Before: Navi not as classically athletic as Jess Biel - but she's every bit as electric when it comes to stirring early-round blow outs. "It's power," Navi shrugs in explanation. "Power and commitment: I just don't take no for an answer. Nobody trains to get knocked out - girls have pride, they want to be brave, they want to hold their canvas, they WANT to do all that stuff - but when I hit 'em, their whole world changes. I'm gonna blow the doors of Annie; that doesn't make her a bad fighter - it just means that I don't settle for anything less when I step into a girl."

Hathaway pursing her lips - if she's scared, she's not showing it. "I've been in with Tish Casta, Trish Helfer - real solid pros," Anne says, "Navi's not in that class. Navi's no more polished than me - she just hits harder. So, I'm going to box her, hurt her for respect, back her up and bully her. Laugh if you want - just don't bet against me if you know what's good for you."

Hathaway in royal blue bandeau bikini with neck loop - white gloves. Navi in punchin' peach bikini, black gloves.

During R1: Navi out weaving side to side, nibbling her gloves: Hathaway announces herself with a brace of six stiff jabs while hot-steppin' clockwise. Rawat frowning, well-struck: she's out on the end of Anne's poke, staring as a firm right cross splits her guard. Jab, jab - Hathaway stepping left as she tamps Navi down - Rawat glaring, taking skidding poke off her hairline, ducks down on reflex - EATS THE RIGHT UPPERCUT! Sharp, popping blast puts Navi wobbly butt. Rawat stunned, angry - steps forward punching righty: Anne with a half-step back evades it, then leans back into catch Navi a tart right cross to mouth. Jab-screen scrapes against Navi's forehead and hairline, covering Anne's counterclockwise movement. Rawat pawing her jab, trying to line Anne up for destruction: Hathaway fades half a step back, then leans into beat Navi to the right hand. Rawat clipped HARD as her own right sails sadly overhead - Navi's legs give way - she stumbles backward out of control and SCOOTS TO HER BUTT AT ROPES! Crowd roaring to collective feet: Anne putting Navi down is an upset all in itself. Creaky 8 Rawat - she's shabby, nibbling her gloves as ref barks count - Navi's eyes glassy, nose bleeding: on comes Annie. Thump-thump left/right takes Rawat firmly in her tummy: Anne with a brawny knuckle shove, bumps Navi in her gloves to prop her in the ropes. PASTING! Anne squaring away - pushing her mitts into Navi's then rhythmically bouncing fists off Rawat's sleepy face: tight lefts off the right foot; tight rights off the left foot. Poor Navi! Rawat facing into damage - punched groggily onto one foot, then the other, swaying hurt in front of Anne's onslaught: Rawat's beautiful face being pounded around by point-blank, sickening power shots and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - TKO1 Ann-freaking-Hathaway?

After: Rawat's hands at her sides as she's cuddled to safety - she's out on her feet, too badly battered to offer any cogent reaction. Annie leaping in exultation, punching her fists in the air - gigantic upset the biggest win of Hathaway's career. Perhaps she can then be forgiven for a bit of sauce at Navi's expense in the aftermath. Grinning Annie riding her left arm strong around Navi's neck as the girls stand side by side - Hathaway holding smelling salts under Rawat's nose, delighting in Navi's groggy, pathetic shudders and protests. Hathaway salts it away in style - taking the salts, popping 'em into the back of Navi's swimsuit bottoms and patting her KO'd ass with a happy grin. "I thought her trunks were sagging a little after I beat her loopy," Ann chortles in postfight. "Thought they could use a little perking up!" Ouch.