BEFORE: "I've definitely been in her shoes," Natalie says of the oft-bullied and snubbed Mila K. "She had to fight for credibility like I did - and she beat Kristen Bell to get it. I feel like she's targetting me a little bit though - and that's a no-no: I like Mila and we've got a common background, but I won't hesitate to take her apart now that she's moving against me!"

Kunis respectful of Natalie, but not deferential: Mila insisting that she belongs in the upper-echelon of true flyweight. "We sparred TON on Black Swan," Mila reveals in prefight. "At the start, it was like going to school everyday, but by the end, I'd imposed my will on Portman. True - that's all behind-closed-doors stuff - but I aim to prove it in this fight. Natalie's had her time, but all that's over, now that I'm here."

Portman in navy bandeau bikini with boy leg bottoms; hair in slick little battle bun; small black work out gloves. Mila in nylon navy boy leg bottoms; grey thin-strap cami-style sport top; small black work out gloves; hair loose.

During R1: Portman prowling to her right - darting in to point-jab Mila's face, testing the Kunis reflexes. Mila eager to respond, but Natalie nimble: Portman able to scoot out of range, continue circling to frustrate Kunis ripostes. Frothy flyweight tic-tac-toe exchanges in the final moments see Kunis more than hold her own, but Natalie's already got the round won.

R2: Nat continuing to circle, penetrate off the angle, looking to poke her jab into tummy or cheek. Kunis pin-pricked, but resolute - always looking to trade. Midway through, Natalie stoops to jab tummy...as she's withdrawing, Kunis steps-with, parks a palm-down hook clean to chin and PORTMAN SCOOTS TO HER GLUTES! Natalie up quickly, more embarrassed than hurt: saucy look of delight on Kunis' face at the knockdown. Portman forced to engage in an effort to even things up: Mila able to stand ground, letting her hands go in frisky lathering flurries as flyweights hup-hup-hup it up. Bell: both girls still pitchin' lively until ref intervention.

R3: Natalie calmly going about the job of re-establishing supremacy - jabbing for tummy, then neatly hooking Mila's chin as Kunis tries to answer. Midway through, Natalie works it to perfection - hooking Mila's chin to put her wobbly butt: quick follow up flurry of rights and lefts bats Kunis to a seat! Mila up quick, but blinking in confusion: Natalie lunging in after ref waves her in. Kunis overwhelmed, butt in ropes, face-in-gloves: she's a helpless vixen, just riding it out as Natalie sets her feet and lets those small mitts romp PIK! PAK! PEK! up and down tanned flanks. Bell: Natalie twirls away all grins and dimples; Mila emerges from cover blinking away tears, lips trembling from a flyweight body-lashing.

R4: Natalie back outside, circling to her left, jabbing Mila to ribbons. Kunis turning, reacting to feints, facing into poke...she's brave, but getting outclassed, touched up here. Natalie so cute with her feet - little juke-steps to change direction, turning either Kunis flank, touching Kunis left hands at will. Portman satisfied to scuff Kunis up - Natalie never really going for more with Mila looking discouraged, compliant through 4.

R5: Natalie jabbing the body, jabbing the head: palm down hooks answer for Mila clipping across chin and BUZZING PORTMAN'S LEGS! Natalie's eyes: "Oh no!" as she stumbles away, trying to organize. Mila pouncing: straight right punches Natalie's mouth; clean up palm-down hook clips chin and PORTMAN'S DOWN! Nattie P sitting in a puddle, blinking and hurt...she's gingerly up off her rump for an 8 count. Mila's eyes blazing: she's quickly atop Natalie - pushing her shoulders to stack her ropeside, then unleashing. Terrific, lashing stuff from Mila - elbows in tight as she bats right/lefts at Natalie's head; whirling lefts and rights carving palm-down in behind Natalie's elbows, sitting Portman in ropes. Natalie bleating in pain, trying to struggle up and punch back, but there's too much Mila! Kunis pushing Natalie, maintaining distance, then going at her with fresh volleys...poor Portman's helpless. Withering rib work via that whirling palm-down assault has Natalie cringing in pain: Mila transitions to straight-stamping left/rights up the middle, punching Natalie's face! Portman staring, eyes going from panicked to glassy, body slumping into ropes as small-gloved fists PIK! PAK! against her brows/cheeks/mouth AND THE REF STEPS IN! Mila Kunis overwhelms Natalie Portman TKO5!

After: Ghost of Christmas past for Portman...once upon a time, she fought for respectability and clawed her way out of the basement with the kind of victory Mila's just posted against her. Shades of Claire Danes proving herself against Kelly Packard, or Sarah Carter breaking out against Kris Kreuk as well: Kunis coming of age in this contest. Natalie stunned, discouraged - she's out of it when Mila hugs her from the left side, gives her a quick kiss on the ear, then jumps away to celebrate. "Natalie's a great - a terrific fighter," Mila gushes in postfight, "but I felt like I was fresher coming off 'Swan, and I really felt all along that I WOULD stop her tonight. Don't forget: Natalie's TINY - she's been fighting bigger girls for 10 years - almost a hundred fights - participated in bitter, draining rivalries...she's fighting on fumes, while I'm just hitting my stride!"