Before: Sims stepping in on short notice when Nicole Kidman unexpectedly pulled out citing "managerial misdeeds" on the part of Swanepoel's stable. "I don't have anything against Candice," Nicole told the press, breathlessly batting her long lashes; her modest bosom heaving with excitement, "but there are some things we simply won't stand for. I'm sure, in a few years, all will be forgotten and perhaps the fight will come off; but not this year!"
Candice seemingly non-plussed by the kerfuffle; shrugging and batting her own long lashes; heaving her own modest bosom with feigned excitement - at least that's what we think caused it...or maybe it was simply the sight of super-scribe extraordinaire, Tess Valmore, sitting in the front row with her legs crossed; jotting in her cute little notebook with her Mont Blanc pen. The mind boggles.

Whatever: The 37 y/o Sims touted by the media as "a step up from the aging Kidman" - such characterization may be one reason why 'The Academy' pushed so hard to get Kidman in the ring - is ranked somewhere below Kidman and above Swanepoel on the 'Simguy Bendiness Barometer'. Molly a straight-puncher; not known for fancy footwork, but with a well-earned rep as an 'honest' journeywoman who gives opponents and fans alike "their money's worth" in her fights. Sadly for the FCBA, in recent years Sims has spent more time apartment wrestling than boxing in the FCBA where her record is 5-12 over the last 5 years. Interestingly, while she's only been fighting professionally for six months, Swanepoel has already won 4 and a win tonight would equal Sims in the always important "career wins since November 2005" category. Really!?
Sims the heavier - by about 5 pounds; Swanepoel the taller - by a half inch but in their fighting togs, it's clear Candice still has a ways to go to fill out a bikini like Molly.

Sims' working a black leather bikini; messy blond curls loose while Candice goes with her usual Victoria's Secret lingerie: lots of sheer fabric, lace; garter belt and stockings. White gloves for both.

During R1: Swanepoel's rapid-fire punching forces Sims out of her stance with wild, looping, wallops as the older blonde is temporarily confused and nearly overwhelmed by the tall model who comes out strokin' like the Cambridge Eight! Sims backed up to the ropes to get her flanks lathered like Swanepoel's 'Workin' At The Car Wash' for three good minutes of soaping her girl up; getting her ready for the rinse cycle. Late in the round, however, Sims settles down, starts to bring out her jab which, while tentative at first, shows promise of quelling the uprising.

R2: Molly making good reads early in the round. Job 1 - keep her hands up and duck inside Candi's sweeping haymakers - which in the first round landed far too often for Sims' comfort. Once Swannie's punch wraps-around, Molly finds herself in position to tuck in and dig short, clipping, jagged uppercuts to Swanepoel's unprotected torso. Job 2 - Once she gets the youngster breathing hard - Molly pushes off, walks her down - and gets all big and strong on her. Job 3 - Driving Candice to the ropes late - Molly can start strafing straight rights and lefts in a criss-cross patterns the same way she pasted Taylor Cole in their fight nearly a year ago!

During the break: Stone and Theron both imploring Swannie, "Use the jab!" It's something Candicae is said to have been working diligently on in training, but so far it's a 'no show' in the first two rounds.

R3: More of the same: Swanepoel hopping, bopping, looping and scooping - punches still missing BEHIND Sims who is able to lean/duck inside the wide arc of the rookie's punches. Sims quickly countering with short, digging rips to Swanepoel's torso, tummy and - of course - her perky little jugs are just sitting up there ready for the taking! Far too easy for Sims who can just push off and walk her down - letting Swannie get off too wide, then repeating the process; fighting 'up torso' from her belly button, drilling into that flat tummy and finishing up with a flurry to the tits before clapping her across the mouth. Fight drifts to ropes where Miss Molly hands out another criss-cross, rolling-barrage; pasting - only this time it starts with and lingers on her jugs before moving up to rock her jaw. After a minute of bosom and face punishment, Swanepoel is left staring blankly as she meanders wobbly butt to her corner after the bell.

R4: Molly out to close the show this round, but the always unpredictable and stubborn young Swanepoel changes up and as Sims moves in to finish her off, the supple blonde model starts bringing supple uppercuts up the middle as Sims ducks her head in close. Swanepoel pre-empting Molly's game at close quarters and while Sims looks unhurt, she's repulsed and can't work her game plan when Swanepoel commits to her 'all in' defense; lathering Sims with an assortment of licking uppercuts down the middle to back her off, then wide, sweeping haymakers sailing in from both flanks. The youngster's non-stop punching proves effective at supressing Molly in the pocket this round.

R5: Molly goes back to her corner, looks through her purse for her luggage claim ticket and unpacks her jab. Sims back to punching Candi's face, forcing her to cover up which allows Molly to go back onto the offensive once again; punishing Candice's flanks with robust, two-handed, power-punching. Molly showing she's got some heavy mitts herself this stanza, her gloves thumping into Swanpoel's ribs and the sound of damp leather on nubile flesh comes across loud and snappy at ringside! Swanepoel's young body gradually being paralyzed and although she finishes the round still upright, she's wilting forward, face-in-gloves with a painful grimace on her oh-so-carefully made up lips by the time she's rescued by the bell.

R6: Molly stamp-jabbing Candice into grudging compliance this round with some yeoman work to the flanks when Swannie stoops forward behind her mitts. Young Swanepoel starting to break down late in the round and it's a job of work for Sims to gather her up; heave her into the ropes and then sort her out more of those criss-crossing; jug-punishing; strafing runs that just shred Swanepoel's failing guard. Molly - definatly no busty beauty herself - knows all too well from her own modeling days the importance of 'humbling a girl's rack' and in this round Molly flattens Candice's cleavage in a big way - all the way to the bell. Sims pirouettes away leaving her young blonde opponent punch-groggy and steppin' stupid as Swanepoel gingerly cradles her goodies with crossed arms and tenderly carries them back to her corner in teary-eyed jugg shock!

During the break: Theron carefully applying End-swell to Candice's bra with both hands; whispering advice based on her own experience. Sharon Stone kneels between Swannie's trembling thighs trying to come up with a game changing strategy.

R7: Molly out jabbing quick, straight and eerily accurately; forcing Swanepoel into the peek-a-boo, face-in-gloves, front she wants; only to get all rich and thick to the VS model's slender, unprotected, flanks. Sims going 'big girl' on Candice, laying her back, butt and hips into some supple smacking wallops that cripple the South African beautie's body. Candice crippled, rubber legged; just easy pickin's for Sims who bodies her back up against the ropes and then lays into her for another minute of criss-crossing strafing runs that just decimate Swanepoel's proud, but well-abused bosom. It's 'misery time' for poor Candice! With her peek-a-boo guard swept aside; her pretty face and perky breasts get pounded like so much cheap veal. She's being taken advantage of and she knows it. She's helpless, and she knows that too. But she's too damm proud to bend a knee even in her own defense. Finally, with both corners screaming at him, the referee is eventually forced to move in and save Swanepoel from herself and it goes into the books as a TKO7 for Molly Sims!

After: It's a stirring and long overdue win for Molly - but the result doesn't change Candice's standing vis-a-vis the other working (as opposed to former) models - most of whom would have been hard-pressed to equal her performance against a veteran like Sims who definitely brought her 'A game' tonight.
"The kid never had a chance," Molly preens at her postfight presser. "I'm too much woman for a girl barely out of her teens. She should stick to what she does best, beating up other runway models and leave the 'women' to people like me, Strahotski, Biel, Durance, Righetti - and all the other 'real women'!"
"I don't know how that happened," Candice sniffles, struggling to compose herself after what must have been a disappointing outing. "I thought coming into the fight we had a good plan to wear Sims down but I never really got going. Sharon said we wanted to 'take her out into the deep water and drown her' but I don't think I ever got more than ankle deep. It seemed that everything I tried she had an answer for.
"Yeah," she replied to a Tess Valmore question. "I really did think I could deal with her...I mean, what is she? Almost 40 years old? I SHOULD be able to compete against women like THAT for goodness sakes. I've beaten women half her age, no reason why I wouldn't be able to handle her. But tonight she came out firing on all cylinders and never let me get going. You have to hand it to her; while I still think of it as an 'upset' there's no denying she was the better fighter tonight. Maybe I'll get another chance and things will turn out differently - you never know."