Before: In her prime, Cindy C was never known for power; in the so-called 'Crawford Renaissance' - she's hammering her way to glory one chin at a time. "Yeah, it's a funny thing," Cindy shrugs, smiling as she considers her own thudding might. "Mandy's felt my shock - Kate Walsh couldn't stand against me - it's a great feeling. I'm stronger now, I set down on everything better - I honestly don't think the 20 year old Cindy Crawford would last 3 rounds with the woman I am now. And that means Moore's got an early night ahead of her." Mandy scowling at the reference to Cindy's thunderous KO1 victory over her - Moore highly motivated to answer. "It's embarrassing," Moore admits. "Anytime another woman stops you right away, it does hurt. But if there's one thing I learned from Charlize Theron, it's that the best cure for a loss is to get right back in the saddle. There's no way I'm bowing to Cindy again - not early. If she wants this, she's going to have work her over-rated buns off!" Cindy in leopard print bikini, black gloves; hair kinky-beach loose. Mandy in dark purple bikini, black gloves; scruffy battle-bun hair.

During R1: Girls walk casual to midring - hands loose, chins tucked, feet flat. Wide stances - both looking to push off the back (right) big toe to pound jabs; pivot left around the lead left plant-foot. Moore really splashing away early, startling Cindy with the heft of jab to jug and mouth - Crawford unable to score in return. Moore priming her jab with a sexy little rolling-motion of that left shoulder first - very relaxed, sandbag-heavy delivery. Midway through, sudden, jolting Mandy Moore right hand clips Crawford chin - CINDY GOES DOWN! Cindy C chin-toggled - her back (right) leg gives way, setting her on that knee for a quick knockdown. Moore jogging heavy-legged to neutral corner, eyes flashing: she's champing at the bit. Cindy up quick, alert - buzzed, but serviceable: when Moore wades back in, Cindy's ready. Crawford slamming wide right hands to Moore's left bicep; hooking Moore's chest; pushing into Mandy to back her up: Cindy gets big, avoids the shutout, bodying Moore to midring.

R2: Cindy regroups behind her jab, this time sprucing Mandy up in first minute fencing. Same wide, strong stances - girls flat footed, really committing on straight left poke - big, shelling impacts on shoulders, chests, faces and gloves. Moore frowning, forced to slide-step back - she's keeping her mitts up, parrying as much Cindy as she can. Crawford extends on slanting right hands straight down into sternum or tummy - good rifling blasts beating puffs of air past Mandy's parted lips. Cindy stepping-in with her rights to the bod, palming Mandy's arms and walking her back: Crawford crowding close, putting a body on Moore, then clouting her heavy-swipe lefts and rights to waist and flank. Moore responds in the phone-booth - shoulders hunched, hands loose at her chest - she clouts back tidy, thudding lefts and rights to Crawford's jugs, belting away to Cindy's dismay at bell.

R3: Mandy liked what she saw of Cindy's hooters last round - youngster comes in off her jab, palms Crawford's biceps, walks her to ropes and initiaties a thudding beatdown of that magnificent cougar-rack. Crawford grimacing, leaning against ropes - she's reaching in on Mandy, tying her up: Moore's brawny arms writhing free, then swiping short clout - staying on her foe's melons and biceps. Moore very big and strong here - leaning on Cindy in clinches; shouldering Cindy back; palming Cindy's biceps and pushing her. Crawford hard pressed - when she's not clinching, she's showing crossed-arm against her body - giving up long swatches of flank to Mandy's heavy hands. Pounding third leaves Crawford shaken; Moore scowling, stomping back to her stool all business.

R4: Moore stepping in with that jab, driving Cindy to ropes: Crawford's right hand open (palm out) at her left cheek, left across her waist as she slides away from pressure. Ropes - Mandy squared away - same thick, relaxed, heavy delivery from Moore as she works the Crawford beltine, slams away above either hip, clobbers those jugs. Cindy shuddering under the thump - Moore not a quick, vicious puncher, but generating tremendous heft with her hips and torso, turning into her shots, strapping the mitts onto Cindy. Strategic bombardment of Cindy's biceps has Crawford cringing - big, spanking impacts numbing the arms, reducing Cindy's output. Crawford still a cagey-clincher - tieing up behind Mandy's elbows, trying to chest-up for breaks: Moore very good at pushing her way clear, staying busy, keeping the ref on the sidelines. Not apparent until the bell rings how hurt Cindy is by the thudding accumulation: she's wobbly-butt, stumbling some to her stool.

R5: Waves of Mandy breaking on Cindy's shore now: Crawford can't hold her canvas. Fight goes to ropes - Mandy on top: Moore singleminded in her pursuit of Crawford's arms, chest, ribs and tummy - in that order. Cindy showing earmuff, grimacing as punches splatter loud against her flanks - Mandy showing wonderful patience and deliberation, just pulverizing her foe. Moore constantly bodying up, making Cindy take weight, disorganizing the defences by pulling at Cindy's wrists and elbows: Crawford clearly drowning her, getting swamped, mauled and clobbered. Unable to extend on shots, Cindy's relying on the odd dip-n'-rip left uppercut to Mandy's tummy: punches bunches up the meat and sounds out loud - but it's not enough to back Moore off.

R6: More Mandy: Cindy hollow-eyed, looking hounded, and punished. Ropes: Moore on top, slammin' thick n' beefy: very economical big-woman delivery - hands ready at chest, deploying in heavy swatting/cuffing/clouting motions to all things Cindy. Crawford ramshackle, blubbering as she reaches around Mandy's waist to clinch: Moore jams away in the grasp, fitting leather in above either Crawford hip, slugging around Crawford's extended arms, then shouldering Cindy back into ropes. It's all too much: Cindy takes a woozy knee a minute in, breathing hard, then sadly digging in to soak. Moore wades in, squares up: Cindy sits in ropes, stooped forward behind her mitts, shuddering under the withering assault on her chassis. Final minute - Mandy's completed her demolition of Cindy's body and offensive apparatus: Moore starts to clip short-shrugging right and left uppercuts through the middle, picking Cindy up, splitting her mitts. Thick thump to waist combined with uppercuts to chin do the trick: Cindy swoons to all fours, spitting out her mouthpiece in pain. 10 count passes Crawford by - she can't get off her knees. KO6, Miss Mandy Moore.

After: Moore delighted - raising her right hand and smiling as she's mobbed by teamates and staff. Thudding demolition of Crawford a textbook big-girl beatdown: poor Cindy led woozily to her stool for an in-ring recuperation. "I knew from last time that Crawford has sneaky power," Moore explains, thrilled to have stopped her cougar, "that's why THIS time I hammered her body. We thought her jugs were a little vulnerable and we knew her arms couldn't handle my heaviest blows, so we stayed on those areas early to reduce her. I could see she wanted out after the 5th - I'm not surprised she quit in the sixth once I proved I could find her chin."