Posted by simguy on 12/8/2007, 8:45 am.

Before: "One more," Neve grins, eyes dancing, holding her index finger up for emphasis. "When I started this, everyone was all "Neve's too old - Rachel's the new Neve - Neve's washed up - Neve's damaged goods." I had to sit through all the fawning as Rachel ran the table during her title reign - a reign that would have been stillborn if I had been given my chance to dethrone her. I was alone when I issued my ultimatum to the Mountees, and everyone laughed - fighters flocked to Rachel's side - everyone wrote me off - but look now, just look at how the tables have turned. Rachel's in ruins - a battered, shabby shadow of her former protected self. The Mountees collapsed under the strain of my attacks, withdrawing the umbrella from Rachel's head. Dani's retired, thanks mostly to the unrelenting punishment she received from me, and the knowledge that more would follow if she didn't recuse herself. Elisha's off licking her wounds, wishing she'd never heard of Rachel McAdams. Every promise that I made in the beginning is coming true now. There's just one little thing left to do, and I can't wait to finish it up." Mac sombre - clearly feeling the strain of being down 3 to 2 - eyes a little haunted, lips a little tight - but she pulls herself together at the podium. "Neve's take on events is pretty imaginative, to say the least," Mac smirks. "But in general terms, she's right. We all underestimated her will to see this thing through. I never really thought she'd ever be a threat to me again - I never thought she'd outlast the Mountees, and Dani, and really, the whole anti-Neve coalition that at one time had her bottled up. She's stayed on me like a pitbull, she's never once wavered, and I have to admire her for that. But enough's enough. I'm turning Neve back in this fight, then I'm breaking her in the one to come. There will be no more underestimating of Neve Campbell. There's only the reduction and ultimate destruction of Neve Campbell left." Neve in burgundy velvet push up and panties; black gloves; hair in scruffy battle bun with dangling curls framing face. Rachel in midnight blue velvet push up and panties, silver/white lace trim; white gloves; auburn hair. Girls touch 'em up, gazes locked.

During R1: Rachel leaning in, weight on front (left) foot - batting away straight-arm licks to Neve's flanks early. Some speculation beforehand that Rachel would box more tonight: no sign of it as Mac steps-to and looks to reduce Neve right away. Campbell frowning, giving ground, drawing elbows in - great strapping whacks shuddering her frame, driving her to ropes. Minute mark - Neve clinches, mouth open on Rachel's shoulder: ref breaks. Rache regroups, chin tucked, jabs Neve's chest, then ropes her a thick right roundhouse to flank, getting back on that body. More tummy taken, more ribs - Neve beaten to ropes where she clinches breathless; ref breaks. That's the way of it - Rachel bringing the fight to Neve, stepping her back, strapping her body, bearing her to ropes. Campbell grumpy, taking it all one way - brazen McAdams shutout has Foxfire lasses up and clapping in the first.

R2: Neve wins initiative with her jab, then establishes position inside. Ready position is left at Rachel's right hip; left at Rachel's right armpit; left shoulder in Rachel's chest; heads close. Neve can pull or push her girl to either side, shoulder-bump for separation and put tidy punches together off the nudge. Smart, tempo-controlling stuff; very heavy, short hooks deposited to Rachel's pale tummy and ribs beneath the right breast; chopping,nasty rights to the ear in the clinch. Rachel bogging down - free-swinging rhythm of the first replaced by grimmer, sweatier bump-n'-slug - Neve positioning and managing her foe very effectively in the second.

R3: Girls hard-eyed, colour high: both have already had a tremendous tummy-workout; both know they have to work their buns off. Rachel jabbing-to-close - still no boxing: she's looking to bat away flanks, tummy and lungs on Neve. Neve eager to please - edging in with her left shoulder, taking whatever she has to, to get her position inside. Neve working bump-n'-punch, grabbing and turning while working over Rachel's paunch and ribs. Truly vicious licks starting to sound out from both torsos - teeth bared as girls commit 100% downstairs. Neve with left shoulder in Rachel's chest doing a good job of steering Rache clockwise, moving redhead's feet, then digging at her waist: Mac grimacing, starting to slow, hanging on more past the halfway mark. Down the stretch, Neve still methodical, but extremely diligent - burying her hook into Rachel, then tying her up, turning her. Final moments, Neve just working her plan fits another cruel hook to Rachel's liver: McAdams groans, face pinched - she steps back, kneels onto her right knee, hugging her body. "YES!" Neve shrieks, and "YES!" again - sight of Rachel breaking down early pumps brunette with fresh vigour.

R4: Neve forcing Rachel into the Foxfire corner: Foxfire trainer pleading with Rache to "BOX!" Campbell on Rachel: cruel, relentless, hamhanded. Mac gritting her teeth, butt on turnbuckle: she's cringing forward, elbows in, sponging up one of the worst rounds of her career. Neve in close with left shoulder locating Rachel's chest - everything keys off that position. Hooks dig and bat at Rachel's vitals - working paunch, liver, ribs with thudding repetition. Nipping little right uppercuts clip the face; chopping little right hands hack in behind the ear, or clout that left eye/temple - Neve quickly transitioning the right hand from a holding posture, to quick-strikes, and back. Rachel's flanks bright pink - blossoming with punishment as Neve beats and beats at stout redhead meat. The bumping, the jostling, the hard punching: dreadful to watch, heartbreaking for Rachel to take - but take it she does. Bell to bell Neve - she pushes off very roughly, ragdolling Rache, shouting: "YOU'RE FINISHED!"

R5: Rachel rallies, surges: Neve forced into HER corner as McAdams sets about Neve with coldblooded fury. Ringing, batting rights and lefts to flanks crumpling Neve forward: brunette's lips parting, eyes squinting shut as she absorbs the best of Rache. Mac smashing away, then pushing Neve upright - all the better to hook at her tummy, or curl punches across the breasts. Neve trying to cover up tight, but Rachel won't have it: Mac pulling Neve's wrists down, pushing her arms out of the way, exposing torso to fresh punishment. Nothing wild here - Rachel's feet are set, hips popping, elbows in - she's punching with majestic leverage, trying to cripple Neve with every shot. Down the stretch, Campbell paralyzed, nearly doubled forward: Rachel riding her right hand at brunette back, hooking and hooking and hooking Neve's throbbing midsection at the bell. Rachel chests up, seething in Campbell's tearstained face - ref pushes 'em apart as Mac won't leave otherwise.

R6: NEVE ANSWERS! Neve rallies off her stool, pushes into Rachel midring, walks her to the Foxfire corner. Brunette squares up on redhead, edging in with the left shoulder, making sure of Rachel before bludgeoning her. Heartless, bashing fare - Neve turning on lefts and rights, systematically smashing at Rachel's biceps, breasts, lungs and tummy. Bumps jostle Rachel, setting her up for savage hooks to liver - Neve just snatching at that spot, her left hand spanking in and bouncing back. Punches starting to bounce off Rachel's face - smacking her head about, stunning her: she's growing limp, unresponsive. Rache carrying the right hand under her chin, left across her throbbing bod, eyes half shut as she dips and leans, trying to distribute the beatdown. Neve pouring it on, pushing and punching, pushing and punching: glorious. Bell: Rachel in stupor, not responding, but strong legs holding her up. Neve mouthbreathing, swaying on the spot near exhaustion herself: she glares into her foe's blinking eyes, searching for quit.

R7: RACHEL! Neve opens a little arm-weary, has to cover up as McAdams trudges forward, belting out a walking barrage of lefts and rights. Neve hits ropes near her corner, bends at the waist, rotates her torso: Rachel squares away, mouth wide open as she pours her reserves into a Neve-busting body assault. Campbell wilting, but alert enough to clinch - she bodies up, walks Rache back to midring for catch-and-release. Campbell gets the jab on track after the minute mark - catching Rache on the way in: Mac's head snapping back, but she comes forward, answering with thick shellack to Neve's tortured waistline. Campbell sobbing for breath, ashen faced: she's hurt, but answering: chopping right stuns Rachel between the eyes, leaving her vulnerable to a pair of tight hooks bounced taut off her liver. Rachel goes wobbly butt, pushing her way forward and burying a right to the pit of Neve's stomach: Campbell buckles, clinching, twisting Rache to ropes and holding her down for ref's break. Agonized redhead stumbles forward down the stretch, wandering into Neve's jab: brunette slide-stepping back, dictating terms, touching her girl. Neve: slidestep back while jabbing, then a sudden blunt right; Rachel's head kicks back, knees wobbling. Neve in over her front foot, brushes Rachel's ear a left, then RIPS the hook to exposed liver. GORGEOUS spanking blast: Rachel's breath pushing out in a wheezing rasp, eyes shutting tight - she cramps up, then sinks down, going to all fours as Neve's loading up an insurance hook. Ref hustles Campbell away, starts counting: Poor Rachel sitting on her haunches, crying, hugging her ribs and SHE CAN'T BEAT THE COUNT! Neve staring from the neutral corner, eyes widening as the count deepens: Campbell sinks to her knees in jubilation the KO7 victrix!

After: Rachel sobbing long after the count, hugging battered ribs, sitting on numb haunches, head bowed. Neve regroups, hugging her trainer, sobbing into his shoulder as her years-long quest to subjugate Rachel McAdams finally comes to fruition. Rachel's body simply giving out after an accumulation of punishment not just from this contest, but from the ones immediately preceding - as savage and uncompromising a war of attrition as we've ever seen.

Gloves removed, Neve pulls Rachel away from her corner by her right wrist, tugging her out for the definitive walk of shame. In each corner, Neve lifts Rachel's right arm to display the ugly plum-coloured bruising in the ribs and tender flesh of the liver - Neve pointing to the devastated area, tapping it with her fingertips. Rachel wincing, cringing from the touch, tears standing in proud eyes: beaten down, stopped and displayed - she's a woman in shock, still trying to come to grips with the magnitude of defeat. Neve helps her to understand in postfight...

"Stay here Rachel, because this concerns you," Neve says briskly as cameras form up, (Neve pulling Rachel-to). "It's over. I've broken Rachel Best Of Seven, and she'll never be the same as a result. She was overinflated, over-protected, and it all caught up to her. She thought she was unbeatable on the inside: I took her apart on the inside, producing her final capitulation with a decisive body attack. I broke this woman's will, then I broke her body, and finally, I broke her heart. She never, ever had the stomach for this fight. With Rachel mopped up, the whole division is opened up to me. I'm going to push for that Britney pay-day - get cashed up again, and then position myself for a title. Evangeline Lilly looks hard right now, but so did Rachel in the beginning - and Evangeline Lilly has never tested herself the way I have, never put herself on the line the way I have. 2008 is going to see the rebirth of Neve Campbell, stronger than ever. And when you look back, you'll see I did it on the cringing wreckage of Rachel McAdams!"

Postfight