BEFORE: "Americans may well gawk at Christina," Zeta Jones says in prefight, "but her chest is strictly average by UK standards. I've claimed the like and better: you will recall the day I humbled Kelly Brook on US soil - in emphatic fashion. Weight of rack is only decisive if it is supported by powerful legs, a strong core, brawny arms and an indefatigable heart. These items I have in abundance: Christina is sadly lacking in all departments." Hendricks bouncing with excitement: her biggest fight to date sees her in with the A list, and she couldn't be happier. "Zeta Jones and her people wouldn't agree to JMD," Christina grins, "but screw that. Look at us: you don't put two women like us in the ring and expect us to shy away from what's obviously there. She's proud-chested; I'm proud-chested, and I'm going after hers to humble it. Call it whatever you like - all I know is I'm taking ownership of Catherine Zeta Jones rack in this fight. Every square inch of it!" Catherine in sporting yellow bikini; long black hair in unruly curls; black gloves. Christina in emerald bikini with full coverage bottoms and bra style top; yellow gloves; copper hair in tight curls, up off her neck. During ring instructions, Zeta Jones snarls, twists a mitt in Hendricks' jugs: Chrissy just laughs as she steps back, goading Catherine with defiance.

R1: Jones with class early, measuring Hendricks for hooks as redhead storms forward. Short, graceful clout finds Chrissy's chin as Zeta Jones pivots sweetly left around the hook: Hendricks rocked, stumbles backward all jugs a-jumpin' and SPLASHES DOWN TO HER GLUTES! Jones with a haughty look down on the cruise-past to neutral corner: Christina up quickly, but wobbly butt, eyes blinking. Jones at her girl after the 8: straight right down into tummy; short right to chin; hefty left hook square to bosom. Jones greedy, hoisting an underhand right to Chrissy's pleasing belly mound, but gettiing her chin turned by a stout Hendricks right. Jones buzzed, backside ringing in alarm: fighters trade brisk rights and lefts to chins as Hendricks brawls forward. Chrissy's weight of shot prevails toe-to-toe: she drives Jones length o' the ring, pancaking her body-to-body against far ropes, then HENDRICKS WANTS JUG! Chrissy in there scrubbing, pushing and bumping on the Zeta Jones rack with both forearms as Cathy ties up around Chrissy's head. Jones crying out when her clinch can't stop the breast-kneading: Chrissy smiling lusty as she presses Jones into ropes, held in British embrace, but managing to bounce and squirm upon Catherine's jugs to good effect. Ref's break - Jones blinking away angry tears: Chrissy steps in with a robust right, turning Jones' chin aside, then crowding atop brunette to get back at that rack. Bumping, squirming, mugging - Chrissy in there snug, using her forearms in churning action to work rack as Jones desperately tries to tie up around the head. Tummy to tummy pressure exquisite from Chrissy - she's smearing Jones against ropes, overwhelming her. Bell: Christina throws her arms around Zeta Jones' shoulders, holding her close and LICKING HER RIGHT CHEEK CLEAN OF TEARS! Crowd in hysterics as Hendricks tongues at Jones, holding her tight and lapping at her tear-stained face. Ref finally pulls Christina off: enraged Zeta Jones stomping her foot, breasts heaving as she screams "STOP HER!" Hendricks licking her lips, playing to the audience on the zoftig sashay back to her corner: she drops the round on a knockdown, but dominates territorially thereafter.

R2: Jones hook-and-pivoting with some success early - finding Christina's mouth and tits with slick single clouts. Hendricks rebuked, but stubborn - constantly jiggling her way forward to eventually crowd Jones to ropes. Chrissy loves to be in snug, squirming with Jones as the women wrestle for arm position, then grinding away on that haughty rack with forearms/shoulders in tight. Jones just sick about it - gritting her teeth, shutting her eyes tight with the effort of either trying to tie up or push Chrissy off: neither route all that productive. Hendricks churning on rack, but fitting stocky right hands into trembling brunette tummy, or jamming rights into Zeta Jones' jaw when there's room. Catherine constantly pressed by redhead tummy, tits and fists: it's like both girls are fighting inside Jones' yellow swimsuit. Hendricks greedy about her girl, smearing and plowing, always working to bump and touch at Jones. Again, Christina clinches around Jones shoulders late to lap at salty tears: Catherine obviously rattled, turning her head aside, pushing her hardest against Hendricks hips to get her away. Ref pulls Chrissy off, takes another shrieking assault from Jones at the bell...but there's no actual rule against licking a girl's face - poor mook offers wan warning to grinning Hendricks in her corner.

R3: Change of tack, Jones: she stands ground midring, hunching her shoulders, stooping forward and announcing herself with authority via hooks to 'Tina's jugs. Hendricks clobbered, but gritting her teeth: she's right back at Jones, loading up and driving home righty to rack; cleaning up the hook. Hammer and beefy tongs - bulging beauties slopping away at close range, elbows in tight as they twist meaty torsos side to side for power punching exchanges. Fat, thudding whack impacts both racks - girls taking turns backing the other up, then suffering in turn as each proves willing. Tummies suffer collateral damage as underhand wallops slop astray: Jones nipping the waistband of 'Tina's trunks, punching the redhead onto her heels - Chrissy exhaling hurt through pursed lips. Savage, curvy-girl mayhem - they're just leaning forward, swinging away in an effort to pulverize opposing jug. Bell: both women huffing and puffing, each badly battered about her bosom. Jones slugging 'Tina to a standstill, but it's expensive: Catherine grimacing, massaging breasts with the heel of her right hand; Chrissy comparatively upbeat, shaking off the punishment with sheer enthusiasm.

R4: Jones has precious little left: early trading sees both women hoist succulent right uppercuts/left hooks into offending racks, but it's CZJ stumbling away in anguish. 'Tina storming forward all a-jiggle: she pounds right hands against Catherine's left shoulder/bicep as brunette covering up face-in-gloves, staggering away sideways to ropes. Chrissy licking her lips as she reaches way behind her rump to load up a whacking sidearm right roundhouse to Jones' belly: bleat of pain, CZJ - eyebrows high, eyes shut tight as she sits hurt in ropes. Left uppercut brushes Jones back; clobbering right off her face stuns her...Catherine relaxes, hands drifting out to either side, her arms in loose gullwing, eyelashes fluttering. Insurance right swivels Cathy's head, drifting her back into ropes - her left arm slops across 'Tina's shoulders as redhead crowds close. Hendricks hungry, eager-eyed: she's palming Catherine's shoulders, squaring her up...Jones head lolling, lips parted as CHRISSY GOES RACK! Oh the humanity - the best of British beef getting PULVERIZED! Chrissy just a-hustling - lips curled back off teeth as she twitches shoulders side to side, putting a beefy white wash onto Jonesey's helpless hooters. Catherine limp, swaying in the wind, not answering back - ref forced to jump in as Jones slumps out on her feet, breasts bunching up and sloshing about under Chrissy's thumping leather. TKO4 in gigantic fashion - Christina Hendricks!

After: 'Tina in hysterics - huge win sees her batter zoftig brit who can box - perhaps even doing permanent harm to Catherine's wilting rep. Jones in stupor, snivelling blearily in her corner when Christina wades on in a-grinnin'! Tina roughly reaching for Jones, turning her around, muscling her into a standing breast smother. Tina beaming...left arm strong behind Jones' head; left hand clutching redhead right bicep; right hand fisted in Catherine damp, black locks. Jones hands splayed upon Christina's generous hips as redhead pushes brunette to a seat on turnbuckles: crowd roaring as Hendricks licks her lips, cinches her arms, simply engulfing Jones in massive American jug.

Catherine goes limp: Hendricks releases rather than putting CZJ out, clasping her hands in the small of Jones' back, tongue pink upon Zeta Jones' cheek as once again 'Tina laps at tears. Catherine fretting, turning her head to the left, pushing at Chrissy's broad shoulders: Hendricks laughing, playful - just holding Catherine pelvis to pelvis as brunette arches her torso away from her tormentress. Doesn't last: Hendricks eventually pulling Catherine back in, straining to kiss at Catherine, or tongue her chin, laughing at Jones' obvious discomfort. Catherine pushes her hardest - tossing her beautiful fade side to side, trying to delay the inevitable, but she can't last. Eventually, Tina forces Catherine's face back into those all-conquering mounds, grinning over top CZJ into the crowd. HUGE statement being made by Christina Hendricks tonight: she knows it, and she's loving it. Finally - mercifully - Zeta Jones legs give way; Hendricks releasing with a flourish and allowing Jones to belly-in all clammy faced and pouting. Final hands-high strut for Christine: crowd eating up the curvy show and total destruction of one of boxing's most beautiful - and most hated - vixens. When asked in postfight about the licking of Jones face which DID seem to have a demoralizing effect - 'Tina demures: "I saw her tears...and I just wanted to taste her in her moment of collapse. Not really sure what came over me, but I saw her distress and I just wanted to eat her up! Is that so wrong? I SO want to fight Catherine in a bearhug contest...do you think she'd go for it? You know, after getting knocked out and bullied by me tonight? Hope so!"