Before: Dani Fishel with a well-deserved break, takes over the guest-commentator duties for Casta/Bell.

"Cat and I were reminiscing the other night about all our wars together," Dani narrates, "how we've had each other's back through thick and thin, fought the good fight, held our ground - I can't believe we're still doing it and still fighting at the top of our game. Tonight - Cat's got Laetitia Casta and let me tell you: we don't take Casta lightly. Very tough to prepare for, as Cat says 'You never know which Laetitia will show up'. I know Cat actually doesn't watch a lot of tape on Casta just because she doesn't want to get locked into any wrong expectations. The plan is just to get into great condition, spar a lot of rounds to be really sharp for the fight, and look for Laetitia's chin. If Casta has a weakness, we like to think she can't match up with Cat in the sock department."

Casta hammy with press in prefight - mercurial French girl sometimes aloof, sometimes playful - she boggles everyone by referring to Cat as 'Taco' Bell, 'because she's cheap, everything's fake, and none of it's really Mexican!' French humour: leaves everyone looking at Laetitia like she's got a squid on her face - Casta busting a gut regardless.

Cat in white Stuff cover bikini, Laetitia in navy bikini halter style top, twist tied at jugs, white tie-side bottoms.

During R1: Casta wades into Cat, mouth on shoulder, lugging punches up into Bell's body, forcing Cat's back to ropes in early action. Laetitia methodical, jerking up in, stroking, pushing and keeping her head on to stabilize Bell. Midway through, upthrusting lefts and rights brush Cat upright, startling her: Casta twists and pulls a sweeping backhand right across those hulking hooters, wrenching a sob of agony from Cat. Laetitia's eyes lighting up as her right hand flings wide on follow through - ref immediately in there warning about the illegal backfist - Bell getting a moment to recover, eyes moist, but LIVID! CAT WADES OFF THE ROPES! Bell into Laetitia with trudging lefts and rights, punching to the pelvis, slugging to rib and jug, backing Casta the length of the ring and JAMMING her to far ropes. Casta's head whiplashing wearily, mouth open - hands extended plaintively to stop the pounding as CAT GOES JUG! Bell mindless, tearing away searing left and right uppercuts, mashing French melon with wanton aggression. Casta drooping forward, hands out to the side, on the verge of collapse at the bell as Cat pours it on!

R2: LAETITIA WADES INTO CAT! Casta showing a mean streak, punching hard, coming forward - Bell backed into the ropes and belted once again. Cat upright, dukes at temples, riding it out - Casta leaning forward, dukes at her chin, ripping hooks to flank and ear, curling tight left uppercuts, fitting right hands wide to Cat's hip. Casta compact, bobbing her head as she works, bringing her hands back quick - not a lot of counter ops for Bell. Cat gritting her teeth late, dipping her shoulder and mining a little tummy via a cramming left hand - hard working TE vixen avoids a shutout in a Casta second.

R3: CASTA WADES IN! Laetitia committing to pressure in this fight, lustily throwing hard, right roundhouses up top, leaning her cheek in against Cat's high guard to reach the hook down snug inside Bell's right hip. Cat backed up AGAIN, forced to cover up and work off the ropes. Bell with a high guard, giving away the body to some extent, blocking up top and answering with short left uppercuts, choppy right hands to Casta's chin. La'Tish leaning forward and getting bandy-armed to the body, lathering and batting away, palming Cat's hips back, being the bully. Hard working French third sees Casta pull ahead on the cards.

R4: Bell adjusting, getting to midring first, stepping into a hard jab, right hand held high at her temple - she's not backing up this round. Laetitia spanked back by stick, covering up and looking pensive for the first time - French girl prowls to the right, seeking a way past the defences. Tactical thrust-and-parry to Cat's liking - she's outjabbing Laetitia, channelling and steering her, finding her with straight right hands. Down the stretch, Cat with a thudding one-two to the chest puts Casta on her heels - Bell able to step in with a wide hook/biting right hand on the chin to drapes Laetitia stunned on the ropes at the bell. Ringside: Dani up out of her chair, fist pumped, urging Cat on in what's shaping up to be a very rugged contest.

R5: Cat wading in, but wading in smart - stepping with a pulverizing jab to Casta's face, punching her groggy before drifting home the short right, mopping up a heartless left hook behind the elbow. Casta's back hits ropes - she earmuffs up, bending at the waist - Bell sets up strong. Cat squared away, dukes up - she's riding her guard into Laetitia to jostle, pop-popping one-twos whenever Casta straightens up; working hooks to the flank and hip whenever Laetitia leans forward. Cat scooping her fair share of jug with carving little left hands, keeping the right under her chin and just turning her shoulder into meanspirited little swipes. Casta answering in spots, but shipping a beating - she chides herself angrily en-route to her corner for the break.

R6: Casta wades in - looping right hand misses, swinging left misses, but Cat driven pell-mell into the ropes has to cover up earmuff. Laetitia piles in, propping Bell up against the strands and going waistline with great stroking lefts and rights - mitts bouncing taut off tummy, Casta ripping and bringing her hands back to her own chest, really wearing out the Cat Bell midsection. Torso-droop from Bell at the midway mark, face strained, breath coming in forced grunts as Casta keeps a-lathering. Good bell to bell effort - Laetitia pounding the body, then arching her back for short-arm uppercuts, taking advantage of Bell's weary forward lean to tidy up jug, force openings to the chin.

R7: Casta back on top, hungrier, more aggressive, busier than Cat. Bell earmuffing up, hunching forward slightly, turning her shoulders with the incoming - Casta just squaring up and pounding away. Laetitia getting nice lanky stroke, then snapping her fists back to her chin or chest - really pleasing spank and bounce off Cat's hips, shoulders, ribs and tum. Jugs become available whenever Bell tilts forward - Casta looming over her opponent, hoisting tittie-scrub from underneath. Casta showing strength, palming Cat's shoulders back and wailing her. Bell unable to answer back, takes bell to bell shellack - she's very stoic, nobody knows she's hurt until she heads back to her corner at the bell and stumbles, clearly wobbly butt, light-headed.

R8: More Laetitia pouring herself at Cat Bell along the ropes. Bell gritting her teeth, dukes at temples, blocking and countering with short, chippy hooks and uppercuts - but all the serious, sustained work is being done by Casta. Laetitia opening up risky downstairs, but getting great free-swinging leverage to the waist - twisting her hips and shoulders as she sinks in hooks to Bell's white trunkline. Cat sagging, butt in ropes, exhaling through pursed lips - she's taking quite a beating, hanging in there, touching Casta just enough to keep French girl from going all-in.

R9: Cat takes midring strong, stacks Casta up that spearing, step in jab - Laetitia regrouping, circling to her right. Bell marching, jabbing to face, jabbing to chest, leaning with corking rights over Casta's left shoulder - Laetitia herded to ropes, her turn to cover up and ride. Cat muscular - stabilizing Casta with a right in the shoulder to bat lefts up into her body, then stabilizing left to dig righty. Laetitia groaning, reaching for Cat's hips - French girl tieing up, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering as she rests on Bell as ref issues break. Cat re-arming, then wading back in - eyes merciless as she bores in, stays on Casta with strapping leather. Midway through, tremendous series of right hands to the pit of Casta's stomach hits paydirt - moaning French girl sinks to one knee, tears squeezing out the corners of tightly clenched eyes. Bell exhaling in near exhaustion, chest heaving with the exertion of putting Casta down.

R10: Casta ramshackle, shopworn - she's up off her stool achy, bodying up Cat midring but unable to hold ground: Bell walks Laetitia to ropes and gets rough, palming and shoving to set the table. Bell working Laetitia over: thick, methodical stuff - stabilizing Casta with one hand on the shoulder while the other hand bangs away beefy. Casta groaning, now bent forward double, now braced upright against the ropes - she's answering now for her brazen start as Cat helps herself. Bell just bashing Casta into stupor, realizing Casta won't go tonight - Cat shortens up stroke, gets in close and shrugs away to jug to leave some lasting hurt on her opponent. Bell sounds: Laetitia crying fresh tears, pushes Cat off in outrage, breasts pulsing with punishment - hard looks from unrepentant Bell who looks like she wants a bit more. Comes back UD10 by a single point - Cat Bell!

After: Shades of Casta/Carpenter when a late rally delivered victory unto Laetitia - Cat with a 9th round knockdown separates herself just enough to get a razor thin decision tonight. Cat responds to a Tractorpull question about the unusual vitriol between brunettes on the night.

"I don't know - she got under my skin a little bit and made me want to punish her," Bell shrugs. "She's hard to figure - sometimes she's a great girl, sometimes I just want to smash her face in. Both of us went for jug more than we have in the past - I think she thought she could get me to back off or something, who knows? It backfired though - I was the only one taking rack at the end."