Before: Unexpected animosity burbling between these two elite brunettes, both girls running unusually intense camps to prepare for this showdown. "Everyone knows Bell is a judge's darling," spouts Carrie in pre fight, "I've got to win each round with an iron fist. I'll be jamming her butt in my corner and beating her 10-8 each and every round to remove all doubt. If she doesn't get knocked out, she's going to be ruined. They can't take this fight away from me." Nothing Bell hasn't heard before, "Nobody just gets on top of me and works. If she thinks she's going to bulldoze me in the corners and use me up...this'll be an easier night than I thought." Moss in navy bikini, singlet halter top to a high neck - Electric blue string bikini for Ms. Bell.

During R1: Bell showing some respect early - dukes up high, she's flashing the hard Oscar jab to the forehead, using her legs to give Carrie Ann angles. By the final minute, Moss cuts off the ring and takes this thing shoulder to shoulder, dragging an insistent hook repeatedly into Cat's side and back, but it's Bell's round based on time of possession.

R2: Moss makes good on her prediction this round. Countering every Bell jab with a hard swipe across the jugs, Carrie backs a grimacing Bell to the ropes, then bodies up, muscles Cat into a waiting corner and piles on. It's grim survival of the fittest stuff toe to toe - Moss using her shoulders to rub Cat back, digging into the flat stomach with both mitts, rough with her head against Bell's mouth. Cat on her heels, butt propped on the turnbuckles keeps her composure, guard high, turning her torso with the incoming, moving her head. Goes as a shutout for Moss, and there's bluster after the bell - Carrie Ann chesting up and forcing eye contact - Bell shoving her back and almost getting into it during the break.

R3: Bell back out with the jab - she's stamping Moss pretty good with the stick - Carrie's head routinely jerking back on contact. End of the first minute, Bell slams home a postcard right cross off Moss's chin - lifting Carrie's front leg off the canvas, nearly sitting the brunette down. Bell bodying up, bellies Moss into a corner and it's punch for punch payback - Bell on Moss as the crowd laps it up. Moss not as nifty under siege - she takes more punches, more cleanly than did Bell last round, and comes away cut in the mouth after 3 long minutes of soaking it up. Cat nodding at the bell, is very slow getting her sweaty body off Moss - Carrie shoving her girl in anger as the ref jumps in once again.

R4: Cat with that punishing stick, jabs Carrie back into the corner, and issues another serious beatdown. Moss rolling with punches, hunching forward - Bell standing in, doubling up on her shots, bullying Moss back onto the turnbuckles. End of the first minute, Cat sets her body and lathers Carrie's liver with a series of sweeping hooks - MOSS GOES DOWN! Carrie groaning on one knee, elbow tight against her side - Bell drinks in the sight before sauntering to a neutral corner, in no hurry to speed the count. Carrie takes 8, face pinched in pain, and Cat chases her right back into the corner with the jab, then mounts up for more beat down. If Bell's ever beaten anybody this badly - I want to see the tape. Moss just getting HAMMERED - Cat working her up and down, touching the tender right side ribs, hooking hard up top, then turning over a bashing right hand on the face that splatters Moss' head back over and over again. Carrie lolling up against the turnbuckles, eyes glazing over, right hand under her chin, left across her belly - she's stupid with pain and soaking it up to the bell. Cat leaves Carrie smoldering, staring into space after 3 minutes of passionate abuse.

R5: Bell jabbing Carrie's E-Z HIT face - Moss stumbling into a corner like it's her home and Cat steps up to hurt her foe some more. Crashing right hand swivels Moss' head once again - Carrie out on her feet, just willing herself to go on, but there's SO much time left. Bell HEAPING it on, but not getting wild - she'll lay over Carrie's right side for a while, using her right shoulder to prop Moss up, using the left hook to lather at the hurt spot under Moss' elbow. Then she'll reverse, putting her left shoulder into Carrie's chest, using the right hand to dig at the belly, or curl viciously over the top to spank that vacant face. Carrie Ann sopping up punishment, beaten from one foot to the other - she can't get her butt off the turnbuckle as Bell deliberately makes the other girl eat her pre-fight conceit.

R6: 3 shutout rounds in a row take the steam out of Cat - she's still shouldering up on Moss, still the aggressor, but Carrie's weathered the storm, answering back on occasion as the girls rotate midring. Grinding shoulder to shoulder stuff - Bell still putting her punches together and sending sweat flying from Moss when she connects - but Carrie's pulling the trigger some now herself, trying to regain some rhythm.

R7: Some sloppy slugging to start, girls just opening up - Bell missing a straight right hand, tries to crank a hook, but Moss beats her to it. BELL GOES DOWN! Sudden shot on the chops puts Bell wobbly butt - she wisely takes a knee to regroup and Moss pretends to stagger into her, putting Cat on her backside - ref intervenes. Bell fading back, makes Moss eat jabs, then clinches up on Carrie for breaks to recuperate - Moss frustrated, can't break down her girl as Cat gets out of danger with professional savvy.

R8: Bell laying in shoulder to shoulder - Moss still dishing despite the horrendous beating she's taken. Girls trading hooks to the tummy and teeth, shouldering each other liberally, doubling up to head and body in crisp, close quarters trade. Round to Moss as Bell takes a breather.

R9: Cat Bell gets a second wind and puts some daylight between herself and Carrie this round. Pointing the left shoulder, Cat sells like she's coming in, then she'll twist into the sneaky lead right, catching Moss open mouthed time and again and putting the other brunette wobbly butt. Bell not a dancer really, but she's nifty on her feet, hurting Carrie, then turning her with a little sidestep pivot, keeping the lane open for those crunching, short right hands on the mandible. Moss soaking them up like a good soldier - but each right hand is buckling her legs tragically, taking a little more out of her as Cat breaks her down. After 9 - Moss is battered unrecognizable - it's ALL landing hard for Bell, she just can't make the other girl quit.

R10: Bell jabbing to the nose, reloads, snaps a hook to the belly - Moss crumples forward on cue into Cat's arms - Bell

scoops 'er up, walks her into a corner and finishes up this fight like a bully. Carrie seated on turnbuckle, closes her eyes, crosses her arms and lolls forward and back, taking punches to her body and across her ravaged face with numb resignation. Bell just on her, working, not pressing too hard - Carrie's proven she's not going out tonight. Bell to bell beat down leaves Moss stupified as Cat finally steps back from the wreckage - Moss looking like something out of a Cronenberg film after 10 rounds of hard going with Bell. UD10 by wide margin - Catherine Bell.

After: Carrie Ann helped to her corner as the crowd chants "WALK! WALK! WALK!" Bell disdains to oblige - later claiming Moss not worth it. Carrie Ann had the prediction half right - Bell issuing a dreadful penalty for Moss' pre-fight disrespect - this was one of the baddest ragdollings in recent memory and re-establishes Cat at the top of the brunette lightweight list. Says Cat in post fight, "Carrie should spar with Theron more often." Hey - was that a shot?