Before: Ledford a well known proving ground for HMK girls - it was against the anvil of Brandy that the young corps of Kozar fighters were first forged - and absorbed their first tough losses. "That was before me time," Salli shrugs, dismissing the Ledford reign of terror. "Had I been here then - I don't think Brandy would ever have built the same kind of momentum she did against us. But now's now: I'm Nia-Peeples quick and I'll use that against Ledford's size. She'll start out bigger than me, but we'll see who's standing taller at the end." Ledford flanked by chief sparring partner Kelly Carlson for this fight: Carlson a motivated little HMK hater scowling at Decesare, Longoria, Richardson - anyone close to her size at the offending stable. "I'll walk Salli down and use her up," Brandy says simply, eyes daring any in the press to dispute this contention. "Richardson does have Peeples=like quickness, but she's also got Peeples-like age. I'll make sure Salli gets old in this fight - you watch." Salli in pink lace push up, boy cut bottoms, white gloves. Brandy in tan soft-leather bustier (shoelace front cinched up tight), tan leather pantie-trunks, taupe gloves.

During R1: Scowling frown of concentration all around - Brandy stalking, dukes at cheeks, looking to cut off the ring; Richardson scooting hither and yon, refusing to comply. Victory for Salli in keeping the fight midring. Victory for Salli in turning Brandy's flanks, making bigger blonde move her feet. Victory for Salli in being first - stooping to pat her jab against Brandy's bronzed tummy. Victory for Salli in the handspeed department - busting several sharp combos on Brandy when blonde covers up: Richards able to bury a number of slutty right hands into that tight tan bustier PAK!

R2: Brandy regroups, adjusts. Victory for Brandy in jabbing to control distance, breaking up and pre-empting Salli's blitzes. Victory for Brandy in stepping-over to cut off the ring, allowing her to front-up on Richards and engage in several thumping exchanges that tend to go Ledford's way. Richardson hopping the perimeter, elusive and defensive down the stretch as Brandy's weight of shot alarms Salli this round.

R3: Cut and thrust boxing - Salli darting in and out, showing her superior footspeed: Ledford answering with timing, judgement and savvy - seeking to control Salli via the jab, then manoeuvre her into withering exchanges. Midway through - Salli out over her front (left) foot, extending the right hand to measure - she's inching her feet back, luring Brandy and SMITING HER THE HOOK! Vicious=quick shot very Peeple-like indeed: Ledford bitten on the ear/jaw as she's coming in - Salli scoring and dancing away - LEDFORD STUMBLES TO ALL FOURS! Blonde hair scraggly over stunned eyes - Brandy's up but shabby for her 8. ON COMES RICHARDSON! Eyes narrowed - Salli moves in to check on what's left of Brandy: glorious, ripping hooks flow forth as Richardson unleashes Too Sharp Johnson style. Sal with a nifty way of dipping in over her front foot, stabilizing and measuring with her right hand while cocking that left: Ledford eats her fill of snapping, snatching hooks, body and bustier to bell.

R4: Brandy's couple of extra inches, couple of extra pounds translating into durability: she shakes off Salli's pop, resumes her steady full-court press on shifty brunette. Where Salli's hook is sneaky and sharp - Brandy's right hand is Zeta-Jones deceptive and hard: Ledford able to time Salli's jab and crack her a cross that has Richardson stepping in fence post holes. With Salli rocked - Brandy eases weight to front (left) foot to rake hooks to body - batting several withering blasts against ribs and tummy to wick away some of that speed. Salli hurt, takes evasive action: beautiful cougar grimacing as she hops the perimeter, trying to stay out of encroaching blonde's range. Ledford strong, walking her girl down, making only sporadic contact as Richardson's feet come to her rescue.

R5: Brandy bangs away hooks to flank: Richards in a bad way, covers up, stoops forward momentarily breathless. Ledford not as quick-mitted as Salli, but blonde has exquisite judgement - throwing the right punches at the right times. With Salli drooping forward, Brandy treats her to uppercuts close in, picking Richardson up on her overhanging face. Chasing Richardson to ropes - Brandy steps-with, bangs the body right and left roundhouses, putting fresh wince on Richardson's face. Salli forced to flurry off the ropes just to keep Ledford from setting - blonde applying more and more pressure, getting more face-to-face confrontations where her heavier hands can prevail.

R6: Salli's feet regain the initiative: midring, fighting in space, Richardson just too nimble for curvy Brandy. Ledford defensively sound - elbows tucked in, dukes up, chin tucked - but she's a bit of a target as Richardson mounts a series of strafing runs. Salli in and out, sidestepping as she pleases; stooping to get stern little belly jabs clean on Brandy's tummy; ringing up that leather bustier PIK! PAK! PEK! - Salli's mitts sounding out sharp as she digs in behind Brandy's elbows. Ledford grimacing, but wary of answering back: Richardson pouncing with combinations up top, keeping Brandy covered up with brisk-batting lefts and rights to skull and guard.

R7: Brandy's timing exquisite - she jabs Salli in her chest, fades back to lure Richardson forward, hooks her teeth clean as Richardson's loading a right hand. Brandy hopping forward as Salli's startled: right hand lead short-n'-pokey punches Richardson's face back, followed by a clubbing right upside the head and a clipping right uppercut in quick succession. Richardson hitting ropes in disarray, covering up dukes-at-temples: Ledford into Salli's ribcage with GUSTO - slammin' away big girl as Salli groans forward. Richards hurt, tries to clinch: Ledford won't have it - shoulder-butting Sallie ruff in her teeth, hooking her midriff, chopping righty to face to reject the attempt. Slow, sullen torso roll from Richardson as she bends at her waist, tries to slip the heat: Ledford ignoring the head to bang that body, baring her teeth with the effort. Hard beating absorbed by Salli - she's cringing, mouthbreathing at the bell. Ledford with a brassy little wink into HMK corner as she struts past.

R8: Shutout, Salli Richardson! Salli HAD to have been hurt last round - but you'd never know it: deft footwork, snappy combinations, smart angles combine to shut Brandy down midring. Richardson nibbling to bustier and tum to get Brandy loose, then coming up top tic-toc. Ledford facing into many more clocking left/rights on her jaw than is good for a girl - Richardson hopping one foot to the other as she lands with free-swinging rhythm. Small smile of deep satisfaction, Salli at the bell: she sends Ledford home all frowning and sullen.

R9: Whenever Salli's embarrasing Brandy with speed - Ledford goes back to her educated jab, directing traffic and channelling Richardson - making sense out of the HMK scooter. Brandy complimenting poke with a thick, robust right hand slung to the pit of Salli's stomach: Richardson taking these blows with a pained grunt - shying away rather than pressing through them. Midway through, Salli feeling pressured, pounces to disrupt Ledford, but runs into the jab, takes that short, sharp, chopping right hand on her eye that has Richardson stepping in fence post holes. Brandy reliable to the body - hooking Salli's ribs while she's stunned: Richardson wilts to ropes. Ledford squaring away, getting big: OH she bangs those flanks - big, round rights and lefts shaking Salli's sporty chassis. Salli breathless, shook - she tries to clinch but gets rejected: Ledford's buxom strength very evident in such moments. Brandy methodical, rhythmic - pounding out heavy punches in sequence: she's hooking Salli's breasts; dropping short rights to Salli's mouth; pushing Salli in her shoulders to jostle her upright. Brandy shifts to her right, gets an angle over Salli's left shoulder: hacking right hand; hacking right hand; hacking right hand chops repeatedly to jaw. POOR RICHARDSON! Salli stooping forward, eyes glassy - each shot threatens to drop her, but she's just hanging there over her feet stunned, facing into blows. THE REF STEPS IN! Salli cuddled to safety as Brandy's all dialed in: Ledford the kind of girl who will keep chopping as long as the other vixen's standing. TKO9 in heartbreaking fashion - Brandy Ledford.

After: Gaudy celebration in the Ledford corner - return to form has the exotic blonde popping champagne in the ring - Carlson cruising to within taunting range of a seated, dejected Salli R. "I'm back," Brandy proclaims, cruel eyes glinting, lips grinning. "I felt great tonight, and I looked sensational! Anytime these HMK bimbos want to dance, baby, I'm there!" Bigness mixed with savvy does Salli in: she sits on her stool for long moments afterwards, replaying the bout in her mind. See Salli's expression? That would be "rueful".