BEFORE: Freeman a highly sought-after sparring name...well known on the Vancouver/SanFran/LA smoker circuit: she's finally getting a chance to get paid. "I know from punishing Durance on-set of Smallville that I've got the chops," Freeman boasts in prefight. "It's about time I'm getting a chance, and I'm not going to blow it against 'chinny' Torv." Anna flinching at reference to her chin: Australian strong-woman having a tough time getting the same kind of respect in North America. "Cassidy's tough, hard-nosed," Anna admits at podium, "but ultimately second-class. She's free to test my chin if she thinks that'll get her somewhere. I'll be testing hers, and we'll see who gets the result. I'm betting against Cassidy, and I'd advise you guys to do the same." Torv in black sport bra; black bikini-style briefs; white shoes; white gloves; long blonde hair behind her ears. Cassidy in grey cotton sport bra; royal blue nylon jogging shorts; white shoes; white gloves; hair in scrappy ponytail.

During R1: Girls hard-eyed, tight-lipped - taking midring strong, looking to bang. Compact stuff from tall girls - short, muscular hooks to breadbasket/ribs - girls getting shoulders behind the shots. Tidy right hands dropped in snug - girls twisting in and down on follow through. Both vixens heavy handed, leaning in to tighten up stroke; Anna much slicker defensively - rolling shots with her shoulder, weaving side to side, sidestepping left to work angles. Healthy work ethic leads to high output from both: Torv's connect percentage far superior. Bell: Anna making steely eye contact - Cassidy doesn't shy away from it.

R2: Patient, workmanlike stuff as girls circle, trade stiff left jabs - taking turns dipping in close to get off compact, brawny. Cassidy finds Torv's belly, hooks her ribs: redhead getting settled, loosening up. Torv still dictating with smarter footwork - pivoting clockwise, fighting off Cassidy's right shoulder, pounding at her waist/ears in thudding combinations. Right hand stubby up the middle late: Cassidy's head flinging straight back, eyes blinking in alarm...Torv takes her second straight, outfighting Cassidy midring.

R3: Robust trade to stout ribcages braces both women: loud, batting wallops sounding out. Cassidy turning over a hook to chin, following up a short right: tic-toc pasting buckles Anna's knees. Distress on blonde face, lips quivering...she staggers to ropes, forms earmuff. Redhead following strong, strapping the waist thick, broad paintbrush strokes: crowd cheering on the harm. Torv gasping, bunching up: Cassidy's eyes bright-blue as she turns flat-knuckle lefts and rights onto her foe's tanned biceps, shuddering flanks. Thudding beatdown hamhanded, but predictable: Torv able to swipe back the odd riposte, turning Cassidy's chin, not fazing her. Freeman maintains position, pushing and pummelling to bell. Chest up: redhead breath hot in blonde face: Torv blinking in alarm as ref moves in.

R4: Anna boxing behind her jab - feet widespread; right (back) heel up off canvas. Poke setting up stiff, stamping rights: Cassidy's face spanked hard between raised mitts. Anna pivoting left around grounded left heel: weight on left leg as she dips, rips left uppercuts to Cassidy's firm midsection. Freeman grunting, sponging: gouging stuff downstairs has her cramping up. Bell to bell Anna, showing class: no one punch hurts Cassidy, but all in aggregate have her frazzled.

R5: Anna's left hand technique superb: left hooks, left uppercuts - delivered as she leans on front (left) leg. Freeman sponging: dukes at temples, stooping forward, soaking it up. Shots in Cassidy's middle; diggers to her breasts; choppers to right flank, in behind that elbow. Cassidy turned and turned: she's doing a good job maintaining guard: she's taking the odd right on her hairline, but chin seems secured. Torv bell to bell, strutting to corner at break.

R6: Paydirt for Anna: Cassidy sluggish from the last 6 minutes, stubbornly taking body punishment. Murderous left uppercuts work underneath, bouncing off breadbasket as Cassidy's tilted forward behind her mitts. It's all too much: Freeman guzzling, shipping it amidshipes...she eases herself down to right knee, face pinched. Torv cold-eyed on the swagger-past. Brave 8 count Cassidy: she's hurt, but game...Anna coaxes her back to midring, forces her to cover up again against a banging jab. Torv back to work; pivoting clockwise; keeping the jab on Cassidy; dipping and ripping left hands to the body. Sumptuous licks drawing sympathy groans from ringside: just one strapping lass hammering beefy at another. Third shutout in a row for Anna: Cassidy cringing, looking shabby on her stool through the break.

R7: Cassidy jabbing hurt, trying to trade poke with Anna, coming in second best. Torv punishing Freeman's face, pounding it back: blonde's left hand, fresh legs diminishing a badly depleted redhead. Torv steps in, hooks jug: heavy whack shakes Freeman up, forces grimace. Cassidy proves a fighter, coming forward to answer: Torv set in wide stance, walks Cassidy into a gorgeous, rail-straight right cross. Head-swivel Freeman - she rolls over her left heel, crashing to her back in shock. Freeman ruined - trying again and again to roll over her right side, falling back in KO paralysis. It's over - KO7 in precise fashion - Anna Torv.

After: Torv takes apart a very strong, very willing Freeman - exposing redheaded slugger with cool blonde efficiency. "They've been trying to knock me, saying I can't handle North American girls," unblemished Anna says in postfight. "Cassidy looks plenty handled to me. " In days to follow, Anna pretty vocal about doubting Stacy Keibler's credentials at lightweight, trying to build off this solid performance.