BEFORE: (recap, for those who missed it) Hayden chummy with press - every inch the favourite in prefight. Cassie cold but cordial - Hayden respects that. "Cassie's very polished, very dangerous," Hayden says at podium. "She's not all up in your face beforehand - she keeps it in the ring, which is very mature and professional and refreshing. We've loads of tape on her, so I feel comfortable with our scouting, and I'm encouraged by her Hudgens setback. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but Vanessa's win stripped away some of the mystery around Cassie. I saw some things I can exploit, and I'm looking forward to trying!" Cassie scowling prettily at podium, small taperecorder in hand. "I'm glad you brought up Vanessa," Scerbo says, eyes flashing. "Congratulations on that - nicely done - steering me into my first loss. Because of that, I have a little gift in turn, since you're so into solving mysteries..."

Cassie presses play, puts the recorder close to mic. Scerbo's voice clearly audible, despite a little static: "This is dispatch, copy...We've got a little post-fight disturbance happening in-ring...Tavares, I want you and your men to secure Foxfire on the north side of the ring - they're going to want to get in there, and we don't want this thing going wide. Quinn - take a detail into the main hall and detain Sarah Carter - she's out there doing something and we don't want her to backdoor us. Let's put a lid on this guys: don't let Foxfire start a riot. Song and Hudgens are stomping Hayden, but it'll burn itself out...stay focussed on the larger group."

Cassie triumphant, glaring down at a shellshocked Hayden Panettiere. From the crowd, Sarah Carter's throttled voice: "Bytch!" - security to def-con 5. Cassie smiling: "Guess you didn't know how dangerous I was after all, hey Hayden? Yes: I had you stomped. I broke the Sarah Carter lead to the press. I pulled the strings on the worst humiliation of your career. Don't ever deflect me again: when I want you, I want you, capice? Can't wait Hayd: this is gonna be fun."

Hayden in purple bikini from SELF mag shoot - coming to ring in soft purple pull over (removed for fight, of course); small black gloves; shoulder length hair loose. Cassie in black bikini with push up bra style top - coming to ring with a slouchy-fit black sweat top; small black gloves; hair in high ponytail with frisky bangs. Hayden trembling with fury, lips tight: Cassie still glowing over her thunderclap press conference performance.

During R1: Hayden erupting off her stool, charging the mound: Cassie forced into withering exchanges off the get go. Hayden prodding a couple of stiff jabs; hurling in the sidearm, palm-down right - bouncing in/out in wide stance...she's nailing Cassie's head wicked licks. Scerbo in similar pouncing, wide stance - jitterbugging to her right: she's hooking back at Hayden's body, then her chin...Scerbo baring teeth, eyes blazing. Right hand Hayden kisses chin - Scerbo's ponytail swishing violently side to side as she takes it flush and SCERBO GOES DOWN! Cassie panting, startled on all fours: Hayden pushing against ref, screaming 'GET UP YOU BYTCH!" Organized 8, Cassie Scerbo: she's alert, nodding "I'm good" to ref and ON COMES HAYDEN! Hayden with the raised left prodding at Cassie's face/raised guard: Panny bends her knees, twists torso-left to pull a hateful roundhouse right loud into Cassie's left flank. Sharp bark of pain, Cassie: she slumps back into ropes as legs go numb from body whack. Hayden tilting weight to left (lead) leg - digging repeat lefts up into Cassie's lungs: Scerbo sobbing, sitting in ropes, buckling. Hayd shifts weight to right leg - left hand light at Cassie's right shoulder as Scerbo's stooped forward behind her mitts. RIGHT UPPERCUTS, HAYDEN P! Panny DIGGING - tidy little body tight with uppercutting effort...poor Scerbo squealing, trying to hold her guard together. Scerbo eventually slugged upright, eyelashes batting: HAYDEN WANTS JUG! Scerbo very well endowed for a Disney lass - Hayden gets in there and cleans up every square inch hup-hup-hup. Scerbo bleating in jug-shock, trying to cover herself: Hayden's chugging licks just too ferocious. Desperate clinching from Scerbo as her legs give way: Hayden body-stacks her deep to ropes, pushing on Scerbo's tummy to disengage and maintain the hurt. Bell to bell Hayden: she's STILL digging repeat right hands to Scerbo's tummy, forcing ref to pull her off. Cassie blinking away tears, but seething herself: downed, but unbroken after a huge Panettiere surge. Hayden so bratty - she's got to be lifted off the ground and carried writhing to her corner.

R2: Hayden back at Cassie with blazing eyes: Scerbo baring teeth, meeting the charge. Mirror image jitterbugging footwork in wide stances - girls darting in and out, stubby-jabbing each other to set up wide, roundhouse rights; short, up-thrusting left hooks or uppercuts. Cassie leading the odd left uppercut, then chopping in a left/right, lighting Hayden up. Swift right/left to the temples knocks Cassie off balance, drives her to ropes: Hayden hops-to, baring her teeth as she PUMPS RACK! Hayden furiously at Scerbo's chest, humbling it, when SHE TAKES A HOOK! Savage left well-timed as Hayden's preoccupied with jug: Panny staggers back wobbly butt as Scerbo surges forward. Ringing straight rights and lefts punch across Hayden's brow, knocking her backwards. Far ropes: Hayden hitting in disarray: Scerbo unleashing a withering array of batting lefts and rights - short arms shivering on whacking contact with Hayden's sturdy body. Scerbo tidying up in flurries, then pivoting in front of Hayden, darting in and out: Panny vexed from a variety of angles, touched up body and head. Brisk, crisp tattooing: Scerbo letting her hands go - small gloves sounding out in bright PIK! PAK! PEK! patterns up and down the Panettiere chassis. Bell: Scerbo lands a late right hand tight to chin, digs a pair of cruel left uppercuts to tummy, gutting Hayden late and bringing in the ref. Scerbo just as bratty - struggling in the grasp, trying to get at Hayden as ref escorts her to corner.

R3: Fighters scuffiing up, but it's fury unabated: they bounce back together in a whirlwind of hate. Blistering stuff back and forth - both girls so springy, so ballistic - punching with their whole bodies behind withering combos. Minute mark, Hayden times Cassie for a kissing right, startling her: brace of follow-up hooks rake Cassie chest-and-face...DROPPING HER TO HER BUNS! Scerbo blubbing, blinking - down and hurt AGAIN by hated Hayden. Seething Panny pushing at ref, wanting more Cassie as Scerbo lurches up. Cassie collecting herself at ropes, digging in: ON COMES HAYDEN! Panny tearing into Scerbo - POUNDING her waist wide rights and lefts in abrupt switches; DIGGING up into sternum multiple chugging lefts; ROMPING to jug with both hands greedy. Scerbo doing her best - punched back into ropes, trying to hold herself together under fierce bombardment. HOOK! Cassie times her counter just right, checking chin as Hayden's investing in jug...PANETTIERE'S WOBBLY BUTT! Hayden reeling away shabby, eyes staring, lips parted: Cassie leaps at her, chipping a swinging palm-down right across the chin. HAYDEN CRASHES TO HER BACK! Little legs all locked up, hands up above her head, eyes closed, eyebrows high, lips pursed...poor Hayden out, but trying to roll onto her right side, falling back to her back with miserable little herky jerk movements. It's all over - KO3 Cassie Scerbo over Hayden Panettiere.

After: Hayden rack-happy, caught up in the throes of Scerbo-hate: it's chaos. Scerbo exultant - screaming in triumph, stalking the ring...Foxfire in uproar; Sarah with hands on her head, blinking away furious tears. Poor Hayden brought round on her stool - she's woozy, already cursing herself for going so crazy-town on Cassie when SCERBO MOVES IN! Hayden all "wha'?" as Cassie yanks her up by her left arm: WALK OF SHAME FOR HAYDEN PANETTIERE! Camera pans, catching Song, Hudgens, Meester, Snow and others standing, applauding, even as the bulk of the pro-Hayden crowd unleashes boos. Cassie with her black slouchy top on - she's displaying Hayden in full bikini, taking her to all four corners before shoving her back into Madsen's arms with a big, swinging, healthy clap on the rump for good measure. "I've beaten Song and DESTROYED Hayden," Cassie pants into the mic for postfight. "Once I turn my guns on Vanessa, I'll be totally dominant over these girls, and looking for more. Sarah will be brushed aside. Lacey Chabert won't be champ for long, not with me on the warpath!"