In the locker room, Kandice seems calm-too calm. It must be an act. "I'mdamn tired of still being so underappreciated around the League. I'm goingto have to face Kim sometime, and today's as good a time as any. So what ifshe's more experienced? I have a better won-lost record than she has. And within the hour it will be even better. Too bad Kim will be unconscious and unable to appreciate my triumph." Kim's eyes almost pop out of her head. "Is that blonde bimbo crazy? I thought she must have been drunk when she demanded a Pit match against me, but now I think she's lost her mind. She's got a few inches on me, so maybe she thinks that height makes might. Man, is she ever in for a rude awakening-long after I've knocked her out before the entire crowd." Back in Tania's basement, the eighth—and final?—Quarterfinal is about to begin. Like Kandice, France is the picture of serene complacency. The fetching fitness instructor muses, "I'm having a very good year. Oh, I don't win them all, but I'm the Women's Champ after whipping all four former Champs. And have you noticed? Former Champs Sophie and Caribe sputtered out to defeat, along with defending Mixed Champ Cindy. I think I have a good shot at picking up a second League title." "France's ego is getting to be as big as her tits," chuckles Petr. "Kandi and I aim to score big upsets tonight, she over Kim and I over France. We've trained extra hard for this double main event and I don't plan to disappoint my honey. Besides, I beat France once before [BWL-117] so I know I can do it again. Come to think of it, Kandi won her fight that day, too. I guess we're good luck for each other." Our first stop is the Pit, from which only one girl will emerge conscious.