Rematch

Posted by Simguy on 6/17/2005, 7:09 am.

Before: Taylor, Taylor—why the dangerous return engagement? “I didn’t grant Angie a rematch because she demanded it or tired to push her weight around in negotiations,” says Cole by way of explanation, “both of which she did, I did it because she gave me a chance to show my stuff, fought me honest, and even though I don’t like her supermodel ‘tude, I do respect her. I’ll gladly give her the opportunity to get back at me because that’s what fighters do. What you don’t do is skulk away like a thief in the night when you beat a girl and never return her calls again. I’m looking at you Jenny O’Dell.” Everhart playing the Diva to Taylor’s down-to-earth slugger, but Angie dead serious about cancelling this particular debt. “I’m not losing twice to this girl,” Everhart assures the press, “I had her out on her feet and let her off the hook ;last time: she gets hurt again, I guarantee you she won’t make it out of the round. Yes, obviously I’m made for bigger things in boxing: I want to take titles away from Ali and Charlize; I want to KO Cat Bell before she retires; I want to bully Jenny O’Dell and make her quit; I want to KO Tyra banks, Laetitia Casta and Rachel Hunter—I want all that, but first things first. Taylor Cole at my feet, hurting: that’s Job 1.” Cole in white bikini, Angie in bright teal bikini, bra strap top.

During R1: Flat footed, set--piece boxing midring—both girls in strong punches stances, jabbing to set up right crosses as they lean forward, pulling mop up hooks as they lean back out. Taylor bright-eyed, excited, obviously enjoying the limelight, competition; Angie snarling, intense, drawing on completely different emotional fuel for this contest. Both girls absorbing shock to chin and ribs without flinching—Cole busier, throwing and landing more in a hard punching heat.

R2: Similar stuff—hard punching at middle distance--both girls set strong on flat feet, leaning into rights, twisting intro hooks, shifting weight from one foot to the other. Angie’s jab clearly superior this round—a rigid shaft straight and popping to Taylor’s pretty face—Cole’s head spanking back, eyes pretty subtle footwork, but effective as Cole’s output drops accordingly. blinking as she’s startled by poke. Angie stepping around just enough to turn Taylor—pretty subtle footwork, but effective as Cole’s output drops accordingly.

R3: Taylor doubling up the jab to collapse distance, plowing a short right hand to Angie’s chin and getting tall redhead to back up this round. Cole muscling Angie to ropes and beating that body—thick strapping stuff reminiscent of the first encounter as Everhart looks stricken, helpless to prevent this stuff. Taylor ham-handed to the body, slopping lefts and rights top paunch with beefy spank; bumping Angie back with left shoulder; cashing in jug with rugged, full-blooded rights and lefts. Taylor turning her torso nicely into shots, little bit of suppleness at the waist: she’s not so easy to counter, moving her head with her offense. Everhart suffering to the body, gasping at the hard bra-busting---she’s tremble-bodied, wobbly butt at the bell, Sunny smile Taylor Cole: she was born to work other women over at the ropes.

R4: Angie bares her teeth, redoubles her efforts, takes back the initiative in a blistering round of power punching. Everhart lambasting Cole to breadbasket—ripping that hook in, snapping mitt off meat, turning and tucking her chin behind the left shoulder on follow through: poor Taylor gasping, stooping forward momentarily paralyzed as Everhart carves into torso. Angie stepping lively counterclockwise, finding a choice angle from which to groove right hands over Taylor’s left shoulder—smashing supermodel right hands starting to lump up ingénue face as Taylor stands and takes, Cole grimly trudging forward, trying to fit right hands into Angie’s stomach, but redhead movement foiling brunette plans for the fourth.

R5: Taylor’s inexperience shows as she’s starting to get hot—rushing things, oversimplifying, forgetting to execute little things she worked on in the gym. Cole coming straight in, running herself ragged on Angie’s world-class stick—Everhart hardhearted as she pumps jabs, drops her right hand onto Cole’s jaw, then palm-shoves brunette backwards with bullying pushes midring. Taylor sluggish, trudging, just trying to walk in and set up: shades of what Molly Sims was able to do as Cole cooperates with a tall, hard-hitting boxer/puncher. Angie just banging away, then pushing Taylor off: very muscular, positive stuff from Everhart-hurting Cole, then pushing her around like a shopping cart., Taylor woozy at the bell, a little discouraged: Angie’s hardhearted smirk not helping brunette morale one bit.

R6: Angie batting her gloves together as she rises from her stool—very aggressive taking midring with conqueror’s strides. Hands low, torso leaning forward—Angie popping hard stick, stepping right, dropping in the right hand, then shoving Taylor off and taunting her: Cole buying up, blinking, but she’s getting herself together, remembering to box when she’s outside. Cole negotiating, jabbing with the jabber, surprising Angie with some clubbing rights upside the heads—by the halfway point it’s Cole coming forward, forcing Angie’s back to ropes. Down the stretch, Taylor bobbing up and down, right at her cheek, left across her bod—directly in front of Everhart as Angie sprays rights and lefts—Cole answers back a BOOMING left in the waist, crouching and getting it all up in there again, then trading short, clouting rights on the chin to FOLD ANGIE UP AND KNOCK HER DOWN! Everhart in a fog, on her right side parallel to the ropes—she’s staring. Dazzled as Taylor stomps angry-butt to neutral corner. Bell saves classy redhead—Cole the more upbeat beauty during the break.

R7:” Cole pounding HER mitts together as she jumps up off the stool, stomping across the ring to bring brunette donnybrook to redhead doorstep. TPORRID punching=--Cole stubbing her jab out on Angie’s chest and mouth, getting redhead against the ropes, then HAMMERING her ribs the right hand. Angie groaning, teeth bared, elbows in—she’s riding it out, dipping and lolling—answering back with her hardest hook amidships, tightening up stroke like a much shorter woman. Crowd roaring at the shattering back and forth—Taylor more visual—bending side to side to haul home the hurt: Angie tidier, picking hger spots—turning into crisp hooks chin and tummy, keeping the right hand at her cheek. OH they bang away, Everhart fighting hard off the ropes, Taylor working just as hard to end this thing and COLE GETS CLIPPED A HOOK! Angie biting into ALL of Taylor’s jaw a withering left hand—short, clocking stroke has delayed effect as Cole stops punching teetering suddenly shellshocked in front of Angie: Everhart reloads and GUTS Taylor another slaughterhouse hook in the paunch. Taylor sobbing forward behind her mitts—Everhart palms up to forcibly walk Taylor Back to midring, shoving her off and nearly pushing her to her backside as Cole’s rubbery legs gambol for position, Everhart merciless, keying in with her jab, humming the right hand in behind—poor Taylor just posing her the shots, guard limp and ineffectual, Angie just loading up and checking chin for all she’s worth—knows she’s got Cole crippled to the body, just a matter of pounding her out and TAYLOR GOES DOWN! Angie feasting on the sight, unspeakable exultation dancing in her eyes as Pretty Taylor rolls to her back, head lolling to the side, lips parted—IT’S OVER! Return to serve KO7, Angie Everhart.

After: Everhart not nearly as gracious in victory as had been Taylor: glorious walk of shame as only a supermodel can offer it, right hand snug about Cole’s wrist, poor Taylor lolling in the grasp, choking back tears of humiliation. Angie a great one for walking a girl to a spot at the ropes, then chatting up ringside press—all with a blubbering, dazed victim still there, being talked about as though she weren’t. “Did you see that body work? I KILLED her to the body!” “She’s got nothing. Nothing,. This girl couldn’t break eggs.”  When the big screen shows replays of the KO stroke and Taylor whispering little KO’d nothings on her back—Angie grabs Cole’s chin and forces her to look, saying “Look Taylor—there’s you, and there’s me! I’m the one standing.” On and on—pretty shabby treatment for a hard working brunette who may hevae been one or two punches away from winning this thing herself.

Reposted by Archer 6/7/13.