Before: "I love that Mandy's struggling," Nadia says, eyes sparkling. "Every girl she faces is going at her hard from the get-go, 'cause if we can spook her early, all her doubts will start crushing down on her. I mean, she's looking at SEVEN straight losses! SEVEN! She must wake up in the middle of the night, wondering if she's ever going to win again. Newsflash Mandy: keep dreaming!" Mandy feeling heat: HBO darling and former champ writhing in the clutches of one of boxing's most protracted slumps. "It's tough," Mandy admits with a little shrug. "Girls do fight you harder when you're down, and Nadia's the worst - like a big dumb vulture, circling. I know she thinks I'm fragile right now, but I'm not: I wanted into this tournament specifically to turn things around. I love that I got Nadia, because she's got her own issues to overcome where I'm concerned. I'm slumping, but I'm doing well head to head with Bjorlin: we'll see who's bad luck streak continues." Mandy in deep, dark purple bikini; hair up in scruffy beach bun; black gloves. Nadia in gold bikini; black gloves; long dark curls loose n' tangly.

During R1: Nadia aggressively forward...Mandy fading pressure, walking Nadia into the gap, checking her via counter-right uppercut SWEET off the right leg. Bjorlin clipped - not hard, but very, very tasty: she's reeling back on her heels, jugs a-jumpin' until she finds her bearings. Mandy over to offence: right hand tight to cheek; left hand pumpin' crisp stick: Nadia jabbed to forehead, left cheek bone as Mandy rotates clockwise. Nadia regrouping, fists turned into hollows of her cheeks...she surges forward, but clever Mandy just sliding back, walking Nadia into gaps, fitting her right right hands/hooks off the counter. Moore so crafty, stalking Nadia during Bjorlin's regrouping moments, finding her jugs with a little "where are you girls?" jab - just to vex. Nadia not hurt, but puppet-mastered all around the ring: Mandy looking sharp early, touching her girl up.

R2: Nadia unpacks ever-improving jab: nasty surprise for Mandy midring as she's effectively checked. Girls swapping long poke to mouths - each stepping smoothly clockwise. Nadia looking very poised: not rushing in; right hand at cheek while she's pumping lefts; stepping in with the jab, but never jumping into gaps without jabbing first. Mandy shocked: she's outboxed, forced out of her positions by Nadia's thudding jab, or cute sidesteps with threaten Mandy's right flank. Bjorlin snapping off the odd hook against Mandy's jugs, landing splashy: clapping impacts bring smiles to Nadia's lips, pouts to Mandy's.

R3: MANDY flustered, impatient: SHE rushes Nadia, initiating brawl midring. Nadia caught a left hand upside the head, but steadying herself: she answers thick about Mandy's waist, strapping it both hands brawny. Girls raking each other hooks and crosses, leaning in and out, side to side: good stuff. Midway through, Nadia turns over a classic hook to chin, swiveling Mandy's head: MOORE'S ROCKED! Mandy blown out of her stance, scattered backwards in shock: she hits ropes, curvy legs holding her up as she forms panicky earmuff. Nadia in a-grinnin': left mitt pushing against Mandy's raised guard while vicious, whacking sidearm rights slam against Moore's cringing left flank. Crowd shouting in sympathy with the punishment: Nadia HAMMERING Mandy without mercy. Moore grimacing, reaching in under Nadia's arms to clinch: Bjorlin's backside suddenly tense and ringing with the effort to stack Moore back into ropes. Job of work, Nadia Bjorlin - reducing Mandy in the pocket. Moore shelled about flanks, head, shoulders: she's covering up to soak, then reaching to clinch, tieing Nadia up at every opportunity. Bell: Nadia delighted - pushing up off Mandy and shouting "Lucky number 7, Mandy!" Moore hugging throbbing body, glaring back in visible distress.

R4: Mandy in sullen retreat - showing eamuff or crossed arm as she varies her defensive front. Nadia advancing, but smart: stepping in methodically off left jabs, prodding Moore to ropes, then opening up. Bjorlin's heavy jab pounding at Moore's brows, knocking at her face: Mandy lumping up nicely, obviously dismayed to see Nadia develop new skills. Bjorlin tracking Mandy down with brutal, straight right hands down into the midsection: big spanking blasts buckling Mandy's knees, driving her backward all cringing and grimacing. Beatdowns along the ropes are heavy, shellacking affairs: Nadia pummeling her foe's arms/pecs, trying to take away her weapons. Mandy clinching to the point of drawing ref's warnings - just trying to bog Nadia down in a bell to bell Bjorlin 4th.

R5: Mandy times Nadia's jab, easing back from it, then leaning in to counter hard right hands over top. Bjorlin checked to chin repeatedly in the first minute: she's a startled beauty, staring in confusion - she stops jabbing by the minute mark. Moore takes over air-superiority, jabbing Nadia in her stomach, then head - spreading Bjorlin out, turning her midring. Right hands drop off Mandy's shoulder as she leans in close: usually blocked, but weight of shot shifting Nadia in her stance, keeping her covered up. Down the stretch, Mandy in control, turning Nadia's left flank: Moore snatching left hooks at Nadia's brown belly as Bjorlin's leaning forward, then using heel of the left hand to push Nadia off while Mandy sidesteps right. Moore stabilizes her front in the 5th: Nadia frowning, disheveled en route to corner.

R6: Bjorlin unleashes hell, clobbering Mandy a clubbing right to jaw, hooking her jugs to get Mandy stumbling. Moore baring her teeth, walloping back: she catches Nadia a right to chin, stuffs her rack full of left hook. Another Bjorlin right lands, jerking Mandy a quarter turn to her right: left hook smashes Mandy's left eye as Nadia throws from outside Moore's left shoulder. Awkward blast stuns Mandy - she staggers away, then DROPS TO ALL FOURS! Nadia BEAMING: raising hands, strutting, nodding as poor Mandy gingerly rises. After 8, Nadia pours in to finish - Mandy covering up in tight earmuff, bending forward to absorb walloping blasts. Nadia slamming away side to side, getting big n' beefy on Mandy when Moore erupts from crouch, clips right uppercut and STRAIGHTENS NADIA UP! Bjorlin stepping in fence post holes, eyes staring: Mandy grabs Nadia behind the head, spinning her to ropes via illegal neck-clasp. Stuffing body shots for Nadia sit her in ropes: Mandy's left holding behind the head while right hands cram into tummy. Mandy crossing arms against her chest, pushing into Nadia to stack her up: Bjorlin sputtering/blubbing as Mandy gets big. OH THE BEATDOWN! Moore hardhearted - squaring on Nadia, systematically having at her. Biceps and pecs come under heavy, clapping fire - Mandy smashing at Nadia's ability to make war. Nadia distressed, constantly stacked upright and savaged: curvy legs do her proud as Nadia refuses to bend the knee. Moore relentless though: bodying up, wrestling apart the guard, getting into the rack with thick, smashing lefts and rights. Bjorlin just ransacked, giving up an outrageous amount of jug over the final minute. Bell: Mandy breathing hard, hands on hips, chest heaving as she steps back; Nadia devastated, wrists crossed at her chest - her 10-8 round converted to 10-9 by determined Moore resistance.

R7: Momentum swings to Moore: she jabs Nadia to ropes, goes to work on her. Mandy palming Nadia's shoulders, pushing her upright; Mandy reaching in under Nadia's arms to wrestle apart defences while chesting Bjorlin to cables. Heavy body work - waist and paunch - precedes creeping barrage up-torso: Mandy a mechanic in there, engineering a thorough beating. Nadia's bulging breasts pounded - Mandy turning over short, clubbing lefts and rights against the offending rack. Mandy deliberately, diligently working pecs/shoulders/biceps, numbing Nadia's limbs. When Nadia bends forward off ropes, Moore rides the left forearm across her upperback, pushing down on Nadia - often while pounding right hands into her hip/flank. Nadia sponging it up - curvy legs holding her aloft: but she's spellbound here - absorbing hellish punishment bell to bell with very little interruption to Mandy's rhythm. Bell: Moore pushing up off Nadia, turning away all sweaty and scowling; she's got Bjorlin throbbing!

R8: Nadia trying to renegotiate, but her ams are heavy, just pushing out jabs/right hands. Moore's jab snapping back Nadia's face, forcing her to cover up: Moore quickly obtains initiative, uses it to walk Nadia to ropes. Moore processing Nadia inside the pocket - punishing that world-class body; shelling the rights; beating the arms. As Nadia loosens, Mandy's able to work up into rack, shrugging home short shots - then it's onto the chin/face, clubbing it side to side in close. Nadia sitting on ropes, looking shabby, distressed: she's just not doing much as Moore's suffocating attack takes deflating effect. Down the stretch, Moore hooks the waist, then doubles off the body with a crisp left uppercut - arching her back to get it tight. Bjorlin's head jerking up, knees buckling: she covers up face-in-gloves, swooning forward at the waist, badly rocked by that shot. Bell: Mandy tucks a little insurance in behind Nadia's right elbow, courtesy the left hook.

R9: Little more Mandy. Moore breathing hard, not as crisp in her movements, but she's still dictating, deploying her jab body/head to touch Nadia up early. Bjorlin mouthbreathing, but finding spots to answer back - she's starting to extract a price from Mandy's rib cage. Girls falling in together after strapping each other across the ribs: brawny shoulders grinding, arms writhing as each looks for clinch-dominance. Moore cute in the grasp, holding and hitting right uppercuts; cuffing hooks tits and chin...she's slowly walking Nadia to ropes. Moore atop Bjorlin, cuffing and digging: Mandy demoralizing Nadia by touching her, then bodying up, smothering the receipts. Ref slapping Mandy on the shoulders or back, pulling her hips back to free things up, but Moore quickly reaching back in to get close. Good mauling round of punch-n'-clutch from Mandy - Nadia's face puffy, eyes cranky. "She's holding!" Nadia bytches to ref, her chin atop Mandy's shoulder as Moore's wrapped up tight around the waist, pushing Nadia into ropes at bell.

R10: Mandy looking a little gassed: Nadia able to come forward, be productive. Mandy spooked by whistling right hands grazing her lips: Moore retreating, then shelled the jab as Nadia walks her down smart. Ropes - Nadia on top: time for payback as Bjorlin works arms/pecs. Beefy stuff: Nadia pushing Mandy off, then shellacking her wide lefts and rights, curling the knuckles in flat against rounded biceps. Moore stooped in earmuff, butt in ropes: she's sponging here, letting Nadia spend up some mondy. Heavy, methodical shelling: Nadia not snapping off the combos anymore - she's just twisting on her hips, slopping on the beef to punish Mandy in the pocket. Bell: Nadia's mouth wide open as she pushes up off Moore; Mandy slumping against ropes, head tilted back to bare her throat...she looks like she's been too long in the sauna. Scores are tallied...Nadia bangs out the 10th and it's DRAW! Bjorlin outraged, getting in ref's face, stomping her foot to send tremors throughout her magnificent body: all she knows is that she knocked Mandy down - that converted 10-8 looming large now. They'll fight an 11th and deciding.

R11: Nadia surges out to end it: Mandy slides back, weight on that right foot, walking Nadia in and CHECKING her the counter right uppercut. Gorgeous bait-and-switch counter picks Nadia up as it did in the first...Bjorlin's feet skid forward, nearly depositing her on her glutes. Nadia pinwheeling backwards, face stricken; she's desperately hurt, narrowly avoiding knockdown by draping on ropes. HERE COMES MANDY! Moore pouring in - her belly slapping audibly against Nadia's as Mandy pancakes her foe to ropes. Moore clinching first, then pushing/wristhing, THEN punching: safety-first procedure always makes sure Nadia's secured before tucking in. Nadia grimacing, straining to wriggle her elbows down inside Mandy's clinches; groaning to push Mandy off. Moore using all the tricks - even reaching behind Nadia to hold the ropes while pressing in - ref slapping at her hands, telling her to "stay off the ropes, Mandy!" Moore working from the wrap: left arm in under Nadia's right, slumping her forward for pumping rights in the body. Moore twisting side to side, wedging in short-clout lefts or rights to Nadia's breasts, then resecuring her in the grasp. Bjorlin bleating in frustration - the constant press of Mandy atop her unbearable - but she's helpless! Moore smothering, in control bell to bell: she's still cramming right hands into Nadia's stubborn paunch when ref pulls her off. Mandy owns the 11th, expels Nadia from the tournament with a thickly fought UD11.

After: Moore exhausted, but jubilant - she can't help by crow a little in postfight. "I'm loving that Nadia's struggling with me," Moore says, mocking Bjorlin's prefight stance. "I don't know how many times I've beaten her, but it's a lot: she must wake up in the middle of the night screaming out 'Mandy!' Seriously though - she was tough as always - better technically than I thought - I had to really dig down to keep her under wraps. Beating her arms and pecs was key for us: she's so powerful, it's important to take the edge off her stroke as much as you can. And the body: I wicked away her power with my body attack - all she could do was slap down the stretch, 'cause I'd pretty much used her up. I'm happy: I'm through to the second round, and I've got my foot on Nadia's throat! What could be better than that?"