Posted by simguy on 8/20/2005

Before: Winner take all purse, but Neve wringing concessions from Jewel concerning back end revenue streams and marketing plums - Kilcher forced to her knees at the negotiating table to get hated Campbell back in the ring. "I fought the first fight with ten percent of my arsenal," claims Jewel in prefight. "Seriously, I watch myself fighting so stupidly and I cringe. And I love how she said I was 'lazy'. If that was me fighting lazy, and she STILL went to the hospital, she better pray that I don't come to work this time. This will be a completely different fight: I'll back this girl up and dominate her, and I'll do it smart. Our slogan in camp was 'Campbell must pay', and time is running out for her." Neve glowing at the thought of running up the score on Jewel. "I'll pound my way into her," explains Campbell, "keep her on the ropes and reduce her. It'll be basically the same fight, only much more one-sided - I got into too many trading contests with Jewel last time - I know I can control her better. I'm looking for another knockout, to be honest. Jewel doesn't have the heart to go through this kind of thing all over again." Jewel in navy bandeau with white trim, hard working battle bun - Neve in cerulean blue bikini, slick battle bun. White gloves both beauties.

During R1: Girls edge together midring, Jewel chipping in a little sucker hook as they close - delayed reaction then NEVE GOES DOWN! Crowd screaming in shock - Jewel's first punch has Neve struggling to stay conscious! Heroic act of will for Campbell to fight off the KO, beat the count and sway hurt at the ropes for 8 - she's still shaking her head, working her jaw open and shut when JEWEL STORMS IN! Kilcher unleashed, pours herself at Neve - little shoves in the shoulders setting up RIPPING hooks amidships and behind the elbows. Jewel shifting her feet to get thick right hands off her right foot - left foot actually coming off the canvas as she buries right uppercuts to Neve's body. Carving uppercuts brush Neve back, then titty-stomp - Jewel leaving no stone uncovered in her quest for first round glory. Campbell aswoon, cringing and sagging into ropes, eyes vacant, mouth open. Down the stretch, gutting series of hooks to the body has Neve groaning, cramped up, doubled forward - snarling Jewel digs and DIGS in behind both brunette elbows, pounding away at flank and back to PUT NEVE DOWN! Campbell sobbing on all fours, right hand clutching her kidney - Jewel jogging to neutral corner and crowing - furious blonde bombardment posts Kilcher to a commanding 10-7 first!

R2: More Jewel - Neve still vibrating from the vicious beating she absorbed last round. Kilcher stalking now, calmer, getting her game together. Right hand tight at the temple, left at her cheek, elbows in - Jewel advancing behind the tight frame defence, banging out that harsh, punishing jab to back Neve up. Campbell sullen, poked ropeside - she's keeping her mitts at eyebrows, leaning forward slightly at the waist - she digs in to ride out Jewel's fury. Kilcher thick to the body - prodding Neve's guard the jab, then belting her waist that chopping right hand, back in there with hooks. Jewel dipping and digging up into Neve's ribcage: blonde wants those bones bruised, wants every breath Neve takes to hurt her. Midway through, Jewel just working systematically - she dips right, hoists a jerking right uppercut flat to Neve's sternum: Campbell sobs aloud, sinks to one knee, face grey with gutshot agony. Kilcher strutting to neutral corner now, hands at her sides - she's relaxed, coldhearted, confident of victory as once again poor Neve has to fight her way off the canvas.

R3: More Jewel. Neve groggy, busted up, hurt in her body, backs away, giving up precious canvas as Kilcher steps forward. Jewel methodical, workmanlike - ranging Neve that bashing stick, covering up tight to block Campbell's waving receipts. Jewel's hard poke putting Neve ropeside: soon as brunette backside touches nylon, Kilcher's going downstairs thick n' lusty. Kilcher bodying-on, reaching under Neve's arm to stack, shrugging away at offending brunette rack in close, just leaving her scent on Neve. Campbell just sick about it, can't get her weight forward, can't get punches off - she's just struggling with Jewel in clinches, covering up and suffering whenever Kilcher puts mitts on meat. Bell: Jewel stomping angry-butt to her corner, rosy-cheeked, cold-eyed - she's answering the verdict of the last fight, and answering, with vigour.

R4: Neve proving double tough - she's withstood 3 early knockdowns and boatloads of Kilcher leather only to come out and take midring from the blonde this round. Neve trading bashing jabs with Jewel - both girls keeping the right hand high to the temple, stepping in poke to the other's chest and face. Campbell getting the better of stamping trade, shifting her hips and dropping in a stout right hand up the middle - she's got Jewel going backward for the first time in the fight. Second minute - Neve able to step into Jewel's body with right hands, hunching the blonde up, bringing the first sweet gasps of complaint from Kilcher as she soaks, then automatically looks to clinch with Neve. Final minute, Neve pressing Jewel near, but not on, the ropes - girls working hard shoulder to shoulder, swapping body shots. Both girls climb the torso at the same time, trading hooks: CAMPBELL'S HURT! Neve stepping in fence post holes as Jewel turns a nifty hook over to the chops - Jewel's beautiful face lighting up as she turns the table on her nemesis. Bludgeoning right hands on the ear move Neve in a circle to the ropes - she hits with her shoulder, covers up and grits her teeth as Jewel steals the round with a shelling flurry at the bell. Kilcher crowing, lifting her mitts to strut: she's got Neve buried on the cards through 4.

R5: Hard banging, noggin to noggin slogging - this is what the people came to see. Two-way bludgeoning, girls mouth-on-shoulder with each other and just belting away in turns. Lights dimming in both pairs of eyes - fight gets basic in this round: hurt the other girl, ignore the pain. Both love to tap the body, get into the waist thick, then try to double up something to the chin - both girls lifted onto one foot at times as chins soak up good stout leather. They reach in and writhe, brawny shoulders and rounded arms squirming for supremacy in greasy embraces, but neither wants to stop punching for long. Final minute sees Neve inch Jewel backwards, finally pressing Kilcher ropeside: blonde covers up dukes at temples, grits her teeth and gives up her body as Neve squares away. Campbell salts away the round, pounding the points out of Jewel's waist and flanks - brunette making hard eye contact at the bell as if to say, "you've had your run, now it's my turn."

R6: Neve a stamping-type puncher primarily, but she's mixing things up this fight, curling up underneath to dig at Jewel's tummy and sternum - sensational early bodyshots have Kilcher's lips curling in pain - Jewel's disengaging, backing off queasy with hurt. Neve walking Jewel down, clubbing her righty behind the head, brawling her to ropes - Campbell really opening up on Jewel and beating her in one sided fashion. Neve bending at the waist, jamming her head in between Jewel's gloves and rubbing Kilcher's face hard - Campbell able to work underneath with smashing, stroking shots to ribs and belly. Jewel grunting, crossing her arms and bobbing: Neve reacting well, tightening up stroke and clipping Kilcher's face uppercuts to discourage the crossed-arm. Kilcher goes back to a droopy earmuff and Neve piles onto the body, now helping herself to jug with saucy, up-chugging rights and lefts in close. Kilcher shutout, drained - series of pounding body shots paralyzes her, dislodges her mouthpiece at the bell. Campbell's turn to lift her mitts and strut: second half rally in the making, but Neve's got a lot of ground to cover.

R7: Jewel's frame defence, banging jab return to buy her valuable breathing room. Campbell having trouble coming forward against Jewel's stick, and when she does - she's not penetrating Kilcher's tidy defence. Jewel able to come forward behind the stick and put punches together OR counter off the block, waiting for Neve to waste shots against the guard. Kilcher's connect percentage much higher - she's fitting in snug little rights and lefts up under Neve's breasts, chopping righty above the hip, getting hooks - Campbell nice and rung up as Kilcher halts brunette rally in the 7th.

R8: They fight tousle to tousle, shoulder to shoulder - they struggle to muscle one another to ropes. Punches drift low as both girls grow fatigued - none of it intentional, but nobody's apologizing. Both girls looking slack and weary when uppercuts land on chins - heads lolling, eyes staring. Thick body shots earn cringing responses and tired winces - both girls responding with wounded clinches as the hurt piles up. They brawl along the apron, taking turns twisting one another to ropes - they dig and cram at one another's jugs in hopes of achieving psychological breakthrough. At the bell, Neve pushes up off Jewel at the ropes - both girls breathing hard - Campbell simply sweating points out of Kilcher in a sweltering 8th.

R9: Jewel hangs a jab, Neve makes her pay: right hand counter flat on the button sends a jolt through Jewel's legs, forces her to cover up. Campbell easing in, getting her body on Kilcher, pushing and punching at her to steadily force blonde backside to ropes. Systematic slugging - girls bent forward at the waist, guards and noggins in close - each pulling away to get a hook, or dipping to either side to rip up into the body. Neve the boss - she's palm shoving Jewel in the shoulders, keeping her pinned down, banging her brutally to either flank. Midway through, Neve still working the push and punch, but mixing up the punch selection, getting the odd tightly clipped uppercut to go with the snapping hooks and clubbing rights. Jewel numb, crossing her arms, then going earmuff, lolling forward, then wilting back - she's shopworn, taking a lot of punches as Campbell breaks out the baseball bat in the ninth.

R10: Both girls ragged, trudging to midring - Neve wants to go shoulder to shoulder but Jewel issues a brace of shattering jabs to take initiative. Kilcher pounding away on Campbell's left eye, knocking the head back, knocking the head back and placing a CRISP right hand straight down the pike! DOWN GOES NEVE! Jewel with a very short, straight right hand drops an astonished Campbell to her backside - Neve pushing herself up hollow-eyed: she's been down FOUR times to Jewel Kilcher punching tonight. Neve digs in hurt at the ropes, steeling herself - ref waves Kilcher on in and the best, most succulent two way punching of the fight erupts in the final two minutes. Girls grinding foreheads, taking turns gutting each other right hands underneath, or suddenly straightening to pull hooks across the opponent from the right foot. Jewel besieging Neve at the ropes, but brunette unyielding: every blonde bombardment is answered as Campbell refuses to submit. Jewel scoring some mouthwatering right hand heart punches, tucked in short and thick to send a shudder through Neve's legs: Campbell swat-hooking Jewel's ear to set up that thick hook to liver that has Kilcher's knees bending. DING! DING! DING! girls still gnawing at each other - ref has to pull hatefilled vixens apart. Comes back UD10 Jewel Kilcher.

After: Hot vindication - Jewel's thunderous knockdowns paving the way to a demonstrative decision - she pulls even with Neve Campbell in boxing's newest, hardest feud. Can they fight three? Should they fight three? "These girls have fought, back to back, a pair of fights on a par with Janssen/Wilson for sheer brutality, and we all know what those brawls did to THOSE girls," says one anxious BLONDE! editor. "It's thrilling for the fans to get a decisive mandate here, and both fighters are convinced they are truly the better woman, but getting that verdict could be very expensive." Neve's bitter about the duke: "She caught me with a lucky punch right at the open and that changed the fight. Take that shot away from her and she doesn't get the follow-on knockdowns that put her ahead on the cards. I'm choked - I know that on my worst night, I was backing her up and outworking her, but I couldn't shake off that freak first punch of hers." Kilcher scoffing at the notion of one punch making all the difference. "LUCK? We scouted the way Neve tilts in and I worked hard on leading with my hook, just to catch her - that was SKILL that put her on her back four times tonight. She needs to face facts: I'm the better, more complete fighter. The first fight was close, nip and tuck - but I learned, made adjustments and won by a LANDSLIDE tonight. We fight again, and it's only going to get worse for her - I guarantee you that!"