Before: "I've been through this before," Alyson says of the byzantine corporate machinations at HISC. "Some director or other gets on a youth kick - or his kid sees someone on TV and wants that girl on the team - you never know how these things get started. Someone wants me out - but instead of just giving me my release - HISC wants me bloodied. Fine. I knew what I was getting into when I signed up. I just have two things to say. To HISC corporate - can you see Brenda Song beating me? At anything? To Kristin, I say: be careful what you wish for. The wolfpack looks great from the outside - but you lose to Song here and you'll see a different side of things." Kreuk positively beaming - beautiful little brunette one of the top properties at the weight - getting a good chance to fight her way into a very lucrative position. "When I got the offer sheet, the lights just went on, you know?" Kreuk says at the podium. "It just makes sense - for HISC as well as myself. It's a case of an organization and a fighter being perfect for one another. All I have to do is beat Alyson, to which I say: done and done!" Kreuk in black sport top to a high neck (very soft, expensive leather); black bikini bottoms; small black gloves; black boxing shoes, no socks; slick long low ponytail. Alyson in red bandeau bikini - wide top/sporty bottoms; small black gloves; black shoes/white socks.

During R1: Alyson forward behind her jab - right hand at her cheek. Kreuk retreating in good order, parrying Alyson's poke for the first minute, then starting to counter. Hannigan covering up as Kris feints: Kreuk immediately hooking Alyson's flank behind right elbow. Kreuk easing backward - feinting and jabbing, then lashing lefts off her left foot, rights off her right foot - licking brisk at Alyson's flanks. Hannigan frowning, leaning in and missing shots: Kreuk being supple and evasive, slipping and countering beautifully. Final minute, Kris lures Alyson forward, dips low over front (left) foot, jerks a jagged little left uppercut direct to solar plexus and DOWN GOES ALYSON! Hannigan shouting in pain - dropping to all fours: perfect body shot redhead sobbing for air. Alyson up at 8: Krissy immediately swarming a Hannigan sits iin ropes. Vicious scouring action - Kreuk baring teeth, swabbing her little mitts across Alyson's pale back. Hannigan shuddering, drops to her knees for an insurance knockdown, putting a brilliant grin of triumph on Kreuk's face at bell.

R2: Hannigan wincing, disheveled on her stool - comes out wary, tentative. Kreuk continuing to show respect - baiting Aly with little jabs up the middle, easing back to lure Hannigan forward, slipping any Hannigan offering and going immediately to either flank via those snappy, licking whip-hits. Minute mark - Kreuk leans in, pulls a limber right hand over top for a clanging connect, shaking Hannigan's knees. 30 seconds later - Kreuk stepping back in good order, dips low under a Hannigan one-two, then digs that left uppercut to sternum. Short, gutting blast fitted perfectly amidships: gusty grunt of pain as Hannigan's face tightens, knees loosen; Krissy disengaging with a cute tug of Alyson's bandeau top/sidestep to the left, dark eyes dancing. Face jabs scrub at Hannigan as Kris continues to rotate clockwise: Krissy salts away the round by bending in close to pull another lashing right hand over top, ringing Alyson up to jaw. Hannigan wobbly-butt, scuffed up, and achy-bodied: wheels visibly falling off as pressure mounts.

R3: Alyson forward, hooking off her jab, touching Kreuk stiff in her chest and ribs. Kristin dipping side to side as she steps back - targetting Hannigan's flanks with hooks off the left foot, right hands off the right foot. Alyson visibly bogging down, grimacing as Krissy lashes strapping licks behind the elbows: Kreuk scoring, retreating, sliding off to the side - masterful job of boxing in reverse. Midway through, Alyson almost has Kris cornered at last: redhead commits on hard lefts and rights: Kreuk slips, dips, rolls and spins out of the corner untouched - walking away with a saucy little shimmy of her hips and shoulders. Down the stretch - Kreuk eases back, dips to her left, counters the left uppercut to Alyson's throbbing solar plexus: Hannigan shouting - momentarily up on her toes, then crossing her arms against her body, stooping forward. Krissy all-in: digging hook behind right elbow; digging hook behind elbow, crippling Hannigan. Right hand brushes Alyson's head, gently pushing it aside, then right hand buries in vicious behind left elbow. Swatting touch of the head with the left, then the ripping left hook behind the elbow. Tidy right uppercut off the right foot picks up Alyson's overhanging breasts, then a muscular follow up right uppercut digs up into belly. Kris steps right - her left hand bracing at Alyson's head; Kreuk leans in, buggywhipping her right hand HARD against Hannigan's left hip/lower back. Gruesome, hollow thumping as Kris gets 100% Kreuk into the shot - resets and lashes another buggywhip right into place and HANNIGAN GOES DOWN! Alyson groaning, reaching gingerly for canvas, lowering herself to her haunches. She's crying, hugging her body, and she's KNOCKED OUT! Alyson can't get off her knees - KO3 in withering fashion - Kristin Kreuk!

After: Kreuk crowing - immediately swarmed and congratulated by Claire, Eliza and Michelle: Kristin hugging each in turn, getting acquainted. Doesn't take long for the new foursome to notice cringing wreckage of Hannigan mincing back to her stool: grinning Eliza puts an arm around Kristin's shoulders and whispers: "Take her."

Kris hopping to HISC corner, where Hannigan can expect no assistance - Kreuk pushing startled Alyson backward into corner - brunette mounting ropes with a rapacious smile. Hannigan just sick about it - turning her face to the right - hands up at Kristin's slender hips to push her back, but there's no denying the brunette. Kreuk grabs at Alyson's wrists, wrenching them up in surrender - brunette pushing in with her pelvis to crush Alyson flat to turnbuckle.

Wolfpack clapping, reaching up to pat at Krissy's back and buttocks - pacing around as Kreuk takes her fill of Hannigan. Eliza's next, her hands fisting into Alyson's damp hair, pulling in triumph as Dushku shouts into roaring crowd: Hannigan's hands clenched tight in the meat of her oppressor's pale thighs. Claire demures, but gestures grandly for Mish: Williams roughly pushing Hannigan chest-first to turnbuckle, mounting up from behind - hands on Alyson's shoulders as Mishy nods her head in savage glee.

'Pack gets 10 years younger, turns on Alyson in heartless fashion. Cautionary tale for any one of these lasses in turn, should her star ever start to dim.