BEFORE: Nichols terribly excited to be center of attention at long last: summer of blockbuster roles and big wins has red head flying high. "I guess you could call me a bit of a Krusher-killer," Nichols giggles, referencing her tough-girl touch up of Katherine Heigl. "Olga's gonna be my second straight taste, and I have to admit: I'm lovin' it! I think I'm too strong now for any model: Olga's all bendy-backed and wiry, but she should have a stamp across her chest saying 'FRAGILE'!" Olga steaming - anxious to put an end to redhead braying. "Rachel's muscles do not impress me," Kurylenko seethes - gypsy eyes blazing. "My legs will fly in this fight - she will not touch me with her punches, while I shall take what I want. Promise!"

Olga in purple bikini with ring connections; black gloves; wild gypsy-tangle black tousle. Rache with soft red locks loose; black push up and panties; black gloves.

R1: Girls meet midring, Rachel aggressive behind the jab, working her way inside and unleashing flurries of hooks to the head and body. Olga using her speed to avoid most of these blistering shots and occasionally countering with quick flurries of jabs and crosses of her own. Nichols undeterred, charging forward, trading shots, forcing Olga to leg it out. Olga fighting back in spots, content to pepper Rachel with jabs and retreat back to the outside. Cat and mouse game as Rachel stalks Olga.
 
R2: Similar to the first. Olga opting to hit and run, evading the heavier hitting Rachel. Nichols getting frustrated by Kurylenko’s tactics, charging recklessly forward, eating high jabs as she lands short 1-2 sequences of hooks to the body slowing Olga down. Kurylenko covering up, blocking most of Nichols barrage. Hard cross Olga! Nichols backs up, allowing Olga to unleash a sequence of lashing, wide right hands to the body, Nichols regaining her composure, storms forward with high flurries. Olga unable to slug it out for long opts to retreat back to the outside. Rachel in pursuit, teeth bared, Olga continually vexing her with in and out jabs.
 
R3: Olga quickly off her stool, peppering Rachel with high jabs and crosses, forcing her back. Kurylenko circling, peppering her stronger foe from outside and putting her on the defensive before retreating. Rachel circling, occasionally countering with jabs of her own, but unable to close the distance. Final minute sees Rachel lunging forward, coutering high Kurylenko jabs with stiff hooks of her own. Girls trading jabs and hooks, Olga coming out ahead, able to weave away from Nichols power shots and counter with crosses of her own.
 
R4: Kurylenko quick off her stool, charges forward with her right chin level, left at jug. Olga unleashing flurries of hooks to the body landing several shots to the ribs. Kurylenko seething, teeth clenched, eyes blazing with hatred. Rachel covering up, waiting for an opening. Second minute: Nichols holding her ground, on the defensive, Olga storming forward with flurries of jabs and hooks. Nichols calmly countering with jabs of her own, and the occasional uppercut to Olga’s exposed body. Kurylenko round as Olga is clearly the aggressor.
 
R5: Girls meet midring, exchanging jabs and hooks, trying to force the other to retreat. Rachel peppering Olga with crushing hooks to the body, Olga countering with high hooks to the eye, gradually forcing it to swell. Power vs. finesse as neither girl is able to fully conquer the other’s strengths. Second minute: Nichols body barrage gradually wearing down Olga. Kurylenko unable to maintain her speed or offensive output, clinching to regain lost stamina and give her aching body a rest. Rachel wrapping her up, punishing Olga with thudding shots to the ribs before ref breaks 'em up. Rachel able to keep Olga close, forcing her to cover up with sequences of high right crosses and low-slung hooks. Olga covering up, occasionally answering back with compact left uppercuts to Rachels jugs and belly, Nichols scowling, taking some hard shots while landing several of her own. Bell : Olga collapsing on her stool, grimacing as trainers work her scorched body. Nichols grinning, chirping "I hurt her!" as trainers apply enswell to her eye.
 
R6: Rachel storming off her stool, hurling high hooks into a reeling Olga. Kurylenko’s legs holding up well, but Olga’s taking a severe beating as Rachel lathers her with compact hooks to ribs; high crosses to pate. Kurylenko in retreat, desperately trying to avoid Rachel’s onslaught. Nichols stalking Olga, tormenting her along the ropes with chin-seeking right uppercuts; left hooks to the body. Kurlenko’s speed saving her, Olga spinning off the ropes, evading Rachel’s high shots, allowing her to jab in retreat. Kurylenko on the run, poking away with the jab before withdrawing. Spirited stuff at the bell as Rachel's trying to bull forward, met by galloping, slender-limbed romp to the body from seething Olga.
 
R7: Olga slow off her stool, establishing the jab early. Nichols unable to close the distance, forced to circle. Kurylenko gaining confidence, peppering Nichols with stiff jabs high followed by rangy hooks to the body. Rachel storming forward, exchanging shots with Olga, forcing her to retreat. Each time Olga returns to the jab, bouncing sequences off Rachel’s eye and scalp. 2nd minute: Olga continuing to jab away at Nicols, keeping her at bay, high flurry leads to a mouse under Rachel's left eye. Olga taking advantage, peppering her with flurries and working the occasional right cross straight to the body before retreating. Rachel fuming, hair loose over her cut eye, unleashing banging sequences to the body before Olga can retreat to the outside.
 
R8: Olga gallops midring, trading jabs and hooks with Rachel. Nichols relying too much on her right, telegraphing her punches. Olga unloads a sharp hook up into sternum...Rachel's hurt! Kurylenko seizing the opportunity to work Nichols body, touching her up with clawing hooks to ribs and belly: mitts sticking in sweaty meat, denting taut beef. Rachel a confused beauty, covering up high, whimpering into her gloves as she is paralyzed to the body. BUT SUDDENLY: RACHEL! Hard hook/uppercut combination forces Olga to retreat all goggle-eyed. Nichols in pursuit, visibly slowed by the earlier barrage. Rachel trying to close the distance and unleash her power shots, but unable to keep staggering Olga close.
 
R9: Rachel teeth clenched, eyes blazing, storms off her stool and charges forward under a sailing Kurylenko jab. Nichols punishing Olga to the body, forcing her to bob and weave, desperately trying to avoid booming body shots. Rachel follwing this blistering attack with occasional hooks to the head, forcing Olga to cover up. Nichols going to town, turning Kurylenko’s toned belly day-glo pink. Olga occasionally countering with left hooks but unable to turn the tide. Kurylenko mouth-breathing, attempting to clinch in desperation, but constantly rebuffed by piercing Nichols' rights.
 
R10: Rachel confident, peppering Olga with stiff, pumping jabs: Kurylenko weaving away, countering with hooks to the body while keeping right hand at cheek. Ferocious exchange mid ring, Nichols swinging recklessly, trying to drop Olga, Kurylenko countering with hooks to the belly and ribs, forcing Nichols to drop her hands a bit. Olga peppers Rachel a brace of jabs before retreating back to the outside. Kurylenko jabbing away from the outside, forcing Nichols to come to her. Rachel storming forward taking tuff to the body as Olga evades her overhand rights. Nichols storming forward, eventually backing Kurylenko into a corner. Nichols anxiously unleashes a sequence of hard shots high allowing Olga to weave-underneath and respond with a sequence of hooks/lashing rights to the body. Kurylenko retreating back to the outside, re-establishing control of the perimeter, legging it out. Rache dogged in pursuit, but can't bring decisive battle: fight goes to cards, comes back a hardfought UD10.

After: Fighters straining to get at one another all flashing eyes/bared teeth/straining chests - officials keep 'em separated. "I played with this woman," Olga sneers in postfight. "Tortured her, touched her at will. So much for the so-called Krusher-killer: Rachel Nichols was a Krusher plaything tonight!" Nichols steaming, rosey-cheeked in her post-fight interview. "I totally let her slip away!" Rache says, clearly disgusted with herself. "There's no question I controlled Olga - I was having my way, and I just let her off the hook. I think it was a blown call by the judges, but still: I should have kept it out of their fumbling hands. Olga Kurylenko has no business going the distance with a woman like me!"