Before: "I'm not afraid of Vergara's power," Eva says in prefight, still heavy with Ghost Rider curves to match naturally bigger Sofia, "I welcome it. I lost to Cameron Diaz because she wouldn't engage me and I got impatient. Sofia will come to me, and I'll end her night Miami style. THAT'S what the people want to see - they don't want to watch me chasing a frightened piglet for 10 rounds." Anglo press making the well known A-list ingenue Mendes a heavy favourite - but Spanish language media has it much closer, largely on the strength of Sofia's buxom KO power. "I am no Jessica Alba," Vergara vows at the podium. "I come to fight and I come to win. Eva will be destroyed. Viva Sofia, viva Colombia - I will stretch Eva Mendes out!" Vergara in brown bikini with subtle little flower-petal embossing, white gloves. Eva in vivid yellow bikini, white gloves. Seething latina stare-down, Vergara pounding her gloves down atop Eva's VERY hard for the touch-up, nearly inducing a pre-fight brawl as Mendes won't tolerate Latinattude.

During R1: Vergara dukes collected beneath her chin, strides in with a healthy overhand right, grazing Mendes' chin and wobbling Eva's knees at the open. Eva jab-jabbing - elastic snap on poke as she wheels to her left, turning Vergara's flank. Sofia stepping her right foot forward, swings a massive left roundhouse, but Eva's lateral movement carries her away from it: right away we see Mendes' footwork much more educated than slugging Sofia's. Girls trade thumpathud left hooks to oversized latina juggs - pursed lips, hot-tempered scowling all around as both retreat off hard rack clout. Mendes slowly establishing range with that loose-limbed, heavy jab - stepping it in, finding Sofia's brow, knocking Vergara's skull back. Eva carrying her hands together at her chest - limber and rangy - she's stepping clockwise, spreading Vergara out - Mendes has the riot in check by the halfway point. In control, Eva starts dropping straight, elastic right hands up top, then RIPPING that sexy, bandy-armed hook fat to Sofia's waist and ribcage - simple right/lefts landing lusty, beating Vergara into a bit of a stupor. Sofia baring her teeth, snarling, but she's getting hit very, very hard here - Colombian doesn't seem to have a lot of answers as Eva rotates around, getting off sleek. Final moments, luscious, cranking pair of hooks take Sofia heavily in her body - Eva twitching hips-right, arching her back, stroking those babies in: poor Vergara groaning, cramping up in response. RIGHT HAND, MENDES! Rangy blast catches jaw as Eva leans in on her front (right) foot. LEFT HOOK, MENDES! Curling lick - Eva pulling the hook up off her thigh, across Sofia's temple to follow through past Mendes' right ear - sumptuous shot smashes Sofia's skull flat against her left shoulder and VERGARA GOES DOWN! Sofia sprawling to her back - massive rack a-sloshing to a widened, gravity-flattened halt: IT'S OVER! KO1 Eva Mendes.

After: Mendes blowing off either mitt like a pair of six-shooters - stepping over Sofia's picturesque rubble en route to corner - stunning whack puts Vergara on the Mendes mantlepiece alongside similarly demolished Alba. Vergara writhing on the canvas, hugging at her body, eyes shut tight - total, unexpected wreckage in the wake of devastating Mendes leather. Crowd euphoric: Mendes has the Biel-like quality of being able to deliver astonishing, electrifying performances when she wins - taking advantage tonight of a come-forward pitcher who's used to walking through enemy fire to get what she wants. As Vergara comes around - now soft and compliant in a KO haze - she gets walked: beaming Eva guiding her conquest around the ring with a strong right arm about the waist, waving regally with the left hand, stopping to pose for photos as Sofia tries to wish it all away. No mistaking who's the pre-eminent Latina superstar tonight: Mendes making sure everyone can compare the two in the aftermath.