Before: First leg of the long awaited "Legends" round robin between Hayek/Electra/Liu: Jenny O'Dell's worked for years to pull this off. "I'm thrilled," Jenny says of the impending clash of titans, "I always knew this would happen, but I never dreamed it would be so difficult. These two really, truly don't like each other, and they've both got pretty beefy egos: getting one or the other to budge on anything is like trying to turn a supertanker. But it's on, and I couldn't be happier. Liu and Hayek: I just can't wait!"

Hayek in black lace push up (hulking); leopard print, boy cut bikini bottoms; small black gloves; straight, shiny black hair. Liu in royal blue tank top with scoop front and tight baby doll sleeves, twist-tied 'neath the knockers over top white bikini with silver ring connections; small white gloves; hair in ponytail with messy bangs framing face. Beach and bleachers venue: standard ring set up outdoors; extended seating to accomodate large crowd.

During R1: Hayek right hand at cheek, looking to step in the jab, bringing the left hand back to the hip to reset. Liu scowling, feinting - when she's well outside, she's carrying hands at her sides: when she's closing, she'll bring one hand up to chin while pointing the opposite shoulder at Hayek - alternating between southpaw and orthodox. Hayek jabbing to Liu's chest, then looking to close, bang her bod: Liu fading, circling, looking to lure Salma close, then clap her big licks from the hips while pivoting 'round either flank. Hayek's bigger, but Liu's quickness undiminished: she's clouting and moving well. Late the round, twitching hook-and-pivot shocks Hayek, dropping her to buns: Lucy glaring down triumphant as Salma's legs give way early.

R2: Hayek undeterred: steady stalking pressure applied as Salma hunts Liu down, parking left hooks in behind right elbow at regular intervals. All for naught: down the stretch, Lucy baits Salma with a fake right hand; hooks her chops while pivoting sharply-left. Salma shocked again, legs all shabby as she totters about. Liu able to land a leaping, sidearm right hand to Salma's face from well behind Hayek's right shoulder: awkward clap has Salma stunned, wobbly-butt at bell.

R3: Hayek STILL undeterred, shaking off Liu's circus-punches to walk her down, punish her. Lucy forced to ropes: she gets all supple and bendy-backed - digging in to roll-torso and slip incoming. Hayek squaring away - working the jab, then popping hip-right to rip in hooks behind right elbow. Hayek bashing away short, clubbing shots at Lucy's chest/biceps, pecs as well - wearing the smaller beauty down. Lucy buffetted, bullied, but scoring the odd slicing counter off the ropes to keep Salma honest.

R4: Liu regains mobility - stepping flat footed, but pivoting around Hayek, turning her midring. Lucy settling into orthodox stance: pointing left shoulder at Salma; dangling the left hand; right hand coiled near chin; lead (left) foot in a bucket as she wheels around it. Lucy darting in and out - touching Salma the up-jab off the thigh; feinting Salma, then jotting in the straight right lead; hooking Hayek while pivoting crisply left.

R5: Hayek thumping away on Liu's waist/in behind Liu's right arm with that hook: Latina just burying it into her Asian nemesis. Lucy grimacing, fading to ropes: Hayek able to sustain pressure against Lucy's torso this round. Good bully's work done: Hayek brawny with shoulder-bumps/extended left forearm - shoving Lucy into ropes, then bouncing punches off her torso. Hayek trying for head, but Liu still slick on her hips, slipping and dipping, rolling torso-low to keep her noggin relatively safe.

R6: Disaster for Hayek: triumph for Liu. Lucy showcases, turning back the clock to yesteryear - leaping in, out, and about her foe, catching Salma with all manner of outrageous power punches. Left uppercut from the knees? Check. Leaping lead right hand from the hip? Check. Come-along hooks under the chin while steppin' right? Check. Hayek a staggering ruin - rallying again and again as her legs spasm and buttocks tremble. Crowd oohing and ahhing as Liu walks Hayek in, lights her up again and again: Poor Salma busting up, cut below her left eye, cut in her mouth. Not a lot of follow up from Liu - she scores a beaut, then leaps away, circles, looking to pounce back in as Salma's staggering around. Late the round, Liu stands and plows jug with blazing hup-hup: Hayek stunned, staring as her breast-beef bunches up. Glorious stuff: Hayek's sturdy legs actually hold her upright throughout the carnage, but it's 10-8 Liu for her unchallenged dominance.

R7: Liu crashing home with another daredevil leaping left uppercut from the knees - falling off to the left as Hayek absorbs to chin and sways shocked on the spot. That's it for lucy - she's panting with effort - pivoting flat footed around Hayek, wondering what she's got to do to get Salma out of there. Hayek reeling, torso lolling slightly on her hips, but she's turning, staying square as Liu menaces the flanks. Lucy staying close, working Hayek over fairly consistently: good cuffing swats to either flank and waist; jerky little left uppercuts off the left foot; left hooks off the right foot. Liu getting into Salma's jugs a bit, scrounging away with side to side shoeshine as girls bump foreheads. Hayek ragged, but taking everything Liu can through through 7.

R8: Fighting basically toe-to-toe - girls grinding foreheads, bumping shoulders, rotating gently clockwise. Liu tidying up, working over Hayek's paunch and flanks with snappy cuffs and clouts; Salma bashing back in spots, staying close. Liu holding right at her chest, left across her gut. Salma in earmuff for the most part, leaning close, taking shots, then answering when she can. Hayek humbling the Liu rack this round, pounding away with short, hammer-drop strokes from the earmuff. Liu takes the round, but she's consistently smote to head and face both - starting to show puffiness around the eyes from stubby Hayek uppercuts.

R9: Similar stuff - Hayek getting out-touched, but grimly pushing forward, dictating terms of engagement as Liu's forced to swap it up toe-to-toe. Bruising stuff - each using her left shoulder to nudge and prop, setting up punches to come. Liu more likely to snap off combinations, tic-tac-toeing away, body and head: Hayek hurling back single shot wallop, clobbering Liu upside her head, or plowing her midsection. Both making an effort to fit offending jugs for scooping hooks: good stuff.

R10: Liu fading - mouthbreathing from Salma's constant body-hounding: Hayek forcing herself upon Lucy, pushing her to ropes. Salma open-mouthed, but chugging rhythmically: she's mouth on shoulder with Lucy, bumpin' and a grindin'. Steady attrition pays off midway through: Lucy seated in ropes, sullen as she tries to block-and-roll, but taking a tremendous pummelling...SHE TAKES A KNEE! Lucy mouthbreathing, haggard: both eyes puffy, slitted as she beats the count, wilting badly under a Latina sun. Deep breath Hayek - shoulders up as she steadies herself - then she's pushing back in on Lucy. Torrid beatdown - Hayek with her head on Lucy's chest, both arms just a-pumpin' to beat that body and LUCY'S DOWN AGAIN! Liu sobbing, beaten to all fours - she's a helpless vixen, but somehow manages to beat the count at the bell. Huge 10-7 Hayek 10th makes it close, but it's still UD10 Lucy Liu.

After: O'Dell overjoyed - lifting the arms of BOTH women in the aftermath. Liu and Hayek staggering around, faces all busted up, legs shaking: fighters left chunks of themselves in the ring tonight that they may never get back. "It was everything I hoped it could be," gushes an enthused Jenny O'Dell in postfight. "They dug down and fought like hall of famers - hopefully not for the last time!" Talks ongoing with Carmen Electra to see if she can be coaxed into fights with Hayek and Liu both - Jenny's determined to make it happen.