WELTERWEIGHT JAMBOREE

Round Three

Posted by Simguy on 8/27/05, 3:17 pm.

Taylor in red sport cut top bikini, red bottoms with white vine leaf print
Shields in green sports bra/pale blue and white plaid sport bikini bottoms

Taylor discovered right away the difference between pushing headlong into a welterweight and pushing into the biggest and strongest of the old Middleweight clan; Shields tied up behind Taylor’s elbows and walked her heavily to ropes in the opening moments. Punching was sporadic, with Brooke careful to pull Cole’s head down, riding heavy forearms across her back, or press her bodily into the ropes and Taylor trying to flurry rapidly to Brooke’s broad abdominal pan. Late the round, Shields with an old tactic pushing Taylor’s head down and cut her a nasty, illegal right uppercut while holding, stunning Cole and raping her in stupor at the ropes. A beefy right hand shook Taylor to the body; a hefty palm-shove in both shoulders stacked her up and a short, drifting left right across the mouth ended her night. Cole dropped straight down on to her launches, pressed up against the ropes by Brooke’s thighs as Shields leaned into the strands for support. Stunning KO1 dismissal for the most promising newcomer in the division.

When Stacy Keibler slid beneath the bottom rope in hopes of stretching Taylor out--Catherine Zeta Jones was ready. Directing a bevy of unamused welters. Jones ordered a devastating assault on the suddenly panicked and shrieking Ms. Keibler. Cindy Crawford, Vicki Silvestedt, Torrie Wilson, and Angie Everhart knelt around a distraught Keebs, going at her with washerwoman right hands--just a steady drumming pounding administered to Stacy’s golden limbs, chest, tummy. In moments, Keibler lay mute with punishment, her arms crossed against a throbbing chest, lips parted in blubbery submission.

Keibler: pale blue tight cami with lace straps and cleavage, white cotton beach pants. Her attackers: largely sports bras, form-fitting fleece sweats and zip tops open to reveal hard-working torso. Moving into better viewing position, Jones barked orders while flipping open her cell phone, speaking to an unknown party as Keibler’s cotton pants were tugged free--revealing her glorious, long golden brown legs and pale blue cotton panties.  Grinning Wilson and a workmanlike Crawford took up position on either leg, scissoring up the limbs, cinching up under the knee, placing the ankle under the armpit and both began to jerk and reef at Stacy’s helpless legs. Galvanized by pain, Stacy writhed, now showing hands in her hair, now banging her arms out flat to either side. Silvestedt and Everhart stood around grinning bullies’ grins, hands on hips, talking, then THEY took turns as Wilson and Crawford relinquished the legs. With the crowd egging them on, and Stacy’s cries piercing the tropical air--welterweight justice administered in harsh fashion as Keibler’s interference was summarily done away with.

Reposted by Archer 2/1/11.