Before: "I've got a big problem with Morena," Charlize says with mock concern. "I can't decide whether to take her out with my left hand, or my right! Seriously though: Morena's just beautiful - so sensuous - she's the kind of girl I dream of knocking out. She's brave too: I'll cut to 130, but I'm still going to be a lot bigger and stronger than this one. Once I settle her down and get on her proper...it's gonna be awfully hard for Morena to get things done in that ring."

Baccarin with the same submission-wrestling background as Alicia Witt: she's using the redhead's success against Charlize as a blueprint. "We all saw how Alicia Witt went to Theron's body," Morena states flatly. "I'll give Charlize more of the same. Theron had trouble restraining Witt, and she'll have trouble with me as well - I'm just as wriggly and hard to handle as Alicia. When I've dosed her body, mark my words: lightning is going to strike the same blonde twice!"

Baccarin in purple high neck top; purple bikini bottoms with ring connections at hips; black gloves; glossy black curls up in high, short ponytail with bangs framing face. Charlize in black cotton tank (spaghetti straps) and panties; black gloves; hair in ponytail with bangs framing face.

During R1: Morena sleek to midring - eyes calm, intelligent - right at her cheek as she stoops, jabs left hand into Theron's stomach once, twice. Theron dukes up, sturdy upon receipt: she's just taking, watching. Baccarin steps to her right, leans in, pounds a straight right hand down into stomach - leans out all supple, sliding off to the right as CT hops after. Big Theron right hand misses over top as Morena slips under, sidestepping to her left while trailing an insolent right hand across CT's belly. Insult registers: Theron's aspect grows icy - she jabs with real committment, pounding at Morena's upper chest, then extending hands to shove her shoulders. Half way through, CT patiently jabbing and shoving her girl closer to the Baccarin corner: Morena grimacing, parrying poke, but unable to change course. CT with her hands palming Morena's shoulders suddenly steps in close, reaching her arms in under Baccarin's in a fork-lift maneuver, lifting slender brunette up onto her toes, stepping her back to corner and SLAMMING her to turnbuckles. Ring-rattling crash; Morena's head whiplashing, body ragdolling. CT shoving Baccarin-to, then pumping a pair of raucous right hands to Morena's tummy, doubling her forward "GUHHH!" CT threads her arms under Morena's, bodies her roughly to turnbuckle: plugs her another pair of right hands deep to body. Baccarin lolling, dark eyelashes fluttering - she's flopping forward into CT's embrace, only to be stacked up hard and punished extra. Theron's deliberate body-ups preventing Morena from going down: blonde able to pile on the beating to bell without interruption. Bell: CT steps back with a healthy sweat, inspectiing her work as Baccarin sways hurt in her corner.

R2: Morena proving brave as she is ramshackle - shuffling out of her corner still groggy. CT stalking - trace of a smile: she's putting the jab on Morena, pounding systematically at that beautiful face. Baccarin's head knocking back - she's reacting late, blinking, trying to rotate clockwise and work her own jab into Theron's breasts. A few pushy pokes to jug finally coax a hard right hand out of Theron: Morena clouted across her mouth...she twists a quarter turn to her right, stumbling away in confusion. Theron moving in, embracing Morena, then using that big-girl fork-lift routine to hoist Baccarin up onto her toes, preparatory to slamming her heavily to nearby turnbuckles. Big crash brings cheers and cries of alarm from crowd: Theron's rampaging, going above the call of duty to get Morena hurt. Baccarin mouth open, eyelids drooping: CT wraps up Morena's left arm in both of hers, puts the left shoulder in Baccarin's chest and JAMS her big-girl into turnbuckles. Poor Morena! Head lolling, lips parted moist and quivering: she's just not strong enough. Theron pushes off, gets back to the body with lapping, heavy rights and lefts: blonde just leaning forward, swinging freely at brunette chassis. Gurgling Morena collapses forward to clinch: CT wriggles her arms down inside Baccarin's, jams her upright again for more abuse. Ringsiders shouting for fight to be stopped, but Theron's on autopilot - even taking the time to wink at a Tractropull scribe directly beneath the action, as she bodying deadweight Morena into 'buckles. At one point, CT reaches her right arm across and over Morena's right leg - blonde left arm threading BETWEEN the legs to secure Morena's right thigh; Charlize with her right shoulder/flank pressed against Morena's body and blonde just all-body CRAMS Baccarin to buckles. A few healthy, stuffing blocks, then CT releases - pushed back by a scolding ref who won't tolerate rough-house. Morena a hot mess - swaying shabby, hands loose at her chest, mouth open: grinnin' Charlize moves in to finish. Big, pumping rights in the body sort Morena out, folding her forward into Theron's embrace. CT bodies Baccarin upright, stabilizes her with a left in the chest, smites her righty across that drowsy face. Morena's head on a swivel - she's catching clout, face punched aside, then lolling forward again: Theron just pouring on the shellack all efficient big-girl. It's all much too much - Morena eventually allowed to slump forward, jackknifing down to lie still at Theron's feet. Ref still scolding and berating Charlize as she lifts mitts and struts away the KO2 winner in brutal fashion.

AFTER: Return-to-form outing for Charlize - she dismantles the alluring Baccarin, refusing to fall for any submission-wrestling mind-tricks this time. Morena rolled to her back, tended to for a long time: crushing, brutal body attack leaves supple vixen tender and shell-shocked.

"That's more like it," CT trumpets, glancing frequently over at the fallen beauty with a frank gaze of ownership. "Any girls go to my jugs - ever again...this is what you're going to get. This is just a taste folks - a primer for those of you who might have forgotten. We better keep stretchers on standby for all my future fights, 'cause I'm not playing with these girls any more!"