Before: "I won't be satisfied with a decision," frowns a very serious Stacy K in prefight. "I won't feel like I've beaten her until she's stretched out beneath me, trapped and crying, begging me to let her go. This is where I finally pass Torrie for good - we're definitely getting it done on her in this fight." Wilson equally as motivated - just the sight of Stacy so close has Torrie fidgetting. "Things have come to a head with Stacy," Wilson admits. "She's been a lot more vocal in the press about me lately, and it's just time to shut her up. The way I look at it - I took this kid under my wing at the WWE, showed her how to work a photo shoot, showed her how to survive on the road 300 nights a year - and all she can think about is tearing me down. Stacy's a cheap little ingrate and I'm gonna put her in her place big time." Stacy in royal blue bikini with bit white polkadots; small white gloves; long low ponytail. Torrie in black bikini; small white gloves; hair tied off her face, long down her back and shoulders.

During R1: Midring - Stacy baring her teeth as she pings elastic jabs; Torrie jabbing back feisty to Keibler's chest. RIGHT HAND, STACY K! Shocking blast jolts Torrie's head hard to starboard: Wilson's knees buckle - she blunders forward in a fog. RIGHT UPPERCUT, STACY K! Keibler arching her long back, curling outside-in with the punch, picking Torrie up huge and sending her careening past Stacy's left shoulder. Torrie hits ropes, earmuffs up as she's turning groggily around: Keibler pouncing, gallops amidships with a long-armed lashing of lefts and rights. Torrie groaning, cramping up under small-mit impacts to firm tummy and stout ribs. STACY'S SAWING RIGHT UPPERCUTS! Stace weight on right foot, suddenly goes right uppercut crazy, working the punch up and down, brushing Torrie open-mouthed against the ropes. MORE GALLOPING TO TORRIE'S BODY! Keibler unleashing - lanky lefts and rights lapping at Wilson's midsection, buckling her forward "Ohhhhh!" Stacy lathering away - Torrie's knees bennnnding under the beatdown and STACY GOES DOWN! Torrie suddenly erupting from the crouch after absorbing blows to her flanks: neat-as-you-please swinging hook clanks off Stacy's chin, startling her, dropping her to back! Wilson staggering, but roaring down - ref has to body her back as Keibler writhes to get off her back. MAYHEM! Wilson wades in after Stacy's reeling 8, stuffing a close right hand to the pit of Keibler's flat tummy; clubbing Keebs right ear the left hook. Torrie in there big and brawny, belting away - Stacy stooped forward behind her mitts, sitting in ropes - TAKING A PASTING! Crowd going insane - Torrie's face enraged as she pummels helpless blonde meat - Keibler crying out and trusting her legs to ride this out. Bell: Torries still hammer-fisting Keibler across her back - Stacy falls to all fours as ref's bodying snarling Wilson back.

R2: More tentative, cautious - Torrie stung from Stacy's early onslaught, and arm weary from her own; Keibler nearly succumbing to her foe's heavy hands wants no part of Torrie close up. Keebs leggy, stepping right - she's stooping, reaching stiff left jabs into Torrie's abdominals with bright tart "PAKK!" impacts. Stacy shaky/worried throughout first minute - but Torrie just turns, scowls behind raised mitts - Keibler's confidence comes back. Stacy picking away, nibbling at Torrie's body, wicking away the strength, then loping away from trouble. Wilson stomping forward at times, recklessly slugging at Stacy's head: Keibler retreating to ropes, then bending low to reach in and clinch before Wilson can churn away. Keibler stabilizes her front, touches Torrie well and firmly to torso for points.

R3: Stacy well outside - using her height, reach and legs to maximum effect. It's a disciplined Stacy - just stooping to reach in stiff poke, then getting out of dodge - Torrie's late on receipts when she bothers to toss back at all. Wilson scowling - she's cranky, vexed - Keibler refusing to engage toe-to-toe as expected. From the second minute on - Stacy mixes in spearing right hands to the chest and stomach as well - shafting, rifling blows with Stacy's full weight behind them put Torrie on her heels in discomfort. Near the end, cranky Torrie bleats "Just stand and fight me, Stacy!" Keibler grinning, shakes her head, shouts: "Uh-uh!"

R4: Torrie recalls her jab - thrusting it at Stacy's face: Keibler pulling away from poke, allows herself to be hounded to ropes. Torrie able to muscle-up, get position on Stacy's chest and maul her here: Wilson showing good big-girl instincts, using her body to keep Stacy pinned down. Short, clubbing lefts and rights pile up on Keibler's ribcage, tummy and biceps - Torrie crowding in close, bumping her shoulders, staying busy. Stacy's turn to fret and be cranky - she stays covered up best she can - trying to dip-n'-rip the odd uppercut from either foot while leaning back into ropes for room. Keibler clinching smart - pulling Torrie's head down: Stacy doing a good job of minimizing the damage, though it's Wilson's round wide.

R5: Stacy back to tummy poke - loping rangy: her legs are starting to embarrass Torrie. Wilson strong on her feet, squaring up ready to slug - but she's getting pre-empted to the body and confused by Stacy's evasive stick-and-move. Rifling right hands down into the body aren't doing Torrie any good: she's grunting, getting moved by the shots - Stacy really leaning those babies in and hurting Wilson downstairs. Torrie not shutout - occasionally able to slam away wide to Stacy's shoulders and flanks when Keibler drifts into ropes: Stacy quickly clinching head-and-arm, continuing to show good discipline through 5.

R6: TORRIE CLIPS STACY! Nice hook-out-of-the-crouch again - Torrie absorbing a body blow against her flank, then catching Keibler as Stacy's loping to her right. Keibler wide-eyed, mouth open as her feet stamp around: she catches Torrie coming in with a right uppercut to stymie Wilson's finishing run.

Stacy hooks Torrie's mouth lanky: Keibler pulling the shot around as she twists-right, hands low.

Torrie's shook, but stays in there, hooking Stacy inside her left shoulder, then dropping a tasty right hand to Stacy's mouth. Keibler's legs give a shimmy, feet coming almost parallel.

Crowd roaring to it's feet as both women sway hurt on the spot, slopping punches toe-to-toe.

Stacy torso-twists right, pulling the hook across Torrie's face: both vixens try for short, chopping right hands to chins - DOWN GOES TORRIE! Terrible, jolting blast as Stacy juuust beats Torrie to the punch - Wilson's legs giving way at the knee - she collapses and sprawls out on her back, face all crimped in shock. Stacy staggering, bellowing down - Torrie outstretched, hands up above her head - legs instinctively lifting and kicking out as though to fight off a pin attempt. AND WILSON STAYS DOWN! Too much for Torrie: she can't shake off Keibler's right - KO6 Stacy K.

After: Keibler shrieking with delight, yanking off her mitts and pouncing down on poor hurting Torrie without a trace of pity. Stacy's long legs scissor up Torrie's right arm; Stacy's long fingers take white-knuckle grip around Torrie's left wrist - strrrrrretching poor Wilson out in the cross body. Torrie sobbing aloud - legs kicking up and out - feet pushing against canvas - knees flopping side to side, but there's no dislodging Stacy. Keibler loving it on Torrie - gulping hips against Wilson's straining chest; nodding head savagely. Wilson finally breaking down into shuddering tears of submission, wailing for Stacy to let her up. Officials move in, tugging and pulling at Keibler's strong limbs - Stacy very stubborn, doesn't let loose of Torrie without a struggle.