Before: Helen had a successful American debut against perennial Front Street project Kat Dennings, but was firmly rebuffed by former champs Michalka and Keegan, ruefully drops down into a lower gear against actual up&coming prospects. “I can stand in front of any of these girls and come out on top. I haven’t seen anything that let me believe I have anything to worry about.” Hayley champing at the bit, “She has no idea what I’m bringing. And by the time she does, I’ll be standing over her.”

Bandeau bikinis all around; red for Helen, purple for Hayley. Helen with wild shoulder-length hair, Hayley in more shaped curls. White gloves for Hayley, black for Helen

R1: If you like sturdy brunette brawlers trading thump, jiggling into each other, bumping off--you’re loving this action. Neither girl too concerned about her chin--both swinging away righty, looking to come-back a looping left--each brawling her way off balance, then jumping back in. Crashing give and take spills to the ropes where girls hunker down mouth on shoulder and shorten up--some decent, compact in-fighting sees both girls pack tummy and jug with stuffing leather in between ref’s breaks, Non-stop, occasionally sloppy, but always entertaining slugging leans a little Helen’s way as Hayley has trouble standing her ground.

R2: Hayley straightening out the right hand a little, pounding it off Helen’s face flush, Brit often pre-empted, squinting with a spanked expression into the impact as her own right hand misses. Still the same idea, winging punches on the outside, hope to land hard, then jiggle in close and outwork the opposition. Heads targeted in the ballistic free-for-all midring: tummies and tit’s the choice when bodies struggle in close at the ropes. Orrantia getting the better of it inside, helping herself to Flanagan’s bra with meanspirited pumping rights. Punching after the bell? Definitely.

R3: Hayley ducks inside, comes up with a stubby, clanging right hand that shuts Helen down, Brit covered up face-in-gloves, all there for a perfectly pitched hook to liver. FLANAGAN GOES DOWN! Sobbing descent, Helen’s teeth bared in agony as she slowly wilts to her knees - sucking body blow changes the fight, brings a leering glee to Hayley's expressive face. Flanagan bravely up at 8, hands on her hips as she gasps for air - ON COMES ORRANTIA! VICIOUS slugging to Helen's throbbing rack, leaves her Brit sagging in the ropes unable to answer. Hayley able to set herself to mop up with a series of glorious right hands to the jugs, pumping away as Flanagan slumps in the strands.

R4: Thorough Hayley beat down, overhauling Helen. Orrantia belting a covered up Flanagan with clubbing overhand rights, lifting rising lefts up into torso and chin. Helen sliding to her right along the ropes, hardhearted Hayley stepping-with and keeping up a steady bombardment. Hard, flat punches bouncing off Flanagan's rounded biceps, pounding those arms, loosening up the guard for the robust follow-on body attack. Hayley cleaning up late with muscular multiple lefts, multiple rights - just getting up into a wilting Helen, sullen as she soaks.

R5: Helen catches her second wind, meets Hayley midring in heartpounding action, brawny brawlers swinging lusty, staggering around with over-swings, piling into each other and muscling their opponent strong to the ropes. Helen with a rigid forward guard, bumps her forearms into Hayley to drive her ropeside. Chugging lefts and rights have Orrantia wincing, reaching up high on Flanagan to tie her up. Helen with her right cheek on Hayley’s right shoulder, hands just pumping away mindlessly to the offending belly at the bell. Ref tugs ‘em apart: heaving racks, flashing neyes--girls bringing out the beast in one another

R6: Helen pounds the points out of Hayley, emphasis on the word “pound”. Neither girl jabbing or tentative with the power shots--both are throwing themselves into sock, both taking bashing blows upside the head, on the face, square to knockers, each staggering around in a tight circle eager to answer. Flanagan just too busy, beating Orrantia to punches and newbie unable to recover once she’s backpedaling off balance: Brit stampedes her to ropes and cleans up. Pumping, chugging body work from Helen, laying her head in there and drumming Hayley into sullen resignation at the bell. Flanagan fully recovered from the knockdown, bright-eyed, loving it to Hayley’s torso. Orrantia competitive, but getting the worst of the non-stop bludgeoning.

R7: Hayley determined to quell the rally, tries to bull right through Helen, but runs into a gap-creating shoulder-block, lets Flanagan get the drop on their murderous flurries toe-to-toe. Orrantia breaks off, comes back in, holds her own in the toe-to-toe, she's getting touched up on the way in. Midway through - girls fighting with heads and hands closely grouped - each shrugging stubby uppercuts or swatting close-in hooks. Helen suddenly opens up a tremendous pumping barrage of left/right uppercuts to Hayley's breasts! Orrantia staggers back to ropes, Flanagan stepping-with, pummeling those puppies almost clear of the bandeau before coming up top…HAYLEY'S HURT! Orrantia stiff-legged at ropes - hands extended to push her tormentress off, Flanagan leans in with short right hands, jamming mitt-to-jaw, whirls a left hook from just behind Hayley's left shoulder, taking her on her left eye. ORRANTIA’S LEGS GIVE WAY! She falls awkwardly onto left hip, supporting herself on left hand as Flanagan takes a playful extra swipe with the right, just missing Hayley's scalp. Hayley trying to push her way up off her haunch, but the legs just won't respond! KO7 in decisive fashion, Helen Flanagan!

After: Hayley propped against the ring post, sobbing out her after her maiden loss. Helen hearkens back to her own early losses, and doesn’t choose to rub it in, giving her attention over to the rest of this tourney.