BEFORE: Constant squabbling, bickering, screeching in various languages, and impromptu brawling between these two as Eastern European rivalry spills over to FCBA. "Polish girls have been battering Ukrainian girls for generations," says a confident Krupa - inexperienced as a boxer perhaps, but a well known bully in the modelling community. "I'm twice the woman Olga is. On "Superstars", Ali Landry was badly rattled by my presence and couldn't be at her best when I was around: that's the kind of aura I bring to the ring. I will break Olga: promise!" Kurylenko writhing: blonde Polish insolence almost intolerable to raven-tressed beauty. "Joanna Krupa will bend her knee to me," Kurylenko vows. "I will NOT accept her in the FCBA, and I relish the opportunity to ruin her debut!" Olga in purple sports bra; sporty bikini bottoms in random geometric figures (dark purple/mauve/blue/yellow/pink/green); black running shoes with white socks rolled down; black gloves; hair in unruly gypsy tousle to neck. Joanna in white sports bra over teal bikini bottoms; black runners with white socks rolled down; white gloves; hair in clean little brawler's bun. Seething staredown...girls muttering central European curses at each other under their breaths.

During R1: Krupa hopping forward in her stance - reaching waaay back with the right hand and swinging it lusty to Olga's trim ribcage (Joanna's right foot skipping up off canvas on delivery). Olga grunting, baring teeth, pumping jabs: she knocks at Joanna's face, then misses a slinging right hand. Joanna snarling - wading forward onto right foot to sweep the left into Olga's chassis; stepping forward onto left foot to heave home the right. Kurylenko bashed backward: she regroups, walking blonde tummy into a shoveling right, then looping the left round Krupa's shoulders as girls fall in together. Slender limbs shivering as girls wallop and dig: furious, scrubbing, toe-to-toe exchanges of rangy lefts and rights buffett opposing faces. Joanna pushing and bumping her gloves into Olga's - jostling and disrupting lean brunette. Kurylenko driven backwards as Joanna proves crude-but-fierce: lanky brunette electing to engage in mindless slugfest. Down the stretch, girls heaving leather at each other, stumbling round the ring: they each lean into simultaneous straight right hands, each missing over the other's right shoulder. Both come back with the left hook and DOWN GOES OLGA! Sudden collision of fists on chins; Olga stumbling back and sitting out - hands behind her, back straight as she blinks in astonishment. "TOO EASY, OLGA!" Joanna bleats...blonde girl stepping in, reaching back to paste Olga a cheap right hand as Kurylenko's sitting pretty: ref intercepts, bodies Joanna back - allowing Kurylenko to rally off the deck.

R2: Joanna boiling with confidence - she's crouching, pawing the left jab, then lunging into slinging overhand rights designed to end Olga's night. Kurylenko weaving back from such in wide stance...she's extending her own left, groping for Joanna in order to deliver a similar winging right. Janet screaming at Olga to circle and box: about a minute in, Kurylenko starts to listen. Clockwise stepping...a stiff, snapping jab up off the waist: Olga scoring easily to Joanna's face, starts to turn her blonde midring. Krupa baring teeth, hating the touch of Olga on her cover-girl features: blonde swinging so lusty with the right hand, her right foot routinely comes up off canvas. Olga sees these haymakers well - leaning herself out of range, then striking back with straight, stiff lefts and rights as Joanna's feet are momentarily parallel. Poor form/balance start to plague Krupa: Olga's showing some class through 2.

R3: Olga bright eyed; Krupa furious. Early blonde assault a blur of swinging, sleek limbs; shrieking grunts; bared teeth. Kurylenko grazed by some of this, spooked to the perimeter, but she gradually recovers behind an educated jab. By the second minute - Olga's executing in orderly fashion: right heel up off canvas as she plants on left leg; sleek left thigh shredding into lean, tanned relief; good stiff jabs pounding at Joanna's face, knocking her head back, scuffing her up. Thin, cruel smile curls Kurylenko's lips late: the smile of a model leaving her mark on another model's face. At the bell - Olga purses her lips at Joanna, eyes taunting; Krupa blurts "SHUT UP, OLGA!"

R4: Joanna murderous in the opening seconds, throwing herself at Olga: blonde girl every inch the willing tyro. Kurylenko evading limber haymakers, then leaning in close to tuck stuffing right hand square to blonde breadbasket. Krupa shouting out "UHHH!" arms out to either side - chest forward, head upright, face pinched. Olga's got her girl hurt: left hand pulls at Krupa's right elbow as brunette leans in close, shoves home another right, then another - tummy-punching gasping Krupa to ropes. Holding and hitting from Olga: big smile on brunette face as Joana crumples forward, butt on ropes, sponging up right hands flat on tummy until ref issues break. Patient follow up from Kurylenko as Joanna slides to her right along ropes, cringing with hurt: Olga steps with; paws the jab; paws the jab; leans in a drifting right cross clean to chin! Krupa smote, staring - head tossing hard to starboard as she spills into ropes. Krupa shabby, limp as she brings hands to chest...her legs look shot as Olga moves in hard-eyed. Bell sounds: Olga drifts Joanna an extra right hand - spinning blonde around chest-first to ropes...poor Krupa hanging on to top strand as legs give way.

R5: Krupa a changed woman: eyes glassy, no longer ferocious; shying away from Olga; hands at chest with her face uptilted, presenting a beautiful target. Kurylenko in wide stance, eyes dancing as she double-jabs Joanna's face while pivoting clockwise. Kurylenko an angular beauty when she's delivering thus: that right (back) heel up off canvas; left leg sleek and taut as she steps her weight onto it. Krupa turning, facing in punishment: she's lumping up badly now. Olga mixing it up: she'll lean in off the jab to spear long right hands down into Krupa's midsection - buckling the blonde forward "UHHH!" while backing her up. Hooking off the hip, Olga torques punches to Joanna's jaw, clouting the blonde off balance, sending her reeling. Krupa a dazed beauty at the halfway point, hitting ropes in disarray, eyelashes fluttering in don't-hurt-me mode. Olga dangles her left low, inviting Krupa's right; Joanna pushes out the right on cue; Olga rolls it prettily with her left shoulder, then comes back a springy right, punching Krupa's mouth. Head swivel, blondie: Joanna spills back into ropes, hands dropping. Olga slaps Jo a wide hook off the hip, then drifts her another right: Joanna drooping, defenceless, just swaying in the wind as Kurylenko unleashes. Ref steps in, cradles Joanna to safety: confused, battered Krupa sobs in frustration as she's stopped TKO5 Olga K.

After: Kurylenko's eyes afire: she's quickly over to the Krupa Korner, pulling Joanna off her stool, slapping her awake, then parading her for a true model's walk of shame. Joanna blubbering, hating the feel of Olga's right arm about her hips, but submitting as per industry protocol. Kurylenko exultant - waving regally with the left hand as she displays Joanna in Welcome To The FCBA fashion. It's a moment neither will forget anytime soon. Fight provides a welcome shot in the arm to model-boxing in general as vixens from Marissa Miller to Alessandra Ambrosio eagerly eye the contestants, searching for weakness/imperfection.