Before: Garner looking to bounce back from an upset, title losing effort against Daniel, but Laetitia Casta isn't a Jenny G patsy. "I've got the top lightweights figured out," says a matter of fact Jennifer, "I've got a read on everybody except Laetitia. I know that she's not really the creamiest name out there - she's not a strong top 5 fighter in my opinion - but I've always had problems with her style. I'm not taking her lightly at all, especially because she HAS looked good in recent bouts."

Casta parleying a win streak into a dangerous Garner bout - winner here can easily stake a claim on that number one contender's spot.

Laetitia in royal blue bikini, white fleure de lis print, black bra and panties Jen.

During R1,2: Feeling out rounds - Casta takes the first, Jen the second. Jenny using the ring a bit more, energetic footwork, elegant sidesteps as she spots the jab against Laetitia's chest, face. Casta more flat footed, stalking, relying on a shock jab to the chest to fix Jennifer's position, looking to clean up with right crosses. Not a lot of contact - neither girl committing on powershots just yet.

R3: Garner settling down, hooking off the jab, keeping up a steady swatting lather of lefts as she pivots clockwise around Casta. Crisp stuff, spanking loud hooks against ribs and ear - Garner trying to dig in behind the elbow on the right side. Laetitia keeping her hands up, ducking and blocking at her temple, doing a pretty good job, but not busy enough - she's letting Garner dictate through 3.

R4: Casta reading the hook, covers up to receive it on her guard, counters immediately to chin the jagged left uppercut and Jen's legs don't like it. Garner earmuffing up, Casta edges in close, brings her feet with her - she gets into Jen with those short, lifting punches in tight. Ping, ping - Casta snapping off left/right uppercuts, touching up Jen's chin, then bumping Garner back the left shoulder. Casta stepping in, lifting up Jen's chin again a clipping right, then DIGGING it to hard gut, bunching Garner forward. Laetitia methodical, expressionless as she goes to work, fists bouncing off Jenny's hips and flanks, picking her up underneath, curling across her chin - Casta keeping it compact, bringing dukes back to chest as she back Garner up.

R5: Casta picking up where she left off - closing distance behind a thudding jab, hands at her chest, dipping her shoulders to get off with clipping, curling blows. Garner shipping leather, sullen behind her mitts - legs look dead, she's just standing there, letting Casta get off. Laetitia busy, patient, letting her gloves roam against Jenny's proud midsection, dig in behind the elbows, scrub that chin in between the mitts - constant punching puts Jenny dumb against the ropes, just taking it. Just one girl stacking another up and hacking at her - by the final minute, Casta's punching is having a visible effect. Ripping hook in the waist bends Jen forward, clipping left uppie shakes her knees. Garner makes it to the bell shabby, shutout as Casta struts back to her corner.

R6: Garner getting back onto her bicycle - she doesn't want any more of Laetitia at close quarters. Less entertaining, but Jen's legs able to assert some control - she's keeping her back off the ropes, steering French girl around the ring and raking her with licking hooks.

R7: Jenny in a nice rhythm, circling, using distance - she's got Laetitia reaching and lunging a little and finally makes her pay. Garner timing a step-in savage hook on the jaw, unlocks Casta's knees - French girl struggling to stand upright. Garner stepping in and out, snapping and snatching at Laetitia, tearing up the belly with juicy licks and getting away unscathed. Midway through, a double hook on the chops dazes poor Laetitia and the mop up right claps her square in the face - Casta staggering back on her heels, hits ropes, refuses to go down. Gut check time: Casta earmuffing up, stooping forward huuuurt - Garner cold eyed as she squares up, lets her hands go in brutal, digging bursts. Garner tidies up downstairs, beating Laetitia relentlessly in above her hips, skidding across kidney when Casta bends too far forward. 'Titia makes it to the bell, but she's ramshackle - Garner takes a moment to savor the hurt.

R8: Garner cold hearted - going after what's left without mercy. Everything's hurting Casta - jabs are rocking her head back, sending water flying - hooks thick and rich to the midsection are buckling her forward - chopping right hands are pounding through the guard, jerking Casta to her right, sending tremors down her thighs and hammies. But Casta won't go - she's squaring up hurt, digging in, getting rocked, then recovering. Garner methodical as she goes about it, finally tearing a series of tightly curled hooks across Casta's sensational jugs in an effort to break the French woman's spirit. Laetitia, swaying, open mouthed and groggy - but defiant after 8.

R9: Sharpshooting midring - girls leaning over front feet, trying to reach jabs into each other, or chop that long right in on cheek. Cautious give and take till late - girls trade hooks - Jen falls in to clinch and walks into that sneaky Casta right uppercut. Garner spilling past her girl to hit the ropes face first - Laetitia bounding in to score a backside romp as the ref moves in at the bell.

R10: Garner's had enough - she's been repeatedly hurt in this fight, takes no chances in the tenth. Stick and move, move, move from Garner - she's pounding Laetitia's face raw at this point, really lumping up on her with straight shocking jabs, but Jen's not sticking around to put her punches together. Laetitia still strong, coming forward, throwing hard, but she can't find the range - Jenny's legs see her safe to the bell. Comes back UD10 Jen Garner.

After: Garner shaking hands, talking with Laetitia after a hard fought, back and forth struggle - Casta once again giving the 'total package' all she wanted through 10 rugged heats.

"I don't know what it is about that woman," shrugs a lumped up Garner, "but I'm glad I'm past her for now. She's really tightened up her defence, doesn't telegraph her punches anymore - there's always something new about her I wasn't expecting whenever we hook up."