Before: Torrie slaps Kristanna just as soon as it's feasible - you can take the girl out of wrestling, but you can't take the wrestling out of the girl as prefight descends into chaos. "I didn't want her strutting around like it's the Kristanna Loken show," Torrie explains later in a pink blouse missing the right sleeve. "This is MY tournament, my time to shine, and I'm putting my foot down where Krissy's concerned." Loken coldblooded by the time she gets near a mic. "I'm knocking Torrie out for that," Loken promises. "I don't know who the hell she thinks she is, but she needs to be taken down - hard." Kristanna in royal blue belted bikini, white gloves. Torrie in silver/white bikini (comes to ring instructions with a Sante Fe style silver/torquoise belt and white cowboy hat - both removed for the fight) - white gloves.

During R1: Torrie scowling/pouting - dukes up. Kristanna stepping left, punching her jab into Wilson's prepared defences. Loken circling, coming in off her jab with heavy right/lefts up top, then strapping the extra left hook to Torrie's waist as Wilson's blocking scheme is committed upstairs. Wilson sponging tangy body blows, answering back with angry hooks - Krissy doing a good job legging back out of range after she's finished flurrying.

R2: Torrie more adventurous with her jab now - just dropping it out of her high guard, fetching Kris some face-spank. Feisty trade in right hands, then both girls coming back hooks: crowd oohing and ahhing as big girls gamble midring. Krissy loving it to Torrie's waistline with a strapping right/left off the set up jab: Wilson responding with heavy swinging rights to paunch, then pushing in with her shoulder to budge Loken back. All even till late - Torrie slips under a Loken right hand, depositing a thudding right to the pit of Krissy's stomach in trade. Loken's hurt - bunching up: Wilson immediately to the breadbasket with brawny right hands - punching Kris up onto her toes, doubling her forward in pain - Torrie riding her left hand across Krissy's back while digging her righty.

R3: Spirited stuff - big women legging to spots, then setting down and getting their backsides into hard wallop. Tit for tat shellackings - Torrie covering up and bawling as Kristanna belts away flanks and scalp - then Wilson slams back, body and head. Torrie extra-feisty tonight, very combative - but Loken's footwork taking the sting out of Torrie's thumping blows as Kris deftly steps out. Loken able to work in and out, get the better touches, keeping her busty blonde foe turning in the process.

R4: Shoulder to shoulder - big blondes lean in, beat each other heavily about the biceps, breasts and tummy. Moist little gasps and grunts as the girls push in and punch - both using the left shoulder to nudge and prop her opponent around. Midway through, Torrie detonates a monster right hand in Kristanna's flat tummy, buckling Krissy's legs: Krusher vixen steps back ashen faced, hands down, eyes pleading. Torrie quick-steps in, puts her hook on top - big blonde turns torso-right to clap Krissy across her open mouth, swivelling Loken's head and KRISTANNA GOES DOWN! Krissy's legs stiffen as her upperbody rockets backwards - she sprawls on her back with a crash, head bouncing ugly off canvas as arms flap out and up. Right leg stiff and quivering - Krissy spasming and get off her back - KO4 in spectacular fashion - Torrie Wilson!

After: Wilson so pretty when she smiles - trainer helping her yank clear of her gloves - physicians just entering the ring when Torrie pounces on poor stunned Loken for the finishing touch.

Wilson on her left side, just to Krissy's right.

Wilson's curvy legs scissor up Kristanna's long right leg.

Wilson reaches in under Krissy's right leg, cinching it up while left arm snakes around Krissy's head: firm cradle established as Torrie pulls head and knee together. Poor KO'd Loken gurgling - groin all stretched out as Torrie rocks and crows in triumph. Officials strain to pull at Torrie's strong limbs and clamped legs - 3 grown men eventually wrenching apart the groin-stretch and bodying Torrie away. Krissy out of it - right hand reflexively going to her throbbing inner thigh area as she rolls onto her left side, hurting.