BEFORE: "I'm not easy to knock out," Jewel shrugs in prefight. "If Ashley's thinking she'll just step to me the way she did Jennie Garth, she'll be in for a shock. I figured Taylor Swift would have taught these girls not to jump in with Jewel Kilcher too fast. Guess Ashley Greene's not a real deep thinker." Greene riding the wave: brawny brunette ingenue casting herself as Rachel MacAdams 2.0: she's got no time for Jewel. "She's like a drive-through window, you know?" Greene says, twirling finger in hair. "A quick stop to showcase my pop, then on up the ladder. Taylor Swift? Pfffft! Gimme a break. Swift's got a pair of feather-dusters for fists: I've got sledgehammers." Baby blue cotton tank top and panties for Jewel; white gloves; hair soft n' loose. Ashley in pea green cotton tank and panties; black gloves; hair in messy ponytail.

During R1: Jewel in frame guard: right guarding temple - left at her cheek, elbows in tight. Greene gloves curled into hollows of her cheeks as she wades in, gets off. Big, banging lefts and rights smite Jewel, buffetting her in her stance: Ashley pursing lips, narrowing eyes as she batters prepared defences. Kilcher rocked, but sturdy: frame's in place even as Ashley's slammin' her way forward. Kilcher concentrating, safety-first: she's dropping the odd jab onto Ashley's face, bringing mitt back quick - just antagonizing Greene. Ash getting off baseball-bat whacks to flanks/arms: crowd oohing and ahhing at frisky ingenue violence. Jewel pounded to ropes by minute mark - defences still intact: she's getting shelled, but holding firm. Ashley dips, digs up tummy via hooks: Jewel grunting, stooping forward. Ashley drops short right into Jewel's guard, then lifts left hand to jug: brunette wedging in there snug, following through the left shoulder to bump-off. Kilcher grimacing, laying back in ropes: she's soaking up sock, letting Ashley spend up money. Final minute - Greene shivering tic-toc right/left sidearm blows off Jewel's flanks: Kilcher sponges, answers back short, chopping, pinpoint right to turn Ashley's chin. Greene relaods...falters...she's blinking rapidamente, confused by delayed reaction. Jewel quick with the hook, tagging Ashley's chin again, then gathering her up, spinning her off her feet, into ropes. Pair of tucking right hands pumps Ashley's paunch - Jewel cradling with left arm around the back, wrapping her girl. Kilcher bodies up, stacking Ashley; throwing veteran left shoulder into open rookie mouth. Greene's eyelashes fluttering...Jewel pounds right/left wide to breadbasket, then right/left criss-cross up top, drifting AShley's face. Greene's eyes: TILT...Jewel snarling, bodying up to stack. KILCHER WANTS RACK! Ashley's bulging tank top suddenly bouncing - Jewel up in there pumpin' and a-chuggin'. Greene crying out "MUHH!" head lolling - guard falling apart as she's sagging in ropes. Jewel off to the races, setting a steady hup-hup pace, lifting short-shrug lefts and rights into meat and THE REF STEPS IN! What th'...TKO1 Jewel Kilcher!

After: Kilcher with a quick peck on Ashley's cheek before departing: Ashley in glassy-eyed stupor, groggily asking why it's stopped. Bit of a quick whistle - ref unfamiliar with Greene, not knowing her capacity - it's a 'better safe than sorry' decision. "All I saw was a little girl WAY in over her head," Jewel sneers in postfight. "Just like Taylor. The ref did exactly the right thing pulling me off. I was on the verge of ending that girl's career before it even started." BLONDE! Magazine celebrating Jewel's new-found status as ingenue-stopper: youngsters having a hell of a time against 100 fight veteran in recent contests.