BEFORE: "I'll bloody her," Jaime says happily, beaming at the prospect. "I love that Rachel's got her groove back - I hate kicking a chick when she's already lying there in the fetal position. You know what I also love about Rmac? Pretty, freshly-scrubbed face and poundable jugs! Seriously - if beating Rachel's rack's a crime, then lock me up!"

Mac staying composed: she's familiar with the Pressly intimidation circus. "I'm glad Jaime's happy to see my level of compete coming back," Rachel smirks, "of course, she might change her tune when she feels my renewed commitment to body work. I'm breaking girls down again, and that's gotten me back on track. Jaime's my ticket back into title contention, so she's definitely got to go down. Preferably in the fetal position, if at all possible."

Rachel in midnight blue, crushed velvet push up and panties; white gloves; auburn curls. Jaime in bubblegum pink punching bikini; black gloves; sassy short blonde tousle.

During R1: Jaime taut, springy, on her toes, hopping in and out all tanned legs, jumpin' jugs. Rache in sturdy V-front: hands cupping her cheeks, elbows together beneath her jugs as she inches forward. Pressly hopping in, dipping left shoulder, fetching Rache a pair of cranking hooks CHUP! CHUP! - Jaime pivots left, grinning big and shouting "TWO FOR THE TUMMY, RACHE!" Mac turning-with, punching righty: Jaime bobs underneath, weaves to avoid Rachel's left uppercut; comes back the left hook thick to Rachel's jugs. "BABY GOT RACK!" Pressly crows, licking her lips in satisfaction, pivoting left as Rachel resets her V. Middle minute, Jaime attacking via robust one-twos up top: Rachel blocking, answering back short, sharp hooks, tugging at Jaimie's chin. Down the stretch, Rachel cutting off the ring, touching Jaime stiff jabs or straight rights to guide her backwards: Mac in position to punish her blonde at ropes, putting together thumping left/rights at bell: Prossly covering up earmuff, shuddering under the onslaught.

R2: Pressly cold-blooded: clowning's over: she pumps jabs into Rachel's guard, pivots left to get things going. Rache tightly covered up, squaring on Jaime, letting her punch, then dropping swift, chopping lefts or rights onto Jaime's face and breasts. Minute mark, Rachel blocking shots on the V: she's rapidly back at Jaime a choping right to cheek, putting the hook on top and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Pressly hooked to her buns - she scrambles immediately up, seething in embarrassment - pushing against ref as he's bodying her to ropes for the 8 count. Rache pacing neutral corner all fiery-eyed: she stomps ring to get at Jaime for follow up. Gorgeous stuff: Jaime adopting the V front as well, pushing in head-and-gloves against Rachel's guard - girls get to work. Short, vicious little uppercuts and cuffing hooks - both girls covering up quickly after delivering - heads and gloves closely grouped. Jaime really tearing it up - fighting Rachel's fight and loving it: blonde vixen dippin' and diggin' a sterling hook in around Rachel's right elbow, gouging at waist throughout the intense trading.

R3: Jaime on her toes, being pretty with Rachel here: jabs to Rachel's V front and breasts; quick-pivots left; dip-n'-dig left hooks doubling up CHUP CHUP to waist. Rachel slugging back - usually missing as Jaime goes all bendy-backed and rubbery-hipped - swivelling and rolling while standing flat footed on the spot. Rachel paying for missing: Jaime going back to the waist, digging that loud, limber double-hook in around the tip of Rachel's V. Mac proving sturdy despite being outworked: any attempt by Jaime to open up is usually punished by Rachel's short, pulverizing blows - forcing Jaime to circle and attack from fresh angles.

R4: Jaime relaxed, dictating ring-position as girls duel midring. Pressly: right under her chin; left across her gut; easy, breezy pivots-left, dragging that left foot in a bucket. Backhand jabs up off the hip from Pressly, popping loud off Rachel's guard; sudden pulse right hands at irregular intervals - often doubled up in attempt to catch Rachel receipting. Throughout it all, Jaime showcasing a withering, cranking hook to Rachel's paunch and ribs: blonde just dipping that left shoulder, popping hips-right and doubling in the hurt.

R5: Similar look as Jaime shifts around in her loose, closed stance, working Rachel over. Mac keeping the V together, turning, facing-in, but getting picked apart: Jaime's going to a next level of punching intensity and volume. Rachel under constant threat - blocking shots on her guard, then grimacing as Pressly rips up tummy. JP's right hands starting to penetrate - finally splitting the mitts and knocking back Rachel's face, startling MacAdams. Rachel put wobbly butt from accumulation: she responds like a fighter, trying to punch her way through to Jaime's ribs, but Pressly's willowing upper-body undulations and swivelling pivots keeping her largely safe. Throughout the round, Rachel badly loosened and staggered as Jaime puts punches together body, body head: Mac breaking down, looking frazzled through 5 blistering heats of Pressly.

R6: Rache dipping forward in her V, grunting as Jaime arches her back, pops hips-right and hook-hooks the midsection. Succulent touches for Jaime visibly reducing Rachel: V front starting to slip as MacAdams comes apart. Pressly pouncing upon rack as the defences finally wilt: pounding away straight rights and lefts, crisscrossing to pancake Rachel's meaty jugs. Mac stumbling, regrouping - she's coming forward when she eats a beautiful counter-right uppercut from a set-and-ready Jaime P. Pressly quick to pounce as MacAdams freezes: digging hook to the body; licking hook across the chin and DOWN GOES RACHEL! Mac blown to her back - hands up above her head - auburn curls across her eyes, lips parted...she's a moaning ruin, unable to get off her back. KO6 in heartbreaking fashion, Jaime Pressly.

After: Pressly shows that blistering form, blasting a sturdy and strong redhead to back after a sustained, thumping body attack all night long. "I dug it up tonight, didn't I?" Jaime quips in postfight, obviously pleased with the harm done. "That's me - any given night I can turn it up all the way to 10, and girls just can't compete. Rache came in a good solid 7 - probably would've beat a whole lot of bantams tonight. Too bad she drew the best of the batch!"