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15 July 2016 Title Ch Amanda Righetti vs Bridget Regan

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UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE BOUT

 

(Floydian vs Bazz Fight Club)

 

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on July 15, 2016, 10:00 am

 

 

WELTERWEIGHT TITLE FIGHT

AMANDA RIGHETTI (33 y/o, 5 ft 8, W: 65, L: 23) VS BRIDGET REGAN (34 y/o, 5 ft 9, W: 23, L: 10)

 

Before: A year after their last encounter, welter’s greatest rivalry returns: despite being Righetti/Regan V, it remains as fascinating a battle as ever. Nevertheless, the rivalry has slowly evolved into a one-way street – Regan’s beaten her foe three times in a row now, twice by knockout, once by a crafty decision settled only in the tenth round. So although Righetti’s won eight fights in series – an achievement not reached by her since 2010 – and is now chasing her own record of nine consecutive wins, and although all of them have been by KO, and although her current title run’s being considered her most dominant since 2010/2011 – Bridget’s unfazed, almost nonchalant about tonight’s battle. “You know, I’ve heard this many times, all this folly about finally meeting the “real” Amanda Righetti, about how she’s now the best and most brutal she’s ever been. In reality, I’ve met the real Amanda three times in a row, and I kicked that girl’s butt like a boss. The truth is, Amanda just doesn’t know how to handle me, because everything that works for her against other girls, just won’t work against me. In her mind, she’s already knocked out, stripped of her title.” – Regan’s pre-fight interview emphasizes what pundits have already perceived during their last bouts: there’s still enough professional courtesy, and certainly respect, between the two women to prevent them from turning into bickering flyweights, but the folksy, friendly competitiveness that marked their early fights has devolved into a tense, taught conflict, fuelled mostly by Bridget’s easy-goingness and Amanda’s bitterness. “I have to beat her. I will. This has been a great title run, but it won’t be complete before I beat Bridget. Call that obsessive, if you want, but it’s how I feel”, Amanda confides with surprising candor pre-fight. – On fight night, Bridget – visibly bulked up, as expected, from her recent television appearances – shows up in a classy white top and navy-coloured bikini, her gloves also in white, her hair in black curls; Amanda sports a sturdy red bikini, black gloves, her red-brownish hair loose and straight.

 

If there's interest in seeing Amanda work out for the fight, that video of her boxing is available at: https://www.instagram.com/p/BFuNwGvlgSP/?taken-by=eddiearrazola

 

R1: At the bell, Bridget and Amanda circle close, each pumping cautiously strong jabs forward – Bridget’s lefts arrive first to smack Righetti’s safe guard in aggressive fashion, but it’s her third punch that rolls slightly past Amanda’s glove, slapping the redhead’s left cheek – Regan immediately shifts her weight forward, pouring out buzzing jabs to keep the champion busy, then floats a driving right into the action. Righetti reacts late – and Regan’s right fist detonates on her mouth. Righetti’s stand is loosed by the force of the impact – she’s blinking, straightening her legs, tucking her guard all-close to her skull, backpedalling. Regan fiercely awake: she wades in with a snappy bump, pushing her weight forward all big-girl, holding Righetti’s elbow, then tucks in commanding body rights into Amanda’s flanks/stomach, to the anticipated jerking effect. Girls already so close – one jostling welter mass: Righetti frees her elbow, pushes shoulders/upper body forward, slaps a hard left for Bridget’s solarplexus, moving the action a few inches back into the middle. Regan resists – pushes her girl off, then slams in jabs from the side, rattling the champion’s chest, prances off to the side on her quick legs, then leans in mid-movement with a huge soaring right hand, tapping Righetti’s gloves, but jerking her head back nevertheless. Righetti relents: taking little dancing steps backwards, forming earmuff, extending strong jabs to hold her stance, letting Bridget do her stuff. Regan settles in naturally, keeping a bigger distance this time, but trapping/keeping Rigs in her defensive position with straight-arm rights looking to sieve the Righetti guard. Regan stays relentlessly aggressive and busy, constantly shifting weight/perspective, shelling Amanda’s body and skull: whack, whack, whack. Righetti shudders, but bids bitter defiance – her left remains twitchy, she’s hauling it forward off-rhythm at times, romping it on Bridget’s mouth late at one point. Regan’s firmly leading with those committed right hands to Amanda’s chest/side/belly, regulating the girls’ position/tempo – Amanda in reactive mode, only bringing in her bobbin’ legs later, in the third minute, to ease some of Bridgy’s marching pressure, shuffling a series of thick jabs into Regan’s guard late to force a messy clinch until the bell.

 

R2: Regan treks in, full weight forward, her left darting out shuttling shots, her right hand safely tucked high – it’s a very confident look for her, and she’s pressing forward – Righetti forced to move, bob n’ weave her way out, trying to toe away from Bridget’s murderous, scorching body hits, her legs flowing, breezing backwards and to the side, only sliding in wide, harmless jabs from the distance bouncing back off Bridgy’s toned flanks. Mid-first-minute, Regan’s push pays off – her dangled lefts occupy Rigs, when she moves into more fluid combinations, tak-tak-tak: two harder lefts shake up Righetti’s guard, a right hand smashes into Amanda’s solarplexus, another left brutally shoves Righetti’s gloves open – where her right sneaks in, plopping beautifully on ‘Manda’s mouth. Righetti’s body tumbles back ever slightly, face distorted, her butt edged into ropes by Regan’s body pressure for the first time tonight. Second minute, Regan’s hoppin’, bobbin’, working quick left-left-right combinations into thudding oppression – Righetti groans, clasped in tight, careful earmuff, absorbing Regan’s deep body rights punishing her gut. Redhead champ closely ensieged: only later in the second minute, one of her shy jabs flashes up, clouting Bridget on the right side of her chin with a thump. Regan’s reaction’s delayed: she’s starring, then her head snaps forward slightly, and she stops punching with her left – Righetti prepares the ground with wide, swinging payback punches, shaking up her shuddering challenger’s gut/flanks, then brings in strong straight-arm jabs, bam-bam-bam, smacking her foe. Regan’s upper body darts back – the tense brunette’s reaction instincts kick in, only then starting to ease Righetti’s mounting pressure with her own, nimble legwork, stonewalling her guard. War of position ensues during last minute: Righetti hunched in forward aspect, jabs pumped, pumped, pumped, slapping Bridget’s upper body, oblique rights sneaking into the empty spaces, rammed into Regan’s chest/shoulders/upper arms. Regan in virtuoso defense, legs bouncing, her head avoiding punches in swift, but not panicky movements – she’ll take turns when necessary, offers her flanks to Righetti’s greedy body jabs, but keeps her guard/head protected. Regan absorbing during these stretches, but careful not to let Righetti’s pursuit turn into a siege – testing the champ’s alertness with indiscernible short lefts in direction of Amanda’s skull, ramming ‘em home like b###hslaps. Righetti’s jabs keep dictating, though, throughout most of the last minute – two precise lefts get through to Regan’s nose late, as Bridgy’s counter right swooshes past Amanda’s cheek, and Regan trips into ropes with her butt – she has to ride out a couple of painful seconds, as Righetti shifts her body and weight inside, presses in rowdy, straight rights into Bridget’s vibrating body/ribs, winning a close second round.

 

R3: Action: girls collide mid-ring, as Regan closes range with a looong, piercing jab to mouth, lunging her full body inside, while Righetti pulls an uppercut left upward as counter, tilting her body up to tackle Regan mid-movement – girls grapple for control body to body. After break, Regan stays aggressive – she pounds the champ two, three straight jabs, shooting over Righetti’s own outstretched left arm to throb into the side of her skull, then pulls a firm right hand up knocking at Amanda’s guard. Righetti moves into skipping little steps, her jab curiously inactive, her legwork elegant, but she’s definitely backing away from Bridgy’s pushy lefts – brunette follows up with more heat, twisting her jab into penetrating, piercing shots – her tik-tok pressure slowly slips through Rigs’ defenses: first, her jabs smack into the redhead’s chest, thud-thud-thud, then scrape at Amanda’s jaw rapidly, until…Bridget finally tugs that MAULING right hand into the same direction! Righetti tries to jerk her head to the side in time, but Bridget’s right splashes into the lower left side of her jawbone with another booming thud, turning proud redhead all loose and unhinging that sturdily built body, as Amanda’s stumbling backwards into ropes, eyelashes batting in confusion. Regan follows up systematically – bullwhipping right hands straight to the body, pumping jabs into Amanda’s weakening guard. Bridget’s supple combinations so clean, precise: Righetti’s wilting, as her torso bends over….and Regan WHOPS that right hand back into her, her signature punch tapping into Rigs’ jaw. Righetti’s body sloshes backwards into ropes on impact, her eyes closed, and the champ TOPPLES OVER in ragdoll fashion! Amanda’s on all fours, her head bowed, torso swaying – Bridget’s off to the other side of the ring, her icy stare looking over Amanda and her plight. BUT…Righetti’s woozy yet attentive – during the ref’s count she’s slowly rising in stiff, robotic motions, getting to one knee at five, then she is UP, starts bobbin’ near ropes at eight, her eyes wide awake, frantically nodding her head to ref repeatedly. So there they go again – Bridget immediately wades in, pumping those jabs back into Amanda. Two minutes of thundering body work ensue – Righetti’s kept in total defense mode, proud, shuddering redhead lead wherever Regan dictates, just doing solid earmuff/guard work, trying to get her body’s robustness back. Regan’s willing to go for the knockout, lunging forward into strong, finishing combinations thump-thump-thump, but Righetti’s ruggedly resilient, her legs/knees holding up, deflecting Bridget’s punches from her skull, defying her the definitive push.

 

R4: Regan dictating rhythm from the get-go: working from strong-legged, bent-forward stance, torso bobbing, plucking Rigs stiffening jabs, clipping her rights, upping her tempo in rat-tat-tat combinations: redhead well-stocked with pounds of whack, still looking stiff/qualmish against Bridget’s brisk, sharp attacks – she’s wandering off to the side, trying to roll/spin her body out of harm, her powerful jab transmuted into protective little slugs, arms extended into don’t-hurt-me slaps to keep Bridgy away from her. Regan’s assertive, her legs flowing, following up behind walloping jabs with bulky rights, trying to read Righetti’s defensive counters, looking for spots to drive her right hand across Amanda’s skull. Second minute, Bridget’s pressure’s increasingly chasing Amanda backwards – jabs buzzing, stinging – forcing redhead champ to edge into powerful clinches. Amanda’s counters ineffective so far, halting, as she’s held back, dropping her back into ropes in moments to rest, not building up enough pressure against Regan’s irresistible drive. Later, Amanda’s trying to mess up Bridgy’s rhythm, pulling some sloppy, over-head rights rarely seen by her, but Regan’s alert, creating distance, upping her tempo, speeding up her attacks. Third minute unchanged: Righetti in earmuff/defense, inactive, absorbing as Bridget lunges in for little tackles/raids on Amanda’s arms/chest/shoulders – redhead champ proves robust/leggy against her challenger, doing an okay job of protecting her head – Regan able to sneak in some rights, picking up Amanda’s face on occasion, slow-motion replays showing the heft put into those punches, twisting Righetti’s face into pain to audience gasps – but Amanda’s sturdy legs remain solid, constraining Regan in stubborn clinches, frustrating her a bit throughout final part of round, although Bridget opens up a clear lead on the cards after four.

 

R5: Right at the bell, Regan swoops in, crouchin’ low on strong, bobbin’ legs, and she’s choppin’ her girl punches left, right, left, right, left, right – wide, pulsating whack ripping heartlessly into Amanda’s waist/side. Regan’s push POUNDS Amanda back into the ropes, forcing the champion into those tottering little escape steps – Righetti’s hair sweaty, her gut punished with red scratches, upper lip torn open, starting to look jarred from accumulating damage from more than two rounds of Regan glory. Bridget bobs up/down, shooting a hook, up/down, shooting another hook, up/down, shifting weight to maximize damage, clipping clean, rhythmic body punches, when Righetti finally ERUPTS into a tidy, straight counter through the middle: Regan’s hit on the lower side of her chin, and she’s too late twisting her body to the side – her wide, swinging punches lose steam, tailing off and RIGHETTI CUTS THAT SAME PUNCH through the middle AGAIN, once again swooshing past Regan’s right hand guard, stiffly catching her nose/cheek. Bridget’s eyes roll back, her face twisting into pain, and she’s backpedalling with a groan. Righetti’s wide awake, not rushing in: weight on left leg, she faints a jab, drives home a whipping uppercut right to Bridgy’s face, staggering her challenger on the spot. Righetti steps-to, ranging in distance with jabs that flow into strong, rising hooks, her legs in a confident, nimble bounce – prepared for Regan’s slowed-down, whacking right-hand counters. Regan grimacing in surprised pain, retreating, then falling into moist, muscular clinches for breaks throughout second minute, resting, holding – now visibly struggling against Righetti’s canvas-taking, effervescent shoving/bumping up close to her body. Amanda eager to break free, immediately creating distance, then measuring closer on her own terms, her jabs/hooks darting like shots – she’s doing precise, palpable damage to Regan’s face/upper body. Bridget staring in confusion: she’ll sneak in wide hooks to Righetti’s side, pepper Amanda’s guard/skull with straight upright jabs, but she’s continually yielding ground against redhead’s rigid, clockwork strokes onto her proud body. Marvelous legwork on both sides: Righetti bobbin’ – staying tall/erect for jabs, then diving into massive rising right hands built up with full-bodied power – Regan circling, dancing, absorbing, trying to shift Righetti’s aggression against her, playing a getaway game to Amanda’s chasing fists. Regan minimizing damage throughout early last minute with her superb legs – cooling a strong Righetti combination hunting for her skull with serene, Theron-esque leg movements, sashaying out of range, hoppin’ up/down near ropes, inviting Rigs back in with a half-grin. Righetti’s legs respond, as fifth-round action by big welters proves quick and spry: Amanda reads a body feint, twists her right in, catching Regan upside her skull with a whack – and a monstrous straight-jab folds Bridget’s shuddering body into the ropes. Regan gasps for air, her hands automatically rising into tight, careful earmuff, as Amanda’s hammering a series of body hooks into her side: her butt deep in ropes, her head flipping back over ropes, and Bridget’s momentarily controlled by Amanda’s hips, as redhead leans in full-bodied, sponging some lustful right hands into Bridy’s ribs, as proud brunette gurgles, protests, flimsily struggles back. Regan splashes her body forward in desperation, almost toppling Righetti over with her weight – and the two girls wrestle on the spot, body to body – Bridget wincing, yielding inches as Amanda leans her shoulders forward, her arms under Bridget’s, just pushing, pushing, pushing – girls not even punching, just moving/grappling mechanically until the ref breaks them apart, and the bell rings, ending what on account might have been a wide round for Righetti, damage-wise.

 

R6: Regan’s legs report back for duty: she improvises against last round’s strong Righetti assault, rolls and stings with flowing movements, swooshing two, three jabs forward, twists her body inside for a body right, then bends out of Amanda’s stalking straight-arm counter swipe, still buries a deep right in Righetti’s gut on her way out. She’s bobbing and weaving on the spot, then lunges in again, sweeping a fluttering right hand into the champ’s left cheek, pushes close to the body, evades Righetti’s chopping right hands searching for her skull, and then trips away to the side, waiting. Amanda forced into stalking mode, hurrying her aggressive left, mis-adjusting her distance on occasion, only dragging jabs past Bridget’s face – as Amanda attempts to close the range, tossing her body forward and lunging out with her left but fails to land, Regan suddenly jerks a vertical right hand through the middle, the uppercut POUNDING the bottom of Righetti’s jaw, wood-choppin’ fashion. Amanda’s head jolts back, then snaps down – she’s stumbling on the spot, all groggy. Regan snarls – she lowers her head walking forward and spreads out her pumping left, tapping Amanda’s gloves bang-bang-bang, then sucks her right hand inside, thudding into Righetti’s chest. Amanda moans and stumbles into reverse, staggering: her butt/back dashes against ropes, her body trying to oscillate Bridget’s spanks ripping into her gut/ribs/arms. Regan expands her dominance from there: occasionally, Amanda breaks out, forcing her escape from ropes with brutal, gambled right hands, but Regan mostly keeps her in a shell-shocked passiveness, and manages the ring with her sweeping left jab, whipping the champion onto her heels again and again. Late, Regan goes brash – she prepares the ground with intensified, ripping lefts, smacks two rights into the side of Righetti’s skull, then buries hard straight lefts in her ribs – redhead champ suffers: she’s gasping, leaning back into ropes, looking exhausted, her elbows held/blocked, earmuff guard shuddering as Regan stays big, looming, driving deeeep punches into Big Rigs, all boxed-in ropeside, until the bell.

 

R7: Regan resumes her leggy stance: she’s hopping/turning, looking to drive Rigs backwards behind her jab work – again, Righetti counter-attacks, lunging in early and splashing a sloppy right hand into her skull – Bridget’s dropping her head in time, but the punch still thuds onto her temple thickly: and Regan’s stumbling on the spot! Bridget extends her arms, groaning, as Amanda exerts forward pressure, lashing out with ample, broad punches beating Regan on her torso/arms/shoulders. Regan’s aggression is getting subdued: legwork more hectic/busier, she’s attempting to sneak in straight-arm counters from a nimble, off-rope perspective, but she’s getting caught with massive punches on her jaw/cheek in return, as Righetti’s right hand mercilessly swats through her defenses, distorting her face in pain. Bridget accepts momentum: she lets her butt fall into ropes, tightening her earmuff, her punches trailing off. Amanda measures her range better – head lowered, she’s pumping out the jab, shoulders rolling, clouting her challenger upside the head/temple, arms/shoulders, chest/torso/ribs, raises her right hand for combinations, but mostly working with her busier left to keep Bridgy in check. Regan proves too strong to confine into ropes in second minute: she sloshes some hefty counters, twists her jab on Amanda’s jaw to force brutal clinches. Righetti pushes forward relentlessly when inside, though, struggling to make Bridget yield ground – waits for the ref to break, immediately rolling her jab into numbing body punishment, always the first to land and push her girl backwards – Regan defends grittily, using the earmuff guard and ropes when Amanda’s punching rolls like a freight train, but she’s always there to steal a brutal counter, bashing a right hand on Rigs’ nose, burying combinations in her chest. Righetti’s eyes react with steely determination: throughout third minute, she’s still beefing up her body work via jabs, her whacking right hand snatching at Regan’s skull like a sledgehammer. Bridget’s aggression now suspended, yet her strong legs and cautious guard withstand Righetti’s knockdown push – she’s shut out but remains fierily defiant, holding/struggling, forcing sloppy/messy clinches, burying some brutal surprise hooks in Amanda’s ribs late in the round, always whipping that right hand for Righetti’s head.

 

R8: Different tactics emerge throughout first minute: Regan’s looking to keep some range, occupying Rigs with a busy, less massive jab, as she waits for that finishing right hand to get another clean, lights-out look at Amanda’s chin, dragging it up at times, but usually snapping it down to cancel, dropping it into mid-body work when Righetti’s shortening the distance herself, tik-tokking her jab against Bridgy’s skull, pushing forward with her body. Righetti wants both – controlling tempo/ground from wiiiide range, with long, spearing lefts from outside and dictate on her terms when she’s inside, smothering Regan with thick jabs and bumpin’, pressin’ her girl butt-into-ropes, free to work into ribs/side. Bridget’s jabs come up short – she’s getting slapped by Amanda’s hit-and-run outside work, and the big brunette is getting jostled and pummeled in the grasp up close, shoved into the turnbuckle, as Righetti’s more active left dictates – so Regan’s forced to provoke mid-ring slugfests herself, choppin’ overhead right hands. As girls slow down after seven brutal rounds of welterweight action, sloppy set-piece battles on the spot result, with less classy legwork and more thudding body punches. Early on in the second-minute: once she’s inside, Regan clips Amanda a sudden, short, straight counter to her jab work, socking Rigs upside the head, then widens the distance, bouncing up and down in rope-side position, luring her redhead forward, before smoothly moving back into gliding hooks carved wham-bam, wham-bam onto Righetti’s guard, powering the redhead backwards, inch by inch, until Amanda’s drubbed with her butt into ropes, outhit. But Bridget misses her follow-up punch, rushing a clobbering right hand edged in from the side that narrowly slips off beneath Amanda’s jaw – Righetti coolly answers with a SWIFT, STRAIGHT RIGHT HAND through the middle, clouting WITH A THUD on Regan’s unprotected mouth, folding Bridget’s head slightly to the side. And Bridgy’s wobbly-butt! Regan extends her left arm, her strong legs slightly stalling out, as Righetti hunches all low, first ramming broad-ranging body punches into Regan’s gut/ribs, her eyes focused into a wild, hungry stare, as Regan TOTTERS into ropes, her body loosened, stooping forward. Righetti intrudes closer, jerking an uppercut into Bridget’s chest – Regan’s swaying but still smacks the occasional right hand in robotic fashion, forcing Rigs into bobbin’ head escapes – then she leans in with another uppercut, narrowly avoiding Bridget’s next massive right hand looping/spinning around her head. Righetti’s shoving left butts deep into Bridget’s sternum/ribs in agonizing fashion, then Amanda pulls her own right hand forward…hauling it up in one long movement…chopping it home past Regan’s trembling arms STRAIGHT INTO HER JAW! Bridget’s eyes roll back: she’s wincing, her body sloshes backwards over top rope, and her arms keep fumbling for stability, but her body’s already collapsing – Regan tilts forward, her legs sagging – she’s able to fold out her left knee on her way down instinctively, rowing her arms, but her upper body’s still spiraling down leftward out of her control, finally thudding onto her side, her left arm trapped under her body, where she lies motionless, her eyes closed…that’s a KO8 – and STILL welterweight champion, Amanda Righetti!

 

After: Righetti lifts her Regan curse – scoring the first win over her rival since July 2009 (and marking her first win in a title fight) – and catches up to a 2-3 head-to-head overall. No doubt about the finish – Regan’s made her way to all fours when the ref reaches his ten count, she’s shaking her head in disbelief and anger, but she’s all right physically and congratulates her rival on tonight’s win later. “I can’t blame myself for tonight’s performance. There were punches, moments that could have turned out differently, I was close, but I couldn’t get the job done this time. I can’t neutralize her every time. This isn’t the end of the world.” – Righetti’s too battered to celebrate in the ring, showing wounds from the battle, but her eyes glimmer in triumph, later acknowledging how close and bitterly fought tonight’s win was: “She’s always been the most difficult woman for me to fight in the ring, and I’m just happy that I was able to come out on top this time, and finally get that knockout win. This is huge, and it’s the most proud I’ve been as a fighter in many years.” 

 

 

 

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