Posted by Simguy on 2/11/2005 

Getting to right an ancient wrong - loss to Warren years ago still galls. "Estella's tall and very good at using her height," admits Laetitia in prefight. "But she's never really graduated from the Model class of fighter as I have - her class is not of the best quality. My punching power and my elan will prove the difference: Estella Warren cannot stand against me."

Busy Estella basking in the glow of challenges pouring in, picking and choosing from offers - Laetitia Casta's one she couldn't pass on. "I know I can look tremendous against Laetitia," beams Estella, "she's the perfect fight for me right now. She can't hurt me, she can't box with me - I'll be able to pick her apart and showcase a bit. I'm excited - it's been a while since I've stretched a girl out and I have a good feeling about Casta's suspect chin!"

Catchweight of 130 - but Warren the naturally bigger beauty - very smug as she looks down on Casta during ring instructions.

Laetitia hair up, soft leopard print bikini - Estella in black bikini, bra style straps.

During R1: Casta dukes up, stepping into a firm jab to Warren's chest, hanging around in there to clip the hook and drive through on a sturdy right to Warren's chin - she's got Estella bailing early. Warren tagged a couple of times and not liking it - she spends the last half of the round loping leggy around the perimeter, forfeiting the points to belligerent Laetitia in the first.

R2: Warren finding her range, using her footwork - she's spackling Laetitia a good licking stick this round. Warren circling left, occasionally changing direction, really extending on jabs - harsh spanking blows crash off Casta's raised guard or face. Laetitia's own jab coming up short - she's basically trying to time shooting rights over Warren's stick.

R3: Laetitia gets it right: Warren dangles a long jab a heartbeat too long - Casta steps in with a jamming right over top and DROPS WARREN TO HER KNEES! Happy smile Laetitia as she skips to neutral corner - Estella up quick, flushed, shaking her head as ref gives her 8. Estella showing good resilience, sharpness - jabbing her way off the ropes, spreading Casta out and controlling matters midring. 'Tish getting touched up stick, more and more looking to load up and hammer Warren's jaw with single right hand haymakers.

R4: Warren really getting after it, stunning Casta jabs, spanking back her face, pounding her upperchest. Estella pivoting left, very lanky - she's able to stride back out of range whenever Casta mounts rushes - blonde maintaining distance. Mostly pounding stick, but Estella mixing it up - occasionally dragging a thumping right to the pit of Casta belly, clapping a hook on top to stagger French legs. Rifling right crosses make an appearance late, ploughing past Casta's guard and swivelling her head - sunny smile Warren as she lights Laetitia up, leaves her wobbly butt at the bell.

R5: Casta right back - shaking off Warren's power: so much for the 'questionable chin' myth. Laetitia bull-headed, stepping in and hammering Estella to the ribs with rousing, right/left bludgeoning action - Warren shying away, baring her teeth as Casta's fists drum away on long blonde torso.

R6: Casta still on the march - brazen - stepping to Warren, slugging from her hips, pulling concussive lefts and rights into the chest, ribs and tum. Warren sliding back and to the side - always looking to create room to extend. All Casta till a late brace of Warren jabs has French beauty confused - CRASHING right hand splatters against brunette chin, swivels the head and lights up French backside. Casta stepping in fence post holes, hands at temples: Warren grinning, but content to stay outside and molest with jabs to the bell.

R7,8: Warren steadily imposing her will and style on the fight. Casta bruising up under the constant bash of Warren's limber-limbed jab - Estella with her hand open, slight backhand whip draws warnings as she steps and pounds away to her heart's content. Casta dukes up, sullen, leaning onto her back foot, earmuffing up to bend forward - she's not getting off much as Warren turns her, sticks her for points. Estella not too proud to grab when Laetitia gets close - pulling down on Casta's head to sidestep around her, or wrapping her up snug for ref's breaks. At one point, Estella folds Laetitia into a front headlock under blonde left arm, reaching in to lace French jugs with the right hand while looking innocently off into the audience.

R9: Warren still pumping the jab, circling outside, but putting together gobsmacking power this round for a devastating shutout. Warren driving in off her right toe, turning over that right ankle as she bites down on murderous right crosses: Casta's chin taking a terrible drilling as Warren lands again and again throughout the round. La'Tish getting smoked, staggered, but simply covering up and suffering without going down - chin baffling experts at ringside who didn't think Casta could withstand this kind of shellack. Warren mixing up occasionally with the dragging right to paunch, clapping left hand to jaw - Casta wandering sideways, hurt from these shots, but refusing to give Warren satisfaction. Estella grinning, working up a healthy sweat by the bell - hands on hips, she looks Laetitia all the way back to her corner as Casta reels uncertainly to her stool.

R10: Tragically beaten Laetitia comes out stubborn: dukes at temples, trudging forward, coaxing her legs to life for three more minutes. Warren not about to change the recipe - staying well away, spearing in her pulverizing jab, seeking opportunistic booming right crosses on occasion and holding whenever feasible. Estella breezy to the finish line, peppering and pounding - she lifts her hands at the bell and drinks in the sight of a well-beaten, thoroughly demoralized Casta. UD10 Estella Warren.

After: Warren strutting, grinning, hamming it up for press and accepting accolades from supporters - Estella fighting her fight and loving it on the smaller French vixen. Laetitia all lumped up, but bewildering pundits with her iron-jawed resilience - nobody could have guessed Casta would stand up to Warren's best leather all night long like this.

"I'm clicking on all cylinders," Estella happily reports in postfight. "Laetitia was never in it - I had her beat from the opening bell: just too much size, too much strength and ability - too much Estella for Laetitia tonight!"