Before: Unusually focused and forthright Casta in prefight. "I'm out to hurt Niki," Laetitia states coldly. "Visser has no business calling me out like I'm some sort of low-rung fighter for her to climb over. I don't usually carry fighters and punish them excessively, but Niki's going to suffer in this fight - I'm going to tear the respect from her."

Visser all pluck and confidence - she's always in great shape, can punch or box. "Laetitia's the right move for me at this time," says a confident Nikster with Casta smoldering on the dais to her left. "She's a faded name - not too hot, not too cold, mmmmmm - she's just right!"

Niki in tight white crop top, sleeves to the elbow, scoop front, grey stretch cotton Calvin Klein boy cut undies, white shoes, high messy ponytail - Laetitia in royal blue bikini, white fleur de lis print, white boxing shoes with blue stripe down the laces, high slick ponytail.

Usually friendly Casta refusing to touch gloves in prefight, turning on her heel to draw her ponytail across Visser's face in a traditional French gesture of insult.

During R1: Girls on their toes early, pretty stepping to the left, spitting jabs, ponytails bouncing. Casta moves in strong after feeling her girl out, gloves at her chest, setting up close. Laetitia just rolling her shoulders, barely moving her arms, elbows in tight as she clips left and right uppercuts - Visser standing in with her, tightening up her own strokes, chopping back. Casta scoring over and over - BING! BING! BING! tightly cropped punches on the chin and VISSER SITS DOWN! Niki on her backside, drawing a forearm across her mouth as she looks up: Casta standing over her, eyes blazing - ref pushes the brunette away at the bell.

R2: Casta pretty on her toes, hands up, chin tucked, spitting jabs as she circles. Middle minute - 'titia moves in close, gloves in under her chin and she gets into that tight punching rhythm, bending her knees, rotating her shoulders, going at Visser's chin and jugs with clipping little left and right uppercuts. Niki trying to slug with, but she's hitting shoulders and guard - Casta dipping to move her head, then picking up Niki's chin and poor Visser's hurt again! Niki backed up under pressure to the ropes, now covering up and stooping forward. Veteran Casta steps back to create room, goes at Visser's waist with reefing hooks, right hand tight to her cheek as she sinks 'em in.

R3: Casta goes at Niki like Visser's just kissed Laetitia's boyfriend. Hard, hard body shots - Laetitia keeping one hand tight to her cheek while torquing in the free mitt to Visser's throbbing waistline. Chin clipping little uppercuts - Casta getting in nice and close, really tightening up her strokes, bouncing Niki's pretty head back. Visser coming apart at the seams - shook up in her midriff, put wobbly butt by the multiple chin checks - all adds up in second minute knockdown that puts Nik trembling on all fours. Visser up at 8, heartlessly jabbed to the ropes and Casta leans in close to pull her hardest right hands against Niki's battered body. Visser sobbing aloud, clinching at the bell - Casta breathing hard but deeply satisfied at the pounding she's dishing out.

R4,5: You know what? Visser's a fighter. Ref queries after the 3rd whether or not Nik wants to continue - Niki aggressively in the affirmative, storms out to meet Laetitia head on. These are brutal, hard fought rounds, both girls standing up to each other, gloves just under chins, girls dipping and clipping at each other with snatching hooks, tightly turned uppercuts. Lots of jug-work, both girls intent on beating down the offending rack in front her, each trying to make a statement midring. Visser just a bit busier, edges Casta in the 4th, but the fifth is wider for Niki as she gets a consistent little swatting hook in under Casta's elbow to back her up. Laetitia issuing some breathy clinches to end the fifth - Niki bouncing in the grasp, eager to keep punching at the bell.

R6: Casta shows veteran sensibility - recognizes Visser's not broken down enough to go - bounces it back outside to box her girl. Laetitia crisp and hurtful with the jab, using the ring and midway through, she drops a cleaving right hand on the button that has Niki prancing and shook. Visser setting up hurt at the ropes, but game - she digs in and bites at Casta's ribcage as the brunette closes to finish to no avail.

R7: Casta systematic - methodically going about the task of reducing what's left of stubborn Niki. Visser brought to heel by early withering body shots - nice roping licks across the stomach that have Niki clinching midring. Casta walks her girl to ropes, shrugs her off and goes to work - using that nice tight delivery, getting the uppercuts, fighting her way past Visser's guard. Too many chin checks - Niki takes a woozy knee, eyes glazing as Laetitia stands over her, refusing to move until the ref bodies her off.

R8: More Casta - patiently stalking behind her jab, circling, edging her way in, then shovelling on the hurt at close range. Laetitia's never done a nicer job at close range - beautiful leverage on tightly clipped punching, tarting Niki up in the body, then ringing up her chin. Casta bringing her fists back to her chest after tossing, swivelling on her hips, just biting and snatching at Niki with short, compact leather.

R9: More Casta - shovelling it on, hurting Niki pretty consistently now, walking her down, going at her. Visser unquestionably brave, but she's badly beaten at this point, body punches wrenching choked shouts and screams from swollen lips, constant clubbing blows about her head and shoulders breaking down the guard. No expression from Casta - she's just pressing forward, working, working, working - handing out the beating she promised to a badly shellacked opponent through 9.

R10: More Casta. Visser's hurt - this thing should be stopped, but Nik just won't go down. Niki reeling at the ropes, hands at her chin, elbows in - when Laetitia picks up her chin bing, bing, bing - Visser lolls back into the strands, eyes glassy. When Laetitia extends the left elbow to nudge, then snatches that snapping hook against the waist - Visser moans forward, trying to make herself small, but exposing her back in the process. Casta heartless as she clouts kidney, right hand tight to her cheek as she gets off like a professional despite her foe's helpless state. Bell sounds - how-could-you tears brimming in Visser's face - hardhearted glare from Casta as she turns away without a word. UD10 wide Laetitia Casta.

After: That's the Casta who won all those titles and beat some great fighters in years past - she wears Niki out like an old pair of shoes in a brutal, one-sided beating. Visser paying her dues, outclassed and battered, but refusing to quit and taking as good a shot as we've seen at lightweight in some time.