Before: Hatred shrill in the air at the dais. Cruz standing, arms rigid at her sides, shrieking things like "You will beg me to stop, do you hear? YOU WILL BEG!" Naomi all gnashing teeth and flashing eyes, trying to claw her way past security to sink her talons into Penelope's hair - it's like Jerry Springer at it's worst.

"You all saw what happened last time," Naomi tells the press during a lull in the insanity. "I dominated Penelope - I battered her, I toyed with her - only an incompetent ref prevented me from posting a devastating victory over her. I won't make the same mistake twice - Cruz won't finish this fight."

Naomi in white bikini and bobbed hair from Huckabees - black bikini from Sahara, Penelope.

During R1: Naomi determined to impose her will, carving her way into Penelope with right hands. Watts landing the cross, then reaching in to palm Pene's shoulders - girls pushing at each other, punching at each other's faces out of the lock up. Pene forced to brawl, fighting back in spots, but it's Naomi committing, Naomi making the fight as she walks Cruz backwards, gets the better of sporadic, stop-and-go trade.

R2: Penelope able to establish a classier, more conventional look this round, stepping lively around a bright, darting jab. Naomi scowling as Cruz' small fists finds Aussie face - Watts leaning onto her back foot, hands up to swat and parry the incoming. Naomi sloping her right hand down into Pene's body, trying to bully Cruz again, but Pene doing a nice job sidestepping, engaging Naomi out at the end of her punches.

R3: Pene gets to Naomi - and how! Cruz beating Watts to right hands, bending into the shot, slamming Naomi's pretty face to the side - blonde backside jangling as Naomi stamps around groggy. Pene jabbing Watts to ropes, clanging away righty to chin, the chugging away downstairs, lighting Naomi's waist up with rich, pumping lefts and rights. Watts open mouthed, shocked to be so hurt: Cruz showing that power surge in the last fight no fluke as she gets to Aussie legs once again. Cruz pouring it on for one of her best rounds as a professional - jabbing Watts upright at the ropes, then going at her with systematic combinations, patiently beating wiry blonde up in her ribs and tummy, tidying up those arrogant breasts, then ringing up the chin hooks and uppercuts. Naomi brave under the assault: blonde essentially out on her feet, numb, reacting late and cringing as Penelope's fists take what they want, but Watts refuses to go down. Blonde swaying in the wind at the bell, face shiny, puffing up, eyes staring, but defiant: Cruz trembling, chest heaving - she's just punched herself out going all-in.

R4: Naomi surging back at Penelope - battered blonde trudging forward, fighting like she weighs 160 pounds now. Naomi getting off, then falling in, bodying up to walk Pene, push her around. Cruz open mouthed, exhausted - she can't hold her ground - just looking to wrap up tight and hold on for breaks. Midway through, robust, non-stop body punching from Naomi - blonde cheek on brunette left shoulder, lefts and rights dig-dig-digging away - poor Cruz slumps in the ropes and SINKS TO HER KNEES! Naomi's cheeks flushed, chest heaving - she shrieks down at ragged Penelope as ref gets involved, shoving weak-kneed blonde back. Wats sucking in great gulps of air in the neutral corner, then wading back in - she pours it to Cruz in the final minute with ringsiders roaring up out of their seats. Cruz sobbing behind her gloves, batted from one foot to the other, listing to one side or the other: Naomi baring her teeth, thrusting hateful leather into Penelope - multiple right hands to the body; left/right uppercut combos against the guard; digging hooks in behind the elbow. Watts puts a terrible beating on Cruz, but once again, punching looks worse than it is - Pene able to make it to the bell, stagger back to her corner for repairs.

R5: Naomi jabbing, opens Pene up and leans into that juicy right hand she's been getting on Cruz since she met her. Pene soaking it up, knees buckling - she's hurt, stooping forward behind her gloves, giving away her ribs and flanks on the cheap as Naomi gets busy. Watts mouthbreathing, palming up and resting on Pene in spots, but staying on the body with reefing right hands, often while holding Cruz' bicep with a stabilizing left hand. Cruz wobbly butt, but fighting back - girls often mouth-on-shoulder with each other, mindlessly trading to offending breadbaskets like a pair of go-go dancers locked in the same cage.

R6: Open mouths, tired eyes, determined fists - girls fall in to punish each other with increasing ferocity. Naomi goes to Pene's tits with scrubbing right hands, holding Cruz behind her right elbow with the left hand, forehead to forehead with the Spaniard as repeat business gets done. Cruz won't stand for jug-mugging - when it's her turn she claws at Naomi's breasts a swiping left hook while stepping to the right. They stand and hustle leather to one another's trembling guts: they kiss short right uppercuts off tired chins. Tempestuous two way round staggers and grinds to the bell and both girls keep gnawing at each other until ref reefs 'em apart. Cruz ekes out a desperate round - both girls spent shells of the beauties who began the fight.

R7: Naomi's got more left - she throws in her reserves in an effort to overwhelm Penelope. Cruz toe to toe, head to head, giving ground as girls trade to the body, hold and hit in sweaty confines. Ropes: Cruz starting to cover up, unable to answer back - she's shutting down mentally, no longer competing physically. Naomi spends the second minute punching Cruz to her body - thick right hands, clawing hooks, plenty of rubbing, mauling clinches to reset and rest while keeping Cruz under pressure. Down the stretch, Naomi shoe-shines Penelope's breasts, drawing a woozy sob of complaint: Watts' eyes aglow as she knows she's finally broken Cruz' spirit. Chin checks: Naomi curling multiple right uppercuts, left hand at her hip, just picking Cruz up as she stoops forward behind her mitts, gobbling. CRUZ GOES DOWN! Pene caught repeated tapping right hands on her chin just suddenly gives way - she's a lost little lamb, arms trembling as she cowers on all fours. IT'S OVER! Count passes Penelope by as Naomi struts the ring hands held high. KO7 in vindictive fashion - Naomi Watts.

After: Payback stoppage sweet indeed - Watts over to taunt and mock her battered foe - worn-out, puffy-eyed Cruz throws a waterbottle in tantrum and catfight breaks out once again! Wiry little brawlers immediately entangling, dropping to canvas rolling - bikinis show black on white, white on black as legs writhe, girls struggling to get on top - it's chaos. Officials finally disentangle the wriggling ball of vixen - girls still kicking at each other as they're separated.