Before: Navi! Navi! Would you say you're the new 'Tech buster'? "Yeah, you know - I'd heard that label being batted around," Rawat grins at the Tractorpull query, "I'd love to break this stable. You look at that roster and it's a finesse line up - only Biel really gives me any kind of a fight. I'm going to blow right through Rachel - really wipe her out - that's a given. But after that - hey: if they want to serve Righetti and Casta up to me - I'm all for it. I'll leave Technetium in rubble!" Nichols glaring, arms crossed - Navi's completely writing the blonde off and Rachel isn't having it. "Rawat's got some nerve," slender blonde huffs at the podium. "I don't see what's so great about her game and as for blowing right through me? That just isn't going to happen. What WILL happen is I'm going to bust her up with jabs and keep her outside, then drop some heavy right hands on her when she's feeling sorry for herself. Navi Rawat's going to have to prove herself to me, and let me tell you: I'm skeptical!" Navi in black push up, sporty yellow bikini bottoms. Rachel in bright peach string bikini.

During R1: Nichols' brow furrowed in concentration - she pushes off ball of right foot, trying to put jabs on Navi midring. Rawat aggressively forward, bobbing and weaving with gloves collected at her mouth - she's getting under Rachel's punches, looking to step in and answer with power from the crouch. Nichols chin grazed by whistling Rawat hooks - Rachel backing up, tossing out the don't-hurt-me jab as she hits ropes. Rawat pressing, but well balanced, smart as she attacks Rachel at the apron. Navi's hands a little low, but legs are taut, springy - bopping her in and out to adjust distance. Rawat crisp, violent with her punches: rising hooks; right uppercuts; stiff, stiff jabs that bat back Rachel's face. Nichols bravely facing into it - pinging away a scrubbing one-two, but she can't keep Rawat off: Navi eventually pushing her way in, setting up on Rachel's chest. Final minute all Rawat - her head grinding away under Rachel's chin; Navi's hands pulling down on Rachel's as Nichols tries to pull Rawat down behind the head. Navi wrestling and pushing on the inside, then ripping Rachel sudden left hook (body)/left uppercut (chin) type combos - sudden, abrupt Mike Tyson type stuff as Rachel hangs on to the bell.

R2: Similar stuff - Rachel looking to stay long, fight at midring - but Rawat's hurtling, headlong attack, coupled with her side-to-side head movement very difficult to negotiate without backing up. Nichols again frightened to the apron - Navi well balanced, patient - she softens up her blonde with some heavy, shelling lefts and rights from outside, bashing away head, shoulders and arms on Rache. With Nichols spellbound, cringing - Rawat pushes her way inside, putting her belly on Nichols, smearing her ropeside. Nichols pulling down on back of Navi's neck, trying to keep heads close together; Rawat pawing at Rachel's wrists, pulling the arms down, constantly butting and rubbing her head and shoulders. Navi jostling and mauling - then ripping 2 beat combos, shaking Rachel's torso and brushing her head back as brunette punching takes a terrible toll. Nichols sturdier than expected - head flinging back from the odd uppercut and body sounding out with meaty thuds as Rawat gets in there: Rachel still standing, hanging on at the bell.

R3: Rache looking shopworn - lips parted, eyes hollow: The bludgeoning power and surprising handspeed of Navi starting to break blonde down. Nichols backpedalling while jabbing and crossing - Navi slipping in under the shots, answering back to Rachel's lean ribcage with sidearm shellack from either side. Nichols hits ropes, belongs to Navi body and soul: Rawat greedily pouring in after once again softening the target up with rich, pummelling right uppercuts, left hooks, clubbing overhand rights outside. Once inside, Navi's just too strong - poor Rachel pushed up against ropes, bullied, mauled - she tries to tie up or push Navi away, but none of it's working. Down the stretch, vicious Rawat hook slashes across Rachel's midsection, crippling her; follow up left uppercut catches ALL of Nichols' overhanging face, draping her back in stupor over the top rope. Rachel lolls forward, hands drooping and NAVI'S CASHING IN! Smashing rights, clubbing lefts bash Rachel's face side to side as she tilts forward - oh, she's out on her feet, taking a pasting! Right uppercut brushes lifeless blonde back upright to ropes - LEFT HOOK! Ringsiders screaming for fight to be stopped as Navi's just helping herself, pouring her curves at swaying blonde wreckage. FINALLY Nichols is able to swoon to the floor under a barrage of lusty blows - Navi exultant, stomps away the KO3 victrix in hamhanded fashion.

After: Rachel Nichols bludgeoned, out on her face - Navi exulting, climbing the ring ropes - taunting a crimson-cheeked Amanda Righetti ringside - drawing a thumb across her throat in Casta's direction: Rawat warming to the role of Tech buster as she throws down a devastating gauntlet tonight. "Line 'em up," a fresh n' sweaty Navi chirps in postfight. "I'll bowl 'em over. Rachel's just a taste - just a TASTE - of what I've got in store for the FCBA this year!"