Before: "I smell opportunity," says bright-eyed Harris in prefight, clearly relishing the moment. "Alyson's a faded veteran name - someone I can move up on with a win. I can beat her, and it'll definitely have an impact on my career, so I'm excited. If I retire Alyson in the bargain, that wouldn't suck!" Hannigan stoic - 30 something flyweight feeling pressure from corporate overlords and bio-clock both, to keep pace in boxing's youngest, friskiest division. "Harris is a sparring partner," Alyson declares, winning buzzes from the crowd. "A second tier sparring partner. I need to crush this girl - I know that. I could shut her out, but I think my guys want to see some passion and killer instinct in the ring, and I'm up for it. No way this girl hangs with me: she smells opportunity; she should be smelling black eyes and bruised ribs." Hannigan in midnight blue velvet bra and panties, small white gloves. Alyson in satin midnight blue bra and panties with lace trim, small white gloves. Danielle extends gloves to touch 'em up: Alyson snubs the offer.

During R1: Alyson rotating clockwise, sliding her left (lead) foot; right hand chest-high, tracing out a little 4 inch bar as she slides it side to side; left hand low, tracing little ovals - she's bringing limber jabs from a variety of levels and angles. Danielle dukes up, encroaching - head movement getting her under some of Hannigan's stickwork, but Aly doing a good job tracking - scraping Harris' hairline, knocking at her forehead. Alyson systematically working over her foe's right side: dipping and doubling the hook PIK! PIK! to ribs; jabbing into that right breast; dipping the left shoulder and jerking tuff uppercuts to paunch and sternum. Harris takes 2 minutes to track Alyson down, but scores in the final minute - shelling Hannigan's flanks lusty as redhead covers up, tilts into the work. Bell: Hanni up out of her crouch with a late left uppercut jerky to chin; Harris startled, enraged - leaping at Alyson only to be intercepted by vigilant ref.

R2: Hannigan circling left, hooking body off her jab up top, then making sure she's out of range - Danielle might have won herself a little respect last round. Harris stepping forward with growing confidence - not cutting off the ring, but walking Alyson down resolutely. Hannigan pivoting around her hooks to the right side and tummy - jabbing smart whether she's moving in or out - can't question the red head's class. Midway through - Alyson feints, selling hook-to-the-body: Danielle tenses up, eats a CRASHING right hand short, sweet, and pinpoint-accurate to chin instead. Aly bending into that right hand like her career depends upon it: shivering head-swivel Harris. Danielle folds forward as her legs stiffen up - then she crashes backward to sprawl on her back, hands up above her head, face stricken in chin-shocked agony. HARRIS CAN'T GET OFF HER BACK! KO2 in spectacular fashion - Alyson Hannigan.

After: Hannigan seething - still pumped at landing the cleanest right hand of her career - she's pacing around, glaring at fallen Harris as Danielle struggles to sit up. Shocking abrupt ending to a fight that looked early like a cat-and-mouse distance fight - Alyson cleverly pulling bait-and-switch and getting Danielle out of there with an unlikely KO of the year type whack. Crowd roaring as jumbotron shows the chincheck over and over: just a clean, well-placed, perfectly timed clip on the button. Harris managed in stages to her corner - she's all groggy/grouchy, clearly heartbroken; hungry Hannigan wants more.

Alyson pushing her way in, takes two handfuls of Dani's straight, soft, dark hair, tugging her to her feet and jamming her against the Foxfire corner. Corner-mount, Alyson Hannigan - left fist gripping Dani's hair close to scalp, right arm upthrust, finger pointing "number 1" to the ceiling. Poor Dani's groggy face pushed aside by Alyson's belligerent tummy as Hannigan gets big - HISC vixen really teaching Danielle about defeat here.