Before: Laetitia a hateful little minx in prefight - constantly whispering and gossiping with her entourage in French while gazing in Winslet's direction - mocking Kate on the scales with puffed out cheeks and waddling walk - shameful. Winslet shaking off the toxic atmosphere: she's not about to let Casta ruin this experience for her.

"All I can say is it's great to be fighting in the States again, on a PPV stage - there's really nothing like an FCBA spotlight," gushes Kate at the podium. "Loads of respect for Laetitia as a fighter, honestly - she's hammered her fair share of Brits back home and I'm anxious to match mitts with her. As for her acting? Let's just say I had as a good a laugh at a Laetitia Casta screentest as she did at my weigh in." Pointed look from Kate to 'Tish, tongue in cheek, eyebrows lifted in challenge: Casta non-too thrilled with the sassy backtalk.

Kate in royal blue halter bikini top, ring connection, floral print bikini bottoms - mauves, blues, pinks - curly hair back off her face. Casta in classy crimson (long flowing loin-skirts during ring instructions, removed for fight proper) - halter style top ring connected, sturdy bottoms, low, curly ponytail with loose forelocks framing her face.

During R1: Smilin' Kate punching gangbusters to Laetitia's tits - slugging those halter-bags with great looting lefts and rights - elbows up high as she drives forward. Casta hopping back and drilling straight right counters - pounding Winslet's face against and again, slowly bringing Winny to heel. Casta over to offense - snarling as she licks the hook to jaw, drops the cross - Katie's turn to back up, flabbergasted at the sock coming her way. Winni driven the length of the ring, hitting ropes in disarray: 'Tish Casta squares away to get every single one of those jug punches back. Sated - Casta backs off after giving Kate's halter a dreadful drubbing - Winslet grimacing, covering up - Casta jabs her along the ropes to the bell.

R2: First minute hard jabbing from Casta - actual snobbery evident on the punch: it's equal parts disdain, contempt, and punishment as Winslet covers up against the sting. Second minute - Casta shakes Winni up a HARD right hand thick to pooch - breathy gasp, buckled knees from Kate - she's already wounded when Laetitia commits 100% to hooking that pale British right flank. Katie sloooowly crumpling, reaching for the canvas and easing to all fours - panting, cringing from the hurt. Casta blowing curls out of her eyes, haughtily prancing past en route to the neutral corner, eyes with a hardness usually reserved for a Krusher fighter.

R3: Kate winging lusty again, pounding Casta to the chest and driving her backward - once again, La'tish shows an ability to fight in reverse, hopping back, walking Winni's face into the straight right, swatting her hooks upside the head while stepping out. Soon as Kate's forward mo' slows - 'Tish goes over to offense, drawing roars from the crowd as she POUNDS home the right cross/left hook. Winslet takes it tuff, but knees are weak - she half turns away while retreating, getting pelted as Casta lays down a walking barrage to ropes. Casta settling down some - cold, measured fury now - digging into Kate's tummy great strapping rights and lefts, licking hooks at Kate's flank, bouncing a short right hand off the dome of Kate's head. Winslet crossing her arms, staring back forlorn: she's getting drilled, doesn't have any answers.

R4: Casta patient, deliberate, systematically breaking Kate down. Casta circling slowly midring, stepping left around her jab, carefully working Winslet about the eyes. Smooth right crosses off the shoulder - Casta turning over the ankle of her back foot pretty as she drives in - fist spanking hard off face, skidding on skin, leaving Winslet gobsmacked. Casta doubling up the hook behind Kate's right elbow, just tucking it in moist to ribs - Winslet cramping up, leaning forward behind her mitts as accumulated punishment adds up.

R5: Casta driving on Kate now - jab setting up hard right hands, vicious, stroking hooks raking across ribs or trembling pooch. Just a hard-strapping beatdown at the ropes - Casta balanced, extending on punches and flowing nicely from one side to the other. Every once in a while - Kate gets hit so clean, so hard on her chin her legs give way and spill her across the ropes, but she won't give Casta the satisfaction of a knockdown. La'Tish stepping-with, dukes collected at her chest as she sets her feet, then she strokes on extra. Bell to Bell Laetitia - smoldering look of appraisal as she gives a sagging Winslet the once-over at the break.

R6: Casta punching at will - ready position with hands loose at her chest, turning into her blows, shifting weight from one foot to the other as she cranks up the leverage. Winslet busting up, groaning, legs shot - she sits in the ropes just a-sponging whatever Laetitia's got on offer. Tish's eyes hard with cruel concentration - absolutely pitiless - she's just urging her limbs and body to ruin Kate Winslet tonight. She'll start Kate out a drifting straight right off the forehead - Casta easing onto her front foot with the shot, perfectly balanced to dig a hook to Winslet's stout ribs, then doubling the left into a tight uppercut - Casta carrying through the motion to her own right shoulder as Winni's head spanks back. Nothing back from Kate - corner screaming at her to clinch or move, but Winni's too groggy.

R7: Some in the crowd screaming for fight to be stopped: Casta's just loving it too much on Kate at this point. Laetitia in that strong stance, giving it to Winslet workmanlike - Casta's guns just shelling away flanks, tummy, tits and chin in a ropey effort to beat Katie down. Winslet tragically battered at this point - just cringing, tilting forward, shipping unforgivable blows. Anyone else would back off: Casta shifts to the right to get a better angle for a series of gutting right hands to the body, tip of her tongue pink between hard-working lips. On and on and on - even hardened veteran FCBArs in the audience shaking their heads as Laetitia takes batting practice. FINALLY, Winslet's legs give out - she drifts to all fours, face slack, eyes vacant - some part of her wants to rise, but her body refuses to rally. KO7 Casta as Katie can't get off her knees.

After: Casta preening, Casta glowing, Casta basking in the moment as she holds her arms out wide and struts the ring: poor Kate helped to her stool and given immediate attention after the heartless beating. Boos cascade down as a beaming La'Tish pushes her way into the Winslet corner - nodding 'Yes' as Kate's blubbering 'no' in protest: Casta pulls Kate to her feet by her wrists. Shabby walk of shame for Kate - she's snivelling, trying to wish it all away: Casta riding a brawny right arm around Winni's waist, waving regally with the left - French woman treating herself in such heinous fashion - even hard-hearted Lucy Liu moved to comment, "That Casta can be a real wench sometimes."