Before: "The whole world expects me to shoot for Laetitia's chin," Amanda says in prefight, "including Casta - she's not stupid. This is my chance to move up in my own stable and I'm not going to blow it looking for the KO1 - if it's there, I'll take it, but I'm going to work Laetitia right for this win. Either I'll stop her early or break her down late, but make no mistake: Laetitia Casta is mine." Casta brushing off criticism following her first-round swoon against Rawat: Laetitia with that Bardot-esque quality about her that Americans tend to think of as "inconsistency" but which the French maintain is more a charming brand of "caprice". "Navi Rawat was beneath my notice," Casta says to flabbergasted press, "I have already forgotten her. Amanda would be similarly forgettable if she had not weasled her way into the soft hearts of my management team. I will rebuke her, non? Amanda will be taught her place once and for all." Amanda in white bikini top, shades-of-blue splash print bottoms, white gloves. Casta in leopard print bikini, hair up, black gloves.

During R1: Casta deliberate, supple, loose; Amanda hands up, rigid, coming forward. Laetitia lope-stepping right, pawing and extending her left hand out while keeping the right coiled near her chin: 'Tish turning into sudden right hands from the screened stance, penetrating Amanda's guard up the middle. Righetti taking the potshots, weaving her head, jabbing into Casta's chest to locate her - Amanda looking to get in close and work. Casta's legs in control throughout - she's turning Amanda midring, keeping Righetti out on the end of poke for the most part: Laetitia out of the first round in good order, looking calm, in command early.

R2: Amanda still having difficulty closing: Casta's counterclockwise loping, pesky pawing jab and abrupt, hard straight rights causing blonde confusion. Laetitia crouching slightly to her right as she works her left hand in relaxed fashion - just touching Amanda, beguiling her. Minute mark, Casta walks Amanda into a gorgeous shock right hand directly on the chin: Righetti put wobbly butt, stamps around on the spot as Laetitia steps away with a small French smile. Righetti coaxed forward once again - cuffed a hook, backhanded a jab in her mouth as Laetitia continues to molest while fading away. Midway point, Righetti pushing forward: right hand, 'Tish Casta, followed by a slinging hook swivels Amanda's head, leaving her helpless. Cruel left hook slings low to Righetti's belly, cramping her up: Casta taps the left hand against Amanda's jaw to prep, then leans in a supple, slinging right cross with 100% Laetitia behind it. SHATTERING BLAST - Righetti's head loose and wobbly - body relaxing - she hangs drooping over her feet a moment before collapsing face first into the canvas. IT'S OVER! KO2 in spectacular fashion - Laetiita Casta.

After: The ice-queen cometh: 'Tish Casta bombs out Amanda Righetti without breaking a sweat, furthering the French vixen's reputation as the most mercurial woman in all of sports entertainment. Righetti brought around in stages on her stool - Casta waiting impatiently, tapping her foot, standing with arms crossed, then pushing her way in to exact tribute.

Snivelling Amanda - still out of it - pulled roughly to her feet by her shoulders: Casta stuffing a rude right hand to tummy just to lurch Righetti forward and push the breath out. Quick wrap up: Casta's left arm snug behind the back, cupping her right bicep; fingers of her right hand curling into Righetti's damp locks as Righetti's face is sealed tight to the proudest rack in all France.

Amanda writhing, pushing at hips, then flapping her arms against Casta's flanks: slippery work as Laetitia frowns, adjusting her feet as Righetti writhes and struggles. Stool is knocked over, attendants scattered - Amanda like a bucking bronco, trying to dislodge her tormentress while there's still strength to do it. Casta hanging on, lips a tight white line, eyes blazing with furious resolve: Laetitia clearly resentful of Righetti's blatant defiance here. Girls topple to canvas - upperbodies more or less immobilized as hips gulp, legs thrash wildly on canvas: Casta leg-lashes her way on top, stabilizing Righetti beneath her. POOR AMANDA! No escape for the blonde now - she beats sadly at Laetitia's broad white back with closed fists and forearms - her arms slapping away in pathetic left/right beats. Casta breathing steadily now, arms locked in tight - she brings her legs up underneath her, crouching low on her haunches to keep her weight on Righetti's torso - Amanda's hips/legs twist side to side, losing vitality with every passing second.

In minutes, it's over. Righetti's legs stretch out still, her hands reach up behind Laetitia to pull weakly at French shoulders. Casta rocking gently atop her foe, right cheek tight atop Amanda's skull - eyes glaring into the distance as jugs mop up whatever's left of Righetti's resistance. As Casta rises - Amanda's arms relax out to the side - her face shiny, lips parted in a little KO'd pout: Casta's used up every last drop of Amanda tonight.