Before: Visser a promising athlete, big enough for welterweight, disciplined enough to make 130 and owning a fair sized grudge where Casta's concerned. "It's time to take Frenchie apart," drawls Nik in an Aussie twang, "no way she beats me twice!"

Laetitia confident her compact punching and experience still has her head and shoulders over the likes of Visser. "Liz proved how raw Nikki still is, and I'll close the case for good. Fighting Technetium women is no way to develop a fighter - this blonde's getting ruined."

Casta in royal blue bikini, white fleur de lis print, Visser in tan leather bikini, western cross stitching, slick ponytail.

During R1: Girls meet midring, Casta probing Visser with jabs, sliding back to invite Nikki forward - halfway through minute one Laetitia slides a pretty right cross onto Nikki's chin, stays in there to dig a jagged left to tummy, eases out and picks Nikki up the forget-me-not hook - Visser's put wobbly butt, rocked. Nikki grimly trying to close, get muscular on Laetitia - Casta simply gorgeous as she slides back from pressure, dragging her front foot, greasing pretty Nicki with slick counter-hooks, darting lead right hands, thumping hooks to breadbasket all the while slipping and evading the receipts. Second minute, quick trade in right hands - Casta curling back with a TIGHT little hook, right hand at her cheek as she twists her torso through the punch and poor Nikki's hurt AGAIN! Visser stepping in fence post holes - Laetitia sees the stagger, pounces in with a chopping right on the ear, dips forward onto her front foot to get that hook to belly, HOOK to belly and NIKKI TAKES A KNEE! Visser takes a tremble-bodied 8, confidently telling the ref she's ready to go - Nik stalking off the ropes ready to battle despite shipping some terrific damage early. Blonde bravery's a mistake. Casta never better - easing back from Nikki, eyes bright, calculating - there's the hook in the belly, slide-back, hook on the chops, turn, right hand on the jaw, quick hook on the teeth, pivot, clawing hook across jugs. Visser shredded, stamping forward, pushing and slapping punches when she's stacked up a hard right hand on her chin that has stout Aussie torso sliding on firm Aussie hips. Casta easing onto her back foot, turning her torso to get that slick, oily hook onto Visser's tempting chin - lights out Nikki as her head snaps, gorgeous body topples straight back to stretch out cold on the canvas. Sensational KO1 Laetitia Casta.

After: Casta pleased as punch, preening and circling around the fallen blonde, staring down at the defeated beauty - brunette has blonde's number big time. Visser brought around in stages, numb, shaky, but in the end, Nikki's a model and knows what's coming.

Strutting walk of shame from Casta as she drags a weakened Visser around the ring, stops to prop the blonde chest first in her own corner, left leg draped over that middle strand - Nikki's eyelashes fluttering prettily as she hugs turnbuckle instinctively. Casta malicious as she rares back, then drives in a sordid forearm smash across helpless kidneys, carrying her body onto Nikki's back, Casta's smiling face over Nikki's left shoulder contrasting Laetitia's orgiastic satisfaction with Visser's pain-locked grimace. Scattered booing from the audience - Casta needlessly piling on just to make Visser understand what 0 and 2 feels like.