Before: Welterweight division in tremendous shape - championship bout showcases a young, beautiful tournament winner against an equally vibrant young champion in her prime. "This ends as soon as Stacy stops dancing," Nadia grins, glowing regal at the podium. "Like a game of musical chairs. Could be the first round, maybe the second, but whatever - as soon as Stacy elects to stand and swap, she's going out. There's no way that flimsy body holds up under Nadia Bjorlin beef - no way. And then, since the FCBA has turned a blind eye to Stacy's post fight atrocities, I guess it's up to me to police the division. A champion sets the tone for the girls beneath her - a champion determines what's acceptable behavior, and Keibler's crossbodies have no future north of 130." Keebs a-beaming: she's battered 3 lovely and ferocious big women to get here - can she make it a fourth? "I agree with Nadia," Stacy grins, "this is going to end quick. Except, instead of me getting hurt, she's gonna walk into a right hand and go to sleep. I've never felt better, I've never looked better, and I can't WAIT to get to stretchin' on Nadia!" Girls nose to nose, nostrils flaring during staredown - bodies electric with the need to get off and subjugate. Nadia in lime green lace push up and panties, white gloves. Stacy in royal blue bikini, with big white polkadots - white gloves.

During R1: Nadia aggressive to midring, missing a swishing left/right side to side sweep as Stacy leans back long, out of range. Keebs back with a pokey right to Nadia's mouth - Stacy with her left hand dangling - just a contact punch to answer and score. Stacy lope-steps right, lifting the left off her hip to jab at Nadia's face, ruining a looping Bjorlin right. Stacy leans in a right - gets good extension: Nadia's head snaps to the side, feet stamping for balance - BJORLIN'S HURT! Stacy bares her teeth, extending the left to measure at Nadia's lips, then bends in a SHRIEKING right hand, cracking upside Bjorlin's head: NADIA GOES DOWN! Champ belted a quarter turn to her right, then dropped to her back - she's all stunned and spasmy, eyelashes fluttering as Stacy jogs perky to neutral corner. Bjorlin herky-jerky - kicking her legs and trying to sit up - she finally beats the count, swaying stoopid at the ropes. ON COMES STACY! Keibler pouncing all grins - loping in long - hands low and loose: she flips a pair of a snappy jabs at Nadia's mouth - brushing champ back. Nadia lifting her arms, crossing them high in a cranky don't-hurt-me guard: Stacy leans to her left, drags a sumptuous, slinging right hand fat and loud to Nadia's exposed ribcage. Bark of pain - Naddy B - arms jerk down, elbows in as she slides to her right along ropes. Stacy stepping-with - lifting the jab off her hip, snapping at Nadia, punishing her with it, then seeking whippy right hands to body or head. Nadia hits neutral corner in dismay - once against crossing her arms high: Stacy comes in off the jab, hoists a lanky right uppercut off her right foot, catching champ bingo onna chin. NADIA'S HURT! Bjorlin going loose, buttocks drooping onto turnbuckle - magnificent torso tilting forward as arms relax, drop out wide: STACY'S PASTING NADIA! Keibler gettiing long and lanky - vicious rising lefts and rights carve up and across, belting away on Nadia's sleepy face and BJORLIN GOES DOWN! Nadia stretching out on her tummy, fast asleep and it's OVER! KO1 in spectacular fashion - Stacy Keibler!

After: Stunning upset the result of two young gunslingers coming in determined to stop one aother: both left openings, and Stacy capitalized. Keibler yelping with pleasure, getting the ref to yank her mitts off, thereby cleverly occupying him: she quickly turns and drops to her knees off Nadia's left hip, reaching in and under to bull deadweight beauty onto her back. Groggy "No..." escapes Bjorlin's parted lips - she's dimly aware as Stacy squirms atop her crossbody.

Stacy's long, tanned legs scissor up Nadia's right arm - the hand open, palm up, helpless. Stacy gripping at Nadia's left wrist, stretching the arm out straight - but then Keibler draws her right hand back, pumping it down once, twice to punch thick and stamping to Nadia's firm belly mound. Spasms shiver through Nadia's thighs as her legs twitch in sympathy to the body blows - poor Bjorlin gasping "uh...uh..." as Keebs makes the deposits - then Stacy resumes grip on that left wrist to stretch Nadia out proper. Poor Nadia suffering under the weight, displayed and controlled - officials have to come to her rescue, yanking and pulling at Keibler's hard length.

Regal procession for Stacy afterwards as she struts the ring, accepting the belts onto her shoulders and hips, grinning and being pretty. Nadia slowly helped to her corner - first blood to Keibler in what promises to be a bitter struggle for big-girl supremacy going forward.