Before: SI supermodels grow up to be welterweight fighters: it's a law of nature. "I'm the best one here," Becky says flatly. "Warren's shabby...Cindy's old...Tyra's tubby...I'm the only one keeping it together like a champ. Estella, to me, is a failed athlete, a failed model, a failed starlet and a failed fighter. You're not going to get very far against Rebecca Romijn with THAT resume." Warren verbally smote: Becky's playing hardball in prefight. "I'm going to punch the smug right off Becky's face," Warren promises. "What the hell has she done that's so great? I fought the best big women for years, and never gave an inch. I'll show Becky what championship pedigree is all about!" Estella in black bikini, curly blonde hair loose, black gloves. Becky in royal blue bra style bikini top/sporty orange bottoms with thin white belt; white gloves; hair up in battle bun, ringlets framing face.

During R1: Matching conventional stances - both girls looking to step in the jab/keep right hand guarding cheek. Nice loping clockwise rotation - girls leaning in and out in wide stances, jabs spanking off guards/chests/occasionally sparking face. Warren outboxing Becky every step of the way - knocking back Becky's face, jabbing her tummy. At one point, Warren pivots-left around a classy palm-down hook in Becky's tits: Romijn flustered as Warren steps around. Down the stretch, Warren threads a long right hand in between Becky's mitts: good pounding connect rocks Romijn's head back to crowd approval.

R2: Becky firms, answers. Fierce, stepping jabs back and forth - very stiff poke. Becky following up her jab - stepping into Warren's midsection via tuff right hands, short-hooking her tits to bump her back. Warren retreating - eating Becky's jab off the face as Estella steps out. Romijn walking her girl down - jabbing Estella into position; edging in close; punishing her with thudding combinations to keep Warren backpedaling. Good pressure - Estella never rocked, but consistently outworked, pushed back.

R3: Good two way round - relatively busy for tall girls. Punching normally followed by pushing as one girl will lean in, palm up and shove the other back. Girls taking turns walking each other down: pretty faces shining up along punished cheekbones. Bit by bit, it's Becky: she's strapping consistent leather in under Warren's breastline; starting to shell Warren's biceps in close.

R4: Steady two-way attrition - girls jabbing their way in, clobbering away left/right in close, pushing each other off, walking each other down. Methodical work: girls stroking each other tuff beneath the jug line; strapping the waist thick left/rights; punishing each other jabs/long right hands outside. Becky with the difference maker: a nasty little dip-n-rip left uppercut deployed to Estella's midsection. Scooping bites of tummy give Romijn bitter points.

R5: More two way - crowd-pleasing, classy, steady stuff. Warren upping her work rate a titch - starting to get the extra touch in exchanges. She's hooking off her jab - catching Becky's chin a palm-down clipper. Pushing in, Estella crosses her arms against Becky's chest to brace her back, maintaining distance. Both girls extending on shots from outside: Warren with a particularly heavy straight right down into Becky's body has Romijn grimacing, backing up.

R6: More of the same. It's methodical, stepping work - girls closing off their jabs, bumping shoulders big-girl, strapping body/clubbing heads before one withdraws. Once again, nobody hurt or rocked, but Becky's coming forward consistently, steadily outfighting Estella all around the ring. Principal punches for Becky: the stiff left jab; the vicious, jerking left uppercut to the pit of Warren's stomach.

R7: Same again: very close rounds, one girl just a bit more effective. Romijn with the edge - really establishing to Estella's midsection via left uppercuts or hooks - Warren grumpy in retreat, but doughty during the exchanges. Becky big-girl systematic - punishing both Warren arms with side to side clubbing barrages; wedging the left uppercut up into stnerum, then curling the left hook out wide behind Warren's right elbow as Estella's cringing forward.

R8: Right hand Warren kisses chin...BECKY'S HURT! Romijn swaying on her hips, blinking in swoon: she eats a swinging hook across her staring face as she's backing away. Warren pouncing, eyes wide as she drives straight right to gut, then arches her back to get a brush-back left uppercut home. Becky ROCKED - eyelashes blinking, dukes at chest - curvy legs holding her up as Warren wails away. Midway through, Becky finding chin via hooks off the ropes: edge comes off Warren's wallop as she takes hits. Bruising, side to side, methodical walloping - both girls facing into chin-clapping lefts or rights - tall girls twisting/tipping side to side to slop home the harm. Final minute - Becky bodying up to walk Warren back to midring, pushing her off: Estella regrouping when a crashing right turns her chin. WARREN stepping in fence post holes...Romijn mouthbreathing, walking on her heels, but determined to ruin her foe. Becky hooking, clipping at Warren's open mouth...Estella stumbling to her right, buttocks wobbling. Another pitching right hand from Becky turns Warren's head, gets her tottering backward and ESTELLA'S DOWN! Warren tripping over her own feet, dropped to her buns with her back to ropes. Becky reeling, badly checked herself: she yanks the carpet out from under Warren, stealing the round with gutty power.

R9: Fighters stumbling, badly reduced - hands low as they step-to flat footed. Girls in rickety stances...Becky picks a right up from her waist to punch at Estella's mouth; Warren slaps her hook across, turning Becky's chin. Stumbling counter-clockwise rotation - Becky trying to turn Warren's left flank, get right hands. Lots of tired, pushy-looking punches, punctuated by the odd stabbing right hand chin-clipper. Becky with the better of it - even punching the mouthpiece off Warren's teeth at one point with a tart right hand. Both girls staring, swaying - stepping around like they're trying to hold the canvas down.

R10: Girls reeling, pawing left hands to find each other, bringing rights up off hips to plow mouths. Warren eating big leather early, knees buckling, then firming. She halts Becky's momentum via strapping left to paunch: Romijn sobbing, hunching forward. Sensing body-hurt - Warren swings a rising right up into ribs outside left elbow, then edges in close to tuck short hook to sternum. Poor Becky gasping, right arm loose behind Warren's back - Estella walking forward, Becky backpedalling. Warren stacking Becky into ropes, then pumping her gut left/left/right: Becky groaning, slumping forward, trying to clinch. Methodical stacking from WArren, shoving deadweight Romijn against ropes, then beating her. Heavy, clubbing wallop taking Becky in her waist, across her breasts - Estella just pushing her upright, then applying shellack. BECKY'S OUT ON HER FEET! Romijn swooning, head lolling - arms outstretched, trying to embrace Warren. Estella won't have it: grimly determined, she pushes Becky repeatedly upright, disentangling from Romijn clinches to continue pounding her. Becky's head tosses to either side off clubbing Warren blows; Becky's body cringing, crumpling up under heavy, stroking licks. Warren mouthbreathing, exhausted, but shoveling it on: she pastes Becky senseless but can't get her out of there. Bell: Becky gobbling up punches, big-body deadweight in front of exhausted-slogging Warren: ref pulls weeping Estella off her meat-bag. Comes back UD10, Becky - Tha Bomber - Romijn.

After: Romijn battered puffy, swaying and jittering on the spot. Warren a shabby ruin, blubbering as the decision's announced: her heart and soul went into that 10th round, only to see Becky's hand raised in triumph. "I was too tuff," Becky mumbles in postfight. "Bytch hit me hard, but I took her best...gave her double. Knocked her down after she dropped her best shots on me...proves I'm better..." Becky still muttering when her corner leads her away: she's out of it. Warren shuddering with tears as she really breaks down in her corner: what a heartbreaking loss for a hard-luck beauty.