BEFORE: High contrast bout: one girl tall, willowy - the other compact, curvy. "I've got the advantage," a confident Summer says in prefight. "I'm taller, I'll keep her out at the end of my jab and pick her apart. If she comes to me, it's only go to magnify my power: don't be surprised to see me hurt her at times in this fight. I'm looking forward to this: it's a big fight, a big name, and it's going to be my biggest win to date." Hewitt non-plussed: she's got plenty of experience tracking down taller girls and making them fight. "If Summer's counting on hiding behind her jab all night, she's going to be one sorry little skank," Hewitt scoffs in rebuttal. "Nobody has ever kept me away for 10 rounds: at some point, you have to deal with Jennifer Love Hewitt right on top of you. I'll just say this right now: I have NO respect for Summer Glau. None. Zippata. She's a poor man's Jessica Alba, and look at what I did to the rich version!"

Sum in green bikini, black gloves; soft brown curls long and loose. Jen in dark purple lace push up and panties; black gloves; dark curls loose and long.

During R1: Sum doing her thing: putting the jab on Jen, sidestepping her, using the ring. Hewitt patient...gloves at temples...dipping side to side on approach - she's pursuing without closing. Summer smooth to her left - dropping in the odd right hand: most punches spanking stiff off Jen's guard, but the work's keeping Hewitt at bay through 1.

R2: Sum staying with the simple menu: jabs; the odd one-two; sidesteppin' clockwise. Hewitt unhurried - dipping side to side, blocking shots, eating a few to her brows: she's coming forward, but not collapsing distance on Glau. Summer's legs the difference - she's circling, keeping her distance - extending on shots and keeping her girl pinned down as promised.

R3: Hewitt making inroads. Jen jabbing-with, taking the punch away from Glau, ducking low and establishing to Summer's chest. Hewitt bangin' the body - thick, thumping rights and lefts to waist/ribs...as Summer backs away, Jen swings lusty from the hips, pasting Glau's face. Jennifer's pursuit much more effective as Glau's stumbling under pressure: Hewitt stalking with a Minka-Kelly like straight right hand - finding Summer's face, then looking to hook her as Glau's retreating. Sum trying to circle and whack-back: sidearm rights taking Hewitt in her body, but not chasing her off as Jen takes the initiative.

R4: Jen forward constructively - moving her head in bobs and weaves, keeping dukes at her cheeks. Jen stubby-jabbing Summer - finding Glau in her chest. Hewitt cute at the minute mark: easing off her forward pressure to slide back half a step...she coaxes Summer forward, making Glau give up her height. Sum advancing, leaning in with a one-two: Hewitt slips the lead jab, weaves the right hand, answers back the hook to chin and SUMMER'S ROCKED! Glau suddenly distressed - swaying loose on the spot, reaching with her left to tie up. Hewitt torquing torso-right, pulls a straight, sidearm left hook onto Summer's face; leans in with a drifting right, placing clean on chin even as Summer's falling backward. Insurance right hand puts Summer out: she hits canvas all limp and sleeping, arms up over her head in KO'd repose. KO4 in thundering fashion, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Slow start; dynamic finish: Jennifer Love tracks Summer down, touches her in the body, checks her chin to get a very businesslike stoppage.

Sum gets 'the treatment' - Jen coaxing a stumbling Glau into the Jeri's corner - forcing Smmer to take a seat on the floor, back to turnbuckles. Happy Chabert clapping, bouncing on the spot all jugs a-jumpin'; she pulls apart her pink blouse to reveal a heart-pounding white push up in contrast to her black slacks. Outside the ring, concerned officials hold back Glau's stablemates to prevent a general melee; bad news for Summer...busty duo gets a free pass as a result of the security blunder.

Jeri's girls take turns: one standing, watching as the other kneels, presses in jugs-on-face to give Summer the business. Poor Glau! Sum helpless - legs outstretched in a wide V on the floor as Jen kneels between them: Hewitt wrapping up tight around the head, pushing her weight onto Sum as Glau palm's Jennifer's all-conquering hips. After slogging the jug to Sum, Jen pushes up off her girl - Hewitt all flushed, getting some water as Chabert kneels, presses in, secures the juglock on Summer's drowsy, damp-shiny face. Back and forth, back and forth - Sum just sitting there, taking more rack than she ever dreamed: she's all groggy, pushing at oppressive tummies, hips or thighs in feeble attempts to repel her attackers, but it's all too much. Eventually, Summer's head's just lolling forward, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted - backs of her hands on the canvas at her sides. Jen kneeling there, left hand fisting in Summer's soft, damp locks, pulling the head back and to Glau's right: Sum's eyes closed, lips parted - she's all pasty-faced and beaten. "She's out," Jen says, looking over her shoulder to report her findings to Chabert.

"What's your point?" Chabert grins.

Jen smiles, shrugs, snuggles back in as officials finally move to restore civilization.