Before: "Monica's the strongest, most alluring fighter to come out of Italy since Loren," assures one Euro-beat scribe in the pages of Celebrity Ring. "She's spent most of her career taking her enemies to bed and smothering them out - that hasn't always made for a happy transition to boxing. Monica's slow of foot - she's got good hands, but isn't busy - and you wonder about her stamina these days. But she's thunderously strong, especially in the clinch - and in the welterweight division, that's always been enough to secure a championship." Tweed maybe the hardest hitting Playmate this side of Anna Nicole at her strongest - veteran blonde loves her chances against Monica, and against the rest of the division as well. "When I saw Brook Hogan and Kimmie Stewart's names being bandied about - I knew I had to get into this," Shannon smirks. "I can take a championship against this crowd, and I'd like that." Monica in mauve lace bra and panties, small black gloves - long black hair with bangs (ala Shoot 'em Up). Shannon in white lace bra, baby blue bikini bottoms; small white gloves.

During R1: Slow clockwise rotation - both big women taking little shifting steps, keeping weight on back (right) feet. Slow upperbody moves as the women crouch down, then straight, changing up level. Heavy jabs one at a time - spanking with sandbag heft against tummy and breasts. Occasional hopping steps from Tweed, then she'll go back flat-footed to work as a gun platform. Both women keeping right hands close to cheek - Tweed's left hand slightly lower, prepped to stamp-jab; Monica's left moving from chest height, to across her waist - she's bringing jabs from a number of angles. Good loud contact to torsos and arms, with frequent tie ups. Ref pushing pale, heavy bodies apart: girls fighting with cranky little frowns as they measure each other in the first.

R2: Same pace - largely same style. Stooping crouches, some pawing or measuring left hands in amongst the heavier jabs. Tweed a little more active - getting off to Monica's belly mound with rich, swinging, thudding rights and lefts - clouting Bellucci as Italian's earmuffed up. Monica turning, grumpy - still placing her jab on tummy or upperchest, knocking Tweed off stride. Clinching after almost every serious engagement - big women reaching under each other's arms, muscling each other to ropes for breaks. Shannon getting the better of the punching: Bellucci generally brawnier in the clinches - Tweed's round.

R3: Tweed looking comfy. Both girls can punish with the jab - but Shannon's freer with hers. Monica showing earmuff, tilting forward and waiting on Shan - basically inviting Tweed to thump away beefy right/lefts to paunch. Tweed's body blows thick and loud - gorgeous shellacking wallop being applied to that curvy pale waistline of Monica's: Bellucci sullen, taking without complaint - walking Tweed down at a snail's pace. Muscular, writhing clinches invariably see Monica wrestling Tweed to ropes - but Bellucci not working in there, just making Tweed take weight until ref's break.

R4: Same pawing, exploratory stuff up top - same wary, flat footed circling; suddenly Monica shows her underated handspeed. Clubbing right finds Shannon's temple; clouting hook toggles her chin, doubles up thumping across breasts - Shannon sent wobbly-butt to ropes. Monica wading in - reaching under blonde arms, chesting Tweed heavily to ropes. Bellucci snaking left arm round behind Shan, anchoring her for several plugging, close-in right hands to tummy. Groaning clinch from Tweed finally brings ref in: as he pushes 'em apart, Shannon's grimacing. Monica stalking Shan at the apron - Italian jabbing from a slight crouch - just cycling in the poke, then unleashing the heavy right cross up top. Tweed blocking shots, laying back on ropes: she's not answering. Monica landing some loud, sandbagging hooks against tummy now - beating the breath from Shannon: Bellucci always reach in, tieing up, chesting Tweed to ropes to stack her up after working the body. Bell: Tweed mouth breathing - clubbing abuse applied by Monica taking effect through 4.

R5: Tweed snarling, thumping away jabs to Monica's Belluccis: Mon walking through it, releasing an oily, deceptively quick right hand over top to spook Shan to ropes. Shannon upright - face-in-gloves: Monica starting to square away and methodically go to the ribcage, splattering away beefy to either flank. Tweed's stomach on sale - Mon getting in there with rude, plugging right hands out of the wrap, then leaning on Tweed for ref's breaks. Both women breathing hard - ref sweating and redfaced from the pushing he's having to do to break-em - but Monica's coming forward always and everywhere. Heavy, clubbing punishment mostly one-way: Bellucci not busy, certainly not wild - but the systematic clobbering beginning to dampen Shannon's spirits.

R6: Monica coming forward, punching her way in, tieing up, walking Shan to ropes. Tweed grunting from body blows, tieing up Monica's arms: Bellucci always leaning forward, smothering Tweed for breaks as blonde sags into ropes. Monica's clout to tummy awesome to behold - thick, rich, belting swings - big fat spanks singing out: Tweed shying away with how-could-you eyes, quivering lips. Monica laying on Shannon, slowly pushing her to one knee - ref warning Italian about it, but Mon's only got eyes for Shannon. Tweed's legs trembly - she needs ropes for support now, and she's no longer punching back: Shan just tieing up behind the elbows; pushing against Monica's heavy lats; hugging Mon around her ribs. Shannon frequently resting her left cheek on Monica's broad left shoulder as the girls cuddle up - Mon pressing Tweed to ropes for breaks.

R7: Monica just walking Shannon down, clobbering her, hitting her in the body, grappling with her, getting breaks, then walking her down again. Tweed just fighting a slow, agonizing retreat all around the ring - never getting rung up dramatically, but it's all adding up on her aging chassis. Midway through - girls wriggling in a clinch: Monica suddenly flashes a short right uppercut - picking Tweed's face up drowsy. Shan's arms still extended to clinch, but not tieing up: Bellucci wide-eyed as she leans in, drifts a short right cross to chin, swivelling Tweed's head. DOWN GOES SHANNON! Tweed crashing to her back - backs of her hands bouncing off canvas above her head as her legs stretch out all limp deadweight. Shannon fast asleep: that's KO7 Monica B.

After: Bellucci doing what she does best - sponging up some thick American shock early, drawing Shan into a quagmire of clinches and heavy body blows, then slowly using the blonde up from there.