Before: Brittany selling a boatload of "Connelly-Killer" caps and t-shirts - opportunistic blonde milking the moment for all it's worth. "The Connelly era is over," Daniel crows in prefight, "finished, kaput. People don't realize how shabby and shaky she is at this point - but I've shattered her. She's back for more because even SHE doesn't know I've broken her, but I'm going to make a huge statement on Jen in this fight. I'm Brittany Daniel: I'm the Hottest Woman in Showbiz and I'm going to take care of Connelly's business once and for all."

Oscar-winning brunette cool, poised, refusing to be baited: tough times for a classy former champ not used to taking criticism, but you'd never know it to look at her. "Brittany's had my number," Jen admits with a shrug. "The record speaks for itself - she's done well against me. But she's got my attention now. I'm focused, I'm training for HER, not for the fight after her - it's going to make a big difference in this fight. I want to get past Brittany - she's a nuisance, an irritant. I'm a big-fight fighter: I don't like to have to stop to swat flies, but sometimes, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

Connelly in ivory crushed velvet bikini, small white gloves with crushed velvet finish. Brittany in royal blue bikini (Club Dread), small powder blue mitts with crushed velvet finish.

During R1: Daniel gambling to Jen's stomach, tearing up tummy with tic-tac-toe lefts and rights - velvet gloves sounding out with dull thumps as Connelly covers up. Grimacing, Jen steps back and to her right: Brittany snarling, pounces with a lead right, pounding Jen to jaw, unbalancing brunette. More ribwork, Daniel - thump-thump-thump against the torso chases Connelly sideways to ropes. Jen under threat, hunkers down, slugs back with elbows in, nipping back at Brittany's chin - blonde bounces back, eyes blazing, circling to midring to regroup. Second minute - action tense, but not a lot of punching - wary fighters circling, feinting. Final minute, Daniel gambles again, rushing Connelly at the ropes and initiating a withering brawl. Sizzling two way: Daniel fighting out of a compact bob, clawing hooks, chopping right hands at Connelly's ribs and skull; Jen grimacing, taking punches, but pounding back straight rights and fearsome hooks, making Brittany pay the price for aggression. Bell: Brittany tags Jen a cheap late right hand, hooks Jen's tits as Connelly's aswoon against ropes - ref bodies Daniel back, reads her the riot act. We're talking about a VERY stern finger-waggle: no one wants a repeat of that heinous hitting-while-down incident in this fight.

R2: Connelly working behind her jab, fending Brittany off in early action. Daniel springy legged, motoring to her right, feinting, then stepping out, constantly changing angle and distance. Middle minute - Daniel negotiating her distance, slipping Jen's hook, putting right/lefts snappy against pale brunette ribcage: Daniel's taken the initiative away from Jen. Final minute - Connelly systematically maneuvered to ropes - Daniel jab-jabbing at Jen, keeping her occupied then JOLTING Connelly a short, blunt right hand bingo on the jaw. Jen's legs give a shimmy - she frowns in confusion, takes a biting hook clean on the chin. Jen in trouble - just standing lock-kneed at the ropes, dukes up, palms out, not doing anything. Brittany snarling, shifts to her right, busting Jen's chops another vicious short-arm hook. Chopping right hand over Jen's left mitt clouts chin: Connelly tilting forward in swoon - quick-clipping hook takes her in the mouth, punches the mouthpiece off her teeth. Short, jarring right punches Jen's head to the side - she droops backward, staring in shock, hands dropping and BRITTANY'S ALL IN! Jen lolling out on her feet, right at her chest, left across her gut - she twists her right side to the ropes, trying to hide from Daniel's blistering finishing flurry. Blonde punches skidding off scalp, shoulder, jamming into jaw and ear and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord TKO2 in ravenous fashion - BRITTANY DANIEL!

After: Daniel shrieking, leaping around the ring - she hands Jen her third consecutive loss and builds a HUGE career lead over one of the best pound for pound fighters in the sport. Savvy HBO cameramen zoom in on the Daniel breasts, highlighting the rigidly erect nipples pushing against swimsuit fabric like little tentpoles. POOR JEN! Connelly dazed, right arm looped over top rope for support, eyes unfocused, dim with shock and disappointment - it's an incomprehensible setback for the proud brunette. AND BRITTANY WANTS MORE! Daniel leering, pulling Jen greedily off the ropes, riding a firm tanned right arm around those porcelain hips: scalding walk of shame, Daniel to Connelly as Brittany drinks in the moment. Brit waving with her left hand, cuddling Jen close, hip to hip: Connelly blinking back tears, refusing to give Daniel satisfaction, but you can see the hot shame on her face. Beaten by Brittany Daniel - stopped - overwhelmed: it's like a nightmare for Jen C. Camera pans the audience, catching many division fighters in attendance cheering and exulting in Connelly's misfortune: Jen's made a lot of enemies in her rise to prominence - every one of them enjoying Connelly's current skid.