Before: Connelly made her name at Kelly's expense last year with a shocking, one-sided, barbaric beat down, effectively removing Hu from her perch as boxing's best pound for pound, and some say, ruining her for good. "I have to get those punches back," an intense Hu tells reporters. "Jennifer Connelly must be made to suffer for what she did to me. I cannot rest until I have taken from her, what she has taken from me." Connelly playing up her acceptance of the challenge, throwing down the gauntlet to other big name FCBAers. "I'm fighting Kelly again to show Cat Bell, Halle Berry and other paper tigers the difference between a true warrior and an opportunistic title-hound. I crushed Kelly last time we fought - annihilated her. But Hu's spirit wasn't completely broken, so I'm going back to trample her. It's nothing personal, but after the beating I gave her last time I expect deference, I expect grovelling, and I haven't gotten it from Kelly. I'm doing what great fighters do: seeking out and dominating top competition. Take notes." Hu in black leather bra style bikini, slick ponytail, Jennifer in the revered Welch red push up and panties from 1967s Bedazzled.

During R1: Tactical. Kelly in closed stance, left shoulder pointed towards Jen, left hand low, right hand up around the chin, weight on the back foot, economical, sliding footwork and deft upperbody movement to slip Jen's jab. Connelly more conventional, dukes up, stepping in the jab, even when she doesn't land it, she sticks it out there, keeping Kelly occupied. Not much contact either way, but Jen's working a nasty, hacking right hand in around Kelly's forward left hip, nipping kidney and it pays dividends late. Final moments: Jen stepping, chopping righty to Kelly's flank/back, suddenly turns over the hook as Hu reacts to the body blow, neatly catching Kel on the chin. Spasmodic reaction in Hu's curvy legs - Kelly stepping in fence post holes as she reels away at the bell.

R2: Similar, cautious look. Hu adjusting to Jen's hardhearted right hands by moving to her right, jabbing with more authority, spicing it up to Jen's brows and cleavage. Connelly turning, fencing stick, matching reflexes with Kelly: it's Kelly's fight. Hu touches her girl up for points - nobody hurt - Connelly's corner wants more pressure, reminding Jen, "she can't take your punch."

R3: Jennifer responds. Strong, pounding jabs to the upperchest, forcing Kelly back. Wide, right round punches, gathering Kelly up in the body with wince-making impact. Hu hounded to the ropes, covering up and getting cute - bending at the waist, getting low, using her shoulder to nudge Jen's hips back. Midway through, Connelly with a terrific brace of chopping rights and shattering hooks simply breaks the defence down - Hu stunned, bludgeoned about her head and shoulders falls in, desperately clinching. Connelly strong on her girl, bodying her into the ropes, pushing up off her - Jen bats away at Asian flanks straight arm lefts and rights, pounding straight one-twos up the middle as Hu sags into the strands, distraught. Shutout Connelly - exactly the recipe she used last time to discourage Hu.

R4: Jenny in waves. Connelly daring Hu to toss in that counter right - Kelly fading back, not pulling the trigger - she's getting hit too much, too hard to answer. Jenny jabbing her girl to ropes, systematically batting at the flanks to get Hu bending forward, then pounding her across the back, or working her up underneath with galloping rights and lefts. Hu chased from one defensive position at the ropes to the next - face taut with desperation as she works to block, parry, and slip Jen's non-stop aggression. Furious action at the bell - Jen punching straight lefts and rights criss-cross to Hu's breasts - Kelly turning her shoulders in time with the beating, batting Jen's hands aside with her own hands - crowd roaring enthusiastically at the high work rate.

R5: More Jenny. Connelly attacking with confidence, just bathing in the waters of Lake Kelly and coming out refreshed. Hu running now, no longer competitive - Jennifer's broken the Asian's will and routing her all around the ring. Jennifer jabbing to close, hammering the flanks as hard as she can to make Hu docile, then working up the middle big-girl. Jen lifting Hu's chest up by her shoulders, then digging to belly left/right. Jen easing her shoulder in underneath, levering Hu up, then galloping to those ribs. Hu trying to close up her stance, but Jen's rough pushing keeps her back square to ropes, torso open and the punches are stampeding through. At the halfway mark - Jen's ringing Kelly's chin up uppercuts from either hand - brunette arching her back into pretty clippers, snapping fists back tight to her chest as she picks Hu's head up. On and on and on - it's all too much. Final moments, a weepy Kelly Hu sinks to one knee - eyes swelling, mouth trembling in disbelief: it's happening all over again. Third shutout in a row - Jennifer Connelly. Proud brunette swishing back to her corner in her red Raquels.

6: Kelly puffing up, legs are shot, but she's got heart - she digs in grimly, going shoulder to shoulder with Jennifer, forcing Connelly to work. Jen eager to oblige - nuzzling in close with Hu, ignoring her head at the beginning of the round to bang that waistline. Hu giving ground grudgingly, keeping her shoulder in Jen's chest, occasionally chopping back the quick right hand, slapping and cuffing hooks in behind Jen's elbow. Hu showing glimpses of her magic, occasionally standing in the pocket, rolling punches and answering back to Connelly's jugs and face, but Jenny's too strong, too insistent. Another round to Jennifer, more mileage heaped on the Hu ribcage and legs.

R7: Jennifer tracking Kelly with jabs - Hu not reacting well, reflexes shot - head banging back - defence ashambles - she's a broken down shadow of the proud technician who began the match. Connelly walking her girl down strong, easing Hu to the ropes with a shoulder, then going to work. Right hands in the body, jabs, hooks and left uppercuts to the head. End of the first minute - Jen's just pinning her ears back - spicing it up - Hu turning her shoulders side to side, trying to roll it, but she's overwhelmed, just getting bludgeoned. No one punch does it, but the cascade of leather takes effect - a blubbering Kelly Hu sinks to one knee, trembling, ashen faced - she won't be getting up. Jennifer Connelly struts away the KO7 winner.

After: It's hard to fathom - somebody giving Kelly Hu back to back, nightmarish beatings, but Jennifer Connelly's done it. It's the shutout rounds that are shocking - Hu just doesn't get shutout. Jen masterfully using boxing to set up banging pressure - perfect antidote for the second time against the Amazin' Asian. Kelly loses it in her corner, sobbing uncontrollably as Jenny imposes her will once again - and it's not over. To the astonishment of all, classy Jen Connelly gathers Kelly Hu up for a shattering walk of shame. It's true domination - the breezy smile of the conqueror, the shabby tears of the vanquished - Jen's hands rude and rough around Kelly's golden hips as the trophy is displayed. Crowd loves what they're seeing, but certain fighters in the audience aren't amused - Jen Connelly's getting a little big for her britches, in the minds of some.