Before: "The girl is FAST," Carmella says of her opponent in prefight. "She was catching Lilo before Lohan could even blink, and hurting her. Annalynne's also aggressive - you can SEE she wants in at her girl whenever there's any weakness coming back. To combat that, I've got to box this girl sharp - use my jab, rein her in. She's never been in with anybody like me before: I need to make her feel that early, get her spooked, then take the fight away from her."

McCord barely paying attention, still basking in the considerable glow of a Lohan-poleaxing. "When they said I could notch a Playmate of the Year on my belt, I said 'sign me up'!" Annalynne chirps. "That's how it's done. I'll build my credibility this year, then start taking titles next year - I've got all the time in the world. Carmella's a pretty bauble for me to go and get...and I plan to take her!"

Carmella in pink HMK bikini; little white belt; small black work out gloves. Annalynne in red/white barred bandeau bikini with ring connection at jug; small black work out gloves; curly blonde hair wet for the occasion for that fresh-off-the-beach look.

HANDICAPPER'S NOTE: Annalynne's a dedicated flyweight, but she's got no problem carrying 113-115 when needed to combat sleek little bantams like Carmella.

During R1: Brisk, rangy stuff early - both girls sniping with right hands - elastic punches snapping out, then recoiling back into their shoulders for reset. Carmella dangling that left hand - backhanding jabs against Annalynne's flat tummy - or snapping a tart up-jab against face. Annalynne as likely to lead a quick hook as jab with her left: very springy, tightly coiled young body. Carmella combining a deep bend at the waist with a slick pivot-left - thereby changing levels and angles at the same time. Annalynne doesn't change head-level much - but she's in-and-out all the time, changing distance, darting about. Not a lot of clean contact: McCord throwing and landing more as Decesare's a little more selective.

R2: Carmella with a wide, sweeping right to Annalynne's body initiates a new phase of torso-pounding back and forth - handily won by McCord. Annalynne completely taking over after initial Decesare success: blonde coming in off the jab to gouge a tart left, then chop the right to sleek brunette ribs. Carm wincing, stepping back with pursed lips and furrowed brow: Annalynne VERY brisk and snappy about the body - bouncing those small mitts off Carmella's tautness with a frisky PIK! PIK!

R3: Is Carmella unravelling a bit? Annalynne grinning smugly - pouncing in with lead right hands of feints - scoring to Decesare's beautiful face, then enjoying her to body. McCord persistent after initial pounces - staying close to snatch at Carm's lissome chassis. Withering attack beats Carmella around the ring: she's punching back in spots, but she's got more of a wind-up to her shots - more lankiness involved where Annalynne's abrupt and sudden. Blonde claiming steadily against brunette torso and cheekbones - just a non-stop series of hit and run attacks, wearing Carmella down. Bell: Annalynne raises her mitts, does a series of supple Turkish-bump hip moves en route to her corner...she's up 3 rounds and loving it on a struggling Playmate.

R4: Carmella changing tack - lifting the up-jab off her hip to intercept Annalynne coming in - then sliding back to create a little distance. Result: McCord's pouncing over a greater than expected distance - leaving her vulnerable to Decesare's counter right hand. Deech keeping her right coiled at her shoulder/breast - the right shoulder back: when she triggers it, it's a sleek, sneaky, straight shot - scoring to McCord's pretty face. Annalynne's attacks broken up: she's a confused beauty when she doesn't score - standing around in Carmella's wheel house, taking punches.

R5: Carmella ups the frequency of her jab - now keeping that punch on Annalynne. Decesare judging distance exquisitely: just that little slide-step back in her stance - coaxing McCord forward...then that sudden, slinging right strafing surprised blonde vixen. McCord's aggression greatly curtailed by the half-way point: Carmella starts to advance, slinging wide right hands and a stiff left jab into Annalynne's body. Tough times for McCord: she spends latter half the round face-in-gloves, getting her ribs and tummy banged up by a vengeful Carmella. Final moments see Decesare finally set her feet, pop hips-right, and lash that limber left hook to Annalynne's body. Blonde ashen-faced at the bell, greatly discouraged by Carmella's sinuous body work.

R6: Annalynne much less elusive - legs greatly stiffened as she steps into punching range. Decesare having more and more success: she's oilier on her hips - rolling and twisting seductively, dragging and lashing punches onto Annalynne from unorthodox angles. Up-jab continues to nag at McCord - keeping her covered up - rendering her midsection and slender ribs vulnerable. Creep-stepping right, Carmella's at her most dangerous: she'll turn into screened right hands, punching viciously across Annalynne's mouth or breasts - turning pretty blonde head aside. Carm quickly recovering, pulling her fist back to shoulder, stepping-right: she's dictating now, feeling her oats. McCord blinking, eyelashes fluttering - she's stumbling after Carmella - all snap gone from blonde's formerly formidable punching. Carmella dangling the left down at her side hops back...crouches...shifts weight to right (back) foot while lashing the hook up off her hip to catch oncoming Annalynne behind right ear. Gorgeous, whippy stroke jerks McCord a half-turn to her right - legs locking as she sits out of the shot to scoot heavily to her backside: little yelp of pleasure and dancing, dark eyes from Decesare as she prances past a stunned McCord. Annalynne up, but swaying in the wind: Carmella upon her savagely at the ropes, strafing her lefts and rights. McCord facing into punches, ramshackle as she blunders forward - Carm hopping back, hopping back, always maintaining range. Left jab screens Annalynne's vision: she never sees that piercing, sinewy, straight right hand plowing onto her chin. Supple, slinging blast precisely on target: Annalynne out on her feet, sent crashing to her back, legs stiff, hands up above her head as she relaxes into quivering KO. KO6 in satisfying fashion - Carmella Decesare.

After: Decesare cruises past all sinewy strutting - nice little bright-eyed smirk as she takes in the glorious sight of a stretched out Annalynne: that's a picturesque conquest for the ol' scrapbook.

"More or less like I thought," Carmella says in postfight, taped hands on perfect hips as she thinks things through. "She was quick - even quicker than I thought: it took me a long time to get her rhythm down. All the weapons I thought I'd need came into play - it's just she was a very nimble opponent with stinging punches in bunches that made things difficult early. But I jabbed her, tired her body, took her legs away...basically Tricia Helfer boxing 101, you know? Once I had the kid breathing hard, I knew I'd claim her."