Before: "It's that whole 'oscar winner taking out the trash' thing," Connelly says in prefight, explaining the appeal of Decesare/Connelly. "People love to see me get my hands dirty - they love the contrast. I mean, just look at her: is there anything about Carmella that doesn't say 'slut'?" Decesare a little taken aback - wasn't expecting smack in prefight. "All I can say is, I guess Jennifer's more threatened by me than I thought she'd be. She's the favourite, she's the former champ - you'd think she'd be more gracious if she had any confidence. I guess she's seen me hurt girls with my right hand and it's got her thinking." Carmella in shades-of-yellow rising sun bikini - Jen in Raquel's hot pink bra and panties from 1967's 'Bedazzled'.

During R1: Connelly dictating. Spanking jabs fix Decesare's position, Connelly dropping tidy right hands, mopping up hooks in the ribs. Carmella flat footed, a little star-struck: she's standing dukes up, accepting stroke across her ribs, stumbling a little as she partially blocks the right hands up top. Nothing back from Carm - Jennifer taking what she wants in the first.

R2: Connelly steps it up, stroking her hook up and down Carmella's willowy right side, buffetting playmate sideways. Decesare breaking down under the consistent shelling, backing straight up - Jen able to extend on hooks to the jaw and Carmella's put wobbly butt at the midway point. Final minute mop up: Jen at the ropes, putting it to Decesare hard - batting rights and lefts above the hips, meanspirited little curling rights up into jug as Carm leans forward huuuuuurt. Back to back shutouts Connelly - she can't help swishing a little as she walks.

R3: Connelly happy in her work, freezing D with a decoy right hand, back underneath with a snappy hook to waist - Jen just putting work on Carm. Midway through, Jen hooking to body, Carmella timing her body-lean drives the right while holding the left at her thigh - she cashes in ALL of Jen's chin with lanky clobber. CONNELLY'S WOBBLY BUTT! Stark astonishment in Jen's eyes - backside trembling for many seconds after the poke as shock travels down ex-champ's body: Decesare takes over. Carmella less effective when she squares away to lather - too excited, sort of arm punching and slapping as Connelly sits in the ropes. Jen covered up well, bending low, moving her head - she's able to ride it out to the bell. Tempers flare - Connelly's pride hurt, she chests up with a 'how-dare-you' attitude - Decesare chests right back, refusing to show deference.

R4: Carmella's loosened up, left hand low, right hand at her chest as she slides, shuffles right, feinting with her head, looking to lean in and score another slinging cross. Jennifer back to the snappy-stiff stick - marking up Carmella's face nicely, tarting up her chest but missing the right hands: Decesare leaning away from the table-setting cross. Down the stretch, Decesare rocks back from a Connelly right, steps in low, hauls that limber right over top and JENNIFER GOES DOWN! Connelly caught left side of the jaw, hands dropping to her lap as she topples sideways to the mat - PARALYZING knockdown! Carmella yelping with delight - hopping to neutrall corner - only Connelly's pride helps her shake off the KO. Swaying 8 Jen: she's saved by the bell, staring hollow-eyed as Decesare points a taunting glove from across the ring.

R5: Connelly always in great condition, recuperates well, up off her stool jaw set, eyes hard. Jabs to get Carmella leaning back, step to the right to make Decesare move her feet and reset. Minute mark - Carmella leaning back, hands low, misjudges distance and gets her head swivelled a crashing Jen Connelly hook. Carmella sprawling to her back - she's queasy-weak propping up on her elbows, head lolling. D makes it up at 10, but ref doesn't like the look of those legs, waving it off unacceptable damage can be done. TKO5 Jen Connelly.

After: Connelly still fiery-eyed as gloves are removed - forced to come from behind, dropped, hurt - her walk in the park turned into an unexpected clambake tonight. "I got careless," Jen shrugs, dismissing Carmella's efforts. "The fight was so easy early - I mean, whatever I saw on Decesare, I took, you know? I got caught taking a picture, but once I woke up, there wasn't much she could do."