Before: Scerbo puts it all into historical perspective in prefight: "There's never been a flyweight like me," Cassie contends - tossing aside carefully prescribed talking-point cards in favour of top-of-mind mad-lib. "I'm redefining what it's possible for a flyweight to do to another woman in a boxing ring...I hand out soul-shattering, catastrophic beatings...beatings girls couldn't even imagine before I got here. And the punishment comes with the prettiest face and sexiest body in boxing! I mean, I AM the heart and soul of the FCBA - dishing out hot damage - that's what I do - I'm the template - I'm..." On and on in that vain - Cassie fascinated with her supremacy on all fronts - no mention made of De Ravin whatsoever.

"Whew," Emilie grins when it's her turn. "Maybe I shouldn't even turn up, eh fellahs? Sounds an impossible challenge, to hear Cassie tell it...but what the hell? Why don't I just see how Cassie likes it in the ol' Wood-chippah! Could be her tune'll change once I've sorted out those ribs of hers!"

Cassie in white sport bra; shades-of-blue bikini bottoms; small white gloves; hair curled/loose. Emilie in green/yellow horizontally barred bikini top; solid green bikini bottoms; small yellow mitts; hair in fox-tail ponytail with frizzy bangs framing face.

During R1: Emilie at Cassie - fists whirling in palm-down, carving at Scerbo's ribs in behind elbows/triceps. Cassie beaten to apron: she's pouting, surprised. Scerbo digs in - right foot planted just under ropes - body leaning forward well off ropes - weight on left leg, dukes at cheeks. Emilie assumes similar stance - leaning in to scrub tousles with Cassie, then digging at her both hands underneath. Vicious, hard-punching tit-for-tat - Emilie scrubbing on Cassie, working her gut left/right; cuffing her cheek little rights in tight; using the forehead, using the shoulders/chickenwing left elbow for nudge-and-prop. Cassie never lets herself get pressed flat to ropes - issuing back stirring hup-hup bursts to Emilie's tummy; batting hooks to Em's flank. Rousing stuff - De Ravin won't be budged - she's atop Cassie, outworking her. De Ravin emphatic in the final moments, shrugging her shoulders to chug a half dozen left/right uppercuts into Cassie's breasts, leaving Scerbo open-mouthed in astonishment at bell. Em mocks the open-mouth look with one of her own, making saucy eye contact to torment Cassie! Brenda Song tweets during the break: "Every scrap of Cassie's jugs just got mugged! 2SWEET!"

R2: Scerbo given a laundry list of do's and don'ts during the break: she comes out more mobile, aggressive and assertive. Spitting jab from Cassie as she's circling, dampening De Ravin's ferocity. Cassie slidestepping backwards - dragging her lead (left) foot as she fits De Ravin for pinpoint straight lefts and rights in gatling gun combinations. Turning at the ropes, Cassie will travel the ring, stop, bop inside to douse Em with a flurry, then escape before De Ravin can unpack herself from her defensive box. One such flurry bats and cuffs at Em's head/shoulders as she's dipping forward: Cassie finishes the sequence with a jolting short left uppercut under de Ravin's chin, picking Aussie up out of her crouch and putting her wobbly butt for points.

R3: Scerbo looks to impose additional will - finds De Ravin a whirlwind of defiance. Emilie like a little badger - fists whirling in palm-down arcs to scour Cassie's ribs/scrape her jawlines. Cassie gritting teeth, trying to match volume - leads to crowd-pleasing, withering exchanges of pelting small-glove punches. Minute mark - Cassie realizing she's being used up, tries to disengage, suffers a terrible right hand in under left breast, eats the hook to chin as she's backing up and SCERBO SITS DOWN! Cassie shunted to her rump...she's up rickety, blinking back tears, looking shabby for 8. ON COMES EMILIE! De Ravin pouncing Scerbo at ropes: Cassie leaning forward with right foot under ropes, but back well clear...it's another vicious, scouring back and forth series of murderous hup-hup exchanges. De Ravin whirling away, bobbing on the spot, playing her fists up and down Cassie's chassis: Scerbo ripping back receipts, tattooing her tormentress' ribcage/chipping her chin with either hand. Bell: Emilie chortling despite the punishment...she's got Cassie scowling, looking frazzled through 3 hectic heats. Hayden tweets during the break: "Cassie looks like Emilie's chew-toy through 3! YAY!"

R4,5,6: trio of crisply boxed shutout rounds sees Cassie stabilize her front, retake the initiative, dictate terms, and frustrate De Ravin's assault. Jitterbug footwork the key - Cassie in and out, circling to either side, committing herself to 2 or 3 tapping punches before scampering. De Ravin weathering it all well, but she's a confused little vixen - covering up to receive, then swatting at air as Scerbo's already scooted. Offensively, Cassie's getting off with straight, palm-down lefts and rights - stamping delivery scuffing at Em's face, or pounding at her breasts/ribs. Key is Cassie's ability to trigger while moving backward - Emilie able to advance, but not getting off against nimble little blonde. De Ravin visibly discouraged during the breaks: Scerbo brightening on her stool, no longer pouting and complaining as she feels her control growing.

R7: de Ravin winning her way through to Cassie's ribcage early - wide left/rights in tic-toc fashion spanking out loud. Scerbo willing to take now, setting down to rip right uppercuts/left hooks in receipt - targeting Emilie's chin with bad intentions. De Ravin pressing the attack foolishly - batting away wide as Cassie hunkers down, then suffering hard, pinpoint checks to her chin...it's a recipe for destruction. Minute in - De Ravin wobbles hurt to all fours after a succession of crisp Cassie uppercuts/hooks...Scerbo prancing past with a happy glance down at sweat-shiny Aussie back. Blinking 8, Emilie, then Cassie's upon her: Scerbo digging in, standing ground now to engage toe-to-toe, letting hands go. De Ravin no longer able to match volume - Cassie taking the odd clout to land 3 or 4 of her own - Scerbo forcing Emilie into work-rate deficit. Bell: Cassie pumping lefts and rights into Emilie's tummy as De Ravin's whining in pain, seated in ropes - ref pulls happy Cassie away as De Ravin hugs a battered gut through 7.

R8: Cassie knocks Em a swift left/right to chin; Scerbo leans away from a waving right-hand receipt; Scerbo dips in and down, then jumps up out of her crouch to fit a clean-up hook nice and tight to Emilie's chin. Cassie falling in with her body behind the short-shot...De Ravin stumbling backward, scooting to her buttocks - her head whiplashing sadly on loose neck as she comes to a halt. Little Aussie battler fights off the count, swaying at the ropes: Cassie grinning widely to see that she'll get a chance to punish. Ref waves Scerbo in despite ringside pleas to stop it: Cassie hops-to, letting her fists go in whirlwind arcs, chopping and swatting at helpless Emilie. De Ravin right hand at left cheek/left across her gut as she sags to seat in ropes...punches batting and cuffing at her as she wilts. Ref FINALLY moves in - Cassie happily at Emilie, punching even as the ref's shunting Scerbo aside. TKO8 Cassie Scerbo.

After: Emilie delivering some nasty shocks early to a cocksure Cassie: Scerbo able to box her way to operational advantage, then close the show via crisply delivered hup-hup. "I'm dominant," Scerbo shrugs prettily in postfight, grinning and shining under the lights. "I hate that I tripped - there's no way that should have been called a knockdown - but other than that, I'd say it's another picture-perfect beatdown by Cassie Scerbo!"