Before: Proud Corsican Casta sits back straight, face rigid through prefight conferences that feature an endless stream of gloating Krusher audio-visuals - Team Mandy wearing out video tape of that KO1 Moore last time out. "It was the low point of my career," Casta says quietly, speaking only to French press. "I will repay it ten fold. If she scored the upset of the year against me, I will show her the beating of the year as the last ballots are being cast."

Moore a stark contrast to brooding, sullen Casta: upbeat, constantly smiling, posing with her right hand cocked for fan-photos - confident beauty not shy about promising another Casta-whack.

"Definitely, I'll lay her out," Moore beams. "The Krushers wrote the book on beating Laetitia Casta and I'm just following that blueprint. I think we're actually in the last stages of Laetitia's career - that shot I caught her with put years on her frame she'll never get back. Finishing the job will be a pleasure."

Some conferences interrupted by an outraged Denise Richards, who even charges the scales during weigh-in for an ugly squabble-session with the two bikini'd warriors. "Tech and Krushers," grumbles D, "they're all the same. They think they can move the rest of us around like pawns on a chessboard. They're hateful tramps - that's what they are!"

Casta in yellow/white string bikini (see recent Tech photo reference), Moore in pink string bikini.

During R1: Casta jabbing to Moore's guard to fix position - curling a tight right hand wide to the ribs, tit-high on Moore's left flank. Casta mixing it up from there: right hands into Moore's guard, left hooks tucking in behind blonde tricep to bash ribs on the right side. With Moore grunting, tilting forward - Casta gets bold, going to ribs with shattershock lefts and rights - drumming out a tasty beat until Moore drapes forward to clinch. La'tish resetting midring: spritzing jabs, keeping Moore occupied - wide right hands to the body, tidy hook on the chin, clinch. Moore walked back to the ropes for ref's break. On and on like this - Laetitia setting the pace, being first, working the body and dominating Mandy bell to bell. Casta brusque, business like, stomping back to her corner like a CEO avoiding media on the street.

R2: Mandy gets the jab unpacked, finding Laetitia in the mouth - Casta jabbing-with, poking her left off Mandy's chin. Casta moving the jab around, stooping to reach it into Moore's gut - Mandy responding with long sloping rights down on Laetitia's left ear. Cat and mouse - Casta looking to get touches, stepping to either side, knocking her jab against Mandy's firm tum - Moore loading up and trying to time French stick, slicing down with the right cross. La'tish still in control - she's maneuvering Moore nicely, giving her angles, making Mandy toss one punch at a time.

R3: La-tish brisk to midring, right hand at her temple - she stoops, jabs to gut and lays over on her right side, inviting Mandy's right cross. Dangerous strategy, but end of minute one - Casta jabs tummy, stays there - Moore drops the hammer as expected: Laetitia rolls underneath Mandy's right, comes up with a hop-in left hook on the jaw and DOWN GOES MANDY! Moore set up and dropped - caught a cracking blow - she shudders forward, then sprawls backward to lay out with a crash, head bouncing sickeningly off canvas. Moore all stretched out, legs straight, arms wide and it's OVER! Stunning KO3 'Tish Casta!

After: Happy-times, Laetitia: French beauty hugging and kissing her cornermen, beaming prettily - Moore helped woozy to her stool and brought around with the salts. Casta absolutely heartless in victory - gloves off, she pushes her way into the Krusher corner, hugging a dazed Mandy Moore to her feet - blonde's head lolling, eyelashes fluttering as she offers breathy protest. Laetitia with a strong right arm around Mandy's waist, left hand waving to the crowd - Moore taken for a shattering walk of shame as Casta milks her revenge for all it's worth.