Before: Tempestuous prefight sessions...Olga clearly taking a dislike to Ashley's similar sinuous physique and overly flirtatious manner with press and even Krusher attendants: Kurylenko treats Ash to a slapping right hand at the very first opportunity. "She's not to be compared with me," says an indignant Olga - gypsy eyes blazing at podium. "Ashley Scott is a shopworn ingenue who has shot her bolt in Hollywood and now hangs on for paydays like this one. I shall sweep her aside - thrash her as I would any peasant!"

Scott angrily amused - veteran blonde's seen her share of attitude in the FCBA, but Olga's raising the bar. "There was a time when I thought I might become a Krusher," Ashley muses at podium. "Thought I'd fight my way onto their roster - I always thought we'd be a good fit for each other. Didn't work out, but I've always appreciated their organization and recognized the excellence of the brand...until now. What are they DOING with this skank? This chick is a joke. I've had Marissa Miller in camp preparing me, and I know I'm getting better work from her than Olga would ever give me. For all the push they're giving this girl, I don't see much return on the investment. Maybe after I'm done stripping her down, there'll be an opening after all!"

Olga in vibrant purple bra and ruffled panties; small black gloves; unruly gypsy tousle hair. Ashley in hot pink bra and panties; small black gloves; long blonde curls in ponytail; curls framing face. When asked to touch 'em up - Olga shoves a twisting right hand into Ashley's breasts, grinding the heel in, delaying the fight as order is restored.

During R1: Free swinging, long limbed, lashing stuff as both girls attack with snarling lips, flashing eyes. Olga batting away tic-toc straight-arm right/lefts up top, trying to hack through Ashley's guard. Scott legging away from heat, curving back in with sensuous sidearm buggywhip rights against Olga's rigid ribcage. Bright, small glove spank clapping out loud as both girls are struck briskly about the torso - usually with a sweeping, licking, fully extended stroke. Pretty yelps of pain; seething looks; animated expressions of pain, or greedy exultation. Ref barking warnings to Ashley: she's chopping the knife-edge of her right hand in above Olga's left hip with those viscious sidearm buggywhips: Kurylenko crying out on receipt, twisting aside, arching her back in pain. Olga digging for revenge via cruel left uppercuts to Ashley's solar plexus - slender brunette taut on her left leg, popping hips-right to tuck 'em home. Withering stuff - both girls panting, bearing savage stripe marks along ribs, visible scuffing along cheekbones and jawlines by the bell.

R2: Similar savage, lithe licks back and forth - girls pouncing in, legging away, attacking and counter-attacking with sinuous abandon. Olga with a pretty walk-in approach - swinging the right arm straight while stepping onto her left leg, then stepping the right leg forward to swing the left around. Ashley blocking, but forced to scamper: Olga generating wicked whip on these shots. Scott circling right, feinting, then sweeping that sidearm buggywhip onto Olga's left hip/flank. These are merciless touches, raising terrible blotches on impact - the small gloves cruel against Kurylenko's sinewy chassis. Olga's wide tic-toc slugging sets up more traditional jabs and succulent dip-n-dig left uppercuts: she's scoring well to Ashley's solar plexus, visibly hurting Scott. Leggy action roams the ring - girls panting, eyes blazing as they circle, then commit with lanky intentions. Wonderful, swirling stuff - and Olga's getting the better of it. Bell: slender beauties breathing hard, glaring bitterly upon separation: nice little mouse forming under Ashley's left eye; ugly bruises on Olga's left side clearly vexing her. As Ashley turns to her corner - snarling Olga rushes in from behind, passing Scott's left flank to dig a deep, cruel right elbow-tip to belly! Shout of shock, Ashley - she doubles up, hugging her body: Ref bodying a seething Kurylenko back, scolding her and the Krushers both. VERY aggressive move by Olga: Scott looking demoralized on her stool for break.

R3: Girls fly together - Ashley trying for Olga's midsection with a slinging, downward-slanting right: Kurylenko bounding back with arms out wide, shouting 'No!' as she escapes the drive. Scott similarly elusive, leaping away as Olga sweeps in: girls flailing wide, almost slapping shots, but generating murderous torque with their lissome frames. Midway through, Olga wrong-foots Ashley, catches her a sneaky lead right poke; hooks her lanky across the cheek, startling Scott. Ash momentarily drooping on her hips, hands down: Olga stroking from the hips, licks a slinging left/right up and across, clipping Scott's face. Ashley backing away on her heels, blinking in confusion: Olga hops in high, batting that right/left tic-toc to both ears on approach. Scott hits ropes in swoon, lips parting: Olga savagely upon her, teeth bared, eyes feral. Galloping lefts and rights thrash at Ashley's stomach and ribs, beating her breathless - then Olga's pushing her upright, setting her for drifting right hands. Oh the clout! Olga leaning in, smashing Ashley's face to the right and back - Olga's left hand pushing on Scott's chest to hold her steady. Right hand...right hand...Olga smashing at Ashley, dazing her, punching her helpless. Scott's magnificent, sinewy frame loosens, relaxing into ropes: pretty blonde face going sleepy, eyelashes fluttering shut as her head lolls back to take each hit in succession. THE REF STEPS IN! Olga pouring in an insurance clout on defenceless Ashley: just a little something to remember the TKO3 by.

AFTER: Slow-mo replays lingering long and lovingly on the paste-out...Olga's right leg well behind her, pushing her weight into Scott and bunching up that taut right buttock...that supple, bendy back propelling the chopping right hands off the shoulder - elbow in tight for sinewy delivery. Devastating, elegant brawl batters both women, but leaves Ashley in tatters: it's a huge win for Olga as she defends her niche against a key body-type rival. Kurylenko hot blooded - still seething after gloves are removed: she storms to a seated and woozy Scott, pulling her to her feet and tugging her out for the walk of shame. Kurylenko rough with Ash - right arm snug about blonde waist - poor Scotty's head lolling, tears welling. Ashley trying to cover her face with her hands, but Olga won't have it - pulling the hands away and shouting "No - show it!" Olga with a sneer towards a red-faced Marissa Miller: reigning American supermodel really being overshadowed in the FCBA by Olga K at this point. Helfer in the audience raising her eyebrows as she comments to Kozar at her side: maybe Kurylenko's one to keep an eye on after all. Camera also catches a purse-lipped Cameron Diaz looking frosty - another sinewy blonde made cranky by Olga's brazen showing tonight.