BEFORE: "Everyone knows I wanted to fight Taylor Swift as soon as she embarrassed herself against Jewel," cocky Carrie relates in prefight. "But Taylor's 5'11" and I'm 5'3" and my guys wouldn't let me go at her - even though I'd still put a boot in her pants. So I'm mopping up the singers my size before moving against the FCBA as a whole. Kelly's first on my list because she's an Idol winner, and she's tired and fat: looks like I just took the weight right off my smokin' bod and slapped it onto her ample backside, hey guys?" Clarkson steamin': original Idol not happy at the notion of being usurped. "This spot's taken," Kelly scowls emphatically. "No room for Carrie. None. Zip. I'm a proven puncher at my size: Carrie's just a proven yapper. I'll shut her up in style boys: 'DOWN GOES UNDERWOOD!'" Carrie in a taupe bikini (right breast cup adorned with bright green/mauve/pink floral) with twist-tied bottoms; white gloves; shoulder-length hair loose n' beachy. Kelly in bright purple bikini; blonde hair in loose beach tangly-curls; black gloves.

During R1: Carrie slapping for Kelly's face via wide, straight arm cuffs: Clarkson pursing lips, trying to push-through with straight poking rights and a hooking left. After taking punches to her mouth, Underwood scampers free, circles right and dives back in: feet seem better educated than her hands as she pinwheels in the blows. Chaotic, swarming stuff more confusing than damaging - but it's forcing minor retreats out of Clarkson: Kelly having trouble holding canvas against determined Underwood flailing.

R2: Clarkson continues to show more discipline/better training: low crouch as Carrie approaches; pre-emptive, plowing right hand into Carrie's belly as she's trying to brawl. Well-timed thrust to the body catches Carrie as she's swinging, shunting her to her buttocks midring: she bounces right back up, blushing crimson as ref gives her 8. Clarkson making good reads: she's a more compact, powerful hitter because she gets her weight into shots...she drives forward in crouches, plowing the right hand straight to Carrie's chest or tummy. Underwood backed up, but springy legs keep her from being ropebound: she's proving more agile than come-forward Kelly. Late the round, Carrie catches Kelly a swinging palm-down right across the chops, mating it with a quick, biting hook...CLARKSON'S RATTLED! Kelly stumbling back momentarily unglued: Underwood presses giddily forward, pinwheeling Kel to ropes. Clarkson 10-8 turned into regular 10-9 by Carrie's strong reprisal off the canvas.

R3: Kelly settles down: she's calmer, more experienced and she knows it. Stubby little jab intercepts Carrie - just knocking at her as she's loading up, taking away initiative. Kelly sturdy, digging in strong, letting CArrie come to her, then BASHING away heavy right hands up top. Underwood getting her face boxed about: she gamely plunges forward, but falls in with Kelly - girls struggling belly to belly where Clarkson's stronger. Kelly walking Carrie around in the clinch, then whirling hooks to the body while controlling Carrie's left arm under the Clarkson right. Constant thud of Clarkson leather on belly and breast has Carrie grimacing/mouthbreathing. She's a little hurt, disheveled at the bell, walking back to her corner hands on hips and breathing deep.

R4: Clarkson forward strong now - stepping to Carrie, driving in with lead right hands Minka Kelly style. Underwood pounded across her chest - belted upon her forehead: she's wobbling, backing away in confusion. Whenever Clarkson's in close, she's whirling those hooks - whacking and batting at poor Carrie's midsection as Underwood's trying to disengage. Underwood distressed - pushing on Kelly's shoulders while trying to back away from her: Clarkson able to move forward into blockbuster haymakers as a result. Demoralized Carrie absorbing terrific clouts head and body...final right hand smashes her upside the head, spinning her to her right and dashing her to all fours. Carrie panting, blubbering - she can't get off her knees: KO4 Kelly Clarkson.

After: Kelly puffing out her chest and preening: why not? She's just defended her Idol turf in high style. "So much for Carrie 'mopping' me up. Mop THAT up, Carrie! Woo! Anyway: I pounded her - that much was clear. I'm just way too strong and sturdy for a girl like that. I'm all about Hillary Duff: she's stocky - I'm stocky...only I'm the better singer and fighter. Hopefully, I'll get a chance to kick her ducking ass!"