Vanessa Hudgens vs Michelle Williams XVI (Flyweight Title)
Oct 27, 2023 22:50:25 GMT -6
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Michelle WIlliams versus Vanessa Hudgens (Flyweight Title)
(Words: Front Street/HISC/Lookout! / Results: Lookout!)
Tonight, there shouldn’t be any hype needed to build up what will best be described as a war between two of the best flyweights to ever step foot into the Female Celebrity Boxing Association and this will undoubtedly be a pivotal moment in their rivalry, which has been ongoing since 2011. On February 20th, 2011 - just a few days after Valentine’s Day - Vanessa Hudgens, in just her 16th bout in the league, broke Michelle’s Heart by pulling off one of the biggest upsets in the history of the league. Less than two months later, she would do it again, on April 1st of that year and this time for the flyweight title.
Speaking of flyweight titles, these two have held the flyweight title an astounding sixteen (16) times between the two of them, though Michelle holds the clear edge in that category with ten (10) title reigns to Vanessa’s six (6). Vanessa hopes to meet or surpass that someday, but for now, she needs to retain the title against her rival. A goal she’s always tried since that fateful first title triumph in 2011.
After that, Michelle won the next two (2) bouts between them to tie things up and this only showed just how evenly matched that the two of them are. The two of them continued to compete over the next few years, with a total of seven (7) matches and culminating in one of the most epic bouts the league has seen on January 30, 2015. After fifteen (15) rounds and a short press conference later, Michelle Williams had retired. To many observers, it seems like that would be the end of the story.
But, as fans know, it’s almost impossible to keep Michelle Williams down. In 2016, Michelle came back to defeat Vanessa Hudgens in a new ‘debut’ to regain her position back in the league in a twelve round stunner. The flames of that rivalry burned even brighter as the two of them continued to war, both in and out of the ring. The two of them have competed in numerous apartment house wrestling (AHW) and catfight scenarios, each taking the opportunity to humiliate each other at every opportunity.
Michelle certainly knew how to get into Vanessa’s head with a bout to determine where her Hall of Fame trophy was placed in 2019, which you can find in a bathroom stall from most recent reports or stopping a promising flyweight title run in 2019 for her most recent title reign. Vanessa was certainly eager to return the favor whenever possible as the two of them traded wins. Meanwhile, the humiliation and hatred certainly escalated. The two of them were among the evenly matched, with their matches frequently ending in the tenth round or going into overtime. In fact, there are only two of their matches that ended before the final round and guess what? Those both ended in the 9th.
Surprisingly, Michelle is ahead in the rivalry 8-7 at the moment. Tonight, can Michelle Williams extend her lead or can Vanessa Hudgens tie it up? The fact that they are competing over the same number of matches that they have held flyweight titles is yet another special statistic between the two. After sixteen (16) matches between them personally and 398 matches altogether, this is the official 250th match for one Michelle Ingrid Williams. One of her biggest ever and as many Mishy fans know, she shines best on the biggest stage. But, so does Vanessa. For the two of them, it doesn’t get more epic than this and if you’re a fan of the FCBA, these are the moments you look forward to.
As the two of them come to the press conference, you can feel the hatred radiating off of them and even if you weren’t familiar with their history, it wouldn’t take long to figure out that these two would never be friends. While there might be a foundation of respect given their longstanding rivalry, tonight would have the two of them working to stake a definitive claim of who would be the Conqueror? Blonde or Brunette? A-List Actress or Disney Diva? Michelle WIlliams or Vanessa Hudgens? Tonight, will be one of the biggest matches in the history of their rivalry and there will be fireworks. Not just metaphorically, but also literally as fireworks herald the arrival of both fighters for the press conference - lighting up the sky and illuminating the two of them as they face off with the assembled press clamoring around them.
Nose to nose, face to face, chest to chest, tummy to tummy and body to body, the two of them struggle to push each other back, eyes narrowing in frustration and enmity as the two of them can’t stop competing the moment they get close. Referees hired especially for this press event try to keep them apart, but it’s futile as the two of them won’t quit until they want to. It takes far too long for them to want to, but the press is eating it up and capturing every moment. They don’t even bother to shout questions, just snapping pictures as as the two of them shove against one another. Each of them willing the other to break or blink first, before the two of them pushed off against one another as if by unspoken, mutual decision as they both flipped each other off in a catty display. This led to the two of them lunging towards one another, exchanging a few curses and slaps, before they were brought to their respective seating arrangements with a wall of referees between them. But, as fans know, that won’t stop the two of them if things devolve into chaos between them and odds are very high that it will. But, who would want anything else?
Being the woman with the belts, Vanessa remains in the catbird seat, getting the chance to speak last and rebut any heresy against her by trashy Mishy.
As a couple Lookout! hired hands hold back the fury of the titleholder, the blonde veteran/ Hall of Famer chuckles softly at the sight of her livid dark-haired enemy.
“I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating,” Williams continues. “Thank you, Dove. I wouldn’t have this opportunity if not for you. Time’s running awfully short to climb to the top of the mountain one more time and you placed me on the summit’s edge. I hope my guidance in your climb to the top has been just as important.
“When Nessa eats the canvas then spills her tears on my tummy after the ten-count and sucks them up with her sniffles, having the belts one final time will be monumental, but it won’t hold a candle to being proclaimed the best ever by anyone’s whose opinion matters. After over twenty years of hard work, it will be settled.”
“Tell them the truth, Nessa. Tell them what I’m going to do to you during and after the match.”
“The fact is, Mishy, you can’t handle the truth…” Nessa declares loudly, pounding her fist against the podium with a little smirk, drawing some laughs from the audience before her eyes narrow as she hisses coolly, “Just like you can’t handle me. I’ve been beating you since my career began and people have never stopped comparing us since. But, I do want to make it clear to address one criticism that has come up throughout this criticism and that’s the fact that Mishy is somehow being selfish. She isn’t. Dove is being generous - she knows she would get her ass beat and is more than happy to share that with Mishy instead.”
“Plus, let me also make it abundantly clear, that Mishy has been one of the best throughout her entire career, which is why I’ve always made it a point to seek her out early and often throughout MY career. There is zero question in my mind that Mishy has earned this title opportunity and no question at all that I’m going to walk out of there as the fittest, as the champion and most important to me, as the Conqueror of Mishy. Out of all the titles I’ve held and will continue to hold, that one is the most important to me.”
Vanessa leans back in her chair, looking over at Michelle as she beams, “Mishy, I know you’ve watched Jurassic Park. To be honest, I’ve watched them all. One of my favorite things about the whole series is the T-rex, who everybody knows was an apex predator. One of the most fearsome predators to ever walk the earth and honestly, unrivaled in many ways. In several of the movies, they tried to supplant the T-rex. Introduce other dinosaurs that would take its place, but none of them proved quite as resilient, none of them captured the world’s imagination and none of them kept coming back. Those movies almost all feature the T-Rex and it’s hard to imagine the Jurassic Park series without the old girl.”
One intrepid reporter dares to interrupt Nessa, shouting out from BLONDE! Magazine as Vanessa rolls her eyes, listening patiently as the reporter inquires, “Currently, Michelle Williams is currently ahead in your personal rivalry, do you really think you can tie it up tonight?”
Vanessa laughs, sticking out her tongue, “Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve been saying? There have been a lot of really tough rivals for me over the years and each of them deserve a lot of credit for getting me to where I am today, despite their best efforts to derail me. None of them have pushed me as hard as Mishy, humiliated me as much, made me question my greatness or made me work quite so hard to prove myself. Mishy has set a damn high - almost impossibly high - standard in the FCBA. But, by now, I think I’ve proven that I’m better than her. That I am the best this league has ever seen in the flyweight division and if I need to do it one more time tonight, then I’ll prove it again. I’ve conquered Mishy before and I know she’s done the same to me. But, there is no way it’s happening tonight. I’ve sitting on top of the division as the fittest and toughest - the flyweight and AMD champion. I know I’ve got lots of jealous rivals waiting in the wings, but all of them will be waiting until after I break Mishy’s spirit tonight.”
Vanessa walks over to Mishy, sitting on the table next to her, looking down at her with a Cheshire cat grin as she purrs, “I can’t imagine how hard it was to probably beg Dove for the opportunity, to step aside so that you could have another shot at me. Another chance to reach those heights where you have given me nightmares, but that’s not going to happen tonight. I’m going to beat you. I’m going to beat your ass. I’m going to knock you out. I’m going to embarrass the f*ck out of you. I’m going to walk out of here with the belts and with your pride. I’m going to walk out of here the Conqueror and as you listen to people chanting MY name, you’re going to know who is the best.”
Mishy is positively fuming, arms crossing over her chest as she glares up at her rival, who is towering over her in a seated position as Vanessa snickers, “That’s what’s going to happen during the match. That’s what’s going to happen after the match. But, after that, you’re going to have to just live with the fact that I’m the best. That, after your impressive career, there was somebody better. You’re going to have to decide what to do with that, but just like the dinosaurs, you’re about to have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” as Vanessa flips her off her foe right to her face. Audience and assembled reporters gasping as Mishy gets to her feet, with Ms. Williams not about to tolerate another word from her impudent rival.
BEFORE:
There's virtually nothing left to say about this one, except that you could make a very strong argument that Michelle Williams vs. Vanessa Hudgens is the very best rivalry in the history of the FCBA. It has everything. Length. Hatred. High stakes. And, oh, yes, some of the greatest fights in the history of the FCBA. Will tonight be any different? Well. If you listen to the competitors...
"I know JUST how to get Vanessa," the blonde challenger says with a smile. "After all, I've done it often enough before. And, how delicious will it be when I take her title from her? Almost as great as having her Hall of Fame bust placed in the ladies' room!"
"I retired this bytch ONCE," says a hard-eyed 'Nessa. "But, she's like a weed. She keeps growing back. Well, tonight, I'm going to plow SALT into the worn-out earth that IS Michelle Williams and make sure she NEVER grows back again!"
On the other hand, you have Vanessa in all white. One could pretend that it would be a coincidence, but in this rivalry, there is no such thing. It’s clear Vanessa is eager to look the hero and angelic opposed to who she perceives as the villain in the story. Vanessa takes a moment to blow kisses, wave and positively skip towards the ring.
Of course, Vanessa’s attire and attitude doesn’t extend to the very un-Disney like or what you might expect from an A-Lister taunts exchanged between the two as the ref steps forward in a bid to restore order. The ref requests a clean fight, but knows that he’ll take what he can get as he steps away and rings the bell to begin the war between the two of them….
ROUND ONE:
There aren't going to be a lot of surprises tonight, considering not just how many times these two have fought, but how many ROUNDS they've competed against one another. There's not much either can do that the other hasn't already seen. So, the first goes according to Hoyle. It's 'Nessa doing that jab-and-circle routine while Mishy looks to get her to heel so that the blonde can get her box on. And, of course, this one is going to be about who can get the terms she wants. In the first? It's the champion. She's mostly in open ocean, able to dictate with the jab and those great feet. Williams has moments, but they are too few and too far between. At the bell, it's 'Nessa wide and with the 10-9 lead.
ROUND TWO:
Two-way stuff this time, as Mishy gets in gear. She's getting the ring cut, forcing 'Nessa to box with her. And, it's not that Hudgens isn't plenty good at this. It's that Michelle is SO good at this. Remember, this is the girl who pitched ten-round shutouts doing exactly this kind of stuff, out-slicking and out-smarting opponent after opponent. And, that's what she's doing now...to a point. Because, Hudgens is, again, plenty good at this. The brunette may not be QUITE holding her own, but she's more than competitive on Williams' terms, at least in this frame. And, so it is that, when the bell rings, it's close. But, it IS Mishy and we're even at 19 after two.
ROUND THREE:
Third starts like the second ended, ladies mostly boxing at range, as Williams uses the footwork to keep Hudgens mostly contained. And, once again, 'Nessa pretty much holding her ow...BOOM! SCINTILLATING COMBINATION, MISHY and Hudgens is HURT! 'Nessa's knees give a SHIMMY and she nearly goes down. And Williams POUNCES like a hungry Lioness, emptying the magazines as she sends a wobbly Hudgens stumbling into the ropes. Vanessa's got the guard high, putting those abs on sale. Michelle? Buying. In. Bulk! She's PUNISHING her rival to abs and ribs, then going upstairs to hammer away as the ref, on a hair trigger, looks on. It's grim stuff for the champion, but, somehow, some way, she hangs on to the bell. Michelle's got the round wide, though, and Williams has the 29-28 lead.
ROUND FOUR:
Mishy rampant. The challenger is ALL OVER the champion from the opening bell. 'Nessa's wobbly, and, without those great legs under her, easy prey for the blonde. Williams plays this sound, and she plays it smart. She's setting up punches, working the head, hands, and feet, but she DOES have the pedal to the metal as she looks to finish things. For her part, 'Nessa's all defense, jabbing back here and there, trying to stay off the ropes. Eventually, she gets pinned there, but Mishy isn't falling for the fire sale on the body THIS time. She's all in to finish. She can't get it done, though. The champion hangs on to the bell. When it rings, Williams has pitched a shutout and pulled into a 39-37 lead.
ROUND FIVE:
Mishy in control early, taking the fight to 'Nessa, forcing her backward as she has for the last couple of rounds. But. About a minute in, Hudgens' legs begin to firm up and the brunette starts banging back. For a brief moment, we have quite the firefight, but, soon enough, Williams stops forcing the issue and gets back to boxing. The champion, however, has a different idea. She's coming forward behind the jab, backing up the surprised blonde. With her rival on the back foot, Hudgens slowly makes up the stagger, then begins to pull into the lead late. Final seconds see Williams backed to the ropes and covering up, as a 'Nessa curve ball claims her the round close and pulls her to within a point, 48-47, at the half.
ROUND SIX:
BOOM! Boom? BOOM! 'Nessa stepping to right off the bell, SNAPS Mishy's head back with a sharp left jab and then ROCKS her with a follow on right, and that quickly, Michelle is STEPPIN' IN FENCE POST HOLES! Champion now the one all in, determined to finish off her hated rival right here and right now. She's tossing everything she can find at the reeling blonde. Mishy's soon trapped on the cables and selling that body just as cheap as 'Nessa did. And, while Hudgens buys a bit, she's not going to be distracted from her ultimate goal of trying to get the stoppage. Despite her best efforts, however, the champ can't get it done. At the bell, the challenger is still standing. 'Nessa, though, has pitched the shutout and evened things at 57.
ROUND SEVEN:
'Nessa coming forward. She's backing up the blonde effectively, working soundly. It's the left jab, followed by solid right hands. It's excellent, quick, accurate combinations. It's BOOM! A right hand and DOWN GOES MICHELLE! Hudgens does a little DANCE before heading back to a neutral corner with her rival sprawled on her back after a NASTY right cross. Michelle, eyes closed, looking down and out as the ref counts. But. Somehow, she rolls to hands and knees at seven and pushes to her feet at nine. Ref thinks long and hard about it while giving her the mandatory, but he waves on 'Nessa. Hudgens calling in artillery from everywhere as she pins Mishy to the cables again and LETS HER HAVE IT. No idea what's holding Williams up, but something does. When the bell rings, she's still standing, but she's a smoldering wreck. She's also trailing 67-65 with just three to go.
ROUND EIGHT:
Hudgens forward, but the work rate has slowed considerably. Brunette has used a TON of energy in the last three rounds, and it shows. She's looking arm-weary, and, while she's still piling up points, the lesser punch volume is giving MIshy some desperately needed time. About mid-round, things begin to turn. The legs come back for Williams and she's able to get the space she wants and get her box on. 'Nessa's getting beaten to punches and forced onto the defensive as Williams slowly begins to take control of the proceedings. By the final thirty seconds, Michelle's getting much the better of things. Unfortunately for the blonde, she can't quite make up the stagger. At the bell, Hudgens has taken the round very, very narrowly, and extended her lead to 77-74 with just two rounds left.
ROUND NINE:
Two way stuff to begin the ninth. Williams has shaken the damage and Hudgens, while still not back to the work rate we saw, is punching more and with more snap. So, we're back to working for terms. 'Nessa still has plenty of leg, even in the ninth, so the blonde is having to work hard to bring her to battle. But, when MIshy manages it, she gets plenty of work done, putting together punches, hooking some body here and there, offsetting what 'Nessa can do on the move. Points still in doubt into the final 30 seconds, when Michelle takes over, backing the brunette up with a series of hard flurries to the head that leaves Hudgens trapped on the ropes at the bell. When it rings, Williams has the points, but still trails 86-84 with one round to go.
ROUND TEN;
Hudgens corner confident of the cards and lets 'Nessa know she can leg this one out. But, Williams has a different idea. With nothing to lose, she turns the aggression up to eleven, coming forward behind the jab, damning any and all torpedoes, getting AFTER the brunette in a big way. Hudgens plays defense, gives ground and BOOM! TAKES A NASTY RIGHT HAND! 'Nessa RUMBLIN', STUMBLIN' FUMBLIN' and DOWN SHE GOES after a three-punch combination from the blonde! Mishy to a neutral corner. 'Nessa sputtering on the canvas, somehow manages to get to her feet at nine. Ref thinks about it while giving her the mandatory, then waves on WIlliams. Michelle winging away with everything she has trying to end this thing. Champion on the ropes and taking as the ref looks in...but, the brunette holds on to the bell. When it rings, Mishy has the round 10-8. The cards are checked...and the announcement is made. 94-94. We're going OVERTIME!
ROUND ELEVEN:
'Nessa looking unsteady and Michelle about all in. She used up almost all the reserves in that tenth round, and it's showing now. She's slow, labored as she tries to take the fight to the wobbly brunette. For about a minute, despite the low work rate, the blonde has the advantage, but then the champion's legs come around...as much as they're going to in round eleven, as she's able to move, get off square, get some offense going. Things are pretty even in the middle minute, but, in the final sixty seconds, Hudgens gets the better of things, beating Mishy to spots and punches, closing the stagger and pulling slightly ahead by the bell. When it rings, the scorecards are raised. Hudgens, 10-9. 'Nessa leads 104-103 and can win it with a victory in round twelve.
ROUND TWELVE:
Ladies just about on fumes now. Fumes and will with a big dash of hatred. It's not about the title in the twelfth, if it ever was. It's about, once again, brining your arch rival to heel, punishing her, humiliating her, proving she's lesser. But, all that will can't make what happens pretty. It's basically educated slop, with both blonde and brunette throwing whatever they can muster at one another and hoping something sticks. For the second round in a row, it's very close, but, this time, it's close throughout, with neither champion nor challenger able to gain any kind of edge. When the bell rings, both fighters look nervously to the cards. They read 10-9, Williams. It's 113-113 and we're going to the thirteenth round.
ROUND THIRTEEN:
More of the same. Neither fighter has much of anything left, but both are determined to find something else in the tank and defeat the other. There's a ton of PAWING going on now, as most of the punches thrown don't have a lot behind them. On occasion, something solid lands, but those shots are rare, indeed. Still, blonde and brunette refuse to yield, either to one another or to exhaustion. And, then it happens. It's part knockdown, part collapse. Mishy steps forward into a short right hook and spills to her knees past 'Nessa's left shoulder. She pounds the canvas in frustration as the referee counts, tries to rise at seven, but her legs won't hold her. She falls back to her knees and remains there as the count passes her by. It's OVER! And your winner by KO13 and STILL Unified Flyweight Champion is Vanessa Hudgens!
AFTER:
For a moment, there is unbelievable silence after Mishy is unable to make it back to her feet and Vanessa is declared the winner of this marathon match. But, then it’s punctuated by a loud, feral scream of pride and jubiliation from Hudgens as she pumps one fist into the air and almost collapses back against the turnbuckle with her other hand over her face. Right now, she is struggling to keep her emotions in check as she takes a deep breathe, chest rising and falling, knowing she can’t cry yet. There may be time for tears later, but she needs to take this moment to teach Williams a long-overdue lesson as she removes her gloves - tossing them to the side. With the silence broken, the crowd starts to cheer loudly for both competitors after getting to witness a true war between two of the best flyweights to ever step foot into the ring.
It’s the same for Michelle, who also will not get the opportunity to cry just yet as she knows she gave it all her all this particular contest and ended up coming up short - again - against her biggest rival. Struggling to pull herself up against the ropes to rise off of her knees, but still struggling, even after the conclusion of the contest as Nessa is more than happy to help her out.
Nessa takes a moment to shove her foe up against the turnbuckle with one hand tugging at her foe’s blonde tresses as the other hand goes to press against her foe’s throat. Digging her fingers in tightly as she forces Michelle to gaze up at her, with Vanessa snarling down in barely-contained fury.
“You, Mishy, are going to pay tonight. You’re going to pay for every humiliation you’ve put me through, every sleepless night I’ve encountered, every time I’ve suffered at your hands or tummy and for every moment you’ve made me ever compare myself to you.”
Mishy goes to respond with her own eyes narrowed, but Vanessa slides her hand out of those blonde tresses and places a finger across her lips as she draws her lips up in a cruel smirk, “Hush, Mishy. Don’t worry - it’s your turn to wonder whether your body stacks up to mine. Let me take a few moments to show you here - it doesn’t.”
With that, Vanessa took both hands and balled them up into fists. Before Mishy could respond, Nessa suddenly shot her fists forward to start hammering at Mishy’s cleavage, with those twist-ties threatening to break free from each shot. Fists burying into her breasts, over and over, stomping her foot at times as she works herself into a lather. Buns bouncing as those biceps of hers keep shooting out, fist pounding on Mishy’s jugs with reckless abandon as she hisses, “Those have put me out so many times - but not tonight - I’m going to take them out.” But, just as the twist-tie threatens to snap, along with Mishy’s pride, Vanessa purrs as she snickers. Palms sliding forward as she cups her foe’s chest possessively, giving them a squeeze as she leans forward to whisper into her foe’s ear, “All mine, Mishy.” before she pulls her foe forward by her jugs right into a knee that thumps up into her equally proud abs.
Mishy, already breathless from the jug-mugging, doubles over from the sudden thigh driving up into her abs and as she slumps forward, Nessa takes both hands to press up against her shoulders. Shoving her back up against the turnbuckle as she goes to hop up onto the second ropes as the crowd cheers loudly as Vanessa’s tummy goes to slide forward. Scrubbing back and forth, over and over, tummying up on her rival in a dominant display as she lets her slick, taut abs press repeatedly, Gliding back and forth in a circle 8, then sliding repeatedly in a bit of a frenzy and then slapping her taut abs forward confidently to batter Mishy’s face and confidence with her belly. It’s a tummying-up for the ages as Mishy can’t look away, not with Nessa’s hair buried in her hair to pull her face up into her taut tummy. Finally, Vanessa slides backwards as she grins, “All mine, Mishy”, reaching down to give Mishy’s tummy a firm pat.
Tugging at Mishy’s hair as she goes to pull her forward with one hand curled into her tresses and the other hand giving a little claw against her abs. Mauling at Mishy’s tummy as she squeals out in pain, aiming to reach up for Vanessa’s wrist right before Vanessa tugs her forward into her jugs. Mishy’s face disappearing into Hudgens’ globes as she goes to wrap both biceps around her head, listening to her foe’s muffled curses and shouts as she draws Mishy in deeply. Apparently taking some lessons on JMD-smothering from Kate Upton as she snarls into Williams’ ear, “All mine, Mishy.” as she cinches on the smother even tighter. Listening to her moan muffled, gasping breathless into her cleavage and her knees quivering as she goes to shove her down to her knees. Then, towards her back as Mishy sprawls across the canvas, gazing up at the ceiling as the refs consider intervening, but a look from Vanessa sends them retreating.
Vanessa smirks as she goes to suddenly saunter around Michelle, positioning herself over Mishy’s head as she goes to settle down firmly across Mishy’s face with her proud derriere. Nessa’s thighs framing her foe’s face on either side to leave it upturned for Nessa’s butt as it bounces down a few times, before getting firmly settle for a face-sit. Vanessa looks out into the crowd as she can see a few other concerned parties - such as Natalie Portman or Dove Cameron - eager to stop Vanessa from what she’s doing to Michelle right now. Vanessa can see other rivals wanting to try to put a stop to her moment as she spots girls like Camila Mendes, Lily Collins, Jessica Lowndes, Avril Lavigne, Hayden Panettiere or even Brec Bassinger staring in - but none of them dare interfere right now. They sense something is in the air right now as Vanessa raises her fists up into the air, interlocking them together like a hammer before she brings them down onto Mishy’s abs and blows all of her rivals a kiss. Sitting atop Mishy’s face like a throne as she pounds her fists together with loud thumping blows across Mishy’s tummy as her whole body jerks. Any air that escapes past her lips blows into Vanessa’s taut tush as Vanessa purrs with satisfaction, grinding her glutes downwards as she SITS down firmly to make sure Mishy isn’t going anywhere.
Not until Vanessa says so as she finally peels her posterior upwards, winking down at Mishy with both hands tugging at her tresses as she goes to rotate her rival over onto her knees. One hand pulling her forward with her butt upraised into the air while her other hand crashes down, palm smacking down for a hard swat across her ass repeatedly. Over and over as Mishy, breathless from the face-sit, howls out as best she can with each spank across her butt cheeks. Alternating both butt cheeks as Nessa plays them like bongos - clapping her palm loudly as the crowd watches in shock. Palm spanking over and over as Nessa goes to maneuver behind her with a chuckle. Reaching forward as she goes to squeeze Mishy’s butt confidently with both hands and then leans forward, nibbling on Michelle’s ear, “All mine, Mishy.”
The repeated proclamations clearly having an effect on Mishy, but it’s also clear Vanessa isn’t done quite yet. Vanessa raises to her feet over Michelle as she goes to tower over her foe. One hand buried in Williams’ hair and the other goes to cup her chin, forcing Mishy to gaze up at her as Vanessa is positively beaming at this point.
“So, who has the better jugs, Mishy?” Vanessa demands, eyes flickering down confidently.
Mishy bites her bottom lip, eyes flickering with confusion, barely coherent from the match itself, the tummying, the spanking, the smotherings and the combination of them all as she shakes her head. Still maintaining some semblance of pride as she tries to rise, but Vanessa sends a vicious slap across her face to send her back down to her knees.
Another hard slap, then another. While Mishy doesn’t make a sound at first, the sound of the slaps crack against her check echo through the arena, until finally a loud, angry howl escapes Mishy’s lips, “You do.”
Vanessa purrs, “That’s right I do and now that you’re ready to finally tell the truth, let’s get this all cleared up. Who has the better ass?”
Mishy looks down at the canvas for a moment before Vanessa goes to tug her foe’s face upwards to look up at her to watch the shock in her face as Williams moans out, “You do.”
“Who has the better tummy?” Vanessa requests coolly, drawing her face forward towards her tummy to get a good look.
You do.” Mishy responds softly, blinking back tears.
“Who is tougher?”
“You are.”
“Who is fitter?”
“You are.”
On and on in that vein, until…
“Who is the best flyweight the division has ever seen?” Vanessa demands angrily.
Mishy’s eyes flash, looking like she’s about to respond as she snarls, but an upraised palm from Vanessa brings another dejected admission as she moans out, “You are.”
Bringing both hands forward to stroke through Mishy’s tresses, then pulling her face forward closer to Vanessa’s tummy as she sees the sweaty, slick tummy sliding forward close to Williams’ features.
“And who is the Conqueror of Mishy?” Vanessa says with a hiss.
Mishy can barely bring herself to stay upright, groaning out as she looks down on the canvas. Chest rising and falling, trying to take a deep breathe as it’s her turn to struggle to control her emotions as Vanessa doesn’t tug at her hair. Vanessa doesn’t force her to look upwards or pull her upwards, knowing that what happens next has to be from Michelle.
After a few minutes, the crowd watching in shock after Vanessa demands a microphone. Amplifying the tearful admission from Michelle Williams as she manages to sob out in a soft whisper, “You are, Vanessa. You are the Conqueror of Mishy.”
Vanessa beams confidently, lips spreading into a broad smile, gazing out into the crowd for a moment as she soaks in this moment. The two of them traded that admission before over the years, but it feels spectacular here to hear it from her rival as Vanessa smirks down, “Go ahead now that we both know who is the Conqueror is, it’s time for you to acknowledge it. Right here. Right now.” as she draws Mishy’s face forward, just millimeters from her tight abs.
“Kiss. My. Abs.”
And in front of a sellout crowd, in front of her stablemates, in front of her protege, in front of the assembled flyweight division, including so many rivals from over the years for both fighters - Mishy does. Rising slightly from her knees, she pucker up her lips, trembling and with a soft sob, she goes to brush those lips across Nessa’s tummy. Tasting sweat, tasting the own salt from her tears, tasting Nessa’s abs and tasting defeat here tonight, Mishy submits here tonight to her Conqueror for the moment. But, no matter how long it lasts, what a moment it is.
Vanessa gazes out into the crowd, locking eyes with so many different rivals as she revels in the destruction of Mishy tonight. Listening to the crowd as they are chanting her name, anointing her as the best - sitting confidently at the summit of both the AMD and flyweight division - then daring anybody to come try to take what’s hers. Holding Mishy’s face deeply into her abs for a moment as she is handed the flyweight title by the referee. Clutching it across her cleavage for a moment as she closes her eyes for a moment, but when she opens them up again, she raises her flyweight title up into the air. Eyes filled with confidence and clear about her future as she reaches down to lock eyes with the one person who has tormented her the most over the years. Locking eyes with the one and only Michelle Anne Williams as she pats her foe’s head and purrs down, “All mine, Mishy.”
And with that, she walks away. Leaving Mishy kneeling there as she breaks down into sobs, Vanessa smiles in supreme satisfaction as she doesn’t walk down the ramp. Instead, she walks through the flyweights assembled around the ring as she dares any of them to stop her as she takes Michelle’s pride and the flyweight title out of the ring with her. Patting her triumphant abs with one hand as she flicks her head to the side, ponytail whipping back and forth to slap a few of her rivals in the face as they part to the side. Not one of them dared to retaliate as they all stepped out of the way for the untouchable - the fittest flyweight - the champion - Vanessa Hudgens as Vanessa left her rival in the middle of the ring.
Conquered. By the Best.
(Words: Front Street/HISC/Lookout! / Results: Lookout!)
Tonight, there shouldn’t be any hype needed to build up what will best be described as a war between two of the best flyweights to ever step foot into the Female Celebrity Boxing Association and this will undoubtedly be a pivotal moment in their rivalry, which has been ongoing since 2011. On February 20th, 2011 - just a few days after Valentine’s Day - Vanessa Hudgens, in just her 16th bout in the league, broke Michelle’s Heart by pulling off one of the biggest upsets in the history of the league. Less than two months later, she would do it again, on April 1st of that year and this time for the flyweight title.
Speaking of flyweight titles, these two have held the flyweight title an astounding sixteen (16) times between the two of them, though Michelle holds the clear edge in that category with ten (10) title reigns to Vanessa’s six (6). Vanessa hopes to meet or surpass that someday, but for now, she needs to retain the title against her rival. A goal she’s always tried since that fateful first title triumph in 2011.
After that, Michelle won the next two (2) bouts between them to tie things up and this only showed just how evenly matched that the two of them are. The two of them continued to compete over the next few years, with a total of seven (7) matches and culminating in one of the most epic bouts the league has seen on January 30, 2015. After fifteen (15) rounds and a short press conference later, Michelle Williams had retired. To many observers, it seems like that would be the end of the story.
But, as fans know, it’s almost impossible to keep Michelle Williams down. In 2016, Michelle came back to defeat Vanessa Hudgens in a new ‘debut’ to regain her position back in the league in a twelve round stunner. The flames of that rivalry burned even brighter as the two of them continued to war, both in and out of the ring. The two of them have competed in numerous apartment house wrestling (AHW) and catfight scenarios, each taking the opportunity to humiliate each other at every opportunity.
Michelle certainly knew how to get into Vanessa’s head with a bout to determine where her Hall of Fame trophy was placed in 2019, which you can find in a bathroom stall from most recent reports or stopping a promising flyweight title run in 2019 for her most recent title reign. Vanessa was certainly eager to return the favor whenever possible as the two of them traded wins. Meanwhile, the humiliation and hatred certainly escalated. The two of them were among the evenly matched, with their matches frequently ending in the tenth round or going into overtime. In fact, there are only two of their matches that ended before the final round and guess what? Those both ended in the 9th.
Surprisingly, Michelle is ahead in the rivalry 8-7 at the moment. Tonight, can Michelle Williams extend her lead or can Vanessa Hudgens tie it up? The fact that they are competing over the same number of matches that they have held flyweight titles is yet another special statistic between the two. After sixteen (16) matches between them personally and 398 matches altogether, this is the official 250th match for one Michelle Ingrid Williams. One of her biggest ever and as many Mishy fans know, she shines best on the biggest stage. But, so does Vanessa. For the two of them, it doesn’t get more epic than this and if you’re a fan of the FCBA, these are the moments you look forward to.
As the two of them come to the press conference, you can feel the hatred radiating off of them and even if you weren’t familiar with their history, it wouldn’t take long to figure out that these two would never be friends. While there might be a foundation of respect given their longstanding rivalry, tonight would have the two of them working to stake a definitive claim of who would be the Conqueror? Blonde or Brunette? A-List Actress or Disney Diva? Michelle WIlliams or Vanessa Hudgens? Tonight, will be one of the biggest matches in the history of their rivalry and there will be fireworks. Not just metaphorically, but also literally as fireworks herald the arrival of both fighters for the press conference - lighting up the sky and illuminating the two of them as they face off with the assembled press clamoring around them.
Nose to nose, face to face, chest to chest, tummy to tummy and body to body, the two of them struggle to push each other back, eyes narrowing in frustration and enmity as the two of them can’t stop competing the moment they get close. Referees hired especially for this press event try to keep them apart, but it’s futile as the two of them won’t quit until they want to. It takes far too long for them to want to, but the press is eating it up and capturing every moment. They don’t even bother to shout questions, just snapping pictures as as the two of them shove against one another. Each of them willing the other to break or blink first, before the two of them pushed off against one another as if by unspoken, mutual decision as they both flipped each other off in a catty display. This led to the two of them lunging towards one another, exchanging a few curses and slaps, before they were brought to their respective seating arrangements with a wall of referees between them. But, as fans know, that won’t stop the two of them if things devolve into chaos between them and odds are very high that it will. But, who would want anything else?
Being the woman with the belts, Vanessa remains in the catbird seat, getting the chance to speak last and rebut any heresy against her by trashy Mishy.
The platinum blonde, in her classic black-and-yellow/gold two-piece gear, pushes to her feet and walks to the dais, her hazel eyes never leaving the smirking champion.
Reaching her destination, Michelle finally turns to the brimming crowd of reporters, clearing her throat.
“Let me start with something that absolutely needs to be said.”
Williams turns back to Nessa and flips her the bird.
“Thanks for coming everyone. And if Nessa can control of herself, we can get this done in a civilized fashion.”
A fuming Hudgens is guided back in her seat, staring daggers at her preternatural rival.
“To the haters and doubters, there’s too tough a job ahead of me to worry about whether you believe I deserve this shot. Whether you like it or not, conquering Vanessa is again in my grasp. With a win, I can leave her in the dust, take her gold, and end the argument who’s the best ever without the shadow of a doubt.
“The way to achieve that is both simple and complex. And it’s because Nessa is who she says she is…mostly. She’s one of the top flyweights of all time. She’s a physical specimen. She’s got passion and a nasty attitude. She’s dogged me from the start of her career through my glory days and into hers and beyond. She’s beaten me, humiliated me, retired me, provided an opening to return, and given me the favorite moments of my career with each time I’ve conquered her.
“But what she doesn’t have is the truth in calling herself the best. Nessa talks a big game because she knows I have the most important flyweight title you can have…best ever. That comes with more than the shine of gold faceplates. It comes with going down in the history books. And I’m writing the final chapter at the Pay-Per-View. History.
Mishy turns from the lights and cameras to her opponent.
“And when you’re conquered, vanquished, subjugated and you’re sobbing out your admission to all those hard truths, that’s what will mean the most. The woman who tried to make me second best and failed miserably will know she’s the runner-up. So get ready to live your life with that crushing regret, Nessa. Realizing it now will soften the blow when I pull you off the mat, stuff you in a corner and force them to put Heidi on so the Disney brats who still love you aren’t traumatized.”
Clearly pleased with herself, Williams turns to the assembled media.
“Questions.”
“What makes you so confident when your career numbers against each other are so close?”
“Because she’s fading. Yeah. That’s right. I’ve got almost ten years on her and SHE’S FADING. Who caught Nessa and passed her in the last years? Me. She’s slowing down before I am. And she doesn’t have a clutch bone in her body. Can she beat me when it counts the most? You all know the answer to that. Even she does.”
“But she’s the champ? You lost to Brec Bassinger, more than once?”
“I’m not here to talk about Brec. I’m here to provide a spoiler of what’s happening in the ring when the best and second-best get after it. And that’s me confirming myself as the greatest. Then I’ll roll over those bytches complaining about me getting the shot. Because that’s what I do. Getting conquered when the spotlight is the brightest is what Nessa does.
“Hell. Let’s get her up here and the World’s Fittest Loser can tell you herself.”
Mishy motions Vanessa toward the podium and Hudgens doesn’t have to be asked twice, bolting to attack the blonde. Michelle steps behind her burly seconds and points in the direction of the microphone.
“The fact is, Mishy, you can’t handle the truth…” Nessa declares loudly, pounding her fist against the podium with a little smirk, drawing some laughs from the audience before her eyes narrow as she hisses coolly, “Just like you can’t handle me. I’ve been beating you since my career began and people have never stopped comparing us since. But, I do want to make it clear to address one criticism that has come up throughout this criticism and that’s the fact that Mishy is somehow being selfish. She isn’t. Dove is being generous - she knows she would get her ass beat and is more than happy to share that with Mishy instead.”
“Plus, let me also make it abundantly clear, that Mishy has been one of the best throughout her entire career, which is why I’ve always made it a point to seek her out early and often throughout MY career. There is zero question in my mind that Mishy has earned this title opportunity and no question at all that I’m going to walk out of there as the fittest, as the champion and most important to me, as the Conqueror of Mishy. Out of all the titles I’ve held and will continue to hold, that one is the most important to me.”
Vanessa leans back in her chair, looking over at Michelle as she beams, “Mishy, I know you’ve watched Jurassic Park. To be honest, I’ve watched them all. One of my favorite things about the whole series is the T-rex, who everybody knows was an apex predator. One of the most fearsome predators to ever walk the earth and honestly, unrivaled in many ways. In several of the movies, they tried to supplant the T-rex. Introduce other dinosaurs that would take its place, but none of them proved quite as resilient, none of them captured the world’s imagination and none of them kept coming back. Those movies almost all feature the T-Rex and it’s hard to imagine the Jurassic Park series without the old girl.”
Vanessa pushes herself to her feet, walking across the stage as everybody is watching her now as the current champ is hitting her stride, “Same goes for the FCBA. While I absolutely hate Michelle, she has set the tone for the flyweight division for many, many years. But, it’s time for Mishy to bow out and honestly, as Kate Upton says so often, time to bow down. It’s going to be a new world, although it’s been one amazing time to watch the league when ‘dinosaurs ruled the earth’. But, consider me a comet as Mishy is going to be conquered. I’ve retired her once and I don’t see a reason why I won’t be able to do it again to really show her who is the best ever. When I’m done with Mishy, whether that’s tonight or in the future, she is going to be extinct. There won’t be any John f*cking Hammond to bring her back, no mosquito, no amber, no special tricks and no special chances - she is going to go out in a blaze of glory when I take her down and leave her as a crater.”
Vanessa laughs, sticking out her tongue, “Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve been saying? There have been a lot of really tough rivals for me over the years and each of them deserve a lot of credit for getting me to where I am today, despite their best efforts to derail me. None of them have pushed me as hard as Mishy, humiliated me as much, made me question my greatness or made me work quite so hard to prove myself. Mishy has set a damn high - almost impossibly high - standard in the FCBA. But, by now, I think I’ve proven that I’m better than her. That I am the best this league has ever seen in the flyweight division and if I need to do it one more time tonight, then I’ll prove it again. I’ve conquered Mishy before and I know she’s done the same to me. But, there is no way it’s happening tonight. I’ve sitting on top of the division as the fittest and toughest - the flyweight and AMD champion. I know I’ve got lots of jealous rivals waiting in the wings, but all of them will be waiting until after I break Mishy’s spirit tonight.”
Vanessa walks over to Mishy, sitting on the table next to her, looking down at her with a Cheshire cat grin as she purrs, “I can’t imagine how hard it was to probably beg Dove for the opportunity, to step aside so that you could have another shot at me. Another chance to reach those heights where you have given me nightmares, but that’s not going to happen tonight. I’m going to beat you. I’m going to beat your ass. I’m going to knock you out. I’m going to embarrass the f*ck out of you. I’m going to walk out of here with the belts and with your pride. I’m going to walk out of here the Conqueror and as you listen to people chanting MY name, you’re going to know who is the best.”
Mishy is positively fuming, arms crossing over her chest as she glares up at her rival, who is towering over her in a seated position as Vanessa snickers, “That’s what’s going to happen during the match. That’s what’s going to happen after the match. But, after that, you’re going to have to just live with the fact that I’m the best. That, after your impressive career, there was somebody better. You’re going to have to decide what to do with that, but just like the dinosaurs, you’re about to have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” as Vanessa flips her off her foe right to her face. Audience and assembled reporters gasping as Mishy gets to her feet, with Ms. Williams not about to tolerate another word from her impudent rival.
As Michelle rises from her chair, Vanessa slides off the table and the two most bitter rivals go nose to nose, the rivalry personifying a division coming to a head, prompting dozens of camera shutter clicks and raising of phones in their direction.
“You’re going to kiss me goodbye after the match,” Nessa growls, “but not in the way you think, so here’s one from me to you in advance.”
The champ puckers and plants a peck on the tip of Mishy’s beak.
The platinum blonde can take no more, grabbing the tawny, raven-haired pugilist around the noggin and yanking her into a side headlock. The rivals bounce around the stage, Consortium and Lookout! seconds trying to pull them apart.
Nessa finally pries herself loose and pie-faces Mishy’s mush with an open hand, raising her fellow Hall of Famer’s ire higher.
Neither woman is easily contained and Michelle breaks free from her ‘friendly’ constraints, Hudgens’ elder shoving her foe to the stage, Vanessa landing on her ‘World’s Fittest’ derriere, palms propping her from being flat on her back.
Mishy moves to hover over her opponent, gazing down with a smirk, standing in a straddle of the fallen titleholder.
“You wanna kiss my ass on the way up?” she asks. “Or do you want to wait until after the match?”
Vanessa crabwalks from under the blonde and hops to her feet, fists balling. Michelle responds in kind, wrapping her fingers tightly and pivoting to throw down with her hated adversary.
But the FCBA isn’t about to give away a blockbuster battle for free and security steps between.
An organizational figurehead grabs a microphone from the podium.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe our fighters have stated their case. If you want more, and I know you do, you can see them battle for supremacy in our main event. Thank you so much.”
The man drops the stick and directs the cooler heads of HISC and Lookout! to chaperone champion and challenger off the stage in opposite directions, the combatants twisting and squirming for their freedom all the way, letting some choice insults and expletives fly as they disappear stage right and left.
There's virtually nothing left to say about this one, except that you could make a very strong argument that Michelle Williams vs. Vanessa Hudgens is the very best rivalry in the history of the FCBA. It has everything. Length. Hatred. High stakes. And, oh, yes, some of the greatest fights in the history of the FCBA. Will tonight be any different? Well. If you listen to the competitors...
"I know JUST how to get Vanessa," the blonde challenger says with a smile. "After all, I've done it often enough before. And, how delicious will it be when I take her title from her? Almost as great as having her Hall of Fame bust placed in the ladies' room!"
"I retired this bytch ONCE," says a hard-eyed 'Nessa. "But, she's like a weed. She keeps growing back. Well, tonight, I'm going to plow SALT into the worn-out earth that IS Michelle Williams and make sure she NEVER grows back again!"
Come the night of the fight, it’s Michelle who emerges from the back in black, looking positively stunning as she storms out to the ring, looking slick and fit, eager to turn back Vanessa one more time. Like a heat-seeking missile, Mishy heads directly towards the ring and ignores the many fans attempting to gain her attention. That can be saved for after she has accomplished her mission tonight.
On the other hand, you have Vanessa in all white. One could pretend that it would be a coincidence, but in this rivalry, there is no such thing. It’s clear Vanessa is eager to look the hero and angelic opposed to who she perceives as the villain in the story. Vanessa takes a moment to blow kisses, wave and positively skip towards the ring.
Of course, Vanessa’s attire and attitude doesn’t extend to the very un-Disney like or what you might expect from an A-Lister taunts exchanged between the two as the ref steps forward in a bid to restore order. The ref requests a clean fight, but knows that he’ll take what he can get as he steps away and rings the bell to begin the war between the two of them….
ROUND ONE:
There aren't going to be a lot of surprises tonight, considering not just how many times these two have fought, but how many ROUNDS they've competed against one another. There's not much either can do that the other hasn't already seen. So, the first goes according to Hoyle. It's 'Nessa doing that jab-and-circle routine while Mishy looks to get her to heel so that the blonde can get her box on. And, of course, this one is going to be about who can get the terms she wants. In the first? It's the champion. She's mostly in open ocean, able to dictate with the jab and those great feet. Williams has moments, but they are too few and too far between. At the bell, it's 'Nessa wide and with the 10-9 lead.
ROUND TWO:
Two-way stuff this time, as Mishy gets in gear. She's getting the ring cut, forcing 'Nessa to box with her. And, it's not that Hudgens isn't plenty good at this. It's that Michelle is SO good at this. Remember, this is the girl who pitched ten-round shutouts doing exactly this kind of stuff, out-slicking and out-smarting opponent after opponent. And, that's what she's doing now...to a point. Because, Hudgens is, again, plenty good at this. The brunette may not be QUITE holding her own, but she's more than competitive on Williams' terms, at least in this frame. And, so it is that, when the bell rings, it's close. But, it IS Mishy and we're even at 19 after two.
ROUND THREE:
Third starts like the second ended, ladies mostly boxing at range, as Williams uses the footwork to keep Hudgens mostly contained. And, once again, 'Nessa pretty much holding her ow...BOOM! SCINTILLATING COMBINATION, MISHY and Hudgens is HURT! 'Nessa's knees give a SHIMMY and she nearly goes down. And Williams POUNCES like a hungry Lioness, emptying the magazines as she sends a wobbly Hudgens stumbling into the ropes. Vanessa's got the guard high, putting those abs on sale. Michelle? Buying. In. Bulk! She's PUNISHING her rival to abs and ribs, then going upstairs to hammer away as the ref, on a hair trigger, looks on. It's grim stuff for the champion, but, somehow, some way, she hangs on to the bell. Michelle's got the round wide, though, and Williams has the 29-28 lead.
ROUND FOUR:
Mishy rampant. The challenger is ALL OVER the champion from the opening bell. 'Nessa's wobbly, and, without those great legs under her, easy prey for the blonde. Williams plays this sound, and she plays it smart. She's setting up punches, working the head, hands, and feet, but she DOES have the pedal to the metal as she looks to finish things. For her part, 'Nessa's all defense, jabbing back here and there, trying to stay off the ropes. Eventually, she gets pinned there, but Mishy isn't falling for the fire sale on the body THIS time. She's all in to finish. She can't get it done, though. The champion hangs on to the bell. When it rings, Williams has pitched a shutout and pulled into a 39-37 lead.
ROUND FIVE:
Mishy in control early, taking the fight to 'Nessa, forcing her backward as she has for the last couple of rounds. But. About a minute in, Hudgens' legs begin to firm up and the brunette starts banging back. For a brief moment, we have quite the firefight, but, soon enough, Williams stops forcing the issue and gets back to boxing. The champion, however, has a different idea. She's coming forward behind the jab, backing up the surprised blonde. With her rival on the back foot, Hudgens slowly makes up the stagger, then begins to pull into the lead late. Final seconds see Williams backed to the ropes and covering up, as a 'Nessa curve ball claims her the round close and pulls her to within a point, 48-47, at the half.
ROUND SIX:
BOOM! Boom? BOOM! 'Nessa stepping to right off the bell, SNAPS Mishy's head back with a sharp left jab and then ROCKS her with a follow on right, and that quickly, Michelle is STEPPIN' IN FENCE POST HOLES! Champion now the one all in, determined to finish off her hated rival right here and right now. She's tossing everything she can find at the reeling blonde. Mishy's soon trapped on the cables and selling that body just as cheap as 'Nessa did. And, while Hudgens buys a bit, she's not going to be distracted from her ultimate goal of trying to get the stoppage. Despite her best efforts, however, the champ can't get it done. At the bell, the challenger is still standing. 'Nessa, though, has pitched the shutout and evened things at 57.
ROUND SEVEN:
'Nessa coming forward. She's backing up the blonde effectively, working soundly. It's the left jab, followed by solid right hands. It's excellent, quick, accurate combinations. It's BOOM! A right hand and DOWN GOES MICHELLE! Hudgens does a little DANCE before heading back to a neutral corner with her rival sprawled on her back after a NASTY right cross. Michelle, eyes closed, looking down and out as the ref counts. But. Somehow, she rolls to hands and knees at seven and pushes to her feet at nine. Ref thinks long and hard about it while giving her the mandatory, but he waves on 'Nessa. Hudgens calling in artillery from everywhere as she pins Mishy to the cables again and LETS HER HAVE IT. No idea what's holding Williams up, but something does. When the bell rings, she's still standing, but she's a smoldering wreck. She's also trailing 67-65 with just three to go.
ROUND EIGHT:
Hudgens forward, but the work rate has slowed considerably. Brunette has used a TON of energy in the last three rounds, and it shows. She's looking arm-weary, and, while she's still piling up points, the lesser punch volume is giving MIshy some desperately needed time. About mid-round, things begin to turn. The legs come back for Williams and she's able to get the space she wants and get her box on. 'Nessa's getting beaten to punches and forced onto the defensive as Williams slowly begins to take control of the proceedings. By the final thirty seconds, Michelle's getting much the better of things. Unfortunately for the blonde, she can't quite make up the stagger. At the bell, Hudgens has taken the round very, very narrowly, and extended her lead to 77-74 with just two rounds left.
ROUND NINE:
Two way stuff to begin the ninth. Williams has shaken the damage and Hudgens, while still not back to the work rate we saw, is punching more and with more snap. So, we're back to working for terms. 'Nessa still has plenty of leg, even in the ninth, so the blonde is having to work hard to bring her to battle. But, when MIshy manages it, she gets plenty of work done, putting together punches, hooking some body here and there, offsetting what 'Nessa can do on the move. Points still in doubt into the final 30 seconds, when Michelle takes over, backing the brunette up with a series of hard flurries to the head that leaves Hudgens trapped on the ropes at the bell. When it rings, Williams has the points, but still trails 86-84 with one round to go.
ROUND TEN;
Hudgens corner confident of the cards and lets 'Nessa know she can leg this one out. But, Williams has a different idea. With nothing to lose, she turns the aggression up to eleven, coming forward behind the jab, damning any and all torpedoes, getting AFTER the brunette in a big way. Hudgens plays defense, gives ground and BOOM! TAKES A NASTY RIGHT HAND! 'Nessa RUMBLIN', STUMBLIN' FUMBLIN' and DOWN SHE GOES after a three-punch combination from the blonde! Mishy to a neutral corner. 'Nessa sputtering on the canvas, somehow manages to get to her feet at nine. Ref thinks about it while giving her the mandatory, then waves on WIlliams. Michelle winging away with everything she has trying to end this thing. Champion on the ropes and taking as the ref looks in...but, the brunette holds on to the bell. When it rings, Mishy has the round 10-8. The cards are checked...and the announcement is made. 94-94. We're going OVERTIME!
ROUND ELEVEN:
'Nessa looking unsteady and Michelle about all in. She used up almost all the reserves in that tenth round, and it's showing now. She's slow, labored as she tries to take the fight to the wobbly brunette. For about a minute, despite the low work rate, the blonde has the advantage, but then the champion's legs come around...as much as they're going to in round eleven, as she's able to move, get off square, get some offense going. Things are pretty even in the middle minute, but, in the final sixty seconds, Hudgens gets the better of things, beating Mishy to spots and punches, closing the stagger and pulling slightly ahead by the bell. When it rings, the scorecards are raised. Hudgens, 10-9. 'Nessa leads 104-103 and can win it with a victory in round twelve.
ROUND TWELVE:
Ladies just about on fumes now. Fumes and will with a big dash of hatred. It's not about the title in the twelfth, if it ever was. It's about, once again, brining your arch rival to heel, punishing her, humiliating her, proving she's lesser. But, all that will can't make what happens pretty. It's basically educated slop, with both blonde and brunette throwing whatever they can muster at one another and hoping something sticks. For the second round in a row, it's very close, but, this time, it's close throughout, with neither champion nor challenger able to gain any kind of edge. When the bell rings, both fighters look nervously to the cards. They read 10-9, Williams. It's 113-113 and we're going to the thirteenth round.
ROUND THIRTEEN:
More of the same. Neither fighter has much of anything left, but both are determined to find something else in the tank and defeat the other. There's a ton of PAWING going on now, as most of the punches thrown don't have a lot behind them. On occasion, something solid lands, but those shots are rare, indeed. Still, blonde and brunette refuse to yield, either to one another or to exhaustion. And, then it happens. It's part knockdown, part collapse. Mishy steps forward into a short right hook and spills to her knees past 'Nessa's left shoulder. She pounds the canvas in frustration as the referee counts, tries to rise at seven, but her legs won't hold her. She falls back to her knees and remains there as the count passes her by. It's OVER! And your winner by KO13 and STILL Unified Flyweight Champion is Vanessa Hudgens!
AFTER:
For a moment, there is unbelievable silence after Mishy is unable to make it back to her feet and Vanessa is declared the winner of this marathon match. But, then it’s punctuated by a loud, feral scream of pride and jubiliation from Hudgens as she pumps one fist into the air and almost collapses back against the turnbuckle with her other hand over her face. Right now, she is struggling to keep her emotions in check as she takes a deep breathe, chest rising and falling, knowing she can’t cry yet. There may be time for tears later, but she needs to take this moment to teach Williams a long-overdue lesson as she removes her gloves - tossing them to the side. With the silence broken, the crowd starts to cheer loudly for both competitors after getting to witness a true war between two of the best flyweights to ever step foot into the ring.
It’s the same for Michelle, who also will not get the opportunity to cry just yet as she knows she gave it all her all this particular contest and ended up coming up short - again - against her biggest rival. Struggling to pull herself up against the ropes to rise off of her knees, but still struggling, even after the conclusion of the contest as Nessa is more than happy to help her out.
Nessa takes a moment to shove her foe up against the turnbuckle with one hand tugging at her foe’s blonde tresses as the other hand goes to press against her foe’s throat. Digging her fingers in tightly as she forces Michelle to gaze up at her, with Vanessa snarling down in barely-contained fury.
“You, Mishy, are going to pay tonight. You’re going to pay for every humiliation you’ve put me through, every sleepless night I’ve encountered, every time I’ve suffered at your hands or tummy and for every moment you’ve made me ever compare myself to you.”
Mishy goes to respond with her own eyes narrowed, but Vanessa slides her hand out of those blonde tresses and places a finger across her lips as she draws her lips up in a cruel smirk, “Hush, Mishy. Don’t worry - it’s your turn to wonder whether your body stacks up to mine. Let me take a few moments to show you here - it doesn’t.”
With that, Vanessa took both hands and balled them up into fists. Before Mishy could respond, Nessa suddenly shot her fists forward to start hammering at Mishy’s cleavage, with those twist-ties threatening to break free from each shot. Fists burying into her breasts, over and over, stomping her foot at times as she works herself into a lather. Buns bouncing as those biceps of hers keep shooting out, fist pounding on Mishy’s jugs with reckless abandon as she hisses, “Those have put me out so many times - but not tonight - I’m going to take them out.” But, just as the twist-tie threatens to snap, along with Mishy’s pride, Vanessa purrs as she snickers. Palms sliding forward as she cups her foe’s chest possessively, giving them a squeeze as she leans forward to whisper into her foe’s ear, “All mine, Mishy.” before she pulls her foe forward by her jugs right into a knee that thumps up into her equally proud abs.
Mishy, already breathless from the jug-mugging, doubles over from the sudden thigh driving up into her abs and as she slumps forward, Nessa takes both hands to press up against her shoulders. Shoving her back up against the turnbuckle as she goes to hop up onto the second ropes as the crowd cheers loudly as Vanessa’s tummy goes to slide forward. Scrubbing back and forth, over and over, tummying up on her rival in a dominant display as she lets her slick, taut abs press repeatedly, Gliding back and forth in a circle 8, then sliding repeatedly in a bit of a frenzy and then slapping her taut abs forward confidently to batter Mishy’s face and confidence with her belly. It’s a tummying-up for the ages as Mishy can’t look away, not with Nessa’s hair buried in her hair to pull her face up into her taut tummy. Finally, Vanessa slides backwards as she grins, “All mine, Mishy”, reaching down to give Mishy’s tummy a firm pat.
Tugging at Mishy’s hair as she goes to pull her forward with one hand curled into her tresses and the other hand giving a little claw against her abs. Mauling at Mishy’s tummy as she squeals out in pain, aiming to reach up for Vanessa’s wrist right before Vanessa tugs her forward into her jugs. Mishy’s face disappearing into Hudgens’ globes as she goes to wrap both biceps around her head, listening to her foe’s muffled curses and shouts as she draws Mishy in deeply. Apparently taking some lessons on JMD-smothering from Kate Upton as she snarls into Williams’ ear, “All mine, Mishy.” as she cinches on the smother even tighter. Listening to her moan muffled, gasping breathless into her cleavage and her knees quivering as she goes to shove her down to her knees. Then, towards her back as Mishy sprawls across the canvas, gazing up at the ceiling as the refs consider intervening, but a look from Vanessa sends them retreating.
Vanessa smirks as she goes to suddenly saunter around Michelle, positioning herself over Mishy’s head as she goes to settle down firmly across Mishy’s face with her proud derriere. Nessa’s thighs framing her foe’s face on either side to leave it upturned for Nessa’s butt as it bounces down a few times, before getting firmly settle for a face-sit. Vanessa looks out into the crowd as she can see a few other concerned parties - such as Natalie Portman or Dove Cameron - eager to stop Vanessa from what she’s doing to Michelle right now. Vanessa can see other rivals wanting to try to put a stop to her moment as she spots girls like Camila Mendes, Lily Collins, Jessica Lowndes, Avril Lavigne, Hayden Panettiere or even Brec Bassinger staring in - but none of them dare interfere right now. They sense something is in the air right now as Vanessa raises her fists up into the air, interlocking them together like a hammer before she brings them down onto Mishy’s abs and blows all of her rivals a kiss. Sitting atop Mishy’s face like a throne as she pounds her fists together with loud thumping blows across Mishy’s tummy as her whole body jerks. Any air that escapes past her lips blows into Vanessa’s taut tush as Vanessa purrs with satisfaction, grinding her glutes downwards as she SITS down firmly to make sure Mishy isn’t going anywhere.
Not until Vanessa says so as she finally peels her posterior upwards, winking down at Mishy with both hands tugging at her tresses as she goes to rotate her rival over onto her knees. One hand pulling her forward with her butt upraised into the air while her other hand crashes down, palm smacking down for a hard swat across her ass repeatedly. Over and over as Mishy, breathless from the face-sit, howls out as best she can with each spank across her butt cheeks. Alternating both butt cheeks as Nessa plays them like bongos - clapping her palm loudly as the crowd watches in shock. Palm spanking over and over as Nessa goes to maneuver behind her with a chuckle. Reaching forward as she goes to squeeze Mishy’s butt confidently with both hands and then leans forward, nibbling on Michelle’s ear, “All mine, Mishy.”
The repeated proclamations clearly having an effect on Mishy, but it’s also clear Vanessa isn’t done quite yet. Vanessa raises to her feet over Michelle as she goes to tower over her foe. One hand buried in Williams’ hair and the other goes to cup her chin, forcing Mishy to gaze up at her as Vanessa is positively beaming at this point.
“So, who has the better jugs, Mishy?” Vanessa demands, eyes flickering down confidently.
Mishy bites her bottom lip, eyes flickering with confusion, barely coherent from the match itself, the tummying, the spanking, the smotherings and the combination of them all as she shakes her head. Still maintaining some semblance of pride as she tries to rise, but Vanessa sends a vicious slap across her face to send her back down to her knees.
Another hard slap, then another. While Mishy doesn’t make a sound at first, the sound of the slaps crack against her check echo through the arena, until finally a loud, angry howl escapes Mishy’s lips, “You do.”
Vanessa purrs, “That’s right I do and now that you’re ready to finally tell the truth, let’s get this all cleared up. Who has the better ass?”
Mishy looks down at the canvas for a moment before Vanessa goes to tug her foe’s face upwards to look up at her to watch the shock in her face as Williams moans out, “You do.”
“Who has the better tummy?” Vanessa requests coolly, drawing her face forward towards her tummy to get a good look.
You do.” Mishy responds softly, blinking back tears.
“Who is tougher?”
“You are.”
“Who is fitter?”
“You are.”
On and on in that vein, until…
“Who is the best flyweight the division has ever seen?” Vanessa demands angrily.
Mishy’s eyes flash, looking like she’s about to respond as she snarls, but an upraised palm from Vanessa brings another dejected admission as she moans out, “You are.”
Bringing both hands forward to stroke through Mishy’s tresses, then pulling her face forward closer to Vanessa’s tummy as she sees the sweaty, slick tummy sliding forward close to Williams’ features.
“And who is the Conqueror of Mishy?” Vanessa says with a hiss.
Mishy can barely bring herself to stay upright, groaning out as she looks down on the canvas. Chest rising and falling, trying to take a deep breathe as it’s her turn to struggle to control her emotions as Vanessa doesn’t tug at her hair. Vanessa doesn’t force her to look upwards or pull her upwards, knowing that what happens next has to be from Michelle.
After a few minutes, the crowd watching in shock after Vanessa demands a microphone. Amplifying the tearful admission from Michelle Williams as she manages to sob out in a soft whisper, “You are, Vanessa. You are the Conqueror of Mishy.”
Vanessa beams confidently, lips spreading into a broad smile, gazing out into the crowd for a moment as she soaks in this moment. The two of them traded that admission before over the years, but it feels spectacular here to hear it from her rival as Vanessa smirks down, “Go ahead now that we both know who is the Conqueror is, it’s time for you to acknowledge it. Right here. Right now.” as she draws Mishy’s face forward, just millimeters from her tight abs.
“Kiss. My. Abs.”
And in front of a sellout crowd, in front of her stablemates, in front of her protege, in front of the assembled flyweight division, including so many rivals from over the years for both fighters - Mishy does. Rising slightly from her knees, she pucker up her lips, trembling and with a soft sob, she goes to brush those lips across Nessa’s tummy. Tasting sweat, tasting the own salt from her tears, tasting Nessa’s abs and tasting defeat here tonight, Mishy submits here tonight to her Conqueror for the moment. But, no matter how long it lasts, what a moment it is.
Vanessa gazes out into the crowd, locking eyes with so many different rivals as she revels in the destruction of Mishy tonight. Listening to the crowd as they are chanting her name, anointing her as the best - sitting confidently at the summit of both the AMD and flyweight division - then daring anybody to come try to take what’s hers. Holding Mishy’s face deeply into her abs for a moment as she is handed the flyweight title by the referee. Clutching it across her cleavage for a moment as she closes her eyes for a moment, but when she opens them up again, she raises her flyweight title up into the air. Eyes filled with confidence and clear about her future as she reaches down to lock eyes with the one person who has tormented her the most over the years. Locking eyes with the one and only Michelle Anne Williams as she pats her foe’s head and purrs down, “All mine, Mishy.”
And with that, she walks away. Leaving Mishy kneeling there as she breaks down into sobs, Vanessa smiles in supreme satisfaction as she doesn’t walk down the ramp. Instead, she walks through the flyweights assembled around the ring as she dares any of them to stop her as she takes Michelle’s pride and the flyweight title out of the ring with her. Patting her triumphant abs with one hand as she flicks her head to the side, ponytail whipping back and forth to slap a few of her rivals in the face as they part to the side. Not one of them dared to retaliate as they all stepped out of the way for the untouchable - the fittest flyweight - the champion - Vanessa Hudgens as Vanessa left her rival in the middle of the ring.
Conquered. By the Best.
