Before: Stay busy fight for Krista - Jenny too experienced and solid for this to be a heinous mismatch, but Garth a decided underdog. "Krista's got all the physical advantages," says one jaded pundit, "Garth is a nice little package, but she's outgunned, outquicked, outsized - this is all about Krista Allen looking good on a recognizable name."

Allen in mauve push up and panties, Jenny in black push up and panties, black band keeping her hair back. During ring instructions, Allen staring hungrily at Jenny - Garth averting her gaze to the canvas.

R1: Allen patient - starts Jenny out with a couple of tapping jabs up top - Jenny thinks it's over when the third one bangs between her eyes. Krista stepping to spots, looking Jenny over, feinting her, measuring the reactions. Allen going to the body with exploratory hooks - arching her back into 'em, getting warmed up as fist makes meaty contact with firm midsection. Garth defensively sound - looking only to counter, but finding some spots. When she attacks, she brings her feet with her, gets close, gets off - Krista touched up on her ribs, legs out with a snarl on lascivious lips, instantly scolding Jenny with that spiking jab from long range. Tactical first - Allen all the way - Jenny fighting in spots, concentrating on defence.

R2: Allen spotting the jab, moving it from tummy to upperchest to pate - touching Garth up, getting her used to it, accepting of it. Garth very poised - knows she can't match Krista's speed or length, staying in the pocket, blocking jabs with her guard at her temples, moving her head. Midway through, Krista just tapping away, looking to ride a right hand in on chin when Jenny ducks under stick, counter-hooking almost simaltaneously with it - startled Krista pulls back and eats a sweeping overhand right on her eye. Shout of shock from the crowd - Allen shook, upperbody sliding over on her hips - she didn't see that right hand and Krista's not reacting well. Jenny pounces - driving into Krista's breadbasket with a hearty straight right hand - Allen groaning, staggering back into the ropes - she's shabby, covering up, stooped forward all cramped and woozy. Garth slides in close, cuffing Allen's ear a hook to move brunette slightly to the left, then digging the gancha hook in snug beneath the elbow. Tidy right uppercut splits the mitts, another snug hook in on that liver - Krista slouches a little forward, mute with punishment - Jenny bumps her a professional left shoulder. Jenny goes to the overhanging ledge of Krista's bulging jugs - disciplined bra spank - just a cute little thump-thump with both open palms, then back to that liver with the payoff hook. Allen whimpering, showing her back - Crowd screaming, disbelieving - Jenny workmanlike, staying on her girl. Garth nice and loose, cuffing at an ear, then digging down into the side, doubling up on her punches, working both flanks, and since Allen's giving up shiny lower back, Jenny's taking precious kidney-meat as well. Almost a minute of thorough, methodical tuning - Jenny touching Krista's back, her ribs, her tits, her tummy, her chin - no one punch a killer, but it's all hurting Allen and KRISTA GOES DOWN! Allen finally wilting to all fours, tears streaming down her face and it's OVER! Good lord - upset of the year folks - Jenny Garth KO2 Krista Allen.

After: Allen tried a little stunt like this on the beach a while back - select a well known, but shopworn blonde and work her over for a showcase, only to have the supposed victim turn in a stunning upset. Even more shocking in this case - it's PPV, it's journeywoman/gatekeeper type Jenny Garth - Allen sputtering and rocking back and forth on her haunches like she's just been ripped into by Jennifer Garner - this is going to be hard to spin. Garth crying tears of joy - what a huge win for her - the kind of thing that could lead to a major payday with a smallish queen on the lightweight throne (Biel) or even a showdown with Eliza Dushku at bantam. AND JENNY GARTH WALKS KRISTA ALLEN! BLONDE! scribes bug-eyed with glee at the sight - Allen blubbering, staggering, waist held snug in Jenny's toned right arm - it's like a nightmare as she's turned and presented around the ring. Garth milking the moment for all it's worth - not everyday you knock Krista Allen out to the body. Allen eventually set free - Jenny can't resist snapping Krista's bra from behind - Allen arching her back like she's been shot, hands up, face twisted in indignation - Garth shaking with laughter at Krista's expense.