BEFORE: Constant squabbling, pushing, and outright catfighting in prefight leads to torn tank tops and disheveled hair: tempestuous little juggernauts can't keep their hands off each other. "She's going down," Simpsy pants when she gets a chance to talk. "The tiara was always meant for me - it's mine by right: stick-girl just fluked into it by beating up some tramp who never should have had it in the first place. I just want to remind Lindsay of one thing: this is JMD...I don't want you touching me jabs and dancing around. Let's meet midring, swap right hands and see what happens!" Lohan scoffing at the notion that she might be evasive in the fight. "Porky's not going to have to worry about finding me," Lindsay says in rebuttal. "The sooner I end this, the sooner I'll get to celebrate...and I LOVE to celebrate my JMD wins. Honestly, with Simpsy? I don't know whether I enjoy knocking her out more, or putting my..." Simpson out of her chair, tackling Linds from stage right, eager to continue this conference on the floor.

Lohan with red hair back in long ponytail; vibrant royal blue bikini; red gloves; tan coloured short UGG slugging boots. Simpsy in Dukes pink bikini, white gloves; white runners with socks rolled down for ballistic look.

During R1,2: Crazy, slopping, wild-swinging action: neither girl productive, but both picturesque with eyes flashing, teeth bared, jugs jumpin', fists flying. Girls constantly swinging themselves off balance and careening away from one another, or slugging themselves INTO one another (leading to frenzied embraces and whirling take-downs). Girls tripping each other up, falling to canvas, but continuing the fray: each mindlessly trying to roll atop the other and jam her body with punches. Ref constantly standing 'em up, pulling 'em apart and giving 'em a good shake by their elbows: li'l scrappers panting, chests heaving as official drones on...then fighters sail in again as before. Hard to score - first round probably Jessica's - second round a virtual draw.

R3: Heavy swinging continues, but Lindsay planting her feet, trying to place the shots onto Jessica's chin: redhead starts to paste blonde in the exchanges. Minute mark, girls trade stiff right hands to chins; girls come-back hooks, but Lindsay's palm-down, slender-limbed whip-lash crashes home first. Jessi's left sails, turning her a quarter turn to her right in front of Lohan: blonde girl splashes to her back all stiff-legged, jugs a-sloshin'. Lohan yelping down with glee: playful little foot stomp on Jessica's tummy brings a howl of complaint from blonde, stern lecture from ref as Simpsy rises, dusts herself off. Jess given an 8 count...Lohan hops in to finish...Simpsy's not ready to go. Jessica proves all rugged and stuff - slugging with a stubborn pout on her face - wide-swinging lefts and rights off the ropes denying Lohan satisfaction. Linds buffetted about her head, shoulders and breasts: she starts drawing a bead on Jessi's jugs from outside - leaning in and plowing heavy, single-shot right hands across glorious blonde frontage. Seething stuff - Simpsy smote to jug again and again as Lohan drives in righty: Linds belted upside the head and across HER jugs as brawlin' Jessica won't give.

R4: Lohan discouraged: she put Jessi down, had good looks at her rack, but Simpson's aggression only increased. Pure belligerence carrying the fight for Simpsy - she's storming forward, little body all a-jiggle as she pushes right hands into Lohan's rack, or clobbers away wide lefts and rights. Linds distressed, in retreat: punches bouncing off her head have her wandering around in confusion, leaving her vulnerable to heavy, swinging roundhouses against her melons. Down the stretch, Jessi's got Lohan butt-in-ropes: Linds squealing, hands up at her temples as Simpsy revs it up downstairs, bouncing healthy blows off slender ribs/plump jugs to bell. AND AFTER! Jess won't lay off: she's still tucking in right hands to Lohan's body as Lindsay's slumping forward...ref has to pull seething blonde off wilting redhead.

R5: Simpson surging at Lohan, driving Lindsay before her: Linds hands up, staggering backward, trying to evade Simpson's crazy haymakers. Right hand bashes Lohan's jaw, turning her to her right: she's stunned, covering face in gloves as Jessi lobs in wide hooks from Lohan's left side and just slightly behind the redhead. Lohan buffetted by these lariat blows - head back off her gloves: left leg crosses over right as Lohan turns her back completely to Jess - redhead staggering face first to ropes. Simpsy pouring in, teeth bared: she tackles Linds to cables, then with weight still on Lohan, Jess starts plowing right hands into back and narrow buns. Groaning champ turns herself in the grasp, fronting on Jess: now those right hands are plowing flat tummy as Simpsy snakes left arm in under Lohan's right. JESSICA'S PUMPING LINDSAY! Jess plowing away right - tummy and tits, tummy and tits: Lindsay blurting and gurgling - mouthpiece dropping out of her mouth as she's gasping in pain and THE REF STEPS IN! Gorgeous, chugging mayhem from Jess spooks the ref, takes the tiara away from Lindsay TKO5!

After: Jessica squealing with delight: she turns her back on Lohan, and pushes into her, pinning weepy Linds at ropes so Jess can get her gloves off. Mission accomplishes, Jessica works to pull Lohan's gloves off as well - limp redhead all loose and helpless, crushed against ropes as squirmy blonde has her way.

Jess wriggles around, going belly to belly: she's almost giddy as she sets, then plows the rounded meat of her right thigh in across Lohan's flat abdominal pan with a beefy "PAKK!" Linds gurgles, doubles forward: job of work for Jess to bundle Lohan through the ropes, onto the apron, then out onto the floor.

Jess sits upon apron, reaching for Lohan with curvy legs - heels of the runners pulling at Linds, drawing her in. Securing Lindsay about her ribs with a firm scissors, grinning Jessica works to pull Lohan's face-to-rack: it's the classic Zeta-Jones apron-perch.

Poor Linday! Slender arms weak from the recent stoppage - she pushes at Jessica's brawny little shoulder and biceps - redhead's face grimacing with the strain of keeping herself clear of jug. Simpsy grinning/grunting - constantly trying to reach behind Lohan and pull her close. Blonde has all the time, leverage in the world: eventually, Lindsay succumbs, face folding into Jessica's massive, heaving breasts as blonde secures the reverse-sleeper.

Jess purring, smiling out into crowd. Left arm strong behind Lohan's neck; left hand gripping Jessi's right bicep; right hand up, the wrist bent back so the back of Jessica's hand lies against Lohan's scalp. Dainty hand position a stark contrast to the brute force of Jessica's jugs: Simpsy always a trend-setter.

Jessica's curvy legs straighten out - body-scissor adding to Lohan's woes. Linds fretting - palms pushing against Jessica's conquering hips or ribs. When that fails - Lohan's hands reach back to push down on Jessica's golden-brown thighs. Jessi just glows, cinching up arms and legs both.

Lohan desperately weak...arms reach up behind Jessica to pull at her shoulders, fingers weak and feeble as they explore Jessi's strength. Simpsy crowing, loving Lohan's collapse, pouring on the beef.

Lindsay's hands drop to the apron, cupping lightly about Jessica's pink-clad buns...Lohan going out on her feet - long, skinny legs just standing there, supported by Simpsy's hold. Jessica in no hurry: she knows Lohan's out, but keeps it locked for a moments more. When she finally releases, Jessi keeps the scissor in place, just pulling Lohan's head back by the ponytail - right hand wiping the jug-sweat off Lindsay's shiny, sleepy face. Jess just sitting there, grinning down at Lohan while wiping her face: Linds completely out, slumbering face upturned all lips parted, eyes closed in defeat.