Before: Elisha gets a KrusZher, just not the one she was expecting. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised Jewel didn't step up," Cuthbert says, "she's just started to win and she knows I'd expose her - she'll want to milk those Alba wins as long as she can. Fine with me - Jaime was next on my list anyway. I can't wait to pound her back to flyweight where she belongs."

Pressly just as anxious to tear into the latest KrusZher Kastoff. "I'm finally going to get to do to Elisha everything I wanted to do in camp, but couldn't because she was so damn babied by everyone. She thinks of herself as this big tuff bantam, but seriously - we all carried her, pampered her SO much, it was disgusting. I'm going to enjoy stripping away that veil of ignorance, one punch at a time."

Pressly in silver bikini, Elisha in FHM black bikini.

During R1: Cuthbert out strong, establishing shoulder to shoulder and belting Jaime beefy to the torso. Pressly right hand under chin, left across her body, staying supple in the pocket, bending at the waist and standing right in front of Cuthbert - Elisha wisely ignores the head to bang away shoulders, flanks, waist. Jaime rolling and slipping anything upstairs, but she's getting shaken by loud, hamfisted blows against her lats, hips, shoulders - Cuthbert hauling in thudding side-to-side lefts and rights, buffetting Pressly, moving her. Late the round, Cuthbert bumps n' slugs Jaime ropeside, shouldering her to square the target and 'Lishy HUMBLES Pressly's jugs a great robust two fisted mugging at the bell. Jaime's eyes shiny, lips quivering - whatever Plan A was, needs a re-think.

R2: Pressly up on her toes, giving Elisha angles, lateral movement. Conventional: Jaime jabbing from her hip, stepping left, flinching as though to turn into right hands, but bringing hooks instead, pivoting left around sinewy strokes upside the head or licked to ribcage. Cuthbert crossing her arms, bending low, trying to lunge in - Pressly bounding back, gobbling up the pressure with her legs, sidestepping to blunt the rush, then back on top with a stinging, snappy up-jab. Return-of-serve shutout Jaime, has Cuthbert talking to herself after 2.

R3: Both girls get things done. Cuthbert able to bob and weave her way to Jaime's chest and Pressly elects to trade inside - high energy slugging toe-to-toe brings the crowd alive. Contrast in deliver: Cuthbert hunched over dukes at cheeks, bobbing, ripping shots off the bob - it's blunt, claustrophobic slugging as she seeks to come forward. Pressly using her left shoulder to bump and nudge inside, left hand low, right at her chest - she's got a more supple, licking action on her shots, swatting 'Lishy sudden right hands on the ear, picking 'Lishy up herky-jerk right uppercuts breadbasket, tits, chin. Pressly off the shoulder bump, steps out, walks Cuthbert into cunning little swipe-hooks on the ear, patiently collecting cutey-pie points as Elisha cooperates. Competitive round but Jaime getting the better of it - she's harder to hit clean, isn't getting hit at all to the head and meanwhile - she's cleaning up on Cuthbert, both hands.

R4: Cuthbert breaking down, coming forward stubborn, paying the price. Pressly placing shots: bolo right uppercuts to the body from the screened stance; jagged straight rights; slicing check-hooks as she slides back and walks Elisha in. No stalking jab from Cuthbert as she crouches forward - Jaime able to potshot, escape, potshot, escape, turning gently to her right, coaxing Elisha forward into ruin. Final minute: 'Leesh launches an overhand right; Jaime rolls with it, comes back a sweeping right arced up underneath flush on solar plexus - throttled cry of pain from Cuthbert as her knees bend deep. PRESSLY UNLEASHED! Unmistakable sound of quit in Elisha's plaintive wail - Jaime squares up and tears away. Belting lather of lefts and rights, Jaime turning lithe into the blows, stepping back in good order as Elisha crumbles forward. CUTHBERT GOES DOWN! Elisha sobbing, sits back on her haunches, shaking her head 'no' at the ref who immediately waves it off. KO4 Jaime Pressly.

After: Pressly strutting hands held high - she sponges the early Cuthbert pressure, boxes her senseless, then punches for money to earn a very professional beat-down stoppage. Unique walk of shame prepared for Cuthbert: Pressly obtains a convenient yard-long pointer stick and pulls Elisha off her stool. Walking alongside Cuthbert - Jaime uses the tip of the stick to lift up Cuthbert's trembling chin, tap her under the arms to get them lifted high in surrender (Up Simba, UP!). Cuthbert brought to midring and forced to pose there, hands above her head, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while choking back tears. Pressly swatting the backside or belly to improve Elisha's posture, drawing wincing protest from the beaten lass while walking 'round behind, inspecting every angle until satisfied.