BEFORE: "My quality is very high for this division," says Casta when asked if she can finesse a fighter of Torrie's size and strength. "Wilson is capable - she is a former champion - but she is a very limited fighter. I will treat her as I have the others: shabby."

Wilson still as big and beautiful a blonde as exists in boxing: she's facing a 100 fight ace in Laetitia Casta. "She's a very experienced, tricky fighter," Torrie admits in prefight. "But I'm not just bulky: I'm the best conditioned fighter in the division, and I've got tremendous skills as well. 'Tish Casta is in deep with me: I don't think we'll see her bamboozle me the way she did a Bjorlin, for example."

Torrie in stunning red sport-bikini - baby blue elastic connections at jug and hip; powder blue gloves; hair tied off her face, but loose about her shoulders and back. Laetitia in black sports bra, leopard print bikini bottoms; black gloves; hair tied off her face but loose about her shoulders and back.

R1: Torrie wide-eyed, right hand at cheek - she's pumpin' the poke to Laetitia, pivoting clockwise round French right flank. 'Tish turning, dukes at temples, blocking Torrie's jabs up top. Wilson steppin' around, working the jab to body as well - glove spanking out tart from Casta's midsection or prepared defences. Laetitia trying to time her blonde - missing right hand counters, then forced to cover up again by Wilson's frisky left jab. Torrie light on her feet if not especially quick: Wilson just circling, picking apart her girl, keeping Casta under wraps. Round ends to the sight of Torrie unleashing big, batting rights and lefts to Casta's waist - pounding out emphatic points at bell as grimacing French girl stands, takes on her body.

R2: Torrie deliberate with her poke-and-pivot routine, but smooth: Tish out on the end of blonde jab can't penetrate. Wilson spends first minute circling, shelling the defences, then she's in with brawny left hooks wide and driving right hands short, straight. Casta's guard bashed apart - she's banged back to ropes; digging in, restoring her hands-high guard. Torrie SO intense: eyes blazing, lips curled back off teeth...she shifts to her left, jabbing from just off Laetitia's right shoulder, then REEFING vicious, sidearm right hands to the pit of French belly. Big, brawny strokes - Torrie getting her hips and right shoulder into the thick, strapping motion: Casta groans, doubles forward. Torrie shifts right, now fighting off Casta's LEFT shoulder: blonde girl hook-hooking Casta's breasts, punching her upright. 'Tish in loose configuration - hands up, but wilting: Torrie POUNDING away brawny left uppercuts; hacking overhand rights against Laetitia's head. Crude, overpowering sledgehammer blows stun Casta, draping her against ropes, then dropping her to all fours: Torrie brightening, showing little-girl dimples as she jumps away all big-girl jiggle. Casta up at 8, eyes glassy, blinking: she's damaged goods. Torrie striding in, jabbing, shifting to her right to set up off Casta's left shoulder: hooks to jug/overhand rights to ear follow as poor Casta's torso lolls forward. Casta trying to sustain - hands up but not protecting her: big Torrie SHOVELING on the leather, buns and jugs a-jiggle. Cudgelling beatdown an awful inevitability: Casta battered, then swooning to belly-in at Torrie's feet. Wilson grinning, lifting her mitts: check the full biceps, brawny shoulders, mighty pecs as she struts away the KO2 victrix.

After: Casta bludgeoned: welterweight sorceress unable to work her magic against Torrie's uncompromising beef tonigh. "I'm just too strong for her," Torrie shrugs, being all pretty and aw-shucks for the camera. "She's a great fighter - she is - but nothing she could do was going to hold me off tonight. I picked up her tits and she was all 'uhhhh' you know - like she wanted to quit - so I just poured myself at her. She couldn't take it, and here I am - talking to you guys!"