Before: "Gena can't take it to the body," Henny says matter-of-fact. "I'm gonna plow her, do some harm down there, then have my way. It's an easy fight if I do my thing: Gena's not really a factor if I don't want her to be."

Nolin in complete disagreement with Natasha's assessment. "Soon as they start talking about my body, I know they're jealous," Gena grins, winking at a Tractorpull scribe. "Nat's fixated - who can blame her? But she can't let herself be intimidated by the hottness before her. If she just gets herself in shape, fights her fight - she should be alright for a few rounds. I'm taking her out whatever she does, but I'm just saying: she can make a fight of this until I start hurting her."

Gena in crimson bikini with gold-link connections; black gloves. Natasha in black bikini with spaghetti strap top, black-belted bottoms; black gloves.

During R1: Girls bend into mutual right hands midring: DOWN GOES GENA! Nolin sputtering to hands and knees, goggle-eyed: Natasha shouts "JACKPOT, BABY!" en route to neutral corner. Resume: Natasha quickly into Gena, gathering Nolin's left arm up in both of hers, jamming the left shoulder into Gena's chest, then blocking her heavily into the Krusher turnbuckles. Slamming shoulder blocks: Nat bending her knees, powering into Gena's chest; Nolin's head lolling, mouthpiece dislodged as she's ragdolled. Pushing Nolin upright, Nat pumps a close-in right hand deep to navel, then squirms to sneak a tight right hand to chin: Nolin jerked to her right, dropped to her knees in the corner by the blast. Nat looming over top, pressing her thighs against G's left shoulder: Nolin groggily pushing her off as ref moves in. Nolin climbs ropes: she's shellshocked, blinking, trying to rally. After 8, on comes Nat: swaggering into Gena with a plowing right hand, taking Nolin full to belly. "GUHHH!" Gena shouts, pitching foward into Nat's arms: Henny gets big-girl, bodying Gena back into ropes, staying close, getting to work. Thick, pumping rights and lefts cram home - Nat leaning her chin on Gena's left shoulder while plowing away. Poor Nolin stricken, just bunching up, cringing. Steady shove and slug does wonders: used-up Nolin wilts to hands and knees, sobbing for breath. Nat BEAMING, steps back, hollering "Baby, I've just won this fight!" Rare 10-6 heat, big Nat Henstridge.

R2: Ramshackle Gena up off her stool ragged: haunted look in her eyes, lips curled back off teeth as she creep-steps to her right. Gena dangling the left at her side - right cocked at her chest - left shoulder pointed at Natasha: Nolin's looking for angles. Natasha brazen, looking to end this girl: she strides in, slopping a fat overhand right onto Gena. Nolin rolling the punch with her left shoulder, comes back with a deep, sweeping right hand up into Natasha's paunch: glorious body blow bunches Nat up with a shout, punches her hips back. Limber hook off Gena's thigh clouts Nat across the face; short right hand with plenty of forearm chaser cracks against her jaw - Nat stumbles back on her heels, blinking in stupor. Gena surging forward, tackling Natasha up high, driving her to ropes: Henny's head whiplashing as Gena plows her beefy. G with left arm round Nat's back - Nolin jams the close-in right to trunks, then to belly, neatly disguising the infraction. Another tight, cramming right to tummy, then a right uppercut to chin has Nat spellbound as Nolin works hold-and-hit to perfection. One more in the trunks, then Nolin bodies Nat upright, pushing the big girl's arms aside, the better to wallop her. Left across the face; right across the face: Henstridge leaning back over the ropes, hands up but out to either side - she's just staring into shellack. Gena into jug with a swinging, rising right; back into rack with the left; drifting right across the face; drifting left - it's all Gena. Mouthpiece dribbles off Nat's teeth - head lolling in between clouts and THE REF STEPS IN! Henstridge swooning out on her feet, drooping in the man's arms: that's TKO2 Gena Lee Nolin!

AFTER: Gena broad-jumping around, deliberately stomping her feet with heavy landings on canvas like a sexy blonde Hulk. Nat mumbling protestation, but she's a battered vixen - legs just too proud to give way on her. "Too much Gena!" Nolin shouts in postfight. "OH, I gobbled her up! She was getting all big on me, but you saw: I'm too much woman for these bimbos! Girl tried to push her weight and I punched her sleepy! That's one Krusher down: if that's their best, bring on the rest! I'm gonna blow their house down!" On and on - Gena's excited and feeling good about herself: you get the gist.