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20 January 2024 Alyssa Lynch vs Madelyn Cline

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VIX: PINKED AND PETALED @ THE ROSE BOWL

Posted by caspian on 20 January 2024 at 1:27 am

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

4. Alyssa Lynch vs. Madelyn Cline (Body Saddle)

Alyssa:
(27, 5’7, 120, 60:26 FCBA, VIXENs)

Madelyn:
(26, 5’6, 2:2 FCBA, Bombshell Boxing Club)

BEFORE:
Up next, Alyssa Lynch and Madelyn Cline, prepare to face the media. Alyssa enters first the press hall first, exuding confidence. She's dressed in a sleek silvery cocktail dress that accentuates her toned physique, her dark hair styled in loose waves over her shoulders. She takes her seat with a poised grace, her eyes scanning the room with a calm demeanor.

Madelyn follows, her style contrasting Alyssa's. She wears a bohemian-inspired flowy dress, its vibrant colors complementing her energetic presence. Her blonde hair is styled in a relaxed, beachy look, giving her an approachable yet fierce appearance. She strides in with a confident smile, waving to the cameras before taking her seat.

The conference begins with Alyssa speaking first. “Let’s be clear," she says, her voice steady. "Madelyn is NOT the main attraction. That would be my title fight against Chopra at the end of the month. Cline’s a side-show. A tune-up fight before my actual contest. I've been in this game longer, and I plan to use my experience to secure a win. And then, the title."

Madelyn leans forward, her expression a mix of amusement and determination. "A side-show, Alyssa? That's a bold claim. But remember, underestimating your opponent can be your biggest mistake. I may not be your main event, but I'll definitely be your main problem tonight. You're looking past me to Chopra, but I'm right here, ready to knock you off your path. And as for that body saddle, I can't wait to strap it onto you and show everyone who the real attraction is."

The mention of the body saddle adds a layer of tension to the room. Both fighters exchange a challenging look, the stakes of their upcoming match clear to everyone present.

A reporter asks Alyssa about her strategy against Madelyn's power. Alyssa smirks, "I've faced stronger. It's about outsmarting and outlasting. Madelyn's power won't mean sh*t when she's gasping for air in the later rounds."

Madelyn laughs, "We'll see about that. I've been training hard, and I'm not just some pushover. Alyssa, you're in for a surprise when I pummel the stuffing outta you."

As the conference concludes, both fighters stand for the official weigh-ins, not taking their eyes off each other. Alyssa and Madelyn are both in peak physical condition as they confidently remove their clothing, revealing the results of their intense training and dedication to the sport. Alyssa steps onto the scales first, her lean and toned physique a sight to behold. Her muscles are well-defined, yet not overly bulky, suggesting a fighting style that relies on speed, precision, and endurance.

Madelyn follows, her slightly larger frame indicating a focus on power and strength. Her muscles are more pronounced, especially in her arms and shoulders, hinting at her strategy to overpower Alyssa with sheer force. The scales confirm their weights, and both fighters are within the required limits, setting the stage for their impending clash.

As they stride to the center of the stage for the face-off, the tension only escalates. They stand toe-to-toe, with their fists raised. Alyssa aims her fist at Madelyn's chin, a silent promise of her intent to exploit any openings with her quick strikes. Madelyn, in turn, targets Alyssa's tummy, a clear indication of her plan to use body shots to sap her opponent's stamina and strength.

The staredown is intense, with both fighters locking eyes, neither willing to back down. Alyssa smirks, "Hope you're ready to be saddled up, Madelyn. I'll make sure it's a ride you won't forget."

Madelyn retorts with a confident grin, "Dream on, Alyssa. I'll be the one in control tonight. You'll be the one carrying me around the ring after I knock you out."

Both fighters maintain their composure, understanding the importance of saving their energy for the ring. As they turn away from each other, the anticipation for their bout reaches a fever pitch, with fans eagerly discussing the potential outcomes of this high-stakes encounter.

As the night progresses, the excitement at the Rose Bowl arena reaches a crescendo. In the arena, the crowd buzzes, as Alyssa Lynch steps out first, her entrance marked by the pulsating beats of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor. The classic rock anthem fills the arena as Alyssa appears, clad in a sleek, black sports bra with gold trim, paired with matching shorts that hug her athletic frame. Her outfit, adorned with subtle gold accents, shimmers under the bright lights. Her hair is neatly tied in a high ponytail, emphasizing her focused and no-nonsense demeanor..

Madelyn Cline follows, her entrance heralded by the upbeat tempo of "Run the World (Girls)" by Beyoncé. The empowering pop track resonates with the audience, mirroring Madelyn's bold and spirited fighting style. She emerges wearing a striking ensemble: a red sports bra with white trim and coordinating shorts that allow for maximum movement and agility. Her blonde hair cascades freely over her shoulders, adding to her dynamic and fierce image. As Madelyn makes her way to the ring, her steps are full of energy and purpose, showcasing her eagerness to prove her worth.

In the ring, both fighters engage in their final preparations. Alyssa stretches and shadowboxes, her movements sharp and precise, a clear indication of her focus and strategy. Madelyn, on the other hand, pounds her gloves together, psyching herself up, her eyes burning with determination. The referee calls them to the center of the ring for the final instructions. Both fighters nod in acknowledgment, their eyes never leaving each other. After being sent back to their corners, they both settle into their fighting stances.

Adjacent to the ring, a unique and eye-catching addition captures the attention of the audience: the VIX body saddle, a symbol of the high stakes in this match. The saddle, crafted from sleek, black leather and featuring adjustable straps and a padded seat, ensuring both a secure fit and a humiliating experience for the loser who will bear it.

There’s the wave of the hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle match-up!

ROUND 1:
And Cline wastes no time in asserting her power! She charges forward, her muscles tensed and ready, launching a barrage of heavy hooks and crosses towards Lynch. Each punch thunders into the Vixen’s arms, the force pushing and jolting her about the ring. Alyssa’s caught off guard by the sheer intensity, tries to retaliate with quick combinations aimed at Madelyn's face and body. However, Alyssa's attempts to dodge and weave are met with relentless pressure, as Madelyn cuts off the ring, reducing her space to maneuver. And once Alyssa is cornered, Madelyn unleashes an even harsher torrent against her. Her gloves target Alyssa's abs, belly, and tummy area with ruthless efficiency, each punch landing with a heavy thud. Alyssa's body visibly reacts to each strike, her muscles tensing and quivering under the onslaught. Despite her frustration, she finds herself unable to break free from the barrage. Alyssa's face contorts with a mix of pain and rage, her teeth gritted as she absorbs the punishing blows. She tries to shield her midsection with her arms, but Madelyn's relentless attack leaves little room for defense. With Alyssa’s back leaning against the ropes, Madelyn leans in, her grip firm on her hair, pulling her head back to further expose her vulnerable midsection. The brunette’s legs are spread wide in a desperate attempt to maintain balance, her arms pushing weakly at Madelyn's shoulders, occasionally landing feeble punches off her tummy that seem to have little effect. "You were saying you’re so tough, huh? Let's see how you handle this," she hisses into Alyssa's ear, punctuating her sentence with another punishing blow to her abdomen, her abs folding over Madelyn's fist. Her grunts and gasps fill the air, a chorus of "UGH!" and "HNNGH!" Madelyn continues to tug Alyssa's hair, forcing her head back, making her look up at the lights, her face a mask of pain and exhaustion. And we’re only in the first round, folks! Madelyn's taunting continues, her voice a constant presence in Alyssa's ear, promising her more punishment in the coming rounds. "You're not going anywhere, Alyssa. This is where you belong, under my fists," she sneers, delivering another vicious uppercut to the tummy, driving the air out of her lungs and folding her body over in agony. As the bell rings, it’s clear this fight, and this round, will be a brutal display of Madelyn's power. And as the referee pulls Cline off, Alyssa slumps against the ropes, her body already feeling battered and bruised, while Madelyn steps back, a triumphant smirk on her face, confident in her dominance. "That all you've got, Alyssa? Pathetic…” Cline says, “Is this what we can expect from the number one contender?

ROUND 2:
After that abuse, round 2 sees a dramatic shift in momentum as Alyssa ups her game.... From the onset, she takes control, her fists moving in a blur as she unleashes a flurry of jabs and combinations aimed squarely at Madelyn's face. Madelyn, determined to maintain her dominance, charges her down repeatedly, but Alyssa's punches land with pinpoint accuracy on her face, each jab stuffing into her nostrils, bunching up her cheeks, or stinging her lips. Madelyn's head gets snaps back and forth at awkward angles, her face reddening with each hit. And as the round progresses, Alyssa's relentless assault begins to take its toll. The Vixen switches focus to her vulnerable torso and tummy, her gloves thudding into her body with each punch. That body language speaks volumes, Cline lurching with each hit to her midsection, her advance slowing as she starts to retreat from the barrage. The Bombshell fighter’s attempts to counter with big swings at the head prove futile, as Alyssa, showcasing her agility, effortlessly swerves her head back or ducks to the side, evading her attempts to land a solid blow. Each time Cline misses, Alyssa capitalizes, ducking to the side and one her arms already pulled back to land a powerful hook of her own to the pit of her stomach, further driving her back. As the round nears its end, Alyssa's confidence has definitely returned. She taunts her opponent with her fists raised and fingers flexing forward. “Thought you had me, Maddy? What happened to dominating, huh?" her words are punctuated by her fists, which continue to hammer away and bunch up the tummy flesh, each strike a clear message of her comeback. Madelyn, visibly shaken by the turn of events, tries to muster a last-minute response, swinging wildly at Lynch’s head, but those also miss. And the bell rings soon after, signaling a round where the Vixen has not just evened the score, but asserted her own dominance in there.. As they head back to their corners, Alyssa's eyes are alight with confidence, a stark contrast to Madelyn's own frustrated, pained expression.

ROUND 3:
And the third unfolds with the same ferocious intensity, with both fighters meeting in the center of the ring, their gloves immediately flying outwards in a mutual, frenzied exchange. The sound of leather against skin fills the arena as both ladies trade punishing shots to each other's faces. Cline, still leveraging her power, begins to gain the upper hand, her gloves swiping and reaching under the arms, jolting Lynch's tummy, each hit pushing the Vixen further back towards the ropes. The crowd roars as the blonde’s aggression mounts, her punches landing with increasing force. However, Lynch refuses to be cornered. Her back skirts the ropes, her footwork showcasing her agility, at the same time weaving her head and body to dodge Cline’s heavier swings. Cline's attempts to land a knockout blow on the jawline but becomes increasingly desperate, her swings slowing as fatigue sets in. Suddenly, Lynch launches her counterattack, an early combo sinking into Maddy’s face to drive her head back with a grunt, before more gloves find their mark across the extent of her tummy, Lynch paying her back with several lunges under the guard to further sap her of her energy. In the final moments of the round, the brunette’s punishing swipes leave Cline reeling, the Bombshell boxer's earlier momentum now a distant memory, and as the bell rings, it’s Lynch who steps back, a look of fierce determination on her face, one arm raised high, having edged out the win in a closely contested round. Cline, breathing heavily, returns to her corner, her face showing the toll of Lynch's counterattacks…

ROUND 4:
Here we go, here we go! Round 4 starts with a stunning development when Madelyn Cline, seemingly out of nowhere, slams a heavy hook squarely to the side of Alyssa's face! OUCH! The Vixen, caught off guard by her own complacency and eagerness for a knockout, staggers awkwardly back, her plans momentarily derailed! And here Cline comes, aggressively pursuing her, driving her back to the ropes! She smells a chance to end this, and UNLEASHES on the battered and trapped brunette, ramming heavy shots left and right into her torso and tummy. Alyssa tries to defend and cover best she can, bracing her torso and absorbing the blonde’s stiff blows with gritted teeth. In a strategic move, she lunges forth and manages to clinch up with Cline, attempting to mitigate the risk of a knockout by holding the bigger girl firmly by her shoulders and waistline, then skillfully rotating her about, occasionally reversing their positions. Now with Cline against the ropes, Alyssa takes her own form of control. Her own uppercuts, slower but devastatingly deliberate, are shoved deep into Cline's belly, causing the blonde’s body to shudder and fold over the invading fists. Cline’s face contorts with each hit, a mix of pain and surprise at the sudden turn of events, finding herself trapped instead, and as the round progresses, she looks increasingly out of her depth and unaccustomed to this kind of clinch warfare. She manages to chase Alyssa off in the final minute, but it's clear that the effort has taken a toll on her stamina. Her movements become labored for the remaining minute, her punches lacking their earlier sharpness. Alyssa, sensing the shift, tries to capitalize, attempting to land more blows to her chin. Bell rings and both fighters are forced to step back, their chests heaving from the exertion. Cline, despite her visible fatigue, has managed to hold her ground and win the round on points, but it's clear that the intense battle has pushed her to her limits.

ROUND 5:
Here’s the fifth and already both women look tired and pushed to their limits. Cline has been chasing and exerting power, to mixed results, whereas Alyssa has been forced to get the f*ck outta the way or risk kissing the canvas. Anyone’s game so far, but already we have the bell ringing and an intense burst of energy from Cline, who looks driven by a mix of determination and desperation in yet another attempt to rush Alyssa down. The two fighters collide in the center of the ring, their gloves flying wildly in a frenzied exchange of heavy swipes. Each blow lands with a resounding thud, their faces and torsos becoming the primary targets in this heated battle. Alyssa, however, showcases her strategic prowess amidst the chaos. She waits for the opportune moment and then unleashes a brutal uppercut that Cline doesn’t see coming, her leather glove connecting squarely with the base of Cline's chin and SNAPPING her head upwards with force! And that seems to have done the trick!! Cline looks wobbly as f*ck, unsteadily backing away on her feet! She has a dazed expression on her face as she struggles to cover her face up! AND HERE COMES ALYSSA, advancing with a series of precise, punishing shots to the blonde’s face and body, each punch drawing another grunt, further disorienting her!

In a dramatic reversal, Maddy goes reeling into the ropes, and with nowhere else to go, Lynch GOES TO TOWN on her, pinning the weary blonde in place with a barrage of punishing blows to her arms, abs, and waistline! There Lynch goes, folks, her fists drumming, beating, and spanking leather into the blonde’s bleating midsection, each left-right impact making Cline jerk and shudder, her abs clenching in response to the relentless assault! Madelyn, looking more and more overwhelmed by the onslaught, can only slump back against the ropes, her body showing signs of fatigue, and just as she’s about to slide down, Alyssa presses in closer, using her hips to support the blonde’s weakened form. Their shoulders touching, Lynch leans in close, whispering return taunts into Madelyn's ear, her breath hot against her cheek. "Not so tough now, are you?" she sneers, before drilling another uppercut deep into the pit of her belly, another and another folding her over more and more. Madelyn can only grunt and gasp "UGH!" and "HNNGH!", her attempts to defend herself growing weaker with her arms left flailing in a futile effort to block the attacks. Cline’s legs tremble, barely able to support her battered body. Her arms, once pushing, now hang limply off her assailant’s arms, offering little resistance. Her head lolls forward, held up only by Alyssa’s unyielding grip. Meanwhile, Alyssa's taunting continues, her voice a constant presence in Madelyn's ear. "You're going down, Madelyn. This is MY ring," she hisses, delivering another vicious uppercut to Madelyn's tummy, driving the air out of her lungs and folding her body over in excruciating pain. Finally, Madelyn's resilience reaches its limit. Her body, unable to withstand the relentless assault, SUCCUMBS to the punishment, and she SINKS down to her knees, her face contorted in agony! Alyssa stands over her, a triumphant expression on her face, having turned the tables in the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening! The referee orders Lynch to the neutral corner and begins the count, but Cline remains lying on the ground, unable to gather her senses. She’s groaning loudly, however, as she pushes herself back up by the count of 8, both arms still cradling her midsection.

There’s begrudging respect in Alyssa’s eyes as she CHARGES Cline down once the bell re-rings to resume the rest of the round. The Vixen senses victory within her reach and wastes no time, trapping Cline against the ropes once more with a steady stream of gloves pummeling her belly and seeking that chin. Cline takes several more stray shots across her jawline, sending her swaying this way and that, and when the referee sees the blonde barely fighting back, he decides to STEP IN and CALL THIS CONTEST! It’s OVER! Cline falls forward, collapsing into his arms, whilst Lynch lets out a roar and circles back to her corner!

Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Madelyn Cline via TKO5!

AFTER:
With a firm grip, Alyssa hauls Madelyn back to her knees by tugging on her hair. The Bombshell blonde, still looking dazed and struggling to comprehend her loss, can only groan and shudder as the victor taunts her from above. Standing tall above, Alyssa positions her opponent's chin and lips against the skin of her taut lower tummy.

"Go on, Maddy, give my tummy a nice little kiss. Show it some love for all the trouble you caused it earlier,” Alyssa taunts her from above with a wry smirk, establishing full control and a firm grip on the blonde’s head and gaze, and forcing her lips to blubber into the reddened skin.

Madelyn, physically and emotionally drained, finds herself in a vulnerable position, her face pressed against Alyssa's pulsing lower belly. Her cheeks brush against the sweat-slicked skin, a stark reminder of the grueling match they've just endured. Her eyes, once fierce with competition, now display a mix of frustration and resignation, and her breaths, heavy and labored, cause her lips to flutter against Alyssa's taut stomach.

The crowd's roar intensifies as Alyssa signals for the VIX saddle to be brought into the ring. Madelyn, still too dazed to resist, remains on all fours, her body shaking with each groan as Alyssa first throws her back down to all fours, and with her grip still firm in her hair, begins to strap the saddle onto her back.

The leather straps are tightened around Madelyn's torso, securing the saddle in place. Cline can only shudder underneath as the leather is pulled over already taut and pinkish skin. Lynch has done this countless times already, and has become intimately familiar with the device. Finally, she stands astride Madelyn's back, her legs pressed into either side of her torso to keep her pinned beneath. A final flourish has both her hands entangled in Madelyn's blonde hair, tugging her head upwards like a pair of reins.

After Cline crawls forward a couple of feet, she sways dangerously on all fours, all her limbs rapidly losing their strength. But before she can collapse back to the ground, Alyssa alleviates the weight and pressure on her face, instead back to standing overhead and keeping the battered blonde upright by her disheveled hair. There, she poses for a couple more choice photos, before dismounting Madelyn's back and shoving her roughly back to the ground.

Backstage, away from the roaring crowds, Madelyn's indignation simmers just below the surface. Her eyes, still reflecting the sting of defeat, burn with a renewed fire as she addresses her humiliating loss. "That was just one fight, Alyssa. One fight," Madelyn asserts, her voice firm despite the evident frustration. "You may have had the upper hand today, but this isn't over. I'll be back stronger, and next time, it'll be you wearing that saddle."

Alyssa, on the other hand, still riding the high of her victory, smirks at Madelyn's vow. Her confidence is unshaken, her gaze sharp and challenging. "Bring it on, Maddy. I'm ready for any challenge you throw my way. But right now, my sights are set higher," she declares, her tone brimming with ambition. "Anya, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You’re next. After I claim the Bantamweight straps from Priyanka, I'm coming for you, so-called ‘Empress’. Mark my words, I'm not stopping until I'm at the top."