Before: Preening beauties oozing confidence - both looking to 'erase' her competition in this one. "It's safe to say Jeri's never seen an opponent like me," Angie boasts in prefight. "This will be a great opportunity to showcase my wares in front of an international PPV audience - taking Jeri apart will be my ticket to the penthouse." Ryan carrying welterweight easily and well - she's strong, buxom, and anxious to prove she belongs in the same category as Theron and O'Dell moving up. "If you look at the lightweights who moved up and captured welterweight gold, I think you can argue that I'm the best of the lot," Ryan proclaims. "If you carefully scrutinize Charlize' record at welter, you'll see a lot of pork in there - I don't think she ever faced a big girl of Everhart's calibre. And O'Dell got beat by Taylor Cole: 'nuff said! My punch sets me apart from those girls - I bust welterweight chins just as easily as I did lightweight and I'm settling in for a long reign up here." Ryan in red bikini; Angie in bright baby blue, auburn hair up. Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Jeri commands midring, busting Angie a pair of stout jabs in the mouth to open festivities. Ryan stepping Angie around, menacing her. Ryan showing the right hand up top - getting Everhart to flinch - then THUMPING supermodel waistline with both dukes. Angie frowning, retreating - Jeri keeping tabs with the jab, pitching hard, thudding rights and lefts to the body - really breaking her challenger down methodically. Down the stretch, Jeri pumping jabs, turns one over into a slapping hook and BITES down on a jackhammer short right to the chin. EVERHART GOES DOWN! Jeri's right bounces straight down off chin after contact - Angie drifting backward with the shot gets laid out flat on her back in astonishment. Ryan will a cool gaze of supremacy strutting past redheaded rubble - Angie creaking up for a swaying 8 at the bell.

R2: Second verse, same as the first. Ryan's hammering away her jab, stunning and fixating Angie, cashing in thick to the waistline, working up-torso with hooks and crosses to send Everhart reeling. Angie in complete rout - staring, shellshocked - she just can't get any offence on track as she's repeatedly hurt by crisp Ryan punching. Jeri walking Angie down and touching her in volume: Ryan not relying on one punch at a time - she's shaking Everhart up to the body, then roaming up top in workmanlike patterns. Bell to bell Jeri raking Angie from outside, beating her body black and blue. Everhart grimacing, doing a lot of clutching at Jeri's elbows in attempt to slow the tempo.

R3: Jeri in a stalking crouch, right hand under her chin, left at her hip - she's stepping into her jab, finding Angie's mouth with ease, stamping a startled, blinking look onto supermodel face. Jeri moving forward behind her jab, leaning in and tucking vicious, sticking right hands into Angie's pale tummy: Everhart groaning aloud now, crumpling forward as she minces backward - she's huuuuurrrt. Minute mark, Jeri working out of her crouch, jabbing at Angie...jabbing at her...JERI TURNS OVER THAT RIGHT HAND! Short, chopping delivery crashes in over Everhart's low left mitt - Angie facing bleak into the punch, gets her chin clipped, head swivelled. Everhart cramped up, swaying on the spot, then TIMBERRRRR! Angie out on her feet, plummetts forward to crash face first and all stretched out - Jeri easing to her right to allow Angie room to spread out. Vicious beatdown/knockout KO3 - Jeri Ryan.

After: Ryan all smiles, getting gloves removed, taking on water - she's virtually untouched in dismantling tough Angie Everhart in frighteningly one-sided fashion. Poor Angie absolutely devastated - a terrific camp, big plans, dreams of a Jeri-busting victory all scattered to kingdom come - she could not have been more dominated than she was tonight.

Or maybe she could have.

Ryan waltzes over with a wide, smarmy grin, standing above Angie in Everhart's corner and just leaning forward as Angie snivels, pushes her hands against Jeri's tummy in protest. Jeri finally reaches in to pull Angie up by her underarms, then lovingly snakes her arms around Everhart's head. Angie all wrapped up reverse sleeper: Jeri's left arm snug behind the head, gripping the right bicep as right hand cups atop damp auburn scalp. Ryan grinning as crowd roars "J-M-D! J-M-D!" Jeri easing Angie butt-first into her corner, blonde lifting her left foot up onto the bottom rope for support as she cinches in. Poor Everhart clutching at Jeri's hips, pushing at them - swimming awkwardly with her arms as she tries to wriggle free - reaching up behind Jeri to pull at her brawny shoulders. Ryan just snug and strong, staying on her girl, letting jugs do their job on Angie - eventually redhead struggles wind down, frantic arms settling into a groggy loose clinch around Jeri's hips. Ryan eventually pulls Angie's head back to glory in the sight of Everhart's moistened, shiny features; her fluttering eyelashes and pouted lips. Job well done by Jeri as she puts her stamp on a pretty good welterweight tonight: a real no-doubter.