Before: "Brittany's talking retirement," Krista says - eyes bright, hands clasped tight at her chest - she's savouring the thought of Discouraged Daniel. "I'm definitely going to close her out here - I don't want this thing going seven." Daniel tight lipped and determined - triathlete mentality taking over as once again she asks her body to answer Allen's threat. "I'm just going to take it one round at a time," Brittany says, unafraid to be cliche. "I'm not thinking of strategy or what happens next - all I want to do is start piling up rounds on Krista. I'm gonna get on this girl's chest, back her up and start taking minutes away from her. I do that - her fragile psyche will do the rest!" Krista in soft black velvet bikini, white gloves. Brittany in leopard print underwire, bra style bikini, white gloves. Allen nostrils flaring as she leans in during ring instructions, sniffing at the doubt: Brittany tense, holding her body rigid, staring into Krista's clavicle.

During R1: Krista bright eyed, aggressive, spitting jabs to drive Brittany to apron, then piercing blonde defences with sharp, stabbing right hands in pulses. Daniel showing left across her gut, right at her cheek, turning torso to roll punches and ANSWERING BACK HOOKS! Krista hurt at the minute mark as Daniel hooks chin, leans in a chopping right hand, putting Allen on her heels. Hop-hook Daniel: Allen chin-tugged again, now in full retreat. Krista blinking, jabbing defensively, rotating clockwise: Daniel over to offense, snarling as she leans in vicious rights and lefts designed to hurt Krista. Allen loping away, uses her legs to run the clock, forfeit first-round points.

R2: Daniel pounces...gets impaled on Krissy's pre-emptive jab. Allen sorting Brit out, then answering firm right hands: Krista slugging straight off her shoulder, flat footed for power-leverage, pounding away to chin from outside. DANIEL'S HURT! Brittany sadly pony-trotting to her right, eyes moist, mouth open - she's all wobbly-butt, rubbery-legged. Allen seething, jabbing to locate, then leaning into more sleek right hands - Daniel chased ropeside, showing a woozy earmuff.

Cue beatdown.

Dreadful, hard to watch as Krista squares away, methodically unleashing all her hate, all her jealousy, fear and loathing she's stored up over the years for Brittany. Allen organized, dukes ready at her chest - she's stroking Daniel's tummy hard right/lefts; jerking left uppercuts to jug and face; leaning into right crosses to split Daniel's mitts. Brittany in stupor - stooping forward as Allen works the body, leaning back into ropes when Allen carves uppercuts, staring into face-punches as Krissy penetrates up top. Body and head, body and head - easily the most methodical, heaviest-handed Krista Allen we've ever seen. 3 long minutes - Allen dominating every square inch of Brittany - Daniel's curvy legs bravely holding her up throughout. Bell: Daniel swaying on the spot, eyes glassy; Krissy chest heaving, eyes blazing, face a little perplexed - "What do I have to do to put this girl down?"

R3: Flat footed stalking, unusual for these girls, but Brittany's hurt and Krista's weary. Slow clockwise rotation as girls wave pawing jabs, then Brittany steps into Krissy' jaw via the right hand: wild-swinging brawl ensues. Crowd-pleasing stuff - Allen widening her stance, lips curled off her teeth, lashing back rights and lefts as she dips and turns into haymakers. Daniel similarly wide, switching her taut body side to side. Gloves caroming off heads and shoulders, buffetting off chests, bouncing loud off flanks. Daniel eats a pair of right hands bingo onna chin in the middle minute that have her stumbling forward, but she firms, punches back to Krista's body and denies Allen a finishing run. Bell: Girls shuddering with adrenaline rush, lips parted - neither showing any of the caution or judgement we've seen in previous fights.

R4: Krista walks Brittany into a succulent right uppercut, curling it tight to chin. Daniel hooks Krista's ear, then hooks her liver. Krista stubs her jab out on Brittany's face, hooks her cheek, drops the right hand onto Brittany's mouth. Back and forth - flat footed, a little sloppy as both girls are pulling punches up off their hips - crowd roaring as athletes start to bog down in mindless attrition.

Midway through: Kris pulls her hook across Brittany's breadbasket: blonde gasps, cramps up behind her mitts. Allen groggy, mouth open, slops a right hand to Brittany's ear; clouts a left hand upside Daniel's head. Brittany staring, stepping backward, finds ropes with her back. Kris steps-to, double-pumps the jab up top, leans into a sliding right cross: Daniel's head shoots back and to the right - she stoops forward hurt behind her mitts. Kris grimly hooks Brittany behind her right elbow, buckling blonde knees.

Kris gently knuckling at Brittany to position her - Daniel crouching forward in earmuff: Allen picks Brittany up a GORGEOUS curling right uppercut off the right foot. Daniel's face up off her gloves, eye brows high, eyes closed: she's badly, badly loosened.

Allen: snarling as she hooks Brittany's jaw, turning the punch over with the elbow up, swivelling Daniel's head.

Allen: carves another right uppercut, brushing Daniel upright, hands at her tummy, eyelashes fluttering.

Allen: hook toggles Brittany's chin - head swivelling loose and sadly now. Blonde sits into ropes, legs heavy and soft with muscle gone numb.

Allen: legs set firm and strong, arching her back into taut right uppercuts, switching torso-right to lick the hook across Brittany's face. Uppercuts and hooks. Uppercuts and hooks. Brittany dwindling, diminishing, drooping and THE REF STEPS IN! It's over - Krista Allen stops Brittany Daniel TKO4, wins series 4 fights to 2.

After: Allen immediately blurting into exhausted tears as Daniel slumps into man's arms, sobbing in battered disbelief. Instantly the highlight of Krista's career - she's just sobbing tears of exultation as Charisma Carpenter happily hugs and congratulates her. Brittany shaking off the KO and breaking down into devastated tears, stumbling to her stool as cameras zoom in to capture her meltdown - she sits, face in hands, elbows on knees, shuddering in defeat. "Get up!" It's Krista, suddenly in the HMK corner, pulling at Brittany's tanned left arm, tugging snivelling blonde to her feet. Walk of shame, Allen to Daniel - as harsh a contrast as we've ever seen. Daniel blubbering, held in the crook of Allen's right arm: Krista waving with her free hand, nodding triumphantly, pointing occasionally with her left hand at Brittany's face as she presents trophy to all 4 corners. Pundits forced to reassess Krista in the wake of her stirring, gutty, come from behind series win - and Allen's not done with HMK yet: "I want to keep the ball rolling and yes, I'd love to give Durance and Helfer a beating each to collect the set. I feel like I've finally found myself in the boxing ring - I think there's a renegotiation coming with Jenny O'Dell; I see Jenny Mac's making noise again - there's any number of girls who need to get acquainted with the new improved Krista Allen!"