Before: "Ledoyen's fought the toughest schedule in boxing this year," a TU spokesperson reveals, "She's fought her heart out for us, and we wanted to get her something nice for Christmas; Winona is it. Virginie deserves a big fat payday on US soil - she's earned it." Ryder well aware she's being pegged as a Ledoyen-look-good project: Winona's not having it. "When two girls scrap, anything can happen," Ryder warns in prefight. "I'm a lot bigger than most of the girls Virginie's been testing - she's not going to like getting hit by me. I'm coming in with a sure-fire fight plan: kick Virginie's ass! Works every time!" Ledoyen in cerulean blue bikini, small white gloves. Winona in black lace push up; yellow knit hipster bottoms; small black gloves.

During R1: Ryder's chin high and proud, hands low, palms down - she's stepping in a jab off her hip, but it's telegraphed: easy read for Ledoyen early. Virginie taking a minute to circle, feint, testing Winona's footwork to either side - then Ledoyen digs in. Spitting brace of jabs spooks Winona to ropes: she's awkward backing up, bringing mitts to temples at the apron. Virginie prodding the jab, just keeping it in Winona's face, touching her guard, then STRAPPING the waist right/left. Virginie patient - whacking at Winona-belly, then stepping out, keeping the jab on Ryder. Body blows bring a hissing grimace to Winona's face, loosening up her defences: Ledoyen bending in, loops a hard overhand right to head instead of to body, completing mixing Ryder up. Concussive blast stuns Ryder: LEDOYEN ROMPS TO JUG! Happy smile of a French girl at play as Virginie stands up in the stirrups, gallops to rack with a pleasing, shrugging, lapping action to bell.

R2: Virginie prowling - right hand at her cheek - she's stooping to reach in jabs to Winona's under-trained gut, sidestepping left around the poke. Ryder snarling, turning: hands still relatively low, chin up. Virginie crafty - touching Winona in her body to focus Ryder's attention downstairs, then looping the odd right hand overtop to bounce off Winona's astonished face. Ryder taking a pretty good shot, stands in and answers batting, lapping rights and lefts in haphazard, rising arcs. Ledoyen in complete control, but absorbing the odd receipt as Ryder proves feisty.

R3: Ledoyen circling to her left, leaning in and down with strong, pounding right hands to Winona's suspect tummy, or stitching jabs to paunch. Stiff touches have Winona grouchy, but she's just turning, glaring, doesn't seem to have any answers. Again, Virginie able to make Ryder too tummy-conscious: French vixen looping over the top at times, bouncing right hands off Winona's head. Walloping noggin-knockers put Winona wobbly butt a minute in - she staggers to her right, eyes glassy. Virginie scooting forward in her stance, very disciplined with her feet - spitting jabs to put Ryder's back to ropes. Strapping right/left shellacks against Winona's waistline, beating a groan of pain from her lips: Ryder tilting forward behind her mitts starts to unravel. Ledoyen squares away flat footed - she'll palm Winona's shoulders lightly, placing her head to either side of Winona's bowed head, then rip Ryder to the body on that side. Strapping, methodical work - Virginie just helping herself to thick slicks of Winona's breadbasket, buckling Ryder's knees and rendering her helpless. As Winona collapses: Virginie pushes her upright and gets back on that rack, THUMPING away with supple, whippy lefts and rights. Pretty stuff - Ledoyen twitching her shoulders side to side, her chest leading the motion, pulling her arms through to clobber Winona-jug some healthy clouting wallops. Bell: Ryder weeping, hugging her battered jugs as Virginie brightens. That's it - Winona bleating in pain on stool, quits rather than face more Virginie in the fourth. Stoppage via Submission 3, Virginie Ledoyen.

After: Ledoyen beaming, virtually untouched - she prances the ring, waving her right hand and blowing kisses to the audience: Virginie showcase materializes as expected - Winona simply unable to offer any surprises. "A tremendous buffetting," Virginie gushes in postfight. "It is what I dreamed of giving Winona. There was a time when Ryder could have given me a terrific fight - but no longer. I am worth a dozen Winona Ryders now!"