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(actual RESULT by simguy; writeup by simgrrl)
Before: Cole bubbly and confident in prefights with the press; spirits buoyed by a vocal, largely pro-Cole sentiment, of the press and crowd. "Cardio, that’s my edge in this fight. You saw her a couple of weeks ago in against Swanepoel; huffing and puffing like a whale out of water after five sets. My strategy is to use my cardio; I’ve got the best cardio out there and she can’t keep up. If I can wear her down I’ve got a few moves up my sleeve. Maintain defence while counterattacking; that’s the key against a top echelon fighter; although in her state I doubt Charlize qualifies as that any longer. I intend to wear her out before the evening is over."
Theron uncharacteristically subdued in her interviews, maybe sensing she’s not yet where she needs to be for a return to the FCBA wars. "No doubt about it, Candice was far more prepared for me than I was for her. Sure, I took her lightly, but there’s no denying she showed up ready and willing to fight, so give her credit where due. She’s a tough scrapper and I predict big things for her down the road. Of course," she added in response to a follow-up about her less than overwhelming performance in that ‘exhibition’ Charlize was pointedly direct in heaping disdain on the ‘lousy job Naomi did refereeing the fight.’ "If you had been there," she sneered, "you’d have seen I was really fighting two opponents…licked them both too.
But as for Cole, I’m here to take care of business; no way I’m going to look past her to whoever I may fight next. This is an important fight; far more than a so called ‘exhibition.’ You can expect to see a more fit, more determined Charlize in the ring than you did a few weeks ago in a country far, far, away."
Theron late arriving at ringside, still clearly shaken after witnessing the cruel destruction and subsequent humiliation of her "close friend" Cat Bell in the aftermath of Bell’s fight. After helping her girlfriend to the locker room, Charlize stripped down to her fighting togs, but reports were that she hadn’t time to properly warm up; perhaps a reason for the long delay before her introduction(?)
Charlize shows up barefoot, wearing a ‘surprisingly’ tiny cream colour thong bikini and white gloves; her Oscar winning body bronzed, toned, and showing no signs of softness after her recent ‘retirement.’ Lily Cole’s world class model figure, attired in a designer bikini of ‘Sherwood Forest’ green; her auburn hair in a long, messy ponytail; black gloves and boots.
During R1: Folks expecting to see rust on Theron mildly disappointed. Oh, she’s got some, no doubt, but not as much as her fans feared; her rivals longed to see. Charlize getting off to a slow start according to BBC’s ‘punch stat’ but since there’s no ‘leg stat’ we have to believe our eyes and they tell us Theron’s legs basically hold their own against Cole’s slightly longer, leaner, far younger limbs. Cole reduced to chasing, throwing from long range while Theron contents herself with using the round for ‘running in’ her motor, loosening up and getting the feel of her opponent and the unsettling ‘anti-Charlize’ atmosphere. Few punches of consequence, but Cole uses what God gave her tactically to do enough to give her the initial round. Crowd murmuring, happy the ‘local girl’ got out with her head attached; such is Theron’s rep.
R2: Theron out cool and calm, gliding easily; circling Cole who is hesitant to engage other than at max range. Cole’s corner must have told her to use her longer arms and legs because she does; not landing much - but avoiding any serious damage. Charlize looking like Sugar Ray (Leonard) in his hey-day; arms jangly loose at her sides, leaning back to slip Cole’s long range shots, dipping sideways, flipping in a short right to the body, or left hook up high. Most landing with mild, cuffing, power, nothing too worrisome for the young redhead, but enough to keep her head on a swivel. Final minute, Theron settles down, throws a flurry of rapidfire punches that drive Cole back to the ropes; face wearing a look of concern. Easy, breezy, round to Theron comfortably.
R3: Cole’s corner remonstrating between rounds, trainer grabbing her between the cups, tugging her forward to bark advice in her face. Theron leaning back, breathing easily, smiling, chatting with Olga Kurylenko, filling in for Bell this fight. Cole heeding her counsel, stepping straight to, crouching to drive straight jabs to Theron’s chest, windmilling an overhand right in behind the jabs. Theron backstepping quickly, a quick shoulder shrug only display of emotion. Cole working more to the older blonde’s body this round, finding Charlize’s bra as easily as she was told. Charlize has seen this before and counters effectively. Blonde takes back the initiative halfway thru; switching lefty; bamboozling the inexperienced British babe. Cole frequently unsettled, hit as she’s setting herself to punch, unable to get off. Solid performance by Theron; exposing Cole’s inexperience in spots but Cole keeps it close with some surprisingly effective, if infrequent, jug slugging.
R4: Theron controlling the pace now, moving in and out, getting to Cole’s body with left hooks and right crosses. Cole forced to use her legs backing up, not looking as comfortable as going forward. Theron turning Cole, working rights in behind Lily’s tucked left elbow, redhead wincing in receipt. Cole surprising Theron when she has her back to the ropes, coming off with an uppercut that rocks the veteran back on her heels, Cole cleaning up nicely to Theron’s body; backing Charlize up for the first time! Charlize mouth breathing late as she’s forcing the action down the stretch, but Cole countering well in spots, making the ‘Golden Goddess’ work for her points.
R5: Cole wanting to make a stand this round, seeing her opportunity slipping away, comes to fight. Both fighters sitting down on their punches, Theron’s landing with more authority; Cole’s a bit more often. Cole well schooled in the jab, uses her long left to good effect, Charlize’s right eye showing some swelling late in the round. Cole unable to put punches together, forced to settle for ‘penny packets’ of one’s and two’s, taking 3-4 solid ones in exchange. Theron flat-footed in the closing thirty seconds or so, rocking Cole with a counter right over the redhead’s jab; then staggering her with a left hook that Cole walks right into! Charlize finishing up with Cole’s back on the ropes, gloves up earmuffing as Theron buffets the youngster from one foot to the other.
R6: Olga slaps Charlize on the back, nods toward her locker room where Theron sees Bell, standing in the shadow, still in her robe, ice pack to her face. Bell gives Charlize a nod and a thumbs up. Cole still trying to come forward behind her jab, occasionally doubling up on it as a change of pace. Theron walking thru it for the most part, connecting more often to Cole’s body, trying to put some miles on those long, wiry, catwalking legs. Just when it seems Theron is having her way, Cole surprises with a charge forward, landing several punches that stop Theron’s advance. Cole quickly away out of danger, but her stubborn resistance is earning the respect of both Charlize and the mostly pro-Cole crowd. Whenever she lands any punch, or even shows some offence, the crowd roars their approval. Theron in behind the jab, hooks up under Cole’s left breast, rocking her backward, then cleans up with the left hook to Lily’s right ear. Cole shaken, not stirred; steps back to the ropes, gloves up in good order. Theron works the body again; up and down both flanks. Cole’s counter uppercut pushes Theron off, nodding her approval, gesturing to Cole with her gloves to come off the ropes. Cole obliges. Theron directing the action now, beating Cole backward around the ring, but Cole retreating nicely, footwork better than expected; keeping her gloves positoned to punch when there’s an opening, though they are few. When she gets the chance, Cole continues to target Charlize’s chest, but in the final seconds, Theron’s lighting Cole up with a fusillade of piston-punching. Still, if Cole can survive, and somehow take the fight a full ten rounds, she may yet have a chance at the upset of the century!
Theron vs. Cole (conc too much writing for 1 post)
Posted by simguy on 7/31/2010, 7:50 am, in reply to "Charlize Theron vs. Lily Cole (pt 1)"
R7: Cole bucked up by her corner; on her feet a good ten seconds before the warning buzzer. Theron still on her stool when the bell rings, barely upright when Cole charges across the ring to confront her in her own corner. Cole lambastes Theron with a flurry of punches, then when Charlize is staggered, Cole hesitates, then loads up and POW! Theron’s whipping left hook takes Cole flush on the chin. Staggered, Cole stutter-steps to the side, hands fluttering in front of her. Theron steps with, jabs Cole; jabs Cole; jabs Cole, then comes straight fron the shoulder, fist getting all of Cole’s chin! Big, lanky, redheaded, model buckles, steadies, then staggers backward, hands dropping to her waist. Theron marches forward, right cocked at her shoulder. At ringside, Catherine Zeta Jones leaps up, screams, "NOOOOOO!" as Theron unleashes a hellishly vicious right that takes Cole off her feet; sends her flying backward into the ropes. Theron follows, right cocked, when Cole stops moving, Charlize drives a right to her jaw, sending Cole sliding along the ropes. One final right and Cole crashes to the mat on her back. Theron stumbles over Cole’s spread-eagled body, chest-first into the ropes; catches herself and turns to witness the awesome aftermath of her punch. Cole, red hair fanned out beneath her, arms spread wide as if crucified; long legs spread wide; chest rapidly heaving. Redhead not moving as the count goes from "SIX" thru to "TEN" without any movement by the insensate redhead.
After: While Cole’s seconds hurry to her, Theron strides to her corner, drops her arms over the top rope and her eyes scan the hushed crowd as Olga Kurylenko unties her gloves, then the blonde turns to survey the scene before her. Lily is still spread-eagled in the middle of the ring, her handlers waving ammonia caps under her nose. Charlize hesitates, apparently wondering whether to ‘walk’ the beaten redhead. Then she slowly shakes her head and walks over to the announcer and asks for the microphone.
"Let’s all give Lily Cole a big round of applause." She pauses as Lily is brought to a sitting position, letting the applause build until it’s a hearty approval of Cole’s gritty effort. "Thank you," Charlize says, nodding at Cole. "Lily is a good competitor and I have a world of respect for her. She had nothing to do with what happened earlier tonight, or in South Africa a few weeks ago. And much as some of you may like to see me ‘walk’ her…" she cocks an eyebrow at a covy of Cole’s rival models in the front rows, "Lily doesn’t deserve that."
Charlize’s Charity Award
Charlize looks around at the other faces of the crowd, sees who she wants, smiles and walks back to her corner, getting a large, white, envelope from Olga. "There’s someone else I want to recognize tonight," she says. "Someone as interested in education as I am. She’s an Oscar winning actress in her own right and I wanted to show her there’s no hard feelings. Catherine! Catherine Zeta Jones," Charlize says, pointing to the brunette in the front row with her husband. "Come up here and join me in the ring," she says, holding up the envelope. "I’d like to give you something for your education effort."
Zeta Jones climbs the steps, hikes up her short, silver lame dress, and slips between the ropes. She stops, looks nervously around the ring, keeping her distance from Theron. Charlize smiles, motions CZJ to her, saying, "Come on Cath, nobody’s going to bite you. I just wanted you to know how much I’d like to be a part of your education initiative."
The crowd starts to applaude Charlize’s sportsmanship, although the applause is muted. Theron reaches out to Catherine, to hug her. Zeta Jones cautiously approaches and Charlize grabs her around the shoulders and hugs her, clasping her to her bosom. Catherine’s face shows her displeasure as the sweaty blonde hugs her; her sweaty body molding itself to Catherine’s, Zeta Jones’ expensive dress being ruined.
"Can we all give Lily a big round of applause?" Charlize insists, her arm tight around CZJ’s waist. As the crowd bursts into enthusiastic approval of Cole’s gutty - if failed - effort, Charlize leans over to Zeta Jones and hisses, "You told the tabloids you thought I was finished? Done? Over the hill?"
Catherine gulped, swallowed hard, and shook her head. "No…never…well, I may have said I didn’t think you could win, but…jeez Charlize, I would never say you ‘couldn’t’ win. Hell, anybody could beat that redhead, even on her best night."
The arena fell so silent you could’ve heard a pin drop. Zeta Jones looked around, wondering what the hell happened. Then she realized Charlize was holding the microphone right under her chin. Her every word had been broadcast - not only to the arena, but by the entire BBC World Service! (Shit!)
"Now," Charlize said, grabbing a fistful of Jones’s hair and jerking her backward. "I don’t think it’s fair to abuse poor Lily there," she nodded toward the redhead’s body at their feet. "But you…you talked awfully loud to the tabloids about how I ‘shouldn’t’ come back; ‘couldn’t’ come back and even opined that if I did, you and your friends would make ‘mincemeat’ of me. Well, Catherine, I just wanted to give you this for your education…" Charlize said, extending the envelope toward the brunette.
When Catherine reached for it, Charlize dropped it and drove her fist into Catherine’s soft belly. With a grunt, Zeta Jones doubled over and Charlize grabbed the hem of CZJ’s dress, pulling it up over her head and twisting it together, holding it in her left hand, trapping Catherine’s arms inside the bundle. Charlize spun her around, then reached back and whisked down Catherine’s knickers below the smooth curve of her bottom. Then as Zeta Jones twisted, kicked and screamed muffled cries, Charlize gave her a good old fashioned spanking! Catherine’s bottom turned bright red as the big blonde gave her bum a thrashing and the crowd, at first stunned into silence, started to applaud the show.
Charlize shoves Zeta Jones headlong through the ropes and she tugs her dress down, running red-faced up the aisle toward the nearest exit, her harried husband scurring after her. Liz Hurley stays in her seat, a crooked grin on her lips.
Charlize’s eyes again search the crowd, then she issues a challenge to Stacy Keibler. "Come back to the ring right now and let’s you and me finish this."
But there’s nothing from Keibler who, the world learns the next day, had left the building with her entourage and was well into her cups at a victory party hosted by her longtime friend and WWE costar Torrie Wilson; a party attended by a regiment of internationally famous Theron-haters! |
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