Before: Casta on the bubble - overshadowed by Biel at home, losing ground against formidable lightweight comp abroad - lot of pressure to stand up and make a statement against Daniel. "I still feel I am an elite class fighter," Laetitia tells the press, "and that means I cannot let Brittany Daniel pass. There is no excuse - Brittany is trashy beach scum: I cannot, I WILL not allow her to defeat me."

Daniel her usual smug n' beaming self, calling Casta her "highway to the top 10" in prefight. "I'm taking the same road Denise Richards took - right smack dab over the top of Laetitia! I'd prefer a bantam ranking when you get right down to it, but I'll take the path of least resistance - and that's DEFINITELY Casta! OH! BURN! 'Tish, did'ja get that? I said you were the path of least resistance! WOO! YEAH!" Daniel wiping tears of mirth from her eyes - rest of the room looking at her as though she has a squid on her head - you gotta love her.

Heartpounding crimson bikini Daniel - pink sport-cut bikini Casta, white pin dots and white trim.

During R1: CASTA ROMPS TO JUG! Brittany backed up, goggle-eyed as Laetitia goes deliberately and brutally to rack. 'Tish wrapping her left arm around Brit's shoulders to stabilize, pumping up with chugging rights for pancake impact, then squirming, alternating arms, keeping her body on Daniel. Brittany bearing her teeth with effort, trying to shove her way clear, but 'Tish won't have it - great smothering pressure punctuated with rousing bursts to jug bell to bell for Laetitia. Tempers flare at the break - Daniel humiliated at HER jugs being mugged - Casta mocking her, making faces as the ref separates spitting she-cats.

R2: CASTA ROMPS TO JUG - THE SEQUEL! Laetitia making a purposeful statement, pounding away to Brittany's tasty rack as Daniel's stacked at the ropes. Blonde digging down grimly, getting shoulder to shoulder, lowering her head - she joins in the fun as fight becomes a more measured tit-for-tat swap meet. Girls hunkering down low, foreheads grinding, elbows in - they take turns getting off snappy, bringing mitts back quick to guard tender bodies. Daniel the quicker mitted lass in close like this, getting the better touches, doubling her hooks to jug as well as to waist, but it's Casta breaking through down the stretch. 'Tish backing up under pressure, drops her right foot back as she bends forward at the waist, then shifts all her weight to the right foot while slinging a gigantic hook up and across, clipping Brittany's chin just so. Daniel put wobbly butt, staggering around with a glossy look, fists at her temples - Casta breathing hard, circles away to lick her own wounds, satisfied that one terrific knock is enough to separate her on the cards.

R3: Daniel hopping in with lead hooks, transitioning her weight as she shifts her hips and CASTA SCOOTS TO HER RUMP! 'Tish exhaling through pursed lips as she sits up pretty - good clouting Daniel leather has Casta momentarily dazzled. 'Tish picks herself up, shakes her pretty head, gets herself together - after 8, she edges off the ropes and clubs some short, wide right hands against Daniel's shoulder, backing the attacking blonde off. Laetitia able to come forward in the second minute - Daniel using her legs to circle the ring, seeking fresh angles. Down the stretch, Daniel darts in a lead right, doubles it up in unorthodox fashion - second poking right startles Casta, backs her up. Leaping hook - Brit with that tidy way of stepping into her a girl and shifting hips into the shot gets 100% Casta's chin, sprawling Laetitia to ropes and DANIEL GOES JUG! Brittany standing up in the stirrups, all squared away, shoulders rotating as she shrug-chugs away tight lefts and rights up and in. Casta just sick about it, slumping into the ropes open-mouthed and distraught - Daniel pounding away to her heart's content to the bell and beyond as ref is called into service.

R4: Hard slogging - girls in there moist: shoulder to shoulder, tousle to tousle. Stuffing, thick-mitt action - girls lifting sandbag punches into trembling tummies or jumping jugs, but not enough room to really put punches together in there. Lots of reaching around the ribs and bodying the opponent back - fight staggering along the ropes as girls turn and waltz each other. Both warned for aggressive tousle-scrubbing and elbow-pushing in there - Daniel probably a little more adept, pockets close points.

R5: Casta turns boxer? All of a sudden, Laetitia changes her spots, stepping out orthodox, pumping her jab, stepping to the left and confusing Daniel terribly this round. Brittany trying to jump in that lead hook, but it's not so effective against a committed jabber - Casta rebuking Brittany, scolding her with stick, keeping her at bay in a classy shutout fifth.

R6: Daniel ups her tempo, breaks down Casta's jab with a more rapid, doubled up jab and restablishes position on Laetitia's chest. Brittany fighting at close quarters the quicker-mitted gal, the better combination puncher - keeping her hands free she's able to tidy up breadbasket and jug with vigorous swabbing action. Casta grimacing, backing up - she spends a lot of time huddling forward behind her gloves, soaking up touches as Daniel gets off in rapid 2s and 3s.

R7: Hard fought two way action, stop and go stuff as girls come together, work hard in flurries, then disengage and walk around with glaring eyes, heaving chests. Casta hopping forward with dukes at her chest, twisting her shoulders and belting hard right hands against Daniel's shoulder and ribs to set the table for strong stroking lefts and rights. Brittany with lead right hands and doubled up straight rights, jump-in hooks, showcasing her springy legs and scoring some eye-popping headshots on 'Tish. Bell: Daniel taunting with a high-pitched laugh, swishing her hips en route to her corner - she's feeling good about herself through 7.

R8,9: Hard fought, hard punching action, both girls taking a great shot and delivering same. Casta mixing it up on the inside, getting cuffed and buffetted Daniel's quick combos, but dishing big to blonde waist with thick, strapping lefts and rights. Brittany batting away in combination, working up and down Casta's torso, stepping back to lure Laetitia forward. Both girls still harvesting a good deal of rack, often laying in mouth on shoulder and trading short, rising right hands to jug underneath. Casta ekes out the 8th, Daniel the 9th: this things all knotted going into the tenth and final.

R10: Spearing jabs halt a Daniel rush - Casta able to extend on a glorious right cross, put the hook on top - she's got Daniel reeling back on her heels early. La'Tish cold-eyed, measured now - stalking Brittany to ropes, fanning the jab at her then lambasting that waist a great strapping right: Brittany crying out, doubling over - she's horribly gut shot. Casta merciless, looming over Brittany and swabbing away with sheeting lefts and rights to the lower back - Daniel's legs trembling, threatening to give way as she clinches desperately around Casta's hips for a break. Ref pushes hungry 'Tish back - Brittany sagging into ropes with tears brimming - she's quivering, badly hurt and there's SO much time left on the clock. It's a thick, relentless beatdown the rest of the way - Casta simply marching on Brittany, pounding away with strong, stroking blows until D can clinch, then ref restarts the action. Casta wading back in, French waves breaking on vulnerable American beach: Daniel simply wallowing, soaking up a heartbreaking beating as Laetitia drowns her on the cards. 10th a huge 10-8 without a knockdown Casta - she leaves Daniel drooping, sobbing, the UD10 loser.

After: Casta rising to the challenge - separates herself when the chips are down in a very close, taut, hard fought contest. Daniel thrown back at the last - pure heartbreak for the self-proclaimed 'Hottest Woman in ShowBiz' - 10th round one of the worst 3 minute drubbings she's ever suffered in a prize fight.

"I pounded her breasts to break her spirit early," Casta explains, as though the strategy were a deep, byzantine mystery of some sort, "that gave me the advantage throughout the fight. She fought well, for her, but I knew I had much more left for the final push than she. I left no doubt - in Brittany, in the fans, in the judges - who the superior woman was tonight."

Daniel brutalized, petulant in postfight. "She was pounding my jugs all night and ref didn't do a damn thing about it!" Daniel fumes. "And my kidneys! Did you see her hammering my kidneys like they were a pair of bongo-drums? What the hell's going on here? You take away her cheating and I beat her by a country mile tonight. She got away with MURDER in this fight!"