Candice Accola versus Kyra Santoro
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE:  "Kyra got me good last time, I didn't expect that for sure. Now with new management and Jaime in my corner I feel it's time to settle the score" declares Candice Accola.

"Candi's tough, that's without a doubt, but I was hesitant to accept her challenge for a rematch so soon. I'd think she'd want some time to recover before going again, but if it's what the fans want so be it." responds an upbeat Kyra Santoro.

Candice out first escorted by Jaime Pressly, she disrobes to reveal a red bikini, white mitts and boots, long blonde hair swept back into a ponytail. Kyra out next, she disrobes to reveal a white bikini, marching gloves and boots, long brown hair swept back into a ponytail. Ladies exchanging icy stares as the ref drones the pre fight instructions, slamming their mitts together as they storm back to their corners.
R1: Santoro looking to start where she left off, ducking beneath a left jab and slamming a right hook into Accola's ribs followed by a right swiveling blonde head, muscling her foe to the ropes and chugging away. Kyra's incredible fitness paying early dividends, abs rippling as she twists and jerks in the pocket, helping herself to soft blonde belly and breasts. Candice covering up, taking a lot of punishment but firming in the final thirty seconds, slamming a counter right off Santoro's jaw and providing a spirited resistance, stinging her brunette with left hooks high as she braces against the ropes. Kyra responding in turn with more shots to the flanks, but it's Candice who's throwing bombs in the final seconds as Kyra covers up earmuff after a left uppercut snaps her head back at the bell. Santoro takes the first on pure early aggression but Candice refusing to punk in the first!
R2: Candice out quickly, thrusting out jabs before pivoting to her left, Kyra defending well, deflecting most Accola's artillery with her raise mitts as she tries to weave her way inside. Santoro manages to duck beneath a stiff left and slam a one two into Accola's belly forcing the blonde to stumble forward and pull Kyra in for a clinch. Santoro wriggling in her grasp, managing to free her right and pelt away at Candice's ribs before the ref pulls them apart. Accola skirting the perimeter, sliding along the ropes as Kyra gives chase, evading a high jab and peppering Candi's quivering belly at the bell, Accola spitting out her mouthpiece in agony, grasping the rope as she limps back to the Empire corner. Between rounds Candi's is in such abject misery while her seconds tend to her battered body that a concerned official comes over to ask if she wants to continue, Accola snarling in defiance as Kyra stares from across the ring, fighting back an icy grin.
R3: As the bell sounds Kyra flies forward, backing her foe into the ropes behind a storm of jabs. Candi covering up, bending into the ropes, right mitt covering her face, left latched across her battered body, crying out as Kyra beats her back to the stone age! Brunette snarling, breasts sloshing from side to side, toned abs rippling as she twists and turns in the pocket, battering her bawling foe, finally Candice takes a knee to halt the punishment, sobbing aloud as she struggles to grasp the second rope at five, up at nine as she fights back tears, nodding when the ref asks her if she wants to go on. Once action resumes Kyra gets right back on her girl punishing her with rapid left hook, right uppercut, left hook combinations as Accola cowers against the ropes, Candi staggered by a left just below the right eye, scarlet droplets staining Kyra's mitts as she treats her foes head like a speed bag, Accola going out on her feet, listing forward just as the bell sounds! Kyra roaring as she struts back to her stool, staring at her blonde as she collapses on her stool, head bowed into her chest as Jaime tends to her battered eye.
R4: Candice setting up at the ropes, ringsiders groaning in unison as Kyra wades forward, Accola evades a booming overhand right, snatching brunette bikini top and dragging her forward into a tight clinch. Santoro snarling, eyes twinkling as she bodies Candi into the neutral corner and presses her toned core against pinkened blonde belly, Accola crying out, eyes pinched in agony as Kyra pelts away at her flanks with her right. The official pries them apart as Candi shakes her head in defiance bringing a seething Kyra forward, brunette throwing bombs, mitts held low, hurling a left just as Accola seemingly on autopilot slams a right into her nose bringing blood trickling down Kyra's flawless face and sending her spinning to the canvas! Candi sighing, eyes shut, lips pursed as she listens to the ref begin to count, Kyra beats the count at eight as Accola whines in protest, brunette storming forward eager to repay the favor just as the bell sounds! Candi getting tender tlc from Jaime as she's urged to find her moments and keep her defenses up as Kyra's nose is tended to by her seconds, brunette nodding eagerly as her corner provides instructions.
R5: Santoro slams her mitts together as she rises for the fifth, mitts held high as she works her way forward, Candice thrusting out left jabs as she retreats along the perimeter, right at her cheek as Kyra gives pursuit. Santoro rushing forward, trying to tie up and trap her foe, eating a counter right that temporarily stuns her allowing Accola to land a quick pair of hooks to heaving brunette breasts before retreating, Kyra flush with embarrassment, ducking beneath a left to slam her shoulder into blonde breasts and sending Candi stumbling into the ropes. Santoro showing a mix of flair and relentless aggression as she bobs and weaves in the pocket, evading Accola's desperate leather and blasting her belly and breasts into putty, Candice ashen faced as she's unable or afraid to throw much in response, somehow able to evade a high right and pull Santoro in for a clinch, Kyra growling, shoving her foe off and swiveling her head with a left dropping blonde guard to her chest just as the bell sounds! Accola's forlorn on her stool, blubbering to Jaime as she's being dominated on the inside.
R6: Candi a mess, swaying in her corner at the bell, staggering forward to meet her foe. Kyra not faring much better despite her final minute dominance in the fifth, right eye still swelling from Candi's right handed pile driver in the second. Ladies lock eyes, sighing as they lower shoddy guards nod in agreement, stumbling forward to begin trading midring! Crowd roaring as Santoro slams a right hook around Candi's guard sending her teetering backwards, Accola responding in turn with a pair of lefts just above the hip winning a whine from her brunette, Kyra snapping Candi's head back with a rapid fire trio of jabs as Accola twists to her left and spins against the ropes. Santoro closing in, dipping to sample battered blonde belly as Candi sobs aloud into her mitts. Accola slumping against the ropes, fights through the tears as she slams a pair of hooks into Kyra's heaving breasts as she staggers forward to clinch! Santoro leaning into her girl cheek to cheek as they slap away at exposed flanks and shoulders until the ref separates them, looking them both over for a moment before allowing them to resume. Accola baring her fangs as they collide midring, taking a brutal pair of hooks to the body as she shifts in the pocket, head snapped back by a left jab as she bends at the waist and torques forward to slam a right hook against brunette chin, Santoro baby stepping forward, glassy eyed as Accola unloads, Candi putting together a brutal left hook, right hook, left uppercut combination, blasting her girl on the chin sending a mix of blood and sweat raining to the canvas, Santoro stumbling to her left as she jack knifes to the canvas! Candi a mess, stumbling past her downed foe into the neutral corner as she leans over the turnbuckles, arms draped above the top rope as she peers into the cheering crowd, Santoro stirring as the count hits five, she gets to her knees as seven, but she just can't get up! Brunette trying to rise but her legs just won't let her continue! Kyra dropping her head as the count hits ten! KO 6 Candice Accola!

AFTER:  Candi's bawling as the bell sounds, it takes the official a few moments to calm her down and convince her that she's won, badly rattled blonde thinking Kyra rose and the ref stopped her! Battered brawlers meeting midring in a boozy embrace, fighting back tears as they whisper in the clinch. Given the intensity of their first two enounters a third is all but guaranteed!