BEFORE: "Americans have no idea what it was like in Britain under the Zeta Jones/Hurley junta," Gemma says with haunted eyes. "Kelly Brook and I can tell you stories! They were such tyrants to us - NOBODY became a major UK celebrity without paying some sort of tribute, and everyone suffered - even their allies. Fortunately, that's winding down now. Jones spent her energies in America, and was never the fighter here that she was back home; Hurley unsupported was manageable - and now of course, the dam has burst. Between Torv and myself, we'll sweep this hated regime away for good and all!"

Jones rolling her eyes, poo-pooing the notion that she ruled with an iron fist beyond the scrutiny of American media. "All rubbish," Jones says of Arterton's point of view. "I fought with no more venom than any other woman in Britain, and far from meddling in other careers, I offered valuable assistance and mentorship to those with the sense to take it. I mounted successful campaigns against French and Spanish beaches, and defended our own beaches with Churchillian verve. British celebrity owes me a tremendous debt of gratitude, and I am saddened by Gemma's hateful attitude. I am no Laetitia Casta: if Gemma thinks to simply punch me apart in the ring, she shall be sorely rebuked. I still view her as a subject, not an equal, and I shall treat her as such on the night!"

Gemma in black bikini, hair in high ponytail with bangs framing face; black gloves. CZJ in yellow bikini; hair loose in gypsy tangles; black gloves. Fighters refuse to touch gloves during staredown - Jones even going so far as to demand Arterton kneel during ref's instructions!

During R1: Right hand CZJ: gambling, crisp shot turns Arterton's chin aside early: Jones all wide-eyed, anxious to finish as quickly as possible. Gemma hurt - easily bundled to ropes: Jones pushing in, crowding, smuggles a pair of right hands into Gemma's trunks, sitting rival Briton in ropes with a sob of pain. Jones pushing off, but staying close: thick, thumping beatdown issued to Arterton's crowd-pleasing rack - Jones pummeling it with both hands, then digging hooks to belly as Arterton folds forward. CZJ stacking brawny - being big on Gemma: Jones really laying down the law to an unruly subject in the first - stackin' and jackin' as Gemma's ragdolled.

R2: Arterton shows pluck - shrugging off hurt to come out organized, effective. Gems in forward aspect - right (back) heel up off canvas as she pumps stick: Jones forced to cover up/roll torso out on the end of educated ARterton poke. Gemma rotating clockwise - off the jab she'll dip torso-right for a peek at Jones' left flank; fit a right hand in snug behind left elbow. Similar dip to the left opens up angles for Arterton's thumping left hook in behind Jones' right elbow: Catherine pursing lips, grimacing behind her guard as Gemma works the body like a good revolutionary should.

R3: Fighting in the trenches - girls getting shoulder to shoulder, showing mitts-at-cheeks as they bump for position, then chip each other short-shrugging uppercuts (either hand, off either leg). Compact, tidy stuff: uppercuts scraping off prepared defences for the most part, but setting up thudding work in rival tummies. Midway through, Jones POUNDS paunch a thick right/left: Gemma grunts, stoops, munches on a jagged right uppercut that puts her wobbly butt. Jones sees the hurt - goes immediately to trunks with an enterprising right/left: moist sob of hurt, Gemma - she folds forward while backing away - left hand at her crotch, right across her gut. Jones walking hurt prey down all big-girl: she palm-shoves Gemma in her shoulders to help her to ropes, then squares away to operate. Tough final minute for Gems: curvy legs holding her up, but she's battered in her earmuff guard...Jones crouching, getting her back and buns into clobbering rib-and-waistline haymakers with either hand, then shoving Gemma ropeside to reset. Bell: Arterton slumped, mouthbreathing, trying to rally herself...Jones makes sure of Gemma's trunks with an extra left hook - bringing ref in hot. Arterton in agony, sitting in ropes, both gloves pushing at her tenderest portions as Jones ignores a stern warning during break.

R4: Jones jabbing Gemma chest-and-face; leaning in to palm-push her shoulders - walking her down. Arterton gulping, looking shabby from fouls and legit body work both: she's trying to circle-and-jab for time. Midway through, Jones shows a glimpse of her old form - slips inside the jab, placing weight on left (front) leg, twitching the short left uppercut onto Gemma's chin-tip and DOWN GOES ARTERTON! Gems picked up stout, then dropping down to all fours: Jones pushing hair out of her eyes on the curvy strut past a fallen ingenue. Resume: Jones wading in to finish, but Gemma proving combative: Arterton twisting side to side, clubs Catherine's heaving breasts some tasty shellack at close range. Jones grimacing, but determined: she halts Gemma's rally with a right hand to crouch, then reaches under Gem's arms to stack her upright. Jones fighting off Arterton's chest, smothering her ropeside while working the gut both hands: Gemma groaning, trying to tie up, but finding Catherine VERY strong when dug in, in good position. Bell: Catherine sorts out Gemma's trunks with an extra right hand...Arterton sobbing in outrage, doubling over as ref moves in to repeat his commands from just a few minutes ago. Jones pursing her lips, glaring at the official like a plantation owner set to bullwhip an employee.

R5: Hooks and crosses scatter Gemma to ropes: Catherine humming the punches in, leaning into her shots, moving Arterton on contact. Gemma rallying, bouncing off ropes to catching Catherine rising rights or lefts off the hips: both girls starting to chow down on heavy leather. Hard right hand punches Gemma's head aside, slumps her in ropes: as Cathy's moving in to capitalize, Gemma shocks her a short right in reprisal, jamming the Zeta J jaw. JONES GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Catherine sputtering face-first into ropes, suddenly derailed: Gemma spinning off ropes, reverses field, pushing on Jones to stack her proper. GEMMA WANTS JUG! Arterton steaming into Catherine's rack via criss-cross, palm-down, ram-stamping lefts and rights: Jones astonished, slouching in ropes, black hair across her eyes, mouth open as she's ransacked. Violent punching stuns Catherine, sitting her in ropes, then dropping her to her butt: she's a jug-shocked beauty, sitting upright, mouth wide open, arms hugging her bikini top. Ref bodying seething ARterton away - delaying the count: Catherine able to climb the ropes for a swaying 8! ON COMES THE GEMSTER! Arterton showing strength - denying the Jones clinch - shoving Catherine down, then beating her without mercy. Just one brunette moving her hands on another - fists bouncing off skull/shoulders/pecs - with the occasional ripper finding Jones' curvy paunch. It's all too much - deluge of ARterton leather bludgeons Jones panting to all fours...she stays in that pose - long hair dangling down both sides of her face; heavy breasts shuddering; wide white back glossy under hot overhead lights. That's Jones used up for 10: KO5 Gemma Arterton!

After: Arterton crying, throwing her arms around Torv in exultation: Wicked Witch is beaten helpless as Jones' empire of fear continues to unravel. Catherine achy to her stool, looking miserable: all-out first half effort to get the KO fails as Gemma proves too determined. "It's a huge weight lifted," Gemma says. "Jones is still very, very intimidating for UK fighters: to see her humbled is so liberating for me - so empowering. It's hard not to think of the lightweight title now, though I know the Wiz will give me his 'baby steps' speech again. Still...Catherine Zeta Jones...beaten! That must surely put my name in the running!"