(Words: O & E / Lookout!)

Before: It’s a new experience for Emilia, being a gatekeeper. “I guess it’s better than being the ‘forgotten girl,’ but it means I’ll have to make the most of this opportunity. That means more bad news for this Olivia girl!”

Olivia more upbeat: “So, I guess somebody has something to prove. But nobody needs me to do anything but show what I’ve got. I can afford to risk losing, but she can’t risk it unless she wants to wind up rolling around with Demi!”

Emilia entering first in a red bandeau top, white bottoms, red gloves, hair in wild gypsy curls. Olivia apparently taking fashion advice from stablemate Eiza Gonzales, comes out in orange top, baby blue bottoms, white gloves, hair back in messy high-pony

R1: Emilia quick off the blocks, both dukes batting off the jab, then attacking Olivia's waist. Holt sturdy in the pocket, hands up, elbows in as Clarke bangs away above the hips, digging for quit in blonde belly meat. Emi'll slap a left around Olivia's guard, tugging the hands down, leaning in to jam a tight right to jaw, then tie up to smother the receipt. Clarke rotating right around the jab into Holt's guard - brunette just dictating, setting a brisk pace for a shutout first

R2: Olivia joins the party. Ringing body shots both ways - girls nice and compact, moving their hips through hooks, sweeping rights in behind elbows. Holt crisp with her combinations, snapping mitts off meat with a rat-a-tat delivery, Clarke heavier handed, laying in her shots, trying to ease forward and shoulder her blonde back. Down the stretch, girls exchange clapping hooks to chin, Olivia stands firm; Emilia staggers back on her heels, wide eyed to lose a close round.

R3: Olivia getting brave, punching-with Emilia in an effort to hurt the brunette, and the gamble pays off. Time and again Holt able to beat Clarke to the hook or the cross, blonde straighter, tighter with her punching, more accurate. Emilia taking on her chin and wobbled at least once, too stubborn to back off for long, insisting on wading forward, but she’s routinely rung up this round. Holt hunched forward, dukes up, elbows in—she’s picking Clarke apart now.

R4: Emilia mixes things up with HER jab, momentarily confusing the rookie. Clarke stepping right, pawing stick and leaning into a GORGEOUS right, head swivel Holt and she’s ROCKED! Emilia wraps up around the waist and bulls her girl to the ropes—push, shove, then two-fisted swinging as poor Olivia digs in. Holt bending at the waist, making Clarke miss up top, but brunette landing shivering, baseball (cricket?) bat lefts and rights on the flanks that have her blonde’s legs trembling. Holt rides it out—kid’s got heart, Kelly Carlson smiling in the O&E corner despite a well-pinked tummy to deal with.

R5: Olivia puts it all together, HEALTHY hooks to the breadbasket force Emilia to stop punching altogether, brunette leaning forward behind her guard, giving ground as Holt shoulder-bumps Clarke back. Emilia pushing, trying to come forward or punch: cue Olivia’s right hand, dropping in crosses clean over Brit’s guard, smashing away to the eye and cheek, driving her prey back to ropes. Holt puts her foot down, takes ALL of Clarke’s rack—great pumping jug mugging finally induces a rattled brunette to clinch. There it is: Emilia’s hanging on, open mouthed, dazed from the accumulation of crisp, accurate punches Olivia struggling to free her mitts and keep at it as she salts away her first shutout!

R6: Emilia stooping and scooting to jab Olivia's firm tummy. Holt snap-hooking Clarke's right eye in reprisal. Olivia to Clarke's ribs with a swinging right: big, thumping shot gets her attention - as does the short follow-up hook to chops. Girls lean in & trade dangerous right hands, comeback left goes Holt's way as Emilia's chin-checked for the third time in 30 seconds. Clarke to ropes, Holt aggressively steps in a long, booming right hand, brunette grunting, doubling forward as blonde assumes command. Brawny palm-shove of Emilia's shoulders sets her upright: Olivia clobbers away with little-big-girl efficiency to biceps/breasts/flanks. Clarke shaken, distressed: tries to brush Holt back with a right uppercut, eats a vicious chopping right to jaw that drives her back into ropes. Olivia setting a rhythmic pace like a good little veteran, punishing Emi downstairs, then climbing up-torso in a creeping barrage of lefts and rights. Down the stretch, Emilia's visibly wilting, eyes glassy, lips parted, HOLT’S FEELING IT! Beatdown goes from merely thorough to truly brutal in stages: Holt really pounding at Clarke’s torso & arms, then rocking her to head whenever her defenses weaken. Emilia's knees loosen as she soaks up a terrible jug mugging, vicious comeback right hand crashes to chin, draping her in a stupor against ropes. She's a helpless beauty - hands drooping, head lolling as Olivia’s sturdy torso twisting on squared-off hips as she straps the leather to her prey and CLARKE GOES DOWN! Heartbreaking wilt to the mat as Emilia's bludgeoned out on her feet - pooling on her stomach in a KO'd haze. Olivia’s nostrils flaring, chest heaving as she steps back - that's a monstrous KO6 first win for Olivia Holt!

After: Extended final round beatdown not likely to cool things down in the ongoing hostilities between Lookout and O&E, if the glares from manager Elisha Cuthbert or Demi Lovato; who’s due to fight Demi Rose at the Ice Hotel next month; are any indication. But for now, Olivia’s getting a triumph: hug from Carlson, standing O from former champs Ricci, Refaeli, Shahi, and Claire Holt. (noticeably minus the cast) Holt looking good, extending the Odds & Ends lead to 3-1 in this trans-Atlantic war of attrition!