Before: Duff impressive during weigh-in: pumping a double bicep on the scales while displaying flat, hard, golden-brown abs in her skivvies. "You want this?" Hil baits Snow, who's standing nearby in HER cotton skivvies, arms crossed, getting angry. "THIS? Come on Brit - check it: this tummy trumps that roll of dough you call a midsection any day. Not too late to back out baby, now that you've seen the goods." That's it for Brittany - she charges the scales - Duff leaping down at her and carrying her to the floor. Crazy flyweight rolling catfight with flashbulbs bursting shows both girls are ready to touch 'em up. Eventually, Snow wraps legs around Duff's waist - Duff scrambling atop her blonde, working hard to get some ground-and-pound in as officials move to separate seething tyros.

Brittany in ivory white bikini top; navy bottoms with white belt; small white gloves; white runners/athletic socks rolled down. Hillary in lemon yellow bikini with ring connection at jugs; small black work out gloves; black runners, no socks; blonde hair pulled back in french twist. Seething staredown - girls nose to nose as crowd hoots in approval; they push each other away, forcing ref to issue early warnings.

During R1: Crisp, bouncy action: girls eyes wide, lips curled off teeth as they hustle to spots, each looking to get off tidy. Duff doubling up her hook nice to Brittany's ribs and waist: Hilary rapid with it, getting it off her front (left) foot. Brittany equally brisk - chopping short right hand to Duff's chin; hooking Duff's breasts with palm-down delivery. Spirited engagements all around the ring: girls scooting, being busy, keeping the shots short, professional. Both girls warned for short-hooking the other's kidney when defender crouches low and to her left: both girls hardhearted, unrepentant. Hillary a little more assertive: by round's end, she's hounding Brittany along the apron - Snow's back just a couple of feet off ropes.

R2: Same again: very brisk, sharp-punching encounters: scooting, bouncy footwork as girls bop together then part, all around the ring. Duff the more determined, the hungrier girl: she's really digging heartfelt rights and lefts at Brittany's ribs whenever the girls stand toe to toe. Snow disengaging, still doing a nice job placing that short, chopping right to Hillary's chin and finding Duff's jugs with that palm-down, come-along hook. Good head movement from both: girls keeping elbows in, bending at the waist as they look to snatch at one other tidy.

R3: Brittany ups tempo - going directly at Hillary early with a ferocious pumping series of body shots. Duff backing away for the first time, face wincing: Snow's won initiative. Brittany attacking Hillary around the ring, bringing the fight to her: spirited exchanges continue as Duff attempts to repel her aggressor. Snow making a statement - bombarding Hillary's proud abdominals with chugging hup-hup flurries. Hillary forced to scoot along the apron, hard-pressed to find breathing room. Bell: Snow chests up, shouting into Hillary's face, "I'M TOUCHING YOU UP!" Ref intervenes as fresh brawling breaks out.

R4: Snow sticks with it - attacking body with tremendous, grunting determination. After any particularly loud, digging body shot, Brittany's crowing, "You love it!" and "That's a Duff-buster!" Duff scowling, baring her teeth: she's catching Brittany the odd right hand across the brows or clubbing hook to chin, but Snow won't be backed off. Brit pays the toll, crowds close, continues to pump and chug at sturdy Duff guts, backing Hillary up. No clinching from either lass: girls bump shoulders when they fall in, but both instinctively seeking a short range they can get off in without being smothered. Makes for a constant flow of action: crowd loving the bouncy, digging, earnestness of it all. "YOU'RE TUMMY'S GIVING!" Snow shrieks when fighters are separated at bell: Duff enraged, pushing against ref and shouting "I'M NOT EVEN HURT! YOU DIDN'T HURT ME!". Craziness through the break: Snow actually standing up off her stool at one point, shouting across the ring: "YOUR TUMMY'S LIKE PUDDING!" Duff shrieking back "SHUT UP, YOU COW!" Both corners have a hell of a time sitting the girls down and getting them to focus.

R5: Brittany digging at Hillary's abs again, FINALLY buckles Duff's knees: Hillary's back hits ropes early as Snow drives forward. FURIOUS punching in retaliation from Hillary: teeth bared, eyes blazing as she rips rising lefts and rights to her foe's body and breasts, literally churning Brittany backward. Duff leaping forward - pitching stubby: even when she's fighting angry, Hillary doing a nice job keeping her elbows in, chopping and clouting her shots without getting too wild. Brittany clipped and clouted on her retreat - Hillary stepping-with, tattooing her blonde and SNOW GOES DOWN! Brittany punched to her buns near the ropes, eyes welling up in confusion: Hillary bellowing down incoherently as ref pushes her back. Snow up quickly, but Hillary won't hear of a Brittany rally. Duffy surging forward, head lowered: she beats Brittany to a seat on the ropes, stubby arms just a-PUMPIN' to straining blonde midriff. Snow in shock, clinching late, mouth wide open as she tries to restrain her furious foe. "How's that feel?" Duff taunts while snug with Snow at bell - lips just inches from Brittany's cheek. "Gettin' ready to quit?"

R6: Snow's front breaks: she's rattled, routed, scattered around the ring. Hillary in hot pursuit - throwing caution to the wind: she's all about running Brittany down and forcing battle upon her. Snow hounded pillar to post: she's panicking at times - just covering her head and cowering as Duff whales away. Final minute - swinging right hand takes Brittany across her sternum, beating her breathless. Snow distraught - sliding to her right along ropes, eyes forlorn, hands out to either side for balance. Duff in good position, stepping-with: she dips, then launches herself forward, fetching Brittany a tremendous hook-on-the-chin with all her body weight jumping into the compact blast. Snow's head socked back with a spank: she's out, loosened on her feet before sliding sideways to stretch out parallel to ropes. Duff hollering down: "GET UP, BRITTANY!" as ref's pushing her back. Blazing KO6 with authority - Hillary Duff.

After: THAT'S the performance many pundits have been waiting for from Disney prodigy who seems - to date - to be a step behind many of her "clobber college" studio-sisters. "I wasn't having it from Brittany tonight," a still-quivering Hillary says in post fight, eyes flashing. "She was punching me in the breasts on purpose - trying to spook me - going at my body - but I just poured it back on her. I broke her spirit - that was the main thing: I could see in her eyes she didn't want anymore, so I just poured it on!" Jumping hook from Hillary thought to be an encouraging sign: "When she was with Disney, that hook used to be Hillary's signature punch," one anonymous Duff insider relates in a BLONDE! Magazine profile. "If she's getting that in the pros, it means her confidence is coming back...and look out flyweight when THAT happens!"