BEFORE: Bell a hall of famer at lightweight...can she really transition to fighting the big women? "It's going well," Cat says of her journey. "It's tough - the move to welter from light is no joke - makes you really appreciate what Theron was able to accomplish going back and forth. Fighting Crawford is a real litmus test, because she's been strong at the weight forever, and she's one of the best ring-generals in the sport. I love a great challenge, so I'm loving this: Cindy will bring out the best in me!" Crawford anxious to bring a Krusher to heel - even if it isn't the big Cheese. "There's still plenty of cache to wiping the mat with Cat," Crawford shrugs. "As long as Charlize is ducking me - I'll take it. I'm happy to pick apart the stable and isolate Theron - whatever it takes. But making an object lesson out of Cat Bell is sweet: it's definitely my preferred option." Bell in lime green bikini with little yellow petals along the waist (bikini from HEROES ep of Jag); shoulder length black hair glossy, straight, smooth; white gloves. Cindy in black bikini top/leopard print bikini bottoms; black gloves; hair all beach-unkempt.

During R1: Girls step to midring, form up conventional - each working behind stiff jabbage. Action rises to slow boil as jabs give way to crosses/hooks in swift combination. Both women coming in as they through, looking to tie up and smother receipts: cagey stuff. Ref's breaks punctuate action...stop and go stuff as thoughtful fighters never make a rash mistake. Cindy a little bossier overall - occasionally palming Cat's shoulders to turn her/push her around...it's enough to make Cindy look the aggressor.

R2: Similar midring jousting - girls stepping in stiff left jabs, keeping right hands high and tight to cheek. Cat slowly but surely taking the initiative - stepping in off the jab with little dip-n'-dig left uppercuts to Cindy's midsection; spooking Cindy back via sudden right crosses to chin. Final minute - Bell leans into a booming straight right down into Cindy's body: instant cringe-grimace-and-retreat from Crawford. Cindy hurt, scowling - she's shying to perimeter, keeping hands up as Cat stalks. Bell salts away the round with a strong flurry at the break - battng and clobbering Cindy about her flanks/ears as Crawford's covering up.

R3: Cagey, classy stuff midring - girls rotating clockwise, precipitating selective rushes with educated left jabs. Straight up conventional boxing favours both women...but Cat's getting the better of it. Note how her jab is marking Cindy beneath the left eye, and heavy hooks are clouting loud against Crawford's jugs. Cindy grumpy, punched out of her stance and walked down: she's never disorganized or routed, but she's clearly oppressed through 3.

R4: Revenge of Crawford: Cindy Strikes Back. CC in off the jab, dipping the left shoulder, fitting short-jerk left uppercuts to Cat's midsection. Rough left shoulders bump Bell off: Cindy chasing Cat with right hands as Bell's backing up. Cindy walking Bell down, locating her with poke, then strapping her big-girl rights and lefts: Bell frequently forced to cover up earmuff and weather storms along ropes. Cindy landing a sumptuous sidearm right to Cat's left flank, in behind the elbow - Crawford slugging Cat to her right along ropes, as Bell struggles to keep hands up. Down the stretch, Cindy standing off Cat's bow - jabbiing her breasts and body, bouncing her off ropes...Bell swiping back hooks and right hands (rolled by Cindy). Sudden right hand flashes off Cindy's shoulder, turning Cat's chin violently starboard and DOWN GOES BELL! Abrupt bolt drops Cat to her buttocks, back-against-ropes: she's a stunned beauty scrambling up to beat the count. ON COMES CINDY C! Crawford rushing in...left hand securing Cat's right shoulder, then Cindy presses in close, PLOWING right hand to jug! Cry of pain, Cat Bell: just about as hard a rack-shot as she's ever taken. Cindy in wide stance, leans back from Cat - still with the left hand on Bell's shoulder - then Crawford presses in close again CRAMMING those jugs full of leather. Cat astonished...eyes frowned shut, mouth open in silent "OH!" - she's a paralyzed vixen as Cindy reloads and stuffs a third right hand up in there. Bell sounds...Cindy's still in there close, white teeth bared inches from Cat's face as Cindy's grinding right mitt into jug until ref pulls her off.

R5: Bell wading into Cindy at the open, showing no ill effects of the knockdown: Crawford forced into retreat by thumping, walking-barrage body shots. Crawford stiffens at the apron, trades short left uppercuts-to-chin inside; trades short right hands to halt Bell's forward progression. Bitter in-fighting develops - girls leaning forward mouth-on-shoulder, taking turns licking vicious left uppercuts off one another's tummies/tits in tight. Bump n' slug sees Cindy step herself forward off the ropes: Cat slowly driven back by Crawford's weight of shot. Midring - Cindy turning hooks across Cat's breasts: Bell gasping, lips parting in wonder. Trade in right hands, but Cindy's much heavier - she's delivering hers while leaning forward; Cat's getting off while shifting backward. BELL'S ROCKED! Cat comes away woozy, reaching to clinch: Crawford takes a long step back, causing Cat to hug air and stumble forward. PUMPING right takes Cat right on the belt line, bunching her forward "UH-H!" - Cindy with the brawny left shoulder bumps Cat off, sending her baby-stepping to her left. Cindy steps in a long right hand - turning Cat's chin violently aside, driving her backward: Bell hits ropes in swoon, lashes batting. Cindy swoops in: left hand brushing aside Cat's right; right hand plowing full across Bell's breasts. Cat badly loosened - draping her left arm across Cindy's shoulders as girls fall in: Crawford wriggles, pushing Cat upright, then pasting her tasty left across the chops. Bell's head turns groggily to her left, torso following: right arm drapes limp across Cindy's shoulders, obliging her to push and sort Cat out again. Drifting right across the race; drifting left: Cindy in strong position off Cat's chest - pushing and propping her before belting her flush. Cat's head lolling, eyes sleepy-shut, mouth open: she's helpless and the ref moves in. TKO5 in brutal fashion, Cindy Crawford.

After: Bell blinking, baby-stepping as she's helped to her stool for some salts: Cindy's not impressed. "She's done," Crawford snorts, "finished. Lot of hard miles on that chassis - much of it Theron's fault: there's just not enough left to hold good big girls off. I was boxing her early, and then I said to myself 'she's not strong...just go right at her.' Soon as I did that - she wilted. Bring on the next Krusher: I'm just getting warmed up!"