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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:14:14 GMT -6
Cat Bell vs Denise Richards
Posted by simguy on 1/7/2005, 8:23 pm
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Denise announcing herself as a full fledged lightweight - nobody steps in slim against Cat Bell if they can help it. D upbeat, confident in prefight. "You hear things," says Richards. "Cat's not taking it to the body as well as she used to, Cat's been dropped in sparring her last few camps - you know. I still think she's cream, but I definitely don't feel I'm overmatched here. I'll give Cat Bell all she wants and then some." Bell respectful as always, brushes aside the gym-gossip. "Girls talk - what're you going to do? All respect to Denise - she's a good, tough fighter, but I actually DO think she's overmatched against me. Physically and technically, I'm the better woman - but that doesn't win the fight for you. I still have to go in there and put the work in. I know Denise doesn't lie down for anybody, so I have to be prepared to take it to her." Denise in tan western motif bikini, blonde hair - Cat in electric blue bikini.
During R1: Textbook, methodical Cat, working behind the jab. Richards kept at arm's length, lifting her guard high to block stick - Bell mixing it up to the chest, but deliberately trying to touch up Denise's eyes early. Second minute - body shots from Cat - great swinging rights flat and loud on tummy, follow up clouting hooks on ear - thudding power loosening Denise up. Final minute payoff - Richards on her heels, now eating jabs flush on her mouth as body shots bring her guard down: clean right hand on the chin sits Denise down at the ropes. Workmanlike stuff - no strutting from Cat as she jogs to the neutral corner - Denise up, brushing off her backside, pursing her lips in disappointment - she nods OK to the ref as he issues the 8.
R2: Denise dukes up, rigid defensive posture, concerned eyes - Bell's power, distance management decisive factors early. Catherine patient, right hand at her cheek - she steps in the jab long to belly, snaps it up top, swivel-pivoting left, keeping the fight mid-ring. Bell showing the right, but using it primarily to get the jagged left uppercut off her front foot - splitting Denise's guard and jamming her chin. Bell looping rights to hip, or tucking them in juicy to gut - typical systematic punishment from the multi-time former champ. Richards proving tough late, landing her first scoring blows of the fight: batting lefts and rights to the flanks as Bell covers up.
R3: Shutout Cat: stepping left, popping jabs, patiently breaking Denise down, dictating terms to her. Cat looking to fight outside - edging in close to park right hands on Denise's ribs or stomach, but restablishing at arm's length. Bell using the left occasionally to pull down D's head, spin her off balance - Cat drawing some warnings for 'manhandling'. Denise creeping forward, guard at her temples, bending forward - Cat adds the grim left hook to the body to the menu, leaning in on front foot and digging in hard behind D's elbow.
R4: Denise spitting jabs out of her high guard - not landing them, but it's messing up Cat's jab and a firm right hand on the chin puts Bell's back to the ropes in early action. Effective pressure Denise - she knuckles up on Bell's shoulders, digs lefts to the body, leans in with her head and elbows to push up on Bell - Cat can't unpin herself. Swarming, clawing stuff from Denise - keeping her body on the taller woman, pushing and punching, working Bell's ribs and midriff, but occasionally clubbing at the ears out wide. Bell stifled, worked over - surprising shutout Denise Richards puts a much needed bounce in her step after 4.
R5: Same again - Bell getting hustled to the ropes where she stands tall, dukes at her temples, elbows in - Richards crowding, pushing, mauling, then punching hamhanded to hips, ribs, tits and ears. Richards showing legit ferocity in there - pushing off then DIGGING multiple left hooks with snarling lips, right hand held high as she cranks away; grunting as she hauls tomohawk rights onto Cat's ear or upperback - Bell twisting and bobbing slightly with the incoming. Back to back shutouts Richards - Bell well protected, but clearly didn't envision spending 6 minutes on her back like this against the smaller vixen. Richards pumped, upbeat, proving she belongs through 5.
R6: Cat POUNDING her jab between Denise's mitts, spanking face with authority, busting Richards up. Bell dropping in rights to the chin and mop-up hooks in the ribs, then pulling down on Richards' head, spinning her, pushing her off - rough veteran stuff from intense Cat. Denise being shelled and bullied, but stubborn - wading through shellack to lick tasty to Bell's flanks, working up-torso to clout jug. Hammer and tongs, Bell taking a tremendous toll and dictating, but Richards competing every step of the way.
R7: Hard one-twos drive Richards to ropes - Cat steely eyed, stepping in with the shots, imposing herself. D butt-in-strands, hands at her temples, bending forward - Cat nibbling a short fish-hook left uppercut, matching it with a scraping right uppy, standing tall, looking D over. Cat just tapping, touching, then leaning in close to slam a SAVAGE hook in behind the elbow. DOWN GOES RICHARDS! Denise in agony, rolling to her back, writhing, feet pushing at canvas as she hugs herself. Ruined Denise can't get off her back - vicious KO7 to the body, Cat Bell.
After: Slow mo replay: D stooped forward - Cat leaning in, right hand gently atop Richard's head, left slinging thick to the ribs, perfectly placed - textbook Bernard Hopkins style execution. Richards recovering and appreciating Bell's artistry - veteran girls shake hands, chat a bit midring amidst the throng, talking it over. "I tried to get up, I really did," Denise assures her fans in postfight. "She just caught me with a perfect body shot - I couldn't shake it off. To me - Cat Bell's still the best out there - seeing her up close, there's no way she's lost a step."
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:18:05 GMT -6
Cat Bell vs Kelly Brook
Posted by simguy on 11/25/2005, 2:44 pm.
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: First Theron/Heigl look to rotate on Cat Bell, now Ryan/Brook? Is there a conspiracy afoot to grind Bell out of boxing with round-the-clock beef? "I wouldn't give these girls that much credit," Bell smirks serenely in prefight. "There's a healthy competition within stables to take on one another's rivals - I don't think it goes much more beyond that. I'm looking forward to the challenge - Kelly's stepped out from Jeri's long shadow and she's a tough test in her own right. I'm just going to fight Brook and worry about the rest of 'em when it's their turn." Kelly robust, confident at the dais - she's champing at the bit to get after her mentor's nemesis. "This fight will be won or lost in Catherine's body," Brook boasts. "I shall take the fight to her torso and make her defend herself: there will be very little in the way of Cat Bell offence in this fight. Jeri has been an admirable mimic for Bell in sparring and I'm confident my toughest fights will have been in our gymnasium: beating Bell is a foregone conclusion." Cat in electric blue bikini - Kelly Brook in hulking hot pink push up and panties.
During R1: Brook very deliberate - right foot up on the big toe, weight planted on the left foot, she switches her hips and licks a ROBUST right hand/left hand loud off Cat's body, sending shockwaves through Bell's frame. Rattled, Bell rallies, answers back in kind - back foot up on the toe, she reaches in with the left hand to prod Kelly's chest, then straps Brook an HELLACIOUS right/left on the breadbasket. Brook pivots 25 degrees to her right, prodding Cat with the knuckles of the measuring left hand then DETONATING that licking right/left off the body. Both women setting strong, then SHELLACKING one another vicious amidships - sensational, ripping blows rarely given or taken with such deliberation. Brook, Bell, Brook, Bell - they just take turns muscling up, belting each other as hard as they possibly can - legs growing rubbery, faces draining gray with shock, mouths lolling open. Final minute, jugs become targets of big, hearty licks - girls just steadying each other with little nudges or palm-ups, then stroking away hefty. Bell: Both girls REELING, staring in astonishment - crowd roaring to it's feet at some of the most unforgiving two way punishment seen all year. Bell's corner concerned, counselling her to box: Brook's corner seems satisfied - they're happy to body swap until one or the other girl goes down.
R2: Brook insistent to Cat's body - stepping in, setting, then swinging away right/left, bringing the mitts back whippy to waist level. Bell groaning, ashen faced, recognizing she's got to make Kelly move her feet, come down off that right big toe - Cat sliding to her right, backhanding out the jab and looking to potshot Kelly's head right hands. Brook walking Cat down, ham-handing her hard amidships, then coming up top with a ringing hook: Bell put wobbly butt, stumbling sideways with a blank look - Kelly crowds in to rush older vixen to ropes. OH THE JUG! Kelly reaping a big fat harvest of rack as Cat lolls hurt on the strands - British babe getting up in there with thick, rising rights and lefts, shrug-mugging away to her heart's content. AND CAT FIGHTS BACK! Bell soaking, looking shabby, suddenly answers a short-swiping hook to dazzle Kelly, putting her backside on high alert. Bell just dipping right, pulling short hooks upside Kelly's head, clubbing Brook to ropes, reversing field on her and CAT WANTS JUG! Bell answering, and answering, with VIGOUR, going to town on Kelly's bulging sacks with clubbing abandon. Brook open-mouthed, gaping at the punishment - Cat in there tight, elbows in, just swiping her mitts back and forth in hardhearted squeegee action. DING! DANG! DONG! Cat's still abusing Kelly - ref has to separate hulking beauties as eyes flash, tempers flare.
R3: Cat finally unpacks her jab, hammering Kelly's face back, startling her. Bell pivoting to her left while dragging the front foot, or stepping all the way out and walking to her right while glaring over her left shoulder - she's turning Kelly constantly now, never letting Brook set. Bell getting short, crunching right hands off her step to the right, hooking Kelly's tummy while rotating left - good heavy blows dazing Brook, breaking her down some. Late the round, both girls jabbing - Cat beats Kelly to a ringing right cross, ducking in underneath Brook's late right hand, then uncoils out of the crouch to pull a luscious left hook fat to Kelly's paunch. Brook lets out a gurgling sigh, cringing, then sinking to one knee - gorgeous two-beat punching gives Cat a strapping 10-8 round.
R4: Cat tries out Kelly's chin, seeing if she's ready to go - several ringing right crosses toss Brook's head aside, chasing her wobbly-butt to ropes. Brook digging in, refusing to go down - Cat palms up, squares away to go mercilessly, relentlessly, and heartlessly to rack. Brook's jugs CLOBBERED - buffetted side to side, walloped and clouted - sturdy pushup CREAKING under the strain. Cat just stroking side to side, beating her way past Brook's limp guard, slopping on the clout. Ref taking a close look - Kelly really soaking it up, then BROOK BANGS BACK! Rousing herself, Brook punches-with and starts ringing Cat up, backing the American to midring under a walking barrage of strapping lefts and rights. Now they're both groggy midring - leaning forward, right feet up on big toes and it's more of that rip-snatching wallop to the body, both ways. Both girls gritting teeth, squinting eyes, taking turns belting each other senseless to worn out ribs and flat tummies. Bell: ref jumps in - both girls ramshackle, shabby with hurt after 4 clanging heats of donnybrook.
R5: They nuzzle in shoulder to shoulder, taking turns bumping each other's bulging hooters, walking each other around. Mindless, shumping work - girls just staggering, keeping constant contact. Cat more mindful to clinch and turn Kelly, trying to keep Brook from setting up shop and swinging with full leverage: Brook just trying to be consistent, getting off like she's got a metronome in her head keeping time and punching on tempo.
R6: More shivering shellack - girls flat footed, laying in with each other, then pushing off for great strapping licks. Bodies sounding out loud and spanky - gloves smashing off taut tummies and throbbing ribs. Jugs under constant threat - girls taking turns digging away, often working out of the wrap to slump the opponent forward into choice hurt. Down the stretch, constant hammer and tongs gets to Cat: all of a sudden her legs give way, her expression changes - she sags to ropes bewildered at the betrayal of her limbs. Bell covers up face-in-gloves, bending forward to show her back: Brook mops up big and strong, taking healthy, healthy strokes at hips, kidney, flanks to the break. Brook crowing, chesting up after the bell: Bell open mouthed, bleak, reliant upon ref to get beefy Brit off her.
R7: Cat Bell boxing. Nothing fancy: pre-emptive jabs startling Brook, lumping up her face, buying Cat space and time; lateral movement, just shuffling footwork to either side, constantly turning Brook; banging, lusty right hands stroking Brook's jaw - Cat pinpointing Kelly's chin this round. Cat allowing Brook to come forward at times, gathering the buxom Brit up, holding her close while sagging into the ropes for ref's breaks. Bell also riding her left arm around Brook's head, casually drawing the Brit's face into Bell's heaving cleavage - nice little murky power-plays on the inside - Cat smothering receipts, bogging Kelly down, taking away her options. Brook shiny-faced, frustrated, whines to ref during break with little effect.
R8: Kelly pouring punches into Cat's body - that same disciplined, well-leveraged attack - strapping licks from a strong stance, twitching the hips into the shots. Bell sobbing under the bombardment, crumpling up - she's clinching now after almost every assault, tieing up rather than trying to win the exchanges. Brook bodying Cat to ropes, making her feel weight before ref can get in there - Brit trying to use every bit of savvy she's learned from Ryan to keep the heat on. Bell's knees buckled repeatedly during the round - she has to ride ropes for support, thereby putting her breasts on sale. Kelly Brook helping herself when she can stack Cat up, reaping rack with short, clubbing lefts and rights, getting her back and shoulders behind the work.
R9: Kelly steadily wearing Cat down, pushing her back, and always, always, banging that body LUSTY. Brook with her weight distributed, back foot up on its toe - she'll knuckle at Cat's biceps or breasts to measure, then PUM! PUM! she'll lick that right/left in. Bell all cramped up, shutting down - all she can do is set her own feet and answer back, but Kelly keeps widening the gap. Peculiar, methodical stuff - girls able to just palm or push each other into position, then strap on body licks: robotic turn-taking has both women reeling, but Brook the happier of the two through 9.
R10: Cat trying to establish midring, swinging from her hips and licking left/rights off Kelly's midsection. Brook answers the challenge - banging back with the same rangy-limbed, up-sweeping delivery, belting her mitts off proud Cat Bell torso-meat and moving Bell back. Again, no one punch does it, but midway through, the accumulation adds up in Cat's legs, causing her to slump at the ropes - Brook squaring away big-girl, pouring it on lusty. Final minute one of the worst of Cat Bell's career as Kelly palms up, braces, then belts away to her heart's content: just a brutal clubbing of Cat's jugs, ribs, tummy to the bell. Ref has to pull Kelly off as she's not letting up: poor Cat sitting in the ropes, ashen faced at what's been done to her tonight. Comes back UD10 by a single point - CAT BELL!
After: Badly worn Brook crestfallen, mouth dropping open at the announcement: she's badly scorched at the decision. Knockdown holds up as the decisive moment of the fight - Brook's one moment of doubt comes back to haunt her as she can't close Cat out late. Bell achy-weary, turns back Jeri Ryan's protege and recognizes the accomplishment. "I'll tell you this: I am HURT to my body right now," Bell grimaces, acknowledging Brook's determined work. "She brought it - no doubt about it - Kelly Brook brought the fight to my doorstep and I'm just glad I was able to withstand her. She actually got a little too singleminded - if she had chin-checked me more consistently, I don't know that I could have taken the punches after she'd worked me over so effectively downstairs. She kind of got locked in on that one track and I think that probably saved me tonight." Brook bitterly disappointed, losing her composure slightly in the aftermath. "Pure politics," bruised Brit lashes out. "Jeri told me we couldn't win a decision over Cat Bell, but I never would have believed it until now. Anyone could see I was the dominant woman at the end, I was hunting Cat down and battering her. There will be a reckoning for this, mark my words. Cat Bell and TE can't get away with this chicanery forever! Oh, and her breasts?" Brook pauses, raising her eyebrows. "Second rate!"
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:21:22 GMT -6
Catherine Bell vs Shannon Elizabeth
Posted by simguy on 3/25/2006, 9:04 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "I know we have history," Shannon acknowledges in prefight, "but I hope Cat can get past that and accept the fact that I view this fight as nothing other than an extreme honor. I never appreciated fighting Bell in the past, but I do now. Competing against her is a priviledge and I hope to BETTER what I did to her in the past, but do it fair and square. I think I can still knock Cat out, but it won't be cheap and it won't be easy. I'm here to earn victory, not steal it." Bell non-plussed: visions of Elizabeth rampaging in her youth not easily dismissed, but Cat willing to let by gones be by gones...to a point. "Maybe she's changed - I believe she has changed," Cat admits, "but I still owe her a knockout - at LEAST. Shannon's retooled nicely and looks great in the ring, but her ribcage hasn't seriously been tested since Demi took her apart a few years ago. I'm going to go back there and check her out, put some heat on her body and see what develops. Odds are, she'll wilt: she's very slender and I don't think she's built to last. All I can say is, she's going to have to box very, very well to keep me off of her." Bell in electric blue bikini; Shannon in red sport-cut bikini.
During R1: Shannon wide eyed, nervy early, pumping her jab while baring her teeth, stepping to her left. Cat calmly parrying, cutting off the ring - she jabs back at Elizabeth's face, then dips in to lash right/left hard against the waist, backing Shan up with a groan. That's the way of it: Shannon working her jab, looking for angles; Cat methodically taking the angles away, sliding inside and punishing the waist, ribcage with lashing licks, both hands. Workmanlike Bell first: Shannon shiny-bodied early as Cat makes good on prefight promises.
R2: Shannon sticks to her knitting: plenty of stiff, long jabs spotted against the Bell upperchest and face, keeping Cat's weight on her right foot, forced to parry. Elizabeth sidestepping left, now changing direction and walking right while scowling over her left shoulder - she's circling well, has Cat turning defensively midring. Choosy right hands from Elizabeth - long, slinging blasts - Bell able to read and block, but good, wiry pop on these shots: Shannon dialing in, getting her preferred distance and balance as she boxes to a smart shutout.
R3: Cat answers, and answers, with vigour. Bell calm, poised - right hand at her cheek, left at her hip - she's just pawing the left hand, occasionally picking it up to show Shannon the palm, then slap downwards with it - distracting. Bell looking to shoot in, duck down with right hands, then come up out of the crouch with hoisted power to Elizabeth's ribcage. Shannon falling back early, blocking the overhand right, but giving up body to do it as Bell digs in. Down the stretch, Bell jumps in that right from too far out: Shannon times it, fades it and clips Catherine a ringing right uppercut counter. BELL GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Cat reeling upright, blinking S.O.S. with long, stunned eyelashes, world-class gams a-stamping in fence post holes for balance. Elizabeth regroups - eyes like saucers - pouncing with a looping right upside the head and ANOTHER to club Bell to her right, sideways to ropes. Shannon pushing in with her left to Cat's right bicep then CLOCKING Cat the looping right on the cheek: Elizabeth bending wiry into the shot, finishing up very close to Cat, pushing her into ropes. Bell stunned, reaching to clinch - she snuggles up hurt, runs the clock to get out of a disasterous third as Shannon steals points late.
R4: Cat's legs aren't back: Shannon pounces to test the waters. Jabs to mouth set up looping right hand wallops upside the head: Cat sent staggering to ropes once again, curvy legs holding her up as Elizabeth scores ridiculous chin-music. Touchstone corner shrieking "BODY! BODY!" as poor Cat stoops forward earmuffed: Elizabeth responds, arches her back to lick vicious left hooks crank-style up underneath. Thick, wet body shots cripple Bell: Shannon pushing with her right while taking a half step to her right, opening up a festive angle from which to HOOK CAT'S JUGS! OH, the bitter licks Shannon's getting - one, two, three zesty licks spank that hulking cleavage: Cat sputtering in pain and shame, reaches to clinch and EATS SHANNON'S RIGHT UPPERCUT! Bell chin-clipped sits boozily in ropes: Shannon puts the hook on top from her right foot, leans into another right hand which misses over the top, allowing woozy Cat to clinch around the waist. Ref's break: Shannon taking deep, calming breaths - she restablishes balance with her jab, setting her feet to launch straighter right crosses, slinging hooks as she leans in and out. Bell covered up, bending forward and back - she gets out of the round with more clinching and good pocket defence - but it's a big shutout with power, Shannon Elizabeth.
R5: Cat scuffed up: left eye swelling angrily, lower lip fat, ears ringing - she comes out hardhearted to even up the score. Shannon getting tagged overhand rights as Bell times Elizabeth's jab, lunges in close, then works hard underneath off that front foot. Shannon grimacing, forced to fight toe-to-toe and she's getting beat up: Bell using her head and shoulders to butt and bump on the inside, jostling Shannon to ropes. Cat expertly bodying up, pinning Shannon down to prevent escape, then easing out a smidge to continue working BEFORE the ref can issue breaks: Elizabeth subjected to constant attrition as Bell applies weight, then punches, to the problem. Down the stretch, Elizabeth stooping forward - she's in trouble, teeth bared, ribs threatening to quit as CAT POUNDS AWAY! Bell heartless as she looms over crouched prey, riding one palm on Shannon's shoulder to heave away the free hand underneath over and over and over. Left side, right side, left side, right side - Bell just methodically reducing her foe, threatening to put Shan down at the break. Elizabeth achy-groggy, gets splashed ice-water in the face on her stool and receives a vigourous thigh massage as Bell roars back in the fifth.
R6: Cat pressing her attack to Shannon's ribcage - Elizabeth fading behind her jab, walking Bell onto the counter-right uppercut, then TAGGING Cat a looping right on the jaw as Bell backs away. Once, twice, thrice - Bell rejected as she tries to come forward - each time looking a little more ragged as she staggers back to regroup. Midway through, Shannon catching her second wind: this time when she catches Cat the right uppercut - steps and fetches Cat that long, looping forget-me-not right - she follows up - jabbing Bell to ropes. Cat covers up: Shan jabs the guard, then twists to fit a snug left hook sticky to ribs, just in behind Bell's elbow. Cat grunts: Shan tucks that hook in snug again, then eases onto right foot to pull the hook across Cat's temple. Shan eases onto left (front) foot to pull in a clanging short right; headbutts Cat hard - not on her face, but against her gloves to bump her face back, leaving Cat WIDE OPEN FOR THE HOOK! Cat clocked HARD across the chops, lies back stunned and blinking in the ropes! Shannon goes right uppercut; left hook - lashes a wider hook as Cat starts to topple to her left and BELL GOES DOWN! Cat sprawling on her side, then her belly - she gets to all fours, falters, falls onto her face, struggles up again as mouthpiece tumbles off her teeth but it's OVER! Cat can't shake off Shannon's licks: KO6 in upset fashion - Shannon Elizabeth!
After: Elizabeth bursting into emotional tears of jubilation: Cat Bell laid low, battered and stopped fair and square: Shannon enters the elite, proving that she can box top women and stop them on their own terms. "This is so huge for me," Shannon blubbers in postfight, wiping at tears. "I dreamed of outboxing Cat, then stopping her - I trained for that, I lived and breathed that and to see it happen...it's overwhelming." Bell devastated as she's brought around - heartbreaking outcome for boxing's proudest brunette: haunted look in her eyes reminiscent of Kelly Packard when first beaten by Claire Danes; Vanessa Williams when shocked by Halle Berry; Salma Hayek when upset by Jennifer Love Hewitt. Cat sucks it up, gives Shannon a tight-lipped, perfunctory hug of congratulations, but doesn't hang around to visit: Bell on a real rollercoaster this year after having her way with Theron.
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:25:35 GMT -6
Catherine Bell vs Jeri Ryan
Posted by simguy on 4/21/2006, 7:20 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Simple math for Jeri: Cat devastates Charlize; Charlize batters Jeri; Jeri can answer all by hammering Cat. "I've always felt my rivalry with Bell is more intense than the one I have with Theron," Jeri explains. "To be honest, I don't always get up for Charlize as much as I should, and that's what happened last time. I ALWAYS rise to the occasion against Catherine however: of the two of us, I'm not going to be the 'old' fighter once it's over." Bell also aware of Ryan/Bell as a "big-fight" rivalry - in the shadow of Bell/Theron perhaps, but hardly eclipsed by the latter pairing. "In some ways, Jeri has always been more of a challenge for me than Charlize," Bell admits. "Ryan's cold blooded - hard to rile: you can't ruffle her feathers the way we both do Charlize. And that punch - first minute, last minute, whenever - Jeri can always end your night - there's a danger there that's almost unique in the FCBA. Overall, I'm the better boxer, so I always feel that if we're both on, I'm going to prevail, but Jeri will make you work - and hurt - before it's over." Ryan in crimson bikini, Cat in electric blue. White gloves, both vixens.
During R1: Girls swat left hands in acknowledgment, lope into easy, flat-footed stances, dukes up and ready to work. Bell right hand at cheek, left in front of her mouth, elbows in as she creep-steps clockwise. Ryan's left characteristically lower - jab has a rising, backhand quality to it - right hand coiled beneath her chin. Economical footwork both ladies - little slides and shuffles - nothing wasted as they circle, thrust and retreat with the minimum amount of movement. First two minutes spent jousting - hard, sticking jabs flat to jug, stiff to chins, stout to tummies. Down the stretch, Cat fade-steps, catches Jeri reaching her jab to belly - Bell with a cuffing check hook destabilizes Ryan, quickly pounces with a short, jamming right to jaw. Jeri shook - Cat right on top of her - brunette bodying blonde ropes as Ryan's backside trembles queasily, knees locking up. Cat pressing up, then easing that back foot back for licking leverage on body shots - white gloves nipping in vicious beneath both Ryan elbows as Bell salts away the round at the ropes.
R2: More methodical action outside - girls stepping to spots, spearing into hard jabs with bodyweight committed. Faces spank back; breasts give out with sharp, tart, claps. Ryan bending in with a long right hand slanted to Cat's stomach. Bell working her hook to Jeri's chin, finding a home for it over Ryan's relaxed right. As round progresses - women tend to fall in, punch short, and tie up - Bell getting the better of this action as she nips Jeri short left uppercuts or jamming rights, beating Ryan to punches.
R3: They open with that same hard, spearing jabwork - both ladies looking to punish the opponent, not just flap at her. 30 seconds in, spirited two-way poke startles both women, but Jeri's able to drive home a short, blistering right to chin to UNHINGE CATHERINE'S KNEES! Bell bad shook - initially looking to clinch, but buffetted a ringing hook on the teeth to reject her: she covers up earmuff, tilts forward behind her gloves as Ryan squares away midring. Goooood, good body work Jeri Ryan - blonde touching her knuckles against Cat's guard to guage her, then SMOKING that waist rights and lefts. Vicious slashing rips - poor Cat biting down on sobs of anguish as she stumbles forward - Ryan stepping back in good order, letting Cat fall in, then tearing at her without mercy. CAT TAKES A KNEE! Savage stroking too much - Bell drops gasping to her right knee, face blanched from body-shock. Halfway point, Jeri lifts Cat's face off her gloves with a gorgeous left uppercut: Bell's eyebrows high, eyes closed, mouth a saddened, droopy 'o'. Cat wobbly butt, staggers past Jeri to hit ropes face first and DOWN TO HER KNEES! Jeri flashes a rare smile en route to neutral corner: she's got Bell reeling. After 8 - Jeri wades in big-girl as Cat wilts against ropes. Sensational pasting dished out - Jeri's legs wide and firm - she's knuckling Cat's chest to prop up, then pounding away to fact and breasts strong, strapping rights and lefts. No love lost: Jeri's eyes absolutely merciless as she batters her foe senseless with rhythmic shove-n-slugg. DING! DANG! DONG! Bell staring bleak, out on her feet, eyelashes fluttering shut: somehow she refuses to go down, leaving Ryan chest-heaving in frustration.
R4: Cat unable to take the offensive - she shies away to her right, away from Jeri's right hand - prodding Ryan jabs as Jeri stalks to finish. Ryan reaching in jabs to Cat's chest, leaning to slide that long right hand loud against Cat's tummy: Jeri's gambling and Cat makes her pay. Midway through, Bell with a sly counter-hook as she fades back and walks Jeri in - Ryan momentarily stunned, covers up and gives away HER abs on the cheap as Bell immediately closes. Cat pushing her head into Jeri's gloves, walking the blonde back and ROASTING those abs some atrocious licks. Gorgeous slinging left hands, swiping rights spank-n-snatch off taut Ryan midriff - Jeri gurgling as she slumps in ropes, stooping forward to take. Bitter payback - Cat pushing up on Jeri with shoulder/left forearm to set, then ripping hooks to waist. Late the round, Jeri grimly riding it out: Bell treats herself to the overhanging shelf of jugg, getting up in there with rising lefts and rights in tandem at the bell. Pushing and shoving at the break brings the ref in: tempers fraying as both girls start to unacceptable punishment.
R5: Jeri wins the first minute jabbing - dazing Cat with spiteful face-spank, driving Bell to ropes. Cat dukes at temples, stooping forward: Jeri really committing to the body tonight, fighting at distances traditionally reserved for Bell. Jeri with her left shoulder turned into Cat - the better to lean in on Bell and push her up; the better to strap her tummy hooks; the better to club her a short right hand off the shoulder-bump. Cat eventually mirrors the stance - right at her chin, left across her body - alternating shoulder-bumps, pushes and licking power shots as women swap it up toe-to-toe. Jeri's round: both women ship shellack, but Ryan's pinning Cat at the ropes and working her over.
R6: Virtually identical round, only it's Cat winning the first minute with spearing, step-in jabs, forcing Jeri to ropes, then methodically strapping away as Ryan responds toe-to-toe. Hard, sweaty-tousled work in here - girls shouldering each other, twisting hips into cruel, slinging hooks amidships, chopping right hands short to jaws. Wince-making at times - especially when Cat triples up with thick right/left/right routines against Jeri's paunch: poor Ryan just tilting forward, suffering in mute protest as butt sinks into ropes. After 6, both women lumping up something terrible, sagging on stools during respective breaks, drawing on reserves of pride most women can only dream about.
R7: Crippled beauties slouch to midring: hands are lower, mouths open, eyes hooded as they push jabs into another, club right hands, and clinch in a mutual stagger. Ref pushing girls apart - they totter momentarily, then firm up, trudge back in. Second minute, on the approach, Jeri bangs a crunching right over Cat's jaw and BELL'S ROCKED! Catherine paralyzed, drooping forward over her feet - Jeri tags her another right hand behind the ear, picks her up a swinging left in the jugs as Bell flirts with going down. Cat staggering to her right, blinking, shaking her head - Jeri stepping-with and bashing rights over Bell's shoulder, cudgelling Cat to ropes. Cat hits the strands, head whiplashing on limp neck: she covers up, droops forward as Jeri squares away to work. OH THOSE RIGHT HANDS TO THE BODY! Jeri taking a page from Bell's book - riding the left hand on Cat's shoulder to stabilize, while REEFING right hands up underneath. Gut-rocking goodness nearly a fight-winner: gasping Cat able to snuggle up around exhausted Jeri's waist. Mouth-breathing blonde accepts the clinch, swaying groggily in the grasp as she takes a murderous-punching 7th.
R8: Jeri heartlessly, cruelly jabbing Catherine's face: Bell staring into the blows, eyes half shut, just taking her medicine. Cat put wobbly butt just from ramming jabwork alone - Jeri able to body up, chest her rival into ropes, push and maul her, then get back to that waistline with strapping vigour. Cat sobbing, pitching forward - curvy legs holding her up: she's rarely had a woman go to her body with this kind of determination. Jeri singleminded: setting her feet and hips, knuckling at Cat to set, then stroking her thick - white gloves spanking off pinked-up tummy and aching ribs a sight to see. Late the round, Cat's jugs are there for the taking: Jeri swiping 'em side to side, sloshing the hurt to Bell's rack as Cat stoops forward on the take.
R9: More brutal gun-platform jabbing - girls stepping groggily, leaning in with spank, taking turns pounding helpless faces from outside. Midway through, Jeri turns on another plowing right to the side of Cat's face, over a reaching Bell jab - Cat's reeling, out over her feet again as Jeri swings away. Fight-winning right grazes chin, but Jeri gets all of her come-back hook, buffetting Cat upright and sending her staggering to her left. Ryan suffering oxygen debt, but eyes blazing at the sight of shipwrecked Cat - Jeri hounds Cat to ropes, stabilizes her and once again, goes heartlessly to work on her. Jeri propping Cat with the left, smoking her the right; propping right, drifting her left. Bell listing to either side, out on her feet, swooning, but refusing to go down - she takes another brutal face-pasting as exhausted Ryan sloshes groggily away. DING! DANG! DONG! Ryan blurting out "NO!" as Bell reels incoherently, but standing as ref edges in.
R10: Agonizing to watch - both women badly deteriorated, but Bell's in rougher shape - she's the more hurt: Jeri gets on top with that bludgeoning face-spanking jab and moves her girl in stages to ropes. Bell trying to clinch - Jeri won't have it: Ryan doing a masterful jab of shoulder bumping her way into the clear, then working with both dukes in rolling combinations to Cat's trembling paunch. When Ryan can set, it's awesome to behold: poor Cat leaning forward, Jeri touching at her to stabilize, then RIPPING single shot licks evil to ribs and waist. Jugs are SO there for Jeri - Ryan bracing Cat with a little nudge under the chin, then stroking her across the rack, just to let her know who's boss. Ryan plugging away, batting away, lashing away - it's all blonde to the bell as brunette somehow wills herself to cross the finish line standing. Comes back UD10, Jeri Ryan.
After: Devastating war of attrition leaves both beauties swaying in respective corners, groggy and mumbling - but no question Cat the more ill-used on the night. Ryan dishing arguably one of the worst beatings of Bell's career onto the proud brunette and STILL Cat wouldn't submit, even when her own guns had ceased to fire. Brutal action the sort of fight that has pundits and haters buzzing about the decline of BOTH women: much too much punishment for either beauty to be absorbing at this stage of her career.
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:27:50 GMT -6
Cat Bell vs Tricia Helfer
Posted by simguy on 5/6/2006, 12:33 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "Tricia, let me tell you something," Cat smiles at the podium, "there IS no 'next level' after me. Baby, I'm as good as it gets for you, which is your bad luck. You've got a bad case of blonditis - probably caught it from Theron, but whatever - I've got the cure right here (holds up clenched right fist)." TE taking errant HMK comments concerning Cat/Helfer out of context and running with them - Helfer tries a little spin-control at the dais. "I don't think there was ever any serious intention to suggest that Cat Bell is a stepping stone," Helfer says. "If that impression was made, then I am truly sorry, because fighter-to-fighter - I consider Cat to be one of the best, classiest, boxing celebrities working today. That said, Bell HAS obviously slowed down a smidge - especially in her defensive reactions - and I plan to take advantage of that. She represents a tremendous challenge, but she's a hurdle I'm well prepared to leap. And I'm sorry, but she ISN'T the end of the road for me. I'll take what I need from her and move on - and I don't think I need to apologize for that." Tricia in metallic baby blue bikini, white gloves. Cat in white FHM bikini, long black extensions in for the 'wild Cat' look - white gloves. Frosty stare-down between the two - Bell clearly challenged on all fronts by the woman in front of her, taking this fight personally - she touches gloves with an indifferent swipe as she's turning away, leaving Helfer non-plussed.
During R1: Tricia face calm, poised - she prowls to her right all supple, hands out to either side in a gentle gull-wing, elbows in. Helfer's arms very relaxed, hands tracing little circles - when she punches, it's hips-torso-shoulder THEN fist slung around - lashing, licking delivery, silky smooth moves. Jab typically backhanded, sometimes just prod-pushed into Cat - Tricia a master at mixing up speeds, utilizing nuisance brushes to set up the one shot in any sequence she really wants. Bell sussing out the puzzle: chin tucked, elbows in, dukes up - she's stalking, trying to time her jab into Helfer's chest to locate willowy blonde. Cat immediately assessing Helfer's chin as unnattainable: Bell going to slender blonde ribs with heavy right hands off a long-step in. Tricia scoring several caressing hooks alongside Cat's jaw, some penetrating right crosses; Cat welting the Helfer leftside ribs some thumping rights. Helfer with command of the ring, ekes out narrow first round points. Hard eye contact after the bell: grudging respect from both ladies.
R2: Tricia supple, sinewy as she sleeks and prowls her way around the ring. Helfer with a way of just folding forward head-in-gloves, swaying on her hips and riding out Cat's punches - Bell able to bat the shoulders and flanks, but missing her uppercuts and hooks up top against the undulating torso movement. Bell more available for Tricia's punching: Helfer shifting weight to right (back) foot to pull slicing hooks across Cat's chin; shifting to left (front) foot to slosh slinging rights upside the head; getting right-hands-to-belly, strapping-left-hooks-to-cheek type combinations. Tricia's hands generally low, but her movement and unorthodox keeping Cat from taking advantage. Helfer feinting, landing hesitation-punches - Bell frequently bewildered when she's struck - staring, blinking in confusion from blows she's not able to read coming in. Down the stretch, Helfer leaning forward at the waist, slipping Cat's one-two, then answering an oily, slashing hook along the jaw: Bell put wobbly butt, stumbling wide-eyed into ropes - she stoops forward earmuff, momentarily dazzled. Helfer sliding forward, dragging her right hand flat into Cat's tummy; tilting a little to her left, then bending right to clap a lashing hook against Cat's ear; tilting left again and lifting Cat's drowsy face up pretty with a curling, tidy little left uppercut at the bell. Catherine staggering off the ropes, wobbling badly - she felt Tricia's sinuous power this round and both girls know it.
R3: Tricia continuing to outclass Cat - Bell being beaten to position, then beaten to the punch as blonde finds angles, punches that will work on her foe. Helfer's eyes never leaving the target - torso constantly tilting, leaning, swaying; arms loose; fists brushing and prodding at Cat, setting up hard, slinging slash from waist-level. Bell taking a great punch tonight - several times brought up short by hard chin-stroke, but able to guzzle it - she's inching forward, patiently cutting off the ring. Bell landing that right hand in Tricia's flank pretty consistently - it's a toe-hold in the blonde's defenses, something to build on. Midway through, Cat cleans up left flank with a spank right hand, ducks in and down defensively, but oh-by-the-way managing to head butt Tricia on her cheek: Helfer stunned, available for a GUTTING little left uppercut - so short and cruel - flat to solar plexus and TRICIA TAKES A KNEE! Helfer suddenly crippled - lower lip quivering as she pants for breath - perfectly placed body shot has blonde in dire straits: she BARELY beats the count. ON COMES CAT! Bell seizing opportunity, attacks Tricia at the ropes - jabbing in over the blonde's right shoulder, then casually pulling down on Tricia's head with the left hand. Brutal right hands plug into taut Helfer tummy and yummy Helfer ribs - a sumptuous, cudgelling beatdown - Bell hardhearted as she crowds in close, pulls Helfer's head down and works her over stem to stern. Ref barking warnings, slapping at Cat's restraining mitt and finally pushing her back: Bell's chest heaving as she surges back in, eyes ablaze. Poor Tricia! Eyelashes fluttering, lips parted: she's bad hurt, broken to the midsection, stooping forward behind her mitts as Cat gets back to work. Classic no-frills Cat Bell Beat Down: Bell just riding one hand or the other on convenient blonde shoulder, digging amidships with the free mitt - Helfer doubled up, shipping the thumping of a lifetime from her coldblooded tormentress. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Bell a little surprised, then turning away delighted: she's just stopped Tricia Helfer TKO3!
After: Helfer blinking back disappointed tears, protesting the stoppage vigourously as ref tries to soothe her with parental concern - blonde obviously feels she could have continued. "She caught me with a very good body shot," Tricia tells BLONDE! Magazine reps, "Probaby the best single shot I've ever absorbed - but I felt I took it well, got my head together and organized myself at the ropes. She was fouling me and working me over, but I was in control - she wasn't hurting me - I was slipping most of her stuff - and then the guy stops it! I definitely want a rematch - the sooner the better. This was a bogus stoppage and Cat Bell knows it!" Bell serene in victory, vindicated after a tough last few weeks in the media - she's still got the ability to turn back lovely blondes in their primes, and that's all that matters. "Tricia's a wonderful defensive fighter and a sneaky-strong puncher," Cat allows, "but I knew looking at her body that I could get to her downstairs. She doesn't give you much chin, but she likes to torso-weave on flat feet - that means the body will be there, and that's what I focused on. She can call it a lucky shot if she likes, but I caught her exactly the lick I had trained 6 weeks to deliver. We dance again, I'll get it again: I don't see what's going to be different next time, except maybe I'll get her to lie down rather than be rescued by the ref."
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:33:03 GMT -6
Amanda Tapping vs Catherine 'Cat' Bell
Posted by simguy on 9/8/2006, 7:02 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Amanda T dishes on Cat in prefight - blonde bringing to light her side of the story for the first time. "Before Bell signed with TE, we worked some of the same West Coast gyms and sparring pools together," Tapping recalls. "Local promoters wanted to put us together in a gym-smoker and we had that fight signed - but TE bought Cat's contract and threw the fight out because they KNEW I'd handled her whenever we hooked up. Charlize Theron became the tall blonde in Cat's life and I never got another look. I laugh when Charlize is billed as the snooty movie star and Cat gets the label of the hard-working, honest TV celeb - because Bell's been just as - if not MORE - exclusionary than Charlize ever was. She's ducked me for 10 years - waiting for me to get old I guess - but I'll NEVER be too old to give Cat Bell a beating." Bell strangely tense throughout, sensing the other woman's frustration and resentment: common emotions in the FCBA. "I'll give her this," Cat says at the podium, "Amanda's not afraid to be a cliche. I've been blamed for a lot in this sport, but the idea that Amanda - in all her years in the business - couldn't secure another big fight and get something going for herself - that all that is somehow my fault, is laughable. Deals get broken all the time, for a variety of reasons. We never went back to her because yes, after Charlize, my price point went up and a Tapping fight never made sense." So Cat - why now? "I'm not going to kid you," Bell continues, "this is a little bit personal. I was very green when I first came out to LA, and yes, Amanda did get the better of our sparring - initially. And she's never stopped harping on it! She beats me now, I'll take my hat off to her - but I'm not some kid fresh off the bus this time. You're in a fight now Amanda - a real honest-to-God fight - a fight YOU say you've always wanted. I'm sorry, but I'm going to show you - woman to woman - exactly why you never made it big, in or out of the ring." Ouch. Cat in electric blue bikini - Amanda in navy bikini, twist-tied bottoms - white gloves, both vixens.
During R1: Similar rangy textbook stances - right hands tight to cheek, lefts loose, lower, relaxed in constant preparation for jabbing duty. Sliding, just-enough footwork - clockwise off the jab, counterclockwise after a one-two/hook combo. Both girls stepping into their work, getting off, then disengaging - both ranging in around middle and long distance. Bell with a nice little torso weave - nothing exaggerated - just a little twist to the left out over her front foot, then dipping down while swaying back to her right, jabbing into Amanda's chest to keep tabs. Tapping more apt to parry with her raised right mitt, blocking Cat's jab and issuing immediate receipts to mouth. Tactical, classy tall-girl negotiations: Amanda haggling for points as she quietly outboxes Bell midring.
R2: Similar distance-negotiation going on, but Amanda pushing the pace a bit, taking more of the fight to Cat. Stiff blonde jab occupying brunette guard, brushing Cat back: Tapping stepping in on front foot to lambaste the Bell waist right/left, thick n' spanky amidships. As Cat starts to retreat from the body blows, Amanda steps-with, clouting Bell the mop-up hook on the right ear, jamming the straight right (partially blocked) up the middle. Cat running out of ring - final moments see her stand her ground and punch-with: ladies trading crisp, tidy right crosses/hooks - Bell getting neatly banged up in exchange. Break: Amanda relaxes out of her stance and WINKS with a knowing little smirk. Bell turning away without expression, which generally means she's wrankled.
R3: Cat a little stiffer with her jab, denying Amanda canvas now, joining in on the lusty body banging as girls plant on strong left legs to work right/left snapping tic-toc off one another's waistlines and ribcages. Both pivoting with the left foot anchored, and torqueing into muscular hooks to jugg - nothing so frenzied as actual mugging, but distinct, purposeful and hurtful wallops to rack bringing grimaces to the faces of both beauties. Hot tossing downstairs as both girls start to gallop a bit as they lean forward to get some - punching coming more consistently now, tempo creeping up throughout the third as Bell finally beats some backward steps out of Tapping. Break: girls exchange meaningful glances, searching each other's souls for signs of weakness.
R4: Clearly Cat - Bell outclassing Amanda as Tapping loses concentration for some reason. Cat stepping in a spearing jab, knocking back Amanda's head or touching her hard in the body. Cat leaning in the right cross, following up mop up hooks - good muscular extension driving Tapping in orderly retreat as blonde blocks high, maintains her composure. Amanda hard-pressed, scowling as she skirts the perimeter - but she's very poised, keeping her dukes up, blocking a lot of shots if not answering very effectively. Bell doing her best work on Amanda's unprotected flanks - big, batting wallops spanking ribs, shivering Cat's toned arms on contact.
R5: Counterpunching - Amanda T. Tapping sees Cat's aggression, fades it, hooks-with Cat's jab and catches a good portion of Bell's chin to startle brunette in opening moments. Amanda following up with a brace of stiff, targetted jabs on the face, then dropping her hardest right hand off the night on Cat's chin: BELL'S HURT! Cat stepping in fence post holes - crowd shrill at the sight of Bell's rubbery legs: Amanda strong to the body like an old pro as Cat wilts ragged to ropes. Big thumping-thick mop up applied - Tapping laying into Bell with a vengeance - lovely rip-right hands up underneath and lashing lefts round the flank shake Bell, beating her to a seat in the ropes. Cat gritting her teeth, nips and chops back with little left uppercuts and hacking little rights, fighting just enough to keep Amanda honest. Break: Tapping fierce-eyed, knows she's effectively just scored first-blood, sending Bell back to her corner HURTING.
R6: Cat shying away - scoot-stepping to her right, keeping the right hand high - she's just trying to get her legs back. Amanda making all the right reads - sees Cat wants to rest, so ups the pace accordingly. HARD blonde pursuit - Amanda penetrating off her jab to bang that body - rich, robust, rights and left shellacking ribs and waist, winning achy cringe-and-grimace from a beleagured Cat. Bell pinned to ropes time and again, savagely worked up and down her flanks as she covers up - Cat shipping a beatdown, bides her time, then draws Amanda into ragged clinches. Tapping holding her arms immediately out to the side to signify she's being held - veteran bringing the ref in quicker than he otherwise might have issued the break, keeping the pressure on Cat. Bell to bell Amanda - a steady, measured thrashing driving Cat to all four corners along the ropes - Bell as rudely used as we've seen in some time as Tapping PREENS back to her corner all smiles.
R7: Trade in short, chopping right hands; brisk, tight left hooks tidy to chin and TAPPING GOES DOWN! Explosive exchange sends thunderstruck blonde scooting to her backside as brunette strides purposefully to neutral corner: just like that, Bell answers, and answers, with vigour. Momentum sloshes all the way over to the Cat Bell corner as TAPPING is beaten savagely pillar to post - Cat bearing down, planting on that lead leg and just giving Amanda hell. Cat batting the flanks, but more likely to lick uppercuts off the body to clip at Amanda's chin, splitting blonde mitts and doing better damage than did the blonde when positions were reversed. Poor Amanda! Face weary and disappointed as she covers up - torso twisting sulkily to either side, or drooping forward whenever her waist is licked hard. Amanda relying on the block rather than clinching - letting Cat set her feet and pitch with uninterrupted fluidity. Big banging Bell shutout - Cat working up quite the sweat, lips curling back with the effort of muscling up on wilting blonde comp. Break: Cat chests up and gets nose-on-nose with Amanda - Bell clearly hasn't forgotten the ingenue beatings she received from Tapping, forcing Amanda to suffer for them in the seventh.
R8: Amanda just won't go away. Badly thrashed in the 7th - she regroups, stick-and-moves beautifully in the first minute of the 8th to suck the momentum from Cat's attack. Tactical boxing midring - girls narrow-eyed with concentration, each stepping in stiff jabs to chests and mouths, taking turns backing each other up. Amanda separating herself on the strength of a fine counter-right uppercut clipping Cat's chin in the second minute, and a muscular right cross over Cat's left mitt to turn Bell's head in the third. Tapping showing veteran poise and skill in denying Cat a potentially fight-winning clean-up round.
R9: Savvy punch n' clutch from Cat - vixens trading jabs as they edge in, then tieing up - Cat steering Amanda in the clinch until ref's break. Bell slowly able to do more out of the sporadic pace - hooking Amanda to breadbasket while keeping right hand nice and high; startling Amanda a little chop-right hand just before clinching; freeing up a mitt IN the clinch and jamming to Tapping's tummy, or picking her up tidy uppercuts inside. Amanda frowning wearily, getting pushed and walked around, scuffed up, banged up - she's wobbly butt at the bell after Cat is very, very physical with her blonde in the 9th.
R10: Bell's the fresher beauty - Tapping starting to wilt. Amanda dukes up, just cringing forward as Cat spear-jabs the body, then tap-jabs the guard to ease herself back outside. Cat rotating counterclockwise, keeping her distance now to change things up: Tapping waiting her turn, not releasing her hands because she's still thinking in terms of Cat's punch n' clutch. Midway through, Cat tosses Amanda a shifty one-two up top (blocked), then drags a succulent, lanky left hook into Tapping's liver as Amanda's tilting forward behind her mitts. Splash of agony on Amanda's face - Cat's fat-free hooking arm shivering on contact - AND TAPPING GOES DOWN! Amanda folding slowly to hands and knees, then SOBBING back onto her haunches, reaching forward with her hands on the canvas to extend her throbbing torso. Cool look from Cat as she strides past, assessing the damage - she looks up, nods once at Syren even though the count's only at 4. Cat knows hurt when she sees it - Amanda paralyzed on her knees - can't beat the count. KO10 in decisive fashion, Catherine 'Cat' Bell.
After: Amanda distraught, wiping at tears in the aftermath when Cat comes over to the Tapping corner. Amanda's disappointment painfully evident, but she's got the class to acknowledge Bell - two veteran pros exchange cool, but sincere hugs - Cat offering her usual encouraging words to a defeated opponent. "I told her she fought a great fight," Cat says in postfight, "and I told her she would be a much sought-after trainer if she decided to go that way. She reminds me of Terry Farrel - just a consummate professional in the ring - so smart and sharp. I roughed her up in the later rounds because I honestly didn't know if I could outbox her, so I made her take body, pushed her around, wore her down some. That was a perfect body shot to the liver I took her out with - there's absolutely no shame in her going out to that punch." Tractorpull reporter pushing Amanda to confirm retirement rumours - Tapping coy on the topic. "I've had a bunch of offers to train young fighters, but I don't know...I think for the right fights, I'd lace 'em up again. I heard Cat mention Terry Farrel (shrugs - raises eyebrows) you know - that's a possibility. I'd love to box Terry and I KNOW she's itching to get into it with somebody. If I do hang 'em up, I'd like it to be on a win. I really don't want to go out the way I did tonight: Cat's a sweetheart, but I don't want to be dismissed as just another notch on her belt, you know?"
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:34:51 GMT -6
Cat Bell vs Jenny O'Dell
Posted by simguy on 9/23/2006, 12:27 pm
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "We're not enemies," Jen says, frowning as she stares contemplatively at the dais, choosing her words carefully, "but Cat has been deliberately provocative and antagonistic towards me this year. Honestly, I think it's because I'm a threat to her now, and Bell always gets a little aloof when girls become competitive on her level. We're kind of rubbing shoulders at the top of the food chain - there's always going to be tension in a situation like that. She's cranky from those Heigl knockouts, she's feeling pressure from me and some of the other new faces and she doesn't like it. I totally understand where she's coming from, and I do respect her - but I won't be deferential. We're a lot alike in a lot of ways and that's probably creating friction too - I'm just glad we're finally getting an outlet so we can let off some of this steam." Bell with a different take on current events: "Jenny's been openly confrontational and hostile," Cat contends. "When a girl mouths off about one of my fights that doesn't even involve her - I know something's up, and in Jenny's case, I know what it is. It all goes back to that first beating I gave her. We parted friends from that night, but obviously she's never gotten over what I did to her - I mean - I took Jenny apart that night - I dominated her - and that's probably more humiliating to her than a walk of shame, or a corner mounting or even a saddling. I didn't get that at the time, but I recognize it now, and if that's the way it has to be - so be it. I just think it's a little sad that Jenny can't feel good about herself with all she's accomplished - she's dwelling on one setback when she should be celebrating." Cat in bulging white bikini (Aristide ref), white gloves: Jenny in baby blue bikini, white gloves.
During R1: Cat jabs; Jenny hooks, leans into a vicious right hand on the mouth - Bell staggers backward, eyes wide. Jenny snarling, forward with a sweeping overhand right off her left foot - striding her right foot forward and looping the left overtop - Cat swept to ropes by monster walking-barrage early. Jenny piles in: pum-pum-pummelling lefts and rights shake the Bell midsection - Cat open-mouthed, frowning, desperate to tangle-up, but Jenny won't have it. O'Dell squared away, shoulders rotating, arms pumping and thrashing furiously - she's rampaging to Cat Bell guts, Cat Bell jugs and ribs. Bell getting ragdolled at the ropes, abandons her clinch attempts, gritting her teeth and slugging: HAMMER AND TONGS! Bell able to edge her left foot forward just enough to get some leverage - she's clanging away thick-swinging rights flat-n'-spanky amidships, lefts to the ribs, buxom right uppercuts. Jen baring her teeth, pounding Cat's firm waistline right/left - creeping bombardment up-torso takes in the ribcage and jug. Girls come off respective midsections to trade right hands up top and DOWN GOES CAT! Smokin' blast on the chin drops Cat in astonishment to all fours - Jenny hopping away to her left with savage satisfaction in her eyes - she bats her mitts together, nods her head smartly en route to neutral corner. Wobbly-butt 8, Cat Bell: she digs in, earmuffs up, tilts forward to receive Jenny's clean up attempt. CLAMBAKE! Jenny squares away, bats at Bell's flanks shivering straight-arm lefts and rights - and MOUNT BELL ERUPTS! Left uppercut from the crouch takes Jenny under the chin - girls trade thunderous right hands and CAT CRUMPLES HURT TO ROPES! Bell a-swoon, eyes blinking out "I'm hurt" in morse code as JENNY PILES ON! Free-swinging lefts and rights - Jenny in wide stance, ladling on the hurt - Cat's staring, awestruck face buffetted side to side as she wilts, wilts AND BELL GOES DOWN! Cat trembling, weight on right hand and right hip - left hand fumbling in behind her for ropes: Jenny screeching down, apoplectic with berserker fury - ref bodies O'Dell back at the bell as Cat limps into port ROCKED!
R2: Jenny surging off her stool, crunching into Cat's jaw as girls exchange right hands - Bell sent teetering back into ropes, mouth wide open in shock. Jenny back to that gut: thumping rights and lefts - blonde just leaning forward, pumping her arms, beating the breath from Cat Bell's body. Groaning, grimacing Cat: she reaches in behind Jenny's elbows, trying to clinch - but O'Dell won't have it. Muscular shove from Jen ragdolls Cat into ropes - Bell extends arms awkwardly to re-clinch, eats a tangy hook/right cross on the mouth: THERE GO CAT'S LEGS! Bell's knees buckle, then straighten - she stoops forward and TAKES THE LEFT UPPERCUT! Total jailbreak - Jenny POURING herself at Cat full-force: sidearm rights clang against Cat's jaw; hooks clout chin; jugs are buffetted as Bell droops forward, straightening her up in pain. Cat slides to her right, trying to ease the pressure - Jenny widens her hook to catch Cat in the mouth, punching her head back over the top rope and slumping her against ropes again. Back on that body: Jenny PUMPING enthusiastically - blonde chassis humming with slugging tension as she gives Cat her all. Bell loosens up on the ropes, guard crumbling under the body bombardment - Jenny's back on that face, hooks and crosses! Bell's hands fall to her lap - Bell's face pitching to-and-fro, mouth open, eyes fluttering shut and THE REF STEPS IN! Jenny screaming in exultation, hopping away in near hysterics as official cradles spellbound Cat to safety. TKO2 in beach-blitz fashion, Jennifer O'Dell!
After: Cat coaxed to her stool, gingerly sat down and examined - she's all busted up, staring, and when she regains her senses, she buries her face in her hands, hunching over her knees in quiet devastation. No consolation from Jenny, just a hard blonde stare from a jubilant BSE corner before rejoining the celebration - huge JOD victory rewrites the balance of power between these two FCBA dreadnought-class fighters. "She brought up 'the beating' - our first meeting - and it was her way of putting the pressure on me in prefight," Jenny explains, eyes still fierce with triumph. "Well I answered tonight. From now on, the pressure's on HER to respond to what I've done tonight - I've done my part. I've watched Cat grow increasingly methodical this year - she really wants to grind opponents down at her own pace and tempo, so I felt like I needed to gamble, come on strong just like this was a beach fight and 'own my sand', you know? Bell likes to make a statement early in fights too - especially against perceived threats - so I knew I'd be risking getting hurt, but it worked out. Who knows - I think Cat might be a little gunshy from Heigl, and I wouldn't be surprised to see more girls try blitzing her in the first round. It's worth it: if Cat can't prove she can handle pressure up the middle - even lesser girls are going to take a crack at it." VERY cute right shoulder shrug, suggestive raised eyebrows, impish smile - Jenny choosing to twist the knife a little to consolidate her victory in postfight. Gesture not lost on TE girls in attendance: if this thing didn't start out a stable war, it surely is one now!
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Post by Archer on Mar 13, 2017 17:38:30 GMT -6
Cat Bell vs Alana De La Garza
Posted by simguy on 10/20/2006, 7:03 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "I'm not going to judge Alana by how she is with Tricia," Cat says carefully, eyeing De La Garza and associates (Allen, Landry and Scott) with healthy suspicion. "We've all got one or two girls who bring out the worst in us - so I'm not going to hold that against her. From what I've seen, Alana's a strong, technically sound fighter and a class act overall. I'm really starting from scratch in my approach to her, and that's always a disadvantage: I know she's seen more of me than I have of her." Alana pursing her lips, obviously reading things into Cat's words that Bell may or may not have intended. "We all know that Bell called me out because she's looking to showcase," a frosty De La Garza asserts. "Let me tell you something woman to woman, Catherine: nobody showcases on Alana de la Garza. I'm banging you out, you hear me? Stop trying to butter me up, because it won't work. When I tuck into your gut, you're gonna fold up like a Wal-Mart lawn chair. Over and out, baby: over and OUT!" Alana in lavender lace push up and panties, small black gloves. Cat in electric blue bikini, small white gloves.
During R1: HAMMER AND TONGS! Alana sweeping a right over top Cat's first jab, clouting Bell's chin and baby-stepping her sideways; Cat recovering, unleashing a wide right roundhouse to Alana's ribs; both girls extending on long, swinging hooks, clapping respective chins simultaneously. Bell jabbing hard to close, then riding that left hand behind Alana's neck, pulling Latina forward for some brutal, plugging rights amidships. Alana responding with a fusillade of lapping lefts and rights against Cat's lungs: De La Garza's arms almost straight as she hoists ringadingdong punches into Bell's ribs. Bell buckling, lips parting as she sponges the body drubbing, but SHE answers back in kind, beating Alana into a cramped-up earmuff stance as Cat's long arms shiver off proud Latina ribs. Back and forth, back and forth - both girls getting a little ragged as they take turns covering up or dishing to the body. Down the stretch, Alana with her left hand at Cat's right bicep - De La G eases onto her back (right) foot to clip right uppercuts as Bell stoops slightly forward, punching the taste out of Cat's mouth at the bell and probably taking the round as a result. Crowd on it's feet - both women wobbly butt and wide-eyed back to respective corners, bodies humming from extraordinarily vigorous slugging.
R2: Tactical Cat restores order with a long, punishing jab, eyes narrowed as she pierces Alana's defences. De La Garza's beautiful face getting spanked - dark eyes blazing with Latina rage at the touch: Cat businesslike, rotating left, dictating terms with class. De La Garza committed to body punching tonight: several times she jumps in close to bang, only to be wrapped up tight and snuggled for ref's breaks. Cat outboxing, outfoxing her young foe with a workmanlike, shutout second.
R3: Cat's established air superiority via the jab - now she incrementally steps up the pressure on Alana. De La Garza frowning, concerned as Cat backs her up: Bell pitching in hard right crosses off the stick, coming back a triumphant, batting hook in ADLG's flank. Doubled up jab penetrating De La Garza's guard up top, knocking back her head, scuffing her up - Cat staying quick with her poke, not turning the punch over, just dropping it thumb-side-up onto Alana's face. Final minute sees Cat work Alana to the ropes: Bell getting her forehead on ADLG's, getting her left hand on Alana's shoulder as the girls crowd close - Cat's right hand digging, digging, digging paunch with methodical, muscular thrusts. Bell: Alana's blinking back tears - Ashley Scott up on the apron and screaming shrill abuse at Cat; Bell all business back to her corner as she looks like prime Cat through 3.
R4: Alana gambling early, anticipating Cat's jab and countering it with the overhand right; Bell takes a good shot as Alana finds chin. Once again, Bell's grinding consistency the story: jab supressing Alana's offence, disrupting her, keeping her off balance; power right hands threatening Alana even when they don't land; muscular hooks landing repeatedly on the same patch of rib-bone on Alana's right side, bringing stricken winces to her face. Final minute - Cat's on top of Alana at the ropes again, crowding the lithe brunette, stabilizing her with that pesky left hand on the shoulder or 'round back the head while the right hand tucks home to tummy, clips uppercuts to overhanging face.
R5: Cat circles left, stepping-in her educated left hand to partake of Alana's exquisite face. Women in the audience wince in appreciation: this is fine work being done, calculating stuff - they can see how demoralizing it is to Alana to be lumped up this way. Bell extending on her shots, very comfy with her distance - pushing off the ball of the right foot to propel jabs and crosses. Vicious come-back hooks taking Alana in her side, warping her slightly, drawing breathy gasps from her as she backs away. Round finishes up with Alana's butt in the ropes again - Cat on top, scraping and digging away righty. Ref finally warns the former multi-time champ about the ol' hold-and-hit, thanks to Ashley Scott's bleating protestations. Alana's eyes swelling, face busting up - Cat doing bully's work through 5.
R6: Alana regroups, boxes her way into the round with her own sterling jab: Bell catching face-spank for the first time tonight as brunettes sharpshoot at long range. De La Garza working her way in off the stick, getting back to the Bell ribcage with those wonderful, batting lefts and rights shovelled up into the lungs. Shivering contact - Alana's mitts bouncing tic-tac-toe off Cat's torso, backing Bell up - Cat using her footwork to buy a little breathing room. Down the stretch, Alana's stalking Cat, walking her down - De La G keeping her dukes up, chin tucked, looking very professional after a shaky first half.
R7: Cat gambles, choosing to allow Alana inside and banging away on De La Garza's terms in hopes of breaking Latina at her own game.
Oh.
The.
Slugging.
Girls planted in strong stances, hips twitching side to side to generate vicious leverage on either hand. Carving, digging blows gouge at offending sternums, bite into opposing ribs, tear up competing tummies. De La Garza's rapid hup-hup straight-arm bodyblows landing in spanking bursts, beating the breath from Cat's lungs. Bell's torquing hooks, lashing rights cutting in behind either De La Garza elbow draw cries of pain from the willowy brunette. Down the stretch, the girls are tilted forward in stupor - each touching at the other with fingertips or palms before lavishing her an uppercut or hook. At the bell, Cat's done it: she's banged the points out of Alana fighting De La Garza's fight. Syren not TOTALLY on board for Cat's little gambit, but relatively indulgent: "Are you happy?" Syren queries while going in under Cat's right eye with Enswell. "Had your fun? Can we get back to boxing this chick now?"
R8: Neither girl really trusting her legs to lope around much this round: long-armed lasses laying in mouth on shoulder, keeping rights under chins, lefts across tummies. Subtle little bump-n-slug going on, girls using the left shoulder to manage the opponent, locate her for clipping right uppercuts and sexy, swatting hooks. Midway through, Bell does a little half-pivot right, trimming her right uppercut outside-in, catching Alana perfectly. De La Garza's head flings back, mouthpiece fluttering 3 feet into the air as she's put instantly wobbly butt. Poor Alana! De La G covers up face-in-gloves, stumbling forward as Cat LAMBASTES the waistline strapping rights and lefts. Bell sidestepping at the apron, allowing Alana to topple guard-first into ropes - Cat pouncing, getting her forehead on Alana, getting the sneaky left hand in on the girl's shoulder, the better to beat her righty. Cat doesn't scrimp - she's extravagant with the punishment - working Alana over with stuffing rights to breadbasket, carving right uppercuts between the mitts. Give Alana credit: she soaks it, she's still on her feet at the bell - but she's sadly broken down at this point, fighting back tears as Cat gets the better of things once again.
R9: Alana bangs back! No quit in De La Garza - she's snivelling, she's scowling, but she's still competing. Girls engage/disengage, circle, jab for openings - but Alana's always working on edging in close enough to lash her two-handed shellacking up into Bell's ribs. Cat grimacing, retreating to ropes and inducing Alana into clinches: Bell clearly conserving energy, probably forfeiting points to get fresh jump in the 10th.
R10: Jab, jab, jab - Cat completely shuts Alana down midring, poking the brunette into a tight dukes-on-temples guard. Alana stooping forward behind her mitts - Bell starts to explore right uppercuts to the body, left hooks in above the hip in hopes of loosening Latina up. Midway through, De La Garza gasping, form starting to unravel: Bell drives a right cross in between ADLG's mitts, bashing Alana between the eyes and knocking her head back. De La G stunned when Cat's hook CRASHES home - Bell torquing hips-right, pulling the shoulder through the motion to cleave Alana through the chin - SPLASHDOWN DE LA GARZA! Alana sprawling picturesquely on her back, hands wide and above her head - she's all rickety/ramshackle jerking up to a seat and rolling onto her right hip. Tricia Helfer at ringside, directly in Alana's line of sight: Helfer making eye contact with just the hint of a smile, adding to Alana's dismay. Alana beats the count, but she's tragically hurt. De La Garza crying, covers up, sits in the ropes and soaks as Cat Bell wades in to mop up. Nothing fancy - Cat grinding her forehead into Alana's, controlling Alana with the left hand at Latina right shoulder and beating De La Garza relentlessly to her body with those merciless right hands. De La Garza goes the route, crippled and sobbing in the ropes: brutal UD10 Cat Bell.
After: Cat attempting to hug Alana and offer some assitance, but Ashley Scott's shrieking, backed up by scowling Allen and Landry prevent Bell from making any gestures. Ugly tension for a few moments as Cat's quickly backed up by TE regulars - cocked fists, heaving breasts, flashing eyes all around until officials carefully separate rival clans. "Alana fought bravely and well," Cat admits in postfight, looking very much as though she's been in a fight tonight. "She's a hellcat to the ribs, let me tell you - she just goes at you underneath like nothing I've ever seen - I really had to respect her body attack tonight. If there was a difference, I think it was probably my jab. I outboxed her in a lot of spots, and that allowed me to pick and chose when I'd brawl with her - she never really got to set the agenda tonight." Alana weepy, well and truly handled by a harder woman tonight - but it's a good, competitive effort from the woman who may one day be regarded as the finest fighter to ever come out of the Law and Order programme.
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