IT IS the fist fight to make ’Straya proud.

A billionaire and a millionaire belting each other on the streets of Sydney’s exclusive eastern suburbs.

On Sunday, gaming mogul James Packer and his ex-best mate, now best mate again, Nine boss David Gyngell came to blows over a Channel Nine news van lurking outside Packer’s $20 million pad.

Once the aggression subsided, and the mates released a statement saying they were besties once more, Packer decided to heal his wounds and spoil himself with some caviar, darling.

The aftermath party was the best invite in town. The guest list included a selection of Sydney’s elite. They ate caviar, hugged it out and had a laugh. It was the best of times, after the worst of times.

First the doc turned up to check the damage. One broken head. One pair of ripped Packie dacks. One lucky rich dude with a camera.

Not long after, Lachlan Murdoch rocked up to soothe Packer’s angst. He looked remarkably cheerful, despite the fact he missed the high society event of the year.

Then Packer’s ex-best mate, now best mate again, “Gynge”, popped by to kiss and make up. The reconciliation chats ended in a box of seafood and gourmet food, including blueberries, bacon, caviar and pastrami. Smothered in gold leaf.

Upon leaving the Bondi Beach pad, Gyngell looked content with how his apology went down and the feast he was provided. “Thirty-five years of friendship doesn’t change on a few of those — thanks guys,” he said to the media pack before heading off to his office, looking remarkably full.

Not long after, the two were tight as ever. Nine released a statement saying everyone has their “ups and downs”.

Yep. Everyone’s had that moment where they find themselves in their trackies punching on with their childhood friend on the streets of Sydney and then feasting on caviar to recover.

After a long day of brawlin’, Mr Packer worked up quite the appetite. Some unidentified people came and went, then the pizza arrived.

After a wild day entertaining Australia with great puns, Packer called it a night. Tomorrow was a regular day.

Well, until Karl turned up first thing. Bringing a copy of the NT News to brighten Packer’s day. We’re not sure how that joke went down — or how Karl’s face looks now.

After Karl rubbed salt in the wound, mum Roz turned up to support her black-eyed son, reassuring Packer no one will notice the massive shiner on his right eye.

Dressed in a sharp suit, Packer finally emerged and all of Australia noticed the massive shiner on his right eye.

What to do now the party has ended? What all billionaires do. Get the hell outta here on your private jet. It’s been real, James.