BEFORE: "I welcome her size!" Jenny trumpets at podium, recognizing Torv's significant structural advantage. "I hope she comes in 145 - I don't care. Anybody remember a big blonde hall of famer by the name of Jenny O'Dell? Retired her with these two jackhammers (holds up fists). How 'bout Krista Allen? She had size on me, and I stepped right to her till she quit. Wanna know why I mow down any Frontstreet girl they put in front of me? It's this thing (pounds fist against heart): I got miles and miles o' this, and they got jack squat. Sure, Torv's clinical and precise in the ring, but she's just like all the rest: babied buncha nobodies who won't fight unless they got all the cards. Well I'm the aces boys - and that's just the cards I got showin'!"

Torv calm throughout the storm, looking every inch the favourite as she strides to lectern. "Jenny O'Dell and Krista Allen," Anna smiles. "I knew those names would come up. Spectacular Jenny McCArthy victories, against all odds - the stuff of boxing lore. Except...those weren't really boxing matches, were they? No: they were bare-knuckle all-in brawls that should never have been allowed to proceed. Yes, Jenny distinguished herself in contests that resemble gladiatorial games, but this is boxing, and in boxing, she'll be tamed by me. Jennifer is a quality blonde - I take nothing away from her. But she's proud to the point of psychosis, and she has no business taking the ring against me. I'll punish her, leave her battered, and plant Frontstreet's flag in the broken rubble of her career!"

Anna in butterscotch plaid, bra-style bikini; caramel-coloured gloves; long blonde hair in sleek low ponytail. Jenny in all-black bikini with ring connections hip and jug; black gloves; bobbed hair loose. During ring instructions, Jenny makes a grand show of leaning in, sniffing at Anna with a perplexed frown and saying: "Did you just crap your bottoms? Ref - I think Anna went boom-boom with fear just now - somebody get a sham-wow in here STAT!"

During R1: Girls circle easy-counterclockwise, then engage: Jenny sideslipping Anna's locator-jab to bang waist right/left; duck-and-cover against Torv's receipt, then emerge from crouch with a whirling right hand flush upside Torv's head. Anna startled more than hurt - she slides back, looking for room: Jenny weaves forward, two-jabbing jugs; turning over a brisk right cross; whirling a wide hook to clang flush against Anna's jaw. Torv punched ropeside, frowning: Jenny piling on Grace-Park like volume instead of setting and slugging with heft...bit of a change-up early. Torv closing up, laying on ropes in earmuff, elbows tight to her body: she's absorbing body-whack, looking to fit Jenny for snug little counter left uppercuts, or jotting straight rights off ropes. McCarthy in there buzzing - unleashing a Wayne McCullough weave-and-slug look in drenching Torv hip to head with punches: Jenny proving her rep for versatility in the ring, outworking, outscoring Anna Torv in an all action first.

R2: Anna much more leggy coming out - circling, popping the jab, determined to charge Jenny for Real Estate. McCarthy weaving forward with good head movement: Torv selectively targetting the midsection via cranking left hooks - Anna arching her back to sink 'em in deep. Torv loping to either side - jabbing to get Jenny slipping - looping wide right hands to pound at Jenny's left flank. Torv renegotiates terms, denies Jenny position, keeps her outside and touches her up for points through 2.

R3: Jenny weaving forward - doubling up the jab...she's getting inside Anna's jab this round. McCarthy a whirlwind of steady, medium-strength blows - rolling her torso, smiting Anna lefts and rights up top, taking care to hook the ribcage on occasion. Torv trying to slide-back and issue counters: Jenny weaving the work, clanging back multiple scoring strikes upside Anna's head wide, then altering delivery to jam away straight left/rights, tits and face. Anna driven to ropes...not hurt, but frazzled by the work: she forms protective earmuff, looking to counter slick off the ropes. Jenny sets a torrid pace...nice wide stance in front of Anna, touching her lefts and rights in either whirling arcs or straight-poking ramrods. McCarthy's good head movement/constant punching volume effectively neutralizing the Torv receipts.

R4: Jenny potshotting from outside - feeding Anna the straight right while dipping blonde head to the left, then falling off to that side. Jenny changing directions, spitting straight lefts and rights: Torv receiving an unusually high number of punches on her face as McCarthy's rhythm/delivery continue to confuse. Anna stalking smaller woman with stiff left jabs, then looking to DIG at breadbasket: Torv dipping left shoulder, getting into Jenny with authority. Down the stretch, Anna able to land consistently to body, then push Jenny off palms-on-shoulders. McCArthy breathing hard, feeling the weight and strength of Anna for the first time through 4.

R5: Torv continues to come forward - jabbing Jenny to fix her position outside; gouging left hands firm underneath; pushing off/chasing Jenny down with slinging right crosses. Hits adding up...Jmac grinning after receiving hard clout upside noggin, refusing to acknowledge Torv's power, regrouping, weaving back in to paste away busy-like. Torv managing the pressure fairly well - still catching the odd whirling clout - but Jenny steadily punished for her aggression.

R6: Jenny jabbing/weaving her way past Anna's line-in-the-canvas...whirling clout chases Torv ropeside. Tough reads for Anna; Jmac occasionally working up the middle via straight-stamping left/rights, only to switch up and whirl away hooks/swinging right hands, head and body both. Torv sliding to her left along ropes, pushing out receipts: Jenny getting the better of it whenever both girls are tossin'. Bell: wink from Jmac - she's lovin' the shine on Anna's face, courtesy non-stop Jenny-leather.

Slow-mo replay during the break highlights one of Jenny's better sequences: Straight one-two knocking at Anna's mouth; swinging hook to cheek as Anna's trying to answer; Jenny bobs on the spot, getting under Torv's slappy hook; Jenny out of the crouch with a whirling overhand right, neatly taking Torv flush to cheek. Crowd oohing and ahhing throughout the replay: Jenny pushing her trainer away to stand and acknowledge the mob rather than hear anymore pesky instructions.

R7: Jenny jabbing with - doubling her poke pesky; slotting in the straight right; mopping up the wide hook, then stooping to stamp straight right/lefts against Anna's midsection as Torv's trying to get off. Anna frowning, chased and harassed out of her stance: Mac doing a good job disrupting Torv's rhythm, touching her with a constant stream of work, rather than trying to belt the bigger girl out of there. Anna answering in spots - looping right to the body/back particularly effective against Jenny's bobbing crouch - but Mac piles up more points through 7.

R8: Jenny at Anna, all around the ring. Torv visibly frustrated - sliding along ropes, rolling shots: Jenny hustling straight one-twos onto Torv in pursuit, then whirling away from wide stance when Anna stands still. Anna buffetted about head and shoulders - strapped on her ribs and waist - occasionally poked hard n' straight to face: Jenny proving her world class fitness in sustaining the monster output. Final minute, Anna sliding to her right, crouching away over her right leg as Jenny's pursuing from the Torv left shoulder. Jmac's right skids off shoulder/scalp; Anna back with a counter bolo right uppercut, picking Jenny up SAVAGELY to chin. Jmac's heels skid forward, then she's ragdoll, lolling sideways into ropes with a crooked grin on shellshocked mouth. Anna sidesteps off ropes to attack as Jenny's right shoulder rests against cables - Torv leaning in, DRIFTING right hands over and over to left side of Jenny's chin. McCarthy in stupor - muscular legs holding her up as torso slumps loose against ropes - Anna able to reload and pour herself in as Jenny's helpless. THE REF STEPS IN! TKO8 Torv as she FINALLY finds the off switch on Jenny buzzsaw.

AFter: Jenny reeling in ref's grasp, groggily hooting "Couldn't put me down, Torv! Couldn't put me down..." Anna walking away hot-cheeked, slightly relieved as McCarthy had opened up a slight scoring gap through 7 surprising rounds. "She's a tough old shoe," Anna admits in postfight, looking well and truly touched tonight. "They're telling me Jenny was ahead on the cards, and I don't doubt it: she was at me like a marathon runner tonight, touching me and touching me. Say what you will about Jennifer - she's a hot-head, she's a bully, she's a slut, whatever...Jenny was tactically innovative and as fit a woman as I've ever encountered. Had she a couple more pounds and inches, I wonder whether it would be me you'd be speaking with now!"