Before: Fellow wrestling Diva Stacy Keibler ridden to ground by Charlize Theron in a recent title-test - Krusher vs Diva once again, but Torrie promising a different verdict. "Stacy Keibler is no Torrie Wilson," huffs the Playboy cover-goddess. "And Gena Lee is no Charlize Theron. This is a completely different fight, and I promise you, I'm not going to be ridden by that fat slut Nolin."

Gena popping double biceps at the podium, nodding and grinning - she may have lost her title, but swagger remains intact. "I'll do whatever I want with Torrie," Nolin promises assembled press. "She can promise whatever - but basically, I'm going to overpower her and do what I do on girls. I'm Gena Lee Nolin - I do what I want, I take what I want - Torrie Wilson's a little punk who needs her butt kicked."

Gena in custom-built Victoria Secret chinchilla-fur bikini and boxing mukluks - Torrie in silver/white bikini, coming to ring-instructions with a white cowboy hat. Nolin cuffs Torrie's hat off in the midst of ref's speech, follows up with a stuffing right hand into Wilson's breasts - initiating a tawdry, tangling brawl on the canvas. Fight delayed several minutes as order is restored.

During R1: Torrie teeth-bared, crouched forward, circling right - Gena more erect, bearing down with slugging intentions. Bashing rights exchanges as big-bodied blondes hurtle into each other - Wilson stumbling back under the weight of Gena, hitting ropes in disarray. Nolin squirming to pull thick, thudding swipe-rights and lefts across Torrie's face and jugs - bumping in hard with the ball of the left shoulder. Wilson jostled and mauled, bullied into the Krusher corner - Nolin laying in mouth on shoulder - arms pumping loosely - lefts and rights flapped into Torrie's crotch with muscular FUMP! FUMP! FUMP! noises. Poor Torrie! Wilson sobbing aloud - both hands reaching pathetically down Gena's back - Nolin pushing in with her shoulder, stamping her legs for more leverage - shoving her fists into trunks and tummy. Wilson dishevelled-n'-shook - Gena with her right shoulder snug against her girl's waist, reaches both hands down to Torrie's right thigh to prop that leg in the middle ring rope. Wilson precariously balanced, blubbering, arms draped around Gena's neck and shoulders - AND NOLIN'S POUNDING JUG! Gena grinning, just turning short right hands thick to helpless kilograms of breastmeat, Nolin's left hand braced insolently on Torrie's raised right thigh! G occasionsally leaning into Torrie to push upright, then plowing away righty - Wilson just distraught with punishment. Ref moves in - bodying Gena away - quoting her chapter and verse on how it is NEVER, under ANY circumstances acceptable to prop a helpless vixen's leg in the ropes and pound her helpless chest. Wilson bedraggled, bewildered - she's given a moment to compose herself then GENA HURTLES IN FOR MORE! Nolin tackling Torrie into ropes, then twisting her as both beauties topple, Gena landing heavily atop Wilson, squirming into a cross-body pin and POUNDING RIGHT HANDS BLIND TO TUMMY AND TRUNKS! Poor Torrie! Wilson drawing her knees up, bawling for the ref, pounding her arms pathetically against Gena's broad back - it's total pandemonium. Bell: ref struggling to pull Nolin off Torrie - enraged Wilson justifiably winging a right hand at Gena's body as Nolin is trapped in the man's arms - now GENA'S bellowing for ref to do something, lifting her legs up and kicking at Torrie as civilization crumbles into ruins. Long delay as both corners are threatened with stern admonishments - wild-eyed ref sweating profusely, trying to keep murderous hellcats from pretzling the rules any further in a surreal first.

R2: Reckless lead right hands exchanged - both girls planting and punching hard off the shoulder: WILSON GETS DROPPED! Gena rocked back on her heels blinking, but serviceable - Torrie rolling onto her back, devastated by the shock of Nolin's fist - AND NOLIN BULLS IN! Ref out of position, can't stop Gena from catapulting herself onto Torrie, flattening her badly, then mounting her and actually preparing to pound away when official joins the dogpile, tackling Gena to one side. Kicking legs, howling epithets, tangled blonde locks and flashing eyes - this thing's completely out of control. Action resumes - girls snarling, stepping into lead right hands - Torrie clocking Gena on the chin as Nolin's fist takes Torrie flush across the breasts. They stamp, plant, pitch mutual rights: both take one another hard across the chops, setting both pairs of world-class buttocks a-trembling. Step, crouch, left hands dangling - girls lurch AGAIN into crude, thrusting lead right hands, taking one another heavily in the breasts. Corners screaming instructions - crowd delirious - girls mindless: another pair of thudding rights exchanged, Torrie steps back in shock and GENA TAKES A KNEE! Nolin sobbing for breath, eyelashes batting as left knee touches down - Torrie walking around hands on hips, mouth open, knees threatening to give way. Shaky 8, Gena - Torrie wading in dukes up, legs quaking: Gena bends to her right, rolls under Torrie's tired one-two - girls fall into a sweaty clinch, Wilson bodying Gena to ropes. Nolin leaning back, pops her hips to left, easing Torrie heavily to the side - now GENA's on top - Wilson's on the ropes. Squirming in tight - Nolin with a subtle little slide of her left thigh up between Torrie's legs - moist little "SHUMP" wins a woozy groan from Torrie - her face twisting up unhappily just above Gena's left shoulder. G drops her right (rear) foot foot back, shifting angle as she pulls a CLOBBERING hook across Torrie's face - WILSON DRAPES ON THE ROPES IN SWOON! Gena pushing Torrie upright with both mitts, setting, then RIPPING that hook to Torrie's midsection, jamming the big blonde up with a piteous cry. Another push - Gena piling her body into it - gets Torrie stacked up and GENA'S ROMPING TO JUG! Wilson defenceless, slugged into stupor as Gena pours herself at hated Diva-rack. Lefts and rights - great sloshing side to side wallops - pound away at the beef, dislodging Torrie's mouthpiece in a sorry little tumble down her front. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Torrie sobbing, hugging herself as she folds into the man's arms - Classy TKO2 Gena Lee Nolin!

After: Oh that strutting Gena: gloveless hands high, shiny faced tired, but exultant, glorying in the wanton destruction of a big beautiful rival blonde. Once around the ring, blowing kisses to adoring fans and writhing haters alike - then it's down to business.

Gena talking into a cell phone as Krusher minions in NASCAR-style overalls scoot into the ring to prep Torrie for Victoria's Secret BodySaddle-wearing duties. Straps cinched tight about the middle, up between the legs, buttons and flaps and zippers secured - Torrie grunting and pouting sadly as she's all corsetted in, leaning into the heavy backpack-type shoulderstraps. Grinning Gena from a few paces back takes a running start - jumping into the saddle like Zorro - poor Torrie staggering face first into ropes for support. Nolin taking a moment to shift her knees into the pad-positions above Torrie's strong hips (jockey style mount), then taking the reins of Torrie's long soft blonde locks, clicking her tongue to turn Wilson around. Torrie's muscular thighs bulging into shiny relief at the burden - dark dents above and around her knee revealing her tremendous leg-conditioning. Nolin tugging the hair, impatiently clicking her tongue, urging poor Torrie to pick up the pace: snivelling Wilson leans into the straps, breaks into a shabby trot as Nolin beams happily in the saddle. Gena riding high, breasts flopping up and down with the herk-a-jerk motion of Torrie's stumbling canter - Wilson inevitably ridden to her knees in exhaustion as Nolin stands up triumphant, straddling the used-up beauty beneath.

It's all too much for the FCBA Standards and Practices Committee: Krushers brought up for review - BodySaddle use by Theron and Nolin in general; Nolin and Heigl's heinous conduct in particular to be rigorously examined in the weeks ahead. Rigorously. Examined.