Before: Keibler sporting long lean "Dancing with the Stars" lines - fit n' pretty coming into Kaley. "She's a tune up," Stace shrugs. "People are worried that I'm being distracted here, but I see Kaley as a chance to get some real rounds in place of sparring, plus I get to work on my tan! My plan is to be sharper and hotter than Torrie when I knock her out; Kaley's got a small part to play in all of that." Cuoco pursing her lips - nonplussed at Stacy's assessment. "If she wants to look past me, I say be my guest," Kaley grins. "I know she wants Torrie - but to say I'm sparring fodder is just a big mistake. You guys don't think I can hurt Stacy, but I will: I'll beat this girl up. Don't blink fellahs - don't blink." Stacy in royal blue bikini with large white polka dots; white gloves. Kaley in white bikini top, crochet baby blue cashmere bottoms (tawdry); white gloves. Malibu beach - standard ring set up before bleachers.

During R1: Kaley timing Stacy early - waiting on Keibs, slipping or dodging her, then snapping tart hooks off ribcage/chopping swift rights to chin. Nimble touches - Kaley scoring, then bounding away all smiles - much quicker/more agile than lanky Stace. Down the stretch - Stacy answers like a pro - focusing on long, sinewy hooks snapped smartly off Kaley's breadbasket: Cuoco cramps up frowning - absorbs her first cracking right cross to cheek as Keibler bends in to score. Kaley put wobbly butt - staggering away forlorn: bigger girl hurts smaller girl, steals round - Stacy nodding in approval at bell.

R2: Keibs more confident, comfier - wide stance anchors a sharp, switchblade jab as Stacy starts to press Kaley around perimeter. Cuoco changing levels, bobbing at the waist, stepping out and circling - young blonde frowning in concentration, trying to negotiate Keibler's poke. Stace loping to spots, pumping stick - quick right hand precipitates that rangy, licking hook underneath - glove snatching hot off Kaley's stomach, wicking her breath away. Keibler smug, satisfied as Cuoco's forced to retreat, visibly wounded downstairs - long blonde hopping, walking shorter gal down. Cuoco's upperbody moves saving her from Keibler's headhunting - sharp, biting Ray-Leonard style hooks snatch back at Stacy's tummy and chin as Kaley spits back just enough to avoid the shutout.

R3: Keibler's discipline holding up - spirited wrestler toning it down so far - widening her stance, maintaining her balance, and using that vicious dancer's jab to keep Kaley ducking. Kaley trying to induce Stacy forward, hoping to get Keibs to give up her height - but Stacy staying poised, maintains her stance - hopping forward, extending on her punches and recovering without getting wild. Cuoco's face lumping up nicely from jabs - she's doing a good job slipping under Keibler's roaring right, but Stacy's vicious, licking hooks underneath are tearing terribly at Kaley's midriff. Bell: Kaley puffy, grouchy from body work; Keibler grinning, knows she's probably got 3 in the bank.

R4: Kaley switches tactics - if she can't make Stacy give up height, maybe Kaley can take it from her. Cuoco aggressively forward - daring Keibler's right hand. Stacy's eyes narrow as she pings jabs while adjusting her feet back a smidge, the better to lean into a fight-ending right. Minute mark - Stacy harpoons a savage right cross: Kaley slips it, snatches a spanking hook off Stacy's rightside ribs, doubles the hook to jaw, toggling Stacy's chin. KEIBLER'S SHOOK! Stacy stunned, legs spasming, hands disorganized - she's staring when Kaley rips a compact hook snug to chin and ANOTHER hook to chin - bopping Stacy's face about and KEIBLER GOES DOWN! Stacy seated with legs spread wide, eyes blinking in wonder: Kaley prances past glowing, waving her fist at hooting crowd. Keibs beats the count, woozy for her 8 - BUT STACY WON'T HAVE IT! Kaley closes to finish, but just as quickly hops away under a lanky fusillade of lefts and rights. Keibler baring her teeth, lashing her way forward: goodbye discipline as Stacy turns brawler to deny Cuoco her chance to pile on.

R5: Cobra/Mongoose action as Kaley circles, darts in, darts out; Stacy turning, still a little knee-wonky, but hooking back feisty at her tormentress. Keibler's left hand low, but rangy and dangerous - she's snapping hooks off her front foot, easing to back (right) foot to bite hooks up top. Kaley risking more to get more - she's daring lanky lass' left, hoping to scorch Keibler's chin lead right hands. Kaley gutting Stacy with vicious, short, ripping left hooks - SO tidy off the front (left) foot against Keibler's tummy and ribs. Cuoco also adept at hooking while transitioning to right foot, catching Stacy's mouth, shaking Keibler's legs. Both women score - but Keibler's looking run down, shabby: Kaley's touches are sharper, cleaner.

R6: Keibler turning, trying to time Kaley for hooks, or catch her bounding out with the long right hand - Stacy's jab all but forgotten. Kaley circling, wheeling, pivoting - grin's in place now - she's chirping at a grimacing Stacy, recalling the Demi Moore fight with the bright-eyed taunting. Cuoco feinting, then stooping to jab Stacy's tummy, then stepping right while pulling the come-along hook under Stacy's chin. Lead right hands off feints catch Stacy staring - sending shudders through those peerless legs. When Stace covers up? Kaley edges in close over her left foot, doubling up that savage Ray Leonard hook to ribs - beating grunts of pain from Keibler's tightly pressed lips. Stacy slow on receipts, wobbled repeatedly throughout the round - but she's proving hard to chop down. Keibler staggering, mouth open, eyes haggard at the bell: Kaley prancing to her corner, offering a gleeful glance over her shoulder at her hurting opponent.

R7: Stacy: brave; hurt; breaking down. Kaley: vibrant; kinetic; sharp eyed, sharp-fisted. Keibler crying out now from hooks to her ribs - Cuoco's commitment down there absolutely dreadful - SO snappy. Keibler's hands low - Cuoco stepping right, feinting, then bending in those flashy lead rights, punching Stacy's face free of charge. In and out, in and out -Kaley's legs full of spring: Stacy's trembling, buckling. Midway through - Kaley circling, pounces from 3 feet away, drifts Keibs a gorgeous right across teeth: DOWN GOES KEIBLER! Stacy bopped, dropped - she's on her back, chest shuddering as she breaks down into woozy tears. Keibler beats the count, swaying on those magnificent legs, but ref waves it off - hugging the spluttering vixen against ropes for a TKO7 verdict.

After: Kaley strutting, hands high, face beaming: she said it - she did it. Crowd chanting 'STRETCH! HER! OUT!" over and over: Cuoco laughing hugging her friends as poor Stacy's led gingerly to her stool. "I knew once I put my 'Erica-beaters' on her, she wouldn't be able to take it," Cuoco chirps in postfight. "I hurt her, and that took her out of her game - there were a lot more opportunities for me after she went down the first time. The body was key - I'm snappin' to girls' bodies these day, and I'm loving it - just the way they cramp up and can't fight back after good body blows - it's awesome!"