Before: "I'm planning to write the final chapter in the story of Laetitia Casta," Kelly boasts with glee. "She's at the end of her rope - dangling, waiting to be finished - and it's only fit that her end should come at the Ice Hotel. You know, we can date the beginning of Casta's decline from the day I first took the Hotel away from her. Until then, it was a refuge for her - a place she could retreat to, regroup in, preserve her ego in. When I cast her out, it was as though I'd stripped of her of her identity...from that moment on, she's been adrift, and in desperation, she's returning for one last stab at saving her career. I have what she wants - what she NEEDS: all I had to do was wait for her to come to me. Sadly for her, a ring rebirth will not happen in the snow: annihilation will be my gift to battle-weary Laetitia!" Fighters in retro Barbarian Queen bikinis - Casta's largely caribous skins - tan in colour; soft doe-skin fighting moccasins to the knee; hair loose. Brook in bleached-white caribou skins and white polar-bear fur accents; shaggy white fur fighting mukluks with pom-tassles; hair in long brown tangly curls. Both girls sporting kitten-soft chinchilla punching mittens over taped fists.

Casta takes the ring first - her suitcases at the front door as a kind of toe-hold in the hotel: win and she's in/lose and she's tossed. Brook enters in full promenade - slowly winding her way through the tuxedo'd crowd with a mink coat over her bikini - Kelly kissing cheeks, exchanging words with guests...she's every inch the queen. Casta made to wait a full 20 minutes as Kelly takes her time - Laetitia tight lipped, trying to remain impassive as Brook establishes room-dominance.

During R1: Kelly's jab penetrates...fur mitten thump-skidding hard off Casta's face, jolting her head. Another: Kelly triggering stick with authority, pounding in between Casta's mitts. Girls circle slowly, fencing: Brook swings a thudding right hand into Casta's left side ribs, winning the fight's first wince as Tish cringes, covers up earmuff. Kelly's eyes alight: she leans in close, swings another thudding right into Casta's lats, then doubles the right into a carving right uppercut - splitting Tish's mitts, sending her reeling to ropes. Kelly wades in - pawing the left to measure; swinging that thick right hand in wide to waist - then she's laying in close, putting left shoulder on Casta to pin her down, while hoisting rangy lefts and rights up into French body. Tish digs in, keeping hands up...she's answering...jerking the left uppercut to Brook's tits; cuffing the right to Brook's cheek. Kelly ignoring Tish's thumping work, refusing to budge: Brook atop Casta, working her body via hoisted haymakers into gut/ribs/rack - laying in with left shoulder to crowd receipts. Bell: Kelly seething - wisps of steam beginning to rise from sweaty shoulders/back...she pushes off with contemptuous eye contact; Casta sullen, defiant.

R2: Similar stuff - Casta's legs not what they once were, unable to hold canvas when Kelly bodies up to walk Tish to ropes. Brook on top, pushing on Casta to smother; lifting low-slung lefts and rights heavily into French midsection/ribs. Casta grimacing, writhing to tie Casta up behind the head or elbows; issuing back short-shrugging slugging receipts...Tish scoring with heft to rival tummy/tits. Brook patient, disciplined...she allows her jugs to be pounded early, focussing her efforts on Casta's ribs/tummy until Laetitia's docile/defensive, THEN Brook makes an effort to get into rack. Job of work at times - Casta maintaining tight earmuff along ropes: Brook reaching in, wrestling the guard apart so she can pound jug in earnest. Bell: British girl pushes up off French girl thick and heavy...Casta already breathing hard through 2.

R3: Brook's swinging right hand just POUNDING in behind Casta's right elbow - deeply denting the ribmeat, sending shockwaves down Casta's legs. Tish slugged and walked off her stance, forced to ropes: Kelly very big on her girl tonight, imposing will in every round. Patient, deliberate beatdown ensues - Kelly on Laetitia: Brook leaning in with her head - hoisting her fists up into French breadbasket or lungs with a succulent rolling action of the shoulders, and a supple twisting of the hips. Casta sobbing breathy - fur-mitts cupping at Brook's ears, trying to control the head...it's all too much. Half way through - fur-mitten bludgeoning drives Casta breathless to all fours...steam rising up off her shuddering back as Brook gazes down in satisfaction. Brook caressing her arms/chest with her mittens in neutral corner, keeping warm as Casta struggles up for 8...then Kelly wades on in. Brook reaching in, pushing apart Laetitia's guard, then plowing jug like never before: heartless attempt to batter the fight out of proud Casta via direct rack assault! Flat smack of Brook's forearms loudly audible as she works the meat; muted thumping of the fists as they swish across. Casta hurt, slumping in ropes...she can't protect herself - curvy legs holding her up as Kelly romps to finish line. Bell: Brook grinning in sheer delight as wincing Casta hugs her throbbing jugs, laying back on ropes in swoon.

R4: Fighting taking on a Larry Holmes/Muhammed Ali feel...Casta covering her head, wilting along ropes as Kelly stalks her, bashes at her with hard, lusty, full-bodied strokes. Kelly in love with the swinging right to Casta's ribs - burying it in behind the elbow, getting everything into it. Casta's knees buckling upon receipt...she slides listlessly to her right, butt in ropes, just trying to survive. Bully's work at times for Kelly - left hand out straight to push Casta upright; right hand delivering sledgehammer blows head and body. Grim, patient pursuit just a thick, thumping beatdown...Kelly's thighs and buns tremoring as she lays into Laetitia with full commitment. Bell: Brook pushing up off Casta with both hands: Tish downcast, face lumping up nicely...she hugs battered ribs en route to her corner.