Before: Jennie G just keeps plugging along - half a dozen or so fights a year, an upset win or two along the way - nobody's made a more consistent living as a division gatekeeper. "I want what she's got," Melinda Clarke tells BLONDE! Magazine when interviewed for the fight. "She gets work, she fights interesting opponents and she's always hovering around the rankings. I'm thinking that should probably be me instead of her." Jenny in yellow bikini, slick low ponytail; small white gloves; white boxing boots to midcalf with tassles. Mindy in emerald bikini, messy ponytail with bangs; small black gloves; tan boxing moccasins to mid calf.

During R1,2: Spirited negotiations - both girls very professional, no-nonsense. Orderly turn taking - one covers up, the other pastes away in combination, then they switch. Both rounds settle into methodical seek-and-destroy sessions as girls lean in behind gloves, bumping guards and looking to clean up short rights and lefts. Mirror image stuff: tight deliveries, similar punch selection - both girls placing spanky little hooks in each other's ribs; scraping away tidy little uppercuts in close; stubby-jabbing into each other's prepared defences. Neither lass giving up the home-run: both forced to put the work into opposing biceps, ribs, tummies in the hopes of loosening sturdy defences. Mindy takes the first, Jennie the second.

R3: Same approach - girls edging in close behind raised guards, looking to bump-n'-punch. Melinda digging hooks to Jennie's breadbasket and ribs gets much the better of it, winning grunts and frowns from a retreating Garth. Mindy stepping-with, crouching forward with her head, nudging Jennie, then ripping her hooks while keeping the right nice and high: Clarke just gnawing on her girl, all around the ring. Down the stretch, Mindy digs her umpteenth hook to Jennie's waistline, then jerks the left uppercut between blonde mitts: Garth staggered for the first time, put wobbly butt - she tilts forward behind her mitts, sopping up a tasty thumping about her ears and flanks to bell.

R4: Jennie snarling, eyes flashing: she gets back every one of those punches Mindy smote her in the third. Grim, grudging retreat from Clarke as she's outworked: brunette grimacing, dukes at temples as blonde roots Mindy out of her positions. Jennie working off a stiff, prodding jab - seeking hooks and short, chopping rights, pasting Mindy upstairs and down. Clarke struck a tangy right to chin to put her wobbly butt one minute in; struck a gorgeous, swinging hook to floating rib 2 minutes in, driving her to ropes with a stricken expression. Garth's turn to clean up: she squares away, lets her hands go - ponytail twitching side to side as she beats Mindy's flanks pink.

R5: Melinda lumping up, mouthbreathing: she commits her reserves in a desperate attempt to reverse the tide. Works: Jennie thrown back onto the defensive - face tight as she keeps her dukes up, rolling clubbing shots about her head and shoulders. Mindy working hard - flurrying to Jennie's guts, then trying to hook her lights out: blonde's body proves sturdy, sponges up a beating while maintaining the rigid blocking defence. It's all Melinda bell to bell - but Jennie's organized, legs look good: she's blocking a lot of shots and comes out of the 5th the fresher beauty.

R6: Jennie surges to the attack, correctly reading Melinda's stamina deficit. Jennie stepping to Mindy now, bumping guards, then hooking waist and ribs: Clarke cringing, biting down on sobs as she backs away. Blonde gobbling up canvas, greedily walking her girl down, keeping the leather on: poor Mindy Clarke has nowhere to turn. Beating goes bell to bell, frequently rocking Clarke. Mindy's head jerking back from short, shrugging uppercuts on the inside, and her body's starting to quit a bit as brunette clinches after shipping bodyblows. Garth walking her girl to ropes and working her over with coldblooded efficiency: tucking in behind the elbows, staying on those lungs, roasting Melinda's jugs for the first time as brunette visibly breaks down by the bell.

R7: Clarke up off her stool, but shopworn, clearly frazzled: she doesn't want any more Jennie. Jennie reading the situation correction - quickly gets on top with her jab knuckling at Mindy's brows, herding brunette to ropes. Thick right/left pastes waist: Clarke groaning, sits into ropes, dukes at temples. Cue beatdown: Jennie squares away, swabs her foe's pale lower back, then shoulders her upright into ropes the better to get at her tummy. It's all too much - Jennie not really loading up, but helping herself in brisk, overwhelming volume: Melinda swoons against ropes,, head lolling, guard limp. Ref steps in, cradling stunned brunette to safety: TKO7 Garth.

After: Another day in the office for Garth - Jennie defends her turf, looks on to bigger and better things. "You know - I'm out here for anyone who wants to prove herself," Jennie reminds reporters. "But I've been hearing crap from Spears for the better part of 6 months and I'd like to hook that up for '08. I've said all along that I can bust Rachel MacAdams and I still want that fight while she's still competitive. It depends on how she looks against McCarthy: if Jenny treats her shabby, I'm not sure Rachel's got enough left to seriously threaten me."