Before: Near constant brawling in prefight - including one scrap which winds up on the Tractorpull correspondent's lap - sending all three figures crashing to the floor: it's a circus. "Hayden's scared," Ricci assures press during one moment of sanity. "And she's a bully - she's used to having her own way and she hates that I won't give in one inch. She slaps me, I'll punch her three times: whatever she does I'll give it back to her three times worse!"

Panettiere seething at podium - almost in tears at times from sheer need to get at Chris. "Ricci's the one who's made this such a mess," Panny insists. "She's been the bully, she's been the one starting things: I'm here to take her titles and that's it - she's the one trying to widen the conflict. This ends once we get in the ring. She can call me a choker all she wants - the bottom line is, I'm the one true 'li'l digger' and she's just a worn out old boot!" More scrapping: Ricci not about to let that boot comment stand.

Chris in midnight blue bikini; slick short ponytail; white gloves. Panny in red/white horizontal bar bikini; white gloves; hair in messy battle bun with bangs framing face.

DURING R1: GOOD LORD, THE DIGGING! Both fighters eyes blazing, nostrils flaring off their stools: they close, push-in shoulder to shoulder, set their feet and hips sturdy and just start savaging each other. Chrissy superbly braced, left shoulder in Panny's chest: Ricci digging a thick, sumptuous right hand into Panettiere's paunch - deliberately going at the thickness of Hayden. Panny responding in kind - just pushing in, cramming away, grunting into Ricci's shoulder as the girls work. Minute mark, both girls getting comfy in there - bumping the other off, then digging in combination to midsection/ribs. Upstairs, both are equally brisk and savage, taking turns clubbing each other about the ears and shoulders. Mostly they're looking to mine quit downstairs - bumping and slugging short, muscular pump to aching breadbaskets, throbbing ribs. Bell: They're still at it, teeth bared against each other's shoulders as they shuffle about, trying to find room. Ref pulls 'em apart, gives 'em a good shake: Ricci takes the opportunity to lift her right leg, toeing Hayden's right thigh across the referree's front - initiating another torrid scramble as official struggles to restore order.

R2: Girls close, push-in, get strong with each other, then look to punch in short, digging bursts. Turns being taken: first one, then the other bumping her foe off, the better to get at her tummy. Chins, legs proving sturdy: both girls take rude short uppercuts and hooks to head at close quarters - each responding in kind. More attrition to the body as girls commit utterly to shutting the other down: furious, pumping hup-hup all brawny little shoulders, stubby/rounded arms churning. Ricci alternating bumps and punches with little semi-clinches: just reaching under Hayden's arm to walk her around a bit. Nice bit of veteran craftiness helps Ricci take a bitterly contested, non-stop action round. Bell: both girls still cramming right hands into each other's tummy out of the clinch. Ref once again forced to impose order.

R3: Same again: neither girl interested in any fighting technique that doesn't involve closing with and engaging the enemy directly. Furious, grinding action - girls scrubbing each other with foreheads as each alternates what shoulder she wants to work off; shoulders writhe and bump; stubby arms pump. Steady pace - it's VERY active, but surprisingly professional: both girls trying to get feet and hips set before getting off into the other. Hayden steadily working Ricci backwards: HUGE roar from the crowd when Chrissy's back finally hits ropes at half way point. Ricci enraged, working her arms down inside Haydens to hug her up and twist her into ropes: Panettiere quickly doing the same to re-reverse Ricci back down. Final minute begins with an awesome digging assault upon Ricci's quivering paunch: Hayden head down, teeth bared as her arms pump back and forth, digging home a 6 punch burst. Ricci sits in ropes aghast, reaching to tie up behind Hayden's elbows: Panny won't have it. Hayden snarling, pushing out of Ricci's clinch, then hammering her way up torso - finishing up with a shoulder-shrugging burst against Christina's heavying breasts. Ricci cries out, morale collapsing: she's being routed! Hayden seething, digs a thick right hand to Ricci's gut, then braces Ricci upright with left hand palming Chrissy's right shoulder. Short right to the chin turns Chrissy's head aside; stuffing right in the tummy beats her breath out; short right hand to chin turns Chrissy's head aside again, dazing her badly. Right hand to belly - Hayden with the left hand pushing into Christina's right shoulder's preventing Ricci from going down...but she's OUT! Stop the fight reft - Hayden's piling on! Panny just working it - right hand to gut, right hand to chin, repeat: Chrissy slumping out, propped against ropes - she takes plenty of insurance leather before ref jumps in. TKO3 in barbaric fashion - for the winner, new, and first time champion - HAYDEN PANETTIERE!

AFTER: Ricci in stupor, gently taken to her stool where very few notice Sarah Carter slipping in close to whisper hateful venom before Christina's people can shoo her away. Hayden in tears - hands at her cheeks: she finally breaks through, wrenching the belts away from a mirror-image fighter in a furious display of iron will. "I knew it would be like that," Hayden says, arms out to either side as Foxfire attendant tensers up badly bruised ribs on camera. "As much as we were at each other's throats for the last few weeks, I knew Christina would be a little ball of fury inside, and I knew I'd just have to be more furious to win. I'm exhausted - that was like 10 rounds of body punching crammed into 3 - but I'm just so thrilled to have won this title. Now that I've got it, I never want to give it up. I feel like girls are going to have to hit me with a truck to get me beat now!"