Vanessa Hudgens vs Camila Mendes(AMD Taped Fist Streetfight)
Feb 28, 2024 20:49:27 GMT -6
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Camila Mendes
vs Abs of Mass Destruction Champion Vanessa Hudgens
Taped Fist Streetfight
Before: "I just won't let her have this," Vanessa says, drawing a hand down her torso to indicate what she's planning to deny her rival. "It's simple. I'm going to get on top of Camila and control her. There's no way for to get down and turn off the lights - that only happens when I get lazy in a fight, and it's not going to happen in THIS fight."
Camila upbeat, turning back Demi again has her in high spirits. "I've shown I'm stronger bodied than Vanessa, and I've proven I'm stronger-willed. This type of fight plays to my strengths: determination, resolve, endurance. Bit by bit ‘Nessa is going to realize that she's bitten off more than she can chew. There's a long way to go and a LOT of punches to throw - but the most important thing is crushing Vanessa. That’s what I’m going to do."
Special nature of the streetfight:
1. The "ring" is a 16' square spray-painted on the road in front of the arena
2. 2 feet past the ring is a chain link fence defining the 'apron"
3. Fighters can and almost certainly will throw and slam each other into the chain link
4. This is an ABS of mass destruction fight. No punching above the shoulder. Slaps, cuffs and other open-handed blows to the head are allowed, but not closed-fist strikes
5. Given the nature of the ring, the interval between rounds will be extended by 10 seconds, allowing the corner crews time to exit the cage. During this extra time, fighters may close with each other, but may not start punching each other until the bell.
Camila entering the cage first, sporting a red sportsbra and matching leggings, white tape, hair back in a battle pony. Vanessa entering with a black sportsbra and leggings, black tape, hair back in a battle pony, leaving the AMD title belt outside the cage. Contenders go forehead-to-forehead during refs instructions, back off just far enough to put up their dukes when told to return to their corners, making it abundantly clear fists will be flying as soon as the bell rings.
R1: Cami looking to lather Vanessa's hips/waist early, batting away both hands as Champ stoops forward in grunting earmuff. Hudgens answering back after a minute of the Mendes shoe-shine: firm left uppercut scoring to solar plexus, leading to crisp exchange of right/lefts midring, challenger clapped to the ear, forced into retreat. Final minute, Cami regains legs, hopping to her right while feinting and stooping to jab tummy, Vanessa turning, mesmerized, allowing herself to be tarted up for points at bell.
Extra time in the interval leads to several seconds of midring, dukes up “I’m not touching you” circling; Mendes chirping, “All day, b!tc#, all day”, Hudgens smacking her right hand into left elbow to give the forearm jerk.
R2: Vanessa roaming confidently to her right - feinting Camila into crossarm, then lashing the torso right/left, taped fists beating out "PIK!" "PAK!" rhythms on Mendes-meat. Hudgens pretty in her work – pony coming loose, touching her girl, turning her at will, steadily piling on core damage as Cami looks a grumpy starlet in receipt.
Midring circling, Vanessa goes on offense, “You’re going into the chain, this round!” Mendes snarling behind her guard.
R3: Cami pampering Vanessa's hips and waist with the ol' lathering shoe-shine: Champ finally gets the timing of it at minute mark. Right hand claps Mendes’ ear, she stumbles on the spot, momentarily uncertain of her footing: Hudgens fouls with a hook on the mouth and takes over. ‘Nessa snarling - jabbing Camila's tits, then leaning in to gut her with a spearing straight right hand sloped to breadbasket. Hudgens true to her word, spanking body shots drive Mendes to the chain-link, she's hurt, baring teeth in grimace as she covers up. Vanessa exacts her revenge on hated Cami hips/flanks - batting away as challenger bobs on the spot, keeping her elbows in/dukes up.
Midring circling, Vanessa keeps up the offense, “That’s chain’s gonna be tattooed on your ass before I’m done, b!tc#”
R4: Rising scent of overheated girls and punch-spanked torsos: fighters creep-close, reach in, strain for forward progress. Hips back as legs churn forward - heads butting, ponytails pulled, hands pushing at pecs or arms underneath; strong flat-footed stances anchoring heavy-handed wallop one thick shot at a time. Bruising attrition sees Camila work Vanessa in stages to fencing, Champ almost bursts into tears when backside hits chain link, but she crosses arms right atop left at her body, stoops forward and lays in as Mendes sets to work. Cami lapping wallop hips to ribs behind Vanessa's elbows, then pushing or shoulder-bumping to reset. It's Mendes on Hudgens, laying in close, working short hup-hup right/lefts to paunch; constantly applying body or left shoulder; looping palm-down round punches in around Champ’s elbows to work her flanks. ‘Nessa’s toned legs come to her rescue, refusing to give way as her torso is systematically battered. Mendes pacing herself, keeping a good methodical pace on Hudgens, just using the Champ up.
Midiring circling, Cami chirping abuse, "Tired, ‘Nessa? Huh? Feel like quitting?"
R5: Vanessa flat-footed, stooping to her right while jab-jabbing the left off her hip. Camila stooped to HER right, right hand on left side of her mouth to catch Hudgens jab while her jab searches out Championship abs. Girls close, lay in head-on-shoulder - hands pushing at arms and hips underneath. It's all about taking a strong plant-step on the front leg and feeding the opponent a tuff left or right uppercut to body; reach in to push, and hopefully get her to step back. Grim, grunting stuff - girls thighs and backsides shuddering under the strain, but bit by bit it's Cami stepping Vanessa's backside into fence. Mendes with a chance to operate over latter half the round, pushing on Hudgens; laying head on left shoulder; slugging right hands to paunch; hooks to ear. ‘Nessa grimacing, whining; Camila in strong, flat-footed position, keeping her weight forward, pouring the beef to her foe. It's a beating for Hudgens: body abused; skull cloncked of fence post, championship legs hold her up, but she's wobbly butt, sniveling from steady punishment. Round ends with Vanessa fading fast: Camila pushing her left hand on Champ’s right shoulder - PACKING that right hand deep to tummy. Big whacking shellacks to Hudgens’ body pinching her face in pain, cramping her up – Mendes’ legs in wide stance, buttocks shuddering side to side with the work. ‘Nessa's right knee comes up weakly against Camila’s thigh, she's cringing in gutshot agony as Mendes packs her final rights into Hudgens’ heaving belly at bell!
Ref checking back of Vanessa’s head for blood during the interval, she is cut on her cheek from the chain. Camila loving it as they circle, “That’s a great look for you!” Hudgens turn to snarl wordlessly
R6: Vanessa driving into Camila, slamming her into the chain-link, working the gut, hip-flexors, trunks and thigh-tops with chugging malice while pushing in with head. Mendes stacked into the chain and getting worked over, able to tie up for breaks, but she can't reverse or slug her way out of there. Good round of hard-digging minutes for Hudgens: Cami forced to stand up and take her medicine, cards all tied up after 6..
Mendes bleeding from her back, styptic pens being applied, her leggings sporting a several inch tear as well, Hudgens backing up to her corner to admire her handiwork.
R7: Free swinging pitch-and-catch midring - both girls sweeping away from the hips, eyes blazing, lips curled back off teeth and 'NESSA GETS STROKED! Blatant foul as Camila’s right hand clocks Hudgens upside the head, strapping her left ear-to-chin...she hops to her right, nearly goes down, wobbles distraught into fence as challenger pours in! OH THE HUMANITY! Mendes plowing in a brutal barrage of rights and lefts to tummy, then romping up ribs and tits as Vanessa wilts forward. Crowd squealing as Hudgens legs lookings ready to go, Champ bending at the waist/rolling torso in the pocket...she's crying, getting thrashed. Mendes yanks Hudgens up by her pony, which comes undone, lusty swings strap and lash the target, taped fists bouncing off battered reddened flesh. As Cami tires, she gets methodical - reaching her left in to grab at Vanessa's right wrist, pinning it against Champ's body while drifting her short-righty in those abs. Hudgens belted, shabby, taking punches, but grimly hanging on: she's clinching in spots; rolling hup-hup flurries against Mendes’ heaving jugs...just enough activity to keep the ref from jumping the gun. Down the stretch, Camila cleaning up and GETS ROCKED! Sneaky, cuffing left hook toggles Mendes’ chin as Hudgens punches off her back leg, challenger's startled, so 'Nessa doubles up the cuffing hook, BUZZING CAMILA'S LEGS! Mendes suddenly wobbly-butt, slumping forward into Vanessa: Champ bundles her up chest to chest, wrestles Cami out to midring, trips her to the asphalt and 'NESSA WANTS TUMMY! Hateful overhand rights from her knees, Hudgens to Mendes shoulders rolling, black-taped fists plunging to bust that reddened torso as these blood-rivals try to break each other in half!
Vanessa’s pony tie sent flying Lord-knows-where, sweat-stringy hair pretty much plastered in place anyway. Panting fighters not circling anymore, just exchanging exhausted, breathless “b!tc#” “b!tc#” at midring.
R8: Camila fighting in retreat - trying to keep Vanessa off with check-jabs, trying to flurry-and-sidestep in desperate bids to turn fight midring. Hudgens ripping sidearm lefts and rights to Mendes’ ribs, Champ’s stubby shots straight from the shoulder, just whack-batting Cami’s torso. Mendes backed onto the chain, Hudgens stepping-to, unleashes a savage barrage of hooks: short flurry bangs and scours at challenger as she's bobbing on the spot. Camila blurting in pain, sliding to her right, hitting her own corner in disarray: ‘Nessa walking her down - triggering the straight lead right down into tummy. Mendes whining, stooping forward butt-on-fencepost: OH how Hudgens hooking the body - getting in thick behind right elbow. Hooks and bumping left shoulders sorting Camila out; drilling straight rights stamping into tummy, exploring her beneath her elbows. Mendes crying out, rolling in the pocket, suffering...it's a Hudgens jailbreak as challenger loses composure. ‘Nessa bounces left hook off waist; bobs on the spot; unleashes sidearm right hard to left flank; dips n' DIGS left hook to liver and DOWN GOES 'CAMILA! Mendes hugging her body, tumbling to asphalt, rolling to her back all gasping and sobbing. It's over - challenger can't get off her back...that's KO8 for the winner and STILL Abs-of-Mass-Destruction champ VANESSA HUDGENS!
After: Camila gasping and retching on all fours, and Vanessa taking deep breaths, arms wrapped around her own stomach, as she pulls herself together. Fists clenched, Hudgens moved in on Mendes, Stomping the left hand with the right foot: Cami's hand snapped up and shaken as she rises up onto her haunches. Vanessa flicks her hair in behind her ears; kicking her in the chest, driving her onto her back of again. Mendes too stunned to even change her position.
Vanessa stepping to, stomping her on the navel. Camila cried out jackknifing, Hudgens reaching for raven hair, throwing her to lay sprawled on backside-and-elbows. Vanessa stepped to Camila's left flank: stomped down again. Mendes groaned, Hudgens stomps again. As Hudgens worked on Camila, her fingers stay busy either tucking hair behind ears, or snapping trunks back into place around cheeky hardworking buttocks.
Panting, Vanessa demanded: "Say my abs beat your abs...SAY IT!"
Camila beaten red, disheveled, but her spirit isn't broken. "NEVER!" Mendes pants.
Vanessa wincing as she raises her fists in the air to get her abs into another stomp to pulverized, lean Mendes meat.
"SAY MY ABS STOPPED YOUR ABS!" Vanessa panted as her left hand grabbed Camila’s hair behind her ear.
"NO!" Mendes gasps, throwing a weak punch into Hudgens’ red abs.
Vanessa went to her knees in front of Camila. "Fine, you little b!tc#!" she hisses.
With her left hand, Vanessa pushes back on Camila's forehead, the hand pressed flat against pate. Raising her right knee behind Mendes’ back, she stretches and bends Camila in an improvised torture rack
When she's done - although nobody is sure how - she emerges with Cami's thong dangling from her fingertips as she smirks, planting her other foot down across Cami's defeated abs as she pats her own proud tummy with a snicker, "Who's going to taste the best abs in the world next? Because we all know MY abs stopped HER abs..." Stomping down her foot across Cami's taut tummy as she goes to saunter off for a night of celebration after what a thrilling match to kick off the 25th Anniversary PPV!
vs Abs of Mass Destruction Champion Vanessa Hudgens
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Taped Fist Streetfight
Before: "I just won't let her have this," Vanessa says, drawing a hand down her torso to indicate what she's planning to deny her rival. "It's simple. I'm going to get on top of Camila and control her. There's no way for to get down and turn off the lights - that only happens when I get lazy in a fight, and it's not going to happen in THIS fight."
Camila upbeat, turning back Demi again has her in high spirits. "I've shown I'm stronger bodied than Vanessa, and I've proven I'm stronger-willed. This type of fight plays to my strengths: determination, resolve, endurance. Bit by bit ‘Nessa is going to realize that she's bitten off more than she can chew. There's a long way to go and a LOT of punches to throw - but the most important thing is crushing Vanessa. That’s what I’m going to do."
Special nature of the streetfight:
1. The "ring" is a 16' square spray-painted on the road in front of the arena
2. 2 feet past the ring is a chain link fence defining the 'apron"
3. Fighters can and almost certainly will throw and slam each other into the chain link
4. This is an ABS of mass destruction fight. No punching above the shoulder. Slaps, cuffs and other open-handed blows to the head are allowed, but not closed-fist strikes
5. Given the nature of the ring, the interval between rounds will be extended by 10 seconds, allowing the corner crews time to exit the cage. During this extra time, fighters may close with each other, but may not start punching each other until the bell.
Camila entering the cage first, sporting a red sportsbra and matching leggings, white tape, hair back in a battle pony. Vanessa entering with a black sportsbra and leggings, black tape, hair back in a battle pony, leaving the AMD title belt outside the cage. Contenders go forehead-to-forehead during refs instructions, back off just far enough to put up their dukes when told to return to their corners, making it abundantly clear fists will be flying as soon as the bell rings.
R1: Cami looking to lather Vanessa's hips/waist early, batting away both hands as Champ stoops forward in grunting earmuff. Hudgens answering back after a minute of the Mendes shoe-shine: firm left uppercut scoring to solar plexus, leading to crisp exchange of right/lefts midring, challenger clapped to the ear, forced into retreat. Final minute, Cami regains legs, hopping to her right while feinting and stooping to jab tummy, Vanessa turning, mesmerized, allowing herself to be tarted up for points at bell.
Extra time in the interval leads to several seconds of midring, dukes up “I’m not touching you” circling; Mendes chirping, “All day, b!tc#, all day”, Hudgens smacking her right hand into left elbow to give the forearm jerk.
R2: Vanessa roaming confidently to her right - feinting Camila into crossarm, then lashing the torso right/left, taped fists beating out "PIK!" "PAK!" rhythms on Mendes-meat. Hudgens pretty in her work – pony coming loose, touching her girl, turning her at will, steadily piling on core damage as Cami looks a grumpy starlet in receipt.
Midring circling, Vanessa goes on offense, “You’re going into the chain, this round!” Mendes snarling behind her guard.
R3: Cami pampering Vanessa's hips and waist with the ol' lathering shoe-shine: Champ finally gets the timing of it at minute mark. Right hand claps Mendes’ ear, she stumbles on the spot, momentarily uncertain of her footing: Hudgens fouls with a hook on the mouth and takes over. ‘Nessa snarling - jabbing Camila's tits, then leaning in to gut her with a spearing straight right hand sloped to breadbasket. Hudgens true to her word, spanking body shots drive Mendes to the chain-link, she's hurt, baring teeth in grimace as she covers up. Vanessa exacts her revenge on hated Cami hips/flanks - batting away as challenger bobs on the spot, keeping her elbows in/dukes up.
Midring circling, Vanessa keeps up the offense, “That’s chain’s gonna be tattooed on your ass before I’m done, b!tc#”
R4: Rising scent of overheated girls and punch-spanked torsos: fighters creep-close, reach in, strain for forward progress. Hips back as legs churn forward - heads butting, ponytails pulled, hands pushing at pecs or arms underneath; strong flat-footed stances anchoring heavy-handed wallop one thick shot at a time. Bruising attrition sees Camila work Vanessa in stages to fencing, Champ almost bursts into tears when backside hits chain link, but she crosses arms right atop left at her body, stoops forward and lays in as Mendes sets to work. Cami lapping wallop hips to ribs behind Vanessa's elbows, then pushing or shoulder-bumping to reset. It's Mendes on Hudgens, laying in close, working short hup-hup right/lefts to paunch; constantly applying body or left shoulder; looping palm-down round punches in around Champ’s elbows to work her flanks. ‘Nessa’s toned legs come to her rescue, refusing to give way as her torso is systematically battered. Mendes pacing herself, keeping a good methodical pace on Hudgens, just using the Champ up.
Midiring circling, Cami chirping abuse, "Tired, ‘Nessa? Huh? Feel like quitting?"
R5: Vanessa flat-footed, stooping to her right while jab-jabbing the left off her hip. Camila stooped to HER right, right hand on left side of her mouth to catch Hudgens jab while her jab searches out Championship abs. Girls close, lay in head-on-shoulder - hands pushing at arms and hips underneath. It's all about taking a strong plant-step on the front leg and feeding the opponent a tuff left or right uppercut to body; reach in to push, and hopefully get her to step back. Grim, grunting stuff - girls thighs and backsides shuddering under the strain, but bit by bit it's Cami stepping Vanessa's backside into fence. Mendes with a chance to operate over latter half the round, pushing on Hudgens; laying head on left shoulder; slugging right hands to paunch; hooks to ear. ‘Nessa grimacing, whining; Camila in strong, flat-footed position, keeping her weight forward, pouring the beef to her foe. It's a beating for Hudgens: body abused; skull cloncked of fence post, championship legs hold her up, but she's wobbly butt, sniveling from steady punishment. Round ends with Vanessa fading fast: Camila pushing her left hand on Champ’s right shoulder - PACKING that right hand deep to tummy. Big whacking shellacks to Hudgens’ body pinching her face in pain, cramping her up – Mendes’ legs in wide stance, buttocks shuddering side to side with the work. ‘Nessa's right knee comes up weakly against Camila’s thigh, she's cringing in gutshot agony as Mendes packs her final rights into Hudgens’ heaving belly at bell!
Ref checking back of Vanessa’s head for blood during the interval, she is cut on her cheek from the chain. Camila loving it as they circle, “That’s a great look for you!” Hudgens turn to snarl wordlessly
R6: Vanessa driving into Camila, slamming her into the chain-link, working the gut, hip-flexors, trunks and thigh-tops with chugging malice while pushing in with head. Mendes stacked into the chain and getting worked over, able to tie up for breaks, but she can't reverse or slug her way out of there. Good round of hard-digging minutes for Hudgens: Cami forced to stand up and take her medicine, cards all tied up after 6..
Mendes bleeding from her back, styptic pens being applied, her leggings sporting a several inch tear as well, Hudgens backing up to her corner to admire her handiwork.
R7: Free swinging pitch-and-catch midring - both girls sweeping away from the hips, eyes blazing, lips curled back off teeth and 'NESSA GETS STROKED! Blatant foul as Camila’s right hand clocks Hudgens upside the head, strapping her left ear-to-chin...she hops to her right, nearly goes down, wobbles distraught into fence as challenger pours in! OH THE HUMANITY! Mendes plowing in a brutal barrage of rights and lefts to tummy, then romping up ribs and tits as Vanessa wilts forward. Crowd squealing as Hudgens legs lookings ready to go, Champ bending at the waist/rolling torso in the pocket...she's crying, getting thrashed. Mendes yanks Hudgens up by her pony, which comes undone, lusty swings strap and lash the target, taped fists bouncing off battered reddened flesh. As Cami tires, she gets methodical - reaching her left in to grab at Vanessa's right wrist, pinning it against Champ's body while drifting her short-righty in those abs. Hudgens belted, shabby, taking punches, but grimly hanging on: she's clinching in spots; rolling hup-hup flurries against Mendes’ heaving jugs...just enough activity to keep the ref from jumping the gun. Down the stretch, Camila cleaning up and GETS ROCKED! Sneaky, cuffing left hook toggles Mendes’ chin as Hudgens punches off her back leg, challenger's startled, so 'Nessa doubles up the cuffing hook, BUZZING CAMILA'S LEGS! Mendes suddenly wobbly-butt, slumping forward into Vanessa: Champ bundles her up chest to chest, wrestles Cami out to midring, trips her to the asphalt and 'NESSA WANTS TUMMY! Hateful overhand rights from her knees, Hudgens to Mendes shoulders rolling, black-taped fists plunging to bust that reddened torso as these blood-rivals try to break each other in half!
Vanessa’s pony tie sent flying Lord-knows-where, sweat-stringy hair pretty much plastered in place anyway. Panting fighters not circling anymore, just exchanging exhausted, breathless “b!tc#” “b!tc#” at midring.
R8: Camila fighting in retreat - trying to keep Vanessa off with check-jabs, trying to flurry-and-sidestep in desperate bids to turn fight midring. Hudgens ripping sidearm lefts and rights to Mendes’ ribs, Champ’s stubby shots straight from the shoulder, just whack-batting Cami’s torso. Mendes backed onto the chain, Hudgens stepping-to, unleashes a savage barrage of hooks: short flurry bangs and scours at challenger as she's bobbing on the spot. Camila blurting in pain, sliding to her right, hitting her own corner in disarray: ‘Nessa walking her down - triggering the straight lead right down into tummy. Mendes whining, stooping forward butt-on-fencepost: OH how Hudgens hooking the body - getting in thick behind right elbow. Hooks and bumping left shoulders sorting Camila out; drilling straight rights stamping into tummy, exploring her beneath her elbows. Mendes crying out, rolling in the pocket, suffering...it's a Hudgens jailbreak as challenger loses composure. ‘Nessa bounces left hook off waist; bobs on the spot; unleashes sidearm right hard to left flank; dips n' DIGS left hook to liver and DOWN GOES 'CAMILA! Mendes hugging her body, tumbling to asphalt, rolling to her back all gasping and sobbing. It's over - challenger can't get off her back...that's KO8 for the winner and STILL Abs-of-Mass-Destruction champ VANESSA HUDGENS!
After: Camila gasping and retching on all fours, and Vanessa taking deep breaths, arms wrapped around her own stomach, as she pulls herself together. Fists clenched, Hudgens moved in on Mendes, Stomping the left hand with the right foot: Cami's hand snapped up and shaken as she rises up onto her haunches. Vanessa flicks her hair in behind her ears; kicking her in the chest, driving her onto her back of again. Mendes too stunned to even change her position.
Vanessa stepping to, stomping her on the navel. Camila cried out jackknifing, Hudgens reaching for raven hair, throwing her to lay sprawled on backside-and-elbows. Vanessa stepped to Camila's left flank: stomped down again. Mendes groaned, Hudgens stomps again. As Hudgens worked on Camila, her fingers stay busy either tucking hair behind ears, or snapping trunks back into place around cheeky hardworking buttocks.
Panting, Vanessa demanded: "Say my abs beat your abs...SAY IT!"
Camila beaten red, disheveled, but her spirit isn't broken. "NEVER!" Mendes pants.
Vanessa wincing as she raises her fists in the air to get her abs into another stomp to pulverized, lean Mendes meat.
"SAY MY ABS STOPPED YOUR ABS!" Vanessa panted as her left hand grabbed Camila’s hair behind her ear.
"NO!" Mendes gasps, throwing a weak punch into Hudgens’ red abs.
Vanessa went to her knees in front of Camila. "Fine, you little b!tc#!" she hisses.
With her left hand, Vanessa pushes back on Camila's forehead, the hand pressed flat against pate. Raising her right knee behind Mendes’ back, she stretches and bends Camila in an improvised torture rack
Vanessa’s too spent to punch anymore, she’s just slapping that right hand onto Camila’s reddened abs pulled taut as Hudgens continues to demand Mendes admit her superiority. She doesn’t get it, though, as Nessa's eyes flash with absolute malice. Going to drop Cami to the asphalt like a discarded piece of trash with a crash as Nessa rolls her over to her back, aiming to plant her abs down across her face. Gliding her abs back and forth, then scrubbing her slick abs back and forth with increasing intensity as she tummies up on her rival. Going to push at her foe's biceps to pin them down tot he canvas as Mendes squirms, thrashing furiously as she tries to get free. Until suddenly, a breathless whimper escapes muffled against her rival's sweaty tummy and then, Cami passes out, finally collapsing limply to lie belly down on the asphalt. Nessa goes to lean forward over her foe as her rival's body, hiding her from the camera for a moment as she twerks her tush for a few moments.
When she's done - although nobody is sure how - she emerges with Cami's thong dangling from her fingertips as she smirks, planting her other foot down across Cami's defeated abs as she pats her own proud tummy with a snicker, "Who's going to taste the best abs in the world next? Because we all know MY abs stopped HER abs..." Stomping down her foot across Cami's taut tummy as she goes to saunter off for a night of celebration after what a thrilling match to kick off the 25th Anniversary PPV!
