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6 November 2009 Neve Campbell vs Allison Mack

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Posted by simguy on 11/6/2009, 8:08 am

BEFORE: "I've been in Neve's camp for her big fights," Mack recalls in prefight, "she's been in mine...there's no surprises here. I think this is probably her last hurrah. I can see her making a maximum effort here, but I just don't think it's going to be enough. I retired Dani and I think I could well end up being the end of Neve. That's really something to think about." Campbell originally in the tournament, now finding herself having to qualify...but she's not letting herself cry over spilled milk. "It's a speedbump," Neve shrugs, "nothing more. Mack and I have history - maybe too much history. We've worked with and against each other - we've fought and beaten each other - and now she's in between me and something I want very badly. I don't know about you guys, but I wouldn't want to be Allison Mack right about now. She should know better than anyone: Neve Campbell gets whatever the hell Neve Campbell wants." Mack in sporty lavender bikini; small black gloves; black shoes/white socks rolled down; perky blonde bob. Neve in black push up bra/yellow bikini bottoms; black shoes with white socks rolled down; small black gloves; hair in shiny black chopped-tousle.

During R1: Girls circle - touch left hands - then form up high, sturdy guards about the brows/temples, elbows in tight to bodies. Pumping jabs from both, shelling rigid defences: not easy to get penetration. Both girls dropping the odd jolting right hand - usually blocked, landing loud on guard. By default, both resort to chopping hacks against the hips/flanks - right hands and left hooks digging at firm beef. Cruel, whacking blasts back and forth - neither girl particularly elusive: both trusting their torsos and brawny guards in bruising trade. Final moments, Ali doubling up her right hand in above Neve's hip: Campbell grimacing, warping torso slightly around the punches...she's hurt! Neve cringing, turning to her left and TAKING A KNEE! Campbell panting on bended knee, obviously damaged to the ribcage: Mack struts by all stocky, bright eyes giving Neve a frosty once-over.

R2: Neve protecting her left side, stepping to her right and keeping the left jab holstered: she's tapping a stubby lead right as a jab-proxy, bringing it back quick to guard. Ali on the attack, stepping in the jab to Neve's prepared defences; getting close then deployed rights and lefts in swift, side-to-side clubbings. Campbell buffetted, but staying organized - answering back jabs, straight rights, and deploying her first left hooks to Ali's lower rightside-ribs. Same loud, whacking blasts - like a couple of girls swinging baseball bats against wet clay in there. Both girls blocking any incoming above the hips: both doing their scoring at waist level, or round the sides. Competitive, but Ali definitely throwing more, and with a bit more zest: she's moving Neve around, walking her down in spots to be the boss through 2.

R3: Ali continues to outshine Neve in close, hard-hitting minutes. Very disciplined stuff - girls ranging-in behind pumping jabs, getting close before releasing brawny lefts and rights. Tight, blocking guards proving proof against all attacks: girls punching up top only to freeze opponent for the follow up body licks. Neve's vicious hooking to the liver largely blocked by Mack's right elbow. Mack's short, clubbing right still banging away behind Neve's left elbow, leaving ribs and hip a bright, shiny pink through 3.

During the break, Neve's corner calm, but creating some urgency: trainer very honest with his veteran fighter, tell her, "You're doing good, but she's won the first three rounds, Neve. You gotta up the tempo - back her up. Get beefy, baby - you're bigger."

R4: Hardest two way hitting thus far: girls leaning in behind tight guards, absorbing what they must, then dishing what they can. Great clapping whacks up and down both torsos - fighters just baring their teeth and slamming away in brisk 2s and 3s. Neve initiates a savage pounding of Ali Mack's biceps - battering the blonde as she's covered up, shaking her in her stance. Ali giving ground for the first time - Neve not just punching her off stance, but pushing her off: Campbell making a brawny statement to take the fourth.

R5: Remember the oh-so-close rounds Ali was winning earlier? Now Neve's getting the extra touch to bang out the exchanges. Glorious crow-bar-and-cudgel type stuff: girls just unleashing crisp, bashing lefts and rights in close, hammering each other about the head and shoulders/arms and flanks. Neve starting to feature a short, jerky little left uppercut - scraping at Ali's chin for the first time; worrying Mack's breasts. Allison still giving ground, looking concerned as Campbell seems to be prying her way in behind blonde guard in spots.

R6: Ali back with a vengeance: pounding straight one-twos against Neve's guard, then TEARING at paunch right/left. Oh those small mitts - Ali gouging at Neve's middle, really belting the beef: Campbell gritting her teeth, stooping forward to accept the shots. Neve grunting, not answering much early: Mack able to slug, bump Neve off with a shoulder, then walk her down. All Ali Mack until a WITHERING exchange late: furious lefts and rights in curling, side to side arcs and MACK GETS TAGGED! Right hand catches Mack to chin, swiveling her head, loosening her stance...she staggers away shabby, eyes suddenly glassy. ON COMES NEVE! Campbell tackling Ali, bodying her rough to ropes - shoulder-bumping free, then RIPPING right/left/right/left amidships! Ali blurting in pain, sitting in ropes aghast: Neve pouring it on, knows she's just stolen a round out from Ali and wanting to milk it. Bell: Neve still pounding the pudding...ref has to pull her off paralyzed blonde comp!

Mack's corner shaken during the break, trainer reassuring his charge: "That was it baby - she gave you everything she had and you took it! She's done, baby: step on the gas and blow this b###h's doors off!"

R7: Same sturdy guards - girls jabbing for position, then hooking and crossing for supremacy. Brutal, bashing stuff - girls taking turns clobbering each other about head and shoulders; covering up in turn. Mack firming, holding her ground, but she's being outworked: Neve systematically hammering up and down on Mack - tearing up the gut; cracking those flanks; slamming away on biceps; carving in short uppercuts. Both girls trembling, shiny with sweat at the bell...but it's Neve forcing exultant eye contact on a shopworn Ali through 7!

R8: Girls laying in as fatigue grows: heads and guards rubbing together during pushing contests. Both working underneath from their, snatching cruel licks with either hand - bouncing mitts off meat. Ali begins finding Neve via the short left uppercut - picking Campbell up in her sternum, or splitting her mitts. Neve also scraping left uppercuts - it's mirror-image brawling in there. Slightly slower tempo as both girls as shoving for position, loading up and hurling harder shots: thunderous clapping noises whenever they land flush behind opposing elbows. Bell: both vixens mouthbreathing, awash in sweat, clearly exhausted...but eyes still alert with competitive fury.

R9: Right back at it: no pretense of boxing being made as fighters immediately step-to. Guard bumps on guard; tousles rub; shoulders nudge and press. Girls taking turns reaching in under opposing arms, trying to step the foe back, then clout her. Ali resting on the inside with palms on Neve's ribs: Campbell working - punching around Ali's outstretched arms to work blonde ribs. Mack grimacing...occasionally she'll answer a stubby right hand to Neve's tits or stomach - shoving leather into brunette, then palming her ribs again to suffer the receipt. Devastating round ends to the side of shabby vixens laying in mouth on shoulder, pumping mindless right hands to trembling tummies until ref intervenes.

R10: Groggy battlers close, reach in, wrestle and grope...then slug. Bruising, desperate fare as girls lean forward, heads in close together, one palming at the other's ribs while the other bashes at hips and flanks. Both love to hoist a succulent right hand up into offending belly - usually to interrupt the opponent's wailing attack upon the unguarded flanks. They stagger about in constant contact, groggily willing themselves to shovel on the hurt - crowd roaring as two battle-hardened veterans punch non-stop all the way to the finish line. Comes back a heartbreaking, one point duke...Allison Mack!

After: Side by side for the decision: Neve ashen faced, staring bleakly as Allison's hand is raised. 5 vicious rounds a-piece, but Mack's first round knockdown holds up as the difference...she's just busting in postfight. "I'm in!" Ali says, surrounded by Bazz officials who couldn't be happier with what their little warhorse has accomplished. "I knew that beating Neve to get into the tournament would be harder than actually WINNING the tournament - but the job's done. I'm hurting, but I'll heal. I'm not sure I can say the same for Neve. This was a draining fight for her - the kind she can't afford any more. If she's honest, I think she'll admit that I just reached a level she can't attain anymore. Like I said: first Dani, now Neve - I have that effect on women!"