Before: "Shannon's a litmus test for Laetitia," says one grizzled scribe. "Is Casta just hot, or has she actually made substantial improvements in her game? That's the kind of thing a fighter like Elizabeth will find out." Unorthodox slugger holds a devastating early KO over Casta - long been a point of pride for Laetitia to address that slight.

Laetitia with hair back, two-toned bra and panties, black leather in the back, leopard print fronts - Shannon in stars and stripes bra style bikini.

During R1: Casta coiled, wrists bent, knuckles pointed at Shannon - Laetitia crouching in, jabbing hard to the chest, weaving her upperbody to keep Elizabeth's guns in their holsters. Shannon just watching, getting stamped back by the stick - she's at the ropes, reaching a pointless left when Casta ROCKETS to jaw a sweeping right mitt! Shannon folds stiff to the ropes, right shoulder on the strands, eyes dim - Casta pounces on weakness. Laetitia bang-bang to the waist, tight snapping blows, then jab/right hand on the chin as Shannon tilts, poses for bombs. Elizabeth dazed, not answering back - Casta putting rigid combinations together, body and head and SHANNON GOES OUT ON HER FEET! Elizabeth getting rocked over and over, goes limp, continues to soak up banging blows as she wilts to sprawl on her side at Casta's feet. Sweet, sweet KO1 Laetitia Casta!

After: Test passed! Casta blowing Shannon E away and maybe hammering the final nail in the coffin that was once boxing's most illustrious career. Elizabeth distraught upon recovery, sobbing over the tattered remnants of her reputation while Laetitia C looks like a champion at last. "As long as Shannon held that moment of triumph over me," beams Laetitia, "there would always be naysayers. I've answered, and answered with vigor. I am not a fluke, not an ingenue. I am the legitimate and true, undisputed celebrity lightweight champion tout la monde!"