BEFORE: Entertainment at the welterweight tourny pool party after-gala: two curvy Milfs eager to get jiggly. Ward fresh from Britney Spears' Winter Camp - she's pumped for her debut. "We looked long and hard for the right opponent," Susan relates in prefight, "and Meade's name just kept coming up. We look great together, and I think she's very beatable. I've got a chance to make a real splashy debut and chase a girl out of there, which is all I could ask!" Meade not sanguine on Ward's chances. "To me, if Sue was going to do anything other than farm her sorry hide out to various training camps, she'd have done it by now," Robin says all sympathetically. "If she thinks she's gonna come in here and showcase on ME? She's gonna get her little heart broken. Not to mention getting her fat ass kicked." Meade in baby blue bra and hipster-fit panties; white gloves; white sneakers/socks rolled down; hair loose, straight. Susan in pinky/mauve bra and hipster fit panties; white gloves; white sneakers/socks rolled down; hair loose n' curly. Bright brown eyes locking throughout ring instructions...tan tummies trembling in close proximity. Regulation ring set up poolside: stars overhead - downtown LA urban view 360 degrees.

During R1: Both girls thin on science: rock 'em, sock 'em action prevails. Bared teeth, curled lips, flashing eyes: girls reaching back, hurling wide, palm-down haymakers, buffetting each other off balance. Sue punched into ropes at several points: she's cranky under pressure...left shoulder in ropes as she turns sideways...arms hugging her body as Robin beats her. Meade's lips curled off teeth during these moments - she'll punch wide right/lefts into Susan's front/back, then push in a little closer to shove in short leather. Sue bumped in her right hip, tummy, chest as Robin just shimmies in punches. Ward allowing Meade good sequences at ropes before eventually turning to clinch: Meade outworks Susan, gets a lot done on curvy torso.

R2: Robin continuing to be frisky - willing to swing away midring, eventually sweeping Sue to ropes in wild exchanges. Meade steps in close, getting off as Sue turns sideways to ropes: Ward allowing herself to be bumped and buffetted by Meade's short-shoving work ethic. Robbie panting, hustling in leather to body - her breasts practically pushing on Sue's right shoulder as Ward cowers, takes. All for nought though: During one free-for-all midring, Sue shifts just right of Meade's center, leans in, clocks Robin an arcing, palm-down right against right cheek...Meade shell-shocked, nearly takes a seat as she staggers backwards into ropes. Ward erases a lot of consistent Meade work with buxom power in the second.

R3: Ward on the offensive, boldly stepping to Robin, outhitting her. Meade slugged out of her stance, walked down: Sue's being very strong here, following up with the same close-in, hustle-shoving body work Robin was using. Meade bumped about her tits and tummy, forced to clinch: she's pouting, unhappy about Sue's aggression. Down the stretch - Robin fits an over-eager Ward for a ringing hook: palm-down blast swivels Susie's head, bounces her off her butt for a disasterous late knockdown. Meade glowing - knuckles on hips, nodding with a cheerleader's crispness to let Sue know all about it.

R4: Ward undaunted, right back at Robin with haymakers, closing when Meade hits ropes, and working the Meade midsection. Robin sitting in ropes, hands at temples in peek-a-boo, grumpy and pouting. Sue standing off Robin's bow, swinging at her: wide rights in the waist; thick lefts slamming in behind right elbow. Ward's body something to behold in that wide slugger's stance: backside ringing, jugs a-jumping, pretty face scowling with hard-working aggression as she reduces her foe. No effective answers for Meade this round: she suffers in the pocket - Sue atop her, pushing her shoulders, working her body with curvy gusto.

R5: Another good round for Ward: she wins the wild, free-swinging exchanges midring, walks Robin down as Meade's stumbling away, punishing at various stops along the ropes. Job-of-work for Sue: she squares on Robin, knuckles her shoulders or guard, then wallops that curvy little body. Sue working up quite the sweat: occasionally leaning in with her left on Robbie's right shoulder while PLOWING beefy right hands into Robin's waist/flank. Meade gasping, jolted by shock: Ward applying muscle to the problem of Meade in direct fashion.

R6: Meade shows her pageant jab, quickly retaking the initiative, knocking at Sue's face midring. Robin cute - coming in off the jab to slide arms in under Susan's, chesting Ward to ropes and pushing her down. Meade's turn to execute - thumping away on offending paunch and tits: Ward an emotional fighter, sobbing/blubbering when smote. Susan constantly hugging her body and turning sideways into ropes, just slumping there as Meade's able to crowd and bump. Down the stretch, demoralized Sue's right arm rides across Robin's shoulders as Robin's left hand rests atop the Milfy shelf of Susan's horsy backside, and Robin's just PLOWING right hands flat to tummy. Sue's face pinched, body all cramped up: Robin taking all the paunch and tit she wants from this posture as Poor Susan cringes in paralysis.

R7: Sparring partner mentality takes over for Sue: soundly thumped to the body last round, she's almost docile now, shying away to ropes, turning her left shoulder into cables and wincing in anticipation of punishment. Robin obliges - pushing in close on right shoulder, short-shoving rights and lefts into tummy and buns - Meade grunting, Sue sputtering/whining. Robin getting strong - reaching in under Sue's arms to stack her back against ropes; wrestling apart that crossed-arm guard to get at those melons. Pumping jug-mugging administered - Robin to Susan: Ward bleating in pain, face tilted up, eyes shut tight as she sponges it up.

R8: Meade rolling Ward up: Robin the aggressor now; Susan a discouraged beauty. Meade bodying Sue into ropes, cramming leather into her body; wrestling her flat; pumping at her jugs. Sue rarely answering: face in agonized grimace; arms either crossed against her body, or reaching for Robin. Shoving stuff at the bell: Rob with left hand curled in behind Ward's right elbow; Robin's right hand pumping tummy, cramming jug. Meade pushing in insurance after the bell: Sue blubbing, taking until ref rescues her. UD8 Robin "Tasty" Meade.

AFter: Meade glowing - high-fiving and hugging her associates in celebration. "I was too tuff," Robin beams in postfight. "Girls like Susan, if you fight 'em hard, they shrivel up. She's got a rockin' bod and a heavy punch, but she's been taking so long she just doesn't know how to compete. Gee: I guess I'm saying she's a loser! Sorry Sue: it's true!"