Before: Tawdry-brawling escapades in prefight - Naomi even tearing a sea-blue tshirt of Kirsten's in one incident - Watts carrying on like she's a tempestuous 18 year old ingenue scrapping for recognition and it's got Kreuk on her heels psychologically.

"I don't know what her damage is," a disheveled Kreuk says, wide eyed after a shrieking Watts has demolished yet another photo-shoot session. "We're supposed to be professionals here and she's acting like a spoiled brat. If this is supposed to be intimidating to me, Naomi obviously has no clue who she's fighting. I came up in the WB: girls fight in the cafeteria there for lunch money."

Watts much more lucid, calculating one-on-one - canny blonde vixen clearly playing mind games with her younger foe. "I'm in Kristen's head," Naomi smiles with confidence, "she flinches every time I'm in a room with her and she's always glancing over at me to see what I'm going to do. I could take a bloody NAP when she's around - that's the difference between us. I see a short, brutal fight between us, with her quitting. I won't allow her to string this out and survive: I'm hunting Kirsten down and mauling her."

Kristen in tan sheepskin western motif bikini, tan UGG boxing boots, sheepskin UGG boxing mittens, low ponytail. Watts in white Huckabees bikini (ring connections), tan UGG boxing boots and sheepskin boxing mittens.

Ring instructions: Kreuk scowling, Naomi grinning - Watts cups Krissy's face in the palm of her left mitt and plants a bruising kiss on Kreuk's writhing lips. Kreuk reeling away, sputtering, aghast - Watts cackling, licking her lips and leering as ref restores order.

During R1: Naomi on her toes, right hand high, left low, bopping in and out, lifting jab off hip as she negotiates distance. Kreuk dukes up, more conventional, looking to find Watts with the jab, but blonde footwork dictating terms. Watts loose-limbed, free-swinging: she's chopping down with the right hand, licking saucy lefts off her thigh, bounding in and out on springy legs. Kreuk tentative, trying to sort it all out - Watts showboating in spots as Kris just poses between her mitts. Blonde dancing around, batting playfully down with her palms against Krissy's head and shoulders while sidestepping her, feinting Krissy with exagerrated stomps. Midway through, feint sets up a hesitation chop-right which finds Krissy's left cheek: lathering left hook on the chin; shorter, straighter right hand on the mouth sends Kreuk reeling to ropes. Watts pouncing, drawing lanky hooks across Kreuk's jumping breasts, carving down on hard right hands - poor Krissy stunned, staring, slumps against ropes all at sea. Watts' left hand grabs Krissy's left forearm, anchoring brunette for clubbing right hands over and over upside the head. Kreuk's knees trembling as Naomi jams away until ref's break. Kreuk's eyes moist, frightened - Watts wriggling inside, reaching under Krissy's arms and body-walking her awkwardly to the Watts' corner. BEATDOWN! Naomi hunkering down, setting her feet for hup-hup body work: slender blonde shoulders rotating, sheepskin mitts thumping and skidding across tender brunette rib and quivering tummy meat. Kreuk making sick little 'GuGG...GuGG' noises as she soaks a roasting - she's paralyzed, helpless. Watts chugging away to breadbasket and breasts, working, working, working: excited Nicole Kidman up on her feet at ringside, screaming "MORE! MORE! NAOMI GIVE HER MORE!" Bell: Kreuk open mouthed, glassy eyed - she steadies herself with a right hand on the ropes, shaking her pretty head and WATTS DRIVES IN WITH A CHEAP FLYWEIGHT ELBOW TIP! Naomi slashing in from off Kreuk's left side, jamming her to tummy - poor Kreuk cries out, drops to all fours as ref pulls coldblooded Aussie off for a well-deserved lecture.

R2: Watts romps on in: Kreuk's there waiting with cold eyes and hard heart. Kris dips low under brazen blonde punching, answers back short, cruel, spanking left/right off white trunks, hunching Aussie bully up with a gasp. Kreuk in there tight, she arches her back, hoists a pair of short right hands up into Naomi's straining breadbasket - blonde reaching breathlessly for brunette ribs in a desperate clinch. Ref's break - Naomi shaky-legged, shying away, Kreuk's eyes flashing as boxing match devolves into mere vendetta. Kris jabbing at a retreating blonde, knocking her to ropes, then bending in to pull a sweeping right roundhouse into Watts' flank: Naomi shouting in pain, cringing forward - she's hurting, slumped in the ropes as Kreuk squares away. Flyweight hup-hup underneath - Kris determined to get every one of those body blows back as she goes at Naomi with vigour. Watts grunting, groaning, tilting forward - Kreuk sets up off Aussie right shoulder, standing up into Watts with short, stuffing right hands while glaring off into the audience until Naomi's clinch prompts break. Hungy, hungry Kreuk pushed back, her eyes never leaving the target: Watts open mouthed, parched, astonished - she covers up, cringing forward to protect her throbbing middle and Kreuk opens up the playbook. Lithe little brunette scouring shiny Aussie lower back with swabbing lefts and rights, shaking Naomi's legs. Kris hooking in behind the elbow so hard she's hopping on her left plant-leg - DIGGING that sheepskin mitt in above Naomi's hip. Pushing into Naomi, Kreuk's able to get short-shrugging sheepskin onto haughty Aussie jug - cruel side to side scrubbing action cleaning up on Watts' rack as Naomi sobs in outrage. Bell: Watts trembling, but still alert - she drapes herself on Kris and hangs on until ref physically peels 'em apart, anticipating a return-of-serve flyweight elbow from a little brunette notorious for the move.

R3: Both girls well worked-over early, eyes flashing, chests heaving as they stand up from stools: vixens hop-to each other with hard intentions for each other. Watts leans, claps a right hand hard to Krissy's jaw, beating Kreuk to the punch. Naomi easing back out, draws a limber hook across Krissy's jugs, then flicks a little backhand jab at Kreuk's eyes to pre-empt the receipt. Girls lean into right hands up top and Naomi wins again, sheepskin mitt skidding clean off Kreuk's jawline as brunette fans over top. Naomi draws that sleek come-back hook across Kreuk's chest again - blonde starting to grin as she's getting the better of strapping toe-to-toe. Kris a little ragged, getting tagged and not adjusting - she's too thirsty for Naomi's chin, slugging late and getting beat to punches. Minute mark - Watts scorches a crippling right/left across Kreuk's taut waist - Krissy doubleclutching, crouching forward behind her mitts and WATTS LIGHTS HER UP! Gorgeous, tight, jagged right uppercut - Watts scraping it up across Krissy's face - she dips and gets it again as Kreuk totters forward. Kreuk mute, hurt - Watts dips and fits the right hand flat to trembling body - blonde nibbling her bottom lip prettily as she places her shot. Kris groaning, stumbling forward behind her mitts - Watts stepping back in good order and walking her into right uppercuts chin and body. Naomi sidestepping at the apron, allowing winded Kris to stagger face-first to ropes and WATTS POUNCES! Naomi all business to Kristen's trunks - swinging right/left spanks off tender groin, bunching Kreuk up with a sob. Naomi straightening her back, clawing the short left and right uppercuts, doubling down hooks in behind Krissy's right elbow, clanging away on Kristen's lower back - heinous blonde beat down administered as Kreuk quivers on quitting legs. Lathering shellack tears away unopposed - Krissy wilting in stages to all fours, mouth panting open, tears flowing and NAOMI TREATS HER TO UGG BOOT IN THE RIBS! Blonde tossing her hands high as right foot thumps solid to achy brunette ribs - poor Kristen shouting in outrage, mouth open, eyes clamped shut - ref bodying Watts off and reading her the riot act. Delay allows Kristen to beat the count, but she's ruined - eyes hollow, lips parted - she covers up earmuff, listing to port against the ropes as angry Watts marches in a-scowling. Finishing lather a brutal formality - Naomi just squared up and swishing away side to side as Kris sags with her left side in the ropes, finally going to her haunches under buckets of blonde sheepskin. Snarling Watts pushed back - Kreuk hugging herself and blubbering - Naomi Watts bangs out a heartless TKO3.

After: "She started it," Watts shrugs when called to carpet for cheap roughouse in this fight. "Don't touch my trunks if you can't take it. I fight hard and I fight to win - Kreuk obviously felt she could bully me and I just stuffed everything back down her throat." Kristen obviously scalded, quickly exiting the ring - Naomi playing the kid perfectly in prefight and setting the bully's tone during the contest - Kreuk just never looked comfortable against this girl tonight.