Before: "I think Sarah's done a good job of raising her game for our fights," Natalie admits in prefight. "It's costing her - I think this rivalry has pretty much ruined her - but she does find an extra gear for me that has caused me problems in the past. This time, I'm just making the ring a 'no Sarah' zone - I'm going to be the aggressor every minute of the fight. I can't let Sarah come in more intense than me - she's going to realize very early on that I'm just on a different level for this fight." Gellar fidgetty/agitated as usual - clearly irritated to be sharing the dais with Nat. "I don't need to raise my game to beat Portman," Sarah says. "That's something she's never fully realized. In her little fantasy world - she only loses to me if she does something wrong, when the truth is - all the right in the world isn't enough to put her on my level. I can't wait to see her face when I take that title from her - again!" Sarah in black bikini with white bordering; slick, short ponytail; small black gloves. Nat in white bandeau with rose print and sturdy twist-tie bottoms; small black gloves; short battle braid hair.

During R1: Nat aggressive as promised - walking through Sarah's jab to chop short right/left criss-crosses against Gellar's breasts. Portman piling up haff a dozen touches, then hooking Sarah's stomach as blonde dips/slips while retreating to ropes. Sarah frowning - left across her gut - right at her left cheek - she's waiting for Nat to take a breath but it's not happening. Natalie busily after her blonde - hitting Sarah's arms and flanks, tidying up jugs tummy and ribs, clouting either temple. Gellar eventually releases Nat's not going to let up: blonde starts lathering back - wildly crowd-pleasing flyweight hup-hup as girls fight toe-to-toe on the apron - Nat on top. Bell: Portman grinning, colour high: she scrubbed and scoured Sarah for first round points.

R2: Portman ranging in with the jab, going criss-cross/palm down to breasts - just chopping her way into Sarah. Gellar grimacing, giving ground - she's slipping and rolling some of this stuff, but it's just a constant tic-tac-toe of Portman leather. Ropes: Natalie on top - she's leaning forward - snatching short rights and lefts to the ribs, then jerking short uppercuts to pick Sarah up. Gellar eventually giving up on defence - just laying in shoulder to shoulder and hustling leather onto Natalie. Hard two way scrounging - Sarah not embarrassing herself at all, but she's simply outworked by a very determined Natalie through 2.

R3: Sarah ropeside, showing earmuff: Natalie working her over with right uppercuts. Busy, jerking scrub from Portman - she's pushing in with left elbow/shoulder - crowding in close with her head - then scraping the right uppercut from the right foot. Gellar grumpy, sullen - getting all scuffed up as Natalie splits the mitts. Blonde swiping back in spots - flurrying to Natalie's breasts and tummy: Portman using a stubby jab to put Sarah back on the defensive, then crowding in again to tidy up. Bell: Sarah visibly frustrated: she's fighting well, but simply can't match Natalie's pace early.

R4: Sarah engaging midring - determined to keep her back off ropes. Both girls in there bumping shoulders and foreheads, then scraping right uppercuts. Gellar getting into a nice rhythm of right uppercuts/left hooks - nice compact swishing scrubbing Nat raw. Portman pushing in, biting rights and lefts in around Sarah's elbows, patiently putting mileage on blonde chassis.

R5: Same, hot-swapping, rapid flyweight toe to toe as Sarah digs in midring. Girls nudging with left elbows, hooking tummies and tits; curling in right uppercuts. Tasty stuff - girls meandering in clockwise rotation as they shuffle about - flat footed stances/stubborn buttocks. Once again, Natalie just overwhelming Sarah with volume: Gellar forced to give ground steadily, rolling and blocking shots while Natalie thinks only of getting off.

R6: Constant chop and hack and bump of Natalie discouraging Sarah: Gellar's output dropping, though she's trying to walk Natalie into cute counters. When in close, Natalie's scrubbing: soon as there's any separation at all, Portmans swinging wide, whacking blows to flanks and skull - landing loud on Gellar. Sarah a confused beauty - often just covering up earmuff and absorbing to her body, waiting for the chance to chop back. Down the stretch -- Gellar pulling away with a stricken expression, walking ot her right: Natalie hops in a licks a whippy hook vicious beneath right breast. Gellar sobs out, immediately doubling over, hugging her body in pain: heartless Portman whacks the buggywhip right hand in above Sarah's left hip to salt away another round.

R7: When she engages, Sarah's getting chewed up. When she regroups, Sarah's harrassed. When she goes defensive, Sarah is thrashed. Portman's eyes almost feral as she hungrily walks Sarah down, looking always and everywhere to be touching, digging, bumping, bullying. Portman working the right uppercuts in close, finally wobbles Sarah's buttocks a minute an a half in - spilling Gellar sleepy-eyed to ropes. Down the stretch, vicious lefts and rights - very methodical, biting, short punches behind the elbows - cripple Sarah, sitting her in ropes with tears brimming. Bell: Portman chests up, bleats "TOO STRONG!" into Sarah's face. It's too much for Gellar - "NO!" she shrieks: ref moves in to break it up.

R8: Portman never satisfied with one punch when 2 or 3 can be had. Outside - the jab is hounding Sarah, tracking her down - but Portman's making a conscious decision to get shoulder to shoulder and scrub Sarah senseless tonight. Grim reality of attrition starting to unfold: Portman willing to be hit now as Sarah fights desperately off the ropes - knowing that Gellar can't afford to go punch for punch now. Bell: Sarah winblown, disheveled, blinking back tears - she's being clearly dominated tonight by her most hated rival. "All night long!" Natalie shouts happily as she's peeling away - refusing to spare the lash tonight.

R9: Portman in close, working those right uppercuts - she pries Sarah out of her stance, then catches Gellar a sweeping overhand right as Sarah's backing away. Gellar wobbled - hitting ropes and showing earmuff: tummy goes on sale as Portman hops in, hunches her shoulders and digs like crazy. Hup-hup-hup lefts and rights pump into Sarah as Nat leans her chin out over Gellar's left shoulder: Sarah slumping into ropes , arms crossed against her tummy. Natalie so furious in her attack, she eventually starts slugging straight lefts and rights - palm-down - into Sarah's gut from a crouching posture. Sarah bleating in pain, turning to her right, hugging her throbbing ribs can only slump and soak. Natalie spinning away, jogging back to her corner all grins: she's lighting up the ring with her smile; lighting up Sarah with her fists.

R10: Poor Sarah's hurt again - butt in ropes, legs spread in wide A frame, cringing as Natalie pounds straight palm-down right hands into the body. Minute in, Sarah chops a right to chin - puts the hook on top: NATALIE'S HURT! Portman suddenly rocked - baby stepping around in confusion, hands at her temples: Sarah hooks her sternum, comes off the ropes with clubbing right hands wide behind the head and NATALIE'S BLUDGEONED TO HER KNEES! Portman glassy eyed - swooning - arms in the ropes as she faces out into crowd - ref bodying Sarah back and barking warnings. Sarah's turn to be hungry: Portman off her knees, but badly shaken - ON COMES GELLAR! Role reversal: it's Gellar squaring away and hustling in the hup-hup - tummy and jug beaten raw as blonde lathers away. Portman wilting - crowd shrieking everytime Sarah's flailing fists hammer off Nat's face. Gellar working up and down, up and down and NATALIE GOES DOWN! Portman swooning in stages too all fours, trembling in shock: SARAH STOOPS, PUTS AN INSURANCE RIGHT IN ABOVE NAT'S HIP! Portman bleating in outrage - ref bodying Sarah off - all hell breaking loose: Natalie able to grimly climb ropes to beat the count in the chaos. Sarah exhausted, face blanched - but she staggers forward to finish: NATALIE GREETS HER WITH SLUGGING! Hammer and tongs - dazed, slender-limbed beauties slap and clout each other back to the stone age as Gellar looks to close/Nat seeks to deny. Bell: they're still at it - Sarah crying as she pounds her fists off Natalie's pink midsection; Portman swooning, curling uppercuts off either foot. Comes back UD10 - for the winner and STILL champ - Natalie Portman.

After: Gellar all busted up, stunned with exhaustion, punishment and disappointment. Portman normally one of the most generous, classiest women in the sport - but she cruelly taunts Sarah with the belts in postfight - once again coaxing officials in to prevent any extra curriculars. "I am so choked she caught me!" Natalie fumes in postfight. "I was pasting her - totally dominating her the way I've always dreamed of, and I just let up for a second. You take that mistake away away though, and that's the worst beating Sarah's ever taken from me. She couldn't match my work rate - didn't have any answers inside - I really felt in control of her all night long."