Before: “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what to do to a fighter coming off three JMD bouts in 48 hours. Alex is going to owe me after I finish tenderizing Tahnee for her!” Candice confident in pre-fight.

“Oh, so she’s going to come inside and play with me? Thanks for letting me know!” Atkinson looking assured coming off an impressive victory in the JMDD tourney last week.

Tahnee in a quad-strapped black bikini top and boyshorts, black gloves, hair slicked back down her back. Candice coming a bit fleshier than we’re used to, clearly prepped to slug, floral single-strapped top and bottoms with signature connection at hips, white gloves, hair loose down her back.

R1: Tahnee getting the jab out a little more than she did against Hannah, locating Candice in the upperchest - leads to some grooving exchanges with both women landing right hands. Swanepoel a little surprised, Atkinson sneaking the right cross of her shoulder and landing stout to blonde chin - Candice turning slugger a little bit to discourage this kind of thing. Sporadic action, but both pitching with bad intentions by the final minute.

Rd 2: Tahnee's here to fight - backing Candice up and scoring points this round. Atkinson getting a firm right hand to chin, Swanepoel leaning back to take the edge off it, but clipped nonetheless. Tahnee closing distance, licking long-armed wallop to golden-brown waist and ribs - Aussie with a distinctive way of lifting her punches into Candice, letting glove linger on flesh for a moment to really sink it in. Swanepoel fighting off the ropes, gloves at temples, supple and relaxed - but brunette beauty stroking flanks and breadbasket to good effect. Down the stretch, Atkinson brazenly starts nudging Candice with the extended left shoulder - jostling and propping her - blonde outraged at the bullying posture taken by the brunette this round - some shoving and glaring after the bell as Swanepoel won't stand for it.

R3: Candice finally showing her legs to Tahnee, using every inch of ring, spinning cute off the ropes - Aussie's following, just trying to make contact. Uneventful round till late: Swanepoel near the ropes, poking potshot right hands at Atkinson - blonde suddenly slices a left uppercut/hook, neatly timing yet another looping brunette right and TAHNEE’S HURT! Right hand sailing, legs corkscrewing underneath her - she nearly pitches into the sand, but stumbles forward into the ropes instead. Sunny smile Candice as she bops to her left, watching Atkinson struggle to pull herself together at the bell.

R4: Candice outboxing Tahnee midring, but Aussie making some adjustments on the fly. Atkinson spitting the jab more, even when missing, it's preventing Swanepoel from jumping in at will. Candice in control with her lateral movement much of the round, but down the stretch, she catches Tahnee a satisfying hook, doubles it to bronzed Aussie gut and wades in to back Atkinson up. Tahnee able to step back, load up the right leg and walk Candice into a short right hand to the chin, sends the blonde stomping back wide eyed on her heels at the bell. Atkinson steals a Swanepoel round with timely power - both girls bearing up well under the other's heat through 4.

R5: Enough's enough: Candice gets rugged. Blonde wades into brunette with sweeping right hands, rolling her shoulders to back Tahnee up with licking lefts and rights to the ropes. Mission accomplished, now it's Swanepoel getting big, pressing her shoulder to chest to budge Atkinson back, pulling at her arms to disorganize her defences, then bashing away at unprotected goods. Candice helping herself to tanned Aussie gut, but the prize is a little higher up - blonde migrating north to start a systematic, thoroughgoing bombardment of those luscious DD treasures. Tahnee with her head down, gloves up, biting down on sobs of torment - Swanepoel back straight, tight smile as she works to dig her fists up and in with short, merciless thrusts. Candice lapping it up, not shy about bodying up to reset her girl, keeping her pinned and suffering at the ropes. Bell to bell Swanepoel - she treats herself to an appreciative look as Atkinson sags hurt in the strands, hugging battered bosom.

R6: Sweaty, slobberknocking action resumes - spilling sloppily along the ropes, girls reaching left hands around the opponent's waist to plug her with free-swinging rights, girls falling into each other after laying down heavy haymakers from either side. Pell mell sprawling action - Garner screaming instructions from the corner - Candice willfully ignoring it - blonde completely overcome with slug-lust. They finish up in a neutral corner, each leaning forward, hoisting up thick, rolling lefts and rights into pain wracked bellies and pulsing breasts at the bell. Tahnee’s black paint showing off better on Swanepoel’s skin, but both fighters are smeared all over each other after six minutes of point-blank broadsides.

R7: Candice’s hands together at her chest, wading in - she's looking to use the rest of Tahnee up, but Aussie not cooperating. Atkinson pushing strong off her back foot, spearing stick into Swanepoel’s face and busting blonde up. Tahnee cleanly tagging jaw, then jabbing her eye as Candice shuffles another step right. Swanepoel out at the end of the punches, steadily eating, bogging down and GOING WOBBLY BUTT! Candice groggily, trudging forward, Tahnee rifling rights, stepping sidewys - SHE'S TAKING HER APART! Stepping in, bending into crashing right hands, flattening Swanepoel's right ear against her shoulder, sending her reeling sideways, POURING in over the left shoulder, POUNDING away righty and DROPPING CANDICE AT THE ROPES! Swanepoel eyes half-open, legs out straight, hands quiet at her sides and it's OVER! KO7 for Tahnee Atkinson!

After: Candice dragged under the ropes by the heels, pulled out towards the ocean. Tahnee straddles the Foxfire blonde, picks up her hands, and looks her over. “This is another thing you have to blame the Vixens for. But I just can’t have Hannah thinking she can do anything better than me!” With that she parks her ample booty atop Swanepoel’s face, clamping her arms between her knees as she delivers the classic School-girl!

Candice’s legs kick up a storm, but Tahnee’s painted glutes are rocking and adjusting easily. The gorgeous gams movement slows, finally dropping to the sand in a pair of interlinked triangles. Atkinson hoists herself off, leaving a slumbering Swanepoel sprawled out on the sand with a chocolate cake smear across her angelic face.