Before: "I'm dedicating this fight to Cat Bell," says a sombre Charlize Theron in pre fight. "I know she's too frail and rickety at this point to exact her own retribution for TU outrages, but justice is coming by way of these (holds up dukes) two mitts. Biel, Casta - they're all the same - I'm going to make Laetitia pay for the sins of the entire organization."

Casta preening, pinky touching up lipstick at the corner of her mouth while looking into a compact - she ignores Charlize, addresses media in turn. "Je desole - I was not paying attention to the braying blonde donkey. All I heard was 'blah blah blah TU blah blah blah'... the usual doggerel from Charlize. Like Cat, Charlize is tired, worn out, and shabby - I shall be doing her favour by giving her the beating of a lifetime, non? Mais bien sur."

Charlize in cream bikini, Laetitia in dark brown underwire bikini, bra-style top, beige frills along the cleavage and waistline, hair up in pretty French curls.

During R1: Charlize on her toes, sparkling jab fresh, spanking against Casta's face as Theron backpedals, fading Laetitia's pressure. Casta forward ala Jenny O'Dell, looking to bring ham - fists at her hips as she wades forward, leaning in and hauling leather around in sweeping arcs. LaTish out over her feet, swinging herself off balance - Theron takes advantage at the minute mark. CT cute into the ropes, leans away from a looping overhand left cross as Casta steps in southpaw - Theron bouncing off the strands, comes up off Casta's left flank and DRILLS her a right hand behind the ear - DROPPING LAETITIA TO HER KNEES! Bludgeoning blow has Casta staring bleary-eyed into the crowd, climbing ropes to her feet - she takes a swaying 8 as Charlize grins, lounges in the neutral corner. Theron wades in hands at her sides, pointing her left shoulder and taunting Laetitia with the zero-guard look - 'Tish desperately hurt, foggy - she pushes out tentative rights and lefts - patting at Charlize' shoulder blade and tummy as blonde twists her shoulders side to side, then answers with a vicious swiping right off her thigh against Casta's chin. Laetitia rattled back into ropes - against CT drops her mitts, barking trash at Casta. Theron backhand jabbing pale French tummy - bringing the mitt back low - CT just bending at the waist, upperbody moves her only defence as shabby Casta tries to mount some sort of response. Theron taking what she wants, dipping side to side, lashing Casta's waistline both dukes, stroking Casta's chin right hands - everything coming up off the thighs in savagae belting licks. Late the round - Theron smoldering, twisting side to side, she pulls a smashing right/left/right off her waist against Casta's chin, batting Corsican face to and fro and DROPPING CASTA IN A HEAP! La'tish knees up at her chest as she sits straight down, chin drooping down - Theron lifting her mitts and looming over top forces referee intervention as Casta's saved by the bell.

R2: Grim TU corner as Casta's patched up - Laetitia making it out of the first on guts alone, but she's shabby fare. Charlize sunny, breezy, hands at her waist as she bounces in close, then fades back, legs so fresh and springy in contrast to Casta's numb, plodding gams. La'tish tragically hurt, but willing herself forward - dukes at her temples as she attempts to walk Charlize down. Theron flighty, dancing - she'll backpedal in front of Casta, dart to the side. Blonde arms dangling at her sides, occasionally brushing or pushing at Laetitia to aid in pretty sidesteps, then Theron will stop and pull hurt onto Casta with long, lashing wallop. Latish soaking up right hand potshotting bombs on her ear, stumbling wobbly butt under the impact, then regrouping - brunette showing the heart of a lion as she tries to get it together. Theron loping, swiping heartless single powershots onto the target, using the ring - she's limber, loose, and lovely tonight. Casta wading through it however, blocking better towards round's end - she gets out of the ring lumpy, but serviceable through 2.

R3: Casta grimly clawing her way back. Guard up high - straight, poking rights and lefts as she walks Theron down. Charlize refusing to bring her hands up higher than her waist, leaning and swivelling away from punches, but now being coerced to ropes - back touches strands - CT's hands come up to cup Casta's ears as French woman snuggles in close. Casta on that body - squirming her head under Charlize' chin, shoulders rotating to thump hard lefts and rights off Oscar-winning ribs and golden tummy. Theron just controlling Casta's head, pulling it down, soaking up body blows seemingly content to let Laetish spend up her money. Murky, sultry, slogging settles in - Casta's fighting off Charlize' chest with clubbing lefts and rights, occasionally trying to loop over Theron's outstretched arms to clout her upside the head. CT palming the shoulders/neck, tucking LaTish into headlocks, holding Casta in the crook of the left to lick her cute right uppercuts tight on the inside. Down the stretch, Casta erupts with a series of bashing left hands, cranking away to liver on CT, stooping blonde forward suddenly shabby - CASTA ROMPS TO JUG! La'Tish fighting her way free of Theron's arms, starts piling into that chest with heartless chugging action - big, booming lefts and rights hammering away at defenceless rack and CT TAKES A KNEE! Charlize watery-eyed, breathless - she wilts to her left knee, hands still at Laetitia's thighs as Casta stands strong, bellows down with woozy defiance at the bell.

R4: Casta loops a right to jaw, sending Theron stagger-stepping to her right - CT recovers, walks Casta into a swinging bolo right hand flat amidships - puts the hook on top to pound the mouthpiece off Laetitia's teeth. Casta reeling, reaching to clinch as she tumbles forward - snarling Charlize rips an intercepting right uppercut to chin, steps right and clouts a looping right to the back of Casta's head as she's clattering past - Casta piles face first into ropes stunned! Charlize with her hands low, hopping-to again and going at brunette waist with slicing side to side shellack, twisting her hips and shoulders to lick her mitts almost sidearm to the body. Casta groaning, folding forward, Charlize stacks her up robust with a licking barrage to rack, rising lefts and rights curling up into world-class jug with hateful intentions. Casta dreamy, staring, arms outstretched to embrace Charlize - blonde just slugging her way past them, taking anything, everything she wants. Rampaging body blows too much - poor Casta gurgling, drooping - she slides to her right, turns and dumps to all fours, left hip against the ropes - and CHARLIZE PILES IN! Grinning CT takes a seat on Casta's back, riding her down as poor Laetitia flattens out under the weight - CT squirming, loving it - ref has to yank her up by her arms as Laetitia bawls in protest underneath.

R5: Charlize hands-low, grinning, left shoulder pointed - she rolls a tepid Casta right hand, slides back, slips a sweeping Casta left, slides back, slowly luring Laetitia forward at the stumble. Ropes: CT with a cute billiards move - bounces, ducks under a winging Casta left, comes up off Laetitia's left flank, hooks Laetitia in the ear. LaTish wobbly butt, turning - eats a mashing right hand on the chin, a robust left upside the head and flounders back into the ropes with a gobsmacked look. Charlize extending the left to stabilize, then SWEEPING the right to midsection, bouncing mitt off meat, arm shivering on impact, Casta groaning, cringing - and it's just getting started. Charlize standing tall, bracing Casta with the extended left and belting her heartless, slinging rights - skull, chin, and body checks issues as Theron bends her knees, gets all into that curvy French goodness. It's all too much - poor Casta defenceless, being battered - ref finally steps in and cradles her to safety as Charlize' bubbly laughter slices into Casta's psyche like flail. TKO5 Charlize Theron.

After: Dangerous moments in the immediate aftermath - elements of TU loyal to Casta slide into ring under the bottom rope, forming up around their reeling and battered flagship - soon as they clear benches, Krusher vixens jump to Charlize' side, fists cocked, nostrils flaring. Theron loving it: she looks fresh enough for a 16 celebrity battle royal if it comes.

Blonde taunting Casta across the crowd by holding up a widespread right hand and shouting "Hey 'Tish - how many fingers am I holding up? (answer is 5: the number of defeats inflicted, Theron to Casta).

Woozy Laetitia held back as she has murky thoughts of tearing into Charlize, despite ramshackle condition. Def con 1 diffused as negotiators brought in - one TU celeb will leave first if followed by 2 Krusher women - so on and so forth - order slowly restored so Theron can have an interview.

"That's five." Charlize says, shrugging her shoulders, smug expression. "I don't know what else I have to do to get it through that thick skull of hers that I'm better than she is. I've put as much hurt on Laetitia as I have any woman in this sport and frankly, I'm getting worried for her. Laetitia, I'll make you a deal: just announce in public that I'm better and we can end this. You're getting hurt now, getting knocked out, and it's only going to get worse if you continue to compete with me. Look at Cat Bell - you want to end up like that? Save yourself the heartache: the truth will set you free babe."

Gotta hand it to Theron - if Casta makes such a public admission it'll be a crowning achievement - if not - this kind of supremacy-rhetoric absolutely unbearable to proud French champion, almost as though Charlize is digging in with spurs to ride Laetitia the harder.