BOXING AFTER DARK

Part1

Posted by Simguy on 3/12/2007, 3:16 pm.

Before: “I feel sorry for Kaley,” Taylor shrugs, mock-sad expression at the podium. “She needs Jenny to be champ more than Jenny does! Seriously, it must be hard fighting in the shadow of another girl--doing that girl’s dirty work—fighting the fights that girl’s too skittish to fight. I’m not stupid—I know what BSE is up to by putting Kaley in my way: they want her to take something out of me, but you know what? If Kaley fights hard enough to actually have an effect on me—it’ll get her annihilated. Think about this Cuoco—just how much are you planning to sacrifice for Jenny? Because you don’t want this fight to go on any longer than it has to.” Cuoco smirking throughout: she’s more than willing to dance in prefight. “We’re a ‘team’, Taylor,” Cuoco emphasizes, “obviously something you have no experience with. Gotta hurt, hey? Seeing Jenny as champ. That’s gotta burn—her at the top, you just another soon-to-be-waitress trying to get noticed: ouch! Yeah, you’re right—I’m gonna take something out of you alright—starting eith your pride and ending with your dignity. I can’t wait to see you asleep, T—this is gonna be fun!”

Cole in red Summerland bikini with white swirl print, white gloves. Kaley in white bikini top, baby blue cashmere crochet bottoms, white gloves. Cuoco winking during stare down, pursing her lips: Cole seething, barely restraining herself from starting the fight early.

During R1: Kaley creep-steppin’ flat footed—supple upperbody—right hand at her chest., left loose across her tummy as she dips, weaves, prowls. Taylor more upright, more rigid—dukes up—she’s pinging jabs, trying to range-ion. Kaley feints, steps in as Taylor’s flinch-covering: STRAPPING right hand takes Cole behind her left elbow, buckling her knees—Kaley pivoting ‘round brunette right flank, escaping out the other side. Taylor grimacing, turning—Kaley slinking right, shows another feint, comes with another slinging, bolo right hand to the body; quick-biting hook behind the ear—DOWN GOES TAYLOR! Cole staggering forward, pitches awkwardly to all fours—she’s up quickly, wide eyed, startled as Kaley jogs all grins to neutral corner. TC takes her 8—Kaley aggressively across the ring, trapping Taylor against ropes. Feints setting up Kaley whippy right hand to Taylor’s ribs or stomach—Cuoco generating lithe leverage by leaning in, dragging that fist heavily into Cole’s chassis. Taylor covering up behind her gloves, grunting in protest: she’s FEELING Kaley to the body. Blonde in and out—vexing and perplexing—occasional flutter-jabs setting up opportunistic crosses to Taylor’s chin, brushing her back. Kaley also throwing a slow right hand to get Taylor covering up, then SNAPPING that hook off Taylor’s body like it’s hot. Great potshotting offence from Cuoco sets a supple, athletic tone-puts legitimate mileage on Taylor’s strong body in the first. Kaley BEAMING en route to her corner: high fives all around; she flashes a mean little grin over her shoulder into Cole’s corner before sitting down.

R2: Taylor showing big-girl resilience—she shakes off Kaley power, comes out hard eyed in the second. Cole walking Kaley down, getting used to the seed, not flinching so much on the feints—Taylor doing a much better jab banging a stiff jab out there and keeping Kaley from pouncing at will. Taylor also willing to grab Cuoco when she DOES comes in—pushing the blonde off by her shoulders: Cole making her strength more of a factor now. Kaley still landing that thudding, surprisingly hard right hand toi Taylor’s body ala Jessica Biel—this is a debilitating shot, forcing Cole to hunch up for just a split second—long enough for Cuoco to scoot ‘round Cole’s right side and escape receipts.

R3: OH, that slinging, whip-limbed bolo right hand to Taylor’s body. Cole shipping one of these lithe licks at the open—SHE’S CRIPPLED! Cole biting down on a scream, legs paralyzed: Cuoco brightens at the sight of her stricken foe. Tough, tough first minute for TC—she blunders forward hurt, trying to bull her way on top: Cuoco retreating in good order, walking her girl into all manner of cutey-pie power shots, then sidestepping to send Taylor reeling face-first to ropes, Cole unable to deploy the jab thanks to that savage body blow under left her arm: Kaley circling, pouncing, jumping to the side and disengaging. Kaley hurts Taylor a saucy left uppercut off the front foot—leading with the punch—popping Cole’s face up off her mitts all high eyebrows, startled “O” lips. Kaley hurts Taylor more of those spicy rights to the body—bouncing’em off ribs as poor Cole’s wilting. Top it off—Kaley nails a lead right hand from a semi-crouch, punching past Cole’s defences before bigger girl is ready. Cole embarrassed, banged up, but not going down: Kaley’s punches rocking Taylor, but not ending the fight the way they would against many others.

Cole/Cuoco conc.

Posted by Simguy on 3/12/2007, 3:17 pm.

R4: Poor Taylor’s hurt AGAIN! Cole crouching in preparation, but takes that withering right hand blast succulent in her ribs—rich beefy spank brings a grin of pleasure to Kaley’s face as Taylor folds forward. Nearly going down. Kaley quick ‘round Cole’s right flank, then pouncing with a looping overhand right as Taylor groggily turns to front-up: Cole catching flush, head jacked back—she staggers on her heels into ropes, covers up face-inb-gloves because HERE COMES KALEY! Cuoco’s potshotting has Taylor broken down—smaller girl able to push her way in and be the bully—palming Taylor’s arms back and working her  over at close quarters. Good, strapping stuff from Kaley—showing the benefit of having a Charisma Carpenter in camp: same swiping, supple licks stroking away at Taylor’s tummy, robs, tits, Cole suffering—curvy legs holding her up—but what a shellacking she’s taking! Cuoco strong on Taylor bell to bell—squirming and swiping at her, pushing into her, tainting her, Kaley very meanspirited with a hurting Taylor Cole trying to rally—letting Taylor hear all about it.

R5: Kaley grinning, hands loose n’ low—she’s so relaxed, circling, prowling, dar4ting in and out. Kaley feints—freezes Taylor—Cuoco leaning forward LASHES that right hand whip-stroke in behind Cole’s left elbow and Taylor can’t keep the sob of pain from blurting past her lips any longer. Taylor’s face punching tight, teeth bared—she sinks in agony to one knee as Kaley crows, looming over top of Taylor exulting until ref pushes her back. Blubbering 8, Cole—Taylor gritting her teeth, sitting into the ropes, elbows in tight to her throbbing sides as hands cross against the body: HERE COMES KALEY! Curtains of Cuoco leather land, shelling poor Taylor—Cole’s unprotected head forward—she’s giving it up to protect her battered body, Cuoco in wide stance, baring her teeth: she’s clawing hooks from her right foot, stroking Taylor across her jaw; she’s clipping right uppercuts from her right foot, picking up Taylor’s drowsy face; she’s shifting weight to her left foot, exploring Taylor’s right flank. Bell: Cuoco chesting up—shouting: “Who’s big now, huh? Who’s big, Taylor? Go back to your stool and tell tyour corner there’s too much Kaley out here tonight! YAH!”

R6: Cole nice and busted up, labouring, but still serviceable—Cole weathering Kaley’s best shots remarkably well, considering. Taylor shying away—Cuoco walking bigger girl down (that’s not a typo—Kaley’s hunting Taylor now). Taylor touching Kaley a still-stiff jab—Cuoco caught coming in, p0re-empted, but forcing herself on Taylor: blonde hungry to finish, now willing to accept Cole’s punching. Toe-to-toe, Cole snaps a tidy left hook off Kaley’s waist, shaking Cuoco: Kaley responds in kind, biting her hook in above Taylor’s right hip. Cole shoves a right hand into Kaley’s midsection, taking her in the pit of the stomach: Cuoco bites her hook hard to Taylor’s jaw, toggling that chin. Girls bump shoulders—Kaley’s pushed backward—Taylor able to trudge grimly forward, pounding a thick right/left against Kaley’s waist., Cuoco grimacing—slides her right foot back, then drives a lead right straight up the middle to punch back Taylor’s head; reloads it, pounds the lead right straight to Taylor’s chest; reloads it and TAKES COLE’S HOOK TO CHOPS! Kaley caught trying to punch the big woman off her—hook unhinges Cuoco’s knees—Taylor reaches in under Cuoco’s arms and pancakes her to ropes. THUDDING BEATDOWN! Cole squares away, teeth bared: Kaley folded forward over hands stacked at her body—it’s Taylor’s turn. Thick shellacking roundhouses shake Kaley in her flanks, swab across back. Outraged Jenny O’Dell on her feet, screaming in protest at kidney work: Taylor on autopilot, smashing away at poor Kaley as Cuoco wilts. On and on and on—Kaley bravely trying to bear up, but too much time on the clock: she’s being battered into stupor. Ringsiders screaming for fight to be stopped—ref finally obliges—pushing past an enraged Cole to cradle weepy Kaley to safety.; Brutal TKO6, Taylor Cole.

After: Kaley doing more than :taking something out of Taylor”—blonde finding lashing right hand to the body that nearly stopped Cole tonight—cunning punch designed to take advantage of Taylor’s habitually high guard. Cole ALL busted up, but energized with seethikg indignation: she’s over to the BSE corner, pushing her way in roughly yanking Kaley’s left arm to tug her to her feet, JOD, Charisma, Natalie, all charging the ring—officials Johnny-on-the-spot, strictly enforcing the no-third-party rule as Taylor takes Kaley for a shabby walk of shame, Both girls cringing from respective body-throb—Cole roughly pulling Kaley around and making her pose swaying in each corner for cameras: Cuoco blinking back the tears as Taylor broadens the scope of her anti-BSE campaign. Final stop—BSE corner: seething JOD on the ring apron, screaming “THAT’S ENOUGH!” as Cole positions just out of reach, Cole jostling Kaley, making her head bobble: “This is mine now!” Taylor shrieks. “All mine, Jenny!” Strident back and forth—officials finally gain control of the situation with bench clearing brawl on the verge of breaking out.

Reposted by Archer 4/5/10.