Before: Hilarie's harnessed her prodigious talent and gangly physique, emerging as a dread threat to the shorter, slighter women who make up the bulk of the 110 pound division. "Yeah, I mean, I make it pretty hard for the shorties to box me," Burton grins unapologetically. "Since most of them are good boxers, that's their comfort zone, but against me, they need to make the fight, and most of them aren't strong enough to pressure me. Gellar's a good match up for me - I know she's crafty, and she can even punch a little - but I think she's in way over head against me." Gellar up for the challenge - she's been the smaller woman throughout her entire career. "Hilarie's nothing special," shrugs the former champ. "To make 110, she really needs to torture herself - that's why she can't take a punch, and that's why I'll beat her. I WILL turn slugger, and I WILL stop her. She can box all she wants - I don't care how many points she piles up - I'm planning to lay her down." Sarah in black bikini with white bordering; slick blonde battle bun; small black work out gloves. Hilarie sporting soft blonde curls; navy bandeau bra and panties with baby-blue pin-dots and spaghetti strap support; small white work out gloves.

During: Hilarie upright - right at her chest, left at her hip - she's stitching out relaxed one-twos, slide-stepping back,

keeping Sarah at arm's length. Gellar weaving forward, dukes at her mouth like a tiny Tyson - getting under Hilarie's rangy work and LIGHTING HILARIE UP a minute in! Looping overhand right crashes to HIlly's left eye as she's backing up - legs give way - she stutter-steps to her right in confusion. Swinging left/clapping right, Sarah Michelle Gellar: HILARIE HITS ROPES HURT! Gellar scowling as she hurtles in, driving straight right hand off the shoulder into Burton's long gut. Hilarie dukes up, groaning forward under a blistering barrage of clawing lefts and rights - Sarah pelting away head and shoulders. Hilarie elbows in, bending low at the wait, rotating her torso - starts to pull herself together - nipping back counter left uppercuts to Sarah's head. Gellar pushing in close - crowding and smothering when she's not swinging away - Sarah collecting points with relentless scrubbing flurries, fighting off taller woman's chest and outworking Hilarie in the first.

R2: Sarah stalking Hilarie - crouching in low, weaving Burton's jab/right hand. Hilarie bringing the left back to her temple now - tightening up on defence: more than one Gellar looping right hits glove instead of temple. Sarah able to hound Burton to ropes, doing wonders with that rifling straight right to the midsection: Gellar finding a silver lining in her height disadvantage as she's able to plow that punch into Hilarie with 100% Sarah behind it. Burton earmuffed up, dippin' n' slippin', blocking shots - she's outworked again, giving up her height by lounging on the ropes - but she's stabilized her front and gotten her legs back through 2.

R3: Hilarie tracking Sarah with the jab better - pinging it off Gellar's forehead as Gellar tries to weave low. Hilarie slide-stepping back in good order, jabbing as she goes: Sarah getting tapped and knocked at, unable to penetrate. Where the left hand goes, the right can follow: Burton altering trajectory, dropping the right hand in and down, shafting the cross to Sarah's cheek and chin with devastating effect. Gellar ROCKED repeatedly as Hilarie punches downhill - Sarah forced to back off and regroup, shaking her head to clear it. Dilemma now clear for Gellar: she's hurt, banged up, losing the round - she needs to press harder to compete for those points. Result is a vicious turkey-shoot: Hilly hanging back, walking Sarah into the jab, drifting her the right cross, finishing a jagged, gouging left uppercut that takes Gellar to tummy, tits or chin as needed. Sarah shipping tremendous punishment - legs shabby, unable to hold canvas when Hilarie palms up to push Gellar's shoulders - but SMG refuses to bend the knee despite the pasting. Lumps, a woozy stagger, and emergency repairs for a staring, battered Sarah Michelle during the break: Hilarie taking on water, angry mouse purpling into view under left eye.

R4: Hilarie spikes Sarah with 4 unanswered jabs to open, stepping left, turning Gellar midring, then cashing her in a vicious, slinging right to mouth. Sarah steps out groggy, circling, blinking - she's cut in her mouth, eyes lumping up as Burton starts to take over. Hilarie stalking Sarah now - jabbing her heartlessly - Hilly stepping in and spearing that long poke, punching back Sarah's face. Right crosses constantly menace Gellar as she's sliding to her right at the ropes, or trying to duck away - but even if she evades that threat, Hilarie's withering left uppercut is often waiting. Coldblooded stuff - Burton's eyes bright as she walks Sarah down, pounding heavy punches in off that pulverizing jab. Finally, it's all too much: Hard right hand/left uppercut bingo to chin drops Sarah in dazed stupor to all fours at the bell.

R5: Hilarie circling to her left, eyes narrowed in concentration: she's working Gellar over with jabs. Sarah turning, reactions slowing: no more painful sight in boxing to see a girl get hit the jab on her face over and over again, as she slowly loses her ability to get out of the way. Hilarie pumping with ones and twos - pounding at Sarah's eyes, nose, forehead, mouth. Gellar's head jerking and jolting back - occasionally she'll duck the work, or shy away from it, but Burton's commitment is relentless. Gellar tries to reach in low to clinch, but Hilarie won't have it: Burton pushing Sarah in her shoulders, or pushing her head down to sidestep her, keeps Gellar out at the end of poke bell to bell. BREAK: Syren's beaming, but emphasizing a switch in tactics: "Okay - you're busting her up, I know you're lovin' it to her face, but I want you to dig to her ribs this round. Give me good touches down there HIlls - work her body and you'll get her out of there."

R6: Hilarie jabs to close, edge in close, weight on front left foot - dips and digs that vicious left uppercut to Sarah's ribs just beneath her right breast. Chopping right hand follows - thick, moist CHUP! noise spanking out from Sarah's embattled torso. Gellar face-in-gloves, elbows together at her tummy - she's tilting forward, biting back screams as Burton rips and licks her way to body domination. Hilarie closer than she's been, leaning in on front foot - Gellar's able to paw back at her - clouting right hands to that tender left eye, trading hooks to tummy - but the weight of shot is clearly to Burton's advantage. Gellar weepy, hugging herself back to her stool: Hilarie upbeat, getting the work done through 6.

R7: Hilarie back on the body, getting close, pushing off her back (right) big toe, weight on the front foot as she licks and digs small mitts to tight meat. Sarah with her tight V guard, stooped forward - bright, loud CHUP! PAKK! PIKK! noises sounding out as she absorbs sticky blows to flanks, tummy, ribs. Hilarie's cheeks rosey, brow sweaty with effort as she leans forward, cranks her punches: Hilarie's fists snapping back to her chest after gouging at Sarah's fleshas - real good dip n' rip delivery here. Gellar breaking down, sobbing in pain, but grimly competitive: she's still timing overhand rights to Hilarie's eye and swiping a tight hook to waist inside. Gellar unable to release combinations due to body-shock, but she IS driving in the odd muscular straight right to Hilarie's breadbasket, falling in afterward to try to smother. Sarah combatting Hilarie's pushing and bullying by grabbing hold of Burton's waistband with both hands, pulling taller beauty in close and hanging on for breaks. Hilarie has a brisk word with the ref about this at the bell.

R8: Hilarie harming Sarah to the body - small mitts tearing up firm tummy, gouging into ribmeat beneath either breast, working in behind either elbow of Gellar's defensive V front. Sarah punch-weary, stumbling forward: now she's taking nipping little uppercuts off her forehead as HIlarie steps back, walks the smaller beauty in. Burton in total command of the ring - widening stance as she steps out, giving ground while jabbing to line Sarah up for the plowing right cross. Hills tightening up stroke on her uppercuts - continuing to ravage and strafe downstairs, but also skidding across Sarah's hairline as Gellar tilts forward. Down the stretch, Hilarie drives home a penetrating right to forehead, stunning Gellar to her heels. Sarah stooping forward in her V, suddenly frozen: she's there for a vicious, lanky hook cranked in tight behind the right elbow, digging into the meat of Gellar's paunch at the trunkline. Moist little gasp of pain, SMG - she sinks in agony to all fours, panting, head bowed. It's over - Hilarie cruises past all leggy and scowling, making sure of her foe. KO8 to the body - Hilarie Burton.

After: Gellar faced with insurmountable challenges in this fight - forced to come forward, forced to adopt a high-risk slugging posture: Hilarie just ate the gamine veteran up tonight. "I was beating her senseless with my jab," Hilarie assesses postfight, left eye all busted up thanks to Sarah's gambling right hands. "But once I had her woozy, I went to the body and took the fight out of her. I just have too many weapons for a girl like Sarah. It's not like she's a bad fighter - she's a great fighter - but I'm not playing with these girls. When you get into the ring with HIlarie Burton, you're in for a pasting, and that's all there is to it!"