The setting was different, but everyone wanted the same announcer back, and there he was, Mr. Michael Buffer, holding forth at center-ring.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s get ready to RUMMMBBBBLLLEEE!!!!! Tonight’s second round Tournament action features two women who had little difficulty scoring dominating victories in their first round matches.”

Buffer is referring to Jaime’s cruel, one-sided massacre of Faith Hill in the first round and Neve’s victory over Laetitia Casta which - while not as totally one-sided as Jaime’s win - was never in doubt as Neve controlled the action for most of the fight. One difference is that, while Jaime had been expected to dispatch Faith pretty easily, Neve went in as the underdog to the favored Laetitia. But back to his introduction…“Now let's meet our gladiators! First, from Ontario, Canada, measuring 5 feet, 6 inches tall, NEVVVE “THE SCREAM QUEEN” CAMMPPBBELLLL!!!”

As “Black Hole Sun” is heard, Neve Campbell emerges into the arena to make her way to the ring. She is wearing a black bikini. She looks none the worse for wear coming out of the Laetitia Casta fight one week ago. Hers is not the classic form of beauty, she has that bewitching, different kind of physical and sexual attractiveness that causes hearts to soften and melt (and other organs to harden and solidify.) She looks fit as ever. And she appears cautiously confident: sure of herself after fairly easily defeating a formidable opponent in Laetitia Casta; but certainly aware that the level of her competition has gone up many fold now that she faces the deadly Jaime Pressly, whom Neve well knows is a sadistic hellcat with a virtually undefeated record in organized competitions, whose wins have almost all been brutally dominating slaughters.

As Neve situates herself in the ring, Michael Buffer resumes his introductions: “And now introducing her opponent in tonight’s match, born in Kinston, North Carolina, now living here in Las Vegas, Nevada (big cheers), at 5 feet 5 inches tall, JAAAAAMMMMIEEE PRESSSSLY!”

The Marilyn Manson tune “Beautiful People” booms out over the audience, and Jaime Pressly strides out into view. The audience mostly reacts with loud cheers, but, as always, there are also a few boo’s and hisses, since many people dislike the merciless way in which she prolongs the suffering of celebrities that she has obviously defeated.

For this match Jaime is wearing a skimpy white bikini. The cruel beauty’s sizzling, mouth-watering delicious body looks as fantastic as ever. The abs are clearly visible on her slender stomach and her well-toned arms and legs looking strong. As always, that dominating facial expression telling the world, “You mess with me, you die.”

Fan interest in this match is strong, because although Jaime is the odds makers clear choice to prevail - the scrappy Neve Campbell is well-known for her strong will to win and has often triumphed when she was the underdog going in. Also, Neve is seen as a far stronger opponent than Faith Hill; Neve’s simply more solidly built with a body mass index of 20.5, and a weight of 123 pounds - as much or more than Faith Hill despite being 3.5" shorter than the willowy country singer. (Incidentally, Faith is recovering well from the injuries she suffered last week in the ring against Jaime, although a number of concert dates had to be canceled or postponed.)

Once Jaime is situated in the ring, the bell sounds and the match begins as the two actresses emerge from their respective corners and carefully edge towards each other. They slowly and cautiously circle, each of them staring hard into the eyes of their opponent, trying to catch a hint as to an imminent move. They continue to circle, each apparently waiting for the other to make the first move. It is observed that they are both fighting this match in bare feet rather than gym shoes or wrestling boots.

The spectators begin to get restless. Someone yells, “C’mon! We came to see a fight!” and murmurs of support follow.

As they approach each other a little more closely, Neve holds out her hands inviting Jaime to engage her in a test of strength. Jaime cautiously approaches – both fighters are very mindful of possible treacherous kicks by an opponent pretending to engage in a strength-test. With great tentativeness they reach out to intertwine the fingers of their hands. Finally they are clasped-in and the pushing begins. They are about the same height, so neither stands taller than the other as they pressure their arms against each other. It's clear that each is trying to bring her entire body into the strength test, really shoving down as they rise on tiptoes for better leverage.

After about ten seconds of straining and no movement of the hands, slowly Neve begins to see her arms being pushed back and down. Jaime grits her teeth and keeps shoving Neve down until the brunette is on one knee. Jaime twists Neve’s hands back on their wrists causing Neve to grimace in pain. Neve is unable to reverse the situation, and can only remain kneeling and subjected to the torturing of her forearms and wrists resulting from being on the losing end of the strength test

“OK! Neve grunts. “You scored the point, you can let me up.”

Jaime smirks in satisfaction at this early triumph and releases her left hand from the strength-test hold, but maintains a hold on Neve’s right hand. Jaime steps behind the kneeling Neve, holding Neve’s right arm, and wraps Neve’s arm around her throat, such that Neve’s neck is in the crook of her own elbow, being squeezed by her own forearm and bicep. Jaime has put Neve in a sleeper hold using Neve’s own arm! Jaime pulls back on Neve’s right hand with both her hands, putting her knee between Neve’s shoulder blades for leverage as she starts choking off Neve’s air supply with the sleeper. But Jaime has no intention of ending the match this soon, and once she sees Neve beginning to get red in the face and sleepy looking, she unwrapped the arm from around her neck.

But she still held on to that right arm and she pulled Neve up to a fully standing position. Then holding Neve’s arm straight out, perpendicular to her body, Jaime kicks up her leg, slamming the toes of her foot directly into Neve’s right armpit. Neve cried out from the shock and pain of it. Once more Jaime kicked high into the armpit area, her powerful, high kick a thing of beauty, like that of a Radio City Rockette. A third time she slams her foot in the nerves and tendons of that notch between upper arm and torso.

But after the third kick she leaves the foot in place and, using it for leverage, pulls and twists on that right arm of Neve, all the while ramming her toes deep into Neve’s armpit tissue. Then Jaime lowers her foot back to the mat, and taking that same punished right arm brings it around to Neve’s back in a hammerlock. Jaime pushes up hard with the hammerlock with both her hands, raising Neve to her toes. Neve slaps her right shoulder with her left palm, hoping to ease the pain. Jaime smiles cruelly, and slams a fist into the bicep of Neve’s hammerlocked right arm.

Then, in an impressive show of strength, Jaime - using both hands on the hammerlock -pushes up and uses the hammerlock to lift Neve’s body up off the mat. Neve’s right arm and shoulder are momentarily bearing all her weight – the pretty brunette wails in agony from the intense pain caused by this move.

The grimly amused Jaime tosses Neve forward to the mat, releasing the hammerlock and finally freeing that brutalized right arm of the Canadian actress.

“Get up!” Jaime says to Neve.

Neve slowly rises to her feet. Her fans in the audience are alarmed to see her right arm dangling from her side uselessly.

Jaime grins at the sight of Neve’s incapacitated right arm. She lashes out a left jab to Neve’s face that Neve is unable to block. Jaime pokes out another left handed punch to the head. Neve tries to protect herself with her good left arm, but it is almost impossible. Jaime begins to alternate right and left handed jabs and slaps, none even approaching knockout blow strength, simply humiliating bitchslap type of moves, to show that she can do it with impunity. In this way she has Neve backing up all over the ring. Occasionally Neve tries to punch back with her good left arm but her moves are always easily blocked and parried by Jaime. Some in the crowd begin to boo Jaime, but this of course has no influence on the actions of the sadistic Carolina hellcat – if anything it encourages her to further bullying brutality.

Neve Campbell fans discouragingly settle in for what looks to be a long night, many beginning to avert their eyes from the carnage they sense will soon be inflicted on their favorite celeb.

Finally Jaime stops toying with her prey and smashes a hard right cross to Neve’s jaw which topples her onto the mat on her back. Jaime sits astride her supine figure and – in the schoolgirl pin position – puts her hands down onto Neve’s shoulders pinning them to the mat. The ref quickly slides over and slaps the mat for the count “One….Two…”

Jaime yanks Neve’s shoulders off the mat and many in the crowd boo and hiss since Jaime had already showed she had the match won; but she didn’t want to end it just yet. Instead, she yanked Neve up by the hair and tossed her like a rag doll into the corner where her body slammed the turnbuckle, slumping as Neve’s arms draped over the top ropes barely held her upright as Jaime turned and ran to the opposite side of the ring. There, she rebounded off the ropes and raced back toward Neve… then with a beautiful, graceful leap, she flew through the air with her legs extended in front of her, smashing both feet onto Neve’s pussy!

Neve let out an agonized moan as her butt was stuffed back between the ropes and slumped even lower. Landing with alacrity, Jaime stepped up and readjusted Neve’s body in the corner, then once again raced to the far side before she rushed back, launching another flying drop kick - this time her feet drove into Neve’s belly! Neve doubled over, gagging and coughing; the features of her face tortured into a mask of agony as Jaime again re-positioned her body against the corner turnbuckles. Again, Jaime backed off for another drop kick, then flew back in the air toward Neve; this time with Neve’s breasts as the target. Neve let out a scream as she felt the impact of Jaime’s feet torpedoing her bosom.

Jaime had one last high-flying kick to administer as this time she backed all the way into the opposite corner, rested against the turnbuckle as she drank in the BOOS of the fans, then once more ran forward like a track star about to do a broad jump - then leapt with legs straight out, her entire body parallel to the mat as she crashed her feet right onto Neve’s slumping head. Jaime gracefully landed on all fours after this final drop kick, rolled over and watched proudly as Neve’s limp body slithered down off the ropes and collapsed face first on the mat.

Jaime dragged Neve’s body out to the center of the mat where it appeared Neve as still hanging onto consciousness by a slender thread. Jaime called for a hand-held microphone and once she got it, she told the crowd, “Y’all know that the camel clutch is one of my favorite finishers. But in honor of tonight’s opponent, I've developed a variation of the camel clutch, one I'm calling the ‘Campbell Clutch'!”

She tossed the microphone back to the sound crew, laid down on Neve's back in an unusual back-to-back position, with the back of her head above the back of Neve’s head and her body stretched over the length of Neve’s body. Then Jaime raised her arms and curved them back behind her head, placing her hands underneath Neve’s chin, intertwining her fingers to clutch her jaw.

With the 'Campbell Clutch' in place, Jaime began to sit up, her powerful abdominal muscles emerging in clear definition on that solid washboard stomach as Neve’s head was wrenched up and back. It was like a camel clutch in its effect, but in some ways even worse since the potential arc of space to bend the opponent’s body was larger than when squatting behind the head. Of course, only someone with the abdominal strength of a Jaime Pressly, who performs dozens of sit-up crunches daily, can execute a move like this.

Soon Neve’s head, neck and upper part of her torso are being bent back into a scary looking curvature by Jaime’s powerful sit-up clutch, or 'Campbell Clutch' as she calls it.

The ref asks Neve if she wants to submit but Neve couldn't nod 'yes' because of Jaime's hold. With Jaime's hands under her jaw, it was all Neve could to to mutter a muffled “yes!” The ref immediately waves his raised hands to signal the end of the fight and the ringside official rings the bell signifying the end of the match. But Jaime continues pressuring the hold as if she hadn't heard the submission or the bell. Neve is on the verge of passing out from the intense pain and the ref orders Jaime to break the hold or be disqualified. The blonde hellcat finally relents and lets Neve’s head drop back and bounce off the mat.

Michael Buffer re-enters the ring, raises his mike and announces, “The winner of tonight’s match, and advancing to the next round of the tournament….JAIME PRESSLY!”

As he raises her arm, Jaime can't stop grinning. Once more, she has utterly destroyed an opponent without breaking a sweat. Neve’s fans and friends are actually relieved that the match ended as quickly as it did, nowhere near as horribly drawn out as Jaime’s slaughter of Faith Hill; some speculate that maybe at some level Jaime has a liking or respect for Neve that caused her to dole out only an average amount of brutality rather than the real nightmare treatment. Who knows? The bigger question is - when is Jaime going to face someone who will AT LEAST put up enough of a fight against her that the blonde breaks a sweat?