BEFORE: "Oh, I love me some Kristin Kreuk," Bell says with her 'yummy' face. "She's a treat - a thrill - to punish. Normally I'm not like that, I don't go out there to sustain on girls - but Kristin...I just have this thing were I wish the fight was 20 rounds long, and I could push her butt into her own corner and get after her all night. I know a lot of us feel the same way - just something about Kristin's too-snooty face and attitude brings out the beast, you know?"

Kreuk rolling her eyes: once hunted by the likes of Bell, Carter and other pint-sized blondes, Kristin's stabilized her front and generally doesn't get bullied anymore...but she knows what Bell's referring to. "You know, that sentiment goes both ways," Krissy says in rebuttal. "I'd like nothing more than to get to whittln' on Kristen and make her suffer. But then again, I AM like that, so you might think it's nothing special, but you'd be wrong. Every time I beat Bell - hell, every time I make her cry out - it's Christmas. And I plan on opening a LOT of gifts this time out!"

Baby blue bikini, Krissy B; small white gloves; world's scrappiest ponytail with windswept bangs. Purple bikini Krissy K; small black gloves; hair in chopped tousle. Hard staredown - neither girl extends a hand when ref orders touch-'em-up.

During R1: Girls circle, locate each other via doppler jabs, then they're in and digging. Hup-hup-hup - chugging little bursts back and forth: feisty fighters getting into another's tummies and tits - shoulders rotating - lips tight. Bell finding it hot in the kitchen...she's forced to step out, concerned little frown on her brow as Kreuk hops-after, hits her a pesky right upside the head, then gets back to scouring. Bell frothing back - both girls digging up gut to set up chiseling uppercuts in tasty tic-tac-toe exchanges: Kreuk works harder, gets points, turns away all business from a panting Bell at break.

R2: Rip-roaring hammer and tongs - little beauties electing to go all-in early. Bell lights it up first, scoring with right hands upside Kreuk's head, backing her up: blonde girl with a festive romp to ribs/tits punches brunette dizzy a minute in. Seconds later, furious pasting trade along ropes sees Bell eat quickly-clipped hooks across her mouth - SHE steps in fence post holes, trying to stabilize; KREUK goes over to offence, rapping rights and lefts off sturdy little blonde ribcage. Kreuk beating Bell length o' the ring, pushing her big-girl into far ropes, then squaring away: blonde forced to cover up earmuff, grit her teeth as furious little brunette chugs away hup-hup to gut. Bell: Kreuk banks extra - lathering a pair of whippy right hands up and across Bell's trembling ribs, just south of the jug-line.

R3: Kreuk pouncing early - hopping in a lead right hand to chin; shunting a rising left across left side of Bell's face as blonde girl's stumbling backward. Ropes: Kreuk's left hand pushing Bell upright by her meaty chest - right hand STICKING into firm midriff like a shiv: poor Bell bleats in pain, face stretched taut. Krissy K cackling - using her forehead on Bell's chest to push her upright, then dig-dig-digging downstairs. Bell groaning - blonde-bang-obscured eyes closed as she reaches for Kristin's elbows: Kreuk in there tight, wriggling free, sustaining the work. One girl just fighting in the other girl's swimsuit here: Bell hurt, trying to clinch or cover up; Kreuk atop her at ropes, scrounging for every open swatch of flesh she can find. Bell: more extra right hands digging in PIK! PIK! to Bell's tummy - ref pulls Kreuk off by one slender arm, giving her a good shake of disapproval.

R4: Bell firming - leaning forward to lather Kreuk's breadbasket, even while taking same in reprisal: good hot give and take in brisk strokes. Fighters coming off bodies, looking to hook chins: Bell's left toggles Kreuk's chin, loosening Krissy K's knees! Kreuk forlorn, wandering away with "how-could-you" tears forming...Bell snarling, answers "just-like-this" chopping right hand to cheek. Kreuk stumbling into ropes, forming up face-in-gloves: Bell hops-to, teeth bared - riding her left on Kreuk's right shoulder before BURYING the right up into firm midsection. Groan of pain, Krissy K: little brunette sits in ropes, doubled over. Blonde girl's eyes light up at the sight of Kreuk's back going on sale - deploying both hands in swabbing arcs, fists thump-skidding across kidney. Agonized Kreuk reaches to wrap up Bell's thighs/buns in a low clinch: blonde girl writhes her arms in under Kreuk's, chesting brunette upright before digging up extra tummy. Pumping small-glove body beating develops: poor Kreuk numb - face distraught - wrists crossed at her chest as fists beat and beat at pecs/shoulders/tummy. Scrubbing left/right pastes Kreuk's shiny face, stunning her: Bell stoops, jamming away straight, palm-down left/rights into Kreuk's vulnerable gut as brunette gurgles in submission. Krissy K blubbering, wilting to a seat at ropes, her knees drawn up, arms hugging her body: she'll sit out the 10 count like that, granting Bell the KO4 victory!

After: Big come from behind stoppage for Kristen Bell...she struts the ring, shouting and fist-pumping, obviously thrilled to have hurt Kreuk to the body. Removing her gloves, Bell stomps to the HISC corner - reaching little fists into Kreuk's damp tousle, two-handing the brunette up off her stool with a yelp - spinning her around. "I'm takin' this!" Bell shouts over her shoulder at bewildered Claire, Mishy ringside - blonde cinching up a nice tight side-headlock with which to walk Kreuk around the ring. Poor Krissy K! Face red, lips spluttering/sniveling, hands fretting at Bell's chicken grip; Bell's face all a-glow with smug blonde pride as she visits the corners, tugging her luggage about, posing for BLONDE! and other photogs.