R6: Tricia midring: one/two supple - a real bang-bang connect to Navi's chin; snatching hook bounced off Navi's tummy - Helfer's weight on front foot; swiping hook across the teeth - Helfer's weight shifting to right foot; pivot-right while backhanding the left against Navi's cheek; full-bodied, limber right cross - Tricia leaning into the blast, punching the mouthpiece off Rawat's teeth. NAVI'S STUNNED! Slicing, slashing power punches put Rawat on her heels - the STRENGTH of Navi's legs, holding her up under Tricia's lithe wallop. Helfer cold-eyed, loping forward, stroking Navi another slinging right on the face, then twisting torso-right to pull the hook across: Rawat's on the ropes, staring. A swinging, bandy-armed right takes Navi in her body, matched by a licking, stroking left - Tricia twisting her torso and hips succulently into these shots, tearing at Navi. Rawat grimly dug in, dukes at temples - she's hurt and taking it, but refusing to give in. Helfer backs off, breathing hard: Navi totters forward, but in no shape to press the issue. Helfer able to steer Rawat easily midring - touching her lefts or rights from well outside, dipping to either side in order to reach down Navi's chassis and strap her body lanky licks to the bell.

R7: Navi catching Tricia as Helfer's backpedalling - blonde's body-lean able to take most of the sting out as Rawat can't quite collapse the gap. Tricia taking the first minute to negotiate Rawat's hurtling ferocity, but from then on - Helfer's ring generalship asserts itself like an anaconda squeezing out a deer. Rawat increasingly hemmed in - turning midring, eyes baleful and frustrated - she's still pitching with plenty of authority, but can't find the strike zone. Helfer supple, flat footed and wide-standing - she's pivot-circling her foe, easing in with the left shoulder to nudge and lick, easing out onto backfoot, punching effortless off either foot. Rawat getting nibbled, swatted and poked now - she's just looking the punches in, scowling and fretting as Helfer whittles away for points.

R8: Navi crouching forward behind her mitts - Tricia surprises her to the body. Helfer baring her teeth, long limbs strapping away - she hasn't gone at anybody like this since shocked Ali Landry last year. Too late, Navi realizes Tricia's committed - brunette hunkering down to absorb it as Helfer lashes away. Succulent licks - Tricia's legs, hips, back all working in concert to generate withering torque, momentarily paralyzing poor Navi. Lanky-limbed storm passes - Tricia steps away all seething: Rawat's trembling, but still standing, showing VERY durable tonight. Tricia creep-stepping right, leaning in and dragging right roundhouses into Rawat's tender belly, then straightening, pulling the lascivious hook across Rawat's parted lips. Navi getting stroked and lashed - viciously potshotted from outside - it's all too much. Strapping blasts finally beat Navi to her hands and knees - Helfer chest heaving, lifts her mitts and struts, face tight with intensity: it's the hardest-working knockdown of Helfer's career. Rawat bravely up, but she's listing badly: nose bleeding, eyes glassy - she's a stumbling target over the last minute. Helfer limbering up - boloing her right hand into Navi, dipping her left shoulder to crank hooks - Tricia really setting down flat footed and looking to harm the kid now.

R9: Tricia a little late pulling back from own one-two: NAVI LANDS THE OVERHAND RIGHT! Concussive blast catches Helfer leaning back and TRICIA GOES DOWN! Crowd roaring to it's feet, and look at Navi! Rawat BELLOWING down incoherently, pounding her right hand against her chest as Tricia props up on her elbows - ref having to push seething Navi back in order to give Helfer her 8. ON COMES RAWAT! Tricia grimly dug in, badly hurt - she droops forward, dukes at temples and it's HAMMER AND TONGS! All Tricia's cuteness momentarily stripped away while she's hurt - she's just rotating her torso and tightening up stroke to clout at Navi, swatting her hooks, chopping her right hands. Rawat HAMMERING at Helfer's lean frame - shaking that golden chassis - beating ribs, hips and chest with vigorous repeat rights or lefts. Navi's head and shoulders constantly bumping and rubbing on Helfer - no room for blonde to breathe in there unless she's willing to fight for it. Crowdpleasing toe-to-toe - Helfer getting all banged up, but giving nearly as good as she's getting: expensive sequence for both women sees both reeling away at the bell.

R10: MUCH slower action - both girls crippled, cringing coming off their stools. Helfer stepping gingerly to her left - once again extending her left hand to palm at Navi's forehead, holding brunette off. Rawat resentful of the pushing, but hurt and achy herself - she paws at Tricia's hand, trying to close and bang without success. Helfer able to keep arm's length bell to bell - sliding in the odd lead right or flicking the odd backhand jab at Navi's face - Rawat just doesn't have enough left to storm the gates one last time. Girls rotate wearily midring to bell - Tricia earns a shutout 10th, and the duke overall UD10.

After: Girls exchanging a wincing hug midring, chatting about the fight with rueful expressions as each admits the damage done by the other tonight. Helfer able to take Navi deep - by the time Rawat was able to land that right hand, Tricia had already sapped some of the KO juice off it. "That's the key," Helfer says on camera in postfight, white towel around long swan's neck. "I didn't want to engage Navi over the first half of the fight - I just used my legs to string her out, get her breathing hard, then I looked to take some of the steam out of her. I hit her some unbelievable shots, but I realized I couldn't stop her - my best hope was to wick away her power, so I went to the body and it all worked out. Navi Rawat's just a LOAD in there - dangerous all the time. I can't remember having to be that sharp, that consistently in a fight - one mistake and she almost ended my night


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