Before: Kate dismissive over concerns about her schedule: "If THIS doesn't get me Welter of the Year, I don't know what will.  Let's face it. She's not that good. Who's she beaten? Nobody. What's she won? Nothing. She's a big deal because she's always falling out of her bra. Well, tonight, she's getting in with a real fighter, and I'm going to enjoy showing her the difference between that and what she is."

Gemma incredulous: “She’s complaining that I’M always on display! I’ve gotten a lot better this past year. If she comes into this thinking she’s going to be able to do to me what she did three years ago, they’ll be wrapping the belts ‘round my waist before she knows it!”

Gemma in white string bottoms and black&white halter top, black gloves. Kate shucks all three of her belts in the corner, reveals a bronze&black triangle top and matching boyshorts with black drawstring, white gloves. Both fighters barefoot with their hair pulled back in battle buns.

R1: Kate extending the left elbow to measure, snapping off hooks, kissing right hands in tidy combinations. Gemma supple, dipping side to side, measuring with her extended left, missing rights as Upton rolls with them - midway through young American comes back a clanging right on the teeth and shakes Atkinson to her toes! Gemma rooted in shock, Kate swatting rights on the ear as Brit crumples limp into the strands. UPTON GOES RACK! Didn't take long, Atkinson helpless, Upton digs in greedily, helping herself with short, smearing lefts and rights, plenty of shoulder-grinding chaser. Gemma groaning, draping either arm around Kate's shoulders, Champ able to snuggle in close and slam away to her heart's content. Upron plugging jug at the bell, shoulders rotating, leaning in on Atkinson to make her feel the weight, pouring it on for a bruising shutout.

R2: Gemma weight on back foot, lets Kate come to her, pounding away jabs as Champ runs into a stiff stick. Upton nailed, rejected - she crosses her arms, crouches to weave the poke when Atkinson bends into a crashing right hand on the jaw! KATE GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Upton staggered, reeling - she keeps her feet, but gets drawn into a Cauldron on Atkinson’s terms. Gemma riding the left around Kate's head, cheek to cheek and JAMMING away righty to body. Upton groggily wrapping her own left hand up top - but Atkinson muscles her to ropes. PAYBACK JUG! Gemma palming Kate's shoulders and POUNDING away - heartstopping right/left shellack across Champ's bulging juggage has blonde beauty stupefied. Atkinson methodical, being big in there, alternating wrapping up with either arm while plugging away the free mitt - she's helping herself to every square inch of tummy and tit in a mauling second. Bell: both beauties reeling - SO much damage done and they're only 6 minutes in!

R3: Gemma slaps out backhand jabs, slides back, luring Kate in and walking her into slick potshotting counters. Atkinson telegraphing the right - Upton able to roll with, then answer back a short right hand clout on the chin - THERE GO GEMMA'S LEGS! Atkinson stamping in hurt - Upton stepping to the right, hooking from an oblique angle, bashing Brit's face back and staggering her to the ropes. Kate tidying up - left hand stabilizing swooning Gemma, right hand drifting to chin, pancaking those breasts, fitting in snug above the heart – a real precision pounding showing how far she’s come this year. Atkinson shabby, reaching for Upton's neck or round her back - clinching desperately to slow the pain, slaps away to glutes before ref's break. Girls get sweaty, reaching under each other's arms, tying up behind the elbows, tugging and twisting each other to ropes - Gemma able to brawl her way back into the round late as woozy beauties get sloppy.

R4: Kate sets up on Gemma’s chest midring, but Brit dropping back on her right foot able to create a little distance - she gets into Upton's flank with some good hooks, halting the advance. Both girls with lefts across bodies, rights at cheeks - bumping shoulder as one comes forward, picking each other up with tidy rights and lefts - slugging has Kate wilting to the ropes. Upton batting at punches, guiding them past her, then midway through, a SCORCHING right hand hammers Atkinson's head back and buckles her knees. Gemma swaying, desperately hurt - she reaches round Kate's waist and gets pounded to the flanks as Champ steps inside for more serious slugging. Girls grind out the final minute in sweaty confines, pulling and twisting each other to the ropes, holding and hitting to the bell. Ref has to separate them - bruising brawl taking its toll on both beauties.

R5: Sun and and slugging taking their toll Gemma easing to a perch on the ropes, right under her chin, left at her waist - dipping side to side, turning her shoulders, moving her head – Kate missing and collecting numbing body shots in her ribs, available tummy. Upton getting chewed up, but showing tremendous tenacity - she's throwing a lot, skidding punches off Atkinson’s shoulders and pate, landing the odd loud body shot to Brit’s drum-tight abs. Gemma getting the better of it, but American forcing her to work every second of the round.

R6: Sharp clocking rights on the jaw, ripping hooks to the ribs have Kate floundering early - she reaches for Gemma, but the Brit sidesteps and sends Upton spilling face first to the ropes. Atkinson on the pounce: digging her way into Kate’s body with chugging rights and lefts, American leans forward forward and GEMMA GOES JUG! Atkinson’s face glowing as relentless body work paves the way for a marauding rack attack as Upton leans forward and takes, helpless hooters there for the taking. Kate bends right to haul a desperation left onto Gemma's ear, bends left to clap home a swinging right and ATKINSON'S SWEPT TO HER BACKSIDE AT THE ROPES! Gemma up quick, bouncing on the spot for her 8, anxious to get the knockdown back. HAMMER AND TONGS! Kate forting up in the corner using her jab smart, forcing Gemma to walk through it, then leaning in with interceptor short right hands to Brit's chin. Atkinson caught again and again in a short period of time - she's put wobbly butt, staggering sideways at the bell as Kelly bellows in triumph.

R7: Gemma bending low and using a beach-legal shoulder-block to force Kate back, then hooking as American comes forward - gorgeous shot thick on the liver sends a tremor down Upton's legs, buckles her knees in the first minute. Kate remarkably stubborn - hurt, she piles on and keeps working, bumping her guard, clubbing and mauling - Gemma forced to fight hard or get swamped. Brutal two way action - Upton being tortured to her body courtesy Atkinson's swift, cruel fists, but Kate's clobbering attack taking it's toll as Gemma's mouthbreathing, reaching around bronzed back at times to clinch.

R8: Gemma spritzing the jab to supress, then jamming that short right to the jaw while riding the left around Kate's head - this is classic Cat-Bell-in-her-Prime stuff and it's wearing the Champ out! Atkinson taking it to Upton smart - punching and clutching her, backing her up. Midway through, Gemma walks Kate to the ropes, pumps her a couple of curling right hands on the breadbasket, then steps out with a saucy hook on the chin. Upton rattled, covering up stooping forward - Atkinson arches her back and lifts a perfect right uppercut to the chin...KATE TAKES A KNEE! Gemma stepping back delighted as Upton falters, shaking her head, blinking - now SHE'S been stung. 8 count - Atkinson moves in hungrily and KATE WON'T PUNK! Sensational two way brawling as Gemma squares up expecting to finish and gets nailed a right on the chops instead! CAULDRON! Girls reach left hands around one another's necks and start CHUGGING righty underneath. Thick, sweaty, desperate slugging, bellies, hips and racks - girls suffering in a mutual embrace as the crowd goes wild. Slugging after the bell? You bet - neither beauty releasing until ref tug's 'em clear.

R9: Kate cringing on her stool during the break as trainer probes her ribs - brave beauty all busted up down there, but she trudges out determined to take the fight to Gemma in the ninth. Atkinson beaten red belly and breasts, forts up against the ropes, hands stacked chest and tummy, dips side to side - early tucking counter-hook catches Upton behind her right elbow: American buckles, nearly goes down as crowd roars. Quick sidestep puts Kate on the ropes, Gemma gets after her big-girl. Palming the shoulders, pushing biceps out the way, swatting, swiping, and belting those famous breasts in deliberate bid to break Upton’s will. Rack-busting mission accomplished, Atkinson switches focus, hooking Kate's waist, clipping right uppercuts to chin, digging hooks thick in the back or liver: it is a devastating, wince-making beat down. Poor Upton subjugated, not punching, too weak to clinch - she's systematically hammered to her haunches in a neutral corner, hands at her face as she slouches against turnbuckle. Gemma strutting to the neutral corner, Kate’s gloves fall into her lap and it's OVER! KO9 in gutwrenching fashion for the winner and NEW Welterweight Champion, Gemma Atkinson!

After: Battered Kate sullen, resigned on her stool as majestic new Champion Gemma comes for her, hugs her up off her stool and hauls her out for a walk of shame supermodel style. Right arm strong around Upton's hip, left hand waving imperiously - Atkinson smiling, shaking her head, slowly parading her beaten prize to all four corners, then leading her to through the ropes. BB attendants steady Kate, lifting her arms over her head, stooping her slightly so an ornate, ergonomically shaped saddle, tan in colour (leather finish) can be affixed to her back. Belted strap across the belly, heavy, padded backpack type shoulder straps so Upton can lean into the weight - Atkinson mounting like a jockey: knees fitting into grooved supports over Kate's hips, sitting back on a saddle support covering her calves, curling her feet around Upton's backside, getting bronze paint on her heels. Handgrips at the shoulder for Gemma to hold - she thumps at Kate's back to get her staggering forward. Poor Upton was champion less than 30 minutes ago, now she’s straining, blubbering under Atkinson's curvy weight: Gemma resplendent, riding like royalty on a beaten blonde's back!