Before: "Win, lose or draw," an angry - and hurt - Gena Lee Nolin says in prefight, "this is my last fight as a Krusher. I was a fool for trusting them and taking them at their word: these girls have never ever wished me well or done anything to further my career. It was all about Theron and Kristanna from day one - removing me as a threat - everything else was just window dressing. I'm hurting Loken in this fight - HURTING her. Kris is going to suffer for every lie I've ever been told - and then I'm going on a RAMPAGE in the welterweight division!" Loken rolling her eyes: Gena Lee's rants are customary in the gym and Krissy's heard it all before. "Nolin loves to blame everyone else for her fading skills and appeal. The truth is - she hasn't held up her end of the bargain. Kim and Ginny can't work miracles: a girl's got to at least get the odd maxim shoot or guest starring role to make herself attractive for matchmakers - Nolin's basically a housewife at this point. Well, hate to tell you G, but this isn't the FHBA - it's the F-C-BA - and that C rhymes with T and that stands for Trouble, baby." Loken in pea green cotton tank and panties - black gloves. Gena in baby blue cotton tank and panties, white gloves.

During R1,2: Stop and go big-girl mauling - both fighters jabbing in, then tying up, seeing who's stronger. Girls grunting and pushing in the trenches, faces strained, legs stamping - they're taking turns reaching under each other's arms, bodying each other to ropes. Hard work as fighters seek to reverse position - fight tumbling sloppily along the aprons, visiting the corners. Both girls warned to clubbing at each other in the grasp; Nolin warned for employing her elbows inside; Loken warned for bumping her shoulder into Gena's mouth. Tough, scrappy, tummy to tummy action sees G take the first, Kris the second.

R3: Kris playing jab-and-grab - flat footed, supple as she schmoozes in and makes Gena take weight. Midway through, ref pushing big-bodied babes apart - Nolin swings a looping right to Krissy's head, startling her on the break and LOKEN'S ROCKED! Ref shouting even as Gena hurtles past - left arm riding across Krissy's shoulders as the right hand plunges trunks and tummy. Loken gurgling, beaten butt-first to ropes: Nolin's smearing her, mauling her at ropes. Instinctively, Loken ties up - brawny wrestling and struggling as Nolin tries to work out of the wrap/Loken seeks to deny her.

R4: Kris working jab-and-grab: Nolin staying low, ducks the jab, bounces a thumping right left off Loken's crotch to fold Kristanna into Gena's brawny embrace. Groaning Kris muscled to ropes and bullied: Gena slamming right forearms against Loken's left bicep/breast - getting elbows up to push Loken's head over the top rope - holding and hitting. Gena's hard-working backside jiggling as she stomps for position, keeping Loken pinned down - Nolin proving very strong, beating Kris about her arms and body, making her take weight throughout.

R5: Gena plays jab-and-grab - crouching in flat footed, working the left, then tying up. Loken frowning, struggling with Gena's body - pushing and straining starting to exhaust both women's reserves. Fight stumbles to ropes - ref reefing girls apart, barking warnings: fighters edging back in where it's warm, practically fighting inside one another's tops through 5.

R6: Loken doing a bit more with the jab - using it to score and set up the right cross. Nolin in closed stance - left shoulder pointed at Kris - Gena creep-steppin' to her right, looking to time Loken coming in. Cagey big-girl cat and mouse - Loken walking Gena down, touching her hard, but never finding the chin. Both woman able to clout thick, swiping right hands to waistlines just before clinching.

R7: Sweaty, grimy pushing and struggling: ring may as well be a pig pen. fighters pushing in, grunting, chins out over one another's shoulders as they struggle to step the other back and wrestle her to ropes. Punching in stingy, but heavy - often shellacking wallops to waist or biceps as the girls maul and brawl on the inside. Gena connecting on right uppercuts - extending her left hand to get a little separation: it's enough to take a razor-thin 7th.

R8: Push in and work: big girls crouching, jabbing once or twice, then tummying up. Not a lot of clean punching - but girls are haggard, mouth breathing, looking distressed: simple matter of pushing on each other all night has drained both combatants. Loken able to work right uppercuts this round, picking up Gena inside: Krissy takes the close points this time.

R9: Same sloppy jab-and-grab: ugly to watch for purists, but big bodies constantly at work on each other in this battle of attrition. Gena warned for cuffing at Loken's thighs - Kristanna angered about it - retaliating with forearms in the clinch: messy. Staggering push-and-pull wanders about the ring, when late the round, Loken breaks through. Left hand extended to push Gena off a smidge - Kris lifts the right to paunch, then to chin, putting Nolin wobbly butt. Loken steps right, tomohawks her right over the top to chop at Gena's leftside jaw; curling right uppercut curves outside-in to pick up Gena's startled face. Heavy, smoothly delivered wallop has Nolin staggering - she totters back on her heels, trying to slug back wild n' wide. Loken stepping-with, punching with much more leverage - she's able to step into left and right crosses, pasting Gena's face as Nolin's punches wave wide. GENA GOES DOWN! Nolin driven length o' the ring and dropped to her back at the ropes: G with elbows planted in canvas, hands up, face pinched in hurt and it's OVER! Gena can't beat the count as Loken greases her KO9.

After: Gena brought around - Kristanna angrily pushing into Nolin's corner, taking her roughly by the hair and the back of her trunks, giving Nolin a symbolic bum's rush out of the ring as crowd roars. Loken waving, grinning: she survives trial by fire, cleans house, and finishes up last-woman-standing as Nolin is kicked to the curb.