Before: Jennifer in with the biggest opponent of her career and apparently loving the challenge. "I spar with welterweights all the time," Connelly assures her fans, "Monica won't have anything I haven't seen before." Italian contingent brimming with predatory confidence - Bellucci's a robust 5'9", 143 naturally, slimming down below 140 on agent's advice to accommodate the American market. Still, she's a big, experienced girl, apparently hitting her stride as recent important wins would indicate, and as Monica says, "Jennifer will be my ticket to acceptance in America. I will step over her broken body into the spotlight." Monica in black halter bikini top, gold loop between breasts, hipster leopard print trunks, low, curly ponytail - Connelly in navy sports bra, messy ponytail, red boy cut trunks.

During R1: Monica imposing her reach on Jen early, spearing out the jab to keep Jennifer on the perimeter. Jennifer countering with footwork --the most mobile Connelly we've ever seen, turning the big woman midring with a nimble clockwise rotation. Final minute, Jennifer jabbing to the body, scooting to the left - she gets Monica reaching and NAILS her a biting left hook on the right eye, sending Bellucci stumbling backwards in shock. Connelly pumping her fist and hooting defiance - Monica sneering, stomping haughtily back to her corner.

R2: Monica patiently working the jab and it's not joke: stick banging into Jennifer, knocking off stride, landing like a power punch. Connelly banged to the ropes where she sets up with crossed arms, bobbing at the waist - Bellucci feasting on American flanks, beating the shoulders and shaking Jennifer with ponderous lefts and rights.

R3: Connelly still fleet-footed, jabbing belly, stepping lively to the left, never standing right in front of Bellucci. Monica turning, concentrating as she tracks her girl down, drawing a bead with the jab. Even tactical round until late - Bellucci feathering Jen with jabs, getting Connelly bending and weaving while stepping back and Monica extends on a bashing right cross to the chin. Punch sends Jennifer knockkneed into the ropes - she bounces off and clinches up tight under Monica's arms to hang on at the bell.

R4: Jenny shakes it off and takes it to Monica in return! Connelly pivoting, stepping out, constantly circling to her left, jabbing at Monica's torso and belly, staying low when punching. Bellucci turning, following, but she isn't cutting the ring off - Jenny's escaping out to the side and staying off the ropes. Connelly boxes out the round and flashes a grin en route to her corner.

R5: Jenny puts it on Monica! Bellucci acting like the smaller woman's punches are just a nuisance as she covers up - Connelly taking advantage to the body with calling card hooks, then stepping out as Monica sucks it up. Bellucci trudging forward, jabbed or feinted into a shell, then standing there as Connelly whacks Italian ribs. Midway through, Connelly astounds the crowd with a series a bracing jabs, getting Bellucci into her predictable defensive crouch, ripping the Italian hook to body, hook to body, sizzling left uppercut between the mitts and BELLUCCI'S HURT! Monica back on her heels, wobbly butt and staring - she faces into Connelly's follow up - straight rights and lefts that put Italian backside against the ropes. Wild finish as Monica stoops forward behind her gloves - Jenny bodying up and palming the bigger woman back, keeping her head between Bellucci's gloves and slashing hooks across Monica's midriff at the bell!

R6: Big woman shakes off Jen's best leather, comes out grimly determined to dictate this round. Thudding jabs - even when they hit the guard, they're backing Connelly up, forcing her to be defensive. Bellucci conscientiously working Jennifer's flat midriff, sweeping away with wide right hands, putting mileage on the smaller woman's legs. Connelly brave in the final minute, but standing flat footed, nestling in cheek to cheek with Bellucci as the girls push and strain for punching room midring.

R7: Monica making her strength, reach and power a factor as Jennifer's movement starts to slow. Bellucci's ham-handed jabbing bashing Connelly into a sullen stupor - American covered behind her gloves, or crossing her arms and trying to bob under these shattering sticks. Bellucci stepping in off the jab, putting her right hands hard on Jenny, backing Connelly to the ropes. Bellucci gets big in the final minute, pressing Connelly against the strands, slugging her meanspirited right hands to the pit of the belly - Jenny trying to clinch up around the waist and walk Monica back, but Bellucci's stacking her up at the bell.

R8: Another shutout Bellucci. Jennifer's face lumping up as Monica's connect percentage continues to climb - Connelly unable to keep up the early movement as Monica applies more and more punishment. Jen still gutsy though - reaching in, bodying up and straining to walk Bellucci back - Italian loving it as she slowly overwhelms Connelly, pinning her to ropes.

R9: Jenny ramshackle along the perimeter, eyes swelling badly, lips set with tight determination - Bellucci's stalking her and banging her hard. Monica showing discipline, jabbing to set up her shearing right cross and limber right uppercut - Connelly catching flush on her chin digs in at the ropes to ride this thing out. Jenny fighting back in spots, banging Bellucci's jugs, bringing a flash of anger to the Italian who is used to full and docile compliance at this point in a fight.

R10: Jenny brave up off her stool, but the heavy leather she's sustained has taken it's toll. Bellucci able to track her girl with unerring jabs, banging back Connelly's tired face, driving her to the ropes. Monica heartlessly seeking right hand power shots, driving in straight to the body, or across the chin, getting close and lifting Jenny up tuff with the right uppercut. Connelly woozy, staggering, starting to drift. Dying moments of the fight, Jennifer pulls away from a right cross - too slow - crashing connect drives the American glassy eyed to a corner as the crowd screams with concern. Bellucci palming left, hurling right, hammering away at an insensate Jennifer Connelly at the bell - JC wobbles but she won't go down. UD10 Monica Bellucci.

After: Monica sporting a shiner under her right eye, reportedly gives Jennifer props on Italian TV as she's interviewed in the ring. Connelly in bad shape, face a pulverized ruin, body throbbing from true big-girl punches - she's hurting. Connelly drawing praise for her early tactics --good plan and execution, just couldn't keep it up for the full 10 under Monica's withering fire.