Before: "I'm enjoying the challenge of coming back," a dimply, refreshed Jen G tells press in prefight. "Everybody's pretty quick to write me off these days...either I'm too old, or I'm too slow, or I'm not hot enough, or whatever...it's like people have forgotten that I used to OWN this division. So now here's Anna. I know she has been specifically trained to beat me - I get that - but I'll believe it when I see it. As for Abrams' and his crew of haters, all I can say is: get over it. And get ready to replace Anna with somebody new!"

Torv in simple black bra and panties; long blonde hair loose; black gloves. Jennifer in baby blue bra style bikini top/navy bottoms; white gloves; medium length brown hair loose.

During R1: Long jabs from Anna - she's looking for rangy right hands. Garner spitting her jab, looking to weave close and bang ribcage. Jen getting her own way more of the time: fighting inside Anna's reach, bouncing rights and lefts of Australian torso. Torv slick - pivoting to keep from getting ropebound - fitting Jen for the odd counter uppercut inside as Garner works for points.

R2: Similar stuff: Anna being patient behind the jab, trying to intercept Jen coming in, or clip the right uppercut when girls brawl in close. Garner applying pressure, staying compact: she's keeping elbows in, working her way to close range before releasing short, pulverizing blows to Torv's breasts and flanks. Good pounding stuff: classy Anna pivoting around, punching in spots, but unable to dictate terms to a busy Garner through 2.

R3: Jen attacking again, focusing on Anna's sleek ribcage: Aussie finally gets it right. Minute mark - Torv walks Jen into a crunching right cross: Garner gobbles up well, but she's stunned, forced to cover up. Anna over to offence with a vengeance - snarling as she licks her hook across Jen's stout paunch; leans in to strafe Jen slashing right hands up top. Garner's defences soon shredded - Anna's penetrating, leaning in and PASTING Jennifer! THERE GO GARNER'S LEGS! Jen's sturdy pins finally give way - she staggers to ropes in disarray. All Torv to the bell: she gets rangy on Jen - lashing and licking away as Garner sits in ropes and soaks. Lengthy dose of butt-kicking earns hard-eyed Anna a 10-8 without the knockdown.

R4: Garner busting up, shopworn: she's still hurting, unable to recover on her stool. Anna turns tall blonde stalker - walking Jennifer down - finding her with jabs, leaning in to kiss her heavy, slinging right crosses. Jennifer strafed - punched into stumbling retreat. Brunette doing a good job keeping dukes up, using her legs to move along the perimeter - but it's another steady, shellacking round for Anna as blonde patiently gets after brunette through 4.

R5: Garner with a blunt, short, straight, palm-down right hand jammed in stiff beneath Anna's left breast sets up a biting hook to chin: TORV IS HURT! Anna showing how-could-you eyes - she staggers away blinking, trying to rally. Jennifer cold eyed, snarling as she pounces-to: Garner muscling Torv to ropes, there to work her over. Good muscular shove-and-slug: Jen pushing up on Anna to stack her, then getting after those sleek outback ribs. Torv gasping in pain - frequently punched to a seat in the ropes - but she's combative. Late the round, Anna arches her back, clips Jen some short right uppercuts in close to avoid the shutout.

R6: Garner able to up the pressure - once again driving into Anna's ribcage with straight right set up punches, then hooking her body or head. Torv wilting under the onslaught: lean blonde mouthbreathing, wincing as she's slugged to ropes. Jennifer pursuing - leaning in and pumping her arms to deliver pounding left/rights in thudding sequences. Torv issues fight's first clinches, mouth open on Jen's shoulder as Garner makes her foe take weight.

R7: Pressure to the body visibly breaking Anna down while setting up the rest of Garner's offensive package. Jen proving adept at collapsing Anna's classy jab: blonde routinely forced to either lope backwards, or fight Jen chest to chest. Garner's short, ripping punches bounce off Anna's flanks with authority: Jennifer's brawny shoulders and back shredding into relief as she tenses to slug. Anna's lithe, strong legs a little sluggish: she's laying in Jen a lot, tying up Garner's arm, hanging on for breaks. No one punch does it, but Anna's wobbly butt down the stretch, just catching more of a bludgeoning than is good for a girl through 7.

R8: Anna bares her teeth, fighting back with desperate aggression. Jennifer clipped coming in: a shearing, slinging right hand; Garner's wobbly butt. Anna over to offence - shouting as she drags the limber hook into offending Garner paunch; bending her back to get short right uppercuts through Jen's guard. Jennifer soaking up bombs - chin and body - but legs proving sturdy: she's taking Anna's firmest clouts here. Down the stretch, Anna in danger of punching herself off: smouldering, she uses her legs to distance herself, allowing Jennifer to bull forward once again.

R9: More sleek, well placed, well timed power punching from Torv, puts Jen on high alert. Garner busting up around her eyes, reactions starting to low from the pulse of Anna's piercing jab. Torv able to pour heavy, single right crosses in over Jen's left shoulder, turning Garner's head aside and buckling her knees. Again, Jen proves stout - taking clean, hard power to her chin: she's hurt, but curvy legs hold her up as she buys time to rally. Anna circling, pumping stick, finding spots to lean in and clean up righty: she pastes Jennifer this round, but can't get her to take a seat.

R10: Jennifer pushing forward as she has done all night: pressure the answer for Ms. Garner tonight. Anna wilting: she's hit Jen with everything she's got - Torv now in oxygen-debt, trying to leg away from contact. Garner not having it: Jen still able to scoot into position, fight off Anna's chest: brunette hounds blonde along all four ropes, pummelling that body. Anna shabby down the stretch, clinching and hanging on: by the bell, it's all Garner imposing her will. Comes back one point duke - Jennifer Garner.

After: Successful return for Jennifer Garner puts dimples in that smiling face: glares from Abrams' henchmen; Torv hugging her ribs and looking achy; 'Liz Mitchell standing nearby her usual cool, aloof self as Garner's people take center stage. "Mission accomplished," says a lumped up, but upbeat Jen in postfight. "Actually, I was surprised...this girl backed up a lot of her talk. Not the winning part of course - a little too much me in her ribs for that, I'm afraid - but she IS a good, slick fighter with surprising heart for a blonde. She hurt me a few times, and dictated in spots: honestly, that's more than I anticipated from her. She's no Garner 2.0; I'd say more like a Garner 0.75!"