BOXING ON THE BEACH

Posted by Simguy on 7/19/2005, 3:23 pm.

Before: Righetti getting much needed regular work—Cole getting top notch comp she desperately needs to improve—Kiana Tom Enterprises making whopping margins from the site fee, concessions and low purses: everybody’s happy. “Amanda’s a great fighter—maybe the best kept secret in the FCBA,” admits Taylor in prefight. “I got a good look at her against Kamano and I saw some things I can exploit. She’s got a very strong body, but I won’t shy away from it—I’ve got to go tummy on Amanda to win.” Righetti equally confident coming in: “Taylor’s a strong young fighter, but she’s very beachy. What I mean by that is, she’s basic, she plays to the crowd, she really doesn’t know how to adjust or manage the ring very well. She says the key to beating me is to wear out my body, but I’ll be doing the exact same thing to her Honestly, from what I’ve seen of Taylor, she folds in the face of classy pressure, and that’s what I’ll be bringing all day long!” Taylor in royal blue bikini top, spankin’ red bottoms, slick puncher’s ponytail—Amanda in lemon yellow bikini with white bordering, Hawaii Hilton outdoors, beach and bleachers.

During R1: Set piece fighting, girls taking turns as one will stand with dukes at her face while the other hacks away right/left to the waist, then takes her medicine in turn. Great beefy spank applied, stout tummies quivering, but holding firm under chup-chup impact. Righetti stepping back in good order, walking Taylor into body blows—Cole inching forward, being dictated to slightly as Amanda will sidestep and turn at the ropes. Righetti also using her jab into Taylor’s guard to reset the table—little things separating blonde from brunette in a bruising first.

R2: Righetti content to stand in front of Taylor, tapping jabs into the guard to initiate, going body with robust rights and lefts. Cole elbows in, dukes up—just trying to locate Righetti with straight rights and jamming lefts, always bringing her hands back quick out of respect. Amanda dictating—she’s busier, cleaning up on Cole’s proud midriff and stout ribs, but Taylor finding the range, landing ion Righetti’s face, stepping steadily forward. Late the round: Cole stands to receive a strapping right/left on her waist and immediately drops a right between Righetti’s eyes, mops up a clouting hook and AMANDA’S DOWN! Righetti sitting up thunderstruck, shaking her head—she gets achy to her feet for swaying 8. Taylor steps-to, pounds away no-frills to the bell: big beefy rights and lefts bashing at Righetti’s tanned arms, flanks as blonde shudders under shellack, Cole immediately bodying up and crowing: youthful beauty pumped—Righetti clearly irritated, pushes Taylor off as ref gets involved.

R3: Hard fighting, toe-to-toe, girls in strong flat footed stances, tilted forward, taking turns swinging away and covering up, Glorious stuff—pounding impacts routinely ringing up both beauties and leaving them momentarily stunned, then both shake off punishment to reload and fire. Taylor taking outrageous rights and lefts off her chin—she’s wobbly butt, but holding. Righetti grunting under shivering contact to her ribcage—Cole breaking out the baseball bat downstairs. Hammer and tongs—Taylor the heavier handed lass, starting to overtake Righetti’s work rate—blonde with a bedraggled look at the bell, mouthbreathing, wincing.

R4: It’s the worst round of Amanda Righetti’s career and it comes at the relentless, greedy fists of Taylor Cole. Stars when girls trade right hands, Cole putting the hook on top and dazzling Righetti to ropes. From there, a sustained, murderous bombardment of lusty stroking lefts and rights, thrown with mustard as Taylor bends and twists through her motion. Gloves bashing and bouncing off Righetti’s skull, raised mitts shoulders—poor blonde sliding along the ropes ramshackle. Ref taking a close look, but never stepping in to stop it despite the utter lack of response from Righetti. Cole’s eyes bright with conquest—occasionally she’ll drop down to haul sidearm blockbusters into Amanda’s ribs or waist—always rewarded by a throttled moan and buckled blonde knees. It goes on and on—even hard-core connoisseurs of the beat down wince and look away as poor Amanda is battered unrecognizable. Bell: Cole shrieking, muscles of her throat and chest hardening into view as she stomps around absolutely thrilled and RIGHETTI’S CORNER THROWS IN THE TOWEL! TKO4 in shocking fashion—Taylor Cole.

After: Righetti sobbing piteously, but corner did the right thing: how she withstood Taylor’s hardest punching for three endless minutes a mindboggloing mystery, but Amanda in no shape to continue, Cole jumping up and down, hugging her peeps, and crying happily—it’s her biggest win since stopping Gena Lee Nolin and even Kiana’s overjoyed at the magnitude of the victory. Tom so thrilled SHE takes a trembling, semiconscious Righetti for a shabby walk of shame! Grinning Kiki in black armless top, Hawaiian print skirt, sunglasses and heels, her right arms firm about Righetti’s golden brown waist—Amanda lolling, blubbering, barely able to put one foot in front of the other—it’s Tom at her most meanspirited.

Reposted by Archer 3/8/10.