Before: Intriguing match up at 110. After a shaky start in the States, Naomi's calmed down, shown some of the skill she had in carving up flyweight comp downunder - she's the boxer in this pair. Milano arguably at her best at 110, carrying bantam weight sock in either mitt - she's upbeat about her chances against Naomi's chin. "I'm just gonna wreck this chick - I don't see what she's going to do to keep me off her. I'll walk through her pitty pat crap, then see how she handles these 'Dani Stoppers'! (proudly holds up dukes for the press - big grin).

Naomi in green bikini top, yellow bottoms, sporty black boxing boots - Alyssa in mauve clingy tankini, cami strap top, white shoes and socks.

During R1: Watts using movement to manage Milano pressure early - Alyssa aggressively forward in a Tyson crouch, nibbling on her mitts as she looks to step and swing. Naomi pecking away jabs, changing directions - by the midway point she's calling the shots. Glorious right hand late - Watts to Milano - all of Alyssa's chin tagged flush - brunette spellbound, feet doing a hurting little jitterbug. Naomi bending into a blistering, limber limbed wallop - can't put Alyssa down, but light-punching blonde doing her best to get respect early.

R2: Milano answers - hooking with and getting the better of Naomi at the 2 minute mark. Watts stumbling back on her heels off a chin-checking left, eyes wide, form momentarily ragged. Alyssa crowding at the ropes and setting up, crossing her arms to shove up under Watts' chest to get her upright, then HEAVING home hooks to waist at the bell.

R3: Watts wins a round with her jab - cruel precision as she bangs away at Milano's tender left eyebrow. Naomi pretty on her toes, keeping her distance, circling, changing directions to shed the pursuit - Milano getting stuck plenty, unsuccessful in her bid to cut off the ring.

R4: Watts lights Milano up with another gambling right hand down and in - while Alyssa's thinking about taking a knee, Watts reloads and puts a a looping right bolo uppercut onto the point of the chin. Milano shipwrecked, pony-trotting to her left with a pained grimace, keeps it together, but she's pushed up and bullied at the ropes. Watts pinning her ears back, shredding Alyssa with scything back and forth lefts and rights - drubbing flurries bust Milano up over the left eye as she sits wounded in the ropes. Watts backing off down the stretch, luring Milano to mid ring and patiently going back to that eye with jabs. Milano glum, sullen as she bobs and tries to swat Naomi's left hand away from her face.

R5: Watts pumping stick, pouring on the leg - poor Alyssa just can't get on track as classy blonde dresses her up. Midway through, Watts stepping right, gambles and wins again - CLANGING right hand bent in on Milano's jaw, ringing up fabulous brunette backside like a slot coughing up a jackpot. Milano windblown, leaning forward dukes at her temples - Naomi carves away with jackknife left uppies and chop right hands to the framed face. Alyssa ramshackle to the ropes - useless when she's backing up - Watts able to step in and unleash her hardest blows as poor Milano covers up. Back to back shutouts leave Alyssa trembling, left eye closing, nose bloodied - she's a mess as Naomi bounces back to her corner all sunshine and rainbows.

R6: Milano not always getting credit for her heart, but she's wading through some rigid blonde punching to land her hook this round. Watts showing respect - goes back to the stick and move, uses every inch of ring and has Alyssa on a string for the most part. Naomi not shy about jabbing Alyssa's jiggling jugs, pounding away there more than she needs to, just to send a message. Watts glowing with confidence - pepperpot punching has her way in front through 6.

R7: Watts stepping around, eyes all eager and aggressive as she stabs at Milano, turning her, applying the polish. Milano grim, bloodied, hesitant - right hand at her cheek, left across her gut as she leans away from Watts, bends low and forward - anything to weave that heartless stick. Midway through, Naomi nimble to her left, touchin' and a tappin' that jab when Milano lunges out of a hooking crouch: DOWN GOES WATTS! Naomi hands down, cocky, takes a slobberknocking chin-check and thunders to her back in shock. Watts up, expression all "wha' hoppen?" as she's shaky and suddenly clammy. Naomi running for her life on ragdoll legs, but Milano's able to get on her now, bundle her into the ropes and maul. Alyssa able to bang and dig to her heart's content - Naomi's turn to show a little backbone as she suffers this round.

R8: Good competitive two way - both women having their moments. Watts grimly determined to keep the fight midring, work that chipping, spitting jab, stepping around her foe to turn Milano. Alyssa bolder as Naomi's not tossing that devil-may-care right the way she was - Milano able to take punches to get close and crowd Watts to the ropes. Naomi covering up, bending to keep her chin near Milano's head, elbows in to block those hungry body shots. Watts doing a bit better job forcing Milano to fight the wrong fight than vice-versa - colour that round blonde.

R9: Same thing - Milano single-minded, never a backward step - hounding Watts around the ring. Naomi jab, jab, jabbing, long slender pool-cue stick into Milano's face - every bit as meanspirited as a Portman poke. Alyssa taking the punishment to get close and crank hooks - she's starting to wear out Watts' right side - blonde wincing and shying away from the blows as she skirts the ropes. Hard to score - this time judges like Milano's effective aggression and forward momentum.

R10: Alyssa's looked good down the stretch: wheels fall off her wagon big time this round. Watts stepping right, walks Alyssa into one of those all-in right crosses - Milano unable to see incoming from the shut left eye - she's caught hard on the jaw, crazy-legging nearly to the canvas before righting and sprawling against the ropes. Watts spends a minute going for the knockout, carving Alyssa with slicing, batting rights and pinpoint rights, pounding away as Milano sags and takes - but brunette won't go. Final minute anticlimactic - Watts hardhearted as she draws Milano back to midring and jabs at that grotesque eye - Alyssa gritting her teeth, suffering to the bell. Naomi thrusting her hands high and shouting crassly in Alyssa's face - Milano stunned, all chewed up - both girls know it's UD10 Watts.

After: Tireless punching, especially with the jab, constant movement and most importantly, well chosen diving right hands deliver victory to a surprising Watts. "I absolutely had to hurt her early," declares Naomi. "I had to show her 'you cannot walk through me' and when I stunned her, it opened up so many options for me. She's such a cheap tart, but she's a very hard puncher - I had to honor that tonight and fight smart." Alyssa's got her critics, but it's hard not to sympathize with her - she's despondent in her corner, badly swollen about the eyes and cheeks - she took it tough from Naomi tonight.