Before: Simple math for Jeri: Cat devastates Charlize; Charlize batters Jeri; Jeri can answer all by hammering Cat. "I've always felt my rivalry with Bell is more intense than the one I have with Theron," Jeri explains. "To be honest, I don't always get up for Charlize as much as I should, and that's what happened last time. I ALWAYS rise to the occasion against Catherine however: of the two of us, I'm not going to be the 'old' fighter once it's over." Bell also aware of Ryan/Bell as a "big-fight" rivalry - in the shadow of Bell/Theron perhaps, but hardly eclipsed by the latter pairing. "In some ways, Jeri has always been more of a challenge for me than Charlize," Bell admits. "Ryan's cold blooded - hard to rile: you can't ruffle her feathers the way we both do Charlize. And that punch - first minute, last minute, whenever - Jeri can always end your night - there's a danger there that's almost unique in the FCBA. Overall, I'm the better boxer, so I always feel that if we're both on, I'm going to prevail, but Jeri will make you work - and hurt - before it's over." Ryan in crimson bikini, Cat in electric blue. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Girls swat left hands in acknowledgment, lope into easy, flat-footed stances, dukes up and ready to work. Bell right hand at cheek, left in front of her mouth, elbows in as she creep-steps clockwise. Ryan's left characteristically lower - jab has a rising, backhand quality to it - right hand coiled beneath her chin. Economical footwork both ladies - little slides and shuffles - nothing wasted as they circle, thrust and retreat with the minimum amount of movement. First two minutes spent jousting - hard, sticking jabs flat to jug, stiff to chins, stout to tummies. Down the stretch, Cat fade-steps, catches Jeri reaching her jab to belly - Bell with a cuffing check hook destabilizes Ryan, quickly pounces with a short, jamming right to jaw. Jeri shook - Cat right on top of her - brunette bodying blonde ropes as Ryan's backside trembles queasily, knees locking up. Cat pressing up, then easing that back foot back for licking leverage on body shots - white gloves nipping in vicious beneath both Ryan elbows as Bell salts away the round at the ropes.

R2: More methodical action outside - girls stepping to spots, spearing into hard jabs with bodyweight committed. Faces spank back; breasts give out with sharp, tart, claps. Ryan bending in with a long right hand slanted to Cat's stomach. Bell working her hook to Jeri's chin, finding a home for it over Ryan's relaxed right. As round progresses - women tend to fall in, punch short, and tie up - Bell getting the better of this action as she nips Jeri short left uppercuts or jamming rights, beating Ryan to punches.

R3: They open with that same hard, spearing jabwork - both ladies looking to punish the opponent, not just flap at her. 30 seconds in, spirited two-way poke startles both women, but Jeri's able to drive home a short, blistering right to chin to UNHINGE CATHERINE'S KNEES! Bell bad shook - initially looking to clinch, but buffetted a ringing hook on the teeth to reject her: she covers up earmuff, tilts forward behind her gloves as Ryan squares away midring. Goooood, good body work Jeri Ryan - blonde touching her knuckles against Cat's guard to guage her, then SMOKING that waist rights and lefts. Vicious slashing rips - poor Cat biting down on sobs of anguish as she stumbles forward - Ryan stepping back in good order, letting Cat fall in, then tearing at her without mercy. CAT TAKES A KNEE! Savage stroking too much - Bell drops gasping to her right knee, face blanched from body-shock. Halfway point, Jeri lifts Cat's face off her gloves with a gorgeous left uppercut: Bell's eyebrows high, eyes closed, mouth a saddened, droopy 'o'. Cat wobbly butt, staggers past Jeri to hit ropes face first and DOWN TO HER KNEES! Jeri flashes a rare smile en route to neutral corner: she's got Bell reeling. After 8 - Jeri wades in big-girl as Cat wilts against ropes. Sensational pasting dished out - Jeri's legs wide and firm - she's knuckling Cat's chest to prop up, then pounding away to fact and breasts strong, strapping rights and lefts. No love lost: Jeri's eyes absolutely merciless as she batters her foe senseless with rhythmic shove-n-slugg. DING! DANG! DONG! Bell staring bleak, out on her feet, eyelashes fluttering shut: somehow she refuses to go down, leaving Ryan chest-heaving in frustration.

R4: Cat unable to take the offensive - she shies away to her right, away from Jeri's right hand - prodding Ryan jabs as Jeri stalks to finish. Ryan reaching in jabs to Cat's chest, leaning to slide that long right hand loud against Cat's tummy: Jeri's gambling and Cat makes her pay. Midway through, Bell with a sly counter-hook as she fades back and walks Jeri in - Ryan momentarily stunned, covers up and gives away HER abs on the cheap as Bell immediately closes. Cat pushing her head into Jeri's gloves, walking the blonde back and ROASTING those abs some atrocious licks. Gorgeous slinging left hands, swiping rights spank-n-snatch off taut Ryan midriff - Jeri gurgling as she slumps in ropes, stooping forward to take. Bitter payback - Cat pushing up on Jeri with shoulder/left forearm to set, then ripping hooks to waist. Late the round, Jeri grimly riding it out: Bell treats herself to the overhanging shelf of jugg, getting up in there with rising lefts and rights in tandem at the bell. Pushing and shoving at the break brings the ref in: tempers fraying as both girls start to unacceptable punishment.

R5: Jeri wins the first minute jabbing - dazing Cat with spiteful face-spank, driving Bell to ropes. Cat dukes at temples, stooping forward: Jeri really committing to the body tonight, fighting at distances traditionally reserved for Bell. Jeri with her left shoulder turned into Cat - the better to lean in on Bell and push her up; the better to strap her tummy hooks; the better to club her a short right hand off the shoulder-bump. Cat eventually mirrors the stance - right at her chin, left across her body - alternating shoulder-bumps, pushes and licking power shots as women swap it up toe-to-toe. Jeri's round: both women ship shellack, but Ryan's pinning Cat at the ropes and working her over.

R7: Crippled beauties slouch to midring: hands are lower, mouths open, eyes hooded as they push jabs into another, club right hands, and clinch in a mutual stagger. Ref pushing girls apart - they totter momentarily, then firm up, trudge back in. Second minute, on the approach, Jeri bangs a crunching right over Cat's jaw and BELL'S ROCKED! Catherine paralyzed, drooping forward over her feet - Jeri tags her another right hand behind the ear, picks her up a swinging left in the jugs as Bell flirts with going down. Cat staggering to her right, blinking, shaking her head - Jeri stepping-with and bashing rights over Bell's shoulder, cudgelling Cat to ropes. Cat hits the strands, head whiplashing on limp neck: she covers up, droops forward as Jeri squares away to work. OH THOSE RIGHT HANDS TO THE BODY! Jeri taking a page from Bell's book - riding the left hand on Cat's shoulder to stabilize, while REEFING right hands up underneath. Gut-rocking goodness nearly a fight-winner: gasping Cat able to snuggle up around exhausted Jeri's waist. Mouth-breathing blonde accepts the clinch, swaying groggily in the grasp as she takes a murderous-punching 7th.

R8: Jeri heartlessly, cruelly jabbing Catherine's face: Bell staring into the blows, eyes half shut, just taking her medicine. Cat put wobbly butt just from ramming jabwork alone - Jeri able to body up, chest her rival into ropes, push and maul her, then get back to that waistline with strapping vigour. Cat sobbing, pitching forward - curvy legs holding her up: she's rarely had a woman go to her body with this kind of determination. Jeri singleminded: setting her feet and hips, knuckling at Cat to set, then stroking her thick - white gloves spanking off pinked-up tummy and aching ribs a sight to see. Late the round, Cat's jugs are there for the taking: Jeri swiping 'em side to side, sloshing the hurt to Bell's rack as Cat stoops forward on the take.

R9: More brutal gun-platform jabbing - girls stepping groggily, leaning in with spank, taking turns pounding helpless faces from outside. Midway through, Jeri turns on another plowing right to the side of Cat's face, over a reaching Bell jab - Cat's reeling, out over her feet again as Jeri swings away. Fight-winning right grazes chin, but Jeri gets all of her come-back hook, buffetting Cat upright and sending her staggering to her left. Ryan suffering oxygen debt, but eyes blazing at the sight of shipwrecked Cat - Jeri hounds Cat to ropes, stabilizes her and once again, goes heartlessly to work on her. Jeri propping Cat with the left, smoking her the right; propping right, drifting her left. Bell listing to either side, out on her feet, swooning, but refusing to go down - she takes another brutal face-pasting as exhausted Ryan sloshes groggily away. DING! DANG! DONG! Ryan blurting out "NO!" as Bell reels incoherently, but standing as ref edges in.

R10: Agonizing to watch - both women badly deteriorated, but Bell's in rougher shape - she's the more hurt: Jeri gets on top with that bludgeoning face-spanking jab and moves her girl in stages to ropes. Bell trying to clinch - Jeri won't have it: Ryan doing a masterful jab of shoulder bumping her way into the clear, then working with both dukes in rolling combinations to Cat's trembling paunch. When Ryan can set, it's awesome to behold: poor Cat leaning forward, Jeri touching at her to stabilize, then RIPPING single shot licks evil to ribs and waist. Jugs are SO there for Jeri - Ryan bracing Cat with a little nudge under the chin, then stroking her across the rack, just to let her know who's boss. Ryan plugging away, batting away, lashing away - it's all blonde to the bell as brunette somehow wills herself to cross the finish line standing. Comes back UD10, Jeri Ryan.

After: Devastating war of attrition leaves both beauties swaying in respective corners, groggy and mumbling - but no question Cat the more ill-used on the night. Ryan dishing arguably one of the worst beatings of Bell's career onto the proud brunette and STILL Cat wouldn't submit, even when her own guns had ceased to fire. Brutal action the sort of fight that has pundits and haters buzzing about the decline of BOTH women: much too much punishment for either beauty to be absorbing at this stage of her career.