Alyssa:
(28, 5’7, 120, 61:27 FCBA, VIXENs)

Carmella:
(28, 5’8, 0:1 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

BEFORE:
Both fighters take their seats at the pre-fight presser, their gazes locked from across the room. Alyssa Lynch, coming off a recent title bid loss for the Bantamweight straps, sits with a mix of defiance and determination etched across her features. Her experience in the FCBA, marked by a record of 61 wins to 27 losses, lends her an aura of seasoned confidence. Despite her recent setback, Alyssa's posture and demeanor suggest she's far from defeated.


"A single loss doesn't define a fighter," Alyssa begins, addressing the gathered media with a steady, unwavering voice. "I've been in this game long enough to know that it's all about how you bounce back. As for Carmella," she says, turning to glance at her opponent with a dismissive smirk, "I respect anyone who steps into the ring with me, but let's be real here—experience in the BBU doesn't quite translate to taking me down in the FCBA. She's in for a reality check tonight."

Carmella Rose, the relative newcomer to the FCBA with a record of 0:1, radiates quiet confidence. Her additional experience in the BBU lends her an intriguing edge, a variable that some might overlook. The blonde’s eyes meet her rival’s, unflinching, as she leans into the microphone.

"Experience isn't just a number, Alyssa, it's about the battles you've fought and the lessons you've learned," Carmella counters, her tone laced with calm determination. "Alyssa's had her time in the spotlight, and she’s flopped every opportunity. Her career hasn’t been defined by a single loss, yes, but MANY. I'm here to show that my time is now. Underestimating me because of where I've fought before?" Carmella pauses, a slight smile playing on her lips. "That's a mistake I'm more than happy to capitalize on."

The day before the fight, fans and media alike gather to witness the ceremonial precursor to the clash between Alyssa Lynch and Carmella Rose. The stage is set, the lights dimmed to focus attention on the scale and the two fighters who are about to face off.

First, Alyssa steps onto the scale, donning a sleek, black sports bra and matching compression shorts that highlight her disciplined and toned physique. The display flashes her weight, 120 pounds, right within the bantamweight limit. That physique is the result of rigorous training and discipline, her muscles defined, her posture that of a fighter who has weathered many battles and is ready for more. Despite her recent loss, there's a fire in her eyes, an unspoken declaration that she is far from finished.

Carmella follows, her presence marked by a contrasting bright red sports bra and shorts, accentuating her height and lean, muscular build. Her turn marks 118 pounds, and standing at 5’8, she holds a slight height advantage over her opponent, something that could play into the dynamics of their upcoming bout. The blonde’s demeanor is calm yet assertive, her body language speaking volumes of her confidence and her readiness to prove herself against a seasoned opponent. Her time in the BBU has honed her skills, and she stands on the stage not just to be weighed but to make a statement.

With the official weigh-in concluded, the moment for the official staredown arrives. Alyssa and Carmella step towards each other, their gaze locked, the intensity of their focus cutting through the buzz of the crowd. They stand nose-to-nose, with Alyssa’s eyes sharp, her expression a mix of determination and a hint of disdain. Carmella, on the other hand, meets her gaze with a steady, unyielding look of her own.
In a provocative gesture, both fighters raise their fists, pressing their knuckles and balled fists into the other girl’s toned waistline. The contact is a silent challenge, a physical provocation, as Alyssa's knuckles dig into Carmella's abdomen, a warning and a declaration of intent. Carmella, undeterred, mirrors the action, her own fist pressing against Alyssa's sculpted abs, her response not just a defiance but an assertion of her own strength and determination. The contact, firm and unyielding, showcases the physical readiness of both fighters, their muscles tensing under the pressure.
But Rose takes the provocation a step further. In a bold movement, she raises her other fist higher and presses it against the base of Alyssa's chin, a clear breach of the unspoken boundaries of their pre-fight engagement. This act, laden with defiance, is not just a physical gesture but a clear taunt, challenging Alyssa's poise and status, as the Vixen’s head is lifted slightly.
"Catch this on your chin next time," Carmella whispers, her voice low and laced with challenge, her eyes locked with a daring glint.
Alyssa, of course, finds the blonde fighter’s insolence intolerable. Her temper ignited, the brunette lashes out, both hands shoving Carmella's shoulders back, sending her staggering back a few steps. For a fleeting second, the stage becomes a powder keg of potential conflict, both fighters poised on the brink of throwing down before the official fight even begins. But there’s only a keen smirk on Rose’s lips.
Officials and team members quickly step in, their intervention timely, preventing the situation from escalating further. They place themselves between both girls, and guide back to their respective corners. Alyssa and Carmella share one final look—a mix of defiance and a promise to settle this score in the ring.
On fight night, the arena pulses with anticipation. Alyssa Lynch is the first to emerge from the tunnel, stepping into the spotlight with a determined stride. She wears a sleek, metallic gold boxing robe, its fabric catching the light with every step, symbolizing her championship aspirations. Underneath, she sports a matching gold sports bra and shorts set, both adorned with black trim. In the ring, she removes her robe with a swift, practiced motion, revealing her toned physique. Then, she bounces lightly on her toes, shadowboxing as she eyes the ring, her gloves taped securely, her gaze fixed on the task ahead.
Carmella Rose's entrance is marked by a contrasting yet equally captivating presence. She steps into clear view, cloaked in a deep red velvet robe, with intricate silver detailing, flowing behind her, a regal cape fitting the warrior queen she aims to become. As she approaches the ring, she exudes confidence and calm, her robe parting to reveal a coordinated red and silver sports bra and shorts. Her final preparations are methodical; she removes her robe, hands it to her corner, and takes a moment to stretch, her muscles flexing under the arena lights. Her gloves, a matching shade of determined red, are laced up tightly, her eyes scanning the ring and the crowd, absorbing the energy of the moment.
The referee calls them to the center of the ring for final instructions, but both girls’ eyes are fixed on each other. Back in their corners, he signals for the opening bell! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
The initial distance between Lynch and Rose quickly closes, leading to a series of rapid-fire exchanges that are both close and personal. Both girls step in and engage in a visceral battle of wills, their gloves meeting their opponent's face with both precision and force. The sound of leather connecting with skin is accompanied by mutual grunts of exertion and pain, each hit drawing a sharp, guttural sound from the fighters in the early exchanges. Carmella, fighting wild with tenacity, manages to land a series of sloppy hooks to Alyssa's cheek. The blows, while lacking in finesse, are effective, turning her head and momentarily disrupting Lynch’s rhythm, marked by a distinct "thwap” each time the glove connects. Emboldened by her success, Carmella then shifts her focus, aiming lower to target Alyssa's tummy. The strategy pays dividends, as her gloves bury themselves into her midsection with a series of thudding impacts. Each shot is met with a sharp exhalation, a "hnngghh" that escapes Alyssa's lips, glove packed into muscle with a resonating "whudd.” But Alyssa’s frustration begins to show. Instead of retreating, the Vixen channels her frustration into a more focused assault, her own jabs becoming more frequent and targeted. With a swift change in tactics, she begins to score off aplenty off Carmella's face, her gloves finding their mark and turning her head with each impact. The crowd reacts to Alyssa's strikes, the sound of leather on skin punctuated by the collective intake of breath from the spectators. Her combinations grow more complex, a dance of offense that sees her slipping under or around Carmella's guard to pound her tummy with lefts and rights. Carmella, caught off guard by the sudden intensity, tries to regroup, her arms working overtime to protect her face and midsection. As the round draws to a close, Alyssa's strategy pays off, her consistent targeting of the face first, body later, visibly wearing her foe down. The bell rings, signaling a round dominated by Lynch in the end, but a good opening salvo by Rose as well.

ROUND 2:
From the bell, Carmella adopts a more aggressive stance, her movements sharp and purposeful. She circles Alyssa, looking for openings, her eyes calculating. The initial exchanges are cautious, both fighters aware of the other's power and intent. Carmella, however, quickly finds her rhythm, utilizing her reach advantage to keep Alyssa at bay while scoring with jabs that snap her head back. But Alyssa, undeterred, presses forward, aiming to close the distance between them and brawl. She lands a series of straight shots to the torso, each met with Carmella's deft blocking and countering. Midway through the round, Carmella feints a jab to the head, which draws her guard up, before landing a solid hook to the body with a resounding "whudd," the impact causing Alyssa to grunt out loud, a sound that's part frustration, part pain. Seizing the moment, the blonde follows up with a quick barrage of gloves finding her toned midsection, and then her face, driving her back with malice. Later, Alyssa tries to retaliate, her own punches aimed high and low. Yet, Carmella's movement and speed this round give her the edge, allowing her to dance around Alyssa's attacks and land counter-strikes that visibly shake her opponent. At the bell, the round is awarded to Rose on points, but it’s a closely contested comeback.


ROUND 3:
Carmella, riding the momentum of her recent success, starts the round with more energy. Her confidence is evident in her stance, more open and aggressive than before, signaling her intention to dominate this round. Lynch, undeterred, adopts a determined glare, her focus sharp as she prepares to counter her advances. From the outset, Carmella launches a series of jabs that keep Alyssa at a distance, each one landing with a crisp "snap" to the face or chin. Lynch is still attempting to close the gap to her own detriment, but she’s sacrificing her defenses as a result. This, as well as Carmella's constant footwork, makes it difficult to land a significant strike. Sensing an opportunity, Carmella suddenly escalates, landing a sharp left hook to the cheek, followed by a right cross that thuds against her guard. But it's Carmella's body work that truly sets her apart this round, weaving beneath Alyssa's defenses and landing thudding blows to her toned abs with a series of "whudd, thudd, whudd" that draw groans and gasps. Alyssa's resilience is being tested here, as Carmella continues to press the attack, her gloves finding their mark with increasing frequency. Another particularly heavy right hook from Carmella lands flush on the jaw, causing her head to snap to the side, a visible sign of the blonde’s power and Alyssa's growing vulnerability. The climax of the round sees Alyssa pushed back into the ropes, the physical barrier behind her leaving no room for retreat. Lynch has no choice but to adopt a defensive posture, her gloves raised high to protect her face, leaving her torso vulnerable. And Carmella doesn't hesitate! She rushes in and targets her midsection, each punch rocked into the sculpted flesh with a "puh, puh, puh”. In the final moments, both Alyssa and Carmella clinch up, a desperate bid for control. Even in the clinch, both fighters refuse to relent, their gloves finding the soft spots in each other's defenses, targeting the body and sides with a ferocity. Carmella, however, asserts her dominance, securing Alyssa either with an arm wrapped around her waist, then the back of her neck, using her free glove to drive more punishing blows into the center of her torso all the way until the bell rings.


Alyssa is left breathing hard, her posture folded over in exhaustion and pain, her defiance manifest in her eyes. Her hands paw at Carmella's arms and her own waistline, seeking relief from the onslaught. And as the bell sounds out, Carmella can’t help but lean in, her breath hot against Alyssa's ear. "That all you've got, Lynch? You're going to have to do better than that," she taunts, her tone dripping with confidence. Alyssa, despite the toll of the round, fires back without hesitation, her voice strained but strong. "This isn't over. You've had your round, now watch me come back," she retorts, but just before she finishes her sentence, Carmella DRIVES another quick, illegal hook into her tummy. The punch, unexpected and forceful, connects with her side, folding tummy flesh and making her lurch forward with a resounding "whudd" that silences the arena. A sharp intake of breath is the only sound Lynch makes, as shock and pain ripple through her body. The suddenness of the blow, coming after the bell and outside the bounds of the rules, has left her vulnerable, her body involuntarily curling around the impact point. Of course, the referee, witnessing the illegal strike, springs into action, stepping in and admonishing Carmella with a stern warning for her conduct. But Carmella retreats to her corner with an unforgiving smirk, her dominance clear as day even without the need for that extra body shot. Alyssa, still reeling from the unexpected blow, straightens up slowly, her eyes fixed on her foe with a renewed fire.


ROUND 4:
From the outset, Carmella CHARGES, determined to end this fight via upset! She launches into a series of hooks immediately aimed at the midsection, each punch thrown with the intention of replicating her earlier success. However, Alyssa, now anticipating her strategy, braces her tummy against the incoming blows. The hooks, while forceful, glance off her arms and abs, and Carmella's frustration grows by the moment, with her strategy failing to yield the desired effect, her punches unable to penetrate Alyssa's defenses. Seizing the moment, Alyssa counters! She rocks Carmella to the side with a well-placed punch to the face, sending the blonde staggering backward with her lips parted. Then, she presses forward, driving her into the ropes with another flurry or two, reversing their positions from the previous rounds. Carmella, now trapped against the ropes and on the defensive, attempts to clinch up with Alyssa, seeking to halt the barrage and regain her footing. But the brunette, fueled by a surge of determination, is relentless. She wades in even closer, her gloves already targeting her midsection with devastating lefts and rights that pack into her torso and chest. Each punch is DRILLED into the flesh on either side of the navel, the force of the blows making Carmella's body lurch and fold over leather in response. Carmella gasps for air, her body's involuntary reactions a clear indicator of the toll being exacted.


But as the round draws to a dramatic close, Lynch asserts her dominance with both physical prowess and psychological warfare. Rose begins to wilt and collapse under the relentless barrage, but Alyssa chooses to step in closer, propping the battered blonde upwards with her arms strategically placed under her armpits or wrapped securely around her waistline. This gesture, while seemingly supportive, serves a dual purpose—keeping Carmella upright for further punishment and taunting her with the prospect of a direct, head-on confrontation of their physical endurance. "Let's see who's stronger," Alyssa huffs low and dangerous. Carmella's response is immediate, her eyes flashing with a renewed spark of defiance. Despite her faltering strength, she meets her challenge head-on, and the two fighters hold each other close, their bodies pressed together hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, before their gloves BLAST each other's tummies in tandem. The sound of leather impacting flesh fills the air, each punch a desperate bid to outlast and overpower the other in a test of sheer abdominal strength.


Gradually, Alyssa begins to pull ahead in this visceral duel. She puts her hips into each swing, driving uppercuts into the center of Carmella's belly. Her gloves sink deeper with every hit, her fists curling into the toned and trembling flesh, forcing her tummy to fold over each embedded fist. And Carmella's attempts to retaliate grow increasingly feeble, her punches losing their earlier power as the assault takes its toll. The defiance in Carmella's eyes begins to fade, replaced by the dawning realization of her precarious position. She wilts once more in Alyssa's arms, the strength sapped from her body. And in the final moments of the round, her resistance crumbles entirely. She goes DOWN after another glove is forced deep into her body. With a groan, she collapses into a heap by the ropes, her body instinctively curling into a ball on the canvas, as she seeks to protect her battered midsection from further damage. The arena falls silent, the crowd witnessing the culmination of Alyssa's physical dominance! Lynch steps back, her chest heaving with exertion but her eyes alight with the satisfaction of a fighter who has met and surpassed a challenge. The referee performs the count, but everyone knows it’s OVER!


Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Carmella Rose via KO4!


AFTER:
Alyssa, her victory hard-earned, acknowledges the crowd, her gloves raised in triumph, yet her expression is one of relief and satisfaction, parading about the ring with poise. Carmella is tended to by the medics, and is ignored by the former challenger.


Later, backstage, separated by the aftermath of their intense confrontation, both fighters reflect on the fight and share their thoughts with the press:
Alyssa, surrounded by her team, addresses the media with a reflective tone. "Tonight was more than a win for me," she begins, her voice steady and confident. "It was about proving to myself and to everyone who doubted me. True, I’m hitting my 100-fight mark soon, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop improving and hunting for that gold.”
Carmella, on the other hand, speaks from a place of introspection and resolve. "Every fight teaches you something," she says, her gaze unwavering, the fire of determination still burning in her eyes despite the physical toll of the battle. "Tonight, I learned, I grew, and I'll come back stronger. Alyssa, I’ll be gunnin’ for you again. And next time, it’ll be my fist curled into your tummy."