BEFORE: Bynes the privileged graduate of the Disney fighting mills - a golden girl prepped and finished for greatness: Carmella the hard-knocks kid who brawled her way up from the Grotto...it's a contrast of which both girls are acutely aware. "She's trash," Amanda says, twirling a finger in long blonde hair at podium. "Girls like Carmella were fed to us in sparring at Disney: we ate 'em up, spat 'em out. Pitting my skills against hers is like sending a SEAL team in to deal with cavemen - you know? My publicist told me to say that - that's cool, right? SEAL team." Carmella pursing lips, dark eyes flashing with irritation. "Well, I NEVER got fed to any Disney kids, and you sure as hell didn't see any Disney girls at the mansion, so I'm not sure what Amanda's talking about. I know she's well schooled, but one thing you learn at the mansion is that training isn't fighting. The kid's coming in cocky, which is great for the weigh-in, but it's gonna cost her. I make a point of knocking out cocky. Don't even get me started on snarky." Carmella in her pink HMK bikini with little white belt; white gloves; long brown hair loose. Amanda in hot pink lace bra/panties; white gloves; long blonde hair loose.

During R1: Bynes supple, showboating early: hands at her thighs as she stoops forward, rolls torso early, tempting Carmella to punch. Carmella with right loose at chest, left dangling at her side: she pinpoints stabbing rights - missing as Bynes slips n' pivots around, being slinky. Weight on left leg, Bynes lifts a lanky left into Carmella's solar plexus PAK! - good tart connect brings dimples to Amanda's cheeks. Carmella flustered, stepping into a jotting right: Bynes sliding to her left, leaning well back on her hips makes D miss by a foot. Lanky, sinewy stuff back and forth - girls leaning in, trying for one another's faces with right hands off thighs: backs bending, torsos weaving, long legs in wide stances. Amanda more accurate with this single-shot poking fare: Carmella touched up, visibly disgusted with herself at the bell.

R2: Carmella loping slinky again - similar limber look to the girls, but Decesare's jabbing to good effect this time. Carmy bringing the jab off her thigh - not always landing, but influencing Amanda, channeling her, steering her. Carm hoisting low-slung rights into Amanda's lean tummy: Bynes well-smote for the first time, draping long arms around Carmella's shoulders. Decesare comfy in the grasp, not tied up: she laps at Bynes' golden brown midriff, lifting lefts and rights into meat. Bynes whining at the touch, abandons her hugging of Carm's shoulders to engage her body to body. Middle minute sees lissome lasses licking it up toe to toe - girls lifting limber punches into one another's sinewy bodies: Decesare much more effective. Down the stretch, Carmella leaning into Amanda with left shoulder/chickenwing left elbow, pushing her around, then strapping her ribs via slopped-on rights and left. Bynes cramping up, cranky as she hits ropes: Carm shifts weight to left (lead) leg, dips the left shoulder, then snap-snatches a tart left uppercut off Bynes' body, bringing the mitt back quick. Shout of pain Amanda, face betraying her outrage: she's hurt, shocked at the bell as Carmella makes a statement.

R3: Bynes moving to her right, worried expression furrowing young brow. Carmella hard-eyed, intent on teaching: she's hopping-to Amanda in closed stance - left hand dangling, right close to POTY chest. Carm vicious with whip-action hooks off her thigh - stroking Amanda in her body, then coming back with the chicken-wing left elbow to nudge her off balance. Carmy bending in, slinging the right over top, or sidearm buggy-whipping it to Amanda's flank. Slinging single-shot power from Carmy demoralizing Amanda: blonde girl wincing, pushing Carmella away, walking away from her. Decesare openly grinning at her foe's distress by the final minute: she's putting mental AND physical pressure on her wilting foe through 3.

R4: Bynes wincing up off her stool: she doesn't want any more Carmella. Deech loping-to, feinting like she's going to drive straight into Amanda's gut, tricking Bynes into twisting to her right/hunching forward. Buggywhip right lashes against Amanda's exposed left flank/back instead: blonde girl crying out as though scalded; slender brunette limb shivering on contact. Carmy pivots-left while lifting her left into Amanda's body: blonde doubled over, grunting miserably. Dip-'n-dig left uppercut takes Amanda in her Maxim-cover breasts: Deech taking some satisfaction in the clout. Amanda whiny, straightening up cranky - Carmella edging forward - both girls keeping hands down around the waist. Carm weaving side to side, supple as a snake - she'll dip left to pull her right across; she dips right to slop across the left. Bynes smote, backing up, sniveling: Disney alumn being badly out-stroked here - really pasted. Carm leans in, strokes tits a sliding right; Amanda twists torso-right as Carm crowds in close. Bynes stumbling back, Carm staying close; Decesare twists torso-right, slinging the left up and across - sort of push/punching Bynes backward. Amanda whining, taking clout - the NEXT right hand she takes is no push: hard clapping stroke upside the head sends her reeling into ropes. Carm closing in menacing crouch: she feints, getting Amanda to twist defensively to her right, exposing her left flank/back. Carm leans in, buggywhipping that vicious right to Amanda's left hip/kidney: blonde girl cries out, droops to her right knee, right hand in ropes for support. Bynes sobbing piteously, refusing to rise: KO4 Carmella Decesare.

After: Decesare cold in the aftermath, looking Amanda over for ANY sign of snark - satisfying herself that it's been cleansed from the blonde. "She needed an attitude adjustment," Carmella shrugs. "She came in with like 2 fights, thinking she was going to blow my doors off: she had to be corrected. I wish her well, I actually think she has some talent. But if she ever calls me trash again, to my face...she'll get it worse than this. I promise her that