Before: Righetti the object of some serious TU offers these days - don't think Casta hasn't noticed. "I'm all the lightweight TU should need," sniffs French beauty in prefight. "There is no one Amanda can beat that I cannot dominate utterly - it makes no sense to throw money at her. I dismantled Erica Durance and I will destroy Righetti the same way - these girls are not at the level of a Laetitia Casta."

Righetti unimpressed - pretty composed for a rookie at the dais. "I can see why they want me," Amanda coos, "if Laetitia's their flagship. Damn girl, I thought French chicks were supposed to be hot! Two words: NOSE - JOB." Ouch - Casta held back by TU lieutenants as Righetti bats eyelashes, smirks in triumph.

Casta in leopard print bikini, Righetti in yellow bikini, white flower print from North Shore.

During R1: Casta quick off the blocks - attacking Amanda's waist with both dukes batting off the jab. Righetti in the pocket, hands up, elbows in - torso sturdy as Casta bangs away above the hips, digs up belly meat. Tish subtle: she'll slap a left around Amanda's guard, tugging the hands down, leaning in to jam a tight right to jaw, then tie up to smother the receipt. Tish rotating right around the jab into Amanda's guard - brunette just dictating, setting a brisk pace for a shutout first.

R2: Amanda joins the party. Ringing body shots both ways - girls nice and compact, moving their hips through hooks, sweeping rights in behind elbows. Righetti crisp with her combinations, snapping mitts off meat with a ratatat delivery - Casta heavier handed, laying in her shots, trying to ease forward and shoulder Righetti back. Down the stretch, girls exchange clapping hooks: Casta stands firm; Righetti staggers back on her heels, wide eyed to lose a close round.

R3,4,5: Amanda outworks, outfights, outboxes Casta in the center of the ring. Terrific output - Amanda spitting jabs then bat-batting right/left to the waist, coming off the body with jarring hooks. Righetti stepping to either side, exposing Casta's feet a bit, tidying up that rack with pulsing combinations. La'Tish dukes at temples, following, flustered as she's beaten to punches - she's soaking up a good shot, chin stout as she routinely walks through banging three punch bursts to her head, but she's getting worked over. Worst of it is the fourth - Casta hurt early by a hook as Righetti sharp-shoots off the ropes. LaTish spends most of the round covered up, taking a thorough beating up and down both flanks.

R6: Laetitia stops the slide, jabbing her way back into the fight and finding Amanda with some greasy right hands to the chin. Righetti showing leg, steps out, circles to regroup, gives away points as she catches a second wind.

R7: Amanda on Laetitia all round long. Thudding body shots freeze La'Tish in the opening moments - ringing left uppercut puts her wobbly butt - stabbing straight rights chase her woozy to the ropes. Righetti back on the body like an old pro - rip-thumping rights and lefts, tearing up swatches of French belly meat - Laetitia groaning, bending forward - Righetti helps herself to the generous overhang of Casta's breasts, clouts her mouth little arm-curl rights and lefts. Casta reeling to her right along the ropes - Righetti stepping-with, eyes bright, working up a healthy lather as she maintains a steady drubbing rhythm. Casta's legs buckled repeatedly as she's hounded from corner to corner, nothing coming back from the French girl - crowd screaming for fight to be stopped as Amanda just shovels on more and more hurt. Horrific round of punishment ends with Casta drooping forward limp, gasping - Amanda knuckling the shoulders and digging up into the lungs with both hands at the bell. Bruising 10-8 without a knockdown - Casta groaning, hugging herself during the break - Amanda's arms numb at her sides gets a rub-down.

R8: Amanda's arm-weary after laying on the strap to Laetitia last round - Casta able to make inroads. Flat-footed, exhausted plodding from Casta, but she gets her mouth on Righetti's shoulder and starts hooking her breadbasket - first signs of cracking from American as she groans, clinches, knees knocking. La-Tish just staying on her girl, working out of the wrap, bodying up whenever she's not punching just to make Amanda feel the weight. French minx hitting in the clinches, fitting her right hand around Amanda's left arm to get at kidney as Righetti ties up around the waist. Good suffocating round from Laetitia after a devastating 7th had her nearly out.

R9: Casta back on Righetti with that cloying, smothering attack - heads in close, Casta always with one arm or the other riding around Righetti for control, open mouth wet on Righetti's shoulder, face or neck throughout. Laetitia arching her back and hauling heavy left or right uppercuts up into Righetti's ribs, writhing to pull swiping blows across Amanda's mouth from close in - blonde reeling in the grasp, ragdoll, not holding her ground. At the ropes, Casta leaning in, pushing Amanda's arms away and going tummy with thick, sinuous punches - digging 'em in, then bodying up to press Righetti into the ropes. Steamy, exhausting stuff for both girls, but down the stretch, Laetitia has Righetti in trouble. Amanda wilting forward, eyelashes fluttering - Casta strong in front, cupping Righetti's elbows, then scooping punches to the body around blonde's arms, then wriggling up underneath to score between them. Amanda stumbling forward, bent nearly double - Casta stepping back in good order and slopping on lashing lefts and rights, clipping the chin, stroking the ribs and AMANDA GOES DOWN! Righetti sprawling to her face deep in slumber and it's OVER! KO9 in heartpounding fashion - Laetitia Casta!

After: Casta does it again - outworks Durance, uses up Righetti - International beauty turns back American hardbodies with determined efforts. Didn't come cheap - Casta battered RAW in the seventh - as bad a beating as we've ever seen Laetitia take: she's unforgiving as Righetti's brought around on her stool. La'Tish pushing her way in and hauling Amanda up - right arm strong around Righetti's tanned hips - vengeful French beauty takes woozy American for a stumbling walk of shame. Boos cascading down - Laetitia hard-eyed, unrepentant - sends an unequivocal message to her management team in the form of a shabby, beat-down Righetti.