(Could have sworn I'd posted this before, but I can't find it. So: better safe that sorry...)

Before: "Kurylenko's defeats prove what I have said from the very beginning: Olga is not yet ready for the FCBA," Mila shrugs in prefight, oozing supremacy. "In the Ukraine, a girl like this is subordinated to an established fighter like myself - made to do the cooking and cleaning in exchange for learning the fighting arts: that is what the Krushers should be doing with her. I will make a weapon out of Olga if only she would become my under-study: without such service, she is wasting valuable PPV airtime that would be better filled by myself."

Kurylenko steaming: she knows the traditions, knows that the fate described is little better than institutionalized slavery. "I will never submit myself to Mila's tutelage!" Olga snarls, gypsy eyes blazing. "I have fought and I have lost, but I am learning what I need to know the American way. We will see who is the handmaiden and who is the mistress. I will subjugate Mila and beat her without mercy; SHE will suffer in this fight - not I!"

Prefight degenerates as fighters bicker at each other in Ukrainian: fun to watch, if incomprehensible.

Mila in bright peach string bikini; small black work out gloves; soft brown curls and bangs. Olga in purple bikini with bra style top; small black work out gloves; hair an unruly gypsy tangle.

During R1: Mila showing quicks - darting in with tummy jabs, darting out: licking her lips and grinning as she circles to her right. Olga dropping left hand to her side; pointing left shoulder at Mila; chin tucked in behind left shoulder; right cocked at her chest as she waits on Jovo, looking to time her. Jovo Jaime-Pressly quick - nipping in and out with stabbing left hands to lean Kurylenko ribs and abs; occasionally buggywhip right hands deployed in lashing fashion to Olga's left hip/back, taking advantage of Kurylenko's closed stance. All Jovo till late: Olga finally timing her tormentress, swatting left hook up off hip, balanced on right foot and stroking Mila a withering lick behind the ear. JOVO'S HURT! Mila sent reeling to her left and backwards, eyes wide as she hits the ropes: Olga hopping-to all lanky and coltish, eyes bright as she closes, lets hands go. Furious lathering pelts squealing Mila into a cringing seat on ropes: Olga baring her teeth, limber limbs thrashing, small gloves bouncing off her foe's head and shoulders as Kurylenko steals the round with late power.

R2: Similar action: Jovo more agile, a tighter turner in her pivots, smarter and cleaner with her footwork - she's got the initiative. Mila sprucing Olga up with jabs in the body - darting in-out attacks designed to nibble and vex. Jovovich unleashing the occasional lashing right hand - taking Olga in her back or trying for her left cheek. Kurylenko supple - rolling right hands with her shoulder, feet braced wide: she's turning counterclockwise, keeping stance closed, just making her reads. Down the stretch, Olga rolls with a Mila right hand, then comes back a bolo right uppercut to chin! Jovovich well struck: feet scoot forward onto their heels - only Mila's marvelous athleticism allows her to scramble backwards and hit ropes without going down. Olga pouncing in as before: teeth bared, eyes blazing as she TEARS at her foe. Mila crying out, covering up, sitting in ropes: small gloves lick and bash at her as Olga lathers side to side. As Jovo cringes ever forward, Kurylenko heartlessly swabs the presented tanned back - scrubbing hammer-fist lefts and rights across the drum-tight surface, buckling Jovo's knees. Bell: Mila straightens, eyes shiny, lips trembling: Olga seething, forcing glaring eye contact as she steals another round late.

R3: Same again: Jovovich more compact, quicker - she circles to her right, curling in to attack as Olga presents the closed stance, weight on right (back) foot. Jovo scoring with a variety of single-stab punches: tummy jabs; straight, palm-down right hands slotted in above Olga's left hip; buggy-whip right hands clapping against Olga's lower back. Kurylenko being chopped at, but biding her time; dark eyes narrowed as she turns, uses feints to mess with Jovo's timing. Final minute - Olga lifting a jab off her hip, thrusting it at Jovo's face to disrupt Mila's pounce: Jovovich comes in a little late, missing a right hand up top as Olga rolls it. Kurylenko back a smooth receipt - rolling into a licking right uppercut against Mila's solar plexus. Veteran beauty cries out, doubles over midring as once again, limber-limbed newcomer unleashes hell. Lithe, churning lefts and rights slash and whack at poor Mila: Olga snarling, keeping elbows in, tipping and twisting on her hips to generate lashing leverage. Mila battered, finally stumbles face first to ropes under the pelting barrage: once again, Jovo is forced to cover up and suffer as Olga lathers for points. Odd circumstance through 3: Mila's winning the majority of minutes, but it's Olga blazing away in spots to win all three heats.

R4: Jovovich continues fighting to plan: circle; curl in; get touches. Olga defending it well - suffering to her ribs and body, but giving a sheer angle behind her left shoulder, keeping Jovovich from scoring big. Mila wary of throwing to Olga's head: Kurylenko's been deadly with limber roll-and-counter right hands...but Jovo forgets about the equally lanky left. Final minute, Olga feints, slides back in her stance, dragging that lead left foot while keeping weight on right leg. Jovo induced forward, but tricked into covering a wider gap than she hand intended: Olga twitches torso-right, licking the left hook up off her hip - elbow in nice and tight as she just BITES the punch off Mila's jaw. Olga pivoting-left around the blast: Jovo sputtering forward, face-first to ropes: once again she's destitute, shabby with shock, trusting curvy legs to hold her up as Olga lopes in. Furious finishing flurry again, Olga K: Kurylenko just sheeting her fists back and forth, back and forth, shredding poor, crouching Jovovich. Ref shouting warnings "Stay of her back, Olga!" as Kurylenko's drumming away: Ukrainian girls are heartless with each other as once again, Olga sweeps pitilessly away for points.

R5: First signs of fatigue/despair from Jovovich: she's been badly gnawed at, trying to execute her fight plan; legs're rubbery; reactions slowing. It's Olga initiating now - stepping in a stiff, long jab to Mila's chest, driving her rival before her. Crisp, slick right hands pour in off the jab, chasing Jovovich backward as Olga takes canvas. Mila's turn to fight back in spots: walking Olga in, engaging her in spirited toe-to-toe: Jovovich better in combination, often out-punching Olga, but unable to spook the other girl backwards. Kurylenko with good stalking pressure - occasionally sliding back, dragging that left foot as she changes distance and tempo - but it's steady, sustained threat as Mila lumps up, looks discouraged through 5.

R6: Jovo punished, discouraged, breaking down: Olga quickly at her. Kurylenko standing up straight as she gets close, just touching at Mila's raised gloves as Jovo stoops forward behind her mitts. Olga dips to her left, hooking Jovo's flat tummy, flinching backward in expectation of receipt, but Mila doesn't offer. Olga inching in again, touching at Jovo before dipping and depositing a thick right hand up into ribs: Jovo shudders, mincing forward, but not answering back. Olga's convinced: she dips down and DIGS at that tummy fresh, rolling combinations of pumping lefts and rights. Limber limbed lass chugging furiously - elbows drawing back as loads up hup-hup. Jovovich groaning into her gloves, stiffening up - finally reaching round Olga's back to snuggle. Kurylenko writhes - wedging elbows down inside Jovovich's arms, then pushing Jovo a little more upright: Olga standing in close, just TUCKING her right hand into Jovovich's firm beef. Mila crying out as she's cheek to cheek with Olga: Kurylenko heartless, just stuffs her girl full of leather - pumping, single right hands PIK! PAK! against toned flesh. Jovo backing up as Olga's chesting into her: Mila sighs into ropes, distraught. Olga drops right foot back, extends her arms: she leans in, punches a right cross to Mila's face, startling her upright. Mila waves back a right - missing as supple Olga dips underneath it, then girls trade lashing hooks and MILA GOES DOWN! Oh the clapping lash of it - great bandy-armed clout catches Jovovich flush, turning her chin aside as her own left hand fans: she's dropped onto her buns, propped up by the ropes, head lolling as her legs stretch out numb. That's it - Olga strutting to neutral corner - Jovo blubbering - trying to first push up off her glutes, then pull herself up by the ropes, but her legs have quit. KO6 in sinuous fashion, Olga Kurylenko.

After: Olga answers the critics, turning back her closest rival in the FCBA with a combination of savvy and ferocity. Former models know the drill: Jovo snivelling as Olga meanly pulls her up by left elbow: Kurylenko snakes slender right arm around Mila's waist to take her for a strutting walk of shame. Olga seething, eyes flashing: she's rough with Mila, tugging her from corner to corner, demanding she stand still for cameras. At the end, standing side by side, Olga draws her right hand back and claps a shivering straight-arm paddle-palm against proud Jovovich backside: Jovovich's eyes well up as she stares straight ahead, wishing the night would end; Olga finally breaks into a exultant smile, having helped herself to world class rump.