R6: Odette adjusting again, now boxing behind her good jab - refusing to engage in close combat. Candi still competing hard, but not as sharp or accurate this round as Odette manages to fit in her straight, pin-point, jab coming straight at Swanepoel's more upright torso. Candice slinging/licking strokes landing to good effect, but wide arching swings leave her body exposed and Yustman takes advantage, scoring with straight shots to Candice's face. Yustman unloads a good, sticky, left hook that finds Candice's tummy with good result, letting Odette clean up tarty to Candice's bra with back and forth scrubbing action.

R7: Odette getting it done to the body. Yustman ripping lanky-limbed body shots to Candi's flat abs, then scoring with hooks and crosses to the head as theh blonde's forced to back up. Two-thirds of the way through the round, a left hook to the bra, right cross to the ear PRODUCES A KNOCKDOWN AS SWANEPOEL DIVES FACEFIRST TO THE CANVAS! Swanepoel suffers with her cute butt stuffed in the ropes for the final minute as Odette cleans up, lashing the blonde flanks with mean-spirited delight.

R8: CANDI GETTING PICKED APART. Swanepoel looking a little gassed after suffering a bludgeoning the prior round on the heels of her hard work in the Model's Tournament. Candice looking frustrated as Odette is finally able to long-jab the blonde in the mouth and dig the odd slinging right hand to the body while circling around Swannie's left shoulder. Swanepoel firms in the closing seconds as Odette punches herself out.

R9: DRAWN ROUND. Candice Swanepoel out with renewed determination, forcing Odette to choose between trading sloppy slugging in close or rangy sniping at distance. Whatever one tries, the other counters and so neither is able to do much damage as both appear willing to let the decision ride on the tenth round. Girls finish the final minute embracing heaving-belly-to-heaving-belly; jostling-jug-to-jiggling-jug; cheeks-on-shoulders.

R10: Candi comes out boxing and unleashes the double jab she unveiled in the Model Tournament. CANDI OUTBOXING ODETTE for most of the round, pressing forward behind the PEK-PEK of her newly developed jabbing technique. But it all comes undone late as Odette catches Candice with several crisp counters that hurt the tall, willowy, blonde. SWANEPOEL'S IN TROUBLE! Yustman up on her toes as Candice cringes in hurt and the dark-tressed actress pours it on trying for the knockout. Candice hurt, clinching desperately; arching her back and digging her toes in as she pushes back against the brunette as they trade digs to the ribs. Odette unable to free her hands to get the knockdown and while Swanepoel looks to be on the verge of going down, she manages to hang on hurt. STILL, LATE SURGE STEALS THE ROUND, which gives Yustman a (Tractorpull Special) – A DRAW after 10 furious rounds.

After: Candice spins around and screams at the referee to go to the tie-break format - all full of vinegar and so eager she's (literally) champing at the bit (her mouthpiece) as she sputters indignantly, her saliva soaking the front of the referee's shirt she's so spitting mad. Odette softly demures - she's happy to take the draw and avoid another blemish on her sterling record. Both women leave the ring to loud audicence reaction - Swanepoel to loud cheers; Yustman to derisive boos.

The decision stands as a draw since, the FCBA explains, both sides must agree on a tie-breaker. Swanepoel goes over strong with the crowd and the commentators for being the clear and obvious aggressor while portraying Odette as leaving "with her tail between her legs." A little perhaps, but she's obviously either not as confident in herself as Swanepoel - or smarter. Which is a matter of conjecture unable to prove either way.

Meet The Press:
Swanepoel eager to get her two cents worth in, comes straight from the ring to the press area, sweat dripping off her, sheer lace undies so nearly transparent that a couple of the older scribes have to be aided back to their seats by EMT's.
"I'm doubly disappointed, naturally," Candice huffs indignantly; her disheveled golden hair tossing and flouncing like a flamenco dancer's skirts. "I had that fight in my hands and I let it slip away. A draw," she sighed. "A DRAW!! God, no wonder Tractorpudpull hates those things! It's dammed frustrating, I must say! Then when I offered...offered... mind you, her a chance to go back out and settle it like women, she hustled her bustle back to her locker room and hid from me. She's probably popping Champagne right now celebrating having escaped with a draw!"

Yustman makes everyone wait while she (probably) confers with her handlers, managers, consultants and script writers. When she finally appears, she's finely turned out, dressed to the nines - seemingly for a hot date or an evening of dancing at some posh night spot. She smiles sweetly and shakes her head - not a hair out of place - and denies she "turned down Swanepoel's offer" to duke it out an additional round.

"I could see the poor thing was on her last legs," Odette said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You all saw it; I beat her like a Persian rug the last two rounds. I would have liked nothing better than to go out there and knock her priviledged keister into next week in an eleventh round, but my trainer was afraid of legal consequences if I broke something of Candi's. She was clearly in no condition to keep fighting...and besides, the rules are clear: both sides must agree to a tie-breaking procedure BEFORE the fight.

"So I think she's just making all that up because she can't live with the fact that I kicked her boney, catwalk-strutting, overpaid and under-developed, ass from piller to post. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a party to get to. We're going to be discussing my next starring role in a major motion picture while her groom takes Ms. Swan-pool back to the barn for a hosing down and a bale of hay."