Before: "I'll batter Keibler," Cindy proclaims at the podium, oozing big-girl confidence, "then I'll sweep Bjorlin aside and take what's mine. It's all falling into place for me, and once the throne is mine again, I'll make this division groan like it's never groaned before! Welterweight butts are in for a kicking, let me tell you. It's going to be a golden era of Cindy Crawford domination - I'll fight till I'm 50 - there's nobody here who can..." on and on - Cindy brash, bold, loving her hotness - listening to her can be mesmerizing, but Stacy's not buying it. "I'm sick of Cindy's bragging," a fuming Keibler declares. "At first, I was cheering for her - she was an idol of mine and I loved it when she came back looking so good. But now she's unbearable - she's just another loud mouth bully. She's a relic - an antique, and you know what? I think it's pathetic that Cindy's still fighting! There, I said it!" Crawford in leopard print bikini, black gloves. Stacy in royal blue bikini, large white polkadots, white gloves - hair in long blonde battle braid. Nadia Bjorlin resplendent at ringside - she's set up on an actual throne, clearly enjoying the hard road her opponents are traveling to get to her.

During R1: Cindy on Stacy with a firm, stiff, regal jab - really spanking Stacy's face, pre-empting her, breaking her rhythm. Crawford lope-stepping left, eyes calm/thoughtful - piercing Stacy's loose defence, pretty much helping herself to Keibler. Stacy unable to hop-in and get off - she's setting up wide-stance, jabbing-with and trying to play chess with Crawford. Cindy easily working her blonde around the ring, clinching as necessary, boxing Stacy senseless. Crawford warned for stomping Stacy's toes in one clinch.

R2: More Crawford class - she's big and methodical - stepping in the jab, pivoting clockwise, turning Keebs midring. CC feinting the odd jab up top, then lancing it down into Keibler's flat sternum area: loud spank off the shot as Cindy's really driving in off that back (right) big toe. Keebs glaring, fuming, but not doing much: she's running into poke, getting disorganized, not getting her lather on. Cindy keeps the pace thoughtful, dictates style and tempo, takes a breezy second.

R3: Similar stuff - you can see Stacy champing at the bit to pour in and whale - but she's getting pre-empted, clinched, turned and bamboozled, then poked hard for points as Crawford stays classy. Cindy basically boxing conventional from outside - stern jabs setting up swift right crosses; body jabs keeping Stacy guessing; pivoting footwork keeping the blonde midring. Crawford clinching as soon as Stacy jumps in - brunette big on her blonde, walking her to ropes and pinning her down for ref's breaks. At one such moment - Cindy releases, then leans back in with a cheap right elbow to pit of Stacy's tummy: Keibler shouting, doubling up - ref jumping in with harsh warnings for Cindy. Crawford's eyes crystalline as she stalks neutral corner while Stacy's given a moment to compose herself.

R4: Pretty Stacy's lumping up. Cindy's found a home for that long, strong jab - punching it against Keibler's face over and over again. Right hands starting to narrow in - Cindy leaning in and grazing Keibler's chin as blonde's leaning back - only Stacy's length keeping her safe from serious chin-checks here. Keebs still off balance, but showing a lot of heart - when she can, she gallops her arms against Cindy's torso, or occasionally tries to jab-with - both with some success. Crawford's the one in-rhythm however, dictating the exchanges, managing the ring. At one point - Cindy's clinching with a neck-clasp, pulling Keibler's head forward as blonde is driven back into ropes. Crawford elects to lift the broad, tanned plane of her left thigh up into Stacy's tasty ribs: ref right in there - pushing Cindy off, giving her a terrible finger-waggle. Keibler hugging her body, blinking back tears - as hurt as she disillusioned by Cindy.

R5: Stand and deliver slugging from Cindy: she's feels it, she wants it - now she's going after Stacy with hardhearted intentions. Keibler puffy, but still very strong-legged: she's not as broken down as Cindy assumes - glorious long-armed slugging results as girls get lanky midring. STACY'S STARTING TO SCORE! Crawford stunned as she eats a lariat right across her jaw; stumbling when Stacy's hook licks across mouth; covering up and baby-stepping forward with a gangly Keibler right uppercut splits the mitts. Keebs loose-limbed and free swinging - loping to her right, teeth bared - she's leaning in and out on long legs, lashing powerstrokes at Cindy, bouncing fists off supermodel head. CRAWFORD'S WOBBLING! By the midway point, Cindy's legs are giving way - she's shabby, stumbling around, trying to keep her hands up - but Stacy's busting her lanky! Keibs leaning in with slinging rights over top; backhanding the right as she's poised on her left (front) foot, then torquing on the wide, whippy hook. Cindy catching wallop and shellack - unable to answer in kind and CRAWFORD GOES DOWN! Cindy on all fours, belly panting in and out as she tries to rally wide-eyed on the mat: Stacy hooting, stomping away and playing to the crowd as poor Crawford gamely beats the count. Final moments majestic seconds of triumph for Keibler: she's got Cindy cringing in earmuff, sitting in ropes, stooping forward helpless under a sheeting rain of long blonde leather. Ref has to push seething Keibler back after bell - Cindy's cut at the hairline, astonished.

R6: Did Crawford get old last round? She's not upbeat off her stool - sliding away to her right, looking shopworn and haggard. Stacy hopping-to - very fresh legged - she bears down on Cindy, flicking out a pesky range-finding jab to coax Crawford to ropes. Keibs attacking Cindy at the apron - blonde crouching in wide stance - jabbing to body, jabbing to chest, jabbing to head - right hand cocked. Cindy grimacing, keeping dukes up - trying to block body poke with her elbows and leaning back into ropes to evade head poke. RIGHT HAND STACY K! Keibs setting it up with a jug-jabbing left hand, leans in and fetches Cindy a terrible clout to chin: Crawford's head whiplashing around - torso bending over top rope, then slinging forward - CRAWFORD GOES DOWN! Cindy stretched out on her super-model belly, 3 sheets to the wind - IT'S OVER! KO6 Stacy Keibler.

After: Keibs jumping around hysterically, yanking her gloves off - she wants at that big beautiful brunette before officials can clean Cindy up. Stacy kneeling in off Cindy's slumbering left flank - pushing into the deadweight and rolling Cindy to her back as Crawford gives with a cranky, KO'd little moan of complaint. Stacy securing cross-body: legs scissoring up Cindy's right arm - tummy hard across Crawford's heaving chest - hands white-knuckle gripping Cindy's left wrist. OH, she's stretching Cindy out, gulping her hips against Cindy's chest, bobbing her head like a maniac. Poor Crawford helpless and old on her back - lifting her legs sloooowly and kicking them out uselessly - her heels thumping on canvas in pathetic answer to the crossbody. Keibler crowing, really pouring it to Cindy with gusto: Stace using up every last drop of dignity this legendary brunette has left. Bjorlin screaming in outrage, demanding officials do something: this kind of thing gives Stacy WAY too much camera time and attention - it's unspeakable.