BEFORE: One photo from pre-fight conveys it all: grinning Rachel on the left, her right hand capturing Olga's right wrist after intercepting Kurylenko's slap attempt; Olga on the right, enraged, stunned at Rachel's temerity. "I'm just not taking any of her crap," Rachel says at podium all bright-eyed and aggressive. "Olga likes to bedazzle and abuse her foes in prefight; likes to intimidate them - but I don't spook. I don't care how pretty she is, or how important she acts: if she tries any of that junk with me, I'm just gonna slap her down." Olga's gypsy-dark eyes blazing in prefight: she's as outraged as an Aristocrat after a peasant has yanked the whip out of her hand. "Rachel Nichols will suffer," Olga vows. "She put her hands on me: she must pay." Olga in vibrant purple bikini; small black gloes; black hair in unruly gypsy tangle-curls. Rachel in green lace push up; sporty swimsuit bottoms in random geometric patterns of yellow/green/mauve/white/blue; small glack gloves; curly red hair in long ponytail, ringlets framing face. Olga refuses to touch gloves; Rachel just laughing at Russian temper.

During R1: Olga rangy, sinewy - she's very taut and springy, body tenses as she's up on her toes, circling clockwise. Rachel stepping in pursuit: chin tucked, right hand up, left hand pawing out jabs. Olga showcasing her angular speed: swifts lefts and rights in straight trajectories, strafing at Rachel's defences from outside. Olga's constant lateral movement keeping her safe: she's setting the tempo, initiating action as Rachel tries to answer-off-the-block. Good sleek round of boxing, Olga K: Rachel unhurt, but vexed, turned, and controlled midring.

R2: Olga flashing that sticking jab, stepping left around it: Rachel continues to follow/react this round. Minute mark, Olga follows up swift left jab with sudden, slicing right: Rachel's chin turned aside, knees buckling in alarm as lanky Ukrainian leans in. As Nichols tries to organize - Olga is upon her: Kurylenko's eyes blazing, lips curling off teeth as she rifles in a sleek, straight left/right/left up the middle, dotting Rachel's face. Nichols tottering backward in confusion...Olga stepping-with, leaning in to spear long right hand straight down into redhead tummy with crowd-pleasing spank. Ropes: festive punching from Olga - switching side to side shoulders power straight lefts and rights, raking Rachel across her front. Nichols pasted across her face, swept across her breasts...Olga well outside, extending on shots, just raking her redhead. Curvy Rachel proving durable: she weathers the worst of it - starts sliding to her right along ropes as Olga dials back the intensity. Final minute: Rachel woozy, right hand at left shoulder/left across her gut at ropes; Olga stalking with left hand dangling low, right hand cocked. Olga just stamping single lead right hands into Rache - fitting her for tummy, breast and face strikes to bell.

R3: Rachel recovers well - Olga looks a little arm-weary: pendulum swings over to redhead. Nichols chopping the jab out and down - powerful stroke unnerving for Olga, prompting her to circle. Kurylenko very leggy here - loping the perimeter: Rachel the clear aggressor hunting her sleek-lined vixen down, though doing little in the way of real damage.

R4: Olga settles down - still leggy to her left, but setting down more, not as anxious to be moving. Rachel startled by Olga's sudden delivery: Kurylenko's jab from the waist striking Rache to mouth; sudden-twitch right hands striking Rache across the face from well outside. Nichols spooked, late on receipts, following Olga rather than cutting off ring: clever brunette back in control, dictating terms through 4.

R5: Rachel jabbing-with, trading mouth-poke with Olga early. Kurylenko tries to back away; Rache steps-with, getting inside Olga's jab to kiss a driving right hand off the chin and DOWN GOES OLGA! Smooth redheaded power - Rache stepping in and blowing Olga to her backside: Kurylenko up for a flustered, disheveled 8! ON COMES NICHOLS! Second minute one of the worst of Olga's career: she stiffens at ropes, standing face-in-gloves, elbows in tight to her body as Rachel squares away and beats her without pity. Great shivering, whacking blasts up and down Olga's sleek, imperious flanks: Rachel just breaking out a crowbar and going to town on slender torso. Glorious stuff on a par with Harmon's destruction of Helfer last year: Rachel just getting big and strapping it on. Gut check for Olga: she's suffering; she's crying into her gloves, but she doesn't collapse. Rachel forced to ease off the throttle late or risk punching herself out, just applying insurance leather to Olga's wiry arms/lissome waistline to bell.

R6: Olga steps in wide onto left leg - signaling a right hand to get Rache to cover up: Kurylenko dips n' digs a gorgeous left uppercut all rangy and sticky to Rachel's solar plexus instead! Bleat of pain, Rachel Nichols: rangy brunette getting perfect leverage, hollowing out her redhead with excrutiating force. Rachel's turn to cringe forward face-in-gloves: Olga arches her back, splits the mitts with a licking right uppercut and RACHEL SPILLS TO ALL FOURS! Nichols sputtering, blinking: Olga STRUTTING to neutral corner, eyes flashing. Resume: Rachel desperately hurt, covers up peek-a-boo against ropes: Olga hungrily at her for sustained operations. Kurylenko sinewy outside - wide stance anchoring rangy, criss-cross lefts and rights back and forth across Rachel's front. Nichols bobbing on the spot, leaning back into ropes, keeping her guard up: withering paint-job partially blocked, but Olga clearly pastes her girl for points through 6.

R7: Rachel jabbing-with, disrupting faster brunette's timing as girls trade mouth-poke. Rachel able to come forward: she's steadily zeroing in on ribcage - getting to Olga with wide right roundhouses; sumptuous left hooks. Kurylenko mouthbreathing half way through - she's flat footed, keeping elbows in, circling back and away from Rache. Nichols systematic - stepping to Olga, punishing her belly and flanks with short, swiping clouts. Redhead weight of shot starting to break her brunette down through 7.

R8: Confident stepping pursuit from Rachel. She jabs-with early, trading chin-pokes, then edging in as Olga covers up. Kurylenko shabby as Rachel delivers brawny to ribs: Nichols pursing lips, popping hips-right to sink the left hook CHUP to body; Olga stooped forward in earmuff, lips quivering in receipt. Olga's long legs trembling as she backs up, turns at the ropes...Rachel just walking her down, staying on with strapping, clapping, body work. Midway through, Rache comes off that lean midsection with a tidy left uppercut - splitting Olga's mitts, knocking her back into ropes at the stagger. Rachel steps-to: redhead eyes alert, clear; Olga's eyes sleepy, eyelashes fluttering, lips pouting. Redhead squares away brawny - bracing her left forearm against Olga's raised guard to prep, then twisting torso-left to haul in a thick, whacking right to flank. Beatdown: Rachel squared away, going at Olga methodical...redhead just plastering supple brunette flanks via withering, shellacking assault. It's all too much: Olga blubbering into her mitts, paralyzed by Rachel's relentless hammering...aching brunette wilts forward rickety, easing herself to all fours with anguished expression. KO8 Rachel Nichols as Olga can't get off her knees.

After: Vicious back and forth fight, finally won as the bulldog wears down the greyhound. Olga weeping on her stool - unconsolable as she hugs her ribs and rocks gently back and forth in agony. "I just outlasted her," breathes a relieved Rachel Nichols - face badly scuffed by Olga's cruel accuracy. "Umm...she hit me some leather, I won't deny it. She hurt me - especially that solar plexus shot I didn't see coming: I just didn't think she could get to me the way she did. In the end, we were both ready to go I think...I'm just made of sterner stuff. Too bad she's such a witch: I'd have a lot more respect for her otherwise!"