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3 November 2010 Lyndsy Fonseca vs AnnaLynne McCord

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Posted by simguy on 11/3/2010, 9:20 pm

BEFORE: "I took my eye off the ball," a serious Annalyne says in prefight. "I wasn't focussed, I wasn't taking stay-sharp fights, and it showed when Aly managed to get by me. But that's all in the past: I've rededicated myself to being top girl at the shop, and that means giving the rank-and-file a good stiff scrubbing! Sorry Lyndsy: Aly woke the dragon, and you're going to have to pay the price!" Fonseca with a determined scowl, insisting she'll not to be used by Annalyne. "Sucks to be Annalyne right now," Fonseca says at podium. "She started the year all badass - getting covers, being the boss of everybody...then Aly got ahold of her and took everything away. Well, I got a dose of Michalka too, and I learned a lot from it. Like how I'm stronger, and I just have to trust in that, and get after these blondes with both hands working...I do all that, and I'm going to be upsetting some applecarts around here - starting with Annalyne McCord!" Annalyne in neon yellow fighting bikini; small black work out gloves; curly blonde locks loose. Lyndsy in tight white cotton tankini; small black work out gloves; frisky gym-rat ponytail with messy bangs.

During R1: Annalyne on her toes, circling to box...Lyndsy screams out, shoots in at the waist, wraps up, stampedes Annalyne HARD into the McCord corner. Whiplash-head for Annalyne - she's ragdoll: Lyndsy's plowing in! Fonseca teeth-bared - left hand loose at Annalyne's right shoulder; right hand PUMPIN' into flat blonde gut. McCord gurgling/jolting with shock: she slides hurt to her left, back riding ropes. Lynds parallels course, staying low: now she's rip-banging away both hands, pounding away PIK! PIK! PAK! on abs/ribs. McCord all windblown, blonde curls in her eyes as she makes dry KOFF! KOFF! noises: she finally ties up, gets ref's break as Lyndsy's struggling to wriggle free. McCord released, legs to midring: Fonseca's pursuit relentless, but amateur: Annalyne's sidestepping her, turning her, embarrassing the brunette's footwork. Down the stretch, snarling, vengeful Annalyne's in-rhythm: steppin' left; pumpin' left jabs to Lyndsy's face...blonde girl salvages a round that could easily have been a jailbreak.

R2: Annalyne eyes-narrowed, pivoting clockwise midring like a girl on a mission. Jab-jab-jab: Lyndsy forced to bob-and-weave outside - Annalyne holding brunette hurrican at bay. Nice little check hooks catching Lyndsy when she tries to scoot-in: McCord chippin' 'em tidy to chin, shunting Lyndsy off to brunette left as blonde girl sidesteps to her own left. Systematic stuff for Annalyne: late the round, she's pursing her lips as she throws strong right crosses, turning Lyndsy's head, shutting brunette out for points.

R3: Annalyne back to work on Lyndsy's face via crisp, stiff stick: Fonseca bobbing, but looking confused as McCord's tracking her at will. Amac's legs keeping her safe - she's either circling clockwise nice and easy; skipping back away from from brunette aggression/legging to the side to regroup. Both girls featuring pretty scowls/blazing eyes...McCord looking ferocious whenever she bends into ringing right crosses, punching Lyndsy's face aside. Annalyne in control through 3.

R4: Two more minutes of Annalyne's legs, pinpoint jab, rifling right crosses...Lyndsy relentless, but getting touched up. Down the stretch - Fonseca unleashes that shriek of fury - shooting in as McCord's trying to backpedal away: brunette tackles blonde into corner turnbuckles and starts ransacking that midsection right hands again! Furious jackhammer stuff from Lyndsy: Annalyne's head bobbling, face stricken...she's forced to tie up or go down. Lyndsy throws Annalyne off, ragdolling blonde into turnbuckles: McCord sobbing aloud as Lyndsy POURS in two-fisted volleys to midsection. Poor Annalyne...wrists crossed right-atop-left at her chest; elbows in tight to hips; torso twisting to her right, showing her left side to Lyndsy's savagery. Fonseca pounding away to bell - beating at arms/ribs/tummy as Annlyne is helpless, hip-on-turnbuckle to bell. Ref pulls seething brunette off: Lyndsy steals a classy blonde round away from thunderstruck Annalyne.

R5: Lyndsy baring her teeth, recklessly at Annalyne: brunette girl swinging from her hips; shooting in to wrap the waist; driving blonde ragdoll into any convenient ropes/corners. McCord tempest-tossed - curls in her eyes, lips curled hurt off teeth: she's wretched, whining, miserable as Fonseca proves a bully. Annalyne turning her head/blocking shots with her arms up high...she's in constant backpedal - easy to bull-rush and stampede to ropes. Fonseca slugging, slugging, slugging - sometimes controlling Annalyne with the left hand while plugging her righty: sometimes unleashing both hands in furious pumping assaults downstairs. McCord constantly tying up off the ropes - mouth open, hanging on for ref's breaks with Lyndsy squirming to pile on. Shutout Fonseca: McCord scuffing up, looking spooked through 5.

R6: Annalyne can't take the heat: she runs for her life, drawing boos, but minimizing Lyndsy's rampage this round. Annalyne like a desperate animal - teeth bared, scampering/feinting/clinching as Fonseca closes for battle. Shutout Lyndsy; Annalyne able to get her legs back/avoid getting hurt.

R7: Lyndsy fighting with the confidence of a woman who smells weakness: she's throwing herself at McCord - tackling her into ropes, mauling her without mercy. Annalyne crying out/covering up/tying up: she's a helpless vixen getting tossed around and bullied pillar-to-post. McCord unable to get into her stance: she's constantly bodied into ropes, then battered...Lyndsy's getting the brawl she wanted. McCord showing face-in-gloves, stooping forward as Fonseca bat-lathers away to both flanks; McCord crossing her wrists in tight to chest, turning a flank to Fonseca and sagging into ropes as brunette pounds away. Non-stop drenching assault has McCord wobbly-butt, ready to go: ref has to pull seething Fonseca off again as Annalyne cowers in ropes at bell. 10-8 without the knockdown, Lyndsy.

R8: Pace slows just a bit: Annalyne able to get her feet underneath her in wide stance - getting the back (right) ankle up off the canvas to assume forward aspect. McCord badly scuffed up, but serviceable: she scores against Lyndsy's face, scuffing HER up and re-teaching a little respect. Fonseca bobbing and weaving in crossed-arm - coming out of her crouch with swinging, wide haymakers into Annalyne's slender flanks. Blonde girl smote loudly about her torso, but drilling back up the middle to good effect: still not enough to offset Lyndsy's sheer lust for combat through 8.

R9: Annalyne calming herself, executing better. Jab-and-pivot routine midring pokes Lyndsy into compliance: brunette out on the end of blonde stick, trying to weave in past it. When Lyndsy succeeds in steppin-in, McCord's catching her a short, biting little left hook - blonde girl's elbow in tight to her hip as she clips the shot - then Annalyne's tying up, getting ref's breaks. Catch and release boxing sees McCord resume control - even sending tremors down Lyndsy's sleek legs from the accumulation of short, sharp counter hooks this round.

R10: Annalyne in charge - wheeling clockwise, working her jab: Lyndsy's busting up. Fonseca a different girl when she can't rampage forward: she's getting her face tracked and smacked; she's posing for right hands, facing in as Annalyne rifles 'em in. Lyndsy's strong legs put to the test: Annalyne shakes her brunette throughout the round - blonde girl pursing her lips/narrowing her eyes as she drives through on clean right crosses. Lyndsy punched into staring stupor, but too stubborn to go down: comes back UD10 Lyndsy Fonseca!

After: Fonseca with a nice shiner and a beaming smile as her name is announced: Annalyne crestfallen, trying not to cry as she falls to a determined tyro. "I can totally feel my game coming together," Lyndsy says in postfight. "Girls like Aly and Annalyne are classy, but I feel like I can't be stopped when I'm chuggin'! And I'll fight anybody - I'd even mix it up with Laura Vandervoort, because I think we'd see an exact replay of the fight tonight: me on a pretty blonde, breaking her down and making her quit inside! Awesome!"