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30 September 2011 Title Ch Amanda Righetti vs Bridget Regan

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UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on 9/30/2011, 11:34 am

BEFORE: Frosty formality between these two as they shake hands, nod acknowledgment at prefight events...but it's the acknowledgment of supreme threat, not friendship. "Other girls get in the ring with Righetti, and they hope she has an off night, or they hope they catch her lucky," Regan says at podium, eyes flashing. "Not me. I EXPECT to beat Amanda. I relish the chance to front-up on her and trade. I've beaten her helpless with my fists before, and I hunger to see her in that state again. I have no problem having a drink with Amanda after the fight - I respect her as a person, and I know her as a class-act, but make no mistake: I'm making it my mission to take a sledgehammer to Amanda's aura of invincibility in the ring. We're 1 and 1, and in this fight coming up, I plan to start separating myself from Ms. Righetti!" Righetti smiling calm at podium, but those who know her see the quiet storm building. "I think it's time I put my foot down on Bridget Regan," Rigs says with a slight grin. "Like she said - we're 1 and 1 - she's been competitive with me - she's proven her point. Now it's time to take her out back the woodshed, stack her up, and dominate. Tummy to tummy. Me on her. It's been fun having a girl look me in the eye for once, but enough's enough. Bridget Regan's going to meet the real Amanda Righetti in this fight, and when we're done, I'm not sure the eye contact is still going to be there!" Amanda in lavender sport top; sturdy, floral-print bikini bottoms in mauves, pale blues, hints of dark purple; black gloves; long red hair loose/straight. Bridget in white sport top; sturdy navy bikini with bold white petal design; white gloves; hair in loose black tangly curls. Nose to nose staredown during ref's instrux...neither girl blinking, both touching up like professionals when asked.

During R1: Midring...Amanda braces Bridgy via slamming left jab, testing brunette defences. Regan showing tight V front - hands at cheeks, elbows collected at stomach: she blocks poke, then jabs back stubby, pounding Amanda's breasts. Righetti shows V front - weaves tic-toc right/left; hooks Bridgy savagely to ribs behind right elbow. Bridget drops left/right short from her guard onto Amanda's guard, then straps the waist left/right/left - getting in there with big, relaxed strokes and lots of hip rotation. Amanda grunting, absorbing in her V, then answering: Drop-chop left jab finds Bridgy's mouth; double-jab startles her, hook turns her chin aside, backs her off one full step. Regan greeting Rigetti via swinging right hand to gut as Amanda wades forward: Righetti chops away short right to ear, and fighters fall-in, wrestling for advantage until ref's break. That's the way of it: murderous punching; well-formed, stiff V fronts; girls pounding away in turns. By the bell, Regan's back is about a foot off the ropes...dominant ring position gives Righetti the points in a slam-bang first. Chests heaving, eyes blazing, cheeks flushed all around: both girls getting tested here.

R2: Bridget upping offensive tempo - doubling her jab while crouching, keeping the right tight to chin as she's getting off. Bridgy hooking off the jab from close in (blocked) then shoving a hard right to Amanda's gut just beside the collected elbows. Righetti grunting, backing up: Regan stepping-in, eyes bright - weaving side to side and slamming away brawny to both Righetti biceps. Ropes: Amanda still in good defensive form, blocking shots on her arms; absorbing body-blows: Regan settling in to lay siege. Brunette landing hamhanded power, but measuring herself, never getting wild or reckless. Punishing jabs precede the clubbing lefts and rights that bash Amanda's lats, biceps, waist...redhead tight-lipped, absorbing Bridgy's sock, then pulling Regan into meaty clinches. Down the stretch, consistent work finally loosens Amanda up juuust enough for a crashing right to split the guard/knock Righetti's head back. AMANDA'S LEGS GIVE A SHIMMY! Amanda blinking in confusion, sliding to her left along ropes: Bridgy quickly jumping in, pancaking the champ to make her take weight. Bridgy with left shoulder bracing Righetti's tits...brunette writhes for position, looping her right arm over Righetti's left while pushing left palm into Righetti's face. Amanda pressed into ropes, vulnerable: Bridgy starts feeding her hooks! Short, brutal hold-and-hit hooking from Bridgy Regs: she's clubbing away tits/tits/face as Righetti appears stunned, staring. Bridgy violent here - ragdolling Righetti, punching her muscular and AMANDA GOES DOWN! Grinding assault overwhelms the champ, putting her on bended knee as seething Regan is pushed back by ref at bell!

R3: Rally-time for Righetti: she reorganizes behind her jab: right at chin as left hand slams away; right (back) heel up off canvas. Regan side-slipping poke with her tic-toc weave in the V: she's jabbing back at Amanda's body - locating her - then trying for overhand rights. Minute mark, explosive right hand detonates off Righetti's forehead: SHE'S STEPPING IN FENCE POST HOLES! Regan all-in again, ripping right/lefts to Amanda's waist midring as redhead bunches up. Sensational sock applied to Amanda as she's baby stepping forward in crouch, showing tight earmuff...Regan snarling, beating Righetti's lats/ribs on both sides: sickening thuds drawing audience moans-of-sympathy; fists denting in deep to Amanda's thick flanks. Amanda finally able to close, straighten up into clinch under Regan's arms: redhead walks brunette into ropes for break. Amanda showing unbelievable resilience - shaking off the power, jabbing with authority: she's got Bridgy forming V at the ropes, engaging in gun-platform trading from range. Amanda able to stabilize her front, out-punch Bridget in the orderly set-piece battle on the apron...redhead shelling away her jab, looking always to drop in right hands of opportunity.

R4: Midring, turning battle evolves - women on the outside, pounding one another sledgehammer jabs against tight V fronts; going to another's waistlines via rich, thick, strapping right/lefts; utilizing the left shoulder bump in hopes of setting up short hooks. All even to the final minute - both beauties lumping up nicely, when a sudden barrage of lefts and rights to Amanda's arms shuts down her offence. Righetti stooping forward in her V, brow frowning: Bridgy skids a close-in, tight left uppercut across Amanda's pate, setting up a withering left hook behind Righetti's right elbow. Amanda gasps, reaches to clinch, buttocks ringing from that howitzer-blast in the ribs. Righetti's eyes closed, face pinched as she clinches; Regan's eyes open, blazing with hunger as she struggles to free herself.

R5: Amanda looking a little shopworn, frazzled: she engages in free-for-all slugging midring in a bid to rip momentum away from Regan. Girls dipping side to side, pulling haymakers onto one another: Righetti eats a monster right upside the head and THERE GO HER LEGS! Amanda's curvy legs stamp all buzzed and jangly, but they keep her up: Regan quick to hook at Righetti's gut, bunching Amanda up with a groan! More hooks for Amanda's right side as redhead stoops forward in earmuff while brunette looms above...withering blasts guide Amanda to ropes. Righetti blinking, hurt: Bridget lunges in, jams left shoulder into Amanda's tits to press her deep to ropes while looping right arm over Amanda's left. Moment of pushing and jostling, then Bridgy's working hold-and-hit hooks, beating Amanda in her stomach, then clouting her face, all the while pinning her down on ropes. Righetti dazed and taking: she's a confused beauty, absorbing punishment, unable to get her weight forward or get out from underneath. Ref finally moves in to break - warning Bridget for holding and hitting: Regan immediately wading back in to continue her bombardment. Gut check for Amanda Righetti: she's butt in ropes, stooping forward in earmuff, taking the beating of a lifetime as Bridgy Regs squares away to have a go! AND AMANDA'S SLUGGING BACK! Battered champ showing heart of a lioness: she bares teeth, starts slugging desperate - catching Regan hard enough on both jawlines to convince brunette to clinch! Wild hammer and tongs - both girls open-mouthed, stunned...both vixens go wobbly-butt, start slugging sloppy as bell clangs!

R6: Fighters exchange sickening right uppercuts to midsections - crowd groaning at the thumping impacts. Bridgy hooking Righetti across her hairline, backing her up: Amanda check-jabbing, walking Regan's mouth into punches as brunette comes forward. Distance closes...fighters start exchanging shoulder to shoulder - heads in close, hands at mouths as girls grind foreheads, looking for short power. Brutal battle of attrition as Amanda digs in at apron, keeping her back off ropes. Heads clash; girls dip and bob on the spot, then come up punching, taking each other viciously in the breadbasket or in behind either elbow. Regan starts to separate herself late with vicious, short, inside right uppercuts just clipping away on Righetti...Amanda stops punching, stooping forward into the harm; Bridget rides her left hand behind Amanda's head, holding her steady for more punishment. Righetti jerking up as she eats hold-and-hit uppercuts - Regan just pumpin' 'em in...ref moves in hot, reads Bridget the riot act as Amanda swoons back blinking against ropes.

R7: Amanda bull-rushing Regan, wrapping her up chest to chest, driving her ropeside. Regan wrestling to turn Amanda in the grasp, bodying HER to ropes...primeval struggle between meaty thighs and buttocks for ring supremacy. Short, inside punching evolves from the scrum - fighters scrubbing hairlines, digging right hands at offending guts, trying to fit tight hooks onto chins to finish. Withering brutality all along the ropes - crowd squealing as both fighters absorb hellish clout when suddenly...Amanda lays back sleepy from a trio of close-cropped hooks to chin! Righetti sliding to her left on ropes, hands outstretched: Regan steps-with, sweeps the left uppercut through the strike-zone, clouting underneath Amanda's chin, then turns over a bashing hook across the jaw to get Righetti staggering-left into corner! Regan eyes-bright, wading in: OH she catches Rigs a fat right hand on the face, smashing Amanda's head back, dropping her hands to her lap! Amanda in swoon, lashes batting...Regan shifts to her right just to the left of Amanda's center-line and BRIDGY'S CHOPPING HOOKS! Short, muscular clouts slamming onto drowsy face - crowd up and screaming AND RIGHETTI GOES DOWN! Amanda dropping forward to knees-and-forearms, her forehead on canvas as Bridgy shrieks, leaps away! Righetti straightening up onto all fours - rickety and trembling...she's left her mouthpiece on the canvas, dimbly fumbling for it with her gloves. IT'S OVER! 10 count passes Amanda by as she's obsessed with picking up her gumshield - she's basically out on her knees, functioning on autopilot. KO7 for the winner and NEW welterweight champ - Bridget Regan!

After: Regan crying, hugging, rejoicing: Righetti battered into stupor, seated on her stool, getting smelling salts and TLC. "I just ate her UP tonight!" Bridget gushes in postfight, with poor Amanda on her stool, well within earshot. "You know, before I turned pro, I remember Kristanna Loken was supposed to be unbeatable; the perfect fighter; she was going to rule for ten years...and then she got beat up, exposed, and now she's just one-of-the-girls. Not saying Amanda's knocked back to the pack with this loss - not by a long shot - but I've definitely shaken up the country-club tonight! I exposed her a little - beat her up and stopped her...I've definitely started the process of shifting the balance of power at welterweight from her to me. I'm up on her now - 2 to 1 - and I'm never looking back. I'm not going to call myself the best fighter in boxing or anything, but look at Righetti on her stool and tell me I didn't just shake things up!"