Reebok/Maxim Lightweight Title Unification Bout

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 11/4/2006, 9:11 am


Before: BLONDE! Magazine shrill in the weeks following Cole's smashing victories over the best blondes in boxing - cry going up for a bigger-bodied, heavier-handed savior to end Taylor's insufferable swaggering. "When you want something done right," Gena preens in prefight, "call 1-800-GENA! I'm as sick of Taylor as everyone else - it's definitely time to burst this bubble. I've worked this girl over before - she's putty in my hands: her belt's as good as mine, boys." Cole equally headstrong, anxious to add another lofty blonde name to her growing collection - she's positively brazen at the podium. "Gena's just another lumbering, overfed, over-rated blonde bimbo and I'll do her just exactly the way I cleaned up Jenny and Charlize. I work too hard for these girls - they don't want any part of it. When they get in with me, and they feel the pace I'm setting - they just wilt inside, they don't want to go through it. I'm going to get after Nolin's suspect gut and you watch: she'll be looking to quit, somehow, someway." Gena in scarlet bikini, yellow gloves. Taylor in cobalt bikini, puncher's ponytail with long strands framing her face; white gloves.

During R1: Taylor crouched, dukes up, spitting jabs while advancing: she drives Gena to ropes at the open. Nolin dukes at temples, standing tall, back to cables - she's grunting as Taylor lands her first cuffing right hands across paunch. Gena frowning - riding her left hand behind Taylor's head to pull her forward: Cole won't have it - staying on the body with tight, curling right hands clouting blonde belly. Gena lopes to her right along the apron, looking to get out of there: Cole swings a reaching hook into the gut; jams a right hand into Gena's left ear to send her skidding into the Krusher corner. More Taylor aggression - she's jabbing Gena upright, pounding right hands to the ribs and tummy, starting to open up with hooks in tandem - Nolin grimacing as the punishment mounts. Down the stretch, Gena loping to her right again, trying to create a little distance - she stops, swings a beefy right bolo uppercut, taking Taylor full in the pit of her stomach: brunette brought to a shuddering halt as she rushes into harm. Left hook Gena: Nolin just hauling a thick-limbed swat across Taylor's mouth and COLE GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Taylor Cole hurt and reeling - eyes wide, hands disorganized as she stagger-stomps on the spot. RIGHT HAND GENA - flatten's Taylor's head to her right shoulder, sends her crumbling sideways to ropes. Crowd roaring - Gena hopping in, eyes hard, right hand at her lips - she bends in and down, looping the right over top and cudgelling Taylor's head another sumptuous blast as brunette lolls in stupor at the ropes. Bell: Taylor reeling out on her feet - strong legs keeping her upright, and GENA CLIPS HER CHEAP! Nolin pursing her lips as she turns a hook across Cole's unsuspecting face, tossing brunette head hard to port as ref tackles blonde off from her right flank. First round warnings issued as smouldering Gena leaves Taylor staring in swoon to steal points from Cole.

R2: Taylor marching out: eyes're clear, but legs aren't back yet - she's shaky. Gena creep-steppin' right - right hand at her chin, left hand dangling, tracing little ovals in the air. Gena will cuff a nuisance hook off her right (back) foot - she'll backhand the upjab off her hip - just measuring and pestering as Taylor steps forward. Cole dukes up, frowning with concentration - she's chopping out the jab from her temple, punching G in her left shoulder, looking to slant down with straight rights into Nolin's portside ribs. Nolin getting the slower pace she wants - Taylor not so anxious to rush in against Gena's powerpunching, and when Cole DOES penetrate: Gena unashamed to tie up beefy, turn her girl and tummy Taylor into the ropes for ref's breaks. Sloppy, edgy affair - Gena slowly assuming tactical control as she dictates terms in the second.

R3: Taylor tries to reassert herself - forward strong, looking to put mitts on meat: Gena's creep-steppin' ways foil the plan. Nolin landing ROBUST right hands to Cole's gut - fat, swinging, right uppercuts off the step-right - she's just timing Taylor to perfection, hurting her terribly with these thumping blows. Hooks on top? You bet - Gena following instructions beautifully - clapping the taste out of Taylor's mouth lefty after landing that thudding right downstairs: Cole's knees starting to unhinge. Taylor very durable, very strong - she's badly shaken by the flush, banging blows, tottering on the spot as she soaks 'em up - then she shakes 'em off and trudges forward once again. Gena grinning - she's labelling brunette her hardest, cleanest strokes - really trimming Taylor some beautiful, rangy leather. When Cole penetrates - Nolin gathers her up, turns her, bodies her to ropes - often riding a forearm against the throat, grinding her hairline against Taylor's face, or shoulder-butting Taylor in the teeth just before ref's break. Cole all banged up, very loose on her feet: she's absorbing terrific punishment early from a very hamhanded blonde indeed.

R4: Taylor grimly determined to get to Gena: Cole showing her inexperience here by staying aggressive when she needs to buy time for her legs and ringing ears. Gena creep-steppin' right, luring Taylor on - swinging right bolo to the pit of brunette stomach landing like clockwork, setting up the rest of Gena's shellacking offense. Nolin buffetting and clobbering Taylor, pounding Cole off balance, then stepping away from her - Taylor reeling, then coming on, coaxed ever-forward by Gena's taunting smile, soft blonde hair, cruel eyes. Gena clinching, but no longer content just to foul and wait for breaks: she's working whens he bodies Cole to ropes now. On the apron, girls forehead to forehead, Taylor slumped in the cables: Gena clouts and clubs at her - blonde tightening up stroke, keeping elbows in, just swatting away at Taylor's proud tummy, throbbing ribs, pretty face. Smooth stuff - Gena using her left shoulder in Taylor's chest to control/gain separation - then she's scoring hooks, chop-right hands, clipping right uppercuts off the right foot. Bell: Cole reeling, badly loosened - Gena's got anaconda like control through 4, just pouring it to shabby ingenue.

R5: Taylor rallies - brunette walking barrage of ragged lefts and rights hounds Gena to ropes early: Nolin covers up peek-a-boo - leans back into ropes, rotates her torso and hooks Cole in the trunks to bunch brunette up stiff. Taylor sighing, folding forward into Gena's arms: brawny clinch, pivot, press - Nolin's got Taylor all smothered-down at the ropes for ref's break. After that, it's creep-steppin' Gena - Nolin loping/slide-stepping to her right, coaxing shopworn Taylor forward, walking her into clobbering right hands - head and body. Cole shipping a TREMENDOUS punch tonight - Nolin landing howitzer blasts, drawing oohs and ahhs from the audience as she lights poor Taylor up - but Cole just won't go down. Taylor beach-stubborn, trudging forward - but she's so banged up when she gets there that she can't fight through Gena's brawny clinches. Stop and go action as Gena bashes at Taylor, then ties her up, twists her, bodies her to ropes: Nolin nuzzling her face into Cole's neck in the clinches, really making the brunette feel the weight.

During the break, on the PPV telecast - HBO shows a montage of the booming rights and sloshing left hooks Gena's landed flush on Taylor thus far. It's absolutely insane, the punishment Cole's been able to sponge.

R6: Cole rallies again - first minute pressure driving Gena to ropes: Nolin leaning back, showing peek-a-boo again, rotating her torso and hooking Taylor's trunks to cramp Cole up. Taylor blubbering in groggy protest, but she answers back: thick, moist right/left in Gena's trunks crumples Nolin to a seat in the ropes as blonde blurts out in agony to get Taylor in trouble! Cole pushed back and read the riot act - ref really reaming her out: Gena given several moments to compose herself before resuming. Series of collisions as the girls fall in off right hands - staggering mutual embraces until ref breaks 'em up. Down the stretch, Nolin bends in and down, looping a walloping right to Taylor's jaw as Cole's right hand sails over top: hardest punch of the fight sees Cole swaying on the spot, out on her feet. Gena mouthbreathing, tiring from the heavy lumber she's been tossing - she reaches in under Cole's arms, walks her to ropes, then rides the left arm around Taylor's back to slump her forward. Pumping right hands up and in, up and in - Gena just lugging beefy to Cole's battered midsection. Taylor gurgling, eyelashes fluttering - her mouthpiece tumbles off her teeth as the body blows push home: Gena just baring her teeth, grimly giving it to the kid at the bell.

R7: Poor Taylor shabby off her stool: brunette walking on her heels, drowsy, but determined to close with her opponent and compete. Nolin creep-steppin' right, lifting a snappy up-jab off her hip: stiff stick pounds into Taylor's face, stunning her, knocking her head back. Minute mark, Gena sweeps that fat right hand to Taylor's oncoming gut: bombastic wallop cramps Taylor up, hunching her forward and dislodging her mouthpiece with an audible "POOH!" Left hook Gena: Nolin just turning her beefy shoulder through the punch, clouting Taylor perfectly across the chin. Head snap Cole as she's drooping forward - she hovers out over her feet for a moment, then crashes face-first to canvas as Nolin staggers away spent. KO7 in beating-of-the-year fashion - Gena Lee Nolin.

After: Cole roused in stages, horribly, tragically battered tonight: brave brunette simply walked into too much punishment too early to recover. Nolin feted - hugged and rump-slapped by delirious Krusher execs, BLONDE! Mag Sr. Editors, and the like - and Gena's not done. Strutting to Cole on her stool - Big G reaches in to hug Taylor up to her feet, riding a strong right arm around Cole's lower back, then it's a triumphant walk of shame as one champion deposes the other. Belts are presented, and grinning Nolin makes a great show of polishing the gold against Taylor's slouching breasts - smudging jugs with title belts to polish home the point. Cole out of it, dimly resigned to the humiliation: feisty brunette has her work cut out for her as blonde makes it 2-0 against young Taylor early in the rivalry.


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