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24 September 2010 Lyndsy Fonseca vs Alyson Michalka

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Posted by simguy on 9/24/2010, 10:38 am

BEFORE: First sign of open resistance to Michalka as Lyndsy's up in Aly's grill, fisting her hands in Aly's tank top and making threats in prefight. "We're all just sick of Aly's big mouth and attitude," Fonseca gripes prettily at podium. "She's all 'I'm the new broom' - threatening the established girls at Cdub - like she's some kind of company hatchet-woman. Hell - I WANT Annalyne McCord too - who says Aly's got dibs? I'm gonna beat some blonde butt in this fight and shut Michalka's mouth for at least 30 minutes. Then I'm gonna shove her to the back of the line, 'cause I pretty much think I'M the new thing at the CW!" Aly pursing lips, rolling eyes: clearly she's no fan of Fonseca. "Corporate's given me the green light to wipe the mat with Lynds," Aly shrugs, "and that's precisely what I'm going to do. Not that she's not a talent - she is - but she's very raw, really limited right now. Down the road, I see her challenging Missy Peregrym - Lyndsy's got that kind of potential. But the road's gonna START with a beating from me - 'cause this kid's gotta know her place!" Tank tops and panties for both girls - all white for Lynds; grey for Aly. Black mitts for Fonseca; low, full-and-curly ponytail with curly bangs bouncing down her cheeks. Curly ringlets for blonde MIchalka - black mitts.

During R1: Lyndsy: steady approach; hands at eyebrows. Michalka: looser, bouncing to either side outside - hands up/elbows in when Lyndy's closer; frequent closed-stance looks as Aly points left shoulder at Fonseca. No real jab from Lynds - she paws the left, trying to find Aly, hoping to belt her righty: Michalka not cooperating. Aly playful with her punches - smiting Lynds across a wide open waistline; frisking her tits jabs while motoring clockwise; feinting, then leading straight right hands up the middle to split Lyndsy's guard. Aly circling, getting off at will, bouncing away from receipts. Down the stretch, she feints Lynds out of her panties - drills a lead right to mouth - doubles it up, sending Fonseca staggering back wobbly butt/wide eyed to ropes. Shutout Aly M: little bit of a dance-step en route to corner.

R2: Fonseca charging in all bared teeth: Aly waits on it, fits her for intercept left uppercut off front (left) leg - hops away all "look how pretty I am" as Lyndsy spills past to land on all fours. Fonseca sputtering - up right away and pushing at ref to continue: she's eager, but she's buzzed. After 8 - Lynds forward with hands at eyebrows - elbows out from her body: Aly slicing potshot rights or lefts across available swatches of ribs/waist - chirping: "Tummy's open Lynds" as she carves body. Down the stretch, constant Fonseca encroachment rewarded as she finally gets off to Michalka's ribcage: Aly cupping hands at Lyndsy's ears as Fonsy's bashing away - then blonde girl pushes off/legs away.

R3: Aly circling left - weight on left leg as she's tilting forward - moving her hands in little rumba-rolls while keeping up a steady dose of chatter. "Why so grumpy Lynds?" "Here I am, Lynds!" "Too slow, baby!" "Tummy's open!" On and on. Fonseca grinding teeth - vexed by Aly's words and mitts both. Michalka being all bendy and sly - working her angles, touching Lyndsy up...but Fonseca's so damn stubborn, she's walking through it, banging big to body in spots with her head down, arms pumping.

R4: Even the ref telling Aly to "Stop yer yakkin'" but Michalka keeps up the chatter. She's really opening up - very comfortable with Fonseca's straight-ahead approach. Aly clouting swat-hooks to ear as she pivots-left; Aly jabbing off the front (left) leg while pivoting - marking Fonseca's mouth, breasts, tummy. Slicing lead right hands off feints the real money makers: Aly lighting Lyndsy up with these shots - piercing the guard, kicking the head back, loosening up Lyndsy's knees. Aly able to double up that drilling right at times - putting Fonsy wobbly butt midway through with such a combination - it's pretty showy circus stuff. Defensively, Michalka's legs just won't quit - she dances when she wants to dance, sets herself when she wants - Lyndsy's unable to dictate terms.

GREAT STILL SHOT FROM THE FIGHT: Photographer captures Lyndsy from her right side after the bell - her head bowed, right eye looking puffy, lips parted - she's obviously confused and discouraged. In the background, just about to pass by Lyndsy's left shoulder - Michalka's got a cocky half smile on her lips as she's looking over her left shoulder - bright eyes looking right at the side of Lyndsy's face, enjoying the sight!

R5: The 'new broom' continues to sweep - Aly circling, having her way as Lyndsy's pursuit slows to a confused crawl. Fonseca keeping her dukes up - but her elbows are out wide - easy as spearing fish in a bucket for Aly to snipe the body. Michalka roaming clockwise - picking spots to dart in and get off: she'll humble Lyndsy's tits left/right uppercuts in close - dip to the side and cuff her a right hand on the waist - duck-and-pivot underneath Lyndsy's stricken receipts. Fonseca busting up: Aly able to penetrate guard with either hand via pinpoint, straight-punch strikes - patiently pounding Lyndsy lumpy. Give Fonseca credit...even when she's rocked, she pulls herself together and starts coming forward...if only someone had thought to teach her a jab!

R6: Aly investigates Lyndsy inside, finds plenty of fight left in young brunette. Rousing stuff: Aly all pursed lips and intense concentration as she digs hooks to waist/pumps jugs in close. Lynds bangin' back - her hook finding Aly behind the elbow, and a choice, scooping right hand digging in under Aly's left breast. Brutal, non-stop exchanges fill the round bell to bell: Lyndsy comes away with her first points as Aly exhales through pursed lips at the break.

R7: Lyndsy wading in - she'll loop the big sweeping right over top off the left foot; swing the sweeping left over the top off the right foot when she steps it forward. Aly driven ropeside, eyes wide: plenty of heat on Lyndsy's strokes, even when they miss - blonde girl respectful. Aly pocket boxing - sitting in ropes - dippin' and twistin' - right hand atop left in loose stack at midsection. Lynds crowding - palming to push Aly in her shoulders or biceps - then shouting "HUH-uh!" as she pops hips-right to hurl hooks to blonde ribs. Michalka cute off the ropes - using the left shoulder in Lyndsy's breadbasket to bump her off; using the chickenwing left elbow to prod or ward off shots. Aly nipping back slick little right uppercuts in tight: Lynds just belting away with lowered head, thrashing arms. Not pretty, but Fonseca keeps Michalka pinned down and taking - brunette bangs out more points, scuffing up a pretty blonde in the process.

R8: Feint, lead right hand up the pike kicks Lyndsy's head back: she gobbles, it, wobbles, stumbles forward. Right uppercut from Aly picks Lyndsy's face up drowsy; chickenwing left elbow nudges Lyndsy's tits; swiping right clips across her mouth, punching the gumshield off her teeth. Lynds stunned, disoriented - she turns to her right even as Aly's stepping counterclockwise, putting Michalka in behind Fonseca. Blonde girl snarling, chopping a short left hand over Fonsy's left shoulder from behind, smoking her on the jaw: awkward angle unhinges Lindsy's knees... she sits down with her back to Aly's legs. Michalka brightens, skips away: Fonseca blinking, groggy. 8 count sets a shabby Lyndsy up at ropes - she digs in as Aly wades in. Blonde lays siege - her turn to dig in and wale away: Michalka carving hooking in behind right elbow; lashing right hands to left hip; deploying uppercuts to tits, then plowing into face as Fonseca's guard loosens. Lyndsy battered, but tuff: she's answering in spots, even startling Aly's breasts on one feisty occasion. Toe to toe brawling goes on past bell: ref pushes seething Aly off as Lyndsy chirps: "That all you got, bytch?"

R9: Lyndsy looking refreshed despite the pasting: she's able to body up, walk Aly to ropes, push her down, get to work. Michalka grimacing - showing face-in-gloves as she twists and rolls with shots. Hard-working Lynds squared away - using her shoulder to brace Aly, then beating her both fists in the body/on the arms. Thumping stuff to the flanks has Michalka gasping: Aly tying up head-and-elbow for ref's breaks at every opportunity. Nothing back from Michalka in the pocket: she's getting worked over, clinching, surviving. Bell: Lyndsy pushes Aly deep to ropes and gloats: "Gettin' tired, Aly? I'm still pitchin' - where are you?" Nothing back from usually talkative Michalka: she's grumpy, sullen.

R10: Michalka on her toes - light one-two to make Lyndsy cover, then Aly's dancing away. Michalka on the run - using her legs, traversing the ring - bouncing off ropes cute - turning Lynds while pushing her behind either elbow. Slick blonde stuff, but crowd booing...Aly making no effort to hurt Lyndsy here, while Fonseca's storming forward. Lynds trying to square up and bang...lack of a useful jab making it awfully hard to impose geometry here. Michalka's legs keep her safe - she's even pulling Lindsy's head down in the final moments, spinning her round to more crowd displeasure. Comes back UD10 Aly Michalka.

After: Lyndsy and Aly exchanging shouts and snarling faces after the decision - Lyndsy badly busted up, but showing no sign of respect for classy blonde rival. "I picked her apart, played with her," Aly shrugs in postfight, arms crossed in tell-tale fashion against her throbbing body. "Lyndsy's just a walk-in brunette - easy-peezy. I touched her up, did what I wanted, and truth to tell, I admit I carried her a little. She felt my lash in this fight, and she'll remember it. Now it's on to bigger things for Aly Michalka!"