Before: BSE always very supportive of Cliche - Karen appreciative over the years (especially for kind words following the Romijn wipe out), but Kaley's feeling slighted. "I know our management team has a soft spot for lesser known starlets - I get that," Kaley grumbles in prefight, "but I resent the support of Karen. I don't want to be harsh, but I feel like I need to point out that Cliche is a LOSER. Tractorpull is right about this girl - she doesn't have it inside, she's not a fighter. I'm cuter and I'm way better with my dukes - that's end of story. Karen doesn't belong in the same ring as me." Cliche absolutely flabbergasted - mouth agape as Kaley's spouting off - Karen's genuinely hurt and angry in rebuttal. "Kaley can kiss my ass," a scowling Cliche huffs. "I work just as hard as she does - I don't need to hear this superiority crap from a little tramp like Cuoco. I DO appreciate some of the things BSE has done for me over the years, but that's not going to stop me from knocking Kaley's block off. You better strap on, blondie - 'cause it's COMIN'! Oh, and fyi? You are NOT cuter than me!" Kaley in leopard print bikini, ostensibly won in open beach battle against an un-named non-celeb; smallish black gloves. Karen in elegant, blousy fit black halter bikini top, polished teak ring connection; racy leopard print bottoms; smallish black gloves. Frowns and glares during ring instruction - normally friendly actresses refusing to show each other any courtesy.

During R1: Kaley nimble - feinting like she's coming in, then striding away to her right, looking for fresh angles. Cliche hands up, pumping the jab, showing a little footwork herself when she bounds back from Kaley's tummy-jab attempts, brushing blonde poke away with the left hand. Dominant punch: Karen's jab - she's controlling Kaley's pounce, keeping blonde at arm's reach, steering Cuoco around the ring. Cuoco frowning, changing directions, circling, looking to curve in - having trouble with Cliche's condor reach early.

R2: Cliche stays with it - keeping the long jab on Kaley, stepping to Kaley, but never giving up her height. Cuoco repeatedly trying to stoop-and-reach tummy jabs in, but Cliche swatting that poke away from her body, loping back out of range. Kaley's pounce completely disrupted by the taller woman's authoritative stick: Karen holding the right in reserve, twitching like she's going to drop it, but so far keeping it holstered.

R3: More of the same - Cliche commanding midring, using her height as a weapon: Kaley increasingly frustrated with the geometry of the fight. Cliche a little spicier with her punch selection - having tamed Cuoco a little with the jab, Karen's turning on right hands more often. Nice clubbing right - a curling, tidy punch bounced off Kaley's forehead as Karen's pivoting left - Karen able to reload and get it again as Cuoco's sputtering. Cliche always resetting her balance behind the jab - constantly touching Kaley: Cuoco polishing up nicely en route to dropping her third straight round.

R4: Kaley gets her game together. Job one - jab-with the taller woman: Karen finding it harder to pincushion Kaley coming in. Job two - work when she gets inside: Cuoco renegotiating distance, letting her hands go to Karen's ribcage and tummy in ripping little bursts - forcing Cliche to step away frowning. Job three - nail Karen powerpunches as she's retreating on a straight line: Kaley bending and getting hard overhand rights onto Karen's face as Cliche is backing away.

R5: Cliche lead continues to evaporate - Kaley executing at a very high level. Cuoco jabbing-with, working her way inside, then flurrying - Cliche predictably backing up and getting caught with leaping hooks or looping right hands. Karen pouting a little, forgetting what staked her to the lead - jab output dropping as Kaley's able to press bigger woman all around the ring.

R6: Kaley feints - Karen flinches - Kaley pounces in a hook: DOWN GOES CLICHE! Kaley brightens, shouting "YEAH!" as she jogs all jugs a-jumpin' to neutral corner: Cliche pounding canvas in bitter disappointment at the miscue. Cliche up, irritated as ref's asking if she's ok: Karen THINKS she's fine, but Kaley's got other ideas. Cuoco driving on Karen - pinning Cliche to ropes: Karen reflexively cupping her hands at Kaley's ears, controlling shorter woman's head. Kaley working hard, tidying up Cliche's flat breadbasket with muscular bursts, then tieing up around the waist to keep Karen pinned down. Cuoco using her left shoulder like a third glove - bumping Karen in her chest and mouth, then short-shrugging that compact little hook to tummy and 'plexus. Cliche glum, breaking down - final minute sees her cover up face-in-gloves, butt-in-ropes, very discouraged. Kaley shifts to her right, keeping a stubby jab in Karen's guard, then hacking her an evil right hand over the left hip. Cliche not answering, shuddering under Kaley's heartless chops and CLICHE TAKES A KNEE! Karen's dark eyelashes beaded with silver tears: Cuoco turning away, taunting "poor baby!" with mocking lilt.

R7: Turning point in Karen's career? Outclassed and rolled up in the sixth, she regroups emotionally during the break, comes out and executes exactly right. Stiff, punishing jabs eating Kaley up - Cuoco run ragged against Cliche's poke, and NOW, Karen's cleaning up tuff right crosses to chin. Kaley banged hard, repulsed - she's definitely looking a little shopworn and shabby as round progresses. Cliche banks a shutout, puts just the hint of wobble in Kaley's trunks: Karen barking at Cuoco after the bell as ref grouses, "Can the chatter, girls."

R8: Bitterest two way fighting so far - both girls electing to set down and curl punches with venom. Kaley spitting her jab, dipping in close to get her wide right hand in above Karen's left hip, then tidying up snappy on the inside. Cliche bandy-armed - almost crook-armed at times - licking lefts and rights in rising arcs across Kaley's front. Cliche strapping to firm blonde body for the first time, winning grunts from Cuoco: Kaley crouching, weaving, then smiting Cuoco either hand out of the crouch. Bell: Kaley hops, twists, tucks in a compact hook to Karen's chin late. Cliche staggering back on her heels, then surging forward enraged - ref has to break 'em up as girls look to work overtime.

R9: Key to the fight could be Kaley's supple upperbody movement - she's been tagged, but never with Karen's full might behind any particular stroke. Cuoco weaving, crouching, jabbing as necessary, then pouncing: Karen's starting to break down at long last, covering up rather than looking to intercept. Cuoco enjoying more and more moments when she can whale and bat away to flanks as Karen's tilting forward behind mitts: Cliche just not executing, letting Kaley do her thing. Down the stretch, Karen hurt by savage, accurate punching: Cuoco snap-snapping that lithe hook, body and head, to send Karen reeling.
 

R10: Karen calms herself, eyes clear and hard as she takes midring. Jab. Jab. Jab. Karen pumping stick - tracking Kaley as blonde hurtles in. Cuoco bogging down in middle distance - covering up as Karen turns on the right cross, banging blonde back outside. Time and again, Cuoco tries to pounce-step in - convinced she's got Karen demoralized: time and again, Cliche refutes the argument, steadily jabbing, then cleaning up righty. Middle minute - Cuoco starting to slow: she's getting clouted a heavy, bandy-limbed hook in her tummy as well as the right cross before Karen pushes smaller girl in her shoulders, sending her baby-stepping backward on her heels. Cuoco's mouth open, brow perplexed - she supple-crouches and tilts, still trying to finesse her way in. Karen starting to take it to Kaley - banging in the jab, then extending the chicken-winged left elbow to nudge at Cuoco's right shoulder, setting up a CLOBBERING, curling right hand to jaw. Kaley stumbling, earmuffed up: Karen pops hips-right, curls a big, bandy armed hook across Kaley's tummy, touches Kaley the chickenwinged left elbow, smokes her a clean-up right. CUOCO'S HURT! Kaley stomping on her heels, breathing deep: Karen hops in lanky, turns on a clubbing right to Kaley's face; hops left, curls that clubbing right to Kaley's forehead. Cuoco shabby-stepping, turning, trying to clinch: Karen reloading her limber right, plowing it to Kaley's mouth in between Cuoco's outstretched arms and TIMMMMMBERRRRR - BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Kaley on her back, legs stretched out stiff-n'-twitchy - arms extended straight up in the air - lips snivelling, eyelashes fluttering: it's OVER! KO10 in the dying seconds, Karen Cliche!

After: Cliche shouting down in contempt until officials push her back - then she mimicks Kaley's stiff-armed twitching to earn boos. Karen finally hammering out victory over an established superstar, coming from well behind to put Kaley on her back. Cuoco breaking down into tears when she comes-to - badly shocked by Cliche right hands - all Kaley's doubts and fears come pouring back on her stool as she reels in stupor. "I'm not sorry for Kaley," a still pumped and angry Cliche growls in postfight. "I told her I'd knock her out, and I knocked her out. I've never, ever been disrespected by another fighter like I was by Kaley in the weeks leading up to this fight, so to hell with her. I pounded her out and she's crying - that's all I care about!"