BOXING ON THE BEACH

Originally posted by Simguy on 6/12/2004, 8:33 am

Before: What the beach is all about—sizzling hot young starlets barely on the C list, willing to bear each other senseless for short money and a few hundred spectators. Daniel still with the cache of PPV cred around her, but the whisper campaign is that she’s had her dasy and she’s about to become a prime target for up and coming ingénues. Enter Taylor Cole—hottest WB prospect since Charisma Carpenter and even Daniel herself—people are talking about Cole being a young Paula Trickey.

“People still talk about the wars Charisma and Brittany had back in the day,” says Cole. “God—I think I was like, 12 or something then!”

Daniel not liking brunette attitude one bit—one reason why Brit’s willing to fight in ringposts set up directly on sand, potentially giving away an important footwork advantage.

Cole in red bikini top, red and white floral print trunks—Brittany in black underwire bikini top, bra style straps, leopard print trunks. Beach n bleachers set up, Southern California, high noon.

During R1: Girls smudge together midring, and it’s Cole pushing, walking, wrestling Brittany back step by grudging step, Taylor close n’ sweaty, drumming away in Brittany’s golden ribs and proud stomach—brunette with nice firm spank, digging up belly with 2 and 3 punch bursts. Brittany with her back to the ropes, bug-eyed with surprise—she can’t push her way clear, can’t punch with Taylor—blonde reduced to covering up as punches pound away on shoulders and flanks, tying up Taylor’s arms for breaks. Cole effervescent, going at Brittany like she’s just another blonde—no respect in a busy, shutout first, fought entirely on a little patch of sand near the Daniel corner.

R2: Brittany storms in, feet swishing in the sand, bodies up…and gets driven step by step back into her corner, bullied and pushed up on as Cole gets brawny. Taylor with a big, breezy smile, bumping Daniel roughly, then leaning forward to slug at her waist—lusty rights and lefts bashing away at tawny goodness. Daniel grimacing, covering up to wait her turn, then when it comes, lamely clinching around Cole’s waist or tying up the brunette’s toned arms. No other way to see it—Taylor on Brittany, having her way, brawling and banging for another bell to bell whitewash, Cole chesting up and forcing eye contact—Brittany smoldering, sullen, pushing the offending beauty away as the ref jumps in.

R3: Brittany’s not too proud to adjust—shows her experience in taking the initiative. Sand not conducive to cute lateral moves—but Brittany showing a sharp jab, beating Taylor to the punch and exposing a flaw as Cole covers up and waits for her turn. Brittany’s turn to put punches together off the jab, going to the brunette;s glorious midsection, clustering rights and lefts in the firmness of Taylr’s gut, biting blows off the ribs. Daniel able to jab, slug and advance, finally putting Cole’s back on the ropes where Brittany can really go to work. Blonde palming brunette shoulders back, pressing up, then ROMPING TO JUG! Fists tidying up Taylor’s pleasing sacks—Cole open mouthed, momentarily shutting down mentally as a blonde helps herself to rack like she owns it. Cole wakes up late to start banging back—savage to and fro but Daniel won’t be backed off—chins and bodies scalded as both girls take delicious shots in torrid trade which continues on past the bell.

R4: Identical action—Brittany bringing Taylor to heel with a straightforward but stinging jab up the middle—Cole covering up and posing, Brittany able to go gut with pumping zeal. Taylor slowly beaten across sand to ropes and once again—Brittany squirming in between mitts, pushing for room and going jug with rising, chugging two gun action. Cole whimpering, reaching to clinch—blonde working hard to writhe free, punching Taylor’s body with crippling force, landing in bunches, then working her way up-torso. Cole’s face comes under attack as she leans forward, dukes at her temples—Brittany able to dip and dig multiple short left uppercuts, spilling a dazed brunette against the ropes. Once again, rousing exchanges late punctuate a largely Daniel round—Brittany forced to work hard for her supper as Cole proves spirited quarry despite being worked over.

R5, 6: Pattern emerging—Daniel jabbing, spotting right hands up the middle, hooking the midsection then coming forward—Cole waiting her turn, covering up, posing and getting punished for it. Taylor fighting in spots, scoring gorgeously, but infrequently to Brittany’s ribs—Daniel always able to regain the upperhand. Brittany able to stand and pack right hands in under her foe’s elbows—Cole making it easy for Brittany to simply concentrate on putting mitt to meat. Midway through the sixth, Daniel with a scooping outrageous low blow hook—lone voice from the crowd shouts “NICE!” before general booing takes over—Taylor badly shaken, falls forward into grinning Brittany’s arms and gets bullied to the bell.

R7: Brittany in total command, rolling Cole up and loving it now, Taylor shabby at the ropes, mournful expression, posture defensive—she’s just trying to protect herself. Daniel bright eyed, going at her foe without fear—it’s thick body punching, brawny palming and shoulder bumping, tough uppercuts—just a robust, full-torso shellacking which beats Taylor sobbing to her knees at the minute mark. Cole takes a blubbery 8 and Brittany jumps back in , bodying up sweaty to press Taylor into the ropes, Daniel reaching in under Taylor’s arms, wrapping her wetly with one limn while plugging away with the free mitt. Cole slumped and punished, struggling to tie Daniel up, but spirit seems broken. Brittany at her swarmy best, pouring it on with a clobbering, slogging tempo—just stuffing it home as Cole sops it up at the ropes. Late the round: Cole crossing her wrists at her chest to protect her goods—Daniel simply prying at the guard with her left, shoving in sidearm rights to tits with wedging action.

R8: Brittany beaming, colour high, she just steps-to Taylor and starts working her over.

Cole covering up, teeth grinding rightly—she’s just not punching enough, allowing the blonde free rein to plug away. Daniel standing up into her body shots, shocking brunette midriff, landing flat n’ sticky against the ribs, always backing Cole up. Taylor suffering against the ropes and it’s really just a beating—Brittany crowding in close, turning to wedge in tight right hands to the breasts, twisting back to clock hook to jaw, batting at the flanks, digging into the tummy. Down the stretch, Cole catches a second wind, finally punching with Brittany—brunette wins an exchange of hooks to finally earn a little respect at the bell.

R9: Girls meet midring, Brittany jabbing, but immediately taking a clubbing right upside the head—they fall in together and Cole won’t be walked back. Hammer and slutty tongs midring—girls squirming and wrapping each other, tugging and pushing as much as punching, but both are serious about slugging to one another’s straining bellies. Thick, sultry action, feet stomping in sand—girls taking the time to really bury punmches into the opponent then body up on her—Daniel quicker mitted than this, but she’s embroiled in that slugging tit-for-tat tempo. Down the stretch girls trade rights, girls trade lefts and Brittany’s legs give a quake! Taylor able to come forward. slugging overhand lefts and rights, face breaking into a smile as Brittany staggers back to the ropes suddenly shaken. All Taylor at the bell—sunny smile—eyes bright with simple glee, zest for for punching—fists swinging away at a cowering Brittany D at the bell.

R10: Daniel looking concerned in her corner—all she has to do is stick and move, but it’s easier said than done in the sand. Taylor trudging forward, punching right hands over Daniel’s stick and landing clubbing blows high on the head—Daniel tottering to her right with a sappy don’t-hurt-me expression, eyelashes fluttering. Taylor pinning her ears back, sweeping crazy punches, rarely landing flush, but stepping forward into haymakers until Brittany’s back hit the ropes. BEATDOWN! Cole unleashing—landing a thick left hook so jarring in behind Daniel’s elbow that blonde cries out to delight of crowd. Taylor ROASTING that ribcage—bending side to side, shifting weight from foot to foot, putting it into Daniel with murderous thump—Brittany wilting, eyes going glassy, lips pouting—she’s going out! Taylor sees it—face triumphant and she pours it on muscular—great strapping lefts and rights, now bashing against Brittany’s flanks, now pounding her head back. Daniel s swooning, hands at her chest. She’s groggy at the ropes, head swiveling, body swaying forward and back under the pounding, legs frozen from shattering body shots and BRITTANY GOES DOWN! Daniel bludgeoned under a hail of ferocious brunette leather—Brittany just sitting on her haunches, staring open mouthed and it’s OVER! Good lord—KO10 upset—Miss Taylor Cole!

After: Daniel out of it, sitting upright, but circling the airport—Taylor Cole comes from WAY behind to heap a devastating defeat onto the self-proclaimed “Hottest Woman in Show Business”, Taylor filled with youthful exuberance, jumping into her trainer’s arms, wrapping her legs around the man, getting carried around—it’s a terrific debut and a shock to Daniel fans who thought the beach was going to be Brittany’s sandbox.

Reposted by Archer 3/17/09.