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16 Novermber 2013 Bridget Regan vs Taylor Cole

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Posted by simguy on November 16, 2013, 9:09 am

BEFORE: "I didn't just beat Charlize Theron," Taylor Cole reminds us in prefight. "I beat that woman down. I dominated Charlize Theron. With the Crusade hanging in the balance, it came down to me to hold the line against her, and I saved the day. So yes, I think I can handle Bridget Regan. And by 'handle', I mean annihilate!"

Bridgy Regs upbeat, welcoming Taylor's heat. "Cole's one of the most under-rated girls in boxing," Regan admits at podium. "You dig into the records of most girls and you see a lot of pork, but this girl's been raised on a diet of lean, red meat her whole career. Girl's a fighter, and that's how I like 'em. No fun when you start to beat on a chick and she just turtles-up!"

Catchweight fight at the lightweight limit...Bridgy in white bra/panties in crushed velvet; white gloves; long black hair in unruly tangles. Taylor in neon baby blue bikini; white gloves; long black hair straight.

During R1: Regan gambles on a stream of batting hooks to head, surprising Taylor, buffetting her off balance, chasing her to ropes. Bridget stepping-to, bouncing-hands off tummy right/left - then she's cranking hooks tits and chin, shaking Cole up further. Taylor punched into a groggy earmuff front, sliding hurt to her left: Regan belting away, bouncing both hands off her beautiful foe. Bell to bell Bridgy - she scours Taylor corner to corner along ring aprons...Cole covering up and taking like she's got not choice. Regan grinning, lifting her hands and doing a happy little shimmy-step en-route to her corner: ass-kicked Cole smouldering - obviously disgusted with herself during break.

R2: Taylor pumps left jabs to Bridgy's face at midring, bends at the knees to slot a vicious straight right to sternum, gouges a withering hook off breadbasket: Regan ashen-faced, staggers back into ropes gut-shot, wobbly-butt. Cold hate in Taylor's eyes as she steps-to: her turn to batter a wilting opponent against the ropes. Every punch Taylor owes Bridget from round one paid back with interest - Cole prepping with the jab, then leaning in with lashing right/left power to body. Regan astonished, laying on ropes in panicky earmuff, body pinking up nicely under Taylor's harsh touches. Down the stretch, it's all too much: Cole bending at the knees, pumps a wicked right to solar plexus - really thumping the fist off body and pulling it back quick...Bridget groaning, wilts to all fours in gut-shocked agony. Cole winded by her efforts, walking away hands on hips, chest heaving, but she's ferociously proud of her accomplishment as poor Regan struggles up at bell.

R3: Both women have tasted the other's power: they come out boxing responsibly in a more tactical third. Crisply-worked textbook stuff: clockwise rotation around stiff left jabs; sharp right hands up top; whip-snappy left hooks snatching tummy underneath. It's close, but Taylor's jab the difference - dislodging Bridget's mouthpiece at one point, and generally giving Cole the initiative throughout.

R4: Similar crisp, tactical heat - this time Bridgy with the edge. Regan doubling up a spitting poke, getting herself in position to shovel rights to Taylor's breadbasket...Cole punched onto the defensive more often - spending more time behind an earmuff front, suffering Bridgy's heavy hands to body.

R5: Bridget consolidates - clockwise boxing early, to win initiative...once Taylor's in earmuff, Regan steps in with the tucking right to belly, finishing with a compact left hook to tits, driving Cole ropeside. Taylor grimacing, unable to get off ring aprons...she's sliding to her left, sponging up hot-licks as Bridgy steps-with/gets off. Gorgeous body-spank administered to Taylor as she's stooping forward in earmuff: Regan bouncing hands off taut waistline THUMP! THUMP! Crowd wincing as Bridgy gets her back and hips into succulent chops. Bell: Regan stealing a dancing glance into Taylor's eyes: Cole wincing, willing herself not to hug her ribcage en-route to corner.

R6: Bridgy pressing forward early - stepping close, chopping shots off Taylor's head-and-shoulders - Cole giving ground behind her earmuff front. Regan bashing away, dominating, but minute mark - Taylor hooks breadbasket, causing Regan to double-clutch on the spot: Cole takes over. Clubbing right to jaw startles Bridgy; hook to tits...Taylor all angry-eyed, moving forward, getting strong on Regan. Long jab between the eyes kicks Bridgy's head back...she's upright, loosened up when Cole dives into midsection with that spearing right, really plowing gut with everything she's got. Bridgy sobbing aloud - face up-tilted, eyes shut tight, lips parted, hands outstretched as she's backing butt-first to ropes. Cole stepping-to: wide left hook sweeps both Regan's arms to Bridgy's left; Taylor bends in close, pouring the right hand to sternum, sitting Bridgy "GUH-H!" deep into ropes. Taylor regains balance, cuffing a left hand at Bridget's right shoulder, then BITING the hook in behind Regan's right elbow. Bridget in trouble, face contorted in pain...Taylor bends at the knees, pumps a withering right uppercut to solar-plexus - the fist bouncing off Bridget and snatching back to Taylor's chest on follow through. DOWN GOES BRIDGET! Regan pitching forward, sloughing off Taylor's right shoulder to lie cringing on her face, arms hugging her body, knees pushing on canvas, rump high. Cole bellows down "YES!" as poor Bridgy's writhing in gut-shock...ref pushes Taylor away and gets to 10. KO6 to the body, Taylor Cole.

AFter: Cole a vision of black-haired fury slow-strutting the ring, hands raised...she's absolutely cold-blooded cruising past the wreckage of Regan, gazing down all "I'm better" as Bridgy's sitting up tender and cringing. "I feel like I'm the best fighter in boxing right now," Taylor boasts in post fight. "I shatter girls on the scales - I feel their eyes on me, searching for something they can feel good about, and when they don't find it, you can just see their spirits dip. Then we get in the ring and I'm better - I'm meaner, I'm tougher, I'm more determined. There's just no competition guys - not really. Everywhere I look? Victims."