Posted by simguy on 11/9/2007, 7:15 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Before: "I don't have any choice," a serious Cat Bell admits at the podium. "I've got to dig at this girl's ribcage. It's dangerous, but Taylor carries her power late into fights: it's ESSENTIAL that I tap her gas tank each and every round. I think this fight will be won in the 8th, 9th and 10th rounds, and I want to make sure that I'm the girl coming forward and punching hard at that point." Cole scoffing at the notion of Bell being the fresher beauty late in the upcoming battle. "This sport has changed so much in the last year and a half," says confident Cole in rebuttal. "In every weight class, all across the sport - girls like me are uprooting and battering girls like Bell to the sidelines. Stacy's in control of the welters - Lilly's cleaned up Connelly - I've chased Jenny O'Dell out of the FCBA altogether. Think about it - Jenny knew that sticking around meant taking beatings from me, and she couldn't face it. Cat's braver, but the end result will be same. They call Kaley Cuoco the 'Cougar Hunter' - but I really think that title belongs to me. I've already effectively retired one aging champ, and after this fight, I'll have added a hall of famer to the list!" Cat in electric blue bikini; shoulder length hair; small white work out gloves. Taylor in pink lace push up, white bikini bottoms with large pink polkadots; small white work out gloves; low puncher's ponytail.

During R1: Cat legging away from pressure, covering up and taking big spank on her arms and flanks as Cole bulls forward. Midway through, Cat rolls to take Taylor's right hand in the left side, then comes back a jagged right uppercut to SIT TAYLOR DOWN! Cole clipped clean - both feet scooting forward as her chin's picked up - she sits down all blinking and shocked: Bell jogging business like (Jugs? Jumpin') to neutral corner. Cranky 8, Taylor - Bell loping back in, lashing a thick right/left loud to waist to keep Cole's back against ropes. Taylor: face in mitts, elbows tight to body. Cat: BELTING away - big, strapping rights and lefts shivering off flanks and hips, then she sets down and rips left uppercuts off her front (left) foot, digging at paunch and sternum. Small mitts skidding off Taylor's guard, beating her ribcage - she's suffering, sponging it up. Down the stretch - TAYLOR TAKES A KNEE! Crowd roaring at the unexpected collapse - Taylor blinking back how-could-you tears, mouth wide open and gulping for air: Bell strutting away, eyes hard, sends a big, bad message in a 10-7 first.

R2: Wide stance Cat, stiff jabs - she's pushing off the back (right) big toe. Taylor still hurt, tentative - weight on back foot, dukes up to parry the incoming. Bell patient - spotting her jab up top, then down to midsection - stepping left to make kid move her feet. Cat picking spots to come in off her jab, strap a fat right/left thick to waist, then jab as she steps out at an angle - classic Bell break-down techniques. Taylor not doing much - turning, staying compact, fronting into punishment: she's wobbly butt, rattled, outclassed through 2.

R3: Cat pops jabs, steps left, eyes stern as she controls her foe midring. Cole keeping dukes up, slipping side to side tic-toc fashion - she's still very hesitant to let her hands go. Bell steppin', pokin', looking for spots she can step in and whack the body - easy breezy shutout rounds piling up points for the hall-of-famer.

R4: Taylor getting her legs back - she starts to come forward with more purpose this round. Bell still putting stiff poke on Taylor, but now taking the odd jab in return: Cole no longer conceding the punch to Bell. Cat dropping a blunt right hand up top, then hooking Taylor in her ribs, sidestepping left after scoring: Cole absorbing, pawing her own jab to locate, then stepping into a vicious right hand to Bell's upper chest. These are thumping, heavy blasts - Taylor stepping in off her jab, leading with her right shoulder, then plowing her right hand palm-down into Cat's breastplate. Bell's eyes widen in alarm - she can't hold her stance together, getting punched backwards as Cole pours in. Taylor imposing will as round goes on - landing that slanting right to upper torso, or down into sternum: either way, Cat's not enjoying it.

R5: Cat still circling left, still pumping the jab, still trying rights up top and firm, digging hooks downstairs - but Taylor's coming forward with increasing authority. Taylor blocking Cat's right hand up top, receiving the body shot without complaint, then stepping into Cat's torso with those crunching palm-down rights. Bell backing up is vulnerable to follow on hooks up top - Taylor able to step-with and collect extra punches as Cat staggers for new balance points. Bell gambling in spots for respect - dipping her head low and driving a right hand to Taylor's midsection, then hooking her mouth: Cole soaking it up, clubbing back crudely, but effectively to Bell's arms and skull to maintain initiative.

R6: Taylor pawing her jab, committing on bone-crunching right hands straight into the body, then coming forward as Bell vacates the space. Bell hounded to ropes - eyes harried, lips parted: she collects gloves at her mouth, keeps elbows in, digs in at the apron. Taylor squares away, mitts at her lips, elbows in: mouthwatering, tight toe-to-toe results as Cole looks to reduce Cat at ropes. Gorgeous, brutal, attrition - Taylor dipping tic-toc to either side, clubbing away on Cat's arms, flanks, temples and jaw - Cole's elbows in as she's just hacking and chopping her shots very, very short. Cat answering back in kind - elbows in, dipping side to side, pelting away with compact clout. Both women working short little uppercuts from the compact guards, clipping and scraping at each other's chins and faces. Bell: Cat's reeling, open-mouthed, eyelashes batting - she's humming with punishment as brawny youngster looks her over hungry.

R7,8,9: Grim, long minutes for Cat Bell: Taylor's walking her down behind the pawing jab, plowing that vicious straight right to chest, breast and rib, driving Bell ever-backward to ropes. Grueling toe-to-toe exchanges - both girls adopting the same mitts-on-lips/elbows-in stance - dipping, tilting and twisting to generate leverage with hips, backs and legs on short shots. Shoulder-to-shoulder combat - vicious rips taking choice cuts of tummy, rib, jug, bicep - Cat competing her heart out, but under siege every minute of every round. Cole with position - she's got top position on the ropes, suffocating Cat with a constant stream of snatching, clubbing blows. Cole's short, dip-n'-rip uppercuts starting to harm and stun Cat - Taylor determined to break down Bell's guard. Cole's will awesome to behold - she's getting clipped some fierce and desperate blows, but Taylor won't give an inch: every Cat Bell aggression results in massive, bashing reprisals. After 9 - Syren's blinking back tears: Cat's in tatters on her stool - everything she had, she's left out in the ring. Heads in close to prevent microphones from picking up the heated whispers, trainer and fighter are obviously arguing hot and furious about whether Bell should come out for the 10th.

10: Bell's off her stool - listing badly to her right as she slops forward, face a busted mess, chest and ribs glowing pink, eyes turning a cool shade of plum. Cole scuffed up and looking well chewed herself - but she's bright eyed, strong legged - stomping across the ring to engage Cat yet again. Bell taken to ropes - ref leaning in close: he'll stop this thing if Cat starts to ship it sick. BELL WON'T HAVE IT! Cat out on her feet, butt in ropes, but she's slugging right hands to Taylor's midsection, trading hooks on the chin as Cole pushes to the attack. Savage brutality - a young woman trying to end a legend's career; a legend determined to finish the fight and show defiance to the end. Bell: Taylor still slamming away - beating at Cat's chest, biceps, ribs in mindless side-to-side slogging - pulping Cat, pulverizing her. Bell open mouthed, reeling, but slapping back at Taylor's face and breasts - refusing to clinch - denying Cole satisfaction. Syren screaming for ref to get in there as she rushes the ring - seething Cole pulled off as bedlam reigns. Comes back UD10 - Taylor Cole.

After: Cat collapsing in her corner, then quickly stretcher-mounted and hustled from the ring: badly, badly beaten tonight as a result of Cat's insistence on going the route. Cole busted up, but pounding her chest in triumph - she hammered Cat tummy to tummy as promised and came away the better vixen on the night. "Bell's finished," Cole exults, eyes shining at the thought of broken Cat. "My fists - Taylor Cole - I ruined Catherine Bell in this ring tonight."


Sim Guy

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