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23 July 2012 Title Ch Tricia Helfer vs Taylor Cole

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UNIFIED LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on July 23, 2012, 3:34 pm

BEFORE: "I know Tricia's dirty little secret," Taylor smiles mischievously in prefight. "Yeah - she talks about wanting KO payback, but when you see her move against women like she's moving on me? It's because she's threatened by our looks. Think about it: Tricia hated Alana de la Garza - hated Angie Harmon - she CHOKED against Swanepoel because Candi's look got to her. Tricia sees me and she can't stand that someone as beautiful as me is out there taking attention away from her. She's taken down those other girls and gotten her satisfaction, but that's not happening with me. I'm not just another pretty face: I'm stronger than Trish; I hit way harder, and I'm the best athlete in the division. No aging ex-model is going to stop me from snagging the belts!"

Helfer blushing with anger at podium - rare to see snark draw blood on the always classy champ. "Obviously, that's ridiculous," Tricia clarifies at podium. "It's the typical podium mind-game I expect from flyweights, not a claimant to the lightweight title, but whatever: Taylor wants things personal? Mission accomplished. Alana, Angie and Candi all took that approach with me, and look what happened: Each and everyone of them, bested. Looking forward to adding Taylor's name to the list."

Trish in black lace bra; leopard print bikini bottoms; black gloves; longish dirty blonde hair in tangly curls. Taylor in purple bikini; black gloves; long black hair straight.

FROSTY stare down as girls lock gazes, refuse to touch gloves upon ref's request.

During R1: Tricia: elbows in, gloves up nice and tight as she crouches forward, rolling inside Taylor's spanking left/rights to arms/lats. Tricia buffetted, then answering a single, shoving right hand to pit of tummy - blonde girl covering up quick and bobbing on the spot as Taylor keeps batting away. Helfer bobbing, pivoting clockwise - rolling with shots until Taylor's tummy's exposed, then pumping a right hand firm to paunch. Cole frowning, making adjustments midway through: she's trying the short right uppercut off batting wide-work to flanks, looking for chin. Helfer brushed-up out of her crouch, but counter-adjusts to feed Taylor stiff left jabs...champ salting away close points with a clean right cross to chin, startling Taylor at bell.

R2: Cole narrow-eyed, playing chess with a sorceress...brunette goes to a heavy jab, keeping right at mouth, gauging Tricia's defensive movements. Helfer with mitts-at-mouth/elbows in tight as she rolls in the pocket, slipping Tayhlor's poke, bobbing under the right hand, then fitting that shoving right to Cole's tummy PAK! Taylor grimacing, looking for retaliatory right hands to Helfer's gut: Tricia straightens up, check-jabbing Cole's mouth to pre-empt angry brunette; slide-stepping back while dragging lead (left) foot in good order. Crisp exchange of long left jabs late - Cole following up via slinging right cross to punch Tricia's chin to the side...blonde legs give a shimmy as TC steals a close round late.

R3: Lanky bob and weave from Tricia again - Taylor missing straight left/rights over the top, or batting away on arms/lats, but going wide on Helfer invites blonde girl to edge in close and deposit that pumping right hand to belly. Trish never greedy here - close, sticky right hand landing thick to paunch, then brought back quick to guard - blonde bobbing/pivoting after landing, never standing in for extended exchanges. Taylor unhurt, but fielding tuff body shots, frustrated by her lack of productivity to Tricia's head despite a high output through 3.

R4: Cole jabbing to Tricia's chest, extending on a firm right hand to chin early...brunette catching her blonde, taking the initiative. Helfer alarmed, forced into wheeling, leggy retreats...Cole jabbing in pursuit to avoid clever blonde traps and potshots. Tricia able to slip and bob the bulk of Taylor's output, but Cole making good use of simple pushes and bully's work throughout, walking Tricia down and outworking her through 4.

R5: Taylor jabbing to Tricia's chest, disrupting blonde rhythm - Cole able to step-to, initiate banging exchanges at medium/close distances. Fighters just working hard toe-to-toe, fitting each other for right uppercuts (chin); hooks off the jab (head); workmanlike cloutings upside the head via either hand. Both long-armed lasses go to the body via lashing, batting hup-hup - Cole's weight of shot prevailing in the exchanges. Helfer circling away late, lips parted, eyes concerned at bell: Taylor proving strong as advertised through 5.

R6: Tricia executing lean, supple pivots-clockwise - doubling up her jab, stooping to slip Taylor's mean right hands, then hunting for tummy or plexus with that short, stuffing right. Turning battle midring gradually goes Tricia's way as she works the body methodical - mixing in the left hook to waist once that jamming right is well established. Cole finally showing signs of wear: lips parted, eyes frowning...she's feeling Helfer to the body through 6.

R7: Women fighting hard midring, exchanging rangy lefts and rights...clubbing right behind the ear bashes Tricia out of her stance, puts her wobbly-butt. Follow on swinging hook POUNDS off Tricia's face as she's trying to dip to her right...blonde girl stumbling back on her heels hits ropes in disarray. Taylor steps-to, initiates siege: bruising bombardment begins as Cole lowers head to wail the flanks. Tricia grimacing, rocked: she pulls elbows in, crouching low as Cole's fists bounce off either flank, then: left uppercut fits snug to Taylor's solar plexus; right uppercut pumps her jugs; tidy left uppercut nips her chin...PUTTING TAYLOR WOBBLY-BUTT! Cole hurt, reaching to clinch around Tricia's head/shoulders...blonde keeps hands free, shunts her butt back and works to the body via lashing left/right hup-hup until ref's break. Taylor mouth breathing, blinking in swoon - she's only half organize when Tricia lunges in an opportunistic right, pasting brunette's face hard to starboard! Taylor backpedaling, stumbling...Tricia stepping-with, straps a fat hook to Cole's jugs and DOWN GOES TAYLOR! Brunette sprawling on her back - rickety getting up: hard-eyed Tricia bats mitts, glares, heads to neutral corner. Cole beats count woozy, takes her 8: Tricia stalks back in all long legged and determined. Licking, snap-snatching lefts and rights lap at Taylor's body - Trish dipping side to side, uppercutting her fists to tummy and ribs, getting inside and out of Cole's protective elbows. Taylor crippled, sitting destitute in ropes, covering her face a Tricia CLAIMS against the body. Bell: Cole ashen faced, hugging throbbing ribs, slumping into ropes in tears...cold-hearted Tricia struts to her corner, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring.

R8: Taylor visibly reduced, wincing, jab not the stiff, sticking weapon it was earlier in the night. Helfer leggy on the outside, open right hand batting away Taylor's poke; balled left fist snaking out and striking Cole again and again pate, eye, mouth. Blonde pivoting around that lean left (lead) plant-leg, turning Taylor clockwise, picking her apart. Classy cruelty...Helfer's eyes narrowed, lips tight as she picks her rival apart via peerless left hand technique. Minute mark - Taylor's nose is bloodied; 2nd minute - eyes're glassy, reflexes slowing; 3rd minute, Taylor's just facing into Tricia's sliding right cross, eating it without complaint after a steady diet of dazing jabs before each cross. Bell: Cole wobbly-butt, staring as Tricia Helfer pitches one of the prettiest shutout rounds at lightweight in years.

R9: Taylor proving resilient, touching Trish the jab, landing a grazing right hand as Helfer's leaning away. Tricia dancing out of range, gliding to her right, elbows in/hands out to either side in gently gullwing. When Taylor moves in - Tricia crouches and jabs - intercepting and pre-empting, then either pivoting clockwise or fitting TC for the right uppercut before clinching. Cole aggressive, but getting picked apart...her form's ragged, efficiency greatly reduced as she walks into pinpoint blonde punching. Down the stretch, Taylor gambles on a big right cross...Tricia slips in underneath, fits a SUCCULENT left uppercut clean to sternum and TAYLOR GOES DOWN! Cole sobbing, collapsing to knees and elbows, putting her head down on the canvas in abject MISERY. Slight trace of a smile as Helfer struts past, looks down en route to neutral corner...Taylor's forehead scrubbing canvas as she mindlessly crawls forward inch by inch, the ref shouting the count en route. Too much tummy hurt - Taylor can't get off her knees...Helfer emerges from neutral corner with hands held high - she's the KO9 victrix.

AFter: Heartbreak and body-ache for Taylor Cole...she's rolled to her back and instructed to raise her knees/hold arms out to the sides to let Tricia's body shot work it's way through brunette system. Helfer appraising her work with apparently cold-blooded disdain...frosty demeanour belied when camera catches the champ asking an official: "Is she okay?"

"She tested me," Helfer allows in postfight, "she hits hard, works hard, but I'm not the same fighter she stopped all those years ago. Last time out, I didn't take enough out of Cole to weaken her: this time, I left her a little worse-off after each and every round, and I won the energy-management battle. I don't need to be a huge puncher to stop these strong young girls: I need to be a consistent, accurate puncher. You might be a good fighter - a Jessica Biel, a Rachel Nichols - you know who you are. But I honestly feel I'm as good as I've ever been right now, and I'm going to be a tough out for any girl who thinks she can take my belts."