Results by Lookout/Words by OddManOut

Before: Olivia the favourite at the fighting-celebrity sports books, but for once she's not buying it. "There's no secrets between stablemates," Champ reminds the press in prefight, "We’ve been principle sparring partners for 3 years, we’ve mimicked 16 girls in the last year alone, she's been under my hood and I’ve been under hers and that's dangerous for both of us. Now, when we get in there, we're just two dogs fighting over a bone, so I'm not going to lose. But anyone who thinks “Mila's just going to lay down and let me eat, just doesn't know boxing."

Camila upbeat despite criticisms of queue-jumping to the title...she's more focussed on victory than defending her opportunity. "I'm one punch away from shocking the world and taking my first title," she stresses. "Nobody knows better than me how good ‘Livy is, but I've been in with good before and come out on top. I can win this. I can hurt any girl who can make 110 for a weigh in. Any. Girl. Blondie's a special talent, but those abs of her aren’t really made of stone. I'm gonna hit her, and she’s gonna hit me and we'll see what happens!"

Both fighters eschewing their signature black ensembles in keeping with the special nature of this fight, Camila entering first in a blue triangle cut threestrap bikini, white gloves, hair back in a battlepony. Olivia in an orange haltertop bikini, black gloves, shoulder-length hair loose

R1: Camila getting off crisp, peppering the jab, getting Olivia’s hands up, then WHACKING the waistline snikker-snak. Mendes lighting it up, then darting to either side, Holt a half-step late to the party, missing hook-receipts. 'Mila's eyes hard, cruel as she jab-jabs Olivia's mouth - chipping away on blonde girl, then sidestepping her. Holt in hot pursuit, but getting tic-tac-toed, Mendes ranging the ring, using her legs, but popping punches in bunches to keep the Champ under wraps.

R2: Another minute of Camila vexing Olivia, blonde covering up earmuff/bending at the waist as Mendes darts in, tans flanks. Minute mark, Holt crouches down, takes the shot on her side, then steps-with as 'Mila's backing away, chopping a tidy little right to chin. THERE GO CAMILA'S LEGS! Mendes suddenly buzzed, stumbling around woozy, showing how-could-you eyes: Holt's over to offence. Blonde girl snarling, jamming away straight lefts and rights as Camila slides to her right along ropes, hands up and out as her head's snapping back from Olivia's punches. Mendes hitting the corners hard, covering up, getting pounded: Holt baring teeth, ripping to armpits/lats as brunette cowers, bouncing herself off adjacent ropes in a bid to slip-past her tormentress.

R3: Camila trying to be more stubborn, fighting Olivia hard midring - but each exchange sees blonde take canvas from brunette. Holt's spitting little jab a nice weapon - she's putting Mendes on the defensive with it, helping to give her initiative for each engagement. Spurts of action followed by circling, but each exchange sees ‘Mila forced step by step to ropes: Olivia crowding in mouth-on-shoulder, tidying up breadbasket, beating chest and arms, clouting at temple and chin. Mendes very combative: she's scoring heavily to Holt's stomach, working furiously at breasts and biceps, clouting face with short, wiping shots inside. Oliva defying the scouting report, proving the brawnier - shouldering Camila into ropes, using the extended left elbow to nudge and prop: blonde steadily bringing the fight to Mendes and breaking her down

R4: Olivia jabbing her way in, crouching, hooking the midsection, chopping righty above Camila's left hip. Mendes fitting Holt for tight little left/right uppercuts in close, swat-hooking the tits...that brings blonde into brunette's rack via retaliatory slap-chop right. Busy, compact fighting at close-quarters, girls systematically hacking away hip-to-head on one another, making sure to lavish opposing racks & ribs with short hup-hup close-in uppercuts. Not much clinching - girls in close proximity, working hard when it's their turn - each just trying to out-punish the other.

R5: Olivia making conscientious use of her jab - sorting out Camila's ship-shape jugs; slapping hooks to jaw as brunette flows forward. Mendes getting nicked and scuffed, but also making headway: HER jab spurns Holt's tits; hooks and right hands claw at AMD Champ's belly. Olivia steadily outfought in close-range exchanges - 'Mila quicker-mitted for the moment, moving her hands hup-hup-hup to belly breasts and chin. By second minute - Mendes fighting with a confident little grin - she's getting clouted, but visibly getting the better of the trade, backing Holt up after touching her. ‘Livy disheveled, scowling...final minute sees her disengaging, roaming to her right along the apron, Camila walking her down smug and big. RIGHT HAND HOLT! Sudden stop-and-swing delivery - Olivia clouting ‘Mila a rising wallop to ear/jaw, challenger’s legs give a shimmy, pitching her face-first into ropes. Mendes whining in confusion, squirming to right herself: Holt suddenly at the breadbasket left/right/left/right! Batting, robust barrage bunches Camila up stricken: ‘Livy finishing up with left around brunette's shoulders, right plowing up and in to erase the past two minutes! Bell: Mendes with her right across Holt’s shoulders, both fighters still plundering tummy in tit-for-tat single shots, ref has to pull stablemates apart.

R6: Olivia trying to rush Camila: brunette whipping check-hooks off the hip, pivoting round the strikes and grinning at the sight of Holt struck wobbly-butt. Several blitzes end with ‘Livy stepping in fence-post holes, Camila transitioning to offence after deadly counter-punching has her girl hurt. Licking left/right spanks off Holt’s abs, buckles forward "G-UHH!" as Mendes pushes Champ's head down. Whacking left hook chops in behind Olivia's right elbow, left uppercut picks up chin once, twice, then HOLT'S DOWN! Olivia beats the count all cringing and woozy...she retreats to ropes, digging in as HERE COMES ‘MILA! Harsh minutes end with Mendes punishing an unresponsive Holt girl at ropes, challenger establishing dominance after two inconclusive rounds.

R7: Mouth on shoulder, Camila kneading her mitts into Olivia's paunch, champ absorbing, bumping her shoulder, looking for swatting hooks cheek, tits, or waistline. Mendes hacks a right into Holt's left hip; blonde jerks a viciously tight right uppercut - punch finishing up at left ear after clipping chin and CAMILA GOES DOWN! Delayed action...'Mila spellbound for a moment out over her feet, then dropping to all fours...Oliva BEAMING with delight, stands right in front of downed brunette until ref ushers taunting vixen away so Mendes can take her 8 count in peace. Camila woozy, humiliated, but relatively sound: she forms buns-on-ropes pocket, giving slick little rolls, dips and angles as Olivia closes to work. Holt beating Mendes some healthy right hands in left-side lats; hooking jug with authority, but challenger keeping her chin off the target-list as she absorbs body-thump to bell.

R8: Bitter two way digging: Olivia outworking Camila as the girls lean in mouth-on-shoulder to work. Step by step, Mendess is forced to ropes - Holt non-stop at brunette paunch, shoulders rotating, rights and lefts pumping. ‘Mila looking a little woozy - starting to tie up around Olivia's arms: brunette mouthbreathing, looking shabby from Holt's consistent body work. ‘Livy rough in the clinches - throwing her shoulder at Camila's mouth, scrubbing her hairline against challenger’s face - ref issuing warnings to curb blonde enthusiasm. Holt tough to dislodge when gets a girl on the apron, Mendes fighting back in spots, trying to hurt champ to the midsection, getting the worst of it through 8.

R9: Olivia looking to close out, tries her luck, leaning in robust right hands, coming back hooks. Camila snarling, answering back in kind: both girls gambling crazy, punching as hard as they can as crowd goes wild. Holt beaten again and again to punches: 'Mila's right and left bouncing off champ’s skull and jaw, buckling Olivia's knees. Wobbly-butt Holt withdraws, Mendes dips low, then straightens up into a short hook as she hops in close - catching ‘Livy bingo on the chin. BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Holt clipped, blown to her back...head, backs of her hands bouncing off canvas as she crashes down hard. IT'S OVER! Olivia mumbling in pain, head lolling side to side, right knee rising, then falling as that leg flexes, then straightens out. KO9 for the winner and NEW Flyweight Champion, Camila Mendes!

After: Camila bawling, holding the belts over her head, a come-from behind upset for the ages to take her first title. Olivia in tears in her corner, this is the second time she’s lost a title to an opponent she’s supposed to be better than. Mendes walking over, puts a hand on Holt’s shoulder, leans over to look her in the eye. “You’re gonna be ready to try to take these back in December, right?” referring to HER possible fifth title defense. ‘Livy nods, throws her arms around the Champ’s waist as she sobs into her bosom. Camila winces at the pressure on her tenderized rack, leans over and kisses stroking her friend’s sweat-stringy hair.