Before: Man could walk for days before finding a prettier blonde/brunette match up than Doig/Carlson. Another Apartment Wrestling rivalry spilling over into the FCBA - these two in almost constant bodily contact over the last six months - each seeking to make a definitive statement. "I first started beating on Lexa when I couldn't get Decesare to come to terms," Kelly tells BLONDE! magazine. "Once I started, I couldn't stop - she's like cat-nip for blondes!" Doig pursing her lips, irritated just by sound of Kelly's voice. "Check the record," Lexa growls, "blondie hasn't done much beating on me - more like suffering underneath me. She's a total, royal pain - the kind of cheap-shotting, pearl-harbouring, hair-pulling little cheat that gives celebrity combat sport a bad name. I really, really want to knock this girl out. I almost feel like I have to, you know? Like it's my duty to lay Kelly out." Carlson in black lace push up; leopard print bikini bottoms; small black gloves; soft blonde curls. Lexa in tan western motif bikini; tan suede boxing moccasins to mid-calf; small black gloves. Girls go to touch 'em up at ring instructions: Kelly swat-swats a cheap left/right across Lexa's stunned jugs - shouting out "TAKE TWO!"

During R1: Rip-roaring slugfest - both girls sport-bodied, quick-mitted, firm-tummied - able to really pounce and torque into snappy combinations. Kelly gets it going on Lexa early - staggering brunette with rights and lefts to chin, pursuing Doig to ropes as Lexa rallies under fire. Doig rolling and countering sharp off the ropes, hooking Kelly's mouth, backing the blonde off, then rolling her back all the way to midring under a blistering walking-bombardment of lefts and rights to ribcage. Carlson recovers, hopping to her right, clawing hooks and chopping right hands while dipping in and out: Lexa stunned and startled again, falls off the pace as blonde salts away the first. Ref warning Kelly for pasting Lexa late: Doig fuming back to her corner a round down.

R2: Same crazy, high risk gambling - girls think nothing of pouncing in, guns blazing. Lexa's ferocious assaults have Kelly shying away - blonde looking distressed, spooked as Doig surges to the attack. Kelly jogging shamelessly away at times, trying to disengage - Lexa attacking always and everywhere, all around the ring. Brunette hounds blonde to neutral corner late, pelting away with rapid fire lefts and rights: Kelly wilting to one knee, crying out - pushing Lexa's thighs away as ref leaps in to count.

R3: Kelly to the pounce - matching ferocity with Lexa. Doig startled, staring as Carlson scores tidy face-punches - blonde snappy-swift with lefts and rights, clouting away with her elbows close to her body. Doig belted to ropes, earmuffing up: Carlson switches to waistline, swishing away brisk shoeshine in ratatat bursts. Late the round, right uppercut picks Lexa up out of her crouch - but acts as a tonic: Doig responds with vigour, clawing and pasting away punches as girls square up toe to toe. Crowd in hysterics as lithe beauties stand-and-deliver: sensational small-mitt tic-tac-toe as vixens light each other up at bell. Ref intervenes as punching goes overtime: both girls snarling, pushing against the official's hands to continue the fray.

R4: Lexa surging, pounding overhand rights up top and rising hooks to midsection to drive Kelly to ropes. Carlson's morale broken again: she looks to run away, gets tackled into ropes as Lexa's determined to fight mouth-on-shoulder. Kelly bobbing at the waist, sliding to her right: Doig stepping with, jotting a double lead right hand stubby up top; swiping a cruel left hook in underneath. Kelly hooked time and again in her bra - by the third minute she's unravelling, spilling into corners, whining and covering up. Murderous flurry to jugs and tummy, Doig on Kelly, has Carlson wailing: she sinks to one knee, blinking back tears as ref bodies seething Doig back.

R5: Lexa attack, scouring her blonde along ring perimeter. Carlson baring her teeth, snatching back brisk combinations in spots to keep Doig honest - but Lexa's constant, withering pressure clearly demoralizing pretty blonde. Carlson stumbling to her right along ropes - bending low at the waist, or leaning back into ropes - she's very agile, slipping and bobbing punches. Doig relentless, caring not if she hits or misses, so long as she's imposing her will: constant pushing and bumping of Carlson setting up scraping, chopping, biting blows from either fist. Series of right uppercuts late sits Kelly speechless in the ropes: Doig helping herself to blinking blonde face left/right at the bell.

R6: Lexa teeth bared, eyes flashing: Kelly lumped up, snivelling, clearly doesn't want any more. Doig swinging/batting away lefts and rights, sweeping Kelly to ropes: brunette able to pounce-in again, scouring away on wilting blonde defences. Poor Kelly - right hand at left cheek (palm out) left across her gut - she's dipping and rolling, trying to ride this out - but there's just too much Lexa coming at her. Determined Doig uppercuts off the left foot punch Kelly up out of her crouch - little blonde startled - hands out wide as she's momentarily loosened. Lexa with a quick-chopping right smites Kelly's chin; swatting left toggles blonde chin; tic-toc impact droops Carlson forward, hands lowering - SHE'S OUT ON HER FEET! Kelly helpless, stooping forward: grinning Lexa licks away rising, curling lefts and rights, pasting that too-cute blonde face as Kelly slowly tilts forward and collapses face-first to canvas. KO6 in hungry fashion - Lexa Doig!

After: Doig triumphant - placing her right moccasin upon Kelly's conquered, slumbering buttocks until ref rushes in - Lexa must be physically bodied away from her blonde trophy-victim. Kelly hounded, subjugated tonight - terrible defeat leaves her trapped between Decesare on the one hand, and Doig on the either - both brunettes looking implacable and altogether too much at the moment.