Before: Zeta Jones still stung by criticism surrounding her draw with Kelly Brooke - she comes into this fight in "Chicago" shape, and ornery at the podium.

"I'm dedicating this fight to my friends at Tractorpull Magazine," Zeta J says with a tight smile. "After I'm through mopping the ring with this French whore, I defy those cheese-eating errand boys to bar me from the top 10."

Laetitia demure - confident - long standing European rivalry tends to bring out the best in her. "Jones can expect to be displayed when I am victorious," Casta purrs. "There is no mercy between us."

Laetitia in royal blue bikini, white fleurs de lis print - Catherine in pale mauve string bikini.

During R1: Starts in Laetitia's tummy. Jones blocking Casta's right, then coming inside with short, stuffing right hands - Catherine tucking the blows in as she carries her body close. Pumping rights over and over have Casta cramped up in shock - Zeta J rhythmic as she blocks Casta's left, and goes to body with driving left hands. Back and forth like that - Jones getting up into Casta, maintaining position inside and working with rarely seen savagery to Laetitia's beltline. Casta butt in the ropes from the midway point - starts to dawn on her that these are special punches - withering, ferocious mule kicks up into her belly and hard against her ribs - she's breaking down as Jones actually picks up the pace. Catherine digging in with tight lips, glittering eyes - getting easier and easier to wrap up either of Casta's arms and work that struggling midsection with the free mitt. 10 second mark - Jones pushes Casta up into the strands, then stoops to plug that right hand square to trunks - drawing fresh sobs of shock from a distraught Casta. Absolutely heinous - Catherine staring at her foe's trunks, muscling Casta back with a raised left forearm, POUNDING away with right hands down between creamy thighs. Bell sounds - ref tackles Jones away - Catherine mesmerized by Laetitia's quivering trunks, can't seem to stop herself from going there. Laetitia hugging at herself, sobbing curses as Jones is muscled to her corner - long delay as ref struggles to restore order.

R2: Jones jabbing to prep Casta - Laetitia badly hobbled, taking stick off her face, standing erect - she's right there for the spearing right off the tip of her chin. Laetitia wobbly butt, beaten back to her corner - Jones stepping-to, insatiable when it comes to Laetitia's ribs and tummy. Catherine with that muscular, direct, block and plug offence - Casta so badly weakened, she's only exposing herself to punishment by swinging on Jones. Laetitia's corner screaming at her to clinch - but Casta so far gone at this point - brave French girl gutting it out, going glassy eyed as Jones continues her non-stop assault on the torso. Jugs are bashed flat as Jones stabilizes Casta with a left at the shoulder, pounding away righty on the rack - short, pulsing blows from the shoulder, like she would as if she had Casta straddled on the ground and was drifting punches to her face. It's all too much - Casta slipping into a KO daze - slumped against the ropes, propped by Jones' left hand, ravaged by the right. Catherine just stamping the short right hand in, moving it from those throbbing breasts to the vibrating ribcage, then straight down into the tummy. Casta finally sliding to her right, wilting to the canvas and hugging at her shopworn guts. Jones with a bright smile, takes in the delicious sight of conquered Casta as the ref edges in. KO2 Catherine Zeta Jones in heartpounding fashion.

After: Jones showing killer instinct and passionate punching tonight, simply overwhelming her rival and blasting Casta into a blubbering ruin in just under six minutes of marauding slaughter. Gloves removed - Jones teasing out her long black hair, then she's over to Casta's corner to take just a wee bit more. Woozy Casta protesting as she's hauled up, then jammed chest first in the corner, left leg propped in the middle rope - no girl wants to be that vulnerable with Catherine Zeta Jones in behind her. Jones with a hard-hearted leer goes at Laetitia's back with the same stamping, straight-down right hands she won the fight with, left hand splayed higher up on the back or cupping the sweet left hip, just bracing the area for mindless, systematic destruction. Laetitia's cheeks glossy with tears, her cries unheeded - she hugs turnbuckle, grunting, sobbing, gurgling as Jones works her over. CZJ lathering herself into a healthy sweat, but she stays focused - moving from the smoldering back to the outstretched thigh, going with both fists crisscrossing to buttock - not too fast or wild - it's a shiny, spanking masterpiece of controlled devastation. Finally spent, Jones' chest heaving with sustained effort - she lingers a moment in and around her victim, just sopping up the glory, basking in the boos.