BEFORE: "She's never been in with the big guns at welter," Natasha scoffs when asked to assess Moon's rep for toughness. "Sure, she chewed on Theron's punches, but that's like being in a pillow fight compared to me. When I hit Moon, her whole world's gonna change. She's not gonna be acting tough: she'll be acting hurt, and then she'll be acting sleepy. Promise."

Moon resolute: brunette anxious to test a long time welterweight benchmark. "Everyone knows Nat Henny's double tough, double mean, and double strong in the ring," Moon admits. "I'm looking forward to the test. I think Henstridge is damaged goods to some extent, but you can see she's still got size and brawler's hips...gonna be real fun while it lasts!"

Moon in purple tank top/panties; long black hair freshly showered/damp curls; black gloves. Nat in baby blue tank top/panties (her lucky undies from Ghosts of Mars); slick low ponytail; white gloves.

During R1: Moon pounding jabs against fleshy blonde chest - testing chin via early right crosses: Nat taking a good shot, but backing into ropes at minute mark. Bloodgood processing from there - wading in on Natasha, bludgeoning her arms wide left/rights; shoving left hands to gut; pushing off, looking for stubby one-twos up top. Henny laying on ropes, sponging up leather: she'll cover up against a brace of Bloodgood punches, then push Moon off - resetting herself at Moon wades back in. All Bloodgood bell to bell: Nat laying back, being beefy/sturdy, soaking up wallop, not answering back much through 3 minutes.

R2: Midring - gun platform shelling: fighters in strong flat-footed stances, right hands at cheeks while left jabs pound prepared defences. Slow clockwise progression as fighters step around - both faces well-struck by thundering poke. Down the stretch, Moon goes paunch via cuffing, clouting left/rights - bulling her way forward as Natasha grimaces. Henstridge clinching as her back hits ropes: Moon wriggling, pressing left shoulder into proud blonde rack, compressing jugs until ref's break.

R3: Gun-platform two-way shelling midring - girls pounding away jabs like opposing man-o'-wars exchanging broadsides. Leads to chest-on-chest clinching when they fall in: Moon moving her legs, getting big blonde to give ground. Henstridge more likely to tie up - Bloodgood more active in the clinch, trying to free up hands - trying to bump shoulder on rack - anything to put pressure on Henstridge. Close round goes Moon's way when she finally bodies Nat to ropes, pushes off to square away, then pounds at Natasha's rounded arms as blonde covers up earmuff.

R4: Both fighters love to power jab - shocking, slamming left hands bash back and forth, pounding both faces shiny. When they fall in - Nat's tying up while Moon's looking to work: brunette busy-ness separating her from relatively listless Henstridge. Fighters stumble into ropes - energetic Moon writhing to wrestle Nat's back to cables: Bloodgood looking to issue shove-and-slug. Down the stretch, thudding bombardment of Natasha's waistline has her wilting: glorious Bloodgood right uppercut tosses Nat back against ropes, leaving her blinking/woozy. Moon hooking, then crossing - punching around and through Nat's raised, but limp hands: blonde head on a swivel - Henny's curvy legs hold her up as her eyes roll back into her head at bell. Moon bellowing - strutting back to corner with hands held high: bit by bit, she's pounding Nat back to the stoneage through 4.

R5: Natasha penetrating with her jab, busting Moon's cheekbones up: blonde girl following up with drifting right hands as well - finally giving Bloodgood something hard to think about. Moon braced, has to cover up: Bloodgood's output exceeded by Natasha's for the first time as blonde girl takes over. Henny systematic - pounding away one-two up top; stepping in to palm Moon's shoulders and shove her back; walking Moon down behind more thudding leather. Late the round, Moon pushed to ropes for first time: she grunts, hunches forward as Henstridge strokes in her first thick, thumping left hooks on tummy. Nat palm-pushing Moon's shoulders, standing off her bow: blonde girl all business, just squaring away, getting big as Moon wanes.

R6: Gun-platform jabbing midring - both girls faces baring the brunt of slamming left jabs. Natasha breaks pattern with a wide, clobbering hook to Moon's tits, humbling brunette rack, moving Bloodgood back a step. Nat leaning in with a long right hand kisses chin: Moon flabbergasted, stumbling back on her heels all wide-eyed. Nat walking Moon down - shows her the jab between the eyes, then dives down into breadbasket via lancing straight right hand: splashing blast pounds the air from Bloodgood's body, sending her backing butt-first into ropes. Nat wades in, palms Moon upright...Bloodgood gasping, hugging her body. Left hand inside Moon's right shoulder, bracing her: drifting in right clouts across Moon's mouth, twisting her torso-right on the take. Nat pushes Moon square, bracing her again with the left hand for another drifting right: Moon facing-in groggy, lips parted sleepily. Bloodgood a wreck, finally trying to tie up after munching on her third lusty right hand to chin: Natasha pushes her roughly to ropes; shoves a right hand deep to belly; sorts out jugs with a rough left forearm, stacking Moon upright; drives in righty-to-chin...poor Moon just gobsmacked, hair in her eyes as she faces into the blast. Lights out Moon Bloodgood: Natasha working like a blacksmith on opposing chin, finally gets Moon to give way...brunette topples forward, plowing in face-first at blonde feet as Henny sidesteps. KO6 big Nat Henny.

AFter: Henstridge solves the riddle of Moon's chin with brute, blunt force...but what about all that punishment Nat absorbed before hand? "I was just trying to get her heartrate up," Nat smirks in postfight - face nice and puffy from Moon's work. "Wanted her excited and working hard, while I stayed calm. She punched away on my arms and body like she thinks she's Brooke Shields or something, but this kid's nothing special. I took her beef, then bashed her silly once I felt she was breathing hard. Classic Henstridge beatdown fellahs: I stack 'em up, whack 'em out - you know that. Here: you want a taste?" Nat turns her back, shows the camera a nice lat spread/double bicep pump, showing off brawny blonde shoulders as she smirks over her left bicep.