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Post by Archer on Jan 29, 2020 9:27:52 GMT -6
17 SEPTEMBER 2005 TITLE CH JENNY O'DELL VS ALI LANDRY
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by Simguy on 9/17/2005, 9:31 am
Before: Fascinating to see these torment each other. For years, Jenny was the spurned underdog, always nipping at Ali’s heels, always snubbed and neglected by the haughty pageant princess—she’s on the other foot now that Jenny’s got the belts. And she’s milking every moment of it.
“Your perspective changes once you’re champion,” Jenny explains, tongue firmly in cheek, belts layered in front of her on the dais. “I was obsessed with Ali for years, but now I see her for what she truly is: a sideshow. It’s crucial for me to retain my titles to keep the pressure on the Krusers—when Natalie Portman removes Jessica Simpson from the board, Bell Sports Entertainment will have the Krushers in a pocket and THAT’S the main thing here. See? You don’t have that kind of strategic perspective when you’re just another girl fighting for table scraps, Like Ali is now.”
Words cutting into Ali’s psyche like bullwhip lashes—she’s hating the thought of Jenny on the throne. “I’ve beaten this little tramp in wrestling matches all over this country, Landry huffs, nostrils flaring. “I’ve battered and dominated her, and to see her strutting now makes me physically ill. Let me tell you all how this is going to go. I’m going to take ownership of Jenny O’Dell in this fight. I’ll teach her ignorant body who its master really is—I’m going to make her quit downstairs, and then I’m going to work her over up top. Theron exposed this sl*t for the two bit hustler she really is—now I’LL make a statement Jenny will never forget.”
Springer-like security ready t jump in during photo-spots. Jenny’s twinkling eyes and vexing little grin agitating Ali intolerably—buxom brunette positively wriggling to get her hands on O’Dell! Jenny in heroic white lace push up, baby blue bottoms—Ali in golden bikini.
R1: HUGE right hand to the pit of Jenny’s tummy. BLOCKBUSTER right upside Ali’s head! SHATTERING hooks traded midring! Right hand on the chin swivel’s Jenny’s head—Ali steps in close, turns on a super-short hook ti chin and DROPS JENNY TO HER BACK! Ali storming forward, trampling tanned blonde good underfoot—poor Jenny groaning, cuddling herself on her side as ref sorts seething Landry out a the far ropes. Jenny up at 8 and she WADES into Ali off the ropes. HAMMER AND TONG! Girls settle into mouth0on-shoulder, hands loose and low, and they are just SWAPPING big time body leather. OH THE JUIG! Girls taking turns in tight, arching backs and hoisting big, booming right uppercuts into overhanging ledges of jug—busting each other thick to rack. Savage, reefing hooks spanking off hip/rib in behind the elbow, buckling either set of knees. Girls open mouthed, breathes—they’ actually leaning on one another for support at the bell as TORRID two way punishment takes a fearful toll!
R2: Jenny pushes into Ali, walks her to the ropes, sets up on her. Jenny using her head to grind, her shoulders to bump, she wants in there, keeping the action close and sweaty. Ali: right hand under her chin, left across her gut, using her let shoulder to nudge Jenny off, but blonde won’t be finessed. Big, bell to bell beat down, O’Dell—Jenny plated strong, bodying up Ali repeatedly into the ropes to keep her pinned and systematically HAVING Landry downstairs. Spanking clout applied above either Landry hip; ribs bashed, paunch cuffed and yes; Jenny’s taking all the rack she can handle in there. O’Dell tidying up jug with swiping little lefts; short, up-thrusting rights—just budging and kneading and smudging those hulking mounds. Ali open mouthed, but in the ropes—only when we see her staggering to her corner wobbly butt do we recognize how O’Dell gave her that round.
R3: Ali pushes into Jenny, treats her to a robust, but measured, methodical drubbing. O’Dell reaching in on Ali after soaking up punishment, wrapping up and wrestling Landry’s back to the ropes-now blonde’s on top: pushing. Muscling, working. Jenny slowly draws even in toe-to-toe murky work inside and down the stretch, blonde passes brunette with steady, chugging work. Jenny’s tanned shoulders, rotating, fists digging at Ali’s body like camshafts on steam engine—Landry sitting in strands, fuming, soaking to her torso, O’Dell twisting her shoulders side to side to lug short, squeegee lefts and rights into bulging bounty of Ali’s jug. We haven’t seen golden plunder like this since the Conquistadors took Mexico.
R4: Jenny’s right uppercut; Intercepting Ali on the way in, lifting Landry’s drowsy face up off her gloves, sending her scuttling straight back into the ropes. O’Dell wades in with a fat series of swinging rights and lefts to the breadbasket—poor Ali moaning, buckling forward, then ANSWERING like a champ. Step by step, Landry punches Jenn back, bumping the blonde shoulders and walking her across the ring to press O’Dell to ropes. Crowd roaring aa the girls are in constant contact—damp locks mopping one another’s slick shoulders or glossy jug-tops; mouths carelessly open on shoulders or faces sliding across one another as new positions are sought. They push and struggle and punch, reversing position on the ropes a dozen times as each seeks bully’s advantage inside. Bell: they’re still working, shoulders hunched—short, jerking punches up underneath—ref has to take a hand.
R5: Jenny pushes Ali, walks her to the ropes—pace has slowed, but the heart pounding leverage these girls are getting on shots more than makes up for the deliberate rhythm. Jenny makes a statement this round, stacking li up, smothering her, pinning her down and going to the bod like no woman has ever gone there before. Landry’s face distraught—she’s suffering, turning slowly this way and that, trying to cross arms against her body: it’s like Jenny’s turning Ali on a spit over a roaring fire, just slow-roasting the former champion. Fans of body punching kissing their fingertips MMMWAAH! At the work Jenny’s doing: great, robust shellac—big spanking bashes off arms, ribs, waist. Jenny’s pushing Ali, upsetting her, then shrugging beefy into rack—Ali open mouthed at the ransacking attack, but pitifully unable to respond. Bell to bell Jenny--her weight forward, legs quivering with excitement as she punches: she’s laying down a fight-winning bombardment in the fifth a lot girls could not have weathered.
R6: All shopworn, eyes narrowed in pain—she’s throbbing with hurt, but way too proud to give in: she comes out to contest every inch of canvas with Jenny O’Dell in the sixth. Jenny reaching in under Ali’s arms, chesting her back, but encountering stiff resistance even in walking Landry to ropes Ali’s belly hasn’t quit, Ali’s legs haven’t quit. Ali still wriggling and wrestling up top on with Jenny as girls reverse position along the ropes again Jenny the busier girl, putting punches together, mixing ‘em up head and body, but Al landing the heavier shots. Both girls wallow in jug for long, steamy stretches—magnificent heaving torsos stooped forward, bulging racks hanging down, so vulnerable to swatting clout underneath as girls swap heartless.
R7: Grinding battle of attrition goes on and on and on. Landry’s pride getting the better of her judgement--she hasn’t jabbed much tonight, hasn’t used angles or tried to box for position—she’s just simply engaging Jenny chest to chest and trading ruthlessly with her inside. O’Dell turning the fight into the boxing equivalent of a sauna match: girls always lingering on one another always hugging up or pulling at each other, always there to be hit. Mindless brutality: girls just laying in groggy, taking sullen turns buffeting each other’s plentiful breasts—each whimpering in exhausted outrage in turn as the other is always willing to go further. Bell; they’re still slopping it onto one another—ref tugging slick, brown bodies apart==faces are slack, eye hollow, mouth open.
R8: Jenny pushes into Ali, presses her to ropes: same bludgeoning, sweatshop fighting we’ve seen all night. Landry often closing her eyes as she sits in the ropes, resting her cheek on either Jenny’s shoulder, working with tidy, swatting clouts to Jenny’s ribs and jugs in close. O’Dell’s seen this stuff from Carpenter in sparring: it’s hurting her and it’s effective, but she’s simply overworking Ali, answering 2-for-1 ad landing the last, hardest clout in any exchange. Jenny doing the pushing and bullying—stacking Ali up, rotating shoulders to put lefts and rights into straining pageant belly. Jenny jerking repeat right hands up into Ali’s rack, feeling the fiht ooze out of those championship legs and proud body. Ali smeared, belted this round—Jenny shrugging off Landry’s punches now and more or less staying on top at the ropes most of the 8th.
R9: Similar to the seventh—Ali’s back to the ropes, Ali Feeling Jenny’s weight pressed upon her—Landry trying to muscle O’Dell off, but more and more Jenny’s able to stay atop her foe. Jenny waned for reaching past Ali and holding onto the ropes to anchor her attack while hemming Landry in—Jenny obeying momentarily, then going right back to doing whatever she feels is necessary to retain the upper hand. And jug: constant, relentless jug-mugging—Jenny to Ali—it’s clearly been a part of the blonde fight plan from the first bell tonight. Ali threadbare, clinching a lot, cuffing sullenly at Jenny’s breasts—Landry looking used and haggard after 9 rounds of Jenny.
R10: Jenny pushes in, walks Ali to ropes, puts a belly on her—poor Landry grimacing under the sheer pressure and weight of Jenny. More boy punches-the same systematic, rhythmic pounding Ali’s ribs, arms, waistline have suffered all night. More jug taken more chin-clipping uppercuts in tight—Jenny just pinning her ears back, really putting it on Ali in the final heat. Landry’s movements achy, slow—she covers up earmuff, but can’t hold her hands up against Jenny’s punching. She crosses her arms but she’s numb from the constant hammering, so she goes to clinch and that opens up her breastmeat. Jenny heartless, pouring it to proud Ali and LANDRY WILTS TO HER KNEES! No one punch does it—just a sensual, battering beatdown hip to head finally coaxing Ali to all fours. AND THAT’S IT! Ali shaking her head no, sitting back on exhausted haunches—she’s all used up and it’s KO)10 Jenny in thudding fashion!
After: O’Dell squealing with delight—jumping into the arms of her stablemates—she comes back from a devastating loss to Theron trump Ali yet again, retaining both belts and status in the bargain. Very emotional Landry in defeat—hurting little glances in Jenny’s direction tough to watch as Ali’s doe eyes fill with tears of resentment. “She’s loving this.” Landry sniffs quietly to her trainer as gloves are removed. Ali extraordinarily vulnerable in the aftermath of this setback as Jeri Ryan et al look on: Landry rarely showing this kind of weakness in a stable noted for cutthroat internecine opportunism. O’Dell oblivious to Landry’s torment—blonde hugging and bouncing amidst her stablemates, BSE well positioned against Krusher juggernaut as Jenny holds at welter. “Guess my body’s still ignorant,” Jenny winks in postfight. “Or maybe Ali’s not such a good teacher, after all.” Ouch, Jenny. Ouch.
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Post by Archer on Jan 29, 2020 9:30:02 GMT -6
15 OCTOBER 2005 TITLE CH JENNY O'DELL VS TORRIE WILSON
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by Simguy on 10/15/2005, 10:07 am.
Before: Champ getting her first true big-woman test: Wilson a definitive welter, a former champ and coming off the biggest win of her career over Stacy Keibler, looks to dethrone the usurper. “I’ll expose Jenny O’Dell for the fake she really is,” insists Wilson in prefight. “I look at that skimpy body and I think ‘how the hell is this girl going to take my punches?’”
O’Dell relishing the challenge, knows that beating Torrie goes a long way to establishing welterweight credibility. “Torrie’s a little bigger than me, a little heavier,” Jenny admits, “but I think the media’s making too much of her size advantage. Ask yourself this: Who’s tougher? Who scrappier? Who’s got more heart? Who’s got the best technique? I’ll gladly give up pounds to Torrie, knowing that I’ve got all the other cards in the deck.” Intriguing test—Jenny in punching pink bikini, short ponytail; Torrie in silver/white bikini.
R1: Jenny tossing right hands at Torrie’s head midring: Wilson keeping the left at her temple to block, crouches and packs simultaneous right hands thick to the pit of O’Dell’s stomach. Jenny getting the worst of thumping trade, bumped back to ropes, grimacing from heavy shock landing on her waist. Middle minute all about O’Dell attempting to fight her way off the ropes—savage lefts and rights flung hard to Torrie’s head and shoulders, but challenger’s too brawny: Wilson ducking under it, reaching under Jenny;s arms and bodying her time and again to the ropes. Torrie muscular, palming Jenny b the shoulders, loading up and swinging thick amidships. even bludgeoning fat, illegal forearm smashes across Jenny’s upper back. O’Dell growing sullen, right at cheek, left at gut, trying to stay compact, but big blonde keeps piling into her, upsetting Jenny’s stance. Final minute just Torrie pounding wrecking ball lefts and rights against Jenny: O’Dell’s arms hammered numb; O’Dell’s jugs pancaked. When a jerking right uppercut fits snug to solar plexus—champ sinks sleepily to one knee, eyes a-blinking, mouth open.. Wilson crowing down, beaming heartily—she’s thumping her chest, hooting en route to neutral corner. Jenny reeling, shaking her head: Clearly lolling on ropes and letting Torrie beat her senseless isn’t going to be a winning strategy tonight.
R2: O’Dell shaking off punishment, comes reinvigorated, determined to get those points back. Jenny working behind the jab now—hard, stiff pokes between Torrie’s jugs—O’Dell stepping left, turning the bigger girl, making Wilson move her feet, Jen committed to hard punching—she’s driving in with serious right hands off the jab, ducking down with weight on the front foot, then lurching up to carry the hook thick into Torrie’s ribs, Wilson grunting, but hard to move—she’s soaking uo Jenny’s shots, willing to guzzle 2 or 3 to get one of her own in. Torrie having some middle-minute success, wading into Jenny’s jugs—O’Dell backed up by swinging two-fisted thump, but turning at the ropes to prevent being pinned down. O’Dell wrests control away from Torrie with a spirited brace of jabs while rotating left—Jen able to set down the hardest right hand of the night, turning Torrie’s face sharply starboard. O’Dell finally backing Torrie up, consolidates in Wilson’s jugs—walking barrage of short-shrugging lefts and rights pounds Torrie’s breasts side to side, leaves her breathless at the bell. Jenny’s eyes blazing—she chests up, gets in Torrie’s face: champ leaving no doubt about how combative she’s planning to be tonight.
R3: HAMMER AND TONGS! Torrie loading up and swinging from the hips—she wants Jenny out of there. O’Dell daring the storm, but doing it smart—touching Torrie the jab and leaning in with straighter right hands on the chin, ducking down to let the big shots pass over the top, then collecting lean-away hooks on the chin. Furious early melee ends as a badly chin-chipped Wilson WOBBLES TO ALL FOURS! Torrie open-mouthed, glass-eyed—Jenny exhorting the crowd as she stomps to neutral corner, pink trunks a-jostling,, Tattered 8 Wilson--Jenny pounces on her: O’Dell immediately scoring a robust swinging right off the left (front) foot, then a clanging left off the right foot. Torrie put wobbly butt by face-spank, staring, but showing tremendous strength—she’s still standing AND slugging back, lifting Jenny’s juggs up a ponderous rising left and narrowly missing the chin a blunt right hand. OH THEY SWING AWAY! Jenny in there jip and tuck—moving her upper body as she punches to combine offense and defence. Torrie taking flush on the chin, but too strong to budge—she’s smashing away at Jenny’s arms and flanks in liu of difficult head shots. Bell: both blondes still pitching—ref has to jump in to separate jiggling welterweight beauties, forced to physically walk Jenny back to her corner. Champ fighting as though she’s the CHALLENGER tonight.
R4: Is Torrie punked? Wilson looking a little gunshy—face puffy from countless JOD wallops—Torrie trying to work behind her jab, keep Jenny off her, O’Dell sensing reluctance goes into overdrive: face beautiful/terrifying to behold as she goes all out to erase Torrie. O’Dell lunging in right hands over Torrie’s jab, jumping in hooks to catch Wilson staggering away—Torrie battered and vexed along the ropes as she stumbles to her right. Jenny in savage pursuit, leaving her feet to get at Torrie—it’s wild, but the sheer aggression has Wilson on her heels. Torrie beaten corner to corner along the apron, punches skidding off her eyebrows, temples, shoulders. Firm clouting right hands on the chin knock Torrie’s knees together and she looks to clinch, but Jenny won’ have it: O’Dell ducking her head, rotating her shoulders and POUNDING Torrie to the gut to bump her hips back. Wilson falling part, right arm over the ropes for support: Left hand covers her ear as she TURNS HER BACK TO CRINGE FACE FIRST AGAINST THE ROPES! Jenny SAILS in—crowd screaming—right hands bury THICK into tanned lower back, sending shockwaves through the beef. Torrie’s knees buckling—a let hand caroms off Wilson’s let shoulder; a right pounds between the shoulder blades. Jenny shifts left, leans in close and SHE’S DIGGING RIGHTY TO KIDNEY! Glove landing flar ad moist, pounding over and over to the same area and THE REF STEPS IN! Poor Torrie sobbing, doesn’t want anymore—Monstrous TKO4 for the inner and STILL champ—Jenny O’Dell!
After: Brutish, even barbaric struggle leaves one girl in tatters: Jenny O’Dell delving into the deepest pit of her psyche to come up with this win. “I couldn’t believe how heavy her hands were in the first round,” champ admits, white towel looped around her neck. “She beat me to my knees with BODY SHOTS! I couldn’t believe it, and when I got back to my coner, we knew we had to deny Torrie any more chances. It was risky punching with her, but believe me, it would have been riskier doing anything else. If I’m going to handle these big girls, it’s going to be by beating then t punches, hitting ‘em hard, and not letting up until they go down.. I have to find the punk in these girls or they’re going to roll me over!”
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Post by Archer on Jan 29, 2020 9:32:35 GMT -6
29 OCTOBER 2005 TITLE CH JENNY O'DELL VS NIKKI VISSER
UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on 10/29/2005, 9:44 am.
Before: former beach queens face off in the big leagues—real heart-warming, small-celebs-make-good type story here—you can smell the surf and sand in the air at prefight.
“You know, there was always talk on the beach circuit of a “Super Bowl of the Beach’ between Nikki and myself,” recollects Jenny, but it never really made economic sense. I fought a lot of the Australians when I was on ‘Lost World’ and I feel I know Nikki’s game inside and out. I love the fact that she’s done so well and I just wanted to congratulate her—I know her road’s been every bit as tough as my own.”
Visser backed up on her side by a glaring Anja Coleby—no love lost between Coleby and O’Dell. Who’s savage brawls are legend Down Under. “Jenny THINKS she knows my game,” says bright-eyed Nikki at the podium, “but I’ve sparred hard rounds with Anja and I KNOW I’ve got O’Dell clocked. We’ve got O’Dell clocked. We’ve got a lot of unanswered questions between us that are finally going to get resolved, and I can’t wait t lift her belts!” Tension arising as COLEBY, not Visser, frequently gets in O’Dell’s face and exchanges words—Nikki playing it smart letting Anja bait the fiery Jenny in the weeks leading up. Punching pink bikini for Jenny, short ponytail—royal blue bikini for Nik, white petal pattern around the cleavage.
During R1,2: Jenny taking charge—jabbing out of a tight crouch, working her way in close with swinging right hands to the body. Then beating Nikki up to the ribs and tummy. Visser head-to-head, laying in with Jenny but really soaking it up—Nikki shutting down, lolling on the ropes, just letting O’Dell get of. O’Dell muscular, crisp--reaching in to push at Nikki’s biceps, putting hooks and uppercuts together ,pounding the waist then working up-torso. No secret behind Jenny’s intention: beat that body, steal those legs and make Visser fight a tough-slogging ground war.
R3: Nikki spreads Jenny out of the jab, stepping right, loosening up and extending better on punches. Nice carving right hands from Vik—silky smooth as she twists her torso and pulls ‘em through: Jenny’s chin standing up firmly to stroke as Visser headhunts for points in the third.
R4: Nikki steppin’ laterally, keeping the jab on Jenny, then beating O’Dell to punches as Jen walks in. Visser getting off in brisk three punch sequences, then stepping away—ratatat stuff keeping O’Dell covered up if not doing much damage. Nik also employing her stabbing tummy jab to good effect. Visser attempting to drain Jenny’s tanlk as well, doesn’t want O’Dell muscling up down the stretch.
R5: Jenny cutting off the ring, jabbing hard to Visser’s chest and tummy—Nikki’s back hitting ropes/covering up earmuff. Big banging O’Dell round—Jenny hammering her foe relentlessly along the ropes—she’s shadowing Nik as she slides to the side, pinning her down with stiff stick, then banging her hefty rights and lefts. Flanks take a tanning, jugs a-clubbing, ribs and tummy all dug up.—Jenny constantly at Nikki with aggressive hound-and-pound, Visser’s mouth hanging open, legs stomping jiggly, buttocks wobbling: Jenny rings ‘er up bell to bell, stomps back up upbeat to her corner eager to continue. BSE corner likes what it sees: You’re beating her UP, Jen--just stick with the program” HER butt in the ropes, you beating her bod and arms. She’s wearing down Jenny—just keep scrubbin’!”
R6: Jenny walking Nikki down—Visser using the ring, finding Jenny the jab and landing some serious right hands on advancing O’Dell chin. Nikki nice and relaxed, stepping to spots, walking Jenny in, then slicing that clean right to chin—she’s got O’Dell hurt in the middle minute, stooping forward paralyzed behind her mitts. Lost opportunity—Visser disengages, steps around her jab rather than really taking it to O’Dell—Jenny able to shake off the hurt, regroup in the final minute.
R7: Jenny’s swinging right hand In Visser’s ribs the dominant punch of the round—Nikki grimacing, shying away after contact. Nikki’s flat footed now—reaching in under O’Dell’s arms and bogging down rather than looking to counter-punch—Jenny slowly imposing her will. Jenny coming forward behind a smart, scolding jab, bashing the body, mauling and bumping ruff inside—not pretty, by she’s bullying Visser at the ropes by the bell.
R8: Jenny pouring it on—dishing out a hard, non-stop drubbing along the ropes as Visser wilts to her right. Nikki covered up under fire, not answering back—Jenny’s fists are bouncing off shoulders, skull and ribs with increasing brazen ferocity. Middle minute classic JOD: pushing into Visser to stack her, heave-ho punching amidships, then straightening to catch Nikki uppercuts—poor Visser bludgeoned takes a veteran knee to catch her breath, Shabby 8, Nik—Jenny batting her gloves together as she marches in from the neutral corner to clean up strong to the break. Thick spanking shellack dished put champion to challenger—Visser sullen, lumping up, concerned during the break.
R9: Jenny wants more Nikki: Nikki doesn’t look too anxious to mix it up. O’Dell uptempoing to chase Visser down, doing a nice job with mobile Aussie, stapling the jab to her, directing her to the ropes, then piling in rugged. Jenny warned for casual head-bumping, elbow-nudging, shoulder-shoving—she’s being very rough and physical with Visser. Nonstop cudgeling against Nikki’s chest, biceps and shoulders—thick, tucking lefts and rights fitting in snug behind the elbows steadily wearing Nikki out. Visser open-mouthed, bleak—she’s clinching for ref’s breaks: Jenny pushed back, then wading on in, eager for the work. Bell: Jenny punctuates her dominance with a fat right hand flat to paunch—Visser showing her frustration, whines to the ref rather than getting working-woman’s justice on her own.
R10: Jenny up off her stool hard-eyed, batting gloves together—Visser worn away, no dance left in those once-proud legs. Nikki tagging Jenny a lead right hand on then hoisting a thick left square to jug as if to say “What’s it going to take to back you up?” Jenny walking through everything, club-clouting back right/left to the jaw—elbows up as she jams ‘em in short. Visser beaten back to ropes with a discouraged look—she’s showing supple left and right uppercuts, bending side to side, looking for lightning in a bottle. O’Dell pressure steadily decisive—relentless beating of Nikki’s arms and chest shutting Aussie down—Visser covers up shabby down the stretch, All Jenny, looming over top a crouched Nikki, pounding lefts to hips across the back—dipping right to tuck the right hand up underneath. Visser in a bad way, Coleby shrieking at her “30 SECONDS!...25 SECONDS!...HANG ON NIKKI!—20 SECOBDS!...” Bell: Jenny back straight, helping herself to Aussie jug with short-shrugging lefts and rights—ref bodies hungry champ off as Visser slumps exhausted in the ropes. UD10 wide for the winner and STILL champ—Jenny O’Dell.
After: Badly battered Visser helped to her corner by Anja—Nikki showing real heart in not succumbing to O’Dell’s final-round lambasting. Jenny fresh ‘n sweaty, glorying in decisive victory: she’s settling in nicely atop the charts at 130.
“You know—Nikki LOVES her legs—she pampers them, she dotes on them—going after them was the only key to victory for me tonight. We worked so hard on closing and banging the body for this fight to take away her legs—I wanted to be fighting off Nikki’s chest every second of the bout and I knew I’d use her up if I did that. She’s not typical beach—she’s always had more FCBA friendly style—I think I really got into her head with beach style roughhouse and I bullied her a bit tonight, made her quit up here (taps her temple with a knowing finger).” So what’s next for the ever-more-dominant champ? “You know Aristide has done a great job moving me—whomever we get, I’m sure it will be a great fight for the fans. I have no druthers: the line forms on the right, babe!”
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Post by Archer on Jan 29, 2020 9:35:45 GMT -6
12 NOVEMBER 2005 TITLE CH JENNY O'DELL VS TAYLOR COLE
UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on 11/12/2005, 8:32 am.
Before: “She’s nipping at my heels again!” Jenny banters with reporters in prefight. “This Taylor Cole just won’t go away, Seriously—I was very impressed with Taylor’s KO over Brooke Shields—that’s what’s putting her in this title bout—but I didn’t see much else. We’ve always known Taylor had power, but unless she’s improved all across the board—from conditioning to technique—she’s not going to get by me. God love her for trying though—keeps me on my toes!”
Taylor not enjoying the champ’s high hand—Cole reportedly merciless in training camp as she prepares once again to storm Castle O’Dell. “Not only have I gotten better each time out,” Taylor says in earnest, “but Jenny’s starting to slip (holds up hand to silence the murmurs). Jenny’s a well deserving champ, but she’s doing a lot more holding, more resting, fighting in spots now—she’s not the punch-a-holic she was in her beach prime. Some would say that’s ‘sophistication’, but I’m calling Jenny’s bluff. I think Jenny’s legs are going on her and she’s starting to cheat a bit to compensate. I’m primed to expose Jenny at long last: you’ll see me set a pace she can match and I’ll run this girl into the canvas!” Taylor in red “Summerland” bikini. Jenny in bright baby blue. Unforgiving staredown as girls get nose to nose: neither flinching.
During R1: Taylor right hand at lips, pawing, probing left, then she’s in with brawling overhand rights and clubbing lefts. Jenny covering up temples, bouncing off ropes—champ laying back, letting kid get off brazen Good hounding work—brunette right on her girl, stepping-with along the perimeter, laying down a fierce bombardment to either flank. Cole very muscular to Jenny’s body prepping the blonde with tuff shoulder-bumps, then pounding that paunch tight right/lefts. Jenny with some cuteness late-pulling Taylor’s head down and spinning off the ropes, getting leggy, opening up the canvas—O’Dell just sussing things out as Cole storms ahead on the cards.
R2: Jenny covering up temples, gritting her teeth as Cole hammers away at the flanks: Brunette shelling blonde at the ropes early. Taylor softening Jenny up with diligent body work—brunette dipping shoulders, bouncing fists off taut, tanned abs, munching her way up torso to bump those bulging Jenny-jugs flat. Cole tight n’ tasty with her work, turning her shoulders, all back and legs behind the thumping stroke. Minute mark, Jenny trying to punch her way off the ropes—girls trade right hands and O’Dell’s right leg gives way, toppling her wonky to the ropes. Taylor’s eyes bright—she’s in there close, pounding the short right to the jaw, pounding it again—just blunt force smashing applied as Jenny’s disorganized, loose at Cole’s able to smash through clean to the ribs, jug and jaw. O’Dell clearly hurt, just dig in, grim to weather the storm—Cole squares away, goes through her pattern with thumping vigour. Hooks, uppercuts, crossing—robust body shellack—withering flank work. O’Dell grimacing, hunkering down, takes a tanning as Cole pounds away bell to bell. Taylor stomping back to her corner, nostrils flaring, eyes flashing: THAT’S what she wants to do every minute of this fight.
R3: Taylor rushing Jenny to ropes again: O’Dell spending an AWFUL lot of time with her butt in the strands, sopping up thick wallop. Cole baring her teeth, working hard: ready to position for hands is at her chest—she just tilts side to side, snapping harm off Jenny’s golden brown chassis and limbs. Taylor really scrubbing away multiple right uppercuts, clanging away at the front grill of Jenny’s guard—O’Dell finally clinching to slow things up, walk her girl back to midring for the break. Middle minute-Jenny fade-stepping, ducking under Cole’s punches, then walking her into the clinch, turning her around Jenny’s got Taylor moving her feet, out of position late: blonde starting to knock hard jabs off stubborn brunette skull, finally dictating terms at the bell.
R4: Jenny with smart, tactical clinches, getting down low, then coming up with arms around Taylor’s waist, turning and spinning the brunette. O’Dell picking her spots to paint Taylor sneaky led right hands or spice her up jab, right hand combos—O’Dell showing veteran wiles in draining a little of exuberance out of Cole. Taylor crouching, coming forward, pawing the jab, but getting herself timed—she’s contained, bamboozled, touched up I a stop-and-go fourth.
R5: Jenny comes ou to bang Taylor’s midsection, runs into fierce resistance and it’s brunette bashing blonde all the way to the ropes from midring in savage give and take. O’Dell eyes wide—she’s hitting Taylor some good licks, but Cole just won’t back off: Taylor in a world of her own, eyes hard with bad intentions as she belts away side to side. Jenny slowly covering up temples, sitting in the ropes—Cole able to straighten up, arch her back to lift lefts and right up into Jenny’s lungs and jugs, then scrape away at the guard right uppies, hoping for chin, Breathless Jenny clinching for breaks, mouth oen on Taylor’s shoulder—Cole really pressing in on O’Dell, suffocating her, burdening her at all times—brunette leaving her scent on blonde through 5.
R6: Jenny hooks Taylor’s midsection: Taylor hooks Jenny’s chin and blonde STAGGERS AWAY WOBBLY BUTT! O’Dell desperately hut, palm-pushing out her hands as feet stomp in fence post holes—Taylor waves a pushy left and LUNGES into a go-home right, pancaking Jenny’s right ear to right shoulder and DROPPING CHAMP TO HER BACK! Crowd roaring up out of their seats—that just HAS to be a KO, but JENNY BEATS THE COUNT! O’Dell trembling, badly, badly rocked—gloves at lips she PLEADS with the ref not to stop this thing and ON COMES TAYLOR! OH THE BEAT DOWN! Taylor having her finest moments ever on Jenny, beating blonde waist and ribs with HUH-UH! Grunts—coaxing every ounce of leverage from broad back, long legs. POOR JENNY! OH, she’s sopping it up—face in gloves, tilting forward and back, shock and re-shock as big bombs land amidships. Final minute, Taylor breathing hard, but feeling it, palming Jenny’s shoulders, then stroking on the harm and JENNY CATCHES COLE A-HOOKING! Jen just squeezing in the short shot, turning her shoulder into it and covering up on her right side—COLE staggers away glassy-eyed, suddenly wobbly butt. Jenny attacks: right hand clubs behind Taylor’s head, bludgeoning her sideways to ropes; left catches her in the chest, lays her back on the ropes; right hand drives through the chin, tossing pretty brunette head. Taylor tilting forward—Jenny babystepping backward while lifting short, shrugging lefts and rights up into tummy and tits and TAYLOR GOES DOWN! Cole open mouthed, trembling in shock on all fours—SHE looks out, but bravely beats the count reeling dumbfounded along the ropes. BELL! Both beauties lock-kneed and staggery, staring with groggy resentment—they wobble to respective corners or desperate repairs during the break.
R7: Ramshackle beauties plod to midring—girls stiff, slow—they bump guards, shuffle around each other while leaning forward. Jenny getting off—helping herself to a thick, ponderous left-hook to paunch—liking the beefy spank of it, so taking one more, then guarding up. Cole pushing Jenny, but not really getting off—blonde able to turn her foe, nudge behind her elbows, getting her feet moving again—O’Dell working angles like a veteran. Jenny still sending Taylor open-mouthed and wincing to her corner.
R8: Tired girls lean in again—Jenny landing clouting shirt right in past Taylor’s left wrist—Cole stumble-bumming to her right as Jenny fids jaw. Short right uppercut Jen, then the clouting right overhand—O’Dell in close with her guard, banging away compact, moving Cole with hard punches, Taylor answering back in spots—she’ll step right, plant and walk Jenny’s tummy onto a swinging right/left to hunch big blonde up—Taylor clinching as Jenny falls in, preventing receipts. Murky stuff—Jenny the busier, the more insistent—she’s starting to push Taylor around more and more Cole’s legs look the wearier through it.
R9: Jenny with more smart, short right hands as girls front up with their guards—blonde working over and under with bludgeoning efficiency. Taylor being outworked, pushed and punched around—Jenny getting her body on Cole, smearing her against the ropes for breaks—blonde just breaking her challenger down the way a champ should. Cole still trying those right uppercuts, but Jenny’s barring the door: blonde’s scouted that punch very well, done a nice jab of taking her chin off Taylor’s plate. Workmanlike round Jenny—she’s firming this thing up in the championship minutes.
R10: Taylor with renewed vigour, lays into Jenny’s waist some thick, strapping rights and lefts-O’Dell grimacing, giving ground, misses on right hand counters as she counters as she walks Taylor in, but can’t close the sale. Cole banging Jenny to ropes, then beating the champ shabby—brunette palming, jostling, reaching under Jenny’s arms and chesting—Taylor catching a second wind very late and putting it to O’Dell hard. Jenny laying on the ropes, pulling at Taylor’s arms, tugging her head down—she’s just trying to big Cole down, Middle minute sees very, very good body work from Cole—thick, short bumping rights and lefts—Taylor turning her torso into them, driving flat to ribs and waist—Jenny breathing through pursed lips, stooping forward and giving up jig to Cole’s tender mercies. Down the stretch, Cole really pounding away to rack nearby, loosening Jenny up—blonde opens up to clinch and THERE’S THAT RIGHT really pounding away to rack nicely, loosening Jenny up perfectly and O’DELL SPUTTERS TO HANDS AND KNEES! Cole stopping down to shriek in Jenny’s bruised and puffy face—blonde wobbling, gets to her feet ad reels sideways into far ropes, looping arm round top strand to stay up. Tottering 8, Jenny and ON COMES TAYLOR COLE! Deep breath, Taylor, then she’s digging on Jenny like gangbusters! Oh the jug! Oh the tummy! Oh the chin! Taylor busting Jenny her hardest lick, getting on up in there, lifting Jenny up into ropes with glorious body punching but O’DELL WON’T GO DOWN! Bell: Taylor heaping on extra right hands to Jenny’s helpless gut—ref brunette away by her arms and this thing goes to cards. Lengthy delay, but comes back one point duke—for the winner and NEW welter champeen: TAYLOR COLE!
After: 10th round knockdowns are golden—Jenny took a one point lead into tenth after sterling work down the stretch erased Taylor’s strong start—Cole surges ahead with the late romp to nip belts from trembling blonde waist I a heartbreaker—Cole weepy, triumphant: “Third time’s a charm,” Taylor blubs, wiping happily at her eyes. “I had too much for Jenny—I felt her aging as I pounded her body and I just focused on keeping up the pressure downstairs, This puts me on her level, and it’s just beginning: I’m going to stamp Jenny out. From here-on, it’s beatings for O’Dell until she steps aside for good. She held me down as long as she could, but you know what? The genie out of the bottle now and Jenny’s on the run!”
O’Dell puffy, demoralized, but classy enough to respond, “If Taylor wants to think that I was keeping her down—if that’s what she needs to tell herself to motivate herself—so be it. As for being on my level—she had the best night of her life tonight and barely squeaked by. Even with that late mistake of mine, I felt like the judges gave Taylor way too much credit in a couple of those close rounds—a different panel of officials nd I’d be retaining my belts. I don’t want to sound bitter or take anything away from Taylor—she’s earned this tonight, no question But if she thinks this is the beginning of HER era and the end of mine? She’s sadly, pathetically mistaken.
Archer
1/21/20.
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Post by Bonzo on Jan 29, 2020 10:38:25 GMT -6
Thanks, Archer! Jenny O'Dell's always a guarantee for a great write-up. Thanks for the hard work of digging these up! Especially enjoyed being reminded of Nikki Visser.   |
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Post by nathanshire on Jan 29, 2020 12:34:44 GMT -6
thanks alot
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Post by gbs on Jan 29, 2020 13:54:43 GMT -6
Nikki Visser, definitely need to see more of her.
Wonder what she is doing now?
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Post by Archer on Jan 29, 2020 17:13:53 GMT -6
Glad the stories have been well received it was fun typing them back up. As for Nikki Visser, there are more of her stories out there and I will see what I can do the next time I have free time. Charisma Carpenter as well.
Archer
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Post by gbs on Jan 31, 2020 12:57:57 GMT -6
Charisma too, another of my all time favorites.
Wonder if Nikki and Charisma are still interested in returning to the ring as cougars?
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