Posted by Simguy on 3/3/2007, 8:20 am.

Before: Cole the most exciting young prospect since Jessica Biel herself--but aside from the age factor, Jess isn’t loving the comparison. “Please--don’t start this ‘young Jessica Biel’ crap where this kid is concerned,” Biel implores  in prefight. “I was the star--the STAR--of ‘Seventh Heaven’, then I moved onwards and upwards. This kid’s barely made a ripple in television. As a fighter, she’s more of a stiff dufus type like Cat bell or Jenny O’Dell: I’m a ballistic missile headed straight for her chin. So don’t even think about comparing us--this kid is meat in a swimsuit next to me--nothing more.” Cole refusing to be baited--quiet confidence exuding maturity beyond her years--she knows what kind of challenge lies in front of her. “Jessica’s a different fighter from the other elite girls I’ve beaten,” Cole says. “She’s fast, more unorthodox takes more chances. I’m bigger than she is, and I need to build on that--take her to the ropes, wear her down a little--make her take weight early in this fight. The uglier this fight is the better for me--if I can take the fireworks and sizzle out of her game, I can beat this girl down in the long run.” Taylor in spunky black ponytail with bangs, cobalt bikini, white gloves--white aerobics sneakers/socks. Jessica in electric baby-blue bikini (“Stealth’), white gloves, white aerobics sneakers/socks--blonde puncher’s ponytail with bangs.

During R1: TAYLOR GOES DOWN! Sheer velocity if Jess Biel: she ducks, feints, freezes TC midring, then sweeps a huge overhand right to Cole’s left ear, clubbing the girl to all fours at the open. Jessica preening, blowing kisses t the audience while strutting around hands out wide to either side. Taylor grimly up--shaken, but serviceable, looking a little buzzed. Biel attacking at the apron as Cole digs in, Taylor crouching, presenting a high guard front: Jessica penetrating with a reaching jab to belly, staying nimble on balls of her feet, working in and out, bobbing her head, feinting. Biel getting Cole to bend forward behind her mitts, them unleashing that vicious, sidearm right to the body, taking Cole in above her left hip with a loud, clapping spank, crowd groaning as Taylor shudders, mincing away to her right from the blast. Biel licking her lips, eyes bright--she’ll slash that same punch in a few more times throughout the balance of the round, numbing left side of Cole’s body. Final minute--Taylor firming--she’s able to pull Jessica into a semi-clutch, hold her behind the head with the left while clipping her right uppercuts. Biel getting bogged down late, but has the round won big--still it’s something for Cole to build on.

R2: Taylor’s eyes narrowed, hands up--very conventional approach as she tracks Jessica jabs, looks for a short right hand, then hooks hard to the body while stepping in to clinch. Biel free-wheeling--often loping around outside with her hands down; creep[-stepping to her right with the left hand dangling, right hand cocked at her chest; twisting and weaving her torso as she prowls around flat footed, Jess dispensing with the jab for the most part--she’s fast enough to feint Taylor, then lead with hooks, right hands, even uppercuts off the thighs--leaping in on Taylor, Taylor, then lead with hooks, right hands, even uppercuts off the thighs--leaping in on Taylor, then slipping away to either side. No real pattern to Jessica’s bewildering circus-style attack--other than every once in a while, she’ll slash the evil sidearm right in behind Taylor’s left elbow.

R3: Cole scuffed up, but still alert, strong and effective. She does a better job channeling Jessica with the jab, running Biel into stubby right hands, then tieing up and mauling with Jess on the inside. Biel willing to linger in there, testing the kid’s shoulder and arm strength in long, writhing clinches as girls wander around in one another’s arms. Jess snatching at Taylor’s body in these moments--just swiping her mitts across ribs, tummy, breast: Cole more apt to dig into Jessica, often holding Biel with the left while plowing her righty to midsection, Bruising fare--Taylor more than holding her own: judges rightly award the kid points for controlling and punishing a cooperative Biel this round.

R4: Biel springy on the outside again--stooping to reach her jab into Taylor’s tummy just to say hello. Jess circling to her right, dangling that left hand, head-feinting beautifully: Taylor hinky, reacting to everything, very wary of Jessica’s sudden speed, Oh, those vicious sidearm rights to the body: Biel able to slash’em in as Taylor’s crouching forward behind her gloves--Cole grimacing, legs trembling as blonde whip cracks away with a vengeance. Midway point, Cole shying away from these licks, moving to her right (away from Jessi’s right)--Biel darts in, dips her shoulder, lick-snaps a hook off abdomen, doubles up the hook to chin and COLE SCOOTS TO HER BACKSIDE AT THE ROPES! Taylor dazed, blinking--Jessica ripping that Sugar Ray Leonard style tight, tight hook combo body and head: Biel on the strut. Hands high, toothy grin glowing as poor TC pulls herself up the ropes. Taylor takes 8, digs in hurt at the apron: Jessica chucking, left hand at her side, right at her tummy as she sashays back in. Biel all supple, left foot forward, bending at her waist--she’s just pawing the loose left hand at Taylor, menacing her, flirting with her tummy. Cole flinching, mesmerized, trying to read Biel’s intentions, Jessica purring--pawing--poking the tummy jab, BIG RIGHT HAND! Oh wotta blast! Biel all soft and slow downstairs, just being cute and supple, thenm coming over the top to clap a gigantic right upside Taylor’s face--SPANKING THE KID OUT ON HER FEET! Taylor stooping forward over her feet, hanging in mid air for a moment, then collapsing onto her face: Jessica bringing her feet together, grinning huge as she takes a mocking bow over her KO’d opponent. KO$ in spectacular fashion--Jessica Biel.

After: Jessica lights Taylor up--Cole had a few of the right ideas, but just never got accustomed to Biel’s ballistic tempo tonight. Jessica resplendent in victory--lighting up the arena with her smile, flashing a double bicep shot for fawning BLONDE! Magazine photographers--when jess wins, its electric. Biel strutting over to a devastated Cole as TC’s being gently brought around on her stool: blonde roughly hugging Taylor up to her feet under her armpits, securing a brawny right arm, around the girl’s lower back: walk of shame time for Ms. Cole, courtesy a beaming a Ms. Biel. Jessica waving with the left hand--Taylor sniveling, hair in her eyes as she stumbles around. Biel ends the walk of shame in her own corner, shoving Cole face-first to turnbuckles--Taylor looking to either side in groggy bewilderment as Jessica mounts the ropes, looming over the stricken girl. Jess pulls back on Taylor’s head by a fistful of hair at the scalp, then draws her right thumb across Cole’s throat--earning an instant fine in the process. Jessica can afford it--she stands above beaten Taylor, left fist still holding the hair, right fist with the thumb out, held high in the air as the crows roars in bloodthirsty approval. Poor Taylor: lips parted, eyes frowned shut--the hated weight of Jessica at her back--Cole’s going to remember this night for a long, long time.

Reposted by Archer 8/1/10.