BEFORE: "I've heard she's got a real hate-on for me," Helfer shrugs in prefight. "I can't say that I've never had that happen before, but Yvonne's a beautiful young woman in her own right: you would think she'd have more confidence in herself. I'm sorry if she felt threatened and overshadowed when we were on set together - but it's nothing I was doing intentionally. The stuff that's going to happen in the ring? THAT'S going to be intentional! She'll see the difference." Strahovski wriggling in her seat as Tricia's being all cool and unaffected: Yvonne's not buying it. "She...Tricia...she did everything she could to undermine me on my own show. Don't believe this crap of hers: I wanted to slap her face about two seconds after meeting her. This fight is going to make my career. It's going to put me in the title hunt, and it's going to be the beginning of the end for Tricia bleeding Helfer!"

Helfer in metallic baby blue bikini; small white gloves; platinum blonde shoulder length curls. Strahovski in black bra and boy cut panties with white lace detailing; small black gloves; hair in frisky ponytail - bangs framing face. Helfer enemies coming out of the woodwork to offer training tips and Helfer-busting intel: Harmon, DeLa Garza among the underminers.

R1: Brawling exchange at the open: both classy boxers electing to slug...Helfer reels away from blasting rights and lefts to magnificent cheekbones. Tricia rickety to ropes, covering up earmuff, hunching forward; Strahovski with golden opportunity to put mileage on a hated blonde. Yvonne: elbows in tight, hands up cheek-high, chin tucked. She edges in close, weight on left leg, snatching wicked left hooks off Tricia's trim tummy. Digging PIK! PAK! noises as Strahovski works at Trish: Yvonne using her left forearm to push against Tricia's guard to reset her, then digging back in rights and lefts. Glorious stuff: wiry arms; hard, fat-free abs; vicious, biting connects. Tricia grimacing, but firming: down the stretch, she's clipping little uppercuts, reforming her guard as Yvonne's face becomes available. Bell: Yvonne digs an insurance hook to tummy late; Tricia pushing Strahovski in protest, eyes blazing.

R2: Midring - more what we expected. Tricia attacking in loose arrangement: left hand low, right at her chest; feet widespread; she's leaning in and out, bending/rotating on her hips; swivel-pivoting counterclockwise. Yvonne in tight guard - elbows in, hands up: she's turning-with, dipping side to side, keeping her elbows in as she chops and swats back at Tricia. Helfer jabbing to body, hooking to head, dropping in sneaky right hands: she dictates, varying speed, level, and distance - classic Helfer polishing a girl for points. Bell: Helfer still angry with Yvonne, chesting up on her - girls nose to nose and jawing as ref moves in.

R3: Yvonne swift-jabbing, then moving inside: looks like a page out of the Angie Harmon playbook. Tricia comfy inside - hands up - girls bumping guards, rubbing foreheads...but it's Yvonne working. Strahovski snatching lefts and rights to tummy - bringing hands back to her cheeks to reset. Yvonne pushing her head in between Tricia's mitts, whacking her flanks with rangy, sinewy wide licks. Helfer grimacing, moving her head from one Strahovski shoulder to the other, looking to nip little outside-in uppercuts in close. Yvonne pushing Tricia around, really licking ribs and tummy raw: great round for Strahovski leaves Helfer flushed, frowning. Bell: Tricia's turning to separate: Yvonna pushes her in the back; ref gets involved as Helfer loses her temper for maybe the first time ever in her career.

R4: Tricia giving up height to edge in with left shoulder - she's bumping, bracing her left forearm/elbow against Yvonne's gaurd to rip her righty to the body. Big thumping digs - Tricia baring her teeth, pouring the right hands to Yvonne's rock-hard abs: StraHOTski grunting, cringing forward behind her mitts, taking the hits. Yvonne backing up, catching Trish the odd check-hook or chopping right hand as Helfer's wading in: Tricia shrugs 'em off, pours a limber-limbed licking to her rival. Yvonne giving ground, staying covered up but getting shellacked: Helfer gets big, fights with rangy power - lips curled off her teeth as she pumps her hardest into Yvonne.

R5: Both women - so classy and well-schooled - abandon skills for thrills, taking turns pasting the other senseless. Both warned for using the left elbow to push and pry at the other - girls getting the forearm up to nudge the other about. Yvonne simply gorgeous to Tricia's ribs and tummy - small mitts bouncing off taut meat with heartless, snatching licks. Helfer carving rangy, outside-in uppercuts, clipping away on Yvonne's chin and beautiful face. Down the stretch, both girls loosening under murderous fire: Yvonne hacks a short right to Tricia's chin; Helfer sags into Yvonne sloughing off Strahovski's left side. Yvonne turning, swinging righty to Tricia's ear: Helfer clubbed in a wonky semi-circle, legs rebelling. Hook from Yvonne's hip smites Helfer upright: another chopping right sends tremors down Helfer's thighs. Tricia on the verge, hangs on, stricken face unhappy over Yvonne's left shoulder in the clinch.

R6: Tricia ragged: she looks for the right uppercut; eats a chopping overhand right in trade. Yvonne banging at the midsection - both hands chugging: Tricia groaning, falling in to clinch. Ref's break - Helfer mouthbreathing, eyes forlorn: Yvonna quickly reaching out with a wide hook, slapping Trish across the lips, brushing her backwards. Helfer reeling, gets caught a gambling right across the face: she leans in, pushing into Yvonne while pivoting round Strahovski's left flank. Yvonne turns on a dime, hooks Tricia as she leaning away: Helfer's knees bennnd and straighten; she extends her hands to push Yvonne away. Yvonne aggressive: short overhand right tries for Tricia's mouth; rising, gouging left uppercut bites at Tricia's tight tummy. Helfer backing away, covers up face-in-gloves: Yvonne steps-with, leans her head in close, deploys hands to Tricia's rigid ribcage. PIK! PAK! PEK! Yvonne's small mitts sound out from Tricia's ribcage: elegant sorceress babystepping backward, elbows in tight, just sopping it up to her ribcage as crowd goes ballistic. Ropes: Tricia wilting, sagging there, drooping forward face-in-gloves: YVONNE'S PAINTING ON THE HURT! Strahovski grunting with either groundstroke - dipping side to side as she lashes home the harm - hard mitts bouncing off hard body and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - TKO6 Yvonne Strahovski!

After: Tricia weepy, long arms hugging her body; she's trembling, stepping gingerly en route to her corner. Yvonne heartless, shouting taunts: ill will between two otherwise good sports a shock to see. Camera catches a happy Angie Harmon backstage, revelling in Tricia's collapse on a monitor: Yvonne's brutal assault on Helfer's sleek ribcage very reminiscent of Angie's own siege. "I knew I was the better woman," says a still-seething Yvonne. "Tricia Helfer is over: I'm the future of this division - not her!"