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22 March 2013 Dianna Agron vs Lyndsy Fonseca

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Posted by simguy on March 22, 2013, 9:08 am

BEFORE: "I'll whip Lyndsy," Diana says cooly in prefight. "I'm the new Sarah Carter - I bring that kind of class to this fight and I don't see how Fonseca can counter that. You can't teach brains: Fonseca's just another body waiting to take a beating - this time from me. I've already got her beat up here (tapping her temple) - the rest is just me putting icing to cake."

Lynds rolling her eyes at blonde gravitas...she's heard this kind of thing before. "If I had a dime for every time some slender blonde ice-queen compared herself to Sarah Carter," Fonseca scoffs at podium, "I'd be richer than the Wiz. I don't doubt Diana can box - ex-Tech girls always have some quality - but I DO doubt she can take it to the body from yours truly. I see those ribs of hers, and you know what? They're quittin' ribs. That girl's not built to take any push-back whatsoever, and baby...I'm ALL push-back!"

Fonseca in bright royal blue sport top; grey stretch cotton, track-cut sprinter's briefs; small white gloves; Dutch braid with gym-rat bangs framing face. Diana in red UFC-cut Octagon girl top and trunks with little white belt; small white gloves; blonde Dutch braid with loose hair framing face.

During R1: Agron jab-jabbing while pivoting clockwise - touching Lyndsy tits and tummy. Fonseca spitting jabs in receipt - scoot-stepping in pursuit...she's looking to jump past the jab, work on the inside. Takes her a minute, but Lynds eventually secures position - scrubbing pate with Diana inside, working blonde ribcage and tummy via digging, heartfelt lefts and rights. Agron grimacing, trying to push Lyndsy away...brunette crowding, staying in blonde chest, bumping with left shoulder/extended left elbow to reset her patterns. 2:00 mark - girls scrubbing away in tight...LyFo hooks the breadbasket; chops a short right to leftside lats; curls a chippy little right uppercut through to chin inside and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Agron dropped to all fours, pouting and sniveling...she beats the count, but lays on ropes face-in-gloves, taking a belting from Lynsdy to bell.

R2: Agron rallies in the corner, comes out boxing sharp. Crisp, swift jab punishing Fonseca's face as brunette's coming in...blonde girl pivoting clockwise around the scores; punching a TART right hand across Lyndsy's teeth, then toggling her chin the hook before pivoting-left. LYNDSY'S HURT! Stiff, straight blonde one-twos chipping away on Fonseca - Agron extending on punches, leaning in to do real harm...she's got Lyndsy frowning, stunned. Fonseca's curvy legs hold her up early on, but she's definitely rattled, not answering back...hard-eyed blonde girl just picking her brunette apart like a magpie on a baby rabbit. Down the stretch, crisp brace of rights and lefts scrubs Lyndsy's face, buckling her knees...she stumbles out of orbit, then flops to hands-and-haunches with delayed effect of Agron's punches. Diane all nostrils-flaring, eyes flashing as she gazes down in satisfaction...answer knock-down shows classy blonde's got some steel to go along with the ice through 2.

R3: Lyndsy regroups off her stool, adopting a more safety-first boxing look to get her legs back. Classy stuff midring as girls stitch jabs back and forth - fighters bobbing up and down/weaving back in their stances to problematize the targeting. Not a lot of damaging contact - Fonseca strafing Agron across the ribs with a palm-down hook at one point; jamming a stubby right to blonde ear later on...it's enough to take a tactical third.

R4: Lynds doubling up a spitting jab to get close, then she's inside with Agron, being the stronger girl, pushing Diana around/walking her down. Lynds rough with her head, rubbing pates with Agron; throwing tuff left shoulders into blonde tits; using the extended chickenwing left elbow to nudge and steer. Punching is tightly-clipped inside - Fonseca's small gloves scouring blonde ribs via rising uppercuts in diagonal paths across Diana's front. Fonseca carving at Agron's tummy via cuffing left hooks; chipping the chin via tidy right uppercuts in close. Diana grumpy, pushing-in with Lyndsy...blonde girl showing earmuff for the most part, occasionally going to loose crossed-arm with right hand at left cheek/left hand across gut. Agron outworked, not making any attempt to really trade inside as Fonseca posts a workmanlike shutout.

R5: D shows uncanny accuracy, threading a stiff one-two in between Lyndsy's raised mitts, knocking brunette head back and loosening LyFo's legs! Fonseca staring, hurt, stumbling out of orbit to her right...Diana hopping after her, chopping pesky right hands to the back of Lyndsy's head as brunette stumbles sideways to ropes. Diana closing to finish - ripping right uppercuts to midsection while bracing Lynds with the extended left elbow, but FONSECA PUNCHES BACK! Whipping palm-down hook turns Diana's chin...now SHE'S hurt and both girls start sluggin' shabby! Glassy-eyed vixens all slackjawed and stumbling - punching sloppy from the hips as they tumble around the ring together. Crazy-clean face-punching further reduces the girls...crowd roaring as it seems just one more clean blow will end somebody's night! Doesn't happen...fighters paste each other stoopid in a careening 5th...both girls getting stern lectures about discipline in respective corners.

R6: Lyndsy jabs Diana to ropes, then pushes in pate-to-pate...brunette setting about blonde ribs with single-minded determination. Fonseca scouring, Fonseca bumping...Fonseca flashing her mitts hup-hup-hup against trembling blonde tummy. Poor Agron open-mouthed, sobbing out loud, cringing in receipt...she's draping one or the other arm around Lyndsy's shoulders, but not tying up...Fonseca able to fight off blonde chest like a little bulldozer. Agron taking a wincing knee to relieve pressure in minute 1; shouting in pain from a biting liver hook - twisting to her left and going down knees-and-forhead as she's hugging her guts in minute 2...blonde girl shows real fighting heart in refusing to quit, rallying off the deck to take a third minute of non-stop Lyndsy Fonseca body punishment to bell. Lynds pushing up off Diana as blonde sits in ropes hugging battered ribs, face pinched in agony. "JUST QUIT!" Lyndsy shouts as ref's pushing her back.

R7: Diana's legs're shot - she can't box like she needs too...Fonseca able to secure inside position and get to scrubbin'. Grim, grinding retreat for Diana - all around the ring. Lyndsy rough with her forehead, scouring Agron's lats and ribs; carving uppercuts in tight; bumping-off via the left shoulder...brunette setting a heartless, withering pace on a fading blonde. Diana lumping up, growing sullen from punishment...she's just laying-in, pawing at Fonseca's arms at times, showing crossed arm or earmuff at others, cringing and grimacing as Lynds belts away for another shutout.

R8: Lynds jabs Diana to ropes, then commits to the grim task of wearing blonde-girl down. Mostly Lynds leaning in with her forehead, batting her fists off Agron's hips/tummy/flanks, then scraping tight uppercuts from either hand to claim ribs/tits/chin. Diana breaking down, unable to escape the pocket...she IS answering back in spots - clipping little right uppercuts to Lyndsy's face; trying to put the chickenwinged left elbow to work in LyFo's tits. More points for Lyndsy...she pushes off all "I'm Big" at bell, stomping angry-butt to her corner while Agron limps back to port.

R9: Second-wind for Agron combined with reckless abandon from Fonseca leads to Diana reasserting control midring. Agron's legs still shabby, but she gets the long jab on Lyndsy, pre-empting brunette blitz. Follow up straight right hand still laser-accurate - piercing Lyndsy's guard to punch her face back PIK! Diana's too shaky to execute crisp pivots, but she's clinching more effectively now when Fonseca surges forward...blonde girl playing crafty punch-n'-clutch here - touching Lynds on the way in, holding her for ref's breaks.

R10: Spicy fighting breaks out as Diana continues to compete through her adversity. Fonseca losing the jab-war as she's coming forward, then engaging at medium range...girls punching each other's faces crisply via elbows-in left/right choppiness, then it's Agron giving ground to reset behind her jab again. Spirited stuff - both girls dazed wobbly-butt going to final minute...trade in hooks locates both chins, but it's Fonseca who wobbles backward on her heels in receipt, looking greatly diminished! Agron reeling, but willing herself forward...she jabs Lyndsy's lower lip once, twice, then BEATS FONSECA TO A RIGHT HAND! Lyndsy's right sails over Diana's back as blonde girl bends into her own cross...FONSECA GOES DOWN! Crowd screaming as poor star-crossed Lyndsy corkscrews to the mat...she rolls onto her back all loose-limbed and gobsmacked, blinking in astonishment! Diana staggers to neutral corner, hoping against hope...then breaking down into sniveling tears as LYNDSY BEATS THE COUNT! Both girls ruined, staggering forward after Fonseca's 8 count...bell sounds, giving Lyndsy the UD10 decision victory.

AFter: Agron battered puffy, downcast in defeat, but what heart she showed - both in absorbing a terrific body beating tonight, and in coming back to nearly crush Fonseca in Lyndsy's hour of triumph. Fonseca scuffed, but jubilant in victory. "Tough fight - girl gave me a tussle, but I told you guys: her ribs weren't made to withstand the Lyndsy Fonseca body attack! She can fight, but I'd say she's more 'Sarah Carter LITE' than she is the 'new' Sarah Carter!"