Post by Lookout! Boxing on Aug 30, 2023 23:19:56 GMT -6
Vanessa Hudgens versus Emma Watson
Abs of Mass Destruction (AMD) Title
BEFORE: Both fighters have a heated history between them and it definitely comes into play almost immediately, with both Nessa and Emma shoving at one another angrily before the ref steps in to pull them apart. Both of them directed towards opposite corners where they continue to taunt one another and then towards the press as well…
Emma hissing coolly, “I’ve had people who have doubted me my whole career, even within my current stable I’ve had jealous rivals, but I’ve proven them wrong every step of the way. This year I entered the Hall of Fame and that was exactly what I deserved. I am one of the best flyweights of this generation and proving it today against another Hall-of-Famer will be amazing. Whether you like Nessa or not - for the record, I don’t - she is always tough. I’ve ended up with her tummy in my face far more than I’d like, but today, I’m going to be smothering her out in my abs. That AMD title is coming home with me. Each of our fights have made me go the distance, pushing me harder and lasting longer each time, but tonight I am going to outlast Nessa, because I’m the fittest.”
Nessa smirking back, though it doesn’t match her eyes, glaring coolly, “Say what you will about Hermione, but she definitely makes magic happen in the ring. But, she doesn’t have a spell over me and in fact, she knows that I’m the brightest witch of them all. Does she deserve to be in the Hall of Fame? That’s a legit question but is she one of the best flyweights of this generation? I can shut that down right now and I plan to do so in the ring again here in a minute. But, in regards to the Hall of Fame, I was really honored to be part of all of that and there when she got in ahead of that cheap, chubby loser Lily….”
Speak of the devil as out of the crowd surges a furious Lily Collins, charging onto the beach to shove Nessa back against the turnbuckle. Trying to thump her fists into Nessa’s abs and Hudgens squealing in outrage, but eager to return the favor as the two of them take turns in the corner hammering away for a moment. The ref managing to separate the two of them - but not easily - as the two of them continue to scream at one another -
“No matter what happens, Lily, you’ll always be second place to Emma. I was there when you couldn’t get it done and Emma got in first. And since Emma is not in my league, where does that leave you? Third or lower, you jealous b*tch? You are gonna get owned by my abs if you ever step foot against me again, Collins….”
“You know who is the fittest flyweight, Nessa and it definitely isn’t you! You don’t deserve to be in the Hall of Fame and neither does Emma. I should’ve been there first and I hold YOU responsible, you cheating wench for keeping me from what is rightfully mine, like the AMD title!”
The two of them screech at each other, with the refs struggling to body Lily outside while other referees go to hold Nessa back before Emma comes over from behind, going to SHOVE Lily out of the ring as she screams down at her stablemate, “I DEFINITELY deserve to be in the Hall of Fame. I took you down to get there and I’ll take down Nessa today, so you’ll just have to watch, Collins, when I do what you can’t…”
The referees caught by surprise as they lose hold of Vanessa for a moment as she surges across the ring, going to tackle Emma back to the ropes but Watson ready for such an assault, shoving her up against the turnbuckle as the two of them start throwing punches. The ref can only separate them momentarily before the bell rings and the battle begins…
R1: Hot-tossing two-way as Hudgens elects to step inside and swap with former champ! Active, bobbing stances as girls dip underneath one another, dig up the body aggressively then form earmuff as the other girl has a go in kind. Fighter's jab as they step around, then it's back in with the tuff hook to breadbasket underneath; the chopping head punches in combination; the extra left hooks in batting succession to flank. Withering stuff taken well by both women...down the stretch, Watson finally separates when a flashy hook across the mouth startles Nessa just long enough for Emma to pump her tummy left/right. Hudgens gasps, clinches wincing, loses the round as a result.
R2: Hudgens took Watson's temperature inside last round: now Nessa's on her toes, bippin' and boppin' about outside, darting in with flashing fists, escaping to either side. Watson duck-and-covers as Hudgens's making her strafing runs...Kris pelted, then answering late, unable to counter the tempo early. Blistering stuff starts to overwhelm Watson mid-ring...she retreats to ropes, increasingly defensive as grinnin' Nessa Hudgens hops after her all springy and lithe. Hudgens prepping with the jab in Emma's guard, then tearing at her in flurries: wicked right hands taking Watson wide to leftside ribs; swift left/rights punching apart the guard; chopping rights penetrating, scoring on Emma's face. DIGGING left hooks up under right breast hurt Emma - Hudgens scooping at her blonde with the palm-up chop, bringing the mitt back quick to Nessa's chest on follow through. Watson shaken repeatedly - forced to bail - sliding along the ropes with a pained grimace as Hudgens walks her down. Nessa darting in and out, pouring on the hurt...Watson bobbing sadly, showing either earmuff or crossed-arms with back of right hand at left cheek/left hand tucked into right armpit, just weathering the storm. Late the round, it's all too much...Watson wearing down under the constant pelting rain...she bounces rump-off-ropes in earmuff, then drops to all fours, panting and shellshocked as Nessa spins away yelping with delight. 10-8 Hudgens - dancer sends iconic Brit to corner with a dazed, punished expression through 2.
R3: Both girls boppin' on their toes with some real back and forth action this round. Wide-ranging action circles the ring, bounces off the ropes as Hudgens scatters Watson. Emma looking frustrated - she's quick enough to disengage, but she can't shake pursuit: Hudgens cutting off the ring, batting away tic-tac-toe, then giving merry chase as Emma continues to battle back forcefully. It’s some real cat-and-mouse action, but Emma showing some ring savvy as round ends to the sight of Hudgens sitting in ropes, stooping forward in earmuff while Watson pumps tummy hup-hup-hup, pushing on Nessa's guard to reset. Watson just grinning, working Hudgens over, then hopping away all youthful exuberance while Nessa slumps grumpy in ropes at break.
R4: Vanessa comes out firing in the fourth - her legs dictating position, fists busy about the body of her foe, chopping hooks and right hands behind either protective elbow. Nessa edging in with left shoulder, bumping into Emma's guard while pivoting counterclockwise - she's turning Emma, then strapping hooks thick to waistline. Watson trying to counter-pounce and engage midring, but it's not working: Hudgens too agile - dancing back from pressure, then darting in - rapid-fire batting combinations dousing Watson, forcing her to cover up. Vanessa using the jab when she's pivoting off Emma, just keeping Watson covered up - then it's in with the power - Hudgens pouncing, getting off robust shots. Watson defending well in spots, getting lit up in others...she's busting up, looking discouraged, getting outboxed through 4. Hudgens full of sass after the round - hands on hips, cocking head to one side, beaming, “Wanna just taste my tummy now, Hermione?”
R5: Watson changes tactics, trailing a broken wing to lure Vanessa to ropes...Hudgens happily obliges, hopping-to to administer finishing touches. It's an act...Watson comes alive in the pocket, fighting bitterly off the ropes, catching Hudgens again and again with little whirling counter-flurries, then covering up on either side. Nessa sputtering, getting pasted - she's pot-committed, but encountering blistering resistance. Watson snarling, punching savagely when she gets off...midway through she slashes a right uppercut to Nessa's chin; hooks Nessa's chin and SITS Nessa DOWN! Hudgens on buns-and-elbows, staring bleakly up in wonder as Watson's seething down...Emma turns the tide with trademark handspeed, finally getting into her foe's legs.
R6: Nessa bouncing on her toes, making a series of false-charges, then circling to her left, turning Watson midring. Emma wary, dukes up, but measuring Nessa with extended lefts. Watson wants to time her girl for a chopping overhand right. Hudgens dealing the odd straight right hand lead while she's wheeling clockwise, popping Emma in the mouth: Watson triggering her overhand right a shade late in response. Minute mark - Hudgens steps in, ducks under Watson's right, straightens up into the world's shortest left hook - basically jumping into Emma Watson's chin. DOWN GOES WATSON! Emma taking 100% of Nessa across her face - head swiveling violently as legs stiffen, butt goes back, sending Watson crashing to her back, hands up above her head. It's over: Emma Watson out cold here on the sand, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering like hummingbird's wings. KO6 Vanessa Hudgens.
AFTER: Nessa takes a moment to bellow with excitement, jumping in the air as she pumps one fist into the air and the other patting her triumphant tummy as she beams, shouting out “TOLD YOU!!” to nobody in particular, though many suspect is it is either towards a dazed Emma Watson, a seething Lily Collins in the crowd or both. It could certainly be towards her recent flyweight rival Avril Lavigne or any number of other flyweight rivals, such as Michelle Williams, but Vanessa doesn’t take the time to clarify - either presently or in the press conference - merely stating that she was speaking to the ‘haters’ out there. Given Vanessa’s success and penchant for post-fight humiliation, the suspects are no doubt endless.
At the moment, it’s clear though who is the focus of Nessa’s attention as she goes to drag a semi-conscious Emma Watson towards the turnbuckle. Shoving her up against the turnbuckle as she hisses, “You seem to think that just because we’re all in the Hall of Fame, that we’re all on the same level. But we’re not. Just because you manage to share that same title, doesn’t mean that you’re in my league.” Once again, it’s YOU tasting MY tummy, so why don’t you wipe your Hall of Fame tears on my abs…” Again, this could be directed towards anybody, but her gaze is focused on Watson at the moment, drawing her foe’s focus towards her own glistening abs. An outraged Collins is trying to make her way into the ring, but a wall of referees is there to prevent any post-match assault, despite numerous determined attempts.
To the soundtrack of a furious Collins, muffled moans from Emma and a self-satisfied smirk from Hudgens, Hudgens goes to scrub her abs back and forth with unrestrained fury. Slapping and grinding her tummy down as Emma is sniffling, though it is unclear on whether there is outright crying as Hudgens suggested, given how little of her face can be seen under Nessa’s tummy. Emma, although still recovering from the knockout, struggles valiantly, shoving at Nessa’s hips and abs. Occasionally pawing at her tummy or hugging around her waist, but Nessa remains perched with her tummy pressed tightly down until Emma’s struggles slow down. Making sure she isn’t all the way out as Vanessa goes to hop off to deliver a stunning SLAP across a shocked Emma’s face to send her sprawling to the sand and with her other hand, an extended middle finger towards Lily Collins. Sauntering out of the ring now - still the AMD champion - she continues to stare down Lily as she pumps a double bicep flex and thrusts out her victorious abs, slick with the sweat of a victorious match, plus the tears and saliva of another defeated rival as Vanessa’s reign continues - for now.
Nessa goes to strut out, patting her triumphant tummy as her eyes light up mischievously as she coos out in a voice dripping with condescension “Poor child. I hope she gets better.”, as that line draws a loud cheer from a certain redhead in the audience and a shocked look from Emma as things are far from over between them.
Abs of Mass Destruction (AMD) Title
(Words & Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: Both fighters have a heated history between them and it definitely comes into play almost immediately, with both Nessa and Emma shoving at one another angrily before the ref steps in to pull them apart. Both of them directed towards opposite corners where they continue to taunt one another and then towards the press as well…
Emma hissing coolly, “I’ve had people who have doubted me my whole career, even within my current stable I’ve had jealous rivals, but I’ve proven them wrong every step of the way. This year I entered the Hall of Fame and that was exactly what I deserved. I am one of the best flyweights of this generation and proving it today against another Hall-of-Famer will be amazing. Whether you like Nessa or not - for the record, I don’t - she is always tough. I’ve ended up with her tummy in my face far more than I’d like, but today, I’m going to be smothering her out in my abs. That AMD title is coming home with me. Each of our fights have made me go the distance, pushing me harder and lasting longer each time, but tonight I am going to outlast Nessa, because I’m the fittest.”
Nessa smirking back, though it doesn’t match her eyes, glaring coolly, “Say what you will about Hermione, but she definitely makes magic happen in the ring. But, she doesn’t have a spell over me and in fact, she knows that I’m the brightest witch of them all. Does she deserve to be in the Hall of Fame? That’s a legit question but is she one of the best flyweights of this generation? I can shut that down right now and I plan to do so in the ring again here in a minute. But, in regards to the Hall of Fame, I was really honored to be part of all of that and there when she got in ahead of that cheap, chubby loser Lily….”
Speak of the devil as out of the crowd surges a furious Lily Collins, charging onto the beach to shove Nessa back against the turnbuckle. Trying to thump her fists into Nessa’s abs and Hudgens squealing in outrage, but eager to return the favor as the two of them take turns in the corner hammering away for a moment. The ref managing to separate the two of them - but not easily - as the two of them continue to scream at one another -
“No matter what happens, Lily, you’ll always be second place to Emma. I was there when you couldn’t get it done and Emma got in first. And since Emma is not in my league, where does that leave you? Third or lower, you jealous b*tch? You are gonna get owned by my abs if you ever step foot against me again, Collins….”
“You know who is the fittest flyweight, Nessa and it definitely isn’t you! You don’t deserve to be in the Hall of Fame and neither does Emma. I should’ve been there first and I hold YOU responsible, you cheating wench for keeping me from what is rightfully mine, like the AMD title!”
The two of them screech at each other, with the refs struggling to body Lily outside while other referees go to hold Nessa back before Emma comes over from behind, going to SHOVE Lily out of the ring as she screams down at her stablemate, “I DEFINITELY deserve to be in the Hall of Fame. I took you down to get there and I’ll take down Nessa today, so you’ll just have to watch, Collins, when I do what you can’t…”
The referees caught by surprise as they lose hold of Vanessa for a moment as she surges across the ring, going to tackle Emma back to the ropes but Watson ready for such an assault, shoving her up against the turnbuckle as the two of them start throwing punches. The ref can only separate them momentarily before the bell rings and the battle begins…
R1: Hot-tossing two-way as Hudgens elects to step inside and swap with former champ! Active, bobbing stances as girls dip underneath one another, dig up the body aggressively then form earmuff as the other girl has a go in kind. Fighter's jab as they step around, then it's back in with the tuff hook to breadbasket underneath; the chopping head punches in combination; the extra left hooks in batting succession to flank. Withering stuff taken well by both women...down the stretch, Watson finally separates when a flashy hook across the mouth startles Nessa just long enough for Emma to pump her tummy left/right. Hudgens gasps, clinches wincing, loses the round as a result.
R2: Hudgens took Watson's temperature inside last round: now Nessa's on her toes, bippin' and boppin' about outside, darting in with flashing fists, escaping to either side. Watson duck-and-covers as Hudgens's making her strafing runs...Kris pelted, then answering late, unable to counter the tempo early. Blistering stuff starts to overwhelm Watson mid-ring...she retreats to ropes, increasingly defensive as grinnin' Nessa Hudgens hops after her all springy and lithe. Hudgens prepping with the jab in Emma's guard, then tearing at her in flurries: wicked right hands taking Watson wide to leftside ribs; swift left/rights punching apart the guard; chopping rights penetrating, scoring on Emma's face. DIGGING left hooks up under right breast hurt Emma - Hudgens scooping at her blonde with the palm-up chop, bringing the mitt back quick to Nessa's chest on follow through. Watson shaken repeatedly - forced to bail - sliding along the ropes with a pained grimace as Hudgens walks her down. Nessa darting in and out, pouring on the hurt...Watson bobbing sadly, showing either earmuff or crossed-arms with back of right hand at left cheek/left hand tucked into right armpit, just weathering the storm. Late the round, it's all too much...Watson wearing down under the constant pelting rain...she bounces rump-off-ropes in earmuff, then drops to all fours, panting and shellshocked as Nessa spins away yelping with delight. 10-8 Hudgens - dancer sends iconic Brit to corner with a dazed, punished expression through 2.
R3: Both girls boppin' on their toes with some real back and forth action this round. Wide-ranging action circles the ring, bounces off the ropes as Hudgens scatters Watson. Emma looking frustrated - she's quick enough to disengage, but she can't shake pursuit: Hudgens cutting off the ring, batting away tic-tac-toe, then giving merry chase as Emma continues to battle back forcefully. It’s some real cat-and-mouse action, but Emma showing some ring savvy as round ends to the sight of Hudgens sitting in ropes, stooping forward in earmuff while Watson pumps tummy hup-hup-hup, pushing on Nessa's guard to reset. Watson just grinning, working Hudgens over, then hopping away all youthful exuberance while Nessa slumps grumpy in ropes at break.
R4: Vanessa comes out firing in the fourth - her legs dictating position, fists busy about the body of her foe, chopping hooks and right hands behind either protective elbow. Nessa edging in with left shoulder, bumping into Emma's guard while pivoting counterclockwise - she's turning Emma, then strapping hooks thick to waistline. Watson trying to counter-pounce and engage midring, but it's not working: Hudgens too agile - dancing back from pressure, then darting in - rapid-fire batting combinations dousing Watson, forcing her to cover up. Vanessa using the jab when she's pivoting off Emma, just keeping Watson covered up - then it's in with the power - Hudgens pouncing, getting off robust shots. Watson defending well in spots, getting lit up in others...she's busting up, looking discouraged, getting outboxed through 4. Hudgens full of sass after the round - hands on hips, cocking head to one side, beaming, “Wanna just taste my tummy now, Hermione?”
R5: Watson changes tactics, trailing a broken wing to lure Vanessa to ropes...Hudgens happily obliges, hopping-to to administer finishing touches. It's an act...Watson comes alive in the pocket, fighting bitterly off the ropes, catching Hudgens again and again with little whirling counter-flurries, then covering up on either side. Nessa sputtering, getting pasted - she's pot-committed, but encountering blistering resistance. Watson snarling, punching savagely when she gets off...midway through she slashes a right uppercut to Nessa's chin; hooks Nessa's chin and SITS Nessa DOWN! Hudgens on buns-and-elbows, staring bleakly up in wonder as Watson's seething down...Emma turns the tide with trademark handspeed, finally getting into her foe's legs.
R6: Nessa bouncing on her toes, making a series of false-charges, then circling to her left, turning Watson midring. Emma wary, dukes up, but measuring Nessa with extended lefts. Watson wants to time her girl for a chopping overhand right. Hudgens dealing the odd straight right hand lead while she's wheeling clockwise, popping Emma in the mouth: Watson triggering her overhand right a shade late in response. Minute mark - Hudgens steps in, ducks under Watson's right, straightens up into the world's shortest left hook - basically jumping into Emma Watson's chin. DOWN GOES WATSON! Emma taking 100% of Nessa across her face - head swiveling violently as legs stiffen, butt goes back, sending Watson crashing to her back, hands up above her head. It's over: Emma Watson out cold here on the sand, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering like hummingbird's wings. KO6 Vanessa Hudgens.
AFTER: Nessa takes a moment to bellow with excitement, jumping in the air as she pumps one fist into the air and the other patting her triumphant tummy as she beams, shouting out “TOLD YOU!!” to nobody in particular, though many suspect is it is either towards a dazed Emma Watson, a seething Lily Collins in the crowd or both. It could certainly be towards her recent flyweight rival Avril Lavigne or any number of other flyweight rivals, such as Michelle Williams, but Vanessa doesn’t take the time to clarify - either presently or in the press conference - merely stating that she was speaking to the ‘haters’ out there. Given Vanessa’s success and penchant for post-fight humiliation, the suspects are no doubt endless.
At the moment, it’s clear though who is the focus of Nessa’s attention as she goes to drag a semi-conscious Emma Watson towards the turnbuckle. Shoving her up against the turnbuckle as she hisses, “You seem to think that just because we’re all in the Hall of Fame, that we’re all on the same level. But we’re not. Just because you manage to share that same title, doesn’t mean that you’re in my league.” Once again, it’s YOU tasting MY tummy, so why don’t you wipe your Hall of Fame tears on my abs…” Again, this could be directed towards anybody, but her gaze is focused on Watson at the moment, drawing her foe’s focus towards her own glistening abs. An outraged Collins is trying to make her way into the ring, but a wall of referees is there to prevent any post-match assault, despite numerous determined attempts.
To the soundtrack of a furious Collins, muffled moans from Emma and a self-satisfied smirk from Hudgens, Hudgens goes to scrub her abs back and forth with unrestrained fury. Slapping and grinding her tummy down as Emma is sniffling, though it is unclear on whether there is outright crying as Hudgens suggested, given how little of her face can be seen under Nessa’s tummy. Emma, although still recovering from the knockout, struggles valiantly, shoving at Nessa’s hips and abs. Occasionally pawing at her tummy or hugging around her waist, but Nessa remains perched with her tummy pressed tightly down until Emma’s struggles slow down. Making sure she isn’t all the way out as Vanessa goes to hop off to deliver a stunning SLAP across a shocked Emma’s face to send her sprawling to the sand and with her other hand, an extended middle finger towards Lily Collins. Sauntering out of the ring now - still the AMD champion - she continues to stare down Lily as she pumps a double bicep flex and thrusts out her victorious abs, slick with the sweat of a victorious match, plus the tears and saliva of another defeated rival as Vanessa’s reign continues - for now.
Nessa goes to strut out, patting her triumphant tummy as her eyes light up mischievously as she coos out in a voice dripping with condescension “Poor child. I hope she gets better.”, as that line draws a loud cheer from a certain redhead in the audience and a shocked look from Emma as things are far from over between them.