Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 7/27/2007, 7:35 am.

Before: “I always wanted to go on the offensive against Neve,” Rachel explains in prefight, “but the decision we made collectively—all the other fighters as well as Mountee management and myself—was to freeze her out instead. It made a lot of sense—I had beaten her and isolated her—it was easy to let her just wither on the vine, so to speak, But when the Neve question came up again, I told the new guys, ‘let me at her!” In my heart, I know I want to break Neve. It’s time to go hard on her and finish her for good and all." Campbell remarkably calm at the dais in the face of McAdams’ threats. “Wow, revisionist history is great isn’t it? Rachel on the OFFENSIVE? From day one this chick has done NOTHING but hide from me and that red and white wall she used to hide behind was perfect cover for her cowardice, Funny how she talks about hoe I’m isolated when she’s the one that’s been hiding for the last several months and I’ve been getting rounds. Still, now that she’s stuck her head up from that slimy little rock, I’ll be happy to stuff her right back under it.” She pauses for a moment to locate Marvin Fox at the back of the room before she continues, “Mr. Fox I’m sorry. You seem like a good guy and I wish  most of Foxfire all the luck in the world, but come fight-night, I’m gonna break your only redhead,”

Rachel in midnight blue crushed velvet bra and panties; white gloves. Neve in burgundy crushed velvet bra and panties; black gloves; shiny black hair in slick French twist. Sidebar: Cuthbert in the Campbell camp reportedly giving Blistering rounds—two rivals setting aside their own considerable animosity in hopes of bringing Rachel low.

During R1: Girls step-to, dukes at temples, leaning in to bump guards: both vixens looking to drum opposition midsection, Rache strong on Neve with big battling right/lefts—then resuming her guard for muscular receipt, Neve scraping the quick left uppercut against Rachel’s guard, then doubling that left down to dig for liver, Hard-thumping give and take slowly sees Rachel back Neve up—McAdams slamming at ribs and waistline, going deliberately at Neve’s thickness. At the bell, Rachel’s cleaning up torso with whacking rights and lefts, scowling as she exhales through pursed lips: Neve grunting on the take, absorbing punishment at the ropes.

R2: Similar approach—direct, ands up, leaning in with heads and guards—this time its Neve working the harder. Campbell touching out of her jab to range-in, dropping the right up top finishing the hook in Rachel’s ribcage: great stout thump sounding out from the body blows, Rache gritting her teeth, banging back in right/left salvoes, but she can’t hold her canvas—steadily retreating as Neve bumps guard, bumps shoulder and gets off. Ropes: Campbell concentrating on fitting her left hook in behind Rachel’s right elbow: McAdams very conscious of brunette intentions, crouching down to deny Neve her sweet spot, Campbell finishes up with a clubbing flurry—landing with the flat of her knuckles against either McAdams bicep at the bell.

R3: Same again, Neve brawnier, more insistent, hammering at her foe’s torso then covering up to resist McAdams’ staunch replies. Neve winning through with vicious lefts to the sternum and paunch—forcing breathy grunts from Rachel, backing her up: McAdams hitting ropes much earlier in the round, forced to dig in. Measured hammer and tongs—nothing wild, but it’s constant, bitter attrition—both women utterly focused on with standing the other, then answering back in brutal kind. Campbell scores her first clean headshots—picking Rachel’s chin up the left uppercut preparatory to digging the hook to liver: McAdams staring a little, falling off the pace as Campbell outworks her. Neve bashing tight round punches against Rachel’s arms as well, determined to break down McAdams’ ability to sustain offensive operations. Bell: Campbell forced glaring hot eye contact, nostrils flaring.

R4: Rachel back and back with a vengeance. Same no frills look—she finds Neve with the jab, hooks Campbell’s pale, firm paunch; hooks her ear, swings the right roundhouse in above Neve’s left hip CHUPP! Girls trade short left uppercuts inside: Neve steps backward. Rache hops in a lead right, wedging it in between Neve’s gloves to score against Campbell’s forehead—then stuffs the left hook flat to paunch. Neve hits ropes panting, unable to match Rachel’s output; auburn-haired vixen puts it to her girl hard and lusty. Shattering stuff—Rachel’s mitts bouncing heavily off Neve’s hard and lusty. Shattering stuff—Rachel’s mitts bouncing heavily off Neve’s head/shoulders/flanks—McAdams resetting on her girl with easy left shoulder in the chest, nudging Campbell into ropes. Bell: both beauties breathing hard, bathed in sweat: McAdams lingers overly long on Neve—Campbell angrily pushing her off—ref intervenes as tempers flare.

R5: OH they bang away. Midring brutality erupts as girls trade digging hooks to stubborn bellies and pain-wracked ribs. Tempo rises as both girls rush to add the second and third punch—each opening herself up to more abuse than she had been. Punches carom off temples and chins, clobbering either lass a step or two sideways, then it’s back on body and hamhanded vigour. Shoulder bumping by both, trying to jostle the other before delivering clout. Close round, but Neve getting the better of it—she’s muscling Rachel around, stepping her back and finding a place for that left hook in behind Rachel’s right elbow, Bell: Neve deposits a right to the belly late; angry reprisal takes Campbell on her shoulder—ref jumps in as girls start to lose it.

R6: Neve forward on Rachel, starting the round with a rambunctious right roundhouse to the flank, paralyzing McAdams, Tuff follow up lefts—short n’jerky—take Rachel in her breasts, then Neve dips down to hook that liver. Groan of pain, Rachel Mac—she’s inching backwards while doubling forward: Neve on top with a big-girl palm shove in the shoulders. Ropes: Neve stepping-to, going at Rachel with brutal simplicity—tidy 3 punch combos shaking Mac. Rache grimacing—left across her tummy, right up near her left cheek: she’s shut down, not answering back, stepping groggy to her right along the ropes as Neve stalks and bangs. Campbell’s eyes going feral—it’s all her, all the time—she’s finally taking everything she ever wanted from Rachel. McAdams creeping along, trying to roll punches, getting battered: Neve strapping it on thick, keeps working Rachel over after the bell. Ref pushes Campbell back, bellowing warnings: Neve looking past him to drink in the sight of woozy, disheveled Rache grabbing the ropes with her right hand to keep her wobbly butt from sitting down.

McAdams/Campbell conc.

Posted by Simguy on 7/27/2007, 7:37 am.

R7: Neve HURTLING across the ring, ringing Rachel up a right wide to the body; right wide to the ear; right wider to the body—beating a startled shout from Mac, Rache hugging her torso, shying to her right: Neve hops, rips Rache a swinging hook concussive off the face. McAdams swooning to ropes, but firming: she’s forced to brawl her heart out, or be finished right here, right now. SAVAGE toe-to-toe—Neve baring her teeth, going all in: Rachel shook and reshook—beaten sideways at times, but forcing herself to answer back rights to the midsections, tight-clouting lefts to chin. Just enough resistance from Rachel as Neve is frequently buffeted off stance, unable to mount a true finishing run. Bell: crowd roaring as Neve shoves Rache upright to the ropes, then beats her breasts a torrid volley of chugging rights and lefts. McAdams legs give a shimmy—eyelashes fluttering in shock as ref once again bundles over-eager brunette away. Neve SEETHING on her stool—straining to look past her trainer into the other corner. Microphone picks Campbell up saying:  “I’m SO beating her kidneys when this is over.”

R8: Mac crouching behind her mitts midring: Neve un leashing, Gruesome thump as Campbell straighten-and-twists, fitting her left hand (palm up) thick in behind Rachel’s right elbow, snug above the hip. Campbell’s right at her chest—she reloads, hooks Rachel’s breadbasket—reloads, hooks the liver: RACHEL TURNS AWAY! McAdams face pinching in agony and RACHEL TAKES A KNEE! Neve screaming “YES!” as ref pushes her back: Mac grimacing, head bowed, cries out: “DAMN-IT!” in disappointment. Ragged 8, Rache—on comes Neve and MAC WON’T HAVE IT! Campbell met by the most furious punches she’s seen yet—forced back by a free-swinging maelstrom of lefts and rights. Rachel able to beat Neve to midring before brunette firms, ducks, answers back a thudding right to paunch: both girls back with hooks, wobbling both sturdy pairs of buttocks, From then on, primordial toe-to-toe—both girls getting hit gobsmacking chinchecks and crippling body blows—feet set wide, they swing away mindless. Bell: nobody’s listening—ref risks life and limb to separate manic beauties, sending both staggering back dazed to respective corners.

R9: Neve hurtles in, driving on Rachel with a tackle about the waist—strong brunette legs stamp redhead all the way back to Foxfire corner with ring-rattling force. Neve in there with her forehead, in there with her shoulders—staying close and compact, working Rachel’s tummy. McAdams open-mouthed, soaking, butt in turnbuckles—her hands rest lightly on Neve’s shoulders, or pull gently at her head, just trying to crowd and tie up. Campbell warned for repeatedly shoulder-blocking, headscrubbing, following through tight hooks with cruel elbow: she’s just beating Rachel raw here. Neve pouring it to McAdams, heart and soul: Campbell stacking up and making Rache take weight every time redhead tries to push her way free. Bad beating, all one way: Neve lingering on Rachel at the bell, cuddling her close and smiling wearily as ref tugs at a strong Campbell right arm.

R10: Neve surging out, misses a right cross as Rachel slips low, answers back the hook: NEVE’S HURT! Campbell taken flush on her chin—torso whipsawing on rubbery legs—stepping in fence post holes, hands low, out to either side, eyes suddenly glassy with don’t-hurt-me shine. Rachel snarling, drives in a right to mouth, misses the hook as NEVE’S GO)ING DOWN! Campbell on her back, arms outstretched—chest starting to heave with emotional weeping as she feels the lights dimming, Agonizing to watch—numbed Neve rolling over to her right hip, fighting her way up, reeling at the ropes all gobsmacked. ON COMES RACHEL! Right/left/right/left/right takes Neve in her stomach, sitting her in ropes, dislodging her mouthpiece in a dribbling track down her chest. Rache bodies up big-girl, stacking Neve upright: Rache pushes Neve’s limp hands down; Rache opens up: Gorgeous, rigid lefts and rights—Rachel’s feet set wide apart, balance shifting from one leg to the other on the spot, shipping shellack! It’s all too much—sustained barrage hammers Neve senseless, finally sending her to all fours in drowsy swoon: Rachel staggering back, mopping brow with her right arm, buttocks shaking with exhaustion as ref barks count. Neve sobbing, reaching for the ropes—SOMEHOW she climbs’em, pulling herself off the canvas to slump against the ropes, begging/threatening ref: “Don’t you stop this—don’t stop it..” Ref waves Rachel back in.

Rights and lefts to the stomach: body stack to to put Neve upright: hellish, hateful beating about the chest and face. Campbell out on her feet, pushing back the odd no-hoper: ringsiders screaming for fight to be stopped and THE REF STEPS IN! Late as it turns out: the bell has rung. Comes back UD10, Neve Campbell.

After: Campbell swaying slightly as decision is announced—she’s still concussed, beaten unrecognizable by Rachel’s savage late round rally. McAdams swelling badly, left arm cradling her body: she stares bleakly at the canvas as the crowd roars its reaction. “I know Neve,” McAdams says in postfight, her eyes beaten to slits, ribs sporting plum-coloured bruises, “and that was the best conditioned, best prepared she’s ever been for a fight. She usually starts to wear down in the midrounds—that’s normally when I start to take the fight away from her, but tonight, she wouldn’t give in. I broke her late—she was out on her feet, nothing left—but the collapse came too late. You can say the ref should have stopped it, I was giving her a terrible beating, but whatever, he didn’t and I lost. it’ll never happen again, but tonight, I have to love with it.” Campbell a battered wreck, but dimly jubilant, gathering herself to make her own postfight comments. “I k new she wouldn’t admit on camera that I dominated her tonight.” Neve says bitterly, “I knew it. She just can’t…Fine, whatever: next time, I’ll stop her—we’ll see how she tries to BS her way out of that. Now that I’ve broken the jinx, Rachel’s finished—I’m reeling her in and the McAdams “mystique” is definitely gone Anyone who had written me off had better buy a new pen. And anyone at Foxfire who’s thinking the heat’s off better think again: anyone who supports Rachel, spars with her, helps her in any way is looking at Neve Campbell retribution, and you girls definitely don’t want any part of this, Look to your own careers and you’ll be just fine.” Pundits questioning whether NEVE wants any part of this—another in a seemingly endless sequence of brutal, draining contests goes Campbell’s way tonight, but at what price? “The fact is, Rachel can afford to fight these fights,” notes one Celebrity Ring fight-scribe, “even lose’em: Neve’s at the point where she can’t pay this kind of price for victory.” Trouble is, looks like both vixens are willing to pay ANY price to lay on this kind of hurt against one another.

Reposted by Archer 11/26/09.