Before: Casta watching tapes of Forrest/Mosley to see how Berry's speed can be nullified. "I know what needs to be done," says a confident Laetitia. "Halle's hands and feet are flyweight-quick, but her chin is flyweight sturdy as well. I can control Halle with my jab, hurt her with right hands, and when I get her running - she's mine. All I have to do is execute."

Berry anxious to get back in with a top 10 name and re-assert herself. "I feel Laetitia's the perfect opponent for me. She can crack, but she needs to be set to punch and I'm not going to give her a stationary target. I'm not looking past Casta, but I hope Jennifer Garner's watching this fight. I'm going to put on a show, prove that I belong in that top tier - and I know I can expose Jenny given the chance. Casta's my stepping stone."

Berry in black push up bra, yellow bikini bottoms, Casta in red velvet push up bra, red bikini bottoms.

During R1: Casta timing her jab exquisitely, nullifying Berry's quickness, breaking Halle's rushes up, forcing back outside to regroup. Times when Halle does get into position to put punches together, Laetitia clinches her close, waits for the referee's break - Berry struggling to find a rhythm. Down the stretch, Halle feinting, walking to her right, trying to find a seam to get in. She makes a lunge, gets halted by the jab and as she's stepping back gets CRACKED that leaning Laetitia right. Berry stepping in fence post holes, wobbles to the ropes - Casta walking her down. Laetitia with a savage wide right hand to the waist, buckles Berry's legs, sits her into the ropes. A vicious right uppercut bangs back Berry's head on her neck - a quick left hook on the temple - Halle tilting, close to a knockdown as the bell sounds and Laetitia is bodied back. Berry helped to corner for an ice water dousing - she's wide eyed, trying to shake it off.

R2: Berry roaming left or right, keeps Laetitia's feet moving, still looking to dart in off either French shoulder and score a whippy potshot. Halle careful not to hang around - licking a fist across Laetitia's ribcage, stroking her cheek, then wheeling away. Halle in control with her feet when she feints Casta out of position - swoops in with a lashing left upside Laetitia's head. Casta staggering to her left. More feints from Halle as she steps in, shows the one hand, brings the other, chopping and swatting her girl to the ropes. Halle letting her hands go - murderously pounding of Laetitia's sacks has the French girl open-mouthed in shock - Berry showing speed is power this round.

R3: Berry circling her foe, feinting beautifully to get Casta to commit, then swatting her with wide lashing strokes from other hand. Casta shaken up by a searing right across her brow, legs go funky and she covers up in the first minute - prompting a Berry romp to the ribcage with both mitts. Halle scorching Laetitia as she bends forward, but not sticking around too long - goes back to the run and gun she established in the second. Casta lumping up nicely, but she's taking Berry's power strokes well - she starts to regain composure, hunting Halle down behind a high, rigid guard.

R4: Casta fitting her jab between Halle's breasts, trying to get range to turn on that whistling right hand. Berry leaning and pivoting away from the lightning bolt, hands down, drawing oohs and aahs as punches shave by her jaw. Halle doing it with her feet, turning either Casta flank, feinting, then stroking the midsection with punches off her thighs, or slapping Casta's face before skipping away. Final minute - Berry selling the walk-away, suddenly jumps in a gorgeous lead right hand on the button, leans out and clips a stunned Casta three blistering quick hooks on the eye. Casta shaken up, bending forward, just soaking it up as Berry has her way.

R5: Halle quick off her stool, feints another right hand up the middle, Casta bars the door by slamming her forearms together to block, Berry whips the wide hook to the ear instead. Casta reeling early - she goes to block the hook, takes an insolent right on the nose. Berry loving it, darting in, getting off, darting out, circling. Halle getting a wicked stroke against Casta's ribs with a low slung hook - just raking and raking away with it under Laetitia's high guard. Casta's butt hits ropes - she's dazzled, not answering back and BERRY UNLEASHES! Vicious lefts and rights in sizzling arcs, Berry just helping herself as Casta swoons. Whip armed hooks across the belly set up chopping rights across the cheek, followed by clipping left uppercuts - Casta just windblown as punches tear her apart. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Berry leaping away, screaming with delight - Casta shoving the ref in the shoulders bellowing in outrage - controversial TKO5 Halle Berry!

After: Casta stopped out at the ropes and bitter about it: "I was NOT hurt! I was wearing Halle out - everyone knows she can't sustain her early pace and I was draining her tank. She wasn't getting to me at all. She cracked me good earlier in the fight and I didn't go anywhere. Halle Berry can NOT punch!" Berry glowing with victory, hugging everyone within arm's reach, getting patted on her glistening back: "She wasn't answering back," says Halle in postfight, "she was discouraged, getting pelted. The ref did her a favour. Girls think they can take my punch because they don't go down or whatever, but the thing is, I'm hitting them with more good shots in one round than they usually see in a whole fight. I don't think Casta had any idea how bad she was hurt and I'm just glad the ref stepped in when he did. Jenny G, where you at? Baby you KNOW I'm too fast for you!"