Before: Two girls caught up in the maelstrom of Krusher/Tech animosity - probably could have been friends under different circumstances. Tremendous pressure to produce - Casta the more accomplished lightweight, but that's no excuse as far as Janet Jones is concerned. "I expect Jewel to win - I've trained her to win. Laetitia Casta is a very limited fighter once you break her down and Jewel has had a great Casta-busting camp - we're gonna give Tech another licking!"

Laetitia in royal blue bikini, white fleur de lis print, Jewel in teal bandeau bikini, slick ponytail.

During R1: Jewel throwing a tight, chopping overhand right, twisting into a ferocious swinging hook - Casta giving ground early as blonde throws with bad intentions. Laetitia easing to her left, using her legs - she's walking Jewel into a pulverizing jab, bringing the blonde to heel then steering her to midring. Midway through, Casta's jab to the face ram-stamping Jewel into stupor - Tisha banging it home then BENDING into the right! JEWEL'S ON HER BACK! Kilcher holding a woozy left to her brow, out on her back for a moment, then struggling to beat the count - blonde beauty took a blast flush on the chin that a lot of girls don't get up from. Lot of time on the clock - Casta swaggering in, sets up in wide stance, feathering Jewel the jab to brush her back, then sweeping home a blockbuster right to the breadbasket. Kilcher folding forward, groggy, sullen - Casta lapping up what's left with walloping lefts and rights on the waist, occasionally curling that hook around to get at Jewel's lower back. Kilcher sopping up horrific damage, earmuffing her head and suffering to the body as Casta romps strong to the bell. French girl chesting up brawny at the break, tearing a verbal strip off a dazed, unresponsive blonde.

R2: Casta snarling, flat footed, but nimble in front of Jewel, sliding out on her, touching up the jab - Laetitia with a nice little fade gets Kilcher to pause a punch and LABELS blonde chin a driving right freight train. Kilcher staggering backwards, then dropping to her buttocks in a heap, she topples onto her left hand for balance as Laetitia struts neutral corner. Jewel beats the count again, but she's swooning badly, leaning into the ropes for support. Casta wades in lusty - humming bold punches to her girl's flanks and belly, palming her back, drifting right hands to the chin. Jewel swaying, getting clocked, but refusing to punk and down the stretch SHE starts answering! Jewel in a drowsy crouch, but getting good explosion on tight hooks, catches Laetitia inside and backs her off - French girl a little arm weary, runs the clock for a break.

R3: Good first minute for Jewel - showing durability as she shakes off monster Casta punching to this point. Kilcher bobbing in close, popping out of the crouch to clip Casta's chin the hook - toe to toe she's backing french brunette up. Casta stops the party at the minute mark, walking Jewel into a shoving flat right hand on the stomach - Jewel stopped in her tracks, folding up hurt - Casta hooks her side thick and beefy while stepping left and getting the jab unpacked. Shattering stickwork for about a minute - Casta stepping left and harming a gunshy Jewel - Kilcher at the end of the poke, taking woozy off her face - she just can't get out of the way of it. Final minute, Laetitia dialing in right hands off that howitzer jab - Jewel bending left and right as she backs up, but Casta's stepping with and tracking her. Pounding, extended rights land, adding to Jewel's backward momentum - Kilcher hits the ropes in a haze. Jewel bouncing listlessly forward, steps into a running right hand from Casta and there's no surviving it. Jewel driven to her right and draped into the ropes out on her feet - then splashing helplessly to canvas - Casta falling into the ropes and standing over her prey, leaning on the top strand to look down, then looking up into the ring, brushing hair off her face: big smile. KO3 Laetitia Casta.

After: Murderous punching and the best jab of her career combine to give Laetitia Casta one of her most devastating finishes. Jewel all busted up, slumped on her stool - no resistance as Laetitia tugs her up under the arms, stuffs and muscles her face first into the corner and holds her down for what amounts to retaliation for Brittany Daniel. Laetitia helping herself to Jewel's slouching butt some walloping rights - Kilcher eyes closed, lips pouted - just breathy exhalations as she's touched up hard downstairs. Sickening to all but the hard-core - Kilcher's out, taking like a lump of meat - Casta heaping on beyond all reason. When she's done, Casta smooths hair away from Jewel's clammy cheek, tucking it around the left ear, just to drink in the bleak vista of Kilcher's face. This thing's out of control.