Before: Stay-busy fight for Becky, although BLONDE! Magazine quick with the 'superfight' label given the high profile fair-hair involved. Draw last time out for Reebs a bit of a headscratcher - Becky reacting like a champ by coming back with the always dangerous Jeri Ryan. "I didn't want another cupcake," Becky tells BLONDE! magazine, "I need opponents who will keep me sharp. If you're not sharp against Jeri, she'll take you out." Both ladies coming in at 128.5 for the bout - stalking Charlize Theron as she oscillates weight classes. "I always want to be within striking distance of Charlize," Jeri explains, "not to mention Cat Bell. For Becky, I think it's a mistake to come down and face me sub130 - she looks pretty gaunt on the scales. Gonna enjoy going to those starved ribs of hers and see how she takes it." Becky in pale, metallic blue bikini (upcoming Pepper Dennis ep - must be sweeps month). Jeri in black crushed velvet push up and panties. Venue: Pepper Dennis office set (FCBA sanctioned after the appropriate bribes...er...licensing fees paid), cleared out for fighting space - it's barefeet on carpet - cast, crew, and WB execs in attendance (pro Romijn). White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Rangy, exploratory first, both girls loping clockwise, prowling flat-footed on carpet. Jeri stepping in her jab, dragging the back foot as she shoots forward - good pop against Becky's guard and shoulder as Romijn fades back. Similar elastic jab from a scowling Romijn - slightly backhanding her stick at Jeri's face, or stooping to reach it into gut - Ryan also fading nicely, sweeping poke off her tummy with her low left hand. Midway through, Becky's been watching tape, knows Jeri brings her jab back low - Romjin able to spring a zesty pull-counter right over top to tap Jeri's chin a lusty cross. Gorgeous, ropey delivery - Beck leaning in, leading with the right shoulder while her right fist is out wide and low to the side, then slinging that baby straight in for nice head-snap on Jeri. Ryan wide eyed, but taking it well - she covers up earmuff mid-room, giving away her ribcage as Becky steps in. Thudding, big-blonde body shots: Becky hoisting thick rights and lefts into Jeri - just robust shellack, hands brought back to Beck's waist to reset as she dips her shoulders and cranks. Intimate office really carries the hollow thumping noise well, along with Jeri's breathy grunts as she shudders on impact.

R2: Becky establishing control midroom - stepping around on flexible knees, slick jab piercing Jeri's lax defence to bounce off Ryan's head. Becky coltish as she hops out, steps to the right to reset, looking Jeri over with pursed lips, carries her mitts together at her chest when she's regrouping. Ryan slide-stepping, right at her cheek, left at her tummy - just stalking, not getting off - she's looking to time Becky for one-shot hurt. Becky spotting her jab upstairs and down, maintains range, controls the room for a breezy shutout.

R3: Jeri at her methodical, stalking best. Strong jab startles Becky - Ryan pounding it between the guard, smoothly pivoting left, eyes focused on Romijn's reactions. Girls jab each other's mouths - Ryan leans into a blunt right hand behind the ear that has Becky stumbling to her right, covering up in a panicky earmuff. Jeri steps-to: strapping, vicious body licks stroked to Becky's ribs and waistline as she stoops forward behind her mitts. Deliberate, cruel intent to cripple and it's great to see: Ryan often lazy to the body because of that big one-shot eraser she packs in the right hand. Full minute spent systematically shellacking the Romijn midsection - poor Becky babystepping/tilting forward, biting down on cries of anguish: Ryan getting in there with hips, torso rotation, often riding the left hand on Beck's shoulder while humming home the right. Final minute - Becky disengaging on shaky stems, tears streaming down her cheeks - she's just trying to get away, walking around the room. Jeri walking her down - eyes frosty-hard - she's pawing the jab, measuring...measuring, then BELTING Romijn a right on the jaw as Becky's cringing away from the blow. REBECCA GOES DOWN! Beck scattered to all fours, but up in relatively good shape: she was already bailing out when the bomb dropped, helping to absorb some of the KO shock.

R4: Ryan's blood up: Romijn on the run. Jeri hopping to cut off the room, then stalking flat footed, stepping in the hard jab to Becky's mouth, then leaning into withering right crosses. Becky tagged again and again while pulling away, sent reeling into pastel, robin's-egg blue walls: she's hurt, lips curled back in near panic. Middle minute sees Becky lick some curling hooks to Jeri's chin, momentarily slowing the pursuit - nice lithe delivery as Becky leads with prodding rights, then twitches her hips to carve hooks in rising arcs from her waist. Final minute all Jeri as she smashes her jab past Becky's defences, leaning into crashing right hands ticketed for chin. Romijn clipped and shook - but once again, semi-rolling with the blows and somehow keeping her feet. Bell: Ryan breathing hard, glaring in satisfaction; Becky sullen, resentful, giving Jeri a wide berth en route to her stool.

R5: Jeri stalking, looking now for the one big shot to end it. Becky getting her act together, using her legs, keeping Ryan at bay with a springy, heavy jab to the mouth. Becky punching at the right times and distances, keying a slinging right hand off the jab and scoring with that curling, oily hook - Ryan taking the shots well, but the hooks are landing flush on her face, dazing her, robbing her of initiative. Becky rights the ship, struts frowning with concentration to her stool

R6: Both girls extending on shots - dangerous exchanges at power-punching range. Both featuring right hands: Jeri's typically short, abrupt, off the shoulder; Becky's rangier, longer, accompanied by more head/torso movement as she bends into shots, then leans back. Both girls hooking off right hands - nice hip-twitch into the delivery, punches curling 'round in vicious, rising arcs. Jeri the more consistent jabber - she's controlling tempo as a result, and Ryan's landing the odd thudding hook in Becky's ribs: hard to miss the hurt of these bodyshots as Beck leans forward and shudders on impact.

R7: Becky puts legs together with jab - very difficult look for any girl to deal with. Ryan reduced to stalking again, one-punch mentality - Reebs jab-jabbing; leaning in and getting slinging right crosses; stepping slightly forward and catching Jeri with the upward slashing hook off the hip. Midway through, Jeri hooked back onto her heels with blinking eyes, open mouth: Becky pounces. Romijn setting up on Jeri's left shoulder, riding the right hand there while stuffing home withering hooks flat to tummy. Jeri grimacing, cramping up: Becky twisting her hips and pushing her pelvis forward as she stuffs home thick hooks from close-in to cripple her foe at the bell.

R8: Ryan awkwardly tilting in behind her mitts like she wants to crowd: Becky takes full advantage with whip-snatch licks amidships. Becky dipping, Becky ripping - swinging her long limbs into Jeri's waist and ribs, gouging the mitt into meat, snapping the fist back quick to reset and load up the other hand. First minute disasterous for Ryan: she's crippled, breathless, out of options - Becky gets all big girl rest of the way. Beck in close, pawing down atop Jeri's hands, then clouting her hooks to jaw in tight - Ryan spills hurt to her left, looking drowsy. Beck lashing uppercuts - glorious, smooth licks - stuffing punches to Ryan's jugs, or picking up her chin with jackpot impact. Round ends to the sight of Jeri seated against a desk at the edge of the room, stooped forward behind her mitts, shuddering and grunting as Becky lavishes lanky wallop to either flank at the bell.

R9: Becky on the warpath, lips curled back, frowning glare as she gets after Ryan with power. Cranking hooks hoisting long underneath, followed by slinging right hands over the top strafe Ryan, buckling her legs time and again in a savage first minute onslaught. Middle minute, staggering Jeri able to walk Becky into a robust swinging right to the pit o' the belly, then beat Beck to hooks - swivelling Romijn's head and leaving her destitute! LAST WOMAN STANDING! Both long blonde vixens hurt, groggily stepping into flat-footed stances, trying to clobber each other with swinging rights from the hip. Jeri separates herself late, hopping forward while loading up a right, then punching Romijn square in the jugs, rocking her back a few steps in anguish. Hard follow up right from Ryan catches Becky between the eyes - Romjin stumbling into the wall, manages to keep her balance at the bell.

R10: Slackjawed beauties slink to midroom - pain evident on both strained faces. Hands low unless a girl bends forward to cover her face - then she's beaten brutally to her flanks, her opponent's arm shivering upon shattering contact. Jabs paw, setting up slinging rights from thigh height - often sending the puncher careening off balance. Becky with a knack of blocking Ryan's right with a raised left, then STUFFING right hands flat to Jeri's tummy: while Jeri's cringing forward hurt - while she's shouting out in pain - Becky can cram an extra body blow or two in, maybe club a little jug before the clinch. Sloppy fighting from hurt, but determined women - blondes stumble to the finish line taking turns pulling sloshing right hands into one another's left flank at the bell. Comes back one point duke - Rebecca Romijn.

After: Jeri crestfallen, turning away from the ref as the verdict is announced, tossing her wraps onto the carpet, shaking her head in disgust. Becky shuddering with tears of exultation as she lifts both hands - great hard-working win for Romijn, and she shows a little heart while defending her home turf against a big-punching rival.