Before: Tremendous anticipation surrounding the return of Alba. is she rusty? Can she make weight? Is she firm enough to withstand punishment amidships? "I know you've got a lot of questions," Jessica smiles at the press in prefight. "So do I. I'm stronger than ever - I know that: I've been sparring with lightweights, and moving them with my right hand. I still feel fast - but you know, it's been a long layoff and I do need rounds to get my timing back. I'm bringing Summer in because we know she can fight: she'll put me through my paces and get me fine tuned. I'll light her up, then begin my assault on the bantamweight division, and I promise you this: I WILL be champion again - sooner rather than later." Glau almost completely ignored by the mainstream press: no question where the spotlight is focused.

Alba brunette for the occasion; yellow bikini with white ring connections; white gloves; low ponytail. Summer in shades-of-green vertically barred bikini with gold ring connections; white gloves; low ponytail.

During R1: Alba in traditional loose stance - left at her hip, right under her chin, left shoulder twitching as she pivots clockwise around planted lead (left) foot. Glau more rigid, dukes moving from chin to brows as she crouches forward. Quite first minute, then Jess drives a lead right through to Summer's jaw, switching Glau's head violently aside. Curling left hook rises up and across, clouting Glau's chin, wobbling her backside, buckling her knees. Crowd roaring - Alba's lithe power appears undiminished: she sidesteps right, leans forward to lash a heartless buggywhip right hand THUMP! in above Summer's left hip. Glau stunned, rocked and nearly rolled: she does well to keep her feet, eyes watering from the supple power strokes she's taking. Alba gliding to either side - she's a little less coltish than she was - setting down more and sliding around. Jess has her girl hurt - she's just staying outside, pivoting to either side, potshotting her prey. Alba dipping-n'-ripping a snatching left hook off Summer's firm breadbasket; featuring the buggywhip right hand to Sum's flank. Glau grimacing, touched up bell to bell: she doesn't land a punch in a gaudy Jess Alba first.

R2: Jess: supple; smooth; aggressive; relaxed. Pivoting around that left foot, she's lifting the up-jab off her hip into Summer's frisky breasts and earnest face - keeping Glau defensive. Lashing right hands clap buggywhip against breasts, hip and torso - Jess leaning in and striping her foe with rangy delivery. Jessi's hook still a tart, strapping stroke: she'll dip the left shoulder, load up the left leg, pop hips-right and SNAP that punch off Glau's midsection, ripping at the meat; bringing the mitt back quick. Jess wheeling around free and easy: Summer hurt to the body, can't get off - she's just keeping her dukes up, turning on the spot to keep her left flank from being exposed. 6 minutes of fighting - Jessica razor sharp off the layoff, taking a bullwhip to Summer through 2.

R3: Sum's right hand punches Jessi's jab out of the air: Glau in off the parry, snapping left/right to midsection, bunching Jess up. Glau tart-punching, bringing her mitts back to her chin as she crouches close, then redeploys with sharp, biting combos. Alba grunting under ringing blows to her waist and ribs: she bends forward to slip; Summer skids short uppercuts off the top of Jessi's overhanging head. Pressure from Glau - she jabs as Jessica's withdrawing, then closes to club away inside: Alba's lips curling off her teeth as she covers up against thump. Summer beating the priciest ingenue flesh in Hollywood: good rip applied to arms, breasts, ribs and tummy. Jessica's head movement still very effective - she's rarely touched clean to the noggin; most of Summer's best work getting done in the Alba torso. Break: Corner reminds Jess to "Clinch when she gets inside - don't let her get busy on you."

R4: Jessica fading back, baiting Summer forward, walking Glau into gorgeous counter right uppercuts. Exquisite punches: Sum taking 'em well, but she's clipped very clean to chin, then left hanging as Jess sidesteps away. Alba mixing it up well - sliding to either side; leading with the right hand occasionally to clean up with those curling/rising hooks; tapping Summer in the waist or hip, buggywhip. Down the stretch, Glau slowing under the tart licks; Alba able to lean in and clean up a slinging right cross to chin, nearly sitting Summer down at the bell. Bright smile from Jessica: she's getting off SO pretty on Summer - crowd oohing and aahing at the lanky clout Jessi's summoning.

R5: Once again, Jess stymie's Summer's pressure with oily fades/clipping right uppercuts off the back (right) foot. Summer coming forward, but being thrown back time and again: she's unable to penetrate or get off herself. Jess transitioning to offence mid way through - touching Sum the jab and pivoting round to expose either flank. More buggywhip right hands and merciless snap-hooks deployed underneath: Glau visibly wearing down, starting to mouthbreath despite the excellent durability shown by her legs.

R6: Lead right hand punches Summer's head back; supple left hook curls up and around, toggling the chin: Glau's wobbly butt. Alba steps-to, rip-snatches the hook off Sum's tum; eases weight to right foot, licking the right uppercut to Sum's jugs; eases to left foot to hook the tummy; eases to right foot to pull the hook across Sum's mouth and GLAU GOES DOWN! Majestic, sinewy slugging brings a swaggering grin to Jessica's face: she struts to neutral corner, gazing at her fans as Sum takes a swaying 8. Resume: Jessica steps-to, unleashes a wailing, Omar Sheika style lathering onto Summer: Glau sitting into ropes as her guard is punched apart, blows landing fat against her face and breasts; GLAU GOES DOWN! Sum cut at the hairline, cut inside her lip: she struggles bravely up, denying Jessica for a second time. Alba snarling as she comes for Summer: one-two up top sits Sum into ropes, dukes at temples; OH, THAT HOOK IN THE STOMACH! Jessica just fetching it off Summer's belly all lanky, rip-digging at succulent starlet meat. "YOU LIKE THAT?" Jess shrieks as she's pouring on: wailing flurry lathers Summer about her head, then her breasts as Alba's lithe frame goes taut with effort. REF STEPS IN! Summer too brave for own good, refusing to bend the knee; taking a terrible beating as result. Official stops it, cradles a battered Glau to safety.

After: Wow. Alba showing no signs of rust whatsoever - she roars out of the gate, shows good judgement, tremendous sinuous power, and a brand-new buggywhip to complement her already formidable offensive arsenal. Glau outgunned - she did get to the Alba torso in the third to test Jessica - but this was a thunderous "I'm back" performance for the so-called super-ingenue.