Posted by simguy on 12/13/2008, 9:06 am.

Before: Feisty prefights: girls facing off in tank tops for cameras (blue for Neve, red for Jaime) - Pressly pushing or sometimes even slapping Neve away; security on def con 4 as Campbell's not having it. "Why shouldn't I slap Neve?" Jaime says at the podium in answer to press questions. "I see a bytch, I slap her - it's like a reflex. Neve's time at the top has given her a lot of bad habits - I'm here to give her a big ol' dose of reality. In AND out of the ring." Campbell unfazed as usual - focusing on the fight. "Pressly a weird hybrid at bantam," Neve analyzes, "built light, but hitting so hard, the smaller/quicker girls can't handle her. Beef's the answer. I find that if you pound these shifty girls' ribcages, they settle down and do what you want eventually." Neve in baby blue/white horizontal stripe bikini; white gloves; white boxing boots to midcalf with blue tassels. Jaime in red/white horizontal stripe bikini; white gloves; white boxing boots to midcalf with red tassels.

During R1: Jaime: dangling the left arm, right cocked at her chin; left shoulder pointed Neve's way; feet wide, tassels jumping as Jaime slides/steps, feints. Neve: Strong V front - elbows collected above her navel, hands at cheeks - incremental stepping. Pressly's left hand viper-quick - lifting jabs off the thigh to explore Neve's front; gouging hooks to the right of Neve's elbows, biting at beef while Jaime pivots sweetly left. Neve walking through it, tipping forward with her jab or straight right hands - one at a time as she negotiates distance. Midway through, Pressly fade-rolls a Neve one-two; answers back a gorgeous teeth-clacking right uppercut tight off the back (right) foot. Down the stretch - Jaime fixes Neve's location with jabs; lashes Campbell a whippy right roundhouse in above left hip with a loud, leather-on-meat clap. Round to Pressly - Jaime gently warned about straying a little low with her hooks: she's nibbling trunkline in an effort to get outside Neve's V-tip.

R2: Jaime in closed stance, dangling that left hand: she's putting on a clinic in quicks. Little sliding moves away from Neve, walking Campbell onto the jab; rapid, gouging hooks biting at waist as Jaime pretty-pivots left. Jaime body taut, tanned - tassels tossing as she turns Neve, works in and out. Campbell blocking shots, getting outworked, but placing clubbing rights and lefts in Jaime's ribcage on occasion.

R3: Neve cuts off the ring, forces Jaime to ropes via clubbing barrages of lefts and rights to flanks/ribs. Pressly forced to pick hands up, elbows in as she digs in to fight Neve's fight. Grueling stuff: Campbell keeping her left shoulder in against Jaime's raised guard, beating the blonde about her flanks and waist. Pressly absorbing, nipping back: short hammer-drop lefts out of the guard; nifty little six inch right uppercuts from Jaime. Neve pounds out the points, getting beefy as promised through 3.

R4: Midring, Jaime's springy form dictating to Neve's well-balanced, defensive-minded stance. Jaime backing out jabs off her thigh as she slides away, then suddenly ripping the right uppercut (chin)/left hook (waist) combo while pivoting left. Neve rocked early from clean chin checks - she takes it well, but her pursuit is slowed, and she's discouraged from punching. Pressly wheels and deals, feeling her oats: high-flying blonde pastes sturdy brunette bell to bell, gives Neve a bright smile at finish line.

R5: First minute pressure from Neve - touching Jaime's ribs: Pressly's footwork and overall agility take the play away after 60 seconds. 80 seconds in, ding/dong right/left uppercut combo from Jaime splits Neve's mitts, taps her chin, wobbles her butt. Series of gorgeous, gouging hooks bites at Neve's paunch as Jaime hooks-and-pivots 180 degrees around Campbell, catching much of the trunk by accident. Final minute - Jaime potshotting loose n' limber - long, backhand left jab setting up extended right hands - Pressly able to lean in hard, weave away low in her crouch without receipt. Neve's nose bloodied, brows getting scuffed up as Jaime's accurate hands find ways around the V front.

R6: First minute pressure from Neve - more thump applied to arrogant blonde ribs so tanned and firm: Jaime's legs take over from there. Campbell trudging forward, grunting as hooks take her paunch and nimble blonde pivots 'round brunette right flank. Ding-dong right/left uppercuts - Jaime stepping in close, shrugging 'em in off her front (left) foot, then leaning well out of range onto her right leg as Neve's receipting hook sails short. Wide, lashing right roundhouses victimize Neve's left flank - scoring above her hip - Pressly able to lean and twist with these circus shots, then duck low/slide away. Jaime grinning, mocking Neve - tassels bouncing and jinking in time to Pressly's nimble moves.

R7: Neve wins her way forward at cost - munching on robust right uppercuts as Pressly gets off while backing up. Ropes: Jaime fighting off the apron brings elbows in, dukes up, engaging Neve shoulder to shoulder. Campbell immediately more effective - heavy blows bouncing off Jaime's hard waist; short right uppercuts checking Jaime's chin. Pressly clawing back - shoeshining her mitts back and forth across Neve's brows, then covering up as Campbell issues hearty receipts. Jaime indulgent here: there's space for her to spin and escape, but she's laying in, taking turns with Neve in bruising trade. Campbell's round: Neve's weight of shot and strong legged determination decisive.

R8: Jaime Pressly outclasses, takes Neve Campbell apart. First minute ding-dong right/left uppercut puts Neve wobbly butt: Pressly tips to her right, gives Neve an extra right uppie snug n' tight: CAMPBELL'S DOWN! Neve on all fours, blinking in stupor - she's helpless to prevent Jaime from straddling her wide white back and gyrating her hips in celebration. Wonky 8 count Neve - plenty of time left on clock: Jaime gets after wounded prey. Rapid fire combos - Jaime's eyes narrowed, lips pursed as she gets off: Neve's defences shredded as her face is punched raw, body ripped ragged. Campbell hurt and hurt again - spilling sideways along ropes as her legs give way, only to hit a corner and steady herself for pouncing blonde pursuit. Jaime pinning her ears back, letting her hands go - this is gorgeous, ratatat stuff, ringing Neve up hip to head. By the bell, Jaime's just dipping side to side, snatching firm, methodical lefts and rights off Neve's waistline, either side of the collected elbows. Campbell busted up, butt in ropes holding her up: Jaime straightens all fresh n' sweaty, forcing hard eye contact with former champ.

R9: Neve steaming out of port slowly, hands up, buttocks still trembling under her own weight. Jaime having fun - mocking Neve by showing a similar V front, then bouncing away as Campbell gets close. Pressly circling, curling in on Neve - making giant circles with right arm, then poking Neve a left hand between the eyes. Big, lashing right hands with exaggerated wind-ups take Neve in her body, folding her forward - Pressly nimbly pivoting 'round Campbell's right flank as Neve's choking on body shot. Neve constantly reforming her guard, grimly turning to face mobile quarry: long minutes for proud brunette as she suffers Jaime's clowning torment.

R10: Jaime continues at Neve - circling and vexing, then deliberately moving in to engage forehead to forehead. Neve munching on cruel left uppercuts inside, but standing ground: she's answering back on reflex, beating Jaime in her ribs. Bruising two way - both women scoring - Jaime laying in, pushing with Neve, trading tit for tat. Midway through, Neve strokes Jaime a caressing decoy-hook to ear, then doubles down with a monster hook short to Jaime's liver, digging up in behind Pressly's right elbow. Instant grimace of agony, Jaime P - Pressly cringes, hugging herself, backing away and TAKING A KNEE! Campbell striding to neutral corner all business, taking deep breaths: Pressly up gingerly, groaning as she sways at ropes. Hurtin' 8, Jaime P: ON COMES NEVE! Campbell pushing in, reaching under Jaime's arms to body-up, then keeping hips back to work underneath. Gruesome punishment administered: Neve popping hips-right, getting up into Jaime with wrecking-ball hooks and PRESSLY GOES DOWN! Jaime punched up onto her toes - mouthpiece ejected - she absorbs a trio of thudding bodyshots before jacknifing into canvas. Pressly on her left side, hugging her midsection, drawing her knees up as she rocks gently on the spot: KO10 Neve Campbell!

AFTER: Campbell wanders away in a fog - eyes beaten shut, lips swollen, her own tummy and ribs pink from constant Pressly attention - what a comeback for one of boxing's true hardnosed veterans. Pressly well ahead on the cards, clearly the superior fighter in almost all respects: Neve just gutting it out, refusing to accept the facts. "She's stronger than ever, and just as fast as she ever was," a battered Campbell admits in postfight. "Fortunately, she's dumber than a cow's face - and I was banking body shots all along - I knew I was getting to her, even though I was losing rounds. Funny the way things go: one more minute and she'd have given me one of the worst beatings of my career; instead, she gave me maybe the single best moment of my career. I'll always remember putting her down with that liver shot. Always."