Before: "Cavallari's people are making a mistake," claims one columnist in BLONDE Magazine. "The idea with Kris has always been to position her for a run at Lohan and Simpson, cash those big fat cheques, and get out of Dodge. But this isn't the way to do it: Demi is one cougar who's teeth are way too sharp for meat as tender as Kristin's."

Moore infamous for mauling many a young kitten over her 20 year fistic career: she's lost none of her venom where today's ingenues are concerned. "It used to be, you had to have a talent to be a starlet," Demi snipes in prefight. "What's Kristin's talent? Can someone tell me what this kid's talent is? I HOPE it's taking a beating, 'cause she's gonna need some skill in that department."

Black Charlie's Angels bikini for Demi, small black gloves. Kristin in flower-print string bikini (white background with pink/green brushstroked chutes and leaves) small white gloves. Fight takes place on Laguna Beach - ring and bleachers set up on sand - action will get coverage on Laguna Beach tv show - perhaps part of the attraction for Ms. Moore.

During R1: Krissy bulling her way in - very aggressive against the bigger, more experienced woman. Demi managing pressure in a strong stance, right foot well back - reaching her left hand in under Krissy's right arm to measure, and to guide the blonde forward. Moore stepping back and to the right - just little adjustments, walking Cavallari in and clouting her vicious short right crosses and ripping little right uppercuts. Kristin bullheaded, pinwheeling effervescently at Demi - lots of output from the blonde, but she's too excited, just arm-punching without noticeable effect. Moore doing all the damage, pulling Kris along, stepping to maintain distance and drilling the poor kid right hands, all round long. Bell: Krissy already lumped up, staring in confusion, wobbling slightly to her corner; Demi with that clamp-lipped, pissed-off expression she habitually wears when she's beating someone up.

R2: Krissy trying to barge forward again - meets with a brace of spearing jabs up the middle as Moore sets the table. Both ladies pitch right hands - Moore's much straighter, shorter and heavier: Demi's mitt caroms off Kristin's chin as Moore ducks down on follow-through, leaving Krissy waving her right hand over top. DEEP knee bend, Cavallari, then she straightens, baby-stepping forward behind a panicky high guard.

And Demi steps out.

Moore striding to her right, arms at her sides as she takes a look-see: she does one complete 360 circuit around the blonde - Krissy turning stiffly, dukes collected at her cheeks, legs all but gone. Demi hops herself into a relaxed stance, jab-jabs at Krissy's tummy - steps out and circles as Cavallari creakily turns. Demi: jab/right hand up top, FIRM left hook bitten HARD off Kristin's tanned, toned paunch. Shout of pain from Krissy as she stoops forward, ready to go...and Demi steps out, circles right. In and out, in and out - Demi putting rigid, banging three punch-combos together - piercing Kristin's increasingly porous defences up top, ripping at her body - then walking away to let blonde recover. Members of 'Cavallari's Army' in the audience booing - Demi's toying with their girl, mocking her with every punch. Cavs driven ragdoll to ropes - Moore flat-eyed as she stalks in, punches a straight right hand between Kristin's mitts, then goes hook/right hand tight to paunch to cramp the kid up. Short-jerk right uppercut brushes Kristin upright, drapes her blinking on the ropes: Demi squares away, pushing off the ball of the right foot to get right hands onto Krissy's mouth, pushing off the left foot to scrub home the left. CAVALLARI GOES OUT! Hands droop low - pretty face bleak, blank as her head is tossed side to side - Moore just helping herself as crowd squeals in hysteria. Demi grinning cruelly, knows she's got it, just rhythmically criss-crossing her fists against Cavallari's sleepy face, pulverizing the kid without really loading up on any one stroke. Krissy's curvy legs hold her up long enough for ref to FINALLY make a move - he cradles ingenue to safety as Demi actually struts away, hands high and proud at the accomplishment. TKO2 in barbaric fashion, Demi Moore.

After: BLONDE! Magazine calling it a "travesty" and the proverbial "blackeye for boxing", denouncing the FCBA and state commissions for ever allowing this mismatch to take place. Moore unrepentant, very pleased with herself in postfight. "I took a young, strong kid and broke her today - of course I'm happy about that," Demi crows. "If this is the best they have coming up nowadays, I'm gonna be on top for another decade!"