Results: Lookout!; Story: OddManOut

Before: Demi supremely confident, on the strongest roll of her career, belt snug around her waist and JMD tiara on her head- she's bright and eager in prefight. "I've turned back the best boxers in our business," says the Champ, "Elizabeth's the icing on the cake. I don't want to line my title with cupcakes - I want to take the big names and that means defending against Olsen. She looks good, I'm sure she'll be sharp, but I have every intention of keeping the belts where they belong." Some speculate Olsen might be coming in a little light against the fireplug. "Weight's not going to be a deciding factor against Demi - I won't body up on her much if I can help it. The key to beating Demi is ring control, as all the surviving she’s done in these last-women-standing brawls. The difference between them and me, is that I'll be hurting her, backing her up and punishing her while I'm shining her up. That's something those other girls didn't do and Demi's walked right through them."

Elizabeth dropping her rose to reveal a red leather bikini, black gloves, hair back in an all-business bun. Demi entering without a robe: Paramount belt at her waist, Maxim and Reebok belts crisscrossed over her shoulders completely concealing her outfit. Handing the belts over to the ref inside the ring, it reveals her now-familiar gold micro-bikini, sporting a new red-gold hair color stretching loose down her back. Demi grinning up at Elizabeth during ring instructions, swaying side to side - Olsen frowning down, tracking the gold fireplug with her eyes.

R1: Liz patient, marching to midring to engage, but showing the jab, pounding back Demi's face and stepping left to turn the Champ. Rose dukes up, pivots nicely, keeping the right hand high while driving on the inside. Second minute, Demi startles Lizzie a chopping right, mop-up hook on the mouth puts her on her heels. Rose wading in, right hand at her cheek as she hooks the bejesus out of Olsen's throbbing midriff - blonde sent groaning into ropes, lips pursed, eyes squeezed tight as Champ piles on. Both fighters working it: thick lefts and rights packed tight behind elbows; stuffing lefts and rights jammed to tummy, wedged to jug; brawny bump-n-jostle muscling each other along the ropes. Olsen pushes off, Rose eats a clapping hook across the jaw, fists spank out a thudding pattern against chest, biceps and forearms to end the round. Both fighters finish the round panting, already trembling from punishment, still a happy smile from Lizzie as she looks Demi over on the way to her corner.

R2: Demi taking it to Lizzie a little bit - head-first, swinging away lusty to belly, hips, thighs, backing blonde up. Olsen using her left shoulder to bump, jabbing and stepping out - she's trying to relieve pressure, use her legs a little bit - Rose walking challenger down, constantly getting back into that body and working hard. Demi pounding Liz to the jugs this round - greedy, hefty, short-arm lefts and rights across the cleavage, tightening up so much she's finishing up with her shoulder in blonde's tits. Olsen not liking it, disengaging and circling - not much punching coming back as Rose starts to pick up momentum. Round ends with Lizzie's butt in the ropes, tilted forward behind her mitts, just soaking as Demi slugs from a wide stance, mopping up the hips and flanks, sinking into midsection, bumping and looking for tidy right uppercuts in a hard-working fourth.

R3: Demi stuns with a clouting right cross, mops up a pair of winging hooks that carom off Lizzie's brow: challenger driven to ropes earmuffing up, tilting forward. Rose stepping-to lanky: weight on front foot as she hooks those ribs. Demi looming, close enough to knuckle Lizzie upright against the ropes, then drift her a short right from the chest to chin: little brunette the Queen of slugging it up at close range, punching the challenger's face with authority. Olsen hurt, sponging it up, just facing into workmanlike, drifting chin-checks from her foe, but mounts second minute rally with rangy, brawling lefts and rights off the ropes. Liz wading forward--elbows in as she wallops away--lanky body limbering up as she mounts effective walking barrage to back Demi midring. Final minute, Olsen able to revert to traditional boxing--stepping left, sorting each other out hard, spearing single jabs. Lizzie able to answer the early beating with stubborn defiance, though she can't win the round outright. Frosty glares at the bell as girls pass en route to corners.

R4: Smart boxing, Lizzie showing plenty of respect and savvy: right hand nice and high, lateral stepping to the right as she pieces out the jab and a wide, sweeping, lithe hook to keep Demi wary. Rose a little full of herself, stalking and trying to take Olsen out with one shot: challenger's legs maintaining distance as Lizzie pings away from outside. Any penetration from aggressive Demi? Olsen clinches, wrestling her buxom opponent to ropes and holding her tight until ref's break. Not a lot of flush contact, but Lizzie stabilizes her front, gets herself together in a reorganization second.

R5: Even through 4, demi does what she dpes best. Plowing through the jab, punching her way into Lizzie's midsection to crowd the challenger against the ropes. Tidy combinations bouncing off Olsen's flat gut; shrugging swipes sampling jugs; nasty, licking hooks taking blonde in her ribs. Lizzie grimacing dukes-at-temples, occasionally looking to cuddle-up, but not punching back much. Olsen not working hard enough in the trenches gets outhustled by no nonsense Champion.

R6: Demi still trying to intrude: Lizzie still trying to deny her. Olsen doing well when she can extend the jab, engage outside and keep Rose at arm's reach. Demi doing well when she can penetrate, fight shoulder to shoulder and snap her combinations off Lizzie's wiry torso. Crowd pleasing give and take as both vixens get off, but down the stretch - Olsen's pinging jab knocks at Rose's mouth, startling her onto her heels, straightening her up. Short right hand bingo on the teeth pounds back Demi's head: lashing hook follow up toggles her chin and ROSE IS HURT! Demi suddenly destitute, stumbling back in disarray: Lizzie hopping forward, raking lathering, licking hooks and jotting crosses to the bell. Rose badly rattled, blinking in confusion: Olsen beaming, bouncing back to her corner as she finally puts some hurt on her hither-to unflappable foe.

R7: Demi grimly looking to come forward - fielding Lizzie's poke on her face, but leaning into it, putting a heavy jab of her own into challenger's upperchest. Girls trade swift right hands, comeback hooks: even swap, but Olsen backs away from Rose's power. Fight still competitive, Lizzie circling, curving in on Demi and initiating: Champ willing to take Olsen's initial flurries in order to lean into heavy single right hands. Lizzie touching Demi hip-to-head, constantly sticking into her, poking at her, clawing her, strapping her, clouting her. Rose more deliberate, setting down on her shots, driving in with weight behind straight right hands to chin or chest. Hard to score - Olsen still clearly driving the action, dictating pace, being the aggressor; Demi landing the harder shots, moving challenger off her stance, scoring cleaner..

R8: Lizzie jabs warily, circles to her right, but with her first pair of right hands landed, she gets all slug-happy again. Demi ready to go as her chin is turned aside, but she's swinging back off her heels: hard left hand claps Olsen's face side, buckling her knees. Lizzie wide-slapping her hook, then driving in a straight, chin-seeking right: Demi punched off her stance, but defiant, swinging back lusty. Olsen walking Rose down, but getting clobbered: crowd roaring once again as both lasses prove willing to swing away. Demi no longer showing a guard: hands at her hips, she's just lowering her head, twisting into looping lefts and rights off her thighs. Lizzie still trying to thread the needle - trying to put pinpoint right hands onto Rose's chin: Champ guzzling leather, but hanging tough. Down the stretch, clapping left hand takes Olsen in her breasts, punching her onto her heels. Demi misses a crazy right hand chaser: Lizzie leans in, jams a short right hand, buckling Champ's knees. Left uppercut Olsen, arching her back and picking Rose up that supple left hand close-in - Champ jolted upright, stops punching. Lizzie leans forward, straps a lanky right/left to Demi's paunch: Champ grunting forward, eyes glassy, mouth open. Olsen weight on left foot pivots to her right, props Rose up with the back of the left elbow, then smites her a close-in right across the left eye. Rose staggers back on her heels, then crashes to her back, knees up, blinking, trying to rally, but it's no go. KO8 for the winner and NEW Bantamweight Champion: Elizabeth Olsen!

After: Elizabeth showing respect, hugging and chatting with Demi in the aftermath, but Rose heartbroken despite her astounding run since August. "To beat Demi Rose - to use her up - that's special," murmurs a badly battered Champion in post fight. "I was numb from her punches after about 5 rounds - it's like she's hitting you with wet sandbags or medicine balls or something. I'll be happy tomorrow - ecstatic! But right now I'm hurting - I just wanna lie down, and sleep for like 48 straight hours!"