Posted by Simguy on 12/1/2006, 7:16 am.

Before: Former champ Cole looks Smulders over, likes what she sees. “Easy meat,” Taylor smirks at the podium, “I’ll get big from the get-go, out a body on this girl and see how she handles it. I’ll walk her to the corners, bang her bad downstairs, soften her up, then take her out, 6, 7 rounds tops--girls like Cobie Smulders don’t beat girls like me.”

Smulders lifting her eyebrows in challenge--Mountee PR guys cringing as usually reserved  brunette obviously a little hot under the collar, “How ‘bout girls like Gena Lee Nolin?” Cobie sneers when it’s her turn. “Girls like GLN seem to do pretty well against you Taylor. You didn’t look so big and tuff in that fight, TC--actually, you were giving off more of a ‘little girl lost’ vibe when Gena was kicking your ass. Well I saw that fight--and the OTHER fight you lost to Gena--so the TWO fights I which gena dominated you completely--I saw them both--and I took notes. When I give you more of the same, maybe you can give it up to me as sweet as you did for her. Hey? What do you say?”

Cole apoplectic, cheeks crimson with rage. Cobie stripping the favourite good in preflight.

Taylor in royal blue sports bra and sporty bikini bottoms, white aerobics shoes/socks, white gloves. Cobie in Canadian Maple leaf motif sports bra. Solid sports bra, solid red sport red bottoms, white aerobics shoes/socks, red gloves with white knuckle-bars.

During R1: Angry Cole missing a big right hand up top: Cobie slips in under it, rotates out of the slip with a juicy hook onna chops and SITS COLE DOWN! Taylor staring up in shock, seconds in--shakes her pretty head, rolls over her left hip to get shakily to her feet, After 8--MORE COBIE! Smulders chewing into Taylor’s sturdy midring right, left, right, left, right, left---pumping, chugging barrage bunching Taylor up hurt, butt-in-ropes, gloves-ob-face, COBIE’S getting up bug--she rides her left arm across Taylor’s upper back, slumping her forward for plugging right hands flat amidships! COLE CLINCHES BREATHLESS! Taylor’s eyes closed in a tight frown, lips sniveling, knees knocking as Conie gives her beef downstairs, Murky final minute--Taylor hanging on, bogging Cobie down--Smulders pressing her girl at the ropesm giving Cole all she could want in a stunning first!

R2: Right hand, Cobie, left hook--Taylor’s chin toggled side to side--Colbie wide-eyed, staggering backward open-mouthed at the open. Cobie jabs Taylor ropeside, then deliberately, pointedly goes body with swinging right hands--bunching bigger brunette up with moist groans at the ropes. More clinching from Taylor, brow knit with concern--Cobie really coming out gangbusters in the early going. Middle minute grueling give and take as girls maul and clout tousle-to-tousle. Close in, writhing stuff starts to go Taylor’s way--she’s able to walk Cobie off the apron, trading thick to ribs, sports ba and tummy. Down the stretch--SMULDERS’ LEGS GIVE A SHIMMY! Heavy shock to the body momentarily shakes Cobie--she immediately clinches, mouth open on Taylor’s shoulder as Cole takes over. Round finishes up with Cole walking Cobie to far ropes--Taylor earning a warning for pressing her forearm up against Cobie’s throat at the bell.

R3: Sharp Cobie jabbing has Taylor blinking, hesitant: BIG RIGHT HAND, COBIE! Cole stepping in fence post holes, hands up at her temples--Cobie leans in on her front (left) foot to hoist a pair of thick, cranking hooks CHUP! CHUP! Up into Cole’s trembling tummy. Taylor gurgling, trying to find her footing--Cobie’s PASTING her sharp rights and lefts. Smulders snarling, tearing it up--short, clouting blows hammer head-and-shoulders into Taylor keeping her covered up midring. Down the stretch, Taylor able to weather and react--SHE’S slugging back late, catching Cobie in the ribs with sidearm hacks. Smulders refusing to back up--she’s trading short-n-choppy. Answering tit for tat, toe-to-toe at the bell.

R4: Brawny stuff from Cole--she’s taking Cobie’s right hand better now, getting comfy in there. Taylor’s jab making an impact--busting Cobie inna chops, bouncing her head back, giving Cole initiative for the first time. Taylor looking to step-in close, shoulders bunched--she’s twisting her torso side to side to bounce short, thumping lefts and rights off Cobie’s Canadian ribs, Smulders banged, pushed and jostled to apron--Cole very muscular when she gets Cobie ropeside--pushing and bodying up on her for a good smearing. Late the round, good thick busting right/left on the tummy cramps Cobie up with a groan: Smulders sinks down, taking a veteran knee with a pained grimace as Cole nods aggressively at the accomplishment.

R5,6: Steady, pounding attrition--Taylor to Cobie: Cole just stepping Smulders around, setting a withering pace and smashing at Smulders’ svelte chassis. Cobie stepping back in good order, keeping elbows in, fitting sharp counter-punches into Cole’s midsection or chin--but Taylor really marching through it now, recovering nicely from her shaky start. Fight goes to ropes with Taylor on top--Cole mauling and wrestling, stacking Cobie up, constantly jostling her--Taylor also pumping right hands to tummy out of a muscular wrap--poor Cobie cramped up and taking for extended sequences. After six--Cobie’s looking scuffed, disheveled--constant press of Taylor starting to tell.

R7: Taylor’s landing hard, hard punches this round--teeing off and hurting Cobie. Savage left hooks bite deep behind Smulders’ right elbow--she buckles, backs away cringing while crossing arms against her midsection, Plowing right hands to chin--Taylor leaning and driving ‘em home short--put Cobie on her back midway through. Mop up final minute sees Taylor giving Smulders a tasty pasting up against the ropes: Cobie ear muffing up, gritting her teeth and sponging the beating best she can.

R8: Cobie fighting valiantly in spots, looking to deny Taylor position at the ropes, trying to keep this thing midring,…but Cole’s too strong at this point. Constant, pounding attack to Cobie’s ribs and waist has her kegs rubbery--she just can’t hold canvas when Taylor gets on her and walks her back. Taylor grinding her forehead into Cobie’s face and digging at her, both arms pumping until Smulders can tie-up. Cobie’s nose bleeding, body throbbing; Taylor also puffy, looking touched--this thing’s taking a toll through 8.

R9: Taylor’s got her rhythm now--she’s just stepping to Cobie and processing her, Hard jabs shake Cobie--she’s jabbing back but Taylor’s walking through it. Cole leaning in right hands--slamming at Cobie’s jaw or ribcage, then bodying up, walking her to ropes. Cole riding her left arm across Cobie’s shoulders, slumping the Canuck forward and pumping her right hands up and in: Cobie ashen-faced as Taylor takes charge of the Smulders breadbasket. No quit in Cobie though: she’s flurrying back in spots, occasionally forcing Taylor to earmuff up--Cole can’t post shutouts even though she’s carrying the rounds.

R10: Cobie shabby off her stool--she’s been bravely holding off a juggernaut tonight, but it all catches up with Smulders in the tenth. First minute--brutal, short, bludgeoning lefts and rights to the waistline cripple Cobie: she turns away groaning, sinking to her knees, sitting on her haunches and hugging herself as Taylor struts past. Second minute, hooks in Cobie’s flank have her loosening up at the ropes; biting right hand slams in between Cobie’s mitts, tossing her head back over the top ropes--she pitches forward on to all fours, shaking her head in groggy dismay, Final minute a travesty--ringsiders screaming for fight to be stopped as Taylor allowed to hound Cole corner-to-corner along the ropes--poor Smulders with her gloves up feeble, just staring into the beating of her young lifetime. Cole pinning her ears back, pouring herself at Cobie--strong, stroking lefts and rights simply dimming the lights in Cobie’s eyes. Final collapse--Smulders skidding to her right, toppling under a smashing barrage--Cobie lays out parallel to the ropes, rolls onto her back: Cole bellowing, lifting her mitts and strutting past. AND COBIE BEATS THE COUNT! Some in the audience actually standing and applauding as Cobie somehow, some way, pulls herself up the ropes to stand swaying at the bell. Taylor robbed of a KO, stamps her foot in frustration--comes back UD10, Taylor Cole.

After: Cole overhauls a fast, fearless start from Cobie--Smulders bound and determined to fight as hard as she could as long as she could tonight. Even Taylor affected by Cobie’s valour--Cole hugging, battered Smulders in post fight and chatting with her, acknowledging a superlative effort and dismissing preflight tensions as heat-of-the-moment, “I didn’t expect to start this fight on my butt,” a lumpy Cole (no pun intended) admits, “so yeah, Cobie gave me all I wanted tonight,. I reined her in with my jab, then broke her down the way I wanted to--but she was just too stubborn! Three knockdowns--you don’t see girls get up from three knockdowns very often, but I just couldn’t keep her down for 10. For my part--I take back what I said about Cobie. I don’t know  if they have beaches in Canada, but if they do, Smulders could definitely hold her own on them!”

Reposted by Archer 12/27/10.