Before: Casta showing what kind of fighter she is - demanding an immediate rematch after being stopped by a heartless Zeta Jones - girls falling in hate with each other, each consumed with thoughts of dominating the other. Jones' pride bruised by allegations that she was losing the fair fight and had to resort to cheap practice to bail herself out - she's anxious to prove her ownership of Casta is no fluke. Laetitia similarly motivated - record books show a hard-to-swallow win for Jones that must be avenged.

Casta in royal blue bra style bikini, white fleur de lis print - Jones in red bikini. CZJ refuses to touch gloves during instructions, turning on her heel to spite Casta midring.

During R1,2: Slow start for Laetitia - Jones learning some lessons from the first fight, up tempos from the beginning. Jones double-jabbing her way in, then looting Casta's firm belly a scooping right hand, putting the hook hard on top. Casta well balanced, blocking shots in a high guard, but she's in constant retreat, backed to the ropes and plundered about the waist and ribcage as Jones lays the foundations for a long grinding fight.

R3: Casta blocking Jones right hands and countering with a short little right uppercut to the chin - French girl with some nice sharp punching has Brit backing out and regrouping early. Midway through - Jones jabbing, stepping into that thudding right hand to the pit of Casta's stomach - she shakes 'Tisha up the body shot and cashes in with a clouting hook to jaw - CASTA GOES DOWN! Bang-bang punching drops Laetitia to her backside - CZJ stomping forward and trampling the girl as though Jones can't stop her forward momentum: ref asks for better sportsmanship. Casta up, but dazed - she takes a swaying 8 - Jones hard-eyed as she moves in. Good rough consolidation for Jones - head down, reaching in with her left to push back on Casta's right bicep, checking the chin with a swinging right hand, then pushing up to bang the body. Casta sitting in the ropes, getting bludgeoned - she's staring, dishelved as Jones mauls her to the bell. CZJ forcing eye contact at the break: Casta's tear-stained cheeks, trembling lower lip.

R4: Laetitia showing good resilience - she's been treated shabby, but isn't quitting. Casta jabbing long to Jones' belly, swinging her right leg around in a graceful pivot outside, gently circling the Brit. Jones trying to close and put short punches together, but Casta using her legs, fades the aggression, turns her girl at the ropes, keeps on her with the jab. Jones chasing, not cutting off the ring - she's getting cuffed and sidestepped for pretty French points this round.

R5: Jones with a feint sets up a banging lead right hand on the chin - Casta's shook up. CZJ muscles in with her left shoulder, pushing Casta back, then snapping hook to trunks, hook to trunks - Laetitia moaning forward as Jones goes unrepentingly low. Jones feeling it - hooking Laetitia in her rightside, getting after the exposed kidney, and CASTA GOES DOWN! Laetitia dropped breathless to all fours - eyes bleary - AND JONES HELPS HERSELF TO BACK! Zeta J teeth bared, clubbing down on a helpless, downed opponent - ref bodies her off and issues a severe warning. 'Tishy takes 8 - Jones striding in eyes gleaming cold - OH she goes to that body! Luscious, snapping punches off the lungs - Jones getting her hips into it, bringing her fists back sharp to her chest on follow through. Jones on Laetitia's jugs, biting into them, curling up into them with crisscross cruelty. Casta reeling, shabby at the ropes, helpless to stop Jones from piling on late as the ref intercedes once again. Laetitia getting work in her corner - she's hurting, but determined: she won't let Jones break her will.

R6: Jones busier, smarter with her feet, doubling up the jab and working in and out with tap dancing precision. Casta dukes up, waiting on Jones, getting outworked, but she's finally letting the right hand go, landing firm on Jones' jaw and backing the Brit off at times. Casta fighting in spots can't win the round, but she's drawn a line in the canvas: Jones is going to have to earn it.

R7: Casta standing her ground, jabbing Jones to a halt, then leaning into sizzling rights - Cathy turning to roll with the punches and backing away, very conscious of the power. Tactical seventh - Jones frustrated in her attempts to get close and cluster-punch her foe - Casta patient, blocking in a tight guard, working behind her jab, clinching whenever Jones succeeds in passing the stick. Angry shoving after the break from CZJ - Laetitia giving it right back to her - ref gets involved as tempers flare.

R8: Girls step into stiff jabs, right hands taped to cheeks - it's Jones backing off, spanked back. Casta advancing, jabbing to her girl's chest, working her to the perimeter. Jones looking to turn at the ropes, but Casta leans in with a gorgeous long right cross, clipping Jones' chin, spinning her 90 degrees and sinking her sideways into the ropes. Jones desperately hurt by the shot, just slumped over, presenting her left side to Casta - Laetitia palming the shoulder to keep that left arm out of the way and going heartlessly, murderously to the ribs with a plundering right hand. Repeated bashing blows hammer home just above Jones' hip - Laetitia leaning in over Jones' back to drive the haymaker's in. Catherine groans, twisting face first into the ropes and sinking to her knees - face snivelling out into the crowd. Jones hugging at her body, on her pale haunches, sobbing as she tilts into the strands and it's OVER! Stunning KO8 Laetitia Casta!

After: Poetic justice meted out - Casta stunning Jones to steal a fight the British beauty was winning handily. Monster punching from Casta simply numbing Jones, denting her chin and knocking her out to the body. Laetitia's awash with bloodlust - Casta storming across the ring with gloves removed, reaching under Jones' arms and hauling her bawling to her feet for a glorious walk of shame. Casta prancing - loving it - she caps it off by jamming a wobbly butt Jones chest-first to a corner, draping the Brit's limp left leg over a middle rope to leave her on shabby display. Casta pressing in close from behind, hands on Jones' hips, hissing into Catherine's ear, Jones eyes clenched, squeezing out tears - she just wants it all to end. You don't see the generally good-natured Casta treat her foes this way very often and you don't see Jones taking it very well - ever.