Before: "I've always had the option of making my own fights if I thought the terms were attractive," a business-like Sarah says in prefight. "Megan's getting a lot of buzz these days and I like to tap 'it' girls when they're blossoming, you know? It's good to scuff 'em up a little before the media can blow them out of proportion. I've been keeping tabs on her - I know Megs can fight a little, and she's got good size for the division. I'm looking for solid rounds and a crowd-pleasing fight before I break her down." Fox haughty, scowling at the dais, generally uncommunicative or surly with the press, though posing for pictures at every opportunity. Sarah in white bikini, ring connections; small white gloves; long low ponytail, bangs framing face. Megan in vivid orange bikini; small black gloves; long low ponytail, bangs framing face. Megan snide during ring instructions - making very brazen eye contact throughout: she's showing Sarah absolutely no deference in the ring.

During R1: Splendid, slender-limbed action - ponytails swishing across backbones as girls pivot and weave clockwise. Both electing to set down a bit here - legs straight, torso's willowy and supple as elastic rights and piston lefts punch at beautiful faces. Both startled on occasion by stiff rebukes, but both equally combative, standing their ground, dipping and rolling before issuing prompt receipts. Final minute, Megan takes Sarah's breath away with a lashing, lanky series of batting hooks amidships: Carter steps away ashen faced, breathing through pursed lips, eats the hardest punch of the fight courtesy Megan's rangy right cross. Carter chased to ropes: she covers up face in gloves, gets her ribcage tanned as a sneering Fox lathers at the bell. Megs turning on her heel, draws her soft ponytail across Sarah's stunned face with an exaggerated head toss: Sarah gasping in astonishment; Megan smiling as she struts away one lash up on blondie.

R2: Carter straight legged, looking to punch: eyes heartless, lips set in tight line as she slings and rips rangy punches. Small gloves bounce off Megan's brows and mouth; lick at her tummy and ribs: Carter stepping forward, leaning in on right hands, shifting to right (back) foot to curl her hook across Megan's front. Fox in retreat, catching firm crack here: she bares her teeth, trades late to keep her back off the ropes as gamine vixens lash away to bell.

R3: Sarah thoughtful, dukes up - nice elastic action on either hand as she steps to Megan, punching rights and lefts off the front foot. Fox showing a similar dukes-up look - arms relaxed - she's picking off the odd Carter offering, showing some sleek torso movement to negotiate Sarah's jab. Midway through - tart, bright contact startles both girls in turn as rights and lefts bounce off shiny faces: Fox able to land the mop up hook to ROCK SARAH'S WORLD! Carter nearly sits down, stumbling backward with a thunderstruck expression: lips parted, eyes blinking. Fox striding forward, leaning in and down with a slanting right to chest - hopping on her left (front) foot to jerk a slashing left uppercut across Sarah's face. Blonde hits ropes hurt, but alert: Carter shows crossed arm, twisting to her right to roll Megan's opportunistic right, then cutting back into the Fox midsection with a dragging right. HAMMER AND TONGS! Sarah fighting with ropes at her back, teeth bared - Fox pouring in right hands while extending her left to Carter's chest as a stabilizer. Carter caught and rocked again and again, but she's tearing at Megan's chin and chest with lashing lank on lefts and rights. Megan stung, finally steps out - nostrils flaring, eyes glaring as Sarah repulses brunette finishing run.

R4: Sarah lumping up - angered by Fox's persistent success to face and ribs: blonde using a bit more leg now, trying to separate herself with footwork. Carter slinking to either side, feinting, yo-yoing her jab off the shoulder, then leaning in graceful right hands. Fox' eyes narrow as she elects to time and counter her blonde with slinging left hooks to breadbasket. Megan able to dip-n-dig a particularly cruel hook to Sarah's solar plexus late the round - but more consistent worker overall is Carter. Bell: seething looks brings the ref in quick - tempers clearly flaring in a close contest.

R5: Sarah hurts Megan: an oily, sliding right over Fox's left hand, turning Megs' head to the left and unhinging her knees. Megan stumbles forward: Sarah dips her left shoulder, treats herself to the pit of Megan's stomach via the succulent left hook. Carter slides back in perfect order, dropping a right hand to cheek as she does so, then kissing a left uppercut off the front of Megan's guard: brunette hard pressed here, grimly struggling forward. Lashing right hand wide and bandy-armed takes Megan across her stomach, winning a groan from proud brunette lips: Carter matches the stroke with an equally lithe left - arching her back, popping her hips-right to lick it to tummy. Sarah smiling small, tap-jabs Megan's forehead as blonde's stepping right: inside-out, lanky limbed right uppercut picks Fox's face up (eyes shut, eyebrows high, lips parted). Fox hovering over her feet, then easing herself to all fours as Sarah smiles wide, jogs to neutral corner. Megan being picked apart, firms in the second minute - engaging Sarah in supple exchanges - the girls twisting into sinuous exchanges, often following through with either shoulder brushing the opponent. Carter giving ground against desperate Fox slugging, but late the round: Sarah slips Megan's right, answers a gorgeous, licking left uppercut curled to sternum. Fox immediately cramped up: Sarah shifts weight to right foot, pops hips-left, curls her right uppercut to the very same spot. Fox crippled - spitting out her mouthpiece as she sobs in agony. Sarah able to dip-n'-rip another left, and one more right to the solar plexus as poor hobbled Megan tilts forward behind her mitts, paralyzed. Bell: Sarah with her trademark hard turn, draws her insolent blonde ponytail across Megan's anguished eyes, then walks away as Fox snivels in bodyache and rage.

R6: Megan chilling to watch: teeth bared, eyes furious, but her movements are very sleek, rangy and professional as she tears at her blonde. Sarah gloves up, rolling punches - blonde pelted about her head and shoulders as she weaves Fox's fury. Megan issuing retribution to Sarah's flat abdominals and quivering 'plexus: both lithe beauties have a sinuous way about torquing into succulent, licking body blows to leave the other breathless. Carter wincing, clinching her foe for ref's breaks: blonde showing her experience, chewing up clock while her legs aren't at their best.

R7,8,9,10: It's unmistakable: Sarah imposes her will down the stretch with a slight edge in execution, class, and ring generalship. Close rounds - Megan scoring, often backing Carter up - but Sarah's dictating terms, initiating the sequences, stepping around to reset rather than retreat. Sarah's jabs a constant menace - penetrating Megan's block-and-roll defence to skid and pummel against cheeks, brow and mouth. Sarah's right cross scoring clean and rangy, cracking sharp against Megan's jaw or head, and more often than not, followed by a curling, licking left hand tidy to breadbasket. Sarah's legs just a little livelier, her feet a touch more educated: every time Fox threatens to fight her way into the lead, a little sidestep, pivot or step-out has her frustrated. Sarah's eyes a little brighter as Megan falls behind - both girls know who's getting the extra touches in. For all that, Fox never bowing her head: she's well-pasted, but never hurt or discouraged, forcing Sarah to earn her paycheque tonight. Goes to the bell, comes back UD10 Carter.

After: Hard feelings in the aftermath - Sarah looking to extend congratulations for a much tougher than expected outing: Sullen Fox bounces a water bottle off the blonde's forehead as officials move in. "Well, I wanted hard rounds - I got hard rounds," a sheepish, racoon-eyed Sarah C chortles in postfight. "Megan's a hothead and she obviously didn't agree with the scoring, but I felt I had figured her out and was basically just outboxing her at the end. I did think, going in, that I would stop her, but she wasn't having it. I hit her my best shots in the 5th - I dropped her - but she was game tonight. Kid can fight - I'll give her that. Even if she is a bit of a beyotch." Megan busted up, puffy eyed, and less charitable than Sarah: "I haven't had a fight in a year and a half," Fox reminds television audience, "and I basically took it to Sarah all night long. She's a little tramp, that's all - a whiny little slut. I get my game together and we go again? I knock Sarah Carter out. Showed me nothing tonight. Nothing!"