BEFORE: "I've taught the welterweight division how to quit," Amanda grins in prefight, "except for one girl: Bridgy Regs. Even though I've beaten her once, I look in her eyes and I still see fire - not fear - and that's what I need. I love to dominate, but I love to compete too: with Regan pushing me, I know I can get even better!"

Regan stern at podium, knowing the task she's been set. "Amanda's a media creation," Bridget scolds press from podium. "It's you guys who've built her up - made her seem like this superhuman monster. But I remember the girl who couldn't take Sarah Lancaster's punch; the girl who bowed to Taylor Cole, and I'm going to make you guys see that girl again. Amanda's just like the rest of us: two arms, two legs, one chin. I mean to humble Amanda Righetti, take her belts, and build my own rep at her expense. I can't put it any plainer than that. Gentlemen: I am here to win!"

Amanda in sporty purple bikini; black gloves; red hair long/loose/straight. Bridget in neon baby blue bikini; white gloves; tangled black hair long/loose. Bridgy intense during stare down - nostrils flaring, eyes glaring - but she pounds gloves with Amanda like a good sport when asked to touch 'em up.

DURING R1: RIGHETTI GOES DOWN! Amanda extending left almost like she wants to touch gloves; Regan bending in and down with sweeping overhand right..concussive wallop upside the head stiffens 'Manda's legs, pitches her onto her face! Crowd squealing...Righetti groggily to knees, then feet, swaying at the ropes...no flash knockdown: eyes're glassy, lips're parted. ON COMES BRIDGY REGS! Regan wades in - head low: PUMMELING bombardment of lefts and rights works Amanda's gut. Righetti groaning, leaning in palms-on-shoulders to shove Bridget back...Righetti stumbling off ropes, moving to her right. Regan regroups, walks Amanda down: A HACKING RIGHT smites Amanda's jaw - OH her hands're low, putting her head on sale. Amanda totters into ropes, forming earmuff: RIGHT UPPERCUT BRIDGY REGS! Amanda sponging it up, AND ANSWERING BACK! Wide right from the hip clubs Regan's head: she's back with a right to jaw! Girls fall in - Bridget laying atop Righetti to bare her into ropes: Big Rigs mouthbreathing, face in agony. Slugging from there - Regan atop Righetti - head on Amanda's chest - hands working the Righetti gut. Amanda grimacing, hands palming on Bridgy's shoulders, pushing her off for little breathers: Regan wading back on in to maintain big-girl pressure at ropes. Like that to the bell: Regan atop Righetti, working her over HUGE through 1!

R2: Righetti still looking shabby, but serviceable...she circles clockwise, jamming a stiff jab onto Bridget's mouth to open. Regan rotating-with, jabbing Righetti's tired face, then her tits: Righetti jabbing jug as well as girls shell away outside. Regan moving her jab down into belly: Righetti sweeping poke off her tummy with a left hand, looking loose/relaxed. Down the stretch, Righetti able to put one-twos together - the follow-on right hands landing heavy to jaw, shaking Regan's thighs. Bridget staggering to ropes, forming peek-a-boo as Amanda wades in: payback assault to Regan's pale flanks/lats as Righetti enjoys a moment of free-swinging mayhem with both hands. Bell: groggy girls straighten, go nose to nose for staredown - ref easing 'em apart as crowd eats it up.

R3: Bridgy Regs rotating clockwise, jabbing Amanda's tummy: Righetti sweeping poke away with left hand, circling-with. RIGHT HAND, REGAN! Bridget cleverly coaxing Amanda's left hand down with a belly jab, then slopping a big right ear-to-chin up top: Righetti stepping in fence-post holes. Regan snarling, rotating counter-clockwise now...she's ripping rights and lefts to ribs/waist, fists denting firm torso-meat. Righetti turning groggy on the spot, grunting in pain, stooping forward in earmuff: Bridget leans in, ramming palm-down right hands in behind Righetti's left elbow, buckling Amanda's legs. Righetti going down...suddenly straightens into a short left/right bingo on the chin...Regan startled, stomping back on her heels: SHE'S hurt now! Regan hits ropes in disarray, covering up earmuff...Righetti follows her, pounds her midsection a thick right hand, then slops a wide left up top. Bridgy rolling to her left - left shoulder against ropes: Righetti shifting to her own right, clubbing hooks to Regan's right ear...NOTHING BACK FROM BRIDGET! Regan in stupor, getting clobbered upside the head: Righetti in rhythm, right hand on top rope as she fetches her foe repeat left hands. LEFT UPPERCUT REGAN! RIGHT HAND REGAN! Righetti smote to chin/face, reeling backward into corner: Regan staggering forward, EATS A RIGHT UPPERCUT FROM RIGHETTI'S LAP! Bridget chin-checked, crumpling down onto her haunches - her head flopping forward onto Righetti's thigh: stunned Amanda lays back in corner, arms over top rope as ref moves in. Bridget all but out - reaches for Amanda's legs, starts climbing the red head to beat the count! Girls tummy to tummy, pushing and panting as ref moves in: he sorts out the mess, pushes Amanda away to give Regan a proper standing 8!

R4: Regan walks into Righetti, stuffs a left hook into tummy: Amanda bunches up hurt. Bridget snarling: right hand thumps palm-down into beefy Righetti left armpit/lat; short left pounds against Amanda's guard, then doubles-down into ribs behind elbow; right slams into lats again, then doubles up to pound left bicep...Righetti stumbling to her right, hits ropes. Regan walking Righetti down - cycling in the jab, cycling in the jab: Righetti forming tight earmuff, sitting in ropes. Muscular right uppercut, Regan: blocked by Righetti's peek-a-boo. Palm-down hook carves in behind Righetti's right ear: Amanda answers a whistling left uppercut that just misses. Regan cycles jabs - fully extended left arm as she prods away, then BOOMING right hand pounds in on jaw, swiveling Amanda's head. TIMBERRRR! Big Rig still in earmuff, folding forward while peeling off to her left...SHE'S DOWN! Righetti on her knees, left cheek and left shoulder down on canvas...eyes're shut, mouth open...oh the humanity. Regan stumbling away, pushing hair out of her eyes: SHE'S ready to go - just hoping Righetti's done. RIGHETTI'S NOT DONE! Amanda rolls onto her back, keeps rolling, gets to knees, pulls herself up ropes: crowd roaring as ref gives Rigs a swaying 8 with exhausted Regan slumped in neutral corner, staring.

R5: Jab in Righetti's body; POUNDING right hand slanted down into Righetti's body...Amanda punched backwards, face just sick about the body work. Regan stumbling forward, palming up, pushing off: Righetti stumbling into ropes, setting up earmuff. Regan wades in: wide right roundhouse LOUD to Amanda's waist: sharp, chopping right hand counter, Righetti to Regan and BRIDGET GOES DOWN! Regan spilling forward onto her knees - arms through the ropes as she hangs there staring into crowd: Amanda staggers away, lips quivering as she raises her hands in victory. REGAN BEATS THE COUNT! Bridgy Regs climbs ropes, sobbing with effort: SHE sways on the spot for her 8, crying as she covers up to await Righetti! Amanda covers half the ring with hands on hips, bringing her hands to chest as she closes. Regan rolling torso, gloves at her cheeks: GIRLS START SLOPPING AWAY! Regan rotating out of the crouch with a walloping left upside Righetti's head; Righetti answering a smiting right upside Regan's head, draping her woozy against ropes. Righetti's left misses as Regan's slipping low and to her right, dragging a left hand onto Righetti's jaw. Girls exchange rights as Regan rotates out of her crouch...girls exchange gigantic, pulling lefts out of wide stances...RIGHETTI TOTTERS BACKWARD AND SITS DOWN! Amanda eating a tremendous left hand...she rolls onto her back, knees up. hands flopping onto canvas up above her head. Amanda gobsmacked - eyes shut tight, lips murmurring, brow frowning in dazed wonder and it's OVER! Bridget Regan halts Amanda Righetti KO5 in a title fight for the ages!

After: Female Celebrity equivalent of Foreman/Lyle - big beauties laying each other down time and time again - each girl rallying, fighting back on fumes: Bridget Regan's the last woman standing, delivering the Welter Belts to BAZZ in style. "Welterweight is the hardest division to dominate," a still-groggy, but exuberant Bridget says in postfight, "because of the punching power. I lit Amanda up right at the start and I knew the fight had changed right then and there. I went all in to finish her - she went into survival mode and neither one of us fought the fight we'd trained for. But I told you at the start: Amanda's only human. I'm hungrier than she is - my body's stronger, and when we fought on that animal-vs-animal level, I got 'er done! Can't wait to spread my wings and try to surpass what Amanda's done in this division. Gonna be tough, but I'm looking forward to it!"