Before: Casta the self-appointed enforcer of FCBA status quo all of a sudden - putting Erica Durance in her place and looking for a second helping of ingenue.

"I will pound away to victory," Casta assures her fans. "Moore will not stand." Mandy cheeky in rebuttal, eyes dancing as she speaks. "Tish Casta represents the 'old', 'tired' FCBA," mocks the blonde, raising hackles on Casta's neck - associates calming the French beauty in her seat as Moore flashes a taunting grin, "she's like, I don't know - all ruins and moldy old castles and stuff (wrinkles nose in distaste). Erica and Amanda have been getting a lot of press lately, but I'm a surging young name too. If I can beat Krista Allen, I KNOW I can shock THIS chick. Y'all have overlooked me, and so has Laetitia, but I'm gonna wax that expensive French butt of hers - you watch! Charlize has shared her secret Laetitia-beating recipe with me and I can't WAIT to bust it on her! Yeah!"

Casta in red bikini, Mandy in see-through white tank top over pink bikini.

During R1: Casta bold n' brazen - no fear as she attacks Moore's chest, torso and tummy with strumming hooks. 'Tish jabbing to chest to close, hooking waist from there, and hanging around in close to work - Moore shying away, palming Casta's shoulders as she turns, trying to keep her distance. Woman on a girl for the most part - Casta hammering her fists into willing Moore meat, walking wincing blonde down as Mandy looks for safe haven. Late the round, Casta helping herself to toned blonde tummy with a pumping double-tap hook - brunette easing back outside to reload and CASTA GETS CLOCKED! Moore leaning into a looong, sweeping, full blooded right hand - cleaving it clean onto Casta's chin and LAETITIA GOES DOWN! Crowd screaming to it's feet - Casta laid out on her back, eyelashes fluttering as her limbs relax - she's SO still - right foot quivering in sickening fashion and it's OVER! Good Lord - KO1 Mandy Moore!

After: Moore whooping it up - following Allen with Casta in HUGE, even miraculous upset fashion. Slow-mo replays cover that lancing right cross from every angle - Casta getting rich off the body, easing back outside with her hands low, smug look of satisfaction on her face, but she misjudges the kid's rangy length. Moore stepping, bending into a heartstopping freight train to the chin - every inch of her willowy frame committed to Casta's available chin - scouts for every stable immediately jotting down 'right hand' beside Moore's name in coil-ring notebooks. Krusher's give Moore the green light - Mandy struts to a dismayed Laetitia Casta and hugs her up off her stool - Casta made to suffer only because she's a Technetium fighter as simmering tensions between two grand houses begin to boil again. Pretty sad - Moore walking Casta, often stopping to make LaTish raise her arms: "Up! Up!" like an elephant trainer in the circus - glassy eyed Casta trying to hold back tears as Moore's will is served. Casta given a "property of Mandy Moore" tshirt by some cheese-eating Krusher sycophant upon leaving the ring - woozy French woman throws the shirt back in his face as attendants intervene, fresh tears starting to form in beautiful mediterranean eyes.