Before: Halle acknowledging the Oscar pedigree of her opponent, but very confident about the outcome. "She's tailor-made for me," Halle breezes on Connelly, "seriously - I'm gonna pretty this girl up. You know how I do - I get sexy in there, I work it - Jen-Jen's in for a long night. I don't see her going out like that punk Daniel - JC's got too much heart for that - but she's gonna get her butt kicked for sure." Connelly non-plussed, unfazed by the pre-fight hype. "Halle did a nice job on Daniel, I'll give her that - but Brittany and I are total opposites in the ring. I'll be aggressively taking it to Halle's body, wearing out those legs, then tagging that chin. Berry's got those million dollar feet, but they're holding up a cheap, imitation chin that's ALL glass. Who's tailor made for whom here?" Berry in pink bra style cliff diving bikini from Bond - Connelly in navy bikini, slick ponytail.

During R1: Halle pretties it up early. Dazzling footwork, circling, darting in and out. Spak-Spek jab, spanking off the face, reddening up Jen's upper-chest. Well placed right hands: Connelly defends up top - Halle spots the right in Jen's side; Connelly crouches and protects the midriff, Berry drops the cross clean over the guard. Down the stretch - Berry bouncing, stepping back - she blocks a Connelly hook, comes back IMMEDIATELY with a snap-hook off the chin and JEN GOES DOWN! Connelly up quick, shaking her head in amazement - she hunches up, walks forward off the ropes. Halle grinning, stooping to jab that belly, sliding back - she fades the Connelly jab, rockets over top a searing right to the ear, steps in pretty to clip the hook and JEN GOES DOWN AGAIN! Connelly clouted to her backside - she's tender and slow getting up this time - swaying hurt at the bell.

R2: Berry leggy, putting on a defensive clinic with her arms still humming from the output in the first - not much O from HB. Connelly shakes it off, comes out determined - right hand at her cheek, step-and-stab jabbing - Jenny's taking the fight to Halle. Halle impressive at the ropes, left shoulder pointed at Jen, she slips and rolls Connelly's punches, showing a little Mayweather look as nothing lands flush, allowing Berry to slide to the side when she chooses. Connelly the aggressor, pockets points - Berry so smooth though, looks good even when she doesn't really work in there.

R3: Girls get to jabbing midring - meanspirited, intense darts to one another's faces and tummies. Slow circle to the left, eyes locked, both girls intent on busting the other up with patient, stabbing sticks at distance. Connelly shows her class by hanging with Berry at this game, but final minute: Halle stepping right around the tummy jab, slides back and walks Jen into a clipping check-hook. Connelly stepping funky, covers up - Halle's into her with a slashing right on the ear, hook on the mouth, hook in the tits, HOOK IN THE TITS! Halle really laying on the licks - Jen staggering away hurt, trying to keep her guard intact. Berry bouncing forward, swatting and chopping punches in fluid combinations - she has Connelly in rags at the bell under the batting flurry.

R4: Connelly won't punk. She's soaked up Halle's best punches, shaken them off in the breaks and come out reasonably collected each round. Jen disciplined, jabbing Halle to the breasts, closing distance, then trying to fit a stubby right hand over Berry's protective left shoulder. Halle giving ground, shoeshining and spinning off the ropes, but she can't disguise the fact that Connelly's walking her down. Nice comeback round Jen - she lands some glancing blows to Halle's head and some nice stroking blows along the ribcage for the long haul.

R5: Halle getting comfortable with her range now, not bailing out so much, just sliding back or stepping to the side, keeping that slicing jab on Jen. Connelly moving forward, gloves at her temples, but she's posing for flashy Berry combinations - Halle getting off pretty from her front foot then pivoting out of danger. Connelly wisely ignoring the head, timing Halle's bursts and occasionally stroking her a hook in the waist before Berry can get away.

R6: Shutout Halle Berry. Berry increasingly confident, lowering her hands - she's leaning juuuust out of reach, moving just in time - she's got her girl measured. Halle punching sweet, giving a little shoulder feint, poking home the lead right between Connelly's gloves, slapping the hook off Jen's ear. Halle's jab pumping hard, doubling and tripling as Berry glides to the left. Connelly at the end of Halle's punching, confused - Berry taking what she wants breasts and chin as combinations flow at the bell.

R7: Halle smiling, showboating - now she's turning Connelly midring with saucy pushes behind Connelly's elbows, painting her those dazzling combinations, knocking back her face the jab. Jen stoic, coming forward - jab that had been giving Berry problems seems forgotten as Connelly tries to force the action. Down the stretch, Berry complacent as she steps back, hands down - Connelly steps with, misses a reaching right to the chin, but turns over a CLANGING hook that has the crowd screaming in shock. Berry clattering back into the ropes, nearly goes down, barely covers up in time as Connelly rampages in! Jenny finally getting off, bracing Halle with the forehead and rude palms, then hooking her in the ribs as Berry hunches forward. Connelly banging away without mercy to the bell - Halle finally reaching in woozy to clinch, eyes forlorn.

R8: Halle's hands up, eyes flashing - she got a wake up call. End of the first minute, Halle stepping left away from the hook, jabbing tummy and head - she suddenly jumps in with a little hook on the mouth, puts the right hand on top and CONNELLY staggers back! Jen on her heels, hits the ropes, stoops forward at the waist and Berry SAVAGES her with a blur of slashing punches. Jenny riding it out - busted up over the right eye, but she starts working out of the crouch to get to Berry's midriff late, avoiding the shutout.

R9: Halle Berry shows she's not all finesse - meanstreak shows up as she goes after Jennifer's right eye with heartless determination. Jabbing it, hooking it, bouncing lead rights off it - Halle singleminded as she upgrades the cut to a gash, closing the eye this round. Crowd groaning whenever Jenny ships a hard shot, then another, sometimes another - Connelly not doing much defensively at this point, lumping up badly and getting by on guts alone.

R10: Shoeshining flurry to the breadbasket has Jen hunched forward hurt - Halle helps herself with jug-mugging uppercuts, grinning as she lefts leather up into Jen's overhanging bulge. Halle bounces away, luring Jen to the ropes - shoots the lead right to the mouth, sidesteps, leaves Connelly staring at air. Jen a step behind, Berry just outclassing her, legging out the rounds when a spitting brace of jabs negotiates Halle to the ropes. Jen crouching in, slipping under a pre-emptive right, hooking Berry a counter in the ribs, coming off the body the left uppercut and HALLE'S HURT! Halle reaches boozy to clinch and JEN GOES TO BERRY'S JUGS! Halle stupified as Jen just hammers away, pumping up out of her crouch with both guns blazing. Halle finally swamps her girl, tieing up and clamping down - ref reefing at Berry's glistening arm at the bell. Comes back UD10 Halle Berry.

After: Connelly finishing strong - Berry kind of coasting to the finish line, but Jen just gave up too much ground early on to make up. "I knew she wouldn't go," says a sweaty Halle B in postfight. "Lord, I CRACKED her some beauties, but she just wouldn't give it up. So I just put it on her, 5,6,7 punches at a time, keeping her all wrapped up - that's how you do Jen Connelly." Another gallant effort from Connelly, evidently having more problems with speed than she does size or strength in her opponents.