Before: Fighting for 500 here. Both fighters sitting at 7-8, this win is vital. Sixteen fights is an awful lot for an managed fighter, a fight like this could be the one to finally make a stable sit up and notice Meghan. As for Alice, a loss here could seriously have the Lookout management wondering if they need all the fighters they’re carrying. VanCamp, Lovato, Jones, Coleman, are all in the title picture. Is a sub-500 fighter worth the weight?

Blue and white striped bikini for Alice, white gloves, chin-length blonde hair in ringlets. Meghan in red bikini, black gloves, hair back in battle pony.

R1: Alice aggressive early, hooking off the jab, backing Meghan up with whistling rights ticketed for chin, looking to step-with as she backpedals and press the attack. Markle showing educated feet, retreating in good order, turning at the ropes, trying to fit Eve for counters while parrying/evading the worst of blonde thunder. Second minute - Alice scores a bang-bang right/left on the chin as Meghan's backing up, sprawling the brunette against the ropes, Eve mopping up nicely with a barrage to waistline, prompting Markle to clinch. Third minute, Alice still pursuing as Meghan slides to her right at the ropes - American times a short right counter-right to the mouth, ducking down as Eve's right hand sails over top, then coming up gangbusters into blonde's midsection. Crowd squealing as Markle pumps up left/right into Alice's lungs, crippling her Brit, hunching her forward in stupor. Glorious, succulent body blows, furiously delivered - poor Eve can only stand & soak as Markle's thumping attack nearly drives her to her knees. Bell: Alice ashen faced, frowning in hurt - Markle SMOULDERING back to her stool, knows she just stole a strong Eve round out from under her.

R2: : Girls meet midring, strong stances, weight on front feet to crank hooks amidships. Stoic faces, tight lips as pumping hooks spank off taut bodies, then they fall in shoulder to shoulder, noggin to noggin, digging, swatting cuffing, mugging at close quarters. Takes a minute for Meghan to massage Alice to ropes: blonde digs in: Markle happy to stay in the phone booth and pound away. Grinding tousles, fighters pawing down each other’s hands, then cuffing jawlines with sudden swats; occasionally dipping a shoulder, twisting their hips to fit in a thick, shivering body shot. Eve leaning forward, arms wrapping up Meghan, picks her up twists her into the ropes, dipping her left shoulder to crank hooks to brunette’s waist. Bruising back and forth, girls just clouting each other tit for tat, neither moving out of the kitchen, close, pulverizing stuff.

R3: Meghan into Alice with robust rights and lefts amidships, blonde loping away from the shots, gloves up as Markle's fists thump loud off pale ribcage. Minute mark - RIPPING counter right uppercut, Alice to Meghan, MARKLE IS HURT! Glassy eyed as she wanders away in a fog - ON COMES EVE! Alice jabbing Meghan to ropes, then stroking her bodyshots - lashing at the ribs and tummy as American groans, buckles. Meghan clinching down the stretch, hugging Alice close for ref's breaks - blonde treating the body-banging brunette to a dose of her own medicine.

R4: Meghan bounces back and back with a vengeance. No frills look—she finds Alice with the jab, hooks the blonde’s pale, firm paunch; hooks her ear, swings the right roundhouse in above Eve’s left hip! Girls trade short left uppercuts inside: Alice steps backward. Meghan hops in a lead right, wedging it in between Eve’s gloves to score to forehead—then stuffs the left hook flat to paunch. Alice hits ropes panting, unable to match Meghan’s output; raven-haired vixen puts it to her girl hard and lusty. Markle’s mitts bouncing heavily off Eve’s head/shoulders/flanks, resetting on her girl with easy left shoulder in the chest, nudging blonde into ropes. Bell: both beauties breathing hard, bathed in sweat: Meghan lingers overly long on Alice, leaving her scent on her, blonde angrily pushing her off—ref intervenes as tempers flare.

R5: Meghan's jab a shocking prod – forcing a still-shaken Alice to cover up early. Right hand at the 90 second mark pierces Eve's defenses, punching her head back: she staggers backwards, eyes blinking, jugs a-jumping. Markle closing behind her jab, forcing Alice to cover up again: right uppercut splits blonde's mitts, left hook toggles her chin and EVE GOES DOWN! Alice sprawling on her back, Meghan striding past, all business as she glances down to check damage. Eve sitting up jerky - badly dazed: she rolls over onto her left hip, pitches face first back to canvas still clearly buzzed and ref stops the fight. Alice bleary-eyed, mumbling "why'd you stop it? Why'd you stop it?" as Meghan lifts her hands and struts. KO5 in workmanlike fashion for Meghan Markle!

After: Good Opener to todays festivities, Meghan making a case for more work to come her way as she handles the blonde for most of the fight