BEFORE: Real fighter's fight: both women unsung, beautiful veterans with mature bodies and no-nonsense skills. "Larue's good," Elizabeth admits. "Good hands, likes to fight inside like all Miami fighters. I'm the better puncher, and she'll see that. I think Eva's going to push-in a lot, and that's going to get her banged up."

Larue equally respectful, equaly confident in prefight. "The power's definitely there," Eva admits, "but I'm no Sarah Lancaster. I'm not going to just lay my chin out there for Liz to clip at. Body to body, I'm firmer - I'll definitely test her downstairs and when she starts breathing hard, I'll clean her up."

Mitchell in black lace push up with black bikini bottoms spiced up with random geometric print (lavenders, yellows, blues); black gloves Eva in green bikini; black gloves.

During R1: Mitchell sets the tone, stepping to Eva, working brunette hips, flanks, ribs with steady cuffing clout. Larue pouting in concentration: left hand at right cheek, right across her gut - she's bending and twisting, taking the body blows, clinching at intervals for ref's break. Bell to bell Elizabeth: she's doing the work.

R2: Larue's made her reads - she lures Liz back in, rolls a blonde right hand with the left shoulder, then comes back a ripping right uppercut, catching Mitchell to chin. Slick, powerful lick puts Liz wobbly butt: Mitchell covers up earmuff, stumble-bumming forward as Larue takes over. Payback: Eva methodical about her blonde's hips, ribs, flanks - working the odd tight uppercut in between Mitchell's tightly grouped mitts.

R3: Midring; flat footed stances; relaxed crouches: both professionals settling in to box. Bap-bap double jabs from both - setting up hooks and right hands. Good blocking defences up top - both women focus on offending waistlines as a result, clapping away to beefy effect. Eva a little busier, and working more diligently about her foe's breasts: she's hooking Mitchell's jugs, getting in there with the left shoulder; putting jabs on 'em.

R4: Mitchell abandons the methodical, professional pace: she turns slugger, stunning Eva early. Mitchell hardhearted, lips tight: she's twitching left and right, swinging heavy licks from her hips, clobbering Larue upside the head to stagger brunette. Larue rocked and wobbled, but a minute in, she's banging back - dipping and twisting into similar abrupt, sneaky single power shots to rock Mitchell. Crowd roaring as veteran beauties reel and stagger, each trying to find her footing, plant, then rip the other hearty. Down the stretch, Mitchell starts to score consecutive wallops upside Larue's head: Eva's legs give way, spilling her glassy-eyed to ropes. Mitchell able to close, push, set, and dig bad body blows into Larue's waist, sitting her sobbing in ropes. Bell: Liz banks insurance - tucking the right hand in behind Larue's left elbow as ref jumps in.

R5: Liz continues to stalk hurting Eva: Larue shying away with moist don't-hurt-me eyes, pawing out a tentative jab. Mitchell still loading up, twisting side to side with powerful single-shot lefts or rights: concussive blows bouncing off Larue's skull, shoulders and back as she rolls away from hurt. Mitchell stepping-with, pressurizing Larue: whenever Eva's back hits ropes, Mitchell piles in, digs beefy to gut, pushing and jostling to loosen Eva up. Larue mouthbreathing, shipping a beating: she's tying up around Mitchell's elbows, bringing in the ref. Eva wobbly butt down the stretch, but cagey - pre-empting Liz on the way in with potshotting right hands to blonde bra, then hugging up for the break.

R6: Liz stalking Eva, taking a little off the fastball: blonde just consolidating her gains with patient stepping pursuit. Larue walking the perimeter, circling to her right: she's scuffed up, hurt in her body, trying to avoid tummy-to-tummy exchanges. Mitchell stepping in left jabs to Eva's breasts, then hooking her up top; deploying right hands sidearm to the hip. Eva covering up, sponging punches, then tying up: Larue just surviving the round, trying to suck a little momentum out of Elizabeth's legs.

R7: Fighting continues at the apron - Elizabeth menacing Eva, jabbing at her body, then clubbing her head and shoulders: Larue slipping, rolling and blocking, looking for counters. Eva outworked, but stabilizing: she's scoring off the ropes, doing just enough to keep Mitchell from unleashing.

R8: Good first minute of boxing behind the jab for Eva spoiled by a vicious counter right cross from Liz: Larue's head turned hard aside, knees buckled as she spills to ropes. Mitchell stepping-to, squaring away: thumping beatdown issued as hard-working blonde goes to her brunette's ribcage. Larue groaning, covering up, but answering: final minute sees her fit tidy lefts and rights inside Mitchell's swings and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Liz on her buns, blinking in astonishment: Larue clipping short, cute chin-checks to devastating effect.

R9: Mitchell rallies, shaking off clout: heavy jabs pound at Eva's chest, pinning her to ropes early. Larue dipping side to side, looking to twist into one of those sneaky haymakers off the hips: Mitchell wary, bringing mitts back to her temples, bobbing her head on the spot. Both women ripping thick body shots to offending waistlines: Mitchell refusing to give up top position at ropes. Final minute, Elizabeth starts to beat Eva down: Larue sitting in ropes, hands at temples, giving away glossy flanks as Liz puts in the work. Mitchell swinging beefy, grunting with her own exertions: she cripples Eva late, wringing sobs of pain from beautiful ropebound brunette at bell.

R10: Larue quickly across the ring, pounding right hands at Mitchell's prepared defences, driving blonde to ropes. Eva setting up big-girl - head in between Mitchell's mitts, hands palming Mitchell's hips, keeping her pinned down. Larue securing Liz, then punching her: heavy, clouting swats about hips, paunch and ribs taking blonde breath away. Mitchell cramped, face pinched: she's tying up head-and-elbow on Larue, looking for ref's breaks. Good bell to bell pressure from Eva: she gets on top, works her blonde for 10th round points. Long delay as close fight is tallied up: comes back one point duke Elizabeth Mitchell.

After: Larue crestfallen: hands on hips, wondering how she could have let a curvy blonde get past her tonight. Elizabeth exhausted, but smiling serenly: she survives a knockdown and a number of other anxious moments to prevail over a well respected brunette veteran. "It's a big fight for me," Mitchell says of the result. "Larue tests girls, finds out if they can fight, and losing to her usually means you're not ready for the big time. Handling her means you can compete with anyone, so I feel pretty good about myself tonight."