Before: "We always wanted this fight," says a freshly scrubbed Jess in prefight. "My fans are always asking me: 'when're you going to step-to Charlize?' - it's a fight that everyone's always been curious about. But everytime we'd get close to making it happen, Theron would balk, or ask ridiculous money, or whatever - anything to get out of the negotiation. It has taken something like this tournament to finally get the girl to stand her ground and face me woman to woman." Theron chortling throughout, amused more than insulted by Alba's version of events. "Yeah, we've looked at this fight in the past," CT admits, "but Jessica wouldn't fight at a catchweight - she was always demanding I make 115 or something ridiculous. Now it's on - I can end the speculation once and for all and put this little girl down. I just hope her legs are stronger than they look, 'cause I expect a ride when I'm done hammering her senseless!" Charlize in green bikini, slick battle braid, white gloves. Brunette Jessica in yellow bikini, small black work out gloves (as per equalization agreement); battle bun hair. Fight carried live, as a later-prime-time network special.

During R1: Jessica mounting hit and run, directing her attacks to the Theron midsection via sticky tummy jabs. Alba stooping, reaching 'em in "PIK!", then scooting to either side: energy-wicking tactics designed to fatigue Charlize over the long haul. CT frowning with concentration, brushing the odd poke off her regal tummy with her right hand - she's patiently stepping at Jess, walking her down. Alba oily-quick, sidestepping Charlize with a hand shoving in CT's back to guide her past - blonde stumbling around awkwardly at times as brunette matadora proves elusive. Theron adapting late, punching a stiff, thudding jab into Alba's chest just to locate her: punch pounding off slender Jessi as though Charlize is throwing chest-pass medicine balls into her girl.

R2: Charlize's jab controlling Alba's pounce, disrupting sleek brunette, forcing her to circle away. Jessica scowling - strength of bigger blonde unique in Jessi's experience, very worrisome. Minute mark - Theron strides in, slamming a sloping right hand down into the Alba torso: Jessica sent staggering backwards, eyes wide at the concussive force of it. Jessi on her toes, leaping, feinting, loping for her life: CT patiently turning, dukes at chest, just trying to locate her girl. Final minute, Alba gambles, coming in on CT's jab: Jessi countering with a glorious overhand right as Theron misses poke. CT's hands at her tummy, elbows out to either side as she soaks wallop - lips pursed, eyes shut tight, head slammed hard to the right - weight on right foot as left foot momentarily skids up off canvas. Alba eyes bright, crouching low and supple, reaching her left hand to stabilize at Theron's chest - brunette leans in ANOTHER cracking right to chin, Jessi's right (back) foot up off the canvas as she bends in with willowy power. Theron's head tossed again, arms akimbo - she sighs, stumbles into ropes, woozily covers up face in gloves as ALBA TEARS IT UP! Sleek rain of Jessica Alba leather - small mitts digging and gouging into the thickness of CT's waist, pelting at her flanks. Alba's slender limbs shivering on batting contact as she pummels the body, then puts weight on right foot to scrape away right uppercuts. One, two, three - Jessi just ratchetting away - mitt skidding off CT's guard, then penetrating to pick up her face. Bell: Theron badly loosened, staring bleak and JESSI' HOOKS HER LATE! Crowd booing as Alba slings in cheap and flush, swivelling CT's noggin with ref lunging in.

R3: Theron shakes off Alba's power - but blonde shiny/puffy faced. Stunning jabs, CT to Jess, take Alba in her chest and left arm: Jessica shying away, pouting, WANTS to toss in another limber right, but doesn't like the rent CT charges. Minute mark, Theron steps in a thudding jab to Jessi's upperchest and ALBA SITS DOWN! Jessica scooting to her rear, blubbering up from the sheer shock of the blast - she's up in good shape, just astonished at having been sat down by a jab. Alba immediately to her toes, running for her life after 8: Theron picking up her feet, bounding around to match leg with her lissom opponent, heartlessly cutting off the ring. CT swinging a vengeful right hand round to Alba's left flank and hip: punch shattering off Jessi's tanned chassis, shaking her, bringing her down off her toes. Late the round, Jessica trying to squirm in close and hug CT about her ribcage: Theron grimly determined to punch to Jessica's body, even slamming away around the girl's arms in clinchs, or bashing right forearms across Alba's back when she snuggles in close.

R4: RIGHT HAND, JESSICA ALBA! SO pretty they way she's getting that overhand haymaker in - right foot coming off canvas as she commits forward - graceful sweep of the slender arm en route to CT's chin - sinewy body bending in and down with the punch. Theron gobsmacked - head thrown to the right, lips pursed, arms akimbo as she soaks the blow: blonde thighs tremble as Charlize is moved off her stance, stepping back on her heels. Jessica celebrates with a stiff, sticky belly jab "PAK!" then scoots out of range as CT reforms her guard. Charlize nose bleeding, face pinking up nicely - she steps forward, but she's wary now, not chunking her jab out there. Alba able to lunge in belly jabs, patiently nibbling at CT, wicking away her strength: brunette tactics unequivocal here as Jessi deliberately looks to drain Theron's tank.

R5: RIGHT HAND, JESSICA ALBA! CT just facing into the blow, looking the punch all the way in, then she's hurt as Jessica curls sinuous into the blast. Jessi baring her teeth - SHE'S TRYING TO GET CT OUT OF THERE! Slender vixen reaching her left hand to CT's chest, then CLOCKING HER RIGHTY again - right foot up off the canvas as Alba leans into it. Theron blubbering, stumbling back to ropes, trying to form up guard: Alba in with a sumptuous, supple left hook deep to CT's stomach, letting fist linger on flesh a moment before pulling the hand back. Jessica legs straight - she's just sorting CT out with a prodding left, looking to wedge apart the guard, then lean into more right hands: Charlize tilting and rotating her torso, gloves at face. LICKING HOOK, CHARLIZE! Alba caught a clout to face, immediately put wobbly butt - brunette slaps a wan right hand to CT's bruised cheek, eats a clubbing right to jaw in trade. CT reaches for Jess, embraces her, twists her into ropes to reverse positions: cue big blonde beatdown as svelte Alba covers up panicky. Not for the faint of heart: CT lashing at Jessica now; punishing her savage stroking hooks and lanky crosses; pushing her in her shiny tanned shoulders to reset. Theron happy to belt at her girl's flanks and hips - it's all hurting Jess, no matter where it lands. Leather smashes and caroms off Jessica as she weaves her torso, trying to get underneath it, but it's no use: Charlize too big, too strong, simply bashing her girl into stupor. Alba can't throw back - ringsiders screeching in horror as Charlize grows stronger and more thorough - ref steps in to hug a shattered, bawling Jessica Alba to safety. TKO5 Charlize Theron.

After: Theron stomping around, seething: face puffy and sore from Alba's gambling rights - one sided blonde romp didn't exactly play out as expected. Victoria Secret models quickly move in with the Victoria's Secret Body Saddle: Alba snivelling as she comes around, standing there blinking as girls touch, tug and paw at her.

The saddle is black, with silver embroidered detailing.

It is designed somewhat like a large backpack, with padded shoulder straps for Jessica to lean into, and further padded runners that curve around her hips.

Jessica is secured via a series of belted straps. The belly strap is cinched in tight - a pretty blonde model tugging on it to get it snug, pushing a breathy whimper past Jessica's lips. A chest strap snakes in under Jessi's breasts, providing welcome support even as it restrains.

A wide tongue-like belt is pulled between Jessi's legs, looped up her rear and secured with more tugging. Jessi leans into the shoulder straps, eyes moist and shiny, lips parted.

Charlize Theron mounts up. The saddle is designed to support a rider jockey-style: Theron kneels into her foe's back, her knees resting on the pads above Jessica's hips - blonde tucking her feet in under her rump. Hand grips at Jessica's shoulders provide CT with controls, but like many experienced riders, Charlize prefers to use her mount's hair for reins. Thoughtfully, CT works to undo Jessica's battle bun, spilling soft, damp brown locks free and loose. "There, that's better."

Clutching the reins, CT clicks her tongue, uses knee pressure to spur her mount forward. Poor Jessica gasps under the weight, staggering forward with hands at her shoulder straps, face reddening.

CT frowns, yanking hair and gulping her hips at Jessica's back: she's asking for more speed. Slender beauty's trim legs tremble, already buckling - but Alba stumbles forward into canter, fresh whimpers upon her lips.

VS models stand around clapping, looking pretty. Alba stumbling under the weight of her tormentress doesn't even make one complete circuit of the ring before collapsing, pitching CT out of the saddle.

Jessica on her left side, weeping, exhausted, still clutching at her shoulder straps. Theron still angry, hands on hips as she looms over her girl, shouting down "Get up!" and kicking petulantly at Jessica's left thigh.

Welcome to Victoria's Secret Body Saddle Boxing, Jessica Alba.