Before: "Casta's unorthodox," Jen says of her French foe, "hard to train for, hard to predict. She can be a banger, she can be a boxer, she can come in big-bellied, she can come in light - you never know. I just try to work on my conditioning for an opponent like this, try not to get locked in on any one approach - you have to be ready for anything with Laetitia. Including knocking her out in the first round: I've already made dinner reservations for that night - just in case!"

Casta haughty as press has a good laugh - French vixen off a nice long summer of La Conquista and red wine - she's soft, but stronger-looking than years past: built to take what Jen can dish. "Jennifer is the finest American fighter of her generation - including that overated whore Charlize Theron - but I understand how to get under the skin of Garner. I have Jennifer-beating strategies that no one else knows - I am poison for her and she knows it. I will win this fight: Jennifer will have to eat soup at her restaurant. Through a straw."

Casta with hair beach-free, sporty pink bikini with white polka-dots (twist-tie top and bottoms), white gloves. Jen in bra-style baby blue top, sturdy navy bottoms, hair battle-braided - white gloves.

During R1: Girls assuming strong, flat-footed gunplatform stances, both looking to plant and punch early. Casta ringing right crosses off Jen's chin, scoring over Garner's left mitt - doubling up the punch at times, tossing in a hook on top - and when Jen backs up - Casta tosses hooks to breadbasket with fat clapping verve. Garner scowling as she takes solid French clout, but banging back: JG shooting one-two straight up the middle, ducking down on her left side, bending at the waist to weave on her way out. Spirited, heavy handed stuff - both girls getting off in robust fashion, taking turns backing each other up around the ring. Casta's insistent right hand probably the difference - Jen giving up a lot of chin in the first.

R2: Similar pace (methodical, heavy handed), similar stances (flat-footed crouches) - both girls want to be the puncher tonight. Jen pumping her jab (dig that full, rounded shoulder-head as she pounds stick) to prep the target, dropping straight right hands up the middle - Casta catching on her mouth, head snapping back as she's forced to step out. Laetitia still offensive-minded, even when beaten to punches - still leaning in and committing to Jen's chin, catching Garner firm clout on occasion. Crowd getting into it - girls basically standing and shelling each other like a couple of man-o'-wars: trading broadsides early. Jen gets the better of it, bloodying Casta's nose this round.

R3: Casta pouring herself at Jen's chin via the right hand! Laetitia bending in, pulling wallop over the top to smash the leftside of Jen's head. Straight rights off a jab. Short, chopping rights off wide set-up hooks. Garner a little wide-eyed - she's soaked several gonging blasts - clearly wasn't expecting a series of high-risk bombing runs from 'Tish this early. Laetitia backing Jen up this round - extending a measuring left and leaning in righty: only when Jen's back hits the ropes and she covers up earmuff does Casta go to the body. 'Tish banging paunch with shoulders rotating, arms swinging underneath, mitts bouncing spanky off American meat right/left. Jen issuing clinches, lips parted, brow furrowed: Laetitia's come to fight tonight.

R4: Casta attacking chin, stepping into her right hands: Garner gets the timing of it this round. Minute mark - Jen slips in and to her left, getting under a Casta right; Garner answers-back the hook from her crouch, taking 'Tisha NEAT on her chin. Instant wobbly-derierre, Casta: eyes forlorn as she staggers back on her heels - jugs a-jiggle - mitts down at her hips. Jen hopping-to - right at her cheek as she spits jabs to chest, coaxing Casta to ropes, then leaning in a ZESTY right hand ticketed for chin. Casta manages to roll with it, then tie Jen up in a desperation clinch - Casta's right ear in behind Jen's right shoulder as American is twisted awkwardly in the grasp. Casta purposefully puts her right foot behind Jen's left and trips her to canvas, landing heavily atop Garner as crowd heaps scornful boos upon the Frenchwoman. Garner frazzled - Tish pushing up off big American body - ref pulls Casta aside by her elbow to read her the riot act.

R5: More right hands from Casta - many of them missing, many of them exposing her to dangerous counters - but Tish Casta wants Jen Garner's chin and is willing to get hurt to obtain it. Garner backpedalling, trying to impose some order with her jab, but she's getting tagged, getting tagged, getting ROCKED! Jennifer staggers wide-eyed to ropes, hands low - how-could-you stare in watery eyes and Laetitia POURS IN! Tish rough with her left mitt - pushing Jen upright by her throat and punching her full across the face right! Big soccer-ball sounding blast smashes Jen's head aside, buzzing her legs. Casta frisky, shifting her feet, throttling Jen again to push her upright lefty, slug her full-blooded rights - GARNER'S GETTING CAR-JACKED! No choice, Jen: Garner wobbly butt, starts slugging back like a shabby starlet in a 2am smoker and SHE'S BACKING CASTA UP! Tish getting beat to rights and lefts - Garner groggily stepping forward, lobbing rights off her left foot, lefts off her right, clanging away to either side Tish Casta's face! Down the stretch - both girls reeling, hands low, faces bleak with punishment - they trade looping overhand rights to chins and JEN GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Casta with that left hand pushing Jen in her throat, gets her ropeside, straightens her up and CLOBBERS her another lusty right across the mug. Garner's head tossing, then lolling sadly back into position - eyelashes fluttering, lips parted - Casta able to strap her another beaut before ref jumps in to enforce the bell neither slugging automaton has heard.

R6: Groggy beauties stagger to midring - faces blank, mouths open, hands dangerously low. They trade sloshing hooks-to-chin from the hip, punching each other off balance. They trade swinging right hands, momentarily crossing arms at the elbow on follow-through. Casta sloshes back a slappy hook, clouting Jen across the face and Garner stumbles to her left, glassy-eyed and stunned. Sloppy, swinging action sees Casta back Jen to ropes - Garner just pushing out leather, head ringing from countless 'Tish Casta right hands tonight - French vixen able to square away, extending that left hand to stabilize, loading up on buxom rights.

It's a savage, methodical, relentless assault on Jen's chin.

Casta open-mouthed - exhausted but willing herself on - she's bodying up, pushing and palming, then driving clout through to Jen's chin. Garner's braided skull tempest-tossed, big pale body deadweight in the ropes as she's pushed upon and pounded. Head lolling forward as eyes grow dim - but strong legs too proud to give way. Casta hauling rights up off her thigh, plowing into jaw, falling onto Jen on follow through, then pushing herself off for the next wallop. Jen out on her feet - pushing her right hand out to knuckle uselessly at Casta's breasts before the next haymaker slams home. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Jen not going down, just lolling on the ropes facing into French shellack - official cradles blubbering Garner to safety as Casta staggers away the TKO6 victrix!

After: Casta-jinx strikes again - staking all on a gambling right-handed attack that reduces Jen to rubble before French limbs give way from exhaustion. "I am - how you say - inside the head of Jen Garner, non?" a drained, but exultant Casta bleats in postfight. "She is the putty in my hands - I twist and mold her as I desire. I knew I could knock her out - let us see Biel equal THAT!"