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19 June 2005 Angie Everhart vs Taylor Cole

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Angie Everhart 03.jpgTaylor Cole 04.jpg

 

 

 

Boxing on the Beach

 

Posted by Simguy on 6/19/2005, 11:02 am.

 

MATCH #3

 

Before: Jenny O’Dell in sunglasses seafoam tube top and wave print sarong pink bikini at ringside—rubber match will determine first dibs on he former beach legend. “It’s not hard to pull for Taylor,” admits O’Dell in Beach Bat magazine, “Angie showed her true colours in that last fight and she deserves a beatin’, but I’m not sure Cole’s up to it. Taylor’s improved byut she still tries to solve all her problems with brute force: once she’s hurt, she’ll go back to what she knows and I’m afraid that’s going to get her on the wrong end of those Everhart right hands,” Angie very confident coming in, trumpeting about how she’s going to wrap this series up. “It’s been great for me,” supermodel says in prefight. “I had some rust to knock off and I needed rounds—Taylor’s been a reliable punching bag for me and I’ve looked great taking it to her. I’ll finish up strong, really hand out a beating and march on into O’Dell with a full head of steam!” Cole comparatively reserved, badly scalded by Angie’s post-fight posing last time out. “I know what I have to do,” Cole says simply, “I just have to do it. Any time I need motivation. I just put in tape of Angie walking me, and hat gets me out for the extra mile of roadwork, the extra st of situps, the extra round of sparring. Angie Everhart dig her own grave last time out, she just doesn’t know it yet!” Everhart in heartpounding electric teal bikini—Taylor in scorching scarlet. Beach n’ bleachers sset up midday So. Cali sun.

 

During R1: Taylor’s dukes up, chi tucked, stepping-to smartly, stubbing a short lead right or the smacking jab onto Angie’s guard, then laying into redhead midriff beefy. Everhart rushed to ropes early, guard high, trying to slide along the apron—Taylor stepping-with and pounding away. Cole bashing older woman’s arms, bringing dukes back quick to her lips—Taylor more responsible, not just wailing away at Angie, but taking care to bob, slug out of the weave., Angie tarted up her ribs, tummy, she’s keeping her head protected, but not getting off much, just surviving along the ropes, Solid first round Cole: busier, harder hitting, hungrier.

 

R2: Similar stuff—Taylor taking the fight to Angie, Everhart’s back to the ropes, but not smothered—she slides to her right or left, dropping the odd chop-chop onto Taylor’s skull or trying to lift her up sneaky single uppercuts, Cole applying constant, swarming ham: thick bashing lefts and rights up and down the shoulders/arms of her foe; digging hooks in under that right elbow; big swinging right roundhouses to breadbasket. Everhart gasping, pushing Taylor off by her shoulders—brunette pinning redhead down at the ropes and dominating through 2.

 

R3: CLAMBAKE! Snarling Angie strong to midring, turning into slinging right hands to brunette jaw, putting Cole wobbly butt with slaughterhouse sock. Taylor staggering, dukes at her cheeks, sputtering in a little semicircle around Angie, but as Everhart’s  winging, Cole’s slugging short hooks and right hands and EVERHART GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Taylor beats Angie to hooks—brunette takes over, pushing redhead to ropes, squirming in close and shoulders to beat the body. Everhart open-mouthed, hands cupped around Taylor’s ears: Brunette bludgeoning ribcage, paunch—ripping into the thick of Angie as Everhart sags hurt into ropes. Taylor rides Angie hard to the bell, beating her groggy—Cole shakes off hurt, wrenches a hotly contested round away from Everhart to send redhead dazed, fretful to her stool.

 

R4: More furious two-way punching as Angie tries o assert herself, but Taylor won’t have it. Cole catching hard right hands on her chin, put wobbly butt in spots, but jabbing back at Everhart’s mouth, getting redhead to lean out and NAILING her right hand chases to force Angie to strands. Everhart spending more and more time lolling on ropes, hands up around Taylor’s head and suffering to the body as Cole belts way, Taylor muscling up between Angie’s arms with uppercuts, ragdolling and bullying redhead at times—Everhart being beat up every which way through 4.

 

R5: Taylor pours it on—hurting Angie a swinging right hand upside the head early, stepping-with and belting tottering redhead as Everhart staggers windblown to ropes. Everhart astonished, toeing up head-and-arms for breaks—trying to push Taylor off and walk around her—Cole not having it, bringing the fight to Angie hard. Taylor big, brawny this round--finding Everhart with jabs, stepping into her with thick left/rights on the waist, pushing her back and walking her down. Everhart concerned, shopworn, shamelessly playing for time with clinches and skittish retreats.

 

R6: Taylor robust, touching Angie hard the jab, going to her body, then trying to set up methodical on her chest to put punches together. Everhart constantly legging out, using the ring—she’s getting her own jab on track, pounding away the left side of Taylor’s head. Midway through, Cole rushing in eats an intercepting right hand short on the teeth and TAYLOR GOES DOWN! Cole dropped to all fours with a timing punch—Angie glaring down in hot satisfaction as she stalks to a neutral corner. Cole up at 8, gloves gathered at her mouth as she wades forward—Angie goes to the body off her jab, big strapping lefts and rights. Poor Taylor coming forward, getting gutted—Angie just ripping paunch, stepping to the side, easing back, walking Cole into it, consolidating the knockdown with thudding insistence., Bell, Taylor wobbly butt—Angie helps herself to discouraged brunette backside with a clapping right hand of disdain.

 

R7: Angie hooking Taylor amidships early, shouldering brunette off in muscular fashion, Second minute, Cole hooking back up top, swivels Taylor’s head—Everhart stepping in fence post holes as AGAIN Taylor unnerves Big Red. Cole over to offense, paying S=Angie back with sloshing rights to the waist, dig-digging hooks to the ribs, then shoulder-shoving Angie off—redhead tottering on her heels, clouted and shoved as Taylor resumes winning way in the seventh, Everhart grouchy, curt with her corner staff: she’s losing the fight; she’s getting hurt; she’s being bullied and pushed around.

 

R8: Everhart trying to strand her ground with Taylor, palming up on brunette shoulders as Cole wades in, pushing against her and trying to slug with her at close range., Taylor accepting Angie’s body licks, answering back fat rights and lefts—first minute bruising trade sees Cole force Angie into stubborn, grudging retreat. Second minute, Cole crouching when she lands to the body, then popping up out the crouch to hook the head—she catches Angie hooking and there goes Everhart’s legs AGAIN! Angie distraught glassy how-could-you eyes—she staggers away to ropes for support, walked down by an increasingly implacable Cole, TAYLOR ON TOP, WORKING Angie along the apron, stepping-with wilting redhead, cudgeling her flanks, working thick behind the elbows, Angie mouthbreathing, whimpering—pushing at Taylor, pulling her head down, trying to tie up. Redhead shaky-legged, bit showing good veteran survivability as once again, heavy-handed brunette is cozened out of finishing this thing.

 

R9: Taylor forward, gloves at her lips, thrusting jab, stepping Angie down strong and attacking with steady, strapping strokes., Everhart melting back—she’s touching Cole the jab, but it’s just a formality, not the usual venom on redhead poke as Everhart’s backpedaling. Second minute, Cole walking her girl down, Angie fading back and to her right: Cole hangs a jab, Angie makes her pay. GORGEOUS counter-right uppercut Everhart—Angie just setting, walking Taylor in, dipping low under Cole’s seeking jab and coming up bingo right hand onna chin—COLE GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Spastic stamping hurt from Taylor as she clatters around on ruined legs—OPH the hurt from that shot., Angie steps around, leans her body into a looping right hand CLAP to the jaw—Taylor freezing up, tilting forward and she’s caught AGAIN a merciless, full-bodied right hand on the ear As she pitches forward face first to the canvas, OH NO IT’S OVER! Taylor Cole busted flat, on her face and out cold—Angie Everhart pulls off the comer-from0-behind Hail Mary KO9!

 

After: Everhart overcome with bloodlust—badly rocked and battered herself, she’s bodied back in the process of stomping at Taylor’s broad tanned back in the immediate aftermath. Cole brought around with salts on her stool, anguished by the turn of events—despite the knockdown she was well ahead on points, dominating every facet of the fight when lightning struck. Angie pushing her way in, pulls groggy Taylor to her feet, turns her with the right hand behind Cole’s neck and THROWS HER OUT OF THE RING onto the surrounding sand! Everhart jumps down all tuff—re-collecting Taylor, pulling her up by her left wrist and hair at the back of her head, forcing her forward and throwing her into a cringing heap at Jenny O’Dell’s feet., Everhart approaching stone-faced; Taylor groaning, out of it on her back, head lolling side to side; Jenny calm, casually pushing her sunglasses up onto her head and meeting Everhart’s gaze. No mistaking the smoldering stare of challenge between blonde and redhead. Eyes remain locked even as poor Cole rolls on her side and tries to rise: without looking down, Angie puts her foot on Taylor’s hip and pushes her back down, hands on hips as Jenny smirks in derision at the ‘tude.

 

Reposted by Archer 6/9/13.

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