Before: Both beauties soaked up a beating in the last heat, though under vastly different circumstances. The question of which fighter can recover better makes Helen less of an overwhelming favorite than might be expected. Rita, at least, is insistent that this was a one-off: “Everybody has bad nights. It doesn’t mean you lost, it means the other girl got lucky!”

“Oh, it wasn’t luck,” Helen rebuts. “I’ve been knocked down by Hayley Orrantia, and she knows EXACTLY what she’s doing. The difference between the two of us is, I got up!”

Black bikinis all-around, Rita’s with white trim, Helen’s with a bandeau top. Black gloves for Flanagan, white ones for Ora.

R1: Flat footed stalking both girls - counterclockwise stepping, pawing left hands fully extended, both want to lean into that go-home right. Cautious, sporadic action - girls launching, falling in, then wrestling for position - fight tumbles into the ropes for referee's breaks and restarts at midring. Helen probably getting the better of the sloppy potshotting action, driving home to Rita's chin, then wrapping her up before meaningful exchange can develop.

R2: Similar stalking, plodding action - both girls relying on sandbagging right hands, measuring and probing with the left to set it up. Not a lot of flush contact - big rights often grazing, shooting over the shoulder and wrapping around the heads. Rita adjusting to roll with Helen's right and answer back with a swinging right to the breadbasket. Single shots only, but landing square and loud, Ora bodying up and walking Flanagan onto the ropes late. Girls are fighting like they weigh 200 pounds each - very slow, methodical, heavy handed labor unlike the frenetic driving pace we’ve seen in previous heats.

R3: Rita all business - making adjustments, sliding to her right, away from Helen's right, keeping the jab on her fellow Brit, but bringing the hand back fast to her cheek. Ora’s not ashamed to clinch - doing so after every right hand she throws - diving in to wrap Flanagan up behind the elbows. Rita going to the body to pick away at some of the power Helen’s shown against Haley & Debby, a nice tight right uppercut to the sternum, a short hook off the jab, occasionally doubled up has Flanagan reaching in to clinch and catch her breath. Helen beaten to punches, confused, Rita’s making her move her feet instead of offering battle.

R4: Rita ready to get back in the trenches, girls meet midring - right away it's a dangerous contest. Both setting up in power punching range - dukes are high, but both are opening up, letting hands go - plenty of chin on show as girls trade lefts and rights. Crunching two-way punching, Helen looks for openings, leans into the right hand, then comes back the hook as she rocks onto her back foot. Ora doing much the same thing, headhunting with the right, body-checking with the left, swaying in and out on sturdily planted legs. Girls right in front of each other, gentle clockwise rotation but basically, both girls want to stroke rhythmically at each other.

R5: Rita’s plans for more hamfisted, back and forth trade end when Helen doubles up on the jab at the approach, drops a right hand in over her left and stuns the blonde beauty. Ora hopping away hurt, hands at her temples, teeth clenched - Flanagan wades in with a swinging right uppercut that sends her ramshackle to the ropes. Helen squares away, Rita earmuffs up - it's a hard pounding bell to bell. Flanagan working it like it's a gym session, starting each session with gloves at her eyebrows, dipping side to side to bat at Ora like she's a pinata, then propping her back up with a brawny left forearm, looking for right uppercuts whenever Rita leans forward - nothing back from Ora as she rides it out guttsy.

R6: Rita out with the jab, looking to get on her bicycle one more time. Not happening, Helen stepping through the stick, then turning into a right hook and following by either clinching with the left behind the head or pushing off. Ora being bossed around, not coming forward consistently, but she's able to walk Flanagan into trouble at times, chewing ribcage and jug with scrubbing combos before she can head-tug and tie up. Ref barking warnings to Helen about throwing the uppercut while pulling Rita’s head down - brunette reaping a thick harvest of jug from the posture, not to mention routinely checking chin on the cheap. Down the stretch - ref's break spreads 'em out - Ora jogging a little to liven up her legs, trading jabs, then both girls lean into BLISTERING right hands. RITA'S CLIPPED CLEAN! Helen leaning down and in, kissing the right hand perfectly to chin: Ora's right hand sails over top, gorgeous tanned legs corkscrewing and RITA SPRAWLS AT KELLY'S FEET! It's SO over – KO6in thunderclap fashion as Helen Flanagan completes the sweep!

After: Helen advancing on her prey, no one to gainsay her from exacting tribute. Rita mumbling 'no...' hands raised to push against the oncoming belly - Helen just leaning in, pushing her way close, hauling Ora to her feet and folding her into the hungriest bosom in boxing. Flanagan turning then taking a seat on Rita’s stool, forcing the blonde to her knees between the victrix’s legs. Helen cooing, reverse-sleeper grip cinched up tight, cheek resting atop her victim's head when she's not crowing in triumph. Rita’s blindly flailing hands light atop Flanagan's thighs or palming the hips go unnoticed, brunette just putting the beef to Ora without pity. Eventually - Rita is released to sprawl prettily on her back - face moist from jug, hands up around her head, mouth working little whimpers. Helen grinning, hands on her knees - she stands, looming over blonde rubble as she primps hair, snaps her trunks back into line, then stands hands on hips as the crowd acknowledges her unmistakable dominance!