Before: For Daniel, it's about redemption. "I'm in the best shape of my life," Brittany contends in prefight, "I'm the hottest thing in the division, I'm stronger and more athletic than anyone even close to my weight - why wouldn't I keep fighting? Krista beat me - that's in the books - life goes on. I'll start by jacking Kate up, then pick up right where I left off." For Beckinsale, it's about Jennifer Connelly. "I know that Jennifer's watching this fight - and it's an important fight for me to separate myself from Connelly, " says the British Stunner. "I can kill two birds with one stone by trouncing Daniel." Brittany in leopard print bikini (bra style top), soft blonde locks straight - small black gloves. Black bikini Kate, small black gloves.

During R1: Kate spitting jabs, intercepts Brittany, touches her up. Right hand Beck - short, pasting - catches Brittany's chin: short left hook toggles chin. Brittany on her heels, swinging back wide: Kate pumping the jab, driving in straight right hands scores to mouth again, knocking Daniel's head back. Brittany totters back wide eyed - Kate hops forward in her stance, left hand wide-hooking; right hand stamp-driving in - Daniel's noggin on a swivel. Brittany stumbling back in shock, regroups at ropes, tries to brawl back but gets beat to a right/left tic-toc onna chin and BRITTANY CORKSCREWS TO HER KNEES! Beckinsale jogging to neutral corner, cheeks rosey - unexpected power surge has Daniel wobbly butt! BD beats the count swooning, eyelashes fluttering: BECKINSALE PUSHES IN! Becks vicious to Brittany's muscular paunch - ripping it right/left/right/left, then easing her back (right) foot back a smidge to CRANK the hook across. Daniel windblown, sagging upright against ropes: Kate shifts weight to front (left) foot to hook those ribs, then eases to back foot to pull the hook across face again. Daniel getting pasted - hands loose, defences disorganized - she's just tilting, swaying, bending off-and-on the ropes as Beckinsale blazes away for big first round points.

R2: Becks hard-eyed: glorious start has Daniel hurt, but hasn't broken her. Kate first with the jab, and tripling it up: brunette conscientiously trying to keep Brittany on defensive. Daniel covers up against the jab: Kate leans in on front foot, whack-batting that thick left hook hard behind Daniel's right elbow. Brittany's body pink with punishment: oh, the body-leather Becks has already strapped the American with. Kate sidestepping, turning either blonde flank while suppressing Brittany with the jab: textbook up-tempo boxing has Daniel in a funk. Becks putting her mitts to work on the waist and ribcage of her foe - softening Brittany up, then scoring to her face via the straight right/wide left hook routine. Brittany stabilizing, taking the punches better as she rallies - but she's showing a lot of face-in-gloves, just letting Kate wail away for more points in the second.

R3: Becks surging out, spritzing jabs, then hooking Brittany behind her right elbow as blonde covers up from poke. Becks sidesteps left around the hook, jabbing all the way, trying the pesky straight right up top against the grille of Brittany's high guard. Hooks flow off Beckinsale right hands - Kate pouring tremendous volume onto Daniel as Brittany turns, weaves, gets lit up a savage wide-slapping hook/short drifting right combo and DANIEL'S ON HER BUTT! Brittany blinking in astonishment, face lumping up nicely: Kate jogging breezily to neutral corner starting to look pretty smug in there. Buzzing 8, Brittany D: she trudges off ropes with scowl. OH they trade blistering right hands - comeback hooks - crowd roaring as the girls dip and twist into go-home haymakers, grazing each other's chins. Fight opening up - stances widening - action becoming more two way as Daniel's hands finally get off: glorious stuff as each tries to nip the other nighty-night midring. KATE CATCHES CLOUT! Daniel timing her brunette, leading a right hand and staggering Becks to chin: Kate stagger-stepping to her right, eyes blinking. Hop-step Brittany - she leads a cute inside hook to mouth, carrying her weight into Kate's chest and bumping brunette to ropes. Brittany hands at her sides as she hops and bounds: she comes in hard, then fades back, letting Beckinsale wave a don't-hurt-me right/left in the air. Brit bouncing back in, pulls the right off her thigh, chops it to Kate's jaw: tremor shudders through British chassis, locking up those legs. Kate stork-stepping off the ropes, hands outstretched: Brittany hops right, eyes wide, clipping a bolo outside-in right uppercut to Kate's chin. Katie hops forward, then sits out hard, dropped to her buttocks just like that. Daniel jogs away all smiles as wild-west shootout goes her way. Beckinsale weepy - tries to push up off her right hip, but her legs are numb! 10 count passes Katie B by as she can't get off her buns - KO3 Brittany Daniel.

After: Beckinsale doing a number on Brittany, catching the robust blonde early, hurting her, getting respect - but Becks moves all in rather than parlaying the advantage into boxing supremacy. "She slugged with me," says a busted up, but jubilant Brittany D in postfight. "She dropped me a couple of times cheap, and she thought she had me ready to go, but I was really OK with her power - I wasn't that hurt. I was just flat coming out and she got a jump on me, but thankfully, I was able to reel her in and show her the floor!"