Boxing on the Beach

Posted by Simguy on 6/14/2005, 9:31 pm.

Before: Everhart on the comeback trail—demolition of underpowered Beth Ostrosky shows Angle’s still got the sock and killer instinct of a redheaded tyrant—she’s looking for more where Beth came from. “Taylor’s a fresh face—exactly what I’m looking for,” says shrews Angie E in prefight., “She really doesn’t know how to fight—she’s just all young and tuff and full of beans—someone who competes hard. From what I’ve seen, Taylor’s never met a right hand she didn’t like, and I can’t wait to make introductions!” Harsh reality for Cole—she’s being handpicked by ambitious women like Angie—Taylor’s simply got to make the sharks back off. “I’ve been my own worst enemy in fights,” Taylor admits. “Especially against Molly Sims—I know I’m the better woman, but I fought her stupid and I paid the price, I’ve had some goods rounds in Hawaii and Australia and I think I’ve rebuilt a lot of my game. I know Angie sees me as a stepping stone, but I plan to make her show her age in this fight.” Cole in white bikini (“Summerland” ep)—Everhart in bright teal bikini, bra strap top (Gilliganwear). So Cali beach,  standard ring set up outdoors, bleachers.

During R1: Angie’s eyes intense, lips snarling as she spears jabs into Taylor’s face. Pounding face-spank—Angie busting Taylor good, knocking back brunette head in early going. Cole dukes up, trying to press, but redhead stick’s too classy: Taylor can’t make headway. Angie in a nice orthodox stance, turning over the back foot as she extends on right hands, mopping up the hook with snapping lick against Taylor’s rightside ribs, stepping left as Cole crouches n’ covers. Tattooing first for Cole—smug Angie helps herself to a chunk of proud brunette butt-cheek—ref has to break ‘em up as Taylor won’t be dismissed so haughtily.

R2: Cole showing something she didn’t have before Australia: a good stout jab. Taylor listening to her corner—jabbing with the jabber, getting inside on Angie. Girls nestle in snug, heads and gloves all in close proximity—good thick, workmanlike swap meet results. Girls bumping guards, cuffing each other’s paunches, clouting each other chopping tight blows on the ears., They reach in under each other’s arms, they step each other around, they push and pull at each other. Both beauties smart about laying their head off to either side, wary of short clipping uppercuts in close. Taylor getting the better of it, just walking Angie around, systematically applying ham—redhead frustrated at the bell, then ENRAGED as a grinning Cole slaps supermodel backside to send a message.

R3: Doesn’t pay to get cocky with Angie E: Everhart pounds out a sharpshooting shutout this round. Angie’s jab a hard, punishing stroke—often busting Taylor before she can react—Cole constantly on her heels, hands up awkwardly trying to ward off that vicious spear, Everhart’s right cross a thing of nasty beauty, pouring it in after the jab. Mop up hook also textbook—Angie getting it off her front foot,, transitioning to her right foot to pull the punch across Taylor’s quivering torso, snapping mitt sharp off meat. Angie’s eyes hard, mesanspirited under an unforgiving sun—Taylor mouthbreathing, stepping away and trying to regroup as Everhart takes a toll.

R4: Angie still extending on punches—leaning in heavy-handed rights off the jab—Taylor taking on her left ear/jaw line and COLE GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Too much Angie—EVERHART POURING power to the chin, stunning Taylor—Cole eamuffing up and staggering forward as Angie goes to town,. Everhart’s hook to the body, bloodcurdling: strapping it home, turning her shoulder and tucking herself in behind the shot—poor Cole gasping breathy as ribs, tummy soak up shock. Through it all, the jab: Angie grimly pivoting, pounding away over and over to Taylor’s face. Cole lumping up nicely, brown eyes waxy witrh hurt—Everhart favours Taylor a meanspirited smile at the bell. During the break, corner trying to get Cole to remember her won jab and emphasizing range: “Baby, we don’t want to be on the end of her right hand all now-ok? Make her sweat baby, don’t hang around—you gotta get in and get busy.”

R5: Taylor keeping the right hand high, forcing her jab to Angie’s chest, taking Angle’s jab on her mouth, but Cole disrupting redhead rhythm with insistent stick. Taylor also showing head movement, dipping down to let Angie’s whistling right hand sail over her back. Latter half the round, Taylor able to get inside and set up shop: Angie just cupping her hands around Cole’s ears, trying to shove the brunette off without success. Cole digs in: good beefy, short-arm cuffs and chops to the waist and ribs, steadily backing Everhart to ropes, Angie breathing hard, stooping and Taylor HELPS HERSELF TO JUG! Cole baring her teeth as she chugs up into Angie’s bulging teal top, pounding away on supermodel melon at the bell, Everhart stomping her foot and complaining about the jugmugging: now he’s heard everything!

R6: More Taylor Cole pressure: cracks appearing in the Everhart composure. Angie not the same fighter when her stance is disrupted: Taylor getting through to chest, bullying and walking her girl—Angie can’t spreads out and operate her long 3 punch combos, Everhart pretty good nonetheless on the inside—she’s batting Taylor hard, snapping stout licks off Cole’s robust chassis, picking up her chin tight little uppies. Taylor a real bulldog, constantly reaching in under Angie’s arms, mauling and mugging her, tarting up the tummy, ribs and jug, and Cole’s also checking chin via the uppercut. Hardhearted stuff--girls standing each other up and taking turns--Everhart back to her corner ragged,  hurt for break: Cole pumped, excited.

R7: Pattern emerging—Everhart in steady retreat, can’t keep Cole off with the jab anymore. Taylor doing just enough boxing to get inside: then she gets to work, really tucking into Angie’s gorgeous frame, both hands, Everhart grimacing, often riding her right hand behind Cole’s head while tieing up brunette’s right arm. Angie still getting stout right uppercuts in tight, then clinching, trying to work a little punch n’ clutch. Cole the more consistent working—her heavy fists pounding put a thick THUP! CHUP! THJUP! Against redhead paunch, robs. Angie mouth breathing, wincing on her stool during the break—Taylor’s breaking her down.

R8: More bump n’ grind inside—Taylor’s corner wincing and reacting every time Angie clips that short, sneaky right uppercut inside, but Cole’s pressing forward regardless. Taylor’s elbows in, crowding close, tidying up all things Angie with short, swiping, chopping blows, Waist, arms, tummy, ribs, tits—Everhart’s on sale and both girls know as Taylor muscles her foe to ropes. Angie clinching more, trying to get her back off the ropes: Cole disallowing it, pressed her back down, dominating physically now. Angie with a rep for rough-play: she’s getting a dose of her own medicine as Taylor mauls and shoves her against the ropes, butting and tousle-scrubbing her as Everhart can’t stop the rain.

R9: Everhart’s legs starting to tremble—she’s stomping flat, looking shot: Taylor pushes the pace! More body shots—thick swatting right hands on the waist, dig-digging double hooks up into the lung. Angie sobbing out loud, sagging into ropes—Taylor pounds away until the referee finally jumps in halt the fight. TKO9 Taylor Cole.

After: Everhart throwing around names like Charlize Theron in weeks leading up to this fight guilty of looking ahead big time as Taylor Cole refuses to be overwhelmed. “I know I can cope with girls like Angie,” says a shiny, busted up, but happy Taylor Cole in postfight, “We’ve worked hard at adding just a little finesse to my power game and tonight, I think it showed what I can do. Angie’s got a great jab, but it’s gonna take more than that to keep me off your chest now—I feel like I have the tools to make girls fight my fight now, and that’s bad news for a lot of people.

Reposted by Archer 6/6/13.