Before: Milos without a lot of English Language TV fight-time, but she's been on Telefutura, been a regular on the Izbeza club-circuit - lanky exotique can handle herself. Sofia ruffling a lot of feathers with some trashy Casta KO talk - Laetitia herself unamused as Milos describes in some detail what she plans to do with French icon. Stare down for photographers goes awry when Casta can't control her temper and slaps Sofia full across the mouth - angry pushing match results in torn blouses, dishelved hair, angry mediterranean eyes all around as fight generates unexpected friction.

Sofia in elegant romanesque bikini, white, with gold strings and embroidery - Laetitia in lemon bikini, white trimming.

During R1,2: Laetitia lays down the law, handing out a consistent beating for 6 straight minutes. Milos upright, face in her hands as she leans forward and lets Casta clout her senseless - rangy Sofia sort of stepping forward, getting turned, just following Casta around. Laetitia strong to the flanks and arms, pounding away in broad, walloping strokes, going to the rigid left uppercut, arching her back to get the right uppercut, then clubbing Sofia about the ears. Good lateral stepping from Casta - just a constant pummelling rubdown as she bosses Sofia around midring.

R3: Milos pushing out straight one-twos from her high guard, trying to compete - Laetitia banging back head and body to discourage too much offence from Sofia. Milos just standing there, allowing Casta to load up and reef wide to the flanks - Laetitia simply bashing away, loving it on Sofia. Final minute, ramshackle Milos stumbles woozy to one knee, shaking her head - Casta romping well into the lead on all cards.

R4: Casta hurts Milos with a looping right on the jaw as Sofia cowers behind her guard, then gets back to that free-swinging assault to the flanks and arms. Creeping paralysis spreading through long Sofia - she just keeps stumbling forward, soaking up shellack as Casta steps around, loads up and swings away lusty. La'tish working up a healthy sweat - really hasn't been threatened - she's content to keep Sofia numb and sluggish with robust wallop.

R5: Milos dropping robotic one-twos - not much on the shots - Casta able to weave incoming, holding hands down low, then loop shots to the jaw as she bends in close. Milos getting chin-checked, goes back to the face-in-hands look - giving away her coastlines on the cheap as 'Tish strokes away beefy.

R6: Bruising, pound-down shutout, Casta. Laetitia grinning, hair carefree in her eyes and mouth as she just sets feet wide and belts away right and left roundhouses to the hips, ribs and arms of her cowering foe. Milos making it easy, inching forward, but not closing or clinching - she's just soaking up what Casta's shovelling. Another healthy 3 minutes in the bank for Casta: she's glowing, helps herself to a chunk of sulking Sofia buttock as Milos slinks past en route to her corner.

R7: Casta spends another 2 minutes swinging away wide to the torso, but brazen offence finally catches up to her. Late the round, Milos able to drop pinging right hands flush to Casta's face, then pick her up a little clipping left uppercut on the chin - several clean connects momentarily stun Laetitia. Casta reaching 'round Milos back to clinch, gets out of the round like a pro as Sofia can't capitalize.

R8: Milos more confident, coming forward more purposefully - she's jabbing Casta to the face, trying for French chin with lusty right hands, backing Casta up. Laetitia not hurt, but a little arm-weary - she's showing her versatility, legging 'round the perimeter, feinting to shake the pursuit, sidestepping Milos with helpful pushes at Sofia's back.

R9: Casta with a looping overhand right to the jaw slams the door on the Milos rally. Sofia back to the ragged, face-in-hands look as Laetitia gets back on top. Casta putting punches together in rich 3s and 4s, working the flanks, chugging up the middle, clouting her foe about the ears and shoulders. Milos buffetted, staggering around as Laetitia wallops her - Casta's punching just seems to have tall exotique discouraged.

R10: 'Tish charging across the ring, packing Milos back into her corner - Casta finishes the fight strong as Sofia cowers. Blockbuster body punching has Milos drooping forward - she's there for short arm-curl uppercuts from La'tish as French girl gets into a fluid slugging rhythm. Bludgeoning beatdown takes effect late as Milos starts to sway one foot to the other, Casta punching her way through the guard and picking Sofia's head up violently. Laetitia happy to just pour on, fighting well within herself - it's a beating carefully designed to carry Sofia all the way to the finish line. At the bell, Milos slumping in the ropes, eyes accusatory - Casta smirking back, body humming with her exertions - she leans in to kiss Sofia's steaming cheek (Corsican gesture of disdain after a long beating).

After: No-nonsense outing for Casta - fresher, stronger beauty took it to her lanky foe with a thudding body attack and consistent work ethic. Casta very coy with English press about whether or not she carried Milos, telling Tractorpull "No comment", but in La Monde de la Guerre Celebritie, Casta's quite frank. (From the French) "Of course I carried Sofia, I punished her. She showed me no respect - none - and I told her beforehand she would suffer for it."