BEFORE: "All I see is a flimsy Alba-wannabe," Jen shrugs at podium, dismissing her first round foe. "Carmella won't take my punch - she can't. I'll step to that waspy little waist of hers - break her down - then finish her. I know my journey doesn't end with Carmella Decesare." Decesare composed, polite...though ill-amused at Jennifer's assessments. "Jennifer's back in shape," Carmella notes, "but she's still stubby and easy to hit. I typically shred short fighters - even tuff ones - and I'm not so sure Jenny's all that tuff. I just see me controlling Hewitt, picking her apart. I do respect her power - if you let her tee-off, she's a sturdy gun-platform with those power-punching hips of hers: but I don't intend to be there when she throws. I think it's a great match up for me: I know I can beat this woman." Jennifer in purple lace push up and bikini bottoms; black gloves; long brown curls. Carmella in pink HMK bikini with little white belt; white gloves; hair straight n' long.

During R1: Carmella loping around, being leggy early - hands dangling at her sides as she plants, lifts jabs or swinging rights onto Jen, then leans back/pivots away. Hewitt in pursuit - hands at temples - crouching and bobbing, staying small on the approach. Stubby jabs from Jen's guard probing for Carmella's chest, locating her: Hewitt ranging-in, then looking to swing heavy right hands at Decesare's chin. Pleasing spank sounding out from Jen's tummy/flanks as Carmella slaps and clouts her: Jen's straight left stiffly at Carmella's breasts - the right hands often spooking Carm into haphazard, scrambling escapes. Even, wind-ranging round, but paydirt late for Jen: swinging right hand finally clouts Carm to chin, startling her...follow up swinging left brackets chin, scattering Deech wide-eyed to ropes. Bell sounds to rob Jen of clean up attempt, but she's won the round with those two wallops.

R2: Carmella a little busier with the jab - lifting off her thigh, double-pumping it, loping left while carrying right at her hip. Jen in pursuit - weaving jabs, keeping mitts at temples: she's looking to step-and-answer Carm's jab with wide hooks or straight right hands. Carmella so bendy-backed and rangy: nice wide stance as she steps clockwise around stocky foe - touching and vexing Jen, circling her. Hewitt coming up short on vicious-swinging receipts: Jen really unleashing for Carm's chin, just can't find the range as Decesare leeeeeans away/pivots to safety with hands low n' limber.

R3: Jen slips a jab, brings sidearm arm up and across, catching Carmella to chin and DOWN GOES DECESARE! Carm blown to her back and shabby getting up: she beats the count wobbly at ropes. Jen in with stubby jabs to chest, then driving home righty again: Decesare's head flings back from bashing contact/lolls forward as body loosens. Hewitt on a romp: lefts and rights thump waistline, then bash up-torso to clobber jug. Carmella shell-shocked, reaching to pull Jen down behind the head. Hewitt rough in the clinch - headbutting Carmella's upperchest - throwing shoulder butts into Carm - anything to free up punching room. Chugging, pumping stuff downstairs sets up wide, clobbering swings to Carmy's head: Jen swinging around Decesare's outstretched arms. Decesare spilling to her right along ropes, unable to get out from under: Jen a constant menace, reaching round Carm's hips to shoulder her to ropes whenever necessary. Brawny stuff: Jen snarling, jugs a-sloshing, eyes bright as she twists and turns side to side, clobbering her prey, hounding her. Decesare mouth-open, getting battered: she's a confused beauty, repeatedly rocked and desperately hanging on by the bell. Jen chopping a forget-me-not hammer-drop left onto Carmella's breasts as ref's a little late moving in: Decesare howling in protest at the un-necessary insurance.

R4: Decesare rallying with left uppercuts: lifting 'em off her hip to thump against Jen's chest; pivoting left around the dug-in left heel while leanin waaay back from receipts. Jen crouching onto the uppercuts, bobbing, inching her way close: she's reading Carmella's slinging right hands well, getting underneath 'em as they slide over top Jen's back. Hewitt having moments - countering Carm's missed right hands with biting left/rights against flat Decesare tummy. Carmella working the gangly left uppercut/pivot clockwise routine to perfection however: picking up Jen's jugs, rotating to safety to control the fourth.

R5: Hewitt missing by wide margins: Carmella really creating distance with body lean and wide, rangy stance, forcing shorter girl to reach. Decesare patient, circling clockwise around planted left heel: she's lifting succulent left uppercuts into Jen's hulking rack, or slapping Jen left hooks in the body. Right hands by Carm continue to miss the mark, but she keeps throwing it to keep Jen ducking. Not a lot of scoring, but what there is is all Decesare - including a particularly smart left uppercut to the tummy late that actually forces grimacing Jen to cover tummy with left arm. Hewitt backing away at bell, panting from lanky body shot: glare from Decesare as she wins some respect at last.

R6: Hewitt more patient, more effective. She's using the left jab again - prodding it stubby to Carmella's chest, walking Carmy down. Jen also simply extending the left to Carm's nose - measuring her - then driving in brawny straight right hands, spooking Decesare backward. Carmella usually leaning away when rights land, taking some of the edge off - but Jen starting to get her weight forward with authority, being very bossy through 6.

R7: Carmella loose limbed, gangly - lifting left uppercuts off her thigh to plow Jen's jugs; pivoting left around the left heel while leaning back. Jen scowling, but insistent - constantly pressurizing Carmella. Minute in, Carm with a pushy right hand off her thigh to Jen's left shoulder: Jen back with a steering right across Decesare's breasts, taking Carm's breath away. Girls trade hooks - Jen really twisting in snug behind hers, clouting Deech to chin: Carmella's knees buckle...she nearly sits down, but backpedals out of it, reeling to ropes. Jen pursues, gloves curled into her chin as she tick-tock weaves side to side on approach. Measuring little jab pushes at Carmella's breasts: PLOWING right hand creams Carmella's face, twisting her head aside, throwing her back over top ropes. Decesare slumping forward, hooked in her right shoulder as she's toppling sideways...lovely Playmate sprawls belly-down on the deck, relaxing into KO. KO7 in power-curve fashion, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Hewitt smug, prancing hands high: she hunts sinewy brunette down, cashes her out with a violent right hand whack. "Plenty more where that came from," breezes stocky little veteran. "When I'm in shape, bantamweights can't take my punch. I like my chances fellahs...I really do!"