Before: Daniel not her usual yukster self in pre-fight - she's sullen with the press, resentful of their snubbing during the Diaz build up, still hurting from the title defeat, stung by vicious fighter-gossip in the gyms - she's a surly blonde with a chip on her shoulder. Casta upbeat, much more positive, signing autographs, helping the promotion - she looks the confident fighter coming in. Daniel eventually can't take it any more - approaching Casta, tugging the front of her blouse out and examining the contents with a frowning look of disapproval - usual mayhem ensues.

Laetitia in royal blue bikini, white fleur de lis print - Brittany in black lace triangle bikini, underwire.

During R1: Busy Daniel takes it to Casta early. Blonde approaching with dukes up high, chopping 'em down onto Laetitia in clawing lefts and rights to occupy Casta's guard, then leaning over to hook around the right flank and THEN scuffing Casta's tits the left as she drops her elbow to protect the body. Laetitia backing up in good order, trying to get the jab going - Daniel stepping with and double-poking the right over top, keeping Casta off balance. 'Titia bending her knees and forcing the right hand through flat to midriff, stops Brittany's forward momentum late.

R2: Casta getting her jab unpacked, keeping Daniel outside, steering her midring. Laetitia jabbing up top, bending and swinging a meaty right at Daniel's stomach - both women going to the body effectively early. Brittany backing up now, getting her own jab going to buy her space so she can step out and regroup.

R3: Casta working behind her jab, slinging home the underhand right to belly, turning over the hook up top with crowd-pleasing pop. Daniel earmuffing up and standing her ground, coming right back with brisk hooks across the chest and a tidy right hand on the mouth as Casta too refuses to give ground. Spirited, but controlled stuff, girls tic-tac-toeing up and down each other, mixing it up well but a late collision of hooks goes Brittany's way. Casta weak-kneed, reaching to clinch - Daniel stepping back in good order walks the French girl into robust side to side tit scrubbing, drawing a boozy cry of hurt at the bell.

R4: Fight breaks out. Daniel hard across the ring, tackling Casta into her corner, bodying up on her in a series of tuff jostles, then standing up in the stirrups to tear up that rack! Crowd on it's feet at the sheer joie de vivre of the romping attack - Casta just sick as her puppies are pancaked by a heartless blonde. Laetitia repeatedly trying to clinch and being beaten back by relentless, furious punching - Daniel migrating from the tits to chop a right to the chin, put the hook on top and CASTA GOES DOWN! Laetitia on her haunches - Daniel helps herself to a ringing hook on the temple as the ref jumps in - it's SO wrong to hit a girl when she's down. Laetitia up at 8, boiling and she wades off the ropes as Daniel charges in - girls fall in together, Casta jamming her right to jaw before the lock up and DANIEL'S STUNNED! Laetitia shoving Brit off, stepping right and lavishing the blonde a vindictive right hand blast on the kidneys - Brit stiffened, stooped forward elbows dropping - Casta hooking her hard in the belly and shouldering her into the ropes. Laetitia mopping up big down the stretch, fists low, all ham-handed leverage as she sets and lugs thick punches flat against Daniel's struggling body. Brittany pale, cramped as she sits on the strands at the bell - Casta's brawny come-back from the canvas makes it a 10-9 Brittany instead of 10-8.

R5: Casta aggressively taking midring and pinning Brittany to the perimeter with a thumping jab - blonde backing away from the stick, stepping out on the right hand - Casta's got her spooked as brunette starts leaning into bombs. Laetitia stalking, swinging the wide right to the body to stop Brittany's lateral movement, then hooking jaw as Brittany keeps her right hand up to block. All Casta to the last minute - Laetitia really trying to bury her right fist in Brittany's trembling belly, but Daniel's timed the stroke. Brit folding to accept the body shot, quickly snaps off her hook as Laetitia's loading hers up and CASTA'S HURT! Brit coming off the chin with a thumping flurry to the solar plexus and stomach, folding French woman forward - Daniel pulling the back of Casta's head forward to sidestep - brunette face first into the ropes. Withering beat down administered from Daniel on wounded prey - much more measured and heavy handed than usual. Brit shifting left, digging her hook into quivering French kidney, shouldering Casta into the ropes all thick and heavy. Left uppercut tight to the tits, curl it again to catch her chin, then back in behind the elbow again, drawing a woozy shout of pain as Casta bends forward. Brittany loosening up, propping Laetitia up under the chin with the left elbow, then slashing at her face the right, back with the left in the body, stepping right to really hook the solar plexus and THE REF STEPS IN! It's OVER - Casta's face stretched in agony as she clutches ruined guts - Daniel smoldering, stalking behind the official as if she wants more - savage TKO5 Brittany D.

After: Krusher fighters don't let Tech fighters off easy - Daniel gets her gloves removed, running fingers through her sweaty tousle, taking a big swig from a water bottle and promptly stomps over to plunder what's left. Casta shaking on her stool, harmed in her body - Daniel hugging her up chest to chest to pull her to her feet, roughly shoving her face first into the ropes. Brit muscles up as never before, holding a howling French girl down with a left forearm brawny across the upperback, right hand taking great clapping rips at royal blue buttock, sending shockwaves through the flesh. Laetitia clutching the top rope, eyebrows arched high, mouth pouted open as fresh cries of pain and indignation are wrenched from her lips. Daniel wears out the right palm, stations herself with hands on Casta's world class hips and RAMS A KNEE HARD TO RUMP! Casta screaming out and falling to her right knee, shocked with pain - Daniel finally pulled off by officials who can't take any more of this. Brittany escorted from the ring by a phalanx of security, blonde still spitting bile and wanting more Laetitia.