BEFORE: Prefight shenanigans: Olga startled by a slap even as she's slapping Lily a right hand at the first photo-shoot: seething glares and pretty pouts as sinewy vixens are separated thereafter. "I'm furious," Olga says, gypsy eyes flashing. "For Lily Cole to be given Krusher legitimacy - when I am already in the stable? Unspeakable! I am Kurylenko: there are no other models. I will batter Lily - BATTER her: she'll be doing our laundry and scrubbing our floors after this fight!" Cole vaulting into the limelight after impressing Krusher brass...but is she ready for the Ukrainian Whippet? "More than ready," Cole asserts with a minx' grin. "She's about to be rudely undressed in this fight...perhaps literally if I should knock her out. When I look at Olga, I see putty in my hands. Putty: to be smudged and molded as I see fit!" Olga in vivid ring-connected purple bikini; black hair in unruly choppy tousle; small black gloves. Cole in bright royal blue bandeau - ruffled top; small pink gloves; teased bob. Olga seething during stare-down; Cole with chin down, looking up through her eyelashes, pouting. At one point, Lily mouthes the word "PUTTY" at Olga; Kurylenko THIS CLOSE to losing her shit.

During R1: Olga tense - lips curled off teeth - she's in wide stance, weight on front (left) leg, elbows in tight to her body as she twirls short left and right cuffs against Lily's jawlines/cheeks. Olga pivoting to her left - leaning forward and back in her stance to change distance: good, springy stuff early. Cole facing into clout, pouting as her face is cuffed - she's turning midring, taking early. Olga circling, having her way: she's pinging out jabs midway through, extending the left to tap Lily's face. Final minute - Olga cruising - springy/leggy about her girl, alternately cuffing her at close range, or drilling her outside. Right hands from Olga slide in, smite face: Kurylenko stepping out after scoring tart one-twos, walking to her right, glaring prettily over left shoulder as she circles her foe.

R2: Olga pinging out the jab, pivoting left: small gloves cracking against Lily's face PIK...PIK...Kurylenko scowling, baring teeth when she's getting off: lean brunette all rangy/angular, reaching out and scoring. Cole answering at minute mark: slapping right hands. Olga taking on her cheek, looking startled - legging out to regroup. Lily hopping forward in her stance - gangly, limber: she's not as snappy in her movements as Olga K. Slapping Cole right hands spook Olga, but can't discourage her: brunette always circling back in, tapping her jab at Cole's face to retake initiative. Kurylenko's eyes wide, fierce whenever she releases elastic right hands from the shoulder: Cole routinely getting her face knocked back or turned aside. Bell: trace of blood, swelling on Cole's lower lip; Olga's eyes dancing at the sight.

R3: Cole pressing, slapping righty: Olga sees it, ranging to her right to take the sting out of Cole's punches. Lily hopping-with - lithe, supple: legs're springy, but her punching's pushy, slappy - rarely snapping out there. Olga briskly to her right - choosing spots to dart back in: she's catching Lily a rigid right uppercut to solar plexus - small gloves sounding out PAK! Cuffing forget-me-not hooks pull across Lily's face as Olga's disengaging: Kurylenko starting to outclass the Brit as Cole's face scuffs up through 3.

R4: Cole willing, aggressive...she's hopping to Olga, trying for her, but Kurylenko's educated legs have the answer. Kurylenko turning British flanks, tapping jabs, dropping right hands, gouging body: rangy brunette starting to showcase lean lines, sampling Cole at will. Lily grunting, lips off teeth: she's frazzled, cinammon curls in her eyes as she turns, movements slowing. Olga comparatively bright-eyed - happiest when she's snik-snikking jabs into Lily's face, or leaning into long right hands to delicate British cheek. Bell: tiny gasp of pleasure from Olga as Lily stumbles, looking wretched through 4.

R5: Olga tapping jabs; Cole slapping right hands: Kurylenko clouted in trade, but her straight poke's moving Lily around. Leaning in on front (left) leg, Olga dips left shoulder, rips left uppercut to sternum; moments later she's at the body again via rigid right uppercut. Lily: sobbing aloud, eyes shut tight at body-torment...Olga grinning. Left jab to teeth knocks Lily's head back: cinnamon curls bouncing. Rangy left hook clouts across Lily's open mouth, turning her face. Backhanding, palm-down left brushes Lily's lips, spooking her; shafting right hand slides across cheek. Smooth, scrubbing action from long brunette limbs...small gloves nipping and skidding across tender face and COLE GOES DOWN! Lilly sleepy-eyed, scrubbed upon her face ahe's tottering backward...she's dropped to her buns, lips quivering. Olga shouting down in Ukrainian; bodied back by ref...Cole a cringing wreck, rolling to her knees, trying to stand. Rickety beauty manages to beat the count, but stumbles face-first into ropes: she's blubbering, snivelling, hanging onto top cable to avoid going down. Ref queasy, waves it off: TKO5 Olga K.

After: Olga strutting, showing sinewy leg while flashing eyes seek out rivals ringside. Kurylenko striding to the Cole corner, pulling her up off stool, holding her elbow while slapping her awake...then it's right arm around the waist for the Walk of Shame. Cole's pretty face reddened, sore, and puffy from Olga's accurate mitts: Kurylenko just too motivated/experienced tonight. Sinuous rivals seated ringside, lips pursed, arms crossed: nobody's happy to see Olga extend dominion over the model/actress set. Marissa Miller gnashing teeth; Alessandra Ambrosio oozing scorn; Adriana Lima furious, flushed; Heidi Klum scowling; Krupa writhing...Olga's slowly eclipsing the whole group with her performances