Before: Friends no longer - Connelly can't get over getting stopped by Dani in their last contest - Fishel vocal about expecting the same result. "I'm not belittling Jennifer," says a confident champion, "but I mean - I've been beaten, I've been knocked out - you take it, act like a woman, and move on. Connelly's sobbing on this topic is wearing a little thin and the way she goes on about her 'iron jaw' I think deep down means she doesn't trust her ability to take my punch. She's definitely so focused on what I did to her, that I think she's a scared fighter coming into this rematch." Connelly resentful of the remarks: "Maybe Dani forgets, but I'm the one has pushed consistently for this rematch. I'm not the one who has avoided the confrontation - Dani Fishel is. I've worked hard with Alyssa for this fight and I'm better prepared for Dani than anyone ever has been. I'm just glad it's finally going to happen." Speaking of Alyssa - she gets plenty of podium time as well, calling Dani the "Worst champion in boxing," and, "We'll prove it when Jenny lays her out cold. Fishel's fat gut's keeping that belt warm for the real owner, and this time it's going to be Connelly." Dani in grey stretch cotton boy cut trunks, teal sports bra, punchin' ponytail - Jennifer in navy sports bra, red boycut trunks.

During R1: Fishel forcing the issue early, backing Jen up as the girls shoulder up and trade hooks. Midway through, Connelly employing bump and shoot, spanks Fishel a sharp right cross, comes back a smashing hook on the eye and Dani wobble-butts backward several steps with a pained 'O' on her lips. Connelly pursuing with the jab, punching Dani's eyebrows, backing her to the ropes and consolidating with beefy rips to Fishel's stubborn paunch.

R2: Dani shakes off the punishment, fights off Jennifer's chest and grinds out a typical Fishel round. Connelly laying in, keeping her head close to Dani's pushing on Dani's biceps, but the little juggernaut having good success underneath. Fishel putting 'em together, putting mileage on those legs, backing Connelly up in close quarters slugging.

R3: Jennifer stepping out, using a solid jab to turn Dani early - Fishel figures it out, gets back to the chest with a leaping jab and starts punishing that ribcage. Jenny with her gloves at her face, stooped forward at the waist and standing right in front of Dani - Fishel grunting loudly as she puts it to her stationary foe. Thumping rights in the breadbasket, quick right uppercuts and clobbering left hooks - Connelly soaks it all up, getting worn out body and head as Fishel romps for points this round. Upon seeing Connelly visibly wobbly butt en route to her corner at the break - Dani flashes that winsome grin.

R4: Shutout Dani Fishel. All starts in that midsection - Dani's banging away with gusto, scoring hard, ripping shots, hobbling Connelly early in the round, then mopping her up as Jen stands and takes. Connelly covered up tight, blocking some of the direct impact, but she's not moving her head - she's a sucker for that right uppercut off the body shot from Dani, and Fishel's able to stroke that jaw a hook as Jen's weary face pops up.

R5: Jennifer Connelly gets tough, makes adjustments. Corner keeps drilling the jab into Jennifer - she responds, banging it between Dani's gloves, stepping to the left, relieving some of the awful pressure. For power, Jen's stumping in the straight right off the jab, then dipping down to get hurtful leverage on that hook to the ribs, sinking it in behind Dani's elbow. Fishel not as active this round - she's shipping leather, coming doggedly forward and paying the price.

R6: Dani's turn to outwork Jennifer. Fishel shooting her stubby jab to the chest, working her way inside and hustling to punish that flat gut with scrubbing dukes. Connelly hunching in head and gloves on Dani, but the crowding's not working - Fishel's able to chug underneath, back her girl up. Round ends with Connelly's back on the ropes, brunette answering back with tight licks from her face-guard on occasion, but taking murderous abuse to her waistline. At the bell - Dani grins, pats her knuckles against Jen's stomach and says, "This? All mine!" Connelly shows crimson, shoves back and both girls draw warnings.

R7: Dani heartless early, crumpling Jen with withering body shots - Connelly gritting her teeth, slumped forward onto Dani's shoulder and taking a THUMPING up underneath. Fishel strong with that left shoulder, just extending the left arm to push Jen off, then digging in hard to the midsection. Connelly open mouthed, groggy, right hand at her cheek, trying to catch Dani with little left hooks on the eye as the girls trade in tight. Down the stretch, Fishel mopping up and Jen taps the solarplexus a hook, freezing Fishel, turns her torso into a compact left uppercut and FISHEL IS HURT! Dani swooning backwards, then tilting forwards on liquid hips - Jen steps in with a tough shoulder and cranks that stubby left uppercut - all legs and back behind the shot. Dani taking flush, put wobbly butt - Jen steps right, CRANKS that tight hook to the left eye and has Fishel in stupor at the bell.

R8: Feverish work on Dani in the corner as the champ gets the 'salts, but she comes rocketing off her stool for payback. Connelly tackled, crammed into her turnbuckle - Fishel pushing in with her head and shoulders, then stuffing leather into the body - Jennifer bent over, gloves at her face, elbows in, swatting tight licks, but getting buried in output. Final minute, Fishel pushes in the left mitt to stabilized and gets ROCKED a left uppercut! Dani stunned, frozen in place - Jen doubles up the left uppercut, beating Fishel onto her heels. Jen steps right, clubbing the hook to that left eye - step right, clubs the hook - FISHEL'S UNRAVELLING! Connelly POUNDING that left eye with the driving right cross off the back foot, coming back with a shattering hook that nails Dani square in the face. Fishel taking a bombardment, staggering forward and gets LIT a savage right uppercut - mouthpiece twirling into the air as the champ sways in desperate trouble. Connelly turning over a vintage hook, catching Dani flush on the jaw and FISHEL GOES OUT! Connelly steps back with a squeal as Fishel tumbles forward, sprawling on her face at the brunette's feet. The winner and NEW bantam champion - Jen Connelly KO8!

After: Jennifer parading, prancing in victory, jumping into the arms of her trainers, hoisting a patched-up Alyssa high into the air - sweet, sweet revenge via KO leaves Fishel out on her face. "She TASTED it!" Jennifer bellows at the camera, right arm around Milano's shoulders, left hand up with the 'number 1' sign flashing, "We worked so hard on getting the uppercut as tight as it could be, along with the jab, and it all paid off!" Woozy Dani further taunted on her stool when Alyssa saunters over with title belts across her shoulders, shouting: "ONE AND OUT! ONE AND OUT!" doing the dirty work that Connelly's too classy for. "She caught me," a disappointed Fishel says in postfight, "I was winning and she caught me. I think Jennifer's celebration was overkill - I never rubbed her face in it when I stopped her and I don't think she showed me the kind of respect due a champion. Connelly's going to learn that in the FCBA, there's always another night. I'll be back, and I'm not forgetting how she acted."