Before: Claire Danes the most dominant champion in boxing right now...but she's got an uncomfortable defence in Kristin Kreuk. "You know, she's nothing special," Claire begins contemplatively at the dais. "She's not fast. She's not strong. She's pretty, but there are better bodies at 110. She's not especially tough. But, Kristin is hungry and she's cunning if not particularly intelligent and I will admit she's gotten under my skin at times. She's cost me a lot of money by humiliating Portman - that's supposed to be MY job afterall - but I'm glad Kreuk's getting the shot because I need to really put my foot down on her."

Kristin flat-eyed and curt with press - game face on even 6 weeks before the event. "Danes is wearing down," Kreuk insists. "Against Gellar, she looked like a girl who's crown is getting heavy - in fact, I think Sarah got robbed in that fight. Make no mistake, I'm coming in fresher and hungrier than Claire is, and I'm going to rip those belts from her disappointing waist."

Claire in punching plaid bikini, bra strap top - Kris in black lace push up, hipster red panties.

During R1: Kris squirts a right hand over Claire's jab into Danes' eye, hooks Claire's chin, hooks it again, squirms to get a right hand in over Claire's hip - Danes driven ropeside, blinking, bewildered at the open. Danes setting up on ropes, right at her cheek, left across her gut, sleek n' supple in the pocket...but Kris isn't buying it. Kreuk ignoring the head, pressing up on Claire to square her shoulders, cramming and lugging and hoisting ugly lefts and rights to the pit of Danes stomach, sitting that regal little backside in the ropes. Uppercuts - lefts and rights so short Kris is punching herself in her opposite shoulder on follow through, skidding her fists off Claire's face, top of her skull. Hook on the temple buzzes Danes' knees - she's reaching to clinch. Billygoat Kreuk butts Claire in the teeth to discourage the grapple, digs right/left to the solar plexus, tucking 'em in tidy to wrench a breathy gasp from the champ. Kris wrestling with Claire, lathering on Claire, striping Claire across her waist and ribs and DANES TAKES A KNEE! Claire flustered, all scuffed up - she rises, exhaling hard through pursed lips, digs in to receive Kristin's final flurry. Brunette applying crop to haunch as she wails away late, broad grin on that pretty face, belting away atop Danes' shoulders and skull as Claire covers up at the bell.

R2: Claire forced to attack - she just can't afford to let Kreuk milk a 10-8 lead. Blonde jabbing Kris to the face, turning over a swiping hook, dipping and ripping the right hand up into Kreuk's stubborn breadbasket. Kris responding with tapping, quick lefts and rights, just pushing leather onto Claire while jumping around blonde's left flank. Danes pivoting, bending low - Kris not above punching Claire in her hips or shoulder, just keeping up the pesky lather. Kreuk playing scoot and shoot, putting hands on Claire, but Danes landing the harder shots - driving Kris off with straight right hands and a hardhearted licking hook across the abdomen. Blazing eyes, heaving chests at the bell: high tempo fight proving a crowd pleaser early as Danes takes back a point in the second.

R3: Claire slugging, Kris slugging - it's flyweight heaven. Both girls keeping elbows in, crouching down, then straightening to lick punches against lithe ribs, straining tummies. Small gloves bounce off taut flesh - upperbody movement discouraging any head hunting as girls hunt one another's belly, sternum and flanks. Fight carries into ropes - girls get tangled up, spread apart by the ref and KREUK LANDS CHEAP! Kris hooking on the break, startling Claire - Danes spilling sideways into the ropes, covers up in time to receive a furious Kreuk charge. Kris lathering across Danes' lower back - agonized blonde trembling, reaching around Kristin's hips to clinch: Kreuk jams away, elbows rising, arms pumping as she shoves punches into Claire's body past her outstretched arms. DANES GOES DOWN! Claire breathless to all fours - Kreuk bodied back all snarling and struggling to get at Danes. Claire clear-eyed, deep breathing 8: ON COMES KRISTIN! Danes covering up behind her mitts, wilting sideways to present her left side as she slumps in the ropes - KREUK RELEASES THE HOUNDS! Teeth bared, feet spread wide, Kris hauls slender-limbed shellack onto quivering Claire - fists bouncing off hip, back, rib, shoulder. Kreuk finally leaning in with her weight on Claire's upperback, just SHOVING in right hands to the body - CLAIRE SINKS TO ONE KNEE! Danes blubbering, tears welling up - she's up at 10 and THE REF WAVES IT OFF! Good Lord - Kristin Kreuk does it again! TKO3 for the winner and NEW flyweight queen - Kristin Kreuk!

After: Kris vaulting all the way back to the top of the pyramid on the strength of two tremendous back to back performances - humbling the best technicians in the sport with hardhearted, relentless punching.

Danes distraught, still in shock when Kristin comes for her - brunette hauling snivelling blonde off her stool with a hungry bearhug and jamming her back into the turnbuckle. Kreuk mounts Danes at the ropes: left hand entangled in the damp mop of Claire's hair, right hand thrust high in victory, Kris bellowing out at the crowd. Claire distraught, wishing it all away: she's got her hands up crossed against Kreuk's oppressive belly, blonde turning her face to the side under the weight of brunette celebration. Kreuk has her bumping/grinding way, even making the 'belt' signal with her hands gesturing at her waist rollerderby style. Kris hops down - Claire reclines in the corner, blubbering, hands out across top ropes and KRIS THRUSTS IN THE FLYWEIGHT ELBOW-TIP! Coup de grace guts Danes - she pitches forward with a woofing shout, hugging herself, dropping to her haunces. Insufferable Kreuk all grins, turns away, tapping her temple and nodding like she's 10 times smarter than Claire for catching her that way.