BEFORE: "I can't wait to punch the buttons off Elisha," Alba beams, looking all fresh, svelte and pretty in prefight. "People are tired of dumpy short-rounds like Hewitt and Cuthbert - and they always hated that steroid case Peregrym. What the people are hungry for is a lean, sleek, beautiful bantam champion to tame all these unruly cows and restore class and order to the division. In short, the people want what they've always wanted: me, atop the heap, looking down on all the others!" Cuthbert rolling her eyes: Alba in full aspect is hard to take. "People are tired of swaggering braggarts and bimbos," Elisha says at podium, "The LAST thing anyone wants to see is Alba on the throne again. Look: this has been a terrible year for me, but I know that out of these troubles, a new, stronger, more dangerous Elisha Cuthbert will grow...and here's where I turn things around. Knocking out Jessica Alba and winning this tournament means more to me than it does to any other fighter in this thing. I'm the hungriest fighter in boxing, and Jessica's looking mighty tasty right about now!" Alba in string bikini with slashes of black/grey/white/pink; white gloves; slick blonde battle braid. Elisha in midnight blue bikini (bandeau type top but with neck strap support; sporty bottoms); white gloves; shoulder length tousle.

R1: Jess limber, rangy - loping to her right - right at her shoulder - left hand dangling, tracing out ovals in mid air as she motors. Cuthbert dukes rigid at brows, elbows in close to her body as she walks sleek Jess down. Jess jabbing Elisha's guard, then the midsection, trying to find a way in. Jessi's right hands bounce off guard - setting up a switch-quick hook, or a slick slide-step right. Not much there for Jess against Elisha's sturdy guard, but late the round, Alba lashes a buggy-whip right hand in above Cuthbert's left hip, winning visible cringe from Elisha. Bell: Alba makes sparkling eye contact - measuring the hurt as Elisha glares in discomfort.

R2: Similar stuff - Alba leggy/sinewy about the ring - negligent with her hand position so long as she's well outside. Jess circling - popping jabs into Cuthbert's guard, looking to turn either Cuthbert flank: Elisha walking Jess down, blocking shots, looking to frustrate and tire Alba. Elisha fighting in spots, but having good luck off the block: she's quickly answering with short, brawling lefts and rights, clubbing Jess about head and shoulders before Alba can lean out of range. Jessi's punches tart n' snappy, but having real problems penetrating past Elisha's sturdy guard.

R3: Same look - Jessica rotating to either side, working behind a snappy stick: Cuthbert patiently blocking, weaving her way in close, getting off in clubbing little combos. Jess nibbling - occasionally stepping in a stiff jab to E's tummy - pivoting clockwise around the poke. Jess dipping in on front leg, scraping the left uppercut against Elisha's guard, then lashing left hook to hip - licking E before pivoting round her right flank. Cuthbert unhurt, but outworked as Jess works around the defences.

R4: Elisha moving in off the block, releasing wide, brawny lefts and rights: she's spooking Jessica - Alba leaning back eyes-wide and scrambling away from hard punches. Jess largely unhurt, but these awkward bail-outs look bad: Cuthbert visibly the boss when she punches with authority and steps-to her foe.

R5: Jess trying to find E with something hard - dropping in spicy right crosses off the jab; dipping n' ripping rangy left uppercuts off the right hands...it's all blocked by Cuthbert. Elisha stepping her forward like a little blonde tank - Jessi's gloves peppering brawny shoulders/forearms/flanks...then Cuthbert bashing away in receipt, catching Jess upside the head or across her breasts. One right/left on the chin clearly staggers Alba: she stumbles away, blinking in confusion, lips parting. Jess still elusive and leggy - easily separating and running from Elisha to reduce pressure. No way to win a round, but Alba able to trade space for time after getting bell rung.

R6: Elisha forward in clamshell...spooking Alba backward: stubby right hand grazes Jessi's lips, straightening her; Cuthbert steps into a ringing hook, jolting Jessica's head aside and BLOWING HER TO HER BACK! Alba sprawling all lovely long arms and legs: she's a teary-eyed ruin sitting up on her elbows, trying to rally. Shabby 8 Jessica, but once again legs come to her rescue: she shoe-shine flurries off the ropes, then spins out, opening up the canvas. Elisha in pursuit, but Jessica just running for her life: Cuthbert can't close without gambling. Alba runs the clock, draws a torrent of boos...but she gets herself together after sponging 'Lishy's thunder.

R7: Cuthbert aggressive to Jessi's sleek body: hammering the ribs and flanks in robust right/lefts as Alba's scampering. E leaving herself open a bit more as she commits to Jessica's ribs: Alba's jab starting to nick face, and she's finding the range with right hands. Elisha walking through it, but she takes sustained punishment: Jess able to score-and-pivot, finally boxing Elisha into compliance.

R8: Jess nibbling early - stiff-jabbing E to tummy; turning her; slapping hooks to right flank. Midway through - Alba wheeling and dealing...Jess bounces a loud one-two off Elisha's guard, freezing Cuthbert in position. Follow up dip-n'-rip left uppercut gouges at 'Lishy's tummy, bunching her up: Alba shifts right, licking her lips as she bends in and buggy-whips right hand above Cuthbert's left hip. Cry of pain, Elisha Cuthbert: she shies away for the first time, arching her back/blinking away tears. Jessica pouncing in, lashing fly-fisherman right hands off the top of Elisha's skull, but Cuthbert won't be romped-upon: E answering to Jessica's ribs a sturdy right/left: Alba has to disengage, eyes wounded. Jess in control as both girls grow wary - Alba outside, nibbling and spotting her jab, sidestepping sharply to avoid Elisha's counters.

R9: Spirited stuff as Jess works outside, nibbling and turning and vexing: Cuthbert blocking shots, encroaching, then answering back all hamfisted to frighten Jess off. Alba darting in and out, all rangy and sleek: left hook starting to bite consistently at the exposed band of meat below blonde elbows. Down the stretch, Jess lights it up: slapping right in the side doubled into a bolo right uppercut splits Elisha's mitts, picking her face up; limber left uppercut scrapes exposed blonde face - doubled down to a stroking left hook across waist. Cuthbert cringing, doubling up in pain: Alba able to lash a cheap right hand across exposed kidney's juuust after the bell as poor Lishy bleats in protest.

R10: Fight breaks out as Elisha tackles Jess to ropes, then beats her about the torso. Alba baring teeth, forced to dip-n'-rip savage right uppercuts, backing Cuthbert off. Elisha forward in waves: overhand rights chase Alba to fresh ropes; scouring follow up attack bludgeons her about head/flanks. Jess squirming, grimacing, rolling supple torso on sexy hips: she's fitting Elisha for vicious licking counter-uppercuts as she leans back into ropes. Back and forth brawling brings crowd to it's feet - Elisha shrugging off chin-checks to keep her head firmly pressed to Jessi's chest. Bell to bell - ringadingdong dandy: girls snarling, still trading shots until ref enforces the break. Comes back spirited one point duke...ELISHA CUTHBERT!

AFter: Alba in shock: stirring comeback after being knocked down can't erase the fact that Elisha was the hamhanded aggressor in this one. 5 rounds a piece - knockdown wins it for Elisha: she's bawling in exultation with the triumph. "I knew I could beat her," E blubbers in post fight, just thrilled to have come out on top of hated Jessi. "I'm tougher - I'm a better person inside - I just knew all along if I was stubborn, if I didn't get discouraged with her cheating and running - I'd get to her sooner or later. This is so huge for me. I owe my guys so much for sticking with me during my dry spell: hopefully this goes some way towards repaying them!"