Before: Liu, Tom, and Kelly Hu too - Jaime Pressly's been a fearsome Asian-slayer, hunting out the girls most would rather sidestep. "A lot of girls get a little hinky when Kelly or Lucy gives 'em that siamese cat glare," Jaime grins. "Not me - I like it. It gets my game up. And when I start breaking them down, it's so sweet to see the fight go out of these badasses. Kelly's a fool to be taking me on at this stage of her career. She ain't careful - I'll retire her." Hu glaring as promised - 40 something vixen wonderfully preserved and still-sleek - but how much longer can she continue to compete with the world's best? "I ruined Rachel McAdams," Kelly shrugs in answer to the question. "I think Jennifer Connelly's slowing down more than I am. When I look around, I still truly believe that I'm the class of the field. Jaime's up there - she's tough - but when I'm on, I'm still too much for her." Kelly in black two-piece kidd leather outfit - sporty low rise boy cut trunks, halter style top; black boxing boots; small black work out gloves; long low ponytail ala X-men 2. Jaime in sporty royal blue bikini - white waistband and white band beneath the jug line of the halter-style top; small white work out gloves; white boxing boots; slick battle braid hair.

During R1: Rangy, classy leg early as girls dance the ring. Boxing shoes squeaking on canvas as lithe vixens push off balls of feet. Kelly darting a feather-lite, but lightning quick jab: Jaime weaving and ducking, making it miss. Not a lot of clean contact - gloves making whispering contact on near-misses as both vixens prove way too elusive to get tagged in a feeling out first.

R2: Brisk hand technique; squeaking footwork as girls use the ring. Kelly spritzing jabs - darting 'em in series, then dropping tidy right hands behind - neatly turning over right (back) foot as she turns into the cross. Jaime slipping to either side - very supple-waisted - digging a firm counter-hook to Kelly's ribs under the odd Hu right hand. Kelly a little busier - making her breaks: Pressly content to sit and wait for the openings.

R3: Kelly up on her toes, rotating clockwise around that frisky jab. Jaime weaving poke - constantly moving her head - staying on Kelly's ribcage. Blonde the aggressor, dippin' n' diggin' to either side - getting firmer touches on Kelly now. Hu's eyes narrowing - she's definitely running latter half the round, not anxious to get into it with Pressly toe-to-toe.

R4: Similar stuff - Kelly determined to fight at range, never stops moving. Hu doubling and tripling the jab - rarely landing it flush, but keeping Jaime on the defensive. Hu's sudden slicing right hand finding the mark - small glove contact cracking against Pressly's temple, cheek or hairline as Kelly turns neatly into oily delivery. Hu's anticipation uncanncy - she bounds out of range at will - changing directions, bouncing off ropes with feline grace.

R5: Jaime utilizing her jab more to answer Kelly's footwork - blonde cutting off the ring, getting better angles of attack. Jaime continuing to rip tidy-biting rights and lefts off Kelly's ribcage and tummy - blonde snatching her mitts off golden brown flesh to spanking effect. Girls so nimble and quick getting off one-twos - neatly dipping to the left after delivery, then trying to come back the sudden hook from crouch. Jaime getting the better of the hot-tossing sharpshooting - Kelly struck for the first time on her face, beaten off her stance once or twice and hounded effectively to bell. Jaime wheeling abruptly at the break - viciously braiding Kelly across the eyes as Asian lass cries out. Instant fine and stern warning for Jaime: braiding a much more serious offence than the insulting-but-harmless ponylash.

R6: Jaime penetrating off her jab - enjoying longer stretches of frisky toe-to-toe, banging out the exchanges. Kelly digging in and fighting hard - she's not shying away from Jaime's ribcage as the girls dip n' dig in pleasing syncopation. Jaime coming off the body with a supple little left uppercut, clipping Kelly's chin: probably the difference-maker in a close round.

R7: First minute: Jaime uptempos, jabbing head and body on Kelly, stepping over to cut off the ring - Kelly's herded to ropes. Second minute: Pressly stalks Kelly at the apron - stepping with Hu, jabbing her to pin her down, then ripping in with combinations. Fearsome spank on Jaime's withering right hand lashes to body; meanspirited dig on her left uppercut to sternum or left hook to liver. Hu not answering, grimacing as the body touches add up: she's showing closed stance - trying to point her left shoulder at Jaime while shoulder-rolling and slipping. Final minute - Pressly batters Kelly. Jaime with a fierce, hardworking grin as she tears it up - hands roaming on Kelly - fists ripping at body, twisting at cheek, bouncing off skull. Hu leaning into ropes, bending this way and that - anything to relieve the pressure, but her defensive reflexes look just a smidge slow. Bad beating for Kelly busts her up, put her wobbly butt: Jaime looking over the damage at the bell with harsh satisfaction in her eyes.

R8: Shutout Jaime Pressly - she's got Kelly on the run. Hu's beautiful face swelling badly - right eye closing - lips crimped tight in pain as she tries to leg out the minutes. Jaime stalking - pouncing in the odd lead right hand, but still making responsible use of the jab to steer Kelly to ropes for torrid flurries. Jaime's legs springy as ever - scooting her in and out at will: blonde abs ripping in relief as she twists into punches, really putting on a hard-body clinic on poor Kelly. Hu slumping on her stool during the break, wincing in agony as enswell applied to her battered eye: Jaime upbeat, perky in the Krusher corner.

R9: Kelly elects to stand and trade: running hasn't been working for her. Glorious, hardhearted two-way - doesn't get much snappier or prettier than this as girls snatch and lick away. Vicious, gouging hooks bounce off stubborn tummies, then double to chins. Both girls twist into withering right crosses, catching the opposing left cheek with crack. Jaime bouncing the left, then the right off Kelly's left eye, drawing oohs and ahhs from the crowd - Hu slinking back to the ropes after those touches, lips bitterly discouraged. Pressly's pursuit heartless: Kelly can't disengage - she's forced to trade tit for tat as girls swap it up compact to bell.

R10: Kelly all busted up, but grimly determined to go out a warrior: aging beauty spits jabs midring, rings up Jaime a feisty right cross to buckle Pressly's knees at the open. Jaime right back into Kelly's body with a snapping right/left - then both girls miss vicious hooks ticketed for chin. Back and forth - girls setting down now, bobbing at the waist, moving heads to either side as they punch, combining offense with defense. Once in a while - Kelly will pivot - always staying in punching range, but neatly turning either Pressly flank to keep Krusher under pressure. Sizzling hot give and take sees Kelly outpunch Jaime - Hu deploying a gorgeous double hook body and head to take the round. Bell: Hu chests up and lets Jaime hear it - Pressly right back at her as tempers flare late. Comes back UD10, Jaime Pressly.

After: Kelly's puffy, battered face says it all: she was brave, stubborn and skillful - but Jaime P took her apart tonight. "I outclassed Kelly Hu," Jaime says with a smirk, "then I busted her ass up. She's done - she's still got enough game to get by on a Connelly or a Dushku - but ain't no way she's hanging with Jaime P from now on. You wanna call me the "Asian-slayer" - be my guest. I've pretty much swept those girls out of contention all by my lonesome!"