BEFORE: "Amanda's starting to slump," Liz says all sparkly-eyed; in prefight - smirking Bjorlin smug at her elbow. "It's the perfect time to brace her. People say, 'why wouldn't you be more supportive of Amanda,' and I'm like I WAS - at the start. Before I knew she'd be sucking the life out of my career and taking all my fights. I sat on the bench so Amanda could secure a title - ME, Elizabeth Berkley - PROVEN Theron-buster and world-class beauty, sitting for this hag. It's the dumbest thing: when you've got Secretariat in the stable, you don't run Francis The Talking Mule!" Amanda more reserved, but not shy about facing down Liz and Nadia whenever they're trying to glare her into submission: Righetti a tough one to punk. "I respect Elizabeth's game," Amanda says at podium. "She's a Ciindy Crawford level fighter with near-perfect scouting on me - that's a dangerous combination. I really admire how Eliza Dushku has managed her stablemates in these situations, and I'm trying to emulate her calm execution. They're coming at me - I didn't start this - but I will definitely leave my stamp on two houses when we're finished." Amanda in royal blue sport cut top; royal blue cheerleader style spanky trunks; white shoes; white gloves; ponytail. Berkley in black bikini top; bright orange cheerleader spanky trunks; black gloves; white shoes; top-knot ponytail - golden curls tumbling down her back.

During R1: Classy clockwise jab-and-hop - girls bouncing out, then in, trying to find range. Liz the first to commit: stiff jab; pounding right; stabbing straight left chasing Righetti to ropes. Amanda shows earmuff, stoops forward: Liz straps waist a thick right/left - resetting on front (left) leg to dig home the extra left hook to Amanda's ribs. Righetti coiled, rips the right uppercut: Liz brushed back, lopes to midring, giving up top position at ropes. More jabbing-recon, followed by determined assault: this time Righetti in off the jab, pounding crosses and hooks on the come. Liz driven ropeside, eyes blazing: she ducks, fits Amanda for left uppercut to tummy, trades short right hands inside as girls crowd close. HAMMER AND TONGS! Furious exchange as athletic big girls unleash - bending and twisting into hooks/uppercuts. Delayed reaction in Amanda's kenes - she's buzzed: Righetti backs off, blinking rapidly. Liz strong down the stretch, steppin' in that jab, threatening Amanda's flanks: Righetti hounded to ropes, forming sturdy earmuff as Liz squares away. Berkley strong to the bell, strapping Amanda's ribs/flanks big, thick rights and lefts. Crowd exultiing at the healthy leather - in particular several name welterweights anxious to see Righetti set back.

R2: Classy jabs, clockwise footwork at the open: both girls obviously well schooled, mirroring each other's moves. Righetti stooping, spotting jabs to body, then head: she slowly dominates the airspace as 'Beth's jab can't get off. Minute mark: HOOK/RIGHT HAND RIGHETTI! Sudden shock as Amanda steps in, gets off rapidamente: Berkley stunned, reels to ropes shook. Amanda steps-to: chin tucked, eyes bright, dukes at cheeks...she braces Liz a series of pounding jabs, forcing Berk to form crouching peek-a-boo shell. Wide, palm-down right swings into Lizzie's flank, taking her loud in behind the elbow, above left hip. Punch sets Righetti in forward aspect on left leg: she dips and rips left uppercut from there, picking Liz up sharp. Staying over to her left, Amanda bobs, snatches the left uppercut to Berkley's bronzed midsection: expensive tummy quivering with spank. Berkley grimacing, hurt, but combative: she claws back a tight hook off the ropes, skidding scalp; Amanda hooks tummy again; shifts weight to right foot, shifts torso to right side. Right uppercut from Amanda - vicious, jerky shot: Liz chin-clipped, draping back in ropes. Hook/right hand Amanda, pounding jaw: Berkley rocked again, strong legs holding her up. Amanda hooking, Liz hooks-with: blonde feral, lips curled off teeth, fighting desperately to deny Righetti's finishing run. Expensive trade in savage right crosses/left uppercuts hurts Liz, but convinces Amanda to back off: Righetti frowning with concentration. Berkley off the ropes, reorganizing dukes at cheeks: she's operating behind her jab, regaining professional form. Pounding back and forth stick - girls shelling each other broadsides, right heels up off canvas, feet wide apart. Bell: Berkley visibly shaken, but defiant, thrusting out her chin and chirping: "Couldn't drop me 'Manda!" Righetti glaring, knows it's true.

R3: Righetti doubling up the jab, forcing it through Elizabeth's guard, spanking face. Berkley knocked off-stance - forced to regroup. Amanda walking Berkley down, jabbing her, then featuring the wide right roundhouse to body: like she's hitting Berk with an oar. Berkley hounded to apron, snarling: she's hurting, but cagey, eyes still bright. Left/right tic-toc body assault from Amanda blocked on Berkley's elbows: Liz issuing an immediate short left uppercut receipt, finding chin. Girls dip in close, trade short right hands: Amanda's right (back) leg trembles in exchange. Girls twist into left hooks, each rolling to her right side on follow-through; Liz able to brawl off the ropes, forcing Amanda back a step. tightly configured guards...heads/gloves leaning in close together, elbows close to bodies: tall vixens dipping and twisting with legs/back behind power shots. Banging two way, but Righetti getting harmed: thumping left in her rightside ribs; short overhand right to her hairline; dip-n-rip left uppercuts bracing her tits. Amanda gets it: she disengages, sliding back in stance while issuing good smoke-screen jabs: Berkley unable to roar in. Righetti circles to her right - Berkley walking her down: Liz dropping hands to her sides on approach, oozing arrogance. Amanda jabs jug, slides back half a step, hooks chin as Berkley's flowing forward. Liz startled, but aggressive, she loads up righty and EATS A CROSS! Amanda leaning in, turning Berkley's chin even as Elizabeth's right flops out. Berkley's right (back) leg gives way...she corkscrews to her right, pitching onto her back in stupor. Berkley: hands up around her head, eyelashes humming, lips parted UHHHH...she's helpless, can't fight off the count. In the background, enraged Nadia Bjorlin slamming her palm on the apron, screaming "GET UP!" KO3 in diamond-cutter fashion, Amanda Righetti.

After: Righetti hands on hips, taking deep breaths to compose herself on a couple of circuits around the ring as Liz gets smelling salts on her back: Close-run thing could easily have seen Righetti on HER back, and she knows it. "Liz is tough, I'll give her that," Amanda says in postfight. "We started to trade, and I felt her power, and I just willed myself to stay in with her. I honestly feel - of the two of them - that Berkley's the better overall fighter than Bjorlin. That's just my opinion, but I think after this I'll probably steamroll Nadia. Then the two of them can fight for table scraps, which is how it should have been all along. Funny - now that it's all out in the open, I feel good about it. I may have wanted real team-mates at one point, but I'm happy to have subordinates if they can't accept me. I won't be bullied in my own gym: these two need to be bytchslapped, and bytchslapped HARD."