Posted by Simguy on 6/7/2003, 11:57 am.

Before: Refreshingly professional atmosphere as these girls visit with press--both are quality bantams looking to shake adversity--it’s a great chance to get a little separation and get on track. “Neve’s a solid fighter,” says Jolene. “You can’t rush her into defeat--you have to be patient, break her down first and I think I have the bright style to do that.” Campbell equally complimentary--”I think Blalock’s the most overlooked fighter in the division--she does things in the ring we haven’t seen since Teri Hatcher was in her  prime. I’m going to her body, so I’ll be all right--but I’d hate to be forced to box this girl. Prediction? You know--Jolene’s not the most durable fighter out there--I think she’ll be competitive, but I’ll stop her late. Once I’ve softened her up and taken her legs away--her chin’s not built for Neve Campbell punching.” Neve in cerulean blue bikini, Jolene in tawdry black cut off tank top, grey bikini aerobics bottoms. Slicked back blonde ponytail.

During R1: Jolene’s a machine, working it on Neve midring, Blalock with the left at her hip, right at her chest--piston jabs smoking hot off Neve’s face, Jolene easy, lanky to her left. Campbell turning, not cutting the ring down--framing her face for spanking stick that has her eyes fluttering early. Blalock dropping the lanky right hand--Neve snapping her forearms together to block, but she’s right there for Jolene’s thick. Cranking left hook loud off the belly. Down the stretch--those body shots have Neve wincing, guard drooping and a BIG right hand cracks that chin--NEVE GOES DOWN! Campbell rolling to her back, legs in the air--she’s up quick, nodding her head at the inquisitive ref as he wipes her gloves on his shirt. Jolene looping in, reaching that jab extending it, nudging into Neve’s bosom, and SCORCHING ANOTHER RAZOR RIGHT CROSS! Campbell’s head socked hard to starboard--she clatters back into the ropes and SHE’S DOWN AGAIN! Campbell floundering, spasming to get off her butt--she’s up and swaying, eyes unfocused, ready to go as the bell rings. Jolene confident strut to her corner--Neve taking a moment to steady herself, trying too hard to walk a straight line to hers.

R2: The grit of Neve Campbell. Knocking loopy in the first, busted up and bounced off the canvas--she comes back strong to take it to Blalock’s ribcage this round. Neve with  a stubby little jab to get inside, setting up on Jolene’s chest and going body with clubbing, snapping lefts and rights. Blalock stepping out, loping away, but she’s getting hounded to the ropes and she doesn’t have a lot of answers when Neve crowds. Good beefy work done at the beltline, Neve systematically taking it out of Jolene and some tough uppercuts into those rocket-nozzle cones of Blalock’s at the bell have the blonde grimacing in hurt.

R3: Jolene’s turns. Blalock easing lank to her left, snapping that jab off her hip--Neve’s face spanking back, eyes blinking as the ramrod makes its mark. Campbell crossing her arms, bending at the waist, straightening with her hands at her temples, trying to give different looks--but Jolene’s tracking her. Final minute, Blalock starts dropping those withering right crosses, checking Neve’s chin over and over with crowd-pleasing slobber knockers--Campbell’s legs quake but they don’t give in. Once again, Neve a little wide-eyed, rocky en route to her corner--Jolene putting on a clinic outside.

R4: Neve’s turn. Campbell more energetic, jabbing with, not giving into Jolene’s jab and working her way inside. Blalock content to cup Neve’s ears and control her head--Neve content to rest her face in Jolene’s chest and get rugged downstairs, Neve keeping her hips back--plenty of room below--she’s getting good leverage, shaking the slender blonde, drawing concerned gasps on occasion. Jolene avoids the shutout with the odd half-spirited uppercut, holding and hitting to counter, but Neve’s doing the work.

R5: Oh Jolene. There’s really nothing as cruel as a sharp, stiff, effective jab, finding and finding a girl’s face, touching up her beauty, leaving her ragged, open-mouthed. Stunned: that’s what Jolene’s doing to Neve. And the right hands! Blalock able to lean in on BEAUTIES to Neve’s chin, really bending that long body into ‘em, smashing away on Campbell’s jaw and swiveling her skull. Neve getting cracked--crowd roaring at the flashy connects and landing bombs and at the end--she stares in frank awe at the chin Neve’s showing her. Campbell woozy to her stool once again, gashed over the eyes, getting frenzied work done in her corner.

R6: Jolene’s broken down the defenses, she‘s loading up, looting Neve’s chin with routine malice this round. Jabs head and body, right hands--Campbell fielding flush, staggering, then covering up to wade forward with groggy determination, Frustration, Jolene begins to hook the body, throwing the right hand up top to keep Neve occupied, then asking the thing home off her front foot. Jolene keeping her distance, cupping Neve’s ears when she gets close and spinning her muay thai style to the ropes--Blalock throwing cheap elbow smashes against Neve’s breasts while holding Campbell’s head down--ref breaking the clinch.

R7: Jolene weight on front foot, eyes intent, leaning in as she circles and she’s just whittling away on what’s left. Campbell turning, eyes closing--she’s sporting a high guard to block jabs, but the hooks to her ribs and pale tummy are tearing her up. Whenever the guard droops, Jolene drills a right hand--but these aren’t the hail-mary shots she was plowing earlier--she’s just turning over her right ankle, getting a nice crisp connect, then stepping around--just keeping Neve dazed. Pretty shutout from Jolene--looks like she’s given up on the knockout, just banking the minutes down the stretch.

R8: Jolene looking to cruise, but Neve catches a second wind and spoils the party, Campbell jutting her head between Blalock’s mitts, separating her hips and banging that ribcage--Jolene’s back to the ropes over the latter half of the round as she lays in with Neve, clinching for breaks. Blalock mouth breathing, favouring her left side at the bell--Neve finally getting to her downstairs.

R9: Neve grim behind her mitts, walking Jolene down--shoving a meanspirited lead straight right to0 the ribs, turning over a quick hook--Jolene’s catching on her chin reeling away, hands at her waist--she’s tired, starting to break down. Midway though hounding pursuit has Jolene rubbery-legged--she’s sliding to her right along the ropes,  Neve stepping with, jamming straight rights to the midsection then checking chin the hook. Exhausted head swivel from Jolene, she’s toppling right and JOLENE GOES DOWN IN THE CORNER! Blalock up, ragged, takes 8, and ON COMES NEVE! Jailbreak to Jolene’s body--Campbell with rampaging shove and slug, harming Jolene at the turnbuckles, rag dolling her, beating those ribs, labeling those jugs, checking the chin. Bell sounds--Neve’s still working--ref has t haul away her way as Jolene staggers hurt to her corner for the first time.

R10: Gallant effort late from Neve, but she’s losing steam--Jolene achy, drooping a bit, but able to re-establish that jab, putting brick to face to stop Campbell in her tracks, Blalock’s the boss outside--swing-pivoting to her left, sometimes showing the right hand, sometimes bringing it, then hooking tummy as Neve covers up.; (See the hook: Neve’s just standing there all pale gut, waiting behind the high guard--Jolene’s long cranking delivery, slender arm shaking on impact, glove biting into thick resistance and coming back with back with a snap. Nothing back from Neve as Jolene resets.) Campbell out wobbly butt off a gorgeous bending cross off her chin--Blalock walking away to her right with her left at her side, right at her chest, admiring the view as Neve covers up stunned. All Blalock to the bell, tearing Neve’s heart out with that wicked jab, simply untouchable down the stretch. Comes back UD10 Jolene Blalock.

After: Blalock hugging her battered foe upon announcement--Neve perfunctory, disappointed--she’s lumped up on, hurt, and she doesn’t exactly have Dr. Phil waiting for her in terms of locker-room support. Jolene bubbly, animated in post fight--it’s one of he best effort s to date. “I dominated, I thought I would, but I really boxed Neve’s ears tonight. Her chin is made of steel! I could not believe the looks I was getting on her and she just kept soaking it up. And then she dropped me! I won’t underestimate her again like that--I thought this thing was over after 7. You’ve got to stay on Neve for 30 kinutes if you’re going to make sure of her.”

Reposted by Archer 4/9/11.