BEFORE: 100 fight veteran Casta doesn't like Mary's chances. "Mary does not have the skill to compete with me," Laetitia says while inspecting her cuticles at podium. "Her body will not survive it's first collision with mine. It is simply a matter of superiority: Mary Elizabeth has nothing to compare with Casta. It is only a matter of time before she is subdued, or her corner stops the fight for mercy's sake." Winny pumped: she knows fightin' words when she hears them, regardless of accent. "Casta's a handful, I will give her that," mary says with a grin, "and she's been around the block about a zillion times - but I've been in with great fighters. Maybe you can't compare records overall, but you take my top fights and you'll see I'm ready for 'Tish. I'm not spring-green anymore and if she thinks I am, she's in for the derriere kicking of a lifetime!" Mary in bright baby blue sport bra; yellow cheerleader style spanky trunks; hair loose/bangs; white gloves; white shoes with socks rolled down. Casta in similar garb overall, except red spanky trunks; hair in tight braid.

During R1: Midring, girls in matching peek-a-boo stances, taking turns. Mary digs hook to paunch; doubles hook to jug; turns over short right hand to Casta's chin: Laetitia's head jolted to the right - eyebrows high, eyes closed, lips parted "OH!" Casta bangin' back: right hand to Mary's chin; left uppercut to chin; left hook thick behind right elbow CHUP! Mary back into Casta's breadbasket via hooks; often doubling to clout those jugs. Both girls twisting into short right hands, landing to skull more often than not. Crowd roaring as initial blistering pace not only sustains, but intensifies: by the halfway point, these girls are standing, taking turns shellacking each other their hardest licks. Heavy one-way bracings punctuated by moments when the girls lay in - one with her left arm loose around the other's neck as both pump right hands into each other's willing bellies. Girls panting hot, gasping breath onto one another's cheeks during these moments - concentrating on digging. Neither lass heeds the bell - Mary still clobbering away up top as Casta's waiting to answer. Winstead staggering back to her corner rocked, but invigorated: clanging exchanges seem to have galvanized her. Casta's mood a contrast: she's a little wobbly butt en route to her corner, looking shellshocked. Punch stats announced during the break report double digit power-punch connects to waists, breasts and heads: murderous stuff in the first.

R2: Same again: girls close, assume high-guard peek-a-boos, each just waiting her turn to batter the other. Nothing fancy: short, workaday hooks dug to paunch, doubled to breasts. Short, drifting rights parting guards, pounding beautiful faces. Casta fits a nifty short left uppercut to Mary's chin, splitting Winny's mitts, picking her head up sleepy. Mary rejoicing with each plowing blow plastered to Casta's rack. Bitter brawling vicious, but disciplined: both girls maintaining professional stances, throwing short, power strokes, getting legs, buns and backs into the blows. Casta slowly forced to give ground, despite successful strikes to Mary's head and body: Winny willing herself forward, banking the extra touch. Round ends to the sight of Casta slumping into ropes, hands in earmuff, lips parted as Mary pours it on hard at bell. Ref pulls Winstead off as Mary's busy pounding insurance into Laetitia's waistline: Krusher Korner indignant, howling for DQ. Casta bleak during the break: Mary's taking her places she didn't expect to visit tonight.

R3: Mary effervescent - closing-with and bringing battle right up the middle. Casta ripped to the body, clipped a right uppercut between her mitts, hooked to her jaw: French legs give a shimmy - Casta's eyes blinking in confusion. Mary forward: overhand right bouncing off Casta's forehead; swinging left pounding off right eye as Casta gives ground. 'Tish grimacing, butt in ropes: she's starting to shut down, electing not to answer each and every Winstead punch now. Mary shoveling it on: healthy, strapping rights to waist; bruising hooks off the front foot, taking Casta belly/tits/chin. Laetiita's guard wilting, gapping open at times: Mary's finding the chin off the body, visibly breaking her girl down. Casta sliding to her right, stricken: French girl swooning, glassy-eyed, trying to box on paralyzed legs. Mary churning: hooks smashing French face, busting Casta up, knocking her head back. Drifting right hands turning Casta's head violently aside, loosening her body. Laetitia's reactions slowing with the punishment, growing groggy: she's covering up late, protecting areas only after they've been smote. Mary's eyes: dancing, lively. Mary's cheeks rosey - teeth occasionally baring as she digs in, scouring wilting Casta along ropes. CRAZY jug been taken - Winstead shouting as she torques hooks home, pounding and pounding the breast-beef, leaving Casta breathless. Late the round - Casta butt-in-ropes, right hand at left cheek, left across her gut...Mary drives short right hand to forehead; left uppercut shrugged short to jugs; another short-shrug left uppie to jugs; left hook on teeth; right hand on jaw. Casta swooning to her right, punched into KO daze: she blunders into Krusher Korner, staring hurt. Mary snarling, stepping-with and slugging: her body electric as Casta's switches off. 'Tish beaten down - horrific bludgeoning stoops her forward, then sends her nosing into canvas. Mary bellowing as she's pushed back the KO3 victrix.

After: Winstead lumpy and scuffed, but exultant: huge smash mouth victory over one of boxing's most experienced vixens a real feather in Mary's cap. "I'm thrilled," Mary admits, even as her left eye's closing. "I knew she'd be tuff, but I proved that I can handle everything she's got and then some. I think I just outworked her: she came to fight, she wanted to establish to my body, but I just gave it to her harder than she could take. I think this totally proves I'm one of the toughest girls in the division. If you come right at me to fight, you're stepping into a cauldron, baby!" In days to follow, an opportunistic Sarah Lancaster challenges Casta in public, looking to add another Krusher name to her resume post-Heigl.