Posted by simguy on 11/3/2010, 9:25 pm

BEFORE: "I'm not some washed-up, shopworn 30 something blonde looking to recapture old glory," Taylor says by way of dismissing Blake's triumph over Charlize Theron, "No: I'm a still hungry, still young, veteran brunette in her prime, and Blake's never been in with anything like me. I stumbled against Strahovski, so you can be damn sure I want to light it up against Blake. Sucks for her, because I'm sure she wants to keep the ball rolling after Theron, but it's just not going to happen!" Blake smug, secure in her Theron-busting prowess: keeping the ball rolling exactly what young blonde stunner has in mind. "We all saw the real Taylor Cole get exposed by Yvonne Strahovski," Blake shrugs in rebuttal. "If I wasn't afraid of Theron's experience, I'm sure as hell not impressed by Taylor's. Punches that knocked out Charlize will do just as well against Taylor - better, probably! Look for an early night fellahs: I'm feeling greedy!" Blake in black bikini; hair loose/tangly; white gloves. Taylor in purple bandeau bikini; black gloves; long black hair loose/straight.

During R1: Blake hopping in, hands chest high - she wants to paw-left/swing away righty. Taylor's right hand at cheek - she wants to step in her jab stiff to Blake's face - poke the blonde into position, then check her sleek right crosses off the shoulder. Relative forms hold up until both have absorbed ringing head-shots: fight soon becomes a free-swinging brawl with both girls pitchin'. Fun to watch: pretty girls getting faces punched hard to starboard - hands chest-high, faces pinched, lips pursed as the opponent leans in on hungry right crosses... then it's back the other way. Rangy, lusty stuff - girls testing each other's chins and legs, taking turns slugging each other around the ring. Taylor gradually getting the better of it... Blake staring, looking frazzled and buzzed by final moments. Taylor leaning into right cross with seconds left, tossing Blake's head to the side - blonde girl punched a quarter-turn to her right, baby-stepping forward with eyes shut tight, lips forming a wincing "O". Cole steps-to, hooks from behind Blake, smiting her left cheek, buckling her knees... Lively staggering sideways into ropes, forming woozy earmuff as Taylor bares teeth, digs a pair of tuff left hooks in behind Blake's right elbow at bell.

R2: Once again, Taylor looks to establish patient step-and-poke, working her jab stiff to Blake's face. Minute in, angry blonde right hands soon discourage brunette jabbing - forcing Cole to duck and cover: Blake switches focus, strapping wide, sidearm rights to Taylor's left hip/flank as brunette cringes forward. Slugging: Blake baring teeth - blonde hair wild across her face as she loads up righty and belts Taylor's flank or guard. Cole stumbling, well-whacked to ribcage, just keeping her elbows in and trying to absorb. Cole punching back in spots, pounding at LIvely's rack via straight right/left criss cross: Blake wades through it, drifting right hands to chin, turning Cole's face prettily to the side as crowd roars. During the break, Cole's corner applying enswell to that left eye: Blake's determined right hands starting to get work done early.

R3: Girls in wide stances - leaning in, extending on shots: rangy lasses swap leather in rousing give-and-take. Taylor takes a hard right upside the head - her face turning to the right, her hands stacked right atop left at her belly. Moments later it's Blake eating a right cross - Taylor leaning in all hard-eyed and snarling lips, belting Blake's face hard starboard. Blake turning over her hook, catching Taylor on the jaw, straightening her up: Cole hooking and crossing back, soon as she gets her feet rebalanced. Crowd pleasing, long-limbed slug fest - girls always punching from distance, cleaning up on each other with lusty, fully extended wallop. Down the stretch, Taylor mixes it up, diving in and down with a right hand smoker to Blake's stomach: instant cringe-and-grunt from Blake as she bunches forward, face stricken. Taylor steps in just to Blake's right: brunette left cups blonde right shoulder while Cole's right hand STUFFS into aching blonde breadbasket. Pum-pum-pumping trio of rights has Blake doubled up and gasping: Taylor shifts her weight, swabs a left across lower back to buckle blonde knees. Taylor in control - working her left hooks in snug to scrub jug - walking into Blake to push her ropeside. Lively in trouble - face pinched in gut-and-backshot agony: Taylor stacks her up, starts pouring it on. Chopping left/rights feast on Blake's healthy rack, then Taylor's strapping away in the basement, laying licks on Blake's waist. Pushing Blake upright, Taylor drifts her righty to chin: blonde girl's head shoots back and to the right as her body loosens sadly with the shot. Cole stacking Blake up, pasting her right hands - Lively helpless, hands drooping low as she takes, then slumps back into position with damp blonde hair in her eyes. Ref steps in, cradling a stunned, defenceless Lively to safety: TKO3 in brutal fashion, Taylor Cole.

After: Lively pushing her chips all-in after Theron, gets called big time by resurgent Taylor C. "Strahovski was a fluke," Taylor assures the camera in postfight. "Anyone who thought I was done after that fight can just savour the tape of this one. Obviously, Blake thinks she can just step into girls and they'll fade away like Theron did: nuh-uh, baby. Punch with Taylor Cole and you go bye-bye!"