Before: Once-feared Judd now thought to be past her prime - Ashley without a meaningful fight in over a year, but she still thinks of herself in elite terms. "I had some tough outings and I needed to rest my body and spirit," Ashley says in prefight. "I'm rejuvenated and ready to go, and don't forget: I've beaten the best lightweight names in the business. Anyone counting me out is in for a shock."

Casta anxious to build on a fine Milbers-beating contest - Judd a very credible opponent even if not ranked: It's a worthy tune up. "I am superior to Ashley and I will beat her, mais I want to finish her in dramatic fashion because I must 'ave a title bout. The belts, they are tarnished n'est pas? When worn by a slut as haggard as Charlize T'eron. That is the fight I wish for - Ashley must suffer, oui, but that is the way of the world."

Pink and white check print bikini with bra straps, twist tie top Laetitia, punching pigtails - Judd in burgundy bikini, twist tie top, hipster bottoms, black short hair.

During R1: Laetitia punches the taste out of Ashley's mouth with a rugged, popping jab, really jamming the blows in and startling Judd with poke. Ash rusty, hands low - she's late on the receipts as Casta fades back, then licks a breezy counter-hook across Ashley's mouth. Stepping right, Casta a-glow - she pumps her jab, keeping arms-length and starts to turn over zesty long right crosses. Nice n' smooth - Casta leaning gracefully in, turning over her back (right) foot on extension - Ashley on her heels as hard french leather shells away up top. Judd trying to get her own jab unpacked, but Casta reading, legging back and batting a tangy doubled up hook CLIP-CLAP against Judd's mouth - Ashley shook up and staggered in late going as Casta's eyes light up with pleasure at the sight.

R2: Judd moving her head better, rediscovering the pieces of her game that made her a legit top 10 threat in the past - Casta circling, not scoring as wantonly with that rigid stick. Right hands still worrying Judd however - a scorcher catches her behind the left ear and has her baby-stepping forward - Casta mops up that big batting hook on Judd's mouth to put Ashley wobbly butt. Judd wading through it, finding Casta's rib cage with sweeping right hands and at the bell: a banging straight right bunts 'Tish in the mouth, sitting her awkwardly in the ropes. Tempers flare - Casta immediately in Judd's face with spicy French rebukes.

R3: Casta's jab never more fierce - piercing Judd's crossed-arm defence, pounding away on the face and upperchest of her girl. Ashley bobbing and weaving, trying to negotiate past the poke, but Casta really mowing her down. Final minute, 'Tish putting lefts and rights together: Judd slips under the cross, scoots in close and answers back a CLANGING hook; LAETITIA'S ON HER BACK! Thunderclap haymaker detonates on Casta's jaw and lays her down hard - she's all trembling, snivelling trying to fight her way back to her feet. Bell: Casta swaying, knees a-knocking - Ashley Judd pumping her fist and accepting cheers from the crowd who smell come-back on the wind. Ash-ley! Ash-ley! Ash-ley!

R4: Judd pressing her way in behind a stubby jab, forcing Casta to ropes: Ashley squaring up and hammering her foe to the ribs, busting those jugs something awful from close in. La'Tish open-mouthed, hurting - hands up around Ashley's ears - Casta just laying in, taking it in her body and praying for a miracle. Judd workmanlike, occasionally coming off the torso to rip the right uppercut or club wide at Casta's head - Laetitia doing a good job of partially blocking those shots, controlling Judd's head, keeping her close.

R5: Judd marching, jabbing to the chest, coming in strong and wide the right hand and CASTA LIGHTS HER UP! La'Tish fading, then edging inside Judd's looping shot to place a tidy right uppercut bingo on the chin: Ashley Judd instantaneously put wobbly butt, stamping in fence post holes as the impact ripples down her thighs. Casta flat footed, stepping hard on her front heel for balance and ROASTING Judd the hook, REAMING Judd the right hand - blistering, heartfelt salvoes drive Ashley woozy to the ropes. ON COMES 'TISH! Casta hopping-to, feet still set and she's BELTING poor Ashley rich lefts and rights. Thick shellack crashing against Judd's head and shoulders - ripping ruin being administered as Ashley cringes behind her crossed-arm and the REF STEPS IN! Ashley Judd all busted up, sobbing, trembling - 'Tish Casta walks away the TKO5 victrix.

After: Casta SO close to being rendered inert herself - she struggles up off the mat, goes all in and soon reduces proud Ashley to a quivering mass of battered celebrity with a slinging hail of power punches. Judd still has that trademark heavy counter-hook, but her timing clearly off on the night: Ashley needs the rounds that other girls are taking off her plate in this dog eat dog world of the FCBA. Casta desperately hurt - one of her gutsiest showings ever in refusing the KO.