Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2016 13:55:23 GMT -6
Michelle Williams versus Vanessa Hudgens
A Night Out At The Tony Awards
(Featuring Jessica Lowndes / Lucy Hale)
(Words: HISC / Lookout!)
(NOTE: This is footage recently provided to FCBA Magazine from the 70th Annual Tony Awards, which took place on June 12, 2016. Although we've reached out to all parties involved, thus far, we have received 'no comment' from each stable. However, now that the footage is public, we may hear from each of the fighters directly. Regardless, this is for you - our fans and the public at large - to enjoy as another award show brawl takes place!)
Tonight, it doesn't get any bigger than this for those who are fans of Broadway as it is the Official 70th Tony Awards, hosted by James Corden and returning to the Beacon Theatre in New York City after a three-year hiatus away with Radio City Music Hall. As such, it was a largely celebratory affair, although certain world events had projected some level of solemnity over the events. But, as Broadway so often tells us, “the show must go on.” and so it certainly did.
For those of you who may be not be aware, the Tony Awards (officially known as the Antoinette Perry Award for Excellence In Theatre), recognize special achievement in live Broadway theatre. It's an annual ceremony, presented by the American Theatre Wing and the Broadway League, with the awards named after “Antoinette 'Tony' Perry”, who was the co-founder of the American Theatre Wing. The Tony Awards are the highest honor for those participating in American theatre, which are equal to the Academy Awards (movies), Grammy Awards (music), Emmy Awards (telelvision) and in fact, getting an EGOT is one of the highest recognitions that the industry can offer.
The Tony Awards is the final award of the year and unfortunately, none of the actors up tonight are up for such an achievement, with the big story being the continued record-setting excellence of “Hamilton.” But, one of the biggest races has nothing to do with Broadway and is for Best Performance by a Leading Actress In A Play, featuring a slew of impressive actresses such as Laurie Metcalf, Jessica Lange, Sophie Okonedo, Lupita Nyong'o and Michelle Williams.
It was a hotly contested race, but one which ultimately went to Jessica Lange for Long Day's Journey Into Night. When the award was announced, Michelle Williams did her best to smile and clap approvingly for the winner, but no doubt she was absolutely seething inside.
Vanessa Hudgens, on the other hand, was positively ecstatic, less so for Jessica Lance and more for the heartbreak bestowed on one Michelle Williams as she was in attendance, like she usually was whenever Michelle was up for a big award.
As expected, the biggest honor of the night went to Hamilton and as they closed out the show with a rousing rendition of “The Schuyler Sisters.”, singing proudly and imploring the crowd to “Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now! History is happening in Manhattan
and we just happen to be In the greatest city in the world!” and Vanessa didn't think anything could spoil her mood.
That is, until she ran into Jessica Lowndes.
Vanessa's eyes narrowed but maintained a confident smirk as well, certain that nothing could ruin tonight, “What are you doing here? Were you on your way to the MTV or Teen Choice Awards and got lost, Jessi?” as she continued strutting forward.
Jessica maintained her smile, although her cheeks flushed a bit as she walked up beside Nessa, sliding her arm through hers as they walked side by side. Vanessa rolled her eyes as she certainly didn't want any photographs of her with Jessica Lowndes but continued the charade as Jessica responded coolly, “Of course not, Nessa. I have a big appreciation for the theater but honestly, I'm here because I was hoping I would run into you, honey.”
“I don't know why, sweetie...” Vanessa said, trying to maintain her composure as they continued to walk side by side through the hallways, “You and I have absolutely NOTHING in common. I can't stand you and certainly don't want to stand beside you. If we weren't surrounded by the elite of the theatre, I would be kicking your fat ass up and down the red carpet...”
Jessica giggled, grinning, “I'm sure you'd freaking try and trust me, if you want to end yourself getting humiliated here, we can make that happen. But, Nessa, I'm here because there is somebody who is just dying to meet you. They have been SO impressed with your own Broadway run on Gigi and of course, your big turn on Grease: Live!”
Vanessa remained skeptical, but did smile more broadly, “I'm glad that people are starting to take notice of my talents. Is there anything I can't do really?”
“Don't worry, Nessa dear...” Jessica said, patting her on the arm as she continued to steer her down the hallway, “There have been plenty of people who have noticed exactly what you're good at.”
On the other end of things, Michelle Williams was trying to get out to reconnect with her friend Busy Phillips, who had accompanied her to the Tony Awards tonight and trying to avoid any questions from various red carpet reporters about her loss tonight as that was one thing she didn't want to think about. Smiling and making small talk with various other celebrities as she neared the exit, she ran directly into Lucy Hale, who was the current flyweight champion of the Female Celebrity Boxing Association (FCBA).
“Hi there Michelle!” Lucy beamed, “I am so sorry you lost here tonight, but I am so happy to see you!”
Lucy gave Michelle a little hug, which Williams returned to Hale as they both squeezed each other perhaps a little too tightly.
Michelle was a little surprised, but managed to smile back, “It's such a surprise to see you too and of course, I definitely wanted to win but I am certain I'll be be back on the winning track soon enough!”
As the two of them separated, Mishy was certain to give Lucy's waist a little tap and as the two locked eyes, there was no question as to what Michelle had in mind.
“Way to stay optimistic and positive...” Lucy said with a laugh, “That's one thing I've always admired about you. Even when things are absolutely at their worst, like when you had to retire last year, you stayed positive and found your way back.”
Michelle beamed, though gazed coolly at Lucy as the two of them started to walk side by side down the hallways, “Well, I'm always impressed with how you've battled back over the years. When you lose your first 9 or 10 matches, however many it was and then come back to beat Nessa for the flyweight championship, you can't help but take notice.”
“I appreciated your comments on my win, although I do recall you saying you could have beaten Nessa in half the time.” Vanessa said, a little edge entering her voice.
“Nobody knows better than me on how to get into Nessa's head and beat her at her own game...” Mishy said with a cool air of confidence.
“Nobody knows better than you on how to lose to her either...” Lucy said with a quick retort, “But, I'm sure you've had enough of losing for one night, Mish, but I'm here because there is somebody who is just breathless with anticipation in meeting you.”
“To be honest, I was wondering what you were doing here....” Michelle said as Lucy guided her through the hallways, “You certainly don't have anything to do with Broadway.”
“I love the theatre...” Lucy said with a grin, “It's amazing how a night out on the town on Broadway can bring people together..” as Lucy opened up a door, stepping into what appeared to be a large storage or dressing room, “The best of friends and...”
“The worst of enemies!” Jessica Lowndes announced as she opened up the door from the other end, shoving Vanessa inside while Lucy did the same to a surprised Michelle.
Behind them, the doors locked quickly and satisfied laughter could be heard from both Hale and Lowndes as Michelle Williams and Vanessa Hudgens were face to face – glaring at one another instantly as they sized each other up and approached each other cautiously.
Neither of them said a word for several minutes, though eventually Michelle broke the silence.
“Well, well Nessa...” Michelle said with a smirk, hands on her hips, “I haven't seen you since I conquered you in the ring. This is the first time I've seen you since then, unless you've been seeing me in your nightmares, bytch.”
“Mish, you haven't conquered shyt...” Vanessa snarled back, face flushing instantly, “You certainly haven't conquered me. Flyweight is MY division, no matter whether that Pathetic Little Puncher tells herself and no matter what you tell yourself. I'm the queen and...”
“You ended up slumbering in my jugs and underneath my better body, just like you always seem to, Nessa. Notice how I was nominated here tonight and you weren't. Class gets noticed and you, on the other hand, just can't seem to compete...” Michelle shot back furiously.
“I've always managed to compete with you. Lest you've forgotten already, which wouldn't surprise me with how old you are, I retired your inferior ass and just because you managed to crawl back in for one last run like some horror movie villain, doesn't mean you're in my league.” Vanessa hissed, with of them coming dangerously close to one another.
“Given how “old” I am, it must drive you insane to know I'm still hotter than you, fitter than you, tougher than you and can run circles around you all night long until you pass out at my feet again, because I am YOUR Conqueror.” Michelle hisses right back, the two of them just a few inches from each other now.
“You are NOT!” Vanessa almost shouts as she steps forward, unleashing a vicious bytchslap that whips Michelle's head to the side, sending her staggering a little bit as she puts all of her weight behind it.
“Yes I AM!” Michelle shouts back as she rubs her cheek with one hand, then jumps forward to unleash a hard forehand shot of her own that lands with a loud CRACK! across Vanessa's cheek as she is sent backpedaling a few steps from the force of the shot.
Vanessa goes to lunge forward again, but Michelle steps back as Nessa spits out, “What's the matter – are you scared you are going to lose AGAIN tonight?”
Michelle's eyes narrow as she hisses, “No – this is a Louis Vuitton gown though – I'm not going to let it get shredded by a sl*t like you just because you're jealous.” as Michelle goes to slip out of it, showing off her taut body in a tight pair of purple bra and panties, looking every inch royalty as she hangs up the dress properly.
“Mine is a Maria Lucia Hohan gown and I'm not going to let you ruin it either, Mishy, but I got to OWN your jealous ass at the Academy Awards and getting to do it at the Tony Awards too would be fantastic. Maybe if you can learn to sing and get on television, I can beat you at the Grammy and Emmy Awards too to get my own personal EGOT of beating you up, sl*t.” Vanessa responded as she removed her dress and hung it up properly as she showed off her gorgeous and fit body in a red pair of bra and panties.
Once they had changed into something more suitable for a catfight, the two of them circled one another for a seconds, trading insults before the two of them lunged towards one another aggressively. The two of them collided in the middle of the room, immediately exchanging a torrent of taunts and a rapid-fire pace of slaps as the loud grunts, cursing and cracks of palm-on-cheeks echoed throughout the room. Both Michelle and Vanessa did their best to bully each other backwards towards the wall, as they tummied up against one another, abs slapping against one another just as aggressively as their palms as they pushed up on proud legs to prove their superiority over their rival!
Energized by yet another awards show loss and knowing what Vanessa had managed at the Oscars pre-show not all that many years ago, Michelle manages to backpedal the FCBA’s “fittest flyweight” into the wall behind her, the blonde sandwiching her rival tight. She raises a left arm tight under Hudgens’ chin and presses Nessa’s noggin to the side.
“I don’t know what Hale and Lowndes have against you, putting you in a room with me on another damn night like this,” Michelle growls. “And I don’t appreciate being manipulated by either.”
Michelle balls her right hand and sends it sinking into Vanessa’s tawny midriff, drawing a satisfying ‘ooooph’ from Hudgens.
“But I’m willing to make the best of it.”
The blonde buries another one, two, three piston-like right fists into Nessa’s tummy, Hudgens’ body reflexively trying to double over but Mishy’s controlling left forearm keeping her rival straight and glued to the dressing room wall.
Michelle doubles down on her attack, raising and delivering a right knee to her favorite target. She removes the forearm from under Vanessa’s chin so Nessa can stagger away bent and groaning in her red undergarments.
“I’d like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to create the best comeback in the history of the FCBA,” Williams says, “releasing me from the retirement agreement.”
Michelle walks after the retreating Nessa.
“But to do that, I’d also have to thank you for forcing on me the two biggest embarrassments of my life. You made me your bytch after that best-of-seven war and then again at the post-match conference.”
Williams plants the sole of her right foot on the red satin covering Vanessa’s ass and shoves her toward a row of dressing room tables, a rectangle of lights surrounding the mirror at each station.
“When I put everything I had into that match and you STILL beat me and then you made me a doormat afterward, I was almost glad I’d made it a retirement match. Because in the back of my mind. Hell. In the front of it. You had conquered me. You had.”
Michelle forces Vanessa into a seat, thumping Nessa’s ass into the thinly padded chair. She draws Nessa’s face toward the mirror slowly but firmly, moving Hudgens’ nose to within a couple inches of the reflective surface.
“For a LONG time, I would have been scared to face you again. Scared you’d broken me.”
Vanessa twists and squirms, trying to escape the grips on her long ebony locks and left shoulder, but Mishy keeps her rival seated and staring into the mirror, Hudgens’ face growing flushed from frustration.
“But slowly I realized I wasn’t going to let my career end like that, end it as your bytch and, with a little bit of nudging, you gave me the opportunity. And well, I just want to say…”.
Mishy spins Vanessa to face her, tugging Hudgens up from her seated position.
“Thank you.”
Mish releases her grip on Vanessa’s dark mane and sends a right cross barreling at Nessa’s jaw, but Hudgens gets a left forearm up to block it, Mishy’s hazel eyes going wide with surprise.
Before she can load up another, Vanessa drives a right knee into Michelle’s ribs and those peepers get wider still, the blonde scooting away, an arm wrapping protectively around her bruised, ivory-skinned midriff.
“I don’t know if that was acting,” Vanessa hisses. “If it was, maybe you did deserve that award.”
Nessa paintbrushes Michelle’s lowered left cheek with an open right hand, Williams’ head whiplashing in the opposite direction.
“Either way, I’m glad you admitted to yourself I’m better. Now we just have to remind you why.”
The women throw their bodies at each other, meeting in a meaty ‘smeck’ of supple frames. Arms wrap tight in a set of bearhugs. If not for the labored breathing and writhing pulchritude, the uninitiated might have thought the pair friends, if for a moment. But as the perspiration starts to gather like dew on their dermis, each tries to trip the other to the tile floor ringing the dressing tables.
The hatred hangs in the air like the growing humidity, apparently Hale and/or Lowndes having been so nice as to work some HVAC magic and have the air conditioning turned off. The blonde and raven-haired actresses curse under and over their heaving breaths, their wrapping upper limbs reaching up to grab onto the others’ locks.
Michelle’s shorter, barely shoulder-length bob proves more suitable than Nessa’s longer raven strands and Mishy latches on, swinging Hudgens’ head from side to side, disorienting her enough to swing the tawny-skinned cutie over a hip and trip her to the tile.
Still embracing Michelle as she falls, Vanessa manages to bring Mishy down with her, but the blonde lands on top of Hudgens, blasting the breath from Nessa in a makeshift splash.
Disoriented herself from the tumble, Mish is slow to find Vanessa’s wrists and pin her to the cool ceramic. A desperate Nessa clamps onto Michelle’s shoulders, using the grips to push the blonde down her body, escaping from under Williams.
She scrambles to her chest, pushing to all fours and crawling for some breathing room, but the nominee snags an ankle and draws the retreating Nessa toward her.
“I won’t say kicking your ass will make up for another awards’ night snub, but…”
Michelle doesn’t get to finish her sentence as Vanessa yanks her foot free and uses it to donkey kick Williams in the chin, snapping the blonde’s head back and leaving her seated on the floor, eyes glassy and head bobbling.
Vanessa, once she notices no one has leapt on her back, turns to her own seat and, for a split-second relaxes after seeing Michelle’s state, sweeping her long ebony locks behind her.
“Glass,” she says matter-of-factly. “Always was. Always will be.”
After a couple long tugs of oxygen into her lungs, Vanessa pushes her way up, keeping a watchful set of dark, smoky eyes on a wobbly Michelle do the same. When she sees Mishy give her a head a rattle to clear a cobweb or two, it’s a red cape in front of a bull and Nessa charges the blonde.
Hudgens dips a right shoulder and SPEARS the holy hell out of the purple-clad Mishy, Williams’ body folding around it with a loud grunt. A wide-eyed, breathless Michelle is carried into a large collection of empty swag packages, the ceremonial gifts already having been distributed. She’s thrown into the empty cardboard cubes, landing with a terrific crash then disappearing into the scattered containers, buried.
On her knees, Nessa inspects the chaos, noticing a few boxes moving center-left, an arm poking out.
“You alright in there, loser,” Vanessa shouts. “Did I put you back in your ‘conquered’ box?”
Vanessa smirked as she waited for a response, but didn't receive one as she approached the tattered box confidently and seeing Mishy's splayed limbs sticking out as she laughed, “That's why I'm better than you because I can think outside of the box, you blonde bim...”
However, Mishy was happy to be innovative regardless of where she was, panting out, “You can't put me back in the box and pretend I don't exist anymore, Nessa – I'm in your head!!” as one of her soles shot out, slamming into Vanessa's tawny midriff as she staggers backwards. Mishy goes to push herself upright, swooning a bit as she stepped forward to launch another kick that hammered into Hudgen's ribcage. Mishy steps forward to launch a hard forearm to Vanessa's chest, but Hudgens manages to breathlessly slip underneath it as she launches a hard shoulder that crashes into Mishy's alabaster abs and lifting her up, she delivers a brutal BACK BODY DROP that sends her smashing back down into the pile of boxes.
Thankfully, the mass of cardboard boxes helped break her fall, but didn't prevent Mishy from sprawling out in a daze as her vision stares back up at Nessa, who swiftly positions herself over her long-time rival as she goes to adjust her panties as she starts to lower herself down, her proud jugs hovering down to humble Mishy as she hisses, “You're going back into the box, Pandora and I am NEVER letting you out again. You're falling back underneath my jugs and my control – you can dream about what winning a Tony Award or beating me might feel like, bytch...”
Mishy was horrified but her arms and legs were not responding as she felt Vanessa's jugs start to brush against her features and Vanessa's lips curled into a confident smirk, eyes lighting up with malicious intent. So intent, in fact, was Vanessa that she failed to hear the doors open on either side as Lucy Hale and Jessica Lowndes enter the room. Gripping Vanessa's hair, Jessica gripped her tresses tightly and jerked her head forward to slam her head into the wall with a loud THUD that sent an unprepared Vanessa slumping to the floor.
Lucy Hale grinned, “It's cute that you two think that you can continue to rule the FCBA when you've been surpassed....” as she steps forward to a dazed Michelle Williams, who was trying to sit up, but a swift kick across her cheek sent her crashing back to the floor.
Jessica Lowndes yanked Vanessa, who was in a stupor, up to her feet as she sent her a brutal backhand that sent her staggering to the side, “Mishy can pretend all she wants, but I'm the TRUE conqueror of Nessa and my record against Mishy speaks for itself...”
Nessa staggered to the side, just in time to run into a hard-hitting slap from Lucy Hale who grinned, “But between us, only one of us is the flyweight Championship, having taken it from Nessa's waist and who would that be? Oh that's right – ME!” as she delivered a hard knee up towards Nessa's tummy that doubled her over.
“For now, little Lucy....” Jessica scowled, reaching for Nessa's hair again to draw her forward for a standing scissors as her sculpted legs wrapped tightly around her head, thighs pulsing as she kept squeezing, drawing loud moans from Nessa, “Because while you are its present, I am the future of the flyweight division. I've beaten you before and when I'm ready to put the title back around my waist, I'll do it again!”
Lucy stepped forward to give Jessica an angry shove, palms pressing into her rival's impressive cleavage as she loses her balance and knocks Lowndes backwards, “No, you got lucky once and that was then. Now, I'm the best flyweight in the division and nobody is going to take the title away from me. Not you, not Mish and not Nessa!” as she spins around, sending her foot out towards Nessa's chest to send her falling towards her back.
Lucy smirked, stepping over Nessa now as she wiggled her posterior back and forth, “You seemed to have a lot to say about my ass before I kicked yours and took the belt away. Now, you're going to get a nice, long look at it...”
Nessa groaned out, shaking her head back and forth as she struggled to catch her breathe, but panting out, “But, you need to know....”
Lucy raised an eyebrow, grinning, “Oh – any famous last words, Nessa, before I put you out again?”
“What you need to know is that when you were getting your start on the CW with Privileged...” Vanessa rasped out, “Jessica over there is one of the leading reasons it got canceled – didn't – didn't want it competing with 90210...”
Lucy shook her head and laughed, “Is that the best you've got, bytch? That's ancient history and it worked out great, because I joined Pretty Little Liars after that, remember?” as Lucy goes to lower her butt down again.
“Glad you're feeling so understanding now, but you didn't always feel that way!” Vanessa groaned out, “You remember when 90210 got canceled – didn't you and your co-stars go over to the set to prank the set on its final day of filming?”
A sharp intake of breathe came from the direction of Jessica Lowndes, who stood there, hands crossed over her chest as she stepped forward, “That was YOU and the rest of those prissy little punchers?”
Lucy shook her head, eyes widening, “Of course not – you can't think that I had anything to do with that...” as she stepped forward, speaking calmly “Vanessa is a manipulator and you can't trust her!”
Jessica was seething, “You and your pathetic little friends came over to ruin what was already a super emotional day because why? Jealousy? Couldn't stand that I was a bigger star than you ever could be? Pissed off that I'm better than you...” as she steps forward threateningly.
“None of those things are true, Jessica – notice how YOUR show is gone and MINE is still going. My career is better than yours, in Hollywood and the FCBA...” as Lucy started to get upset, stepping forward angrily as well, “You just need to shut up!”
Jessica Lowndes charged forward, going to crash into Lucy and Hale was ready to repel the rush, or would've if Vanessa, opportunistic as always, hadn't sent her foot flying upwards to crash between Lucy's unsuspecting thighs. Hale doubled over, hands shooting between her legs in shock as Lowndes either didn't notice or didn't care as she tackled Hale backwards onto the floor.
Vanessa used the moment to lay backwards, chest rising and falling as she caught her breathe, but Lucy was not afforded the same opportunity as an agonized Hale found her hair being tugged every which way and her head thumping back into the carpet to daze her.
Lucy squealed as Jessica kept thumping her head down against the carpet, snarling with each tug of her hair, “YOU – REALLY – THINK – YOU'RE – BETTER – LUCY – YOU – PATHETIC – LITTLE – PRETENDER!!” as Lucy struggled to stay focused, trying to buck Jessica off. Although she momentarily succeeded, Jessica just extended those long legs of hers and started to squeeze whatever little air remained past her lips as Jessica pulsed her thighs. Lucy wiggled and squirmed, kicking frantically and slapping away, trying to escape but she wasn't going anywhere as things didn't look good for her.
Jessica smirked as she kept crushing her foe like a python squeezing its prey before there was suddenly a noise behind them as Jessica Lange, esteemed actress and tonight's winner of the Tony Award for Leading Actress in a Play, accidentally entered the room. Apparently in their excitement for the ambush, either Lucy or Nessa had forgotten to lock the door behind them as the actress entered. Eyes widening in shock at the four celebrities, engaged in various levels of heated combat, seeing something more surprising and horrific than she had in all of her time on American Horror Story (AHS) and caught by surprise, she stumbled out of the room and dropped her Tony Award in the process as it landed with a thud on the carpet nearby Michelle Williams, whose eyes fluttered open weakly.
Jessica Lange wasn't the only Jessica caught by surprise as Lowndes lost her scissors on Lucy, who popped free of the scissors and went to roll away to freedom. Lowndes was in hot pursuit as she started to stagger to her feet, but just in time for a freshly invigorated Vanessa Hudgens to come in for a wild dropkick – both soles slamming into to her face – with the impact crashing in to send her flying through the air. Lowndes crashed down onto the floor, eyes unfocused as she groaned out in shock, kicking her feet as Vanessa made her way to her feet.
Looking over at a retreating Lucy Hale as she hissed and lunged forward, grabbing her legs as she dragged her over to the middle of the room, going to flip her over towards her back as she adjusted her bottoms and hissed, “And where do you think you're going, Lucy loser? Thinking you're going somewhere after you just tried to smother me with your gross ass? I – Don't – Think – SO!” as she went to lower her posterior down towards a horrified Hale.
Just as she did, however, a hard thump crashed across the back of her head to send Vanessa falling forward like a felled tree to her knees, vision blurry as she looked up into the tummy, then lifted upwards to look over the cleavage and into the furious eyes of one Michelle Williams.
“You seem to be looking up at me a lot lately, don’t’ you?” a delighted Mishy asks, staring into Nessa’s dark, glassy eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt Tony again. You on the other hand.”
Michelle lifts a knee into Vanessa’s jaw and sends her sprawling. The blonde moves to the row of dressing tables and softly places the trophy she should have won carefully in place for safekeeping.
“Fate knows you belong with me,” the blonde says to her prize.
Williams bends down and gives the award a peck with her cupid’s arrow lips but the lovefest is short-lived. From behind, Lucy sinks a set of nails into Williams’ flaxen locks, Michelle screeching. The Pretty Little Puncher spins Mish and lifts her to a seat on the table in front of the mirrors and lights, treating Williams as the second trophy in the room.
“Whoa. Hold on,” Mishy squeals. “You don’t want to…”
Apparently Hale did as, with her free hand, she “THWUMPS” an overloaded powder puff into Michelle’s mug. A huge cloud emerges from around Williams’ face and when it clears the blonde is choking on the remaining dust, her features pale as the powder.
“Don’t tell me what I want,” Lucy informs. “I’m the World Champion and you’re all wannabes.”
Lucy delivers a powerful forearm smash to Mishy’s jaw that lays the Hall of Famer out on the table across a couple ‘workstations’.
“And you’re an old one.”
The diminutive titleholder starts to roll Mishy’s carcass off of Tony to take a closer look when she can feel someone approaching from behind, trying to duplicate what she’d done to Michelle. Lucy sends a blind mule kick behind her. She feels and hears a meaty connection and turns to find Jessica doubled over, bugeyed and gasping.
“I…REALLY…THINK…I’M…BETTER,” Hale explains.
Lucy grabs Jessica by the shoulders and forces her into a seat, turning it toward the mirrors.
“Let’s see if we can make you look like the clown you are.”
Lucy searches for some shadow and liner and rouge and starts gathering her resources when it’s her turn to be tugged by her dark locks. Her makeover of Jessica interrupted by Vanessa, Hudgens pulls Lowndes up from her seat with her opposite clenching palm. She faces the women toward each other.
“You two ruined the party I was about to have with that.”
Nessa shrugs toward the softly stirring Michelle.
“Next time. When a plan is working. Don’t overthink it.”
Pulling the heads of Lucy and Jessica back as far as she can, Nessa sends them rocketing forward to CLUNK foreheads together. The women whiplash in opposite directions from the meeting of the minds. While Jessica staggers down an aisle leading to the lavatory, little Lucy plops her taut cheeks down on a low-slung couch in a nearby conversation nook.
Vanessa assesses the damage around her. She was the cream in this lot, hell any lot, and predictably had risen to the top. The tawny-skinned beauty in red plays eenie-meenie among the three other FCBA superstars and decides she can’t pass following Lowndes to the little girl’s room.
Striding after her target, Vanessa catches Jess from behind as Lowndes nears the first stall. With an interlocking elbow and a 90-degree swing, Nessa guides Jessica toward the porcelain bowl and follows behind. Or starts to.
In the blink of an eye, Jessica SLAMS the door behind her and the metal CLACKS into Nessa’s face. When the door pops back open, little birdies are flying around the head of the so-called fittest.
“Oh girl,” Jess spits. “So many mistakes. And this was the worst.”
Lowndes sinks her right set of nails into Nessa’s ebony strands and pulls her in for a conference. Jess lifts and DRIVES a raised knee into Hudgens’ flawless abs and finds it takes two more to get the desired effect, a gagging, groaning and dipped Nessa.
Lowndes pushes Vanessa to her knees to pray in front of the bowl. A squeak of protest emerges from Hudgens before a growling Jessica puts the seat up and stuffs Nessa’s face into the H2O. Vanessa gurgles when under and shrieks when slipping her face out long enough to suck in a breath. But Jessica quickly shoves Hudgens in for another dip, this time adding a swirly, Jessica flushing to give Nessa a whirlpool facial.
“Where else would shyt like you go?” Jessica screams.
The shout seems to stir Lucy and Michelle from their respective stupors, Mishy rolling off the table and plopping down on the tile. Several feet away, Hale shakes out some cobwebs, pulling her little turquoise mini back into place.
The blonde scrambles, if in slow motion, to her feet and charges the sofa-bound Pretty Little Puncher. Going in guns blazing, Michelle tackles Lucy before the raven-haired cutie can fully make her feet and both women go tumbling over. Mishy’s head reemerges from behind first. But it quickly becomes evident why as a wincing Mish is like a handpuppet with Hale in her hair.
Lucy SLAMS Michelle’s face into the top of the sofa’s backrest. There’s a considerable amount of give in the cushions so it takes a good dozen to put Michelle back on Tipsy Avenue, Luce having treated Mishy’s noggin like a basketball.
Lucy forces a wobbly, blurry-eyed Williams to look into her fierce dark peepers.
“You remember when the Consortium took so much pleasure in putting us PLPers in our place? Karma’s a bytch and I can be when the time is right.”
Hale tugs Michelle up as she rises and shoves the faltering blonde over the top, Williams coming to rest on the long bench portion of the couch, face up.
Hale strides around the furniture, coated in sweat but looking resplendent.
“I’ve never used a Hall of Famer as a cushion before. What a shame no one will ever believe me.”
An adorable smirk arises.
“Unless…”
The diminutive flyweight champ reaches into her nearby clutch and pulls out her phone. She continues her walk to the splayed Williams.
“SELFIE TIME,” Lucy yips as she lowers her booty toward the wide-eyed face of the wriggling nominee.
Jessica can't help but take notice as Lucy is getting ready to smother out a horrified Mishy. She reaches down to take hold of Hudgens’ soaked, raven tresses and tug her head out of the toilet bowl. She smirks, standing over her foe with one hand on her hips then chuckles, “Well, puppy – momma has to go take care of some big girl business, but you stay. STAY, puppy!”, ordering Nessa to heel as Jess cackles wickedly.
Nessa is on her knees in front of Lowndes, water dripping down her face as she opens her mouth to retort, but ends up sputtering and gagging on toilet water instead. Jessica laughs, reaching down to tap Nessa's nose, “Bad puppy – I told you not to drink out of the toilet. Now, stay there bytch and when I get back, momma might have a treat for you!”
Vanessa couldn't speak at the moment but her hateful glare spoke volumes about Lowndes' offer. Jessica released her rival’s hair and wiped her hands of the dampness. She wrinkled her nose, snickering, “What a dumb sl*t!” leaving Hudgens on all fours, struggling to catch her breath, Vanessa’s face one of horror and disgust. Hudgens leans over the toilet bowl for a minute as if she wanted to throw up, coughing and gurgling as she clutched her tummy with one hand and the edge of the toilet with the other.
Jessica sauntered forward, adjusting her top a bit as she saw Lucy grinding her hips back and forth over a plainly horrified Mishy, the blonde struggling and pushing at Hale's tush. To no avail, however, as Lucy was not going to be dislodged from her perch – not by Williams anyway – She had a good grip on Mishy's blonde locks and a good seat as she ground her posterior back and forth in rough circles across Mishy's face, cutting off her air.
Lowndes stood there for a moment, examining her nails and placing her other hand on her hip. She chuckled, admiring Lucy's smothering technique before muttering darkly, “No, no, no – this won't do.” Her eyes flickered around the room before finding the discarded Tony award. She practically skipped over, picking it up off of the ground and slipped behind Lucy.
Hale was so focused on smothering out her foe she kept grinding down, gazing into Mishy's eyes as she cooed, “How do you like my Pretty Little Posterior, huh, Mishy? I know you think you're still the future at flyweight, but looks like you're in my rear-view mirror – literally, bytch!”
Lucy emphasized her point with another slow scrub of her glutes across Mishy's face before Lowndes came up behind her, taking the Tony Award with both hands, one on either side of the award, then sliding it in front of her foe. Lowndes pressed it roughly into Hale's throat to choke her with the it.
Lucy, in the seated position atop Mishy's face, didn't have much leverage as Lowndes pressed against her spine, breasts mushrooming against the small of her back. Hale gasped instantly, gagging as her face turned scarlet with the force of the metallic object pressing against her throat, increasing pressure being applied by Lowndes.
Jessica grinned, leaning forward as she purred into Hale's ear, grinding the award back and forth with a cruel chuckle, “While I'm sure Mishy just loves your Pretty Fat Ass, Luce, that is MY playtoy and I don't think you should be getting to enjoy her without my permission!”
Lucy struggled to push herself up a bit, but Jessica kept pulling the award tighter. It bit into Lucy's throat and Hale gurgles, face red as she gripped at Lowndes' forearms to try to push them off, pry her rival’s grip from the award and breathe again. As Hale tried to stand, she lifted her butt slightly off Mishy's face. The blonde was able to gasp in much-needed air and turn her face to the side, but Lowndes forced Hale back down so that the brunette’s rump rammed into the side of Mishy's cheek, her face colliding with the sofa. Cushions.
Mishy groaned out, splayed in a daze on the furniture as the battle between Lowndes and Lucy moves away from her. Lucy struggled to draw air as she switches tactics. Realizing she was not going to get away from Jessica in this position, she tried to focus, not easy between the lack of air and the relentless taunting from Lowndes in her ear.
“You know you're not the freaking future at flyweight either, don't you, dumbass?” Jessica asked. “If you want to know who is, you're looking at her – or you would be if you weren't getting choked out like the weak little loser you are, Lucy. If you think you're going to stand in my way, that's going to be a problem because you can't even stand in front of me now, can you? Just kneel, bimbo!”
Lucy knew she needed to act fast. She arched her body to the side, working to bring her right forearm forward as far as possible, then swing it backwards to connect with Lowndes’ thigh, ribcage and tummy. The sharp point of her elbow dug sharply into Lowndes' taut body repeatedly as Jessica attempted to keep up the choking. But Lucy kept swinging as roughly as possible, landing one elbow that inadvertently (or not) managed to connect in a glancing blow between Lowndes' thigh – a move rewarded by a loud yelp from Lowndes.
Jessica staggered backwards slightly, one hand sliding between to her throbbing crotch. A soft moan escaped her lips as she held onto the Tony Award with one hand, trying to swing it down to crash it across the top of Hale's head. Thankfully for Lucy, she managed to throw herself out of the way and instead, the Tony Award was dropped to the floor with a THUD – still intact, landing next to a gasping Michelle Williams.
Lowndes winced as she glared at a suddenly retreating Lucy, stepping onto Mishy, driving her heel into Williams’ tummy as she stormed after Hale. Mishy rolled over onto her side, clutching her abs and shaking her head back and forth from the smothering attempt by Hale, coughing angrily as she cursed under her breath, desperately working to regain it.
Jessica called out angrily, “You don't think you're getting away that easily, do you, Lucy?”
Lowndes, in hot pursuit, reached down for Lucy's hair. As she went to YANK Lucy up, Hale spun around furiously retorted – all in a single breath as that was all she could spare - “I'm not running, am I, bytch?”
Bringing her hand away from her sore and reddened throat, Lucy slams her forearm against Lowndes' prized jugs to knock her backwards – not once, but twice, flattening Lowndes' chest, driving her backwards towards the wall with a determined charge.
Jessica seems initially caught off guard by the sudden resistance from Lucy. After a third forearm crashes into her cleavage, Jessica draws a breathless grunt, her cleavage bouncing painfully in her top. Lowndes brings one hand down from her rival's dark tresses and goes to intercept her foe's arm the next time it swings forward. Jessica snares her foe's bicep in one hand and then yanks her forward, swinging one knee upwards into her rival's abs. She knocks all the air recently recovered from between Lucy’s lips.
Hale pushes back on Jessica's shoulders with one hand as her other hand immediately shoots down to her abs, lungs burning as she can't seem to catch her breath. For the record, Lowndes appears to have no interest in allowing her to do so.
Jessica smirks confidently as she pulls Lucy over into a doubled over position, level with her breasts, “I know that you don't really have what it takes to compete in a JMD match, little girl, so you're unlikely to get to experience this very often, but I think you need to understand exactly what you're up against here if you're going to play with the BIG girls...”
Jessica yanks Lucy's suddenly shocked face into her waiting cleavage, forearms folding around the back of her head to make her face practically disappear into her jugs.
Instantly, Lucy was thrashing as she pushed at Lowndes' surprisingly brawny biceps and swatted at her lower back, hips and torso, trying to twist free, her tresses tugged tightly to draw her closer into Lowndes' sweaty chest. Lucy screamed angrily, the sound muffled, Hale still having difficulty drawing air as she kept being denied it by Lowndes and this time, in humiliating fashion. She tries to keep bucking free, but is unable to get a good angle for any forearms or offense. Running out of options, she reaches up to pull at Jessica's hair, savagely yanking as she tries to get her head free.
Lowndes snarls, retaliating with a yank of Lucy’s hair, pulling her foe's reddened features free from her cleavage. She thumps another knee to Hale's normally taut abs and pulls Lucy up to face her, “Listen, you're going OUT in my jugs, Lucy, so don't fight it. I'm better than you and it's time you learned that. Do you understand, bytch?”
Lucy couldn't answer as she draws in air desperately, rasping, so Jessica nods her foe’s head up and down in a puppeteer's “yes”, pulled Lucy’s hair to do so. But, as Lucy couldn't really speak, Vanessa Hudgens decided to do it for her.
Coming up behind Jessica, Vanessa had mostly recovered from the torturous toilet treatment administered by Lowndes. She reached for Jessica's hair and then Lucy's – with both of them having only a second to realize something was wrong. Nessa suddenly smacked their foreheads together with a loud crash! The collision sent both of them limp at once, in a daze, with Nessa releasing Jessica for a moment, holding onto Lucy's hair.
“Can't believe you two fell for that again and it was even MORE satisfying the second time!” Vanessa smirked, “It sounds SO freaking empty when the two of your heads hit together, but then again, that sounds about right. Just a lot of space to rent up there between you two dumbasses!”
She shoves Lucy back up against the wall and lets her slide down against it, Hale’s eyes glassy.
Nessa then storms in the opposite direction for Jessica. She snatches up her hair and runs forward, going to sling her foe’s forehead up against the unforgiving porcelain of the toilet. After impact, Jessica slumps down in a dazed puddle on the carpet. Vanessa reaches down to tug her rival's prone form off of the floor, planning on shoving her head down into the toilet with a snarl, “Now it's your turn to stay, puppy!” as she reaches down to patronizingly pat her rival's head.
Jessica's head whips out of the bowl, doused. She sputters and squeals in indignant outrage, but is unable to respond as Nessa thumps her face down into the toilet seat with a thud. Lowndes sprawls, moaning. Now, it's Nessa's turn to stride off in search of Mishy, who is managing to roll to all fours, having sufficiently caught her breath from the smother attempt.
However, it's not too last. Vanessa immediately comes forward, gripping Mishy's hair. She yanks the blonde’s head forward between her thighs for a standing headscissors. Vanessa instantly pulses her powerful thighs, squeezing and looking to crush Williams' noggin between them with a savage snarl.
“Feel the power, Mishy? That's power that your chubby thighs can never attain, that your weak body can never master and that you won't ever be able to get for yourself. That's because it's mine and so are you. I'm YOUR conqueror, Mishy and you deserve everything you get, you stupid little skank!”
Mishy can only moan in response, the sound muffled between her foe’s tawny thighs. She pushes at Nessa's toned legss as brushes her hands along the floor, slapping desperately. Her fingers suddenly brush the discarded Tony Award. Gripping it between her fingers, she listens to Nessa rant about her superiority. The words drive Mishy to continue to compete and she brings the base of the statue smashing down on Nessa's toes.
Nessa yelps mid-taunt, losing her scissors and her grip on Mishy's hair. Williams is able to slide her head backwards, popping it free from between Hudgen's legs. She rests her head against Nessa's abs. Feeling the sensation of Nessa's hated midriff against her features, Mishy swears she won't be taking tummy tonight. She grips Hudgens’ sweaty hips and launches herself upwards, bringing the top of her head underneath Nessa's chin with a loud crack that echoes throughout the room. The impromptu maneuver sends Nessa sprawling backwards like a cut tree, Hudgens falling backwards onto a table.
Nessa does her best to stay upright, reaching for anything as she blinks and struggles to focus, but her blurred vision doesn't allow her to catch anything and instead she ends up knocking various items off of the table. They crash to the floor and moments later, so does Nessa. Mishy rises to her feet for a moment. Although Nessa got the worst of it, the impromptu headbutt has her feeling lightheaded as she falls to her butt, then to her back as she tries to clear the fog from her mind.
The Tony Award slips from her fingertips and it rolls to the center of the room – the trophy ending between all four fierce flyweight competitors, all in varying states of consciousness and fatigue – sprawled out, the victrix would seemingly whomever managed to rise up. Each woman struggles to recover, it clear none of these ladies wanted to throw away their shot at claiming superiority and Tony.
It’s the blonde in the group who succeeds first, groaning as she roils and pushes to all fours. Michelle crawls to ‘her’ award and snatches it, then heads on hands and knees toward the door, happy to call it a night.
Having moved only a few feet in that direction, her left ankle is surrounded by the palms of a weary but standing Jessica.
“Did I say you could leave, loser?”
Likely with the most power in the group, Lowndes drags a mewling Mishy back to where she’d started her abbreviated trip, then reaches down and sinks a set of nails into the blonde’s shoulder, hauling Mishy to her feet. She spins Michelle to face her.
“Hand it over or I’ll…”
“You’re stepping on my line, bytch,” Nessa interrupts. “Mishy and the hunk of junk are mine.”
Hudgens makes the huddle a threesome, the women grappling with each other for leverage and possession of the prize when the Pretty Little Puncher steps into the dance to make her claim. It’s quickly a four-way free-for-all, the flyweights gathered in a circle of huffing, grunting, straining beauty. Tony was not the symbol it had been at the beginning of the night, but instead represented who was the toughest among them.
Lucy makes a startling claim. With her and Jessica on opposite sides of the circle, Hale seems ready to retreat, but it’s only a single step. She uses that step to send a punt between Jessica’s sinewy thighs. Lucy hits her target flush, clear from the heartrending chirp from Jessica and the look of anguish on Lowndes’ face.
As Jessica collapses to her knees, Lucy grabs handfuls of flaxen and ebony locks from the women at her sides. Unwilling to simply let the bitter rivals continue their career-long struggle on its own, she draws back the heads of the previously preoccupied combatants and swings their foreheads together, Mishy and Nessa knocking coconuts.
“You see,” Hale informs, a wobbling Hudgens, “I can learn.”
Lucy shoves the still clinched duo to the right, the women staggering, trying to keep themselves upright, but unable.
Suddenly, Lucy feels a kneeling Jessica leaning heavily on the dark-haired cutie, Lowndes’ left cheek resting against Hale’s hip, her hands between her thighs.
“You little…” Jessica manages.
Lucy sinks her nails into Jessica’s scalp and rams a knee into Lowndes’ temple, ending Jessica’s commentary and, from the glazed look in her eyes, any coherence. Hale shoves what’s left of Jessica to the floor, Lowndes spreading out in a starfish, flat on her back, Lucy hovering in a standing straddle over Jess.
“Shut the hell up.”
From the looks, Jessica would be doing so for a significant time.
As Lucy confirms she’s pared things to three, Mishy and Nessa have hit the ground hard, Tony squeezing loose from both sets of hands when Williams has the good fortune to land atop her rival and splash Vanessa beneath.
Head still throbbing from the forced butt, Mishy feels the give in Nessa after her impromptu landing on the tawny-skinned beauty. Going nose to nose, chest to chest and tummy to tummy with Nessa, Mishy rises a few inches off and plops down on Hudgens again, drawing another ‘oooof’.
The blonde touches nose tips. “Do we finally understand who the conqueror is?”
Vanessa shrieks, the words seeming to have flipped an adrenaline switch. She grabs Mishy by the shoulders and spins the blonde, Nessa ending up on top and pressing down. She lifts a right arm and blisters a forearm strike into Mishy’s jaw, snapping her head to the side.
“You know I am,” Vanessa shouts. “I’M THE CONQUEROR. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.”
A dazed Michelle tries to roll out from under Nessa, but Hudgens collects Mishy’s wrists, crossing them and pinning them in place over Williams’ head with her hands.
A squirming Mishy, growing concern in her hazel eyes, shifts her hips, trying to buck Vanessa off, but Nessa won’t have it, riding out the efforts until an exhausted Williams huffs in frustration and then fear as Hudgens slides up her rival’s body.
It takes but a few seconds before Mishy’s anxiety-stricken face disappears from view under Nessa’s tummy. Vanessa smears her flawless tawny abs into the ivory, elfin features of Mishy. Williams heaves against Hudgens’ hips. But again, for Michelle, Hudgens is immovable, her arms weakly shoving before flailing at her sides, a muffled voice from below emerging.
“IGIVMMMMPPPHHH”
But Vanessa is insistent in giving the conquered the full tummy treatment and Nessa keeps on the ragdolled blonde until Mishy’s arms ae used for tapping out a surrender before finally flopping limply to her sides.
“And that,” Vanessa gasps. “Is that.”
“It is.”
The voice comes from behind and overhead, as does a knee that SLAMS into the lower spine of Vanessa. Landing on and pinning Vanessa to her blonde mattress, Lucy laces her fingers and cups them under Vanessa’s chin. She YANKS back on the modified clutch, testing the vertebrae and will of Hudgens.
Already drenched in sweat from conquering Mishy, Vanessa grunts out half a threat before her verbalizations are no more than groans.
“None of you gave me a chance at domination,” Lucy shouts. “Well, unless you haven’t been paying attention. I’M THE DAMN CHAMP!”
Releasing her underhand grip, Lucy’s arms snake around Nessa’s noggin in a tightly secured sleeper. She leans heavily atop the back of Hudgens, sandwiching Nessa between her and the KOd Mishy.
Vanessa flails wildly for a few seconds, but quickly the thrashing slows.
“Who’s your conqueror?” Hale whispers in Vanessa’s ear and there is no comeback, verbal or otherwise, Vanessa puddling into unconsciousness atop the snoozing Michelle.
Giving Nessa’s body a shake that receives no response, the Pretty Little Puncher knows she’s completed the job and, with a satisfied sigh, releases her grip and rises to a kneeling straddle of Vanessa. She spins Nessa to her back and fashions the FCBA icons into a comatose ‘X’, Hudgens atop Williams.
Pushing to her feet, she finds both Tony and her phone. She takes a glance at an insensate Jessica and grabs a quick pic. Lucy then drops back to a straddle on her haunches atop Nessa and Mishy for a close-up.
“Smile for Snapchat, ladies.”
Hale takes several so she can decide which meet the grade for posting, making sure she ‘selfies’ her way into the foreground of a few.
“And to think, you all thought I would never be more than a pushover. Life’s funny, eh?”
The remaining three remain silent, but chances seem likely none of those left to be found by the ceremony clean-up crew would be laughing it up.
As for Jessica Lange, she’d have to get a replacement. Lucy had the perfect place on her mantle for this bent, nicked and yet ideal trophy.
A Night Out At The Tony Awards
(Featuring Jessica Lowndes / Lucy Hale)
(Words: HISC / Lookout!)
(NOTE: This is footage recently provided to FCBA Magazine from the 70th Annual Tony Awards, which took place on June 12, 2016. Although we've reached out to all parties involved, thus far, we have received 'no comment' from each stable. However, now that the footage is public, we may hear from each of the fighters directly. Regardless, this is for you - our fans and the public at large - to enjoy as another award show brawl takes place!)
Tonight, it doesn't get any bigger than this for those who are fans of Broadway as it is the Official 70th Tony Awards, hosted by James Corden and returning to the Beacon Theatre in New York City after a three-year hiatus away with Radio City Music Hall. As such, it was a largely celebratory affair, although certain world events had projected some level of solemnity over the events. But, as Broadway so often tells us, “the show must go on.” and so it certainly did.
For those of you who may be not be aware, the Tony Awards (officially known as the Antoinette Perry Award for Excellence In Theatre), recognize special achievement in live Broadway theatre. It's an annual ceremony, presented by the American Theatre Wing and the Broadway League, with the awards named after “Antoinette 'Tony' Perry”, who was the co-founder of the American Theatre Wing. The Tony Awards are the highest honor for those participating in American theatre, which are equal to the Academy Awards (movies), Grammy Awards (music), Emmy Awards (telelvision) and in fact, getting an EGOT is one of the highest recognitions that the industry can offer.
The Tony Awards is the final award of the year and unfortunately, none of the actors up tonight are up for such an achievement, with the big story being the continued record-setting excellence of “Hamilton.” But, one of the biggest races has nothing to do with Broadway and is for Best Performance by a Leading Actress In A Play, featuring a slew of impressive actresses such as Laurie Metcalf, Jessica Lange, Sophie Okonedo, Lupita Nyong'o and Michelle Williams.
It was a hotly contested race, but one which ultimately went to Jessica Lange for Long Day's Journey Into Night. When the award was announced, Michelle Williams did her best to smile and clap approvingly for the winner, but no doubt she was absolutely seething inside.
Vanessa Hudgens, on the other hand, was positively ecstatic, less so for Jessica Lance and more for the heartbreak bestowed on one Michelle Williams as she was in attendance, like she usually was whenever Michelle was up for a big award.
As expected, the biggest honor of the night went to Hamilton and as they closed out the show with a rousing rendition of “The Schuyler Sisters.”, singing proudly and imploring the crowd to “Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now! History is happening in Manhattan
and we just happen to be In the greatest city in the world!” and Vanessa didn't think anything could spoil her mood.
That is, until she ran into Jessica Lowndes.
Vanessa's eyes narrowed but maintained a confident smirk as well, certain that nothing could ruin tonight, “What are you doing here? Were you on your way to the MTV or Teen Choice Awards and got lost, Jessi?” as she continued strutting forward.
Jessica maintained her smile, although her cheeks flushed a bit as she walked up beside Nessa, sliding her arm through hers as they walked side by side. Vanessa rolled her eyes as she certainly didn't want any photographs of her with Jessica Lowndes but continued the charade as Jessica responded coolly, “Of course not, Nessa. I have a big appreciation for the theater but honestly, I'm here because I was hoping I would run into you, honey.”
“I don't know why, sweetie...” Vanessa said, trying to maintain her composure as they continued to walk side by side through the hallways, “You and I have absolutely NOTHING in common. I can't stand you and certainly don't want to stand beside you. If we weren't surrounded by the elite of the theatre, I would be kicking your fat ass up and down the red carpet...”
Jessica giggled, grinning, “I'm sure you'd freaking try and trust me, if you want to end yourself getting humiliated here, we can make that happen. But, Nessa, I'm here because there is somebody who is just dying to meet you. They have been SO impressed with your own Broadway run on Gigi and of course, your big turn on Grease: Live!”
Vanessa remained skeptical, but did smile more broadly, “I'm glad that people are starting to take notice of my talents. Is there anything I can't do really?”
“Don't worry, Nessa dear...” Jessica said, patting her on the arm as she continued to steer her down the hallway, “There have been plenty of people who have noticed exactly what you're good at.”
On the other end of things, Michelle Williams was trying to get out to reconnect with her friend Busy Phillips, who had accompanied her to the Tony Awards tonight and trying to avoid any questions from various red carpet reporters about her loss tonight as that was one thing she didn't want to think about. Smiling and making small talk with various other celebrities as she neared the exit, she ran directly into Lucy Hale, who was the current flyweight champion of the Female Celebrity Boxing Association (FCBA).
“Hi there Michelle!” Lucy beamed, “I am so sorry you lost here tonight, but I am so happy to see you!”
Lucy gave Michelle a little hug, which Williams returned to Hale as they both squeezed each other perhaps a little too tightly.
Michelle was a little surprised, but managed to smile back, “It's such a surprise to see you too and of course, I definitely wanted to win but I am certain I'll be be back on the winning track soon enough!”
As the two of them separated, Mishy was certain to give Lucy's waist a little tap and as the two locked eyes, there was no question as to what Michelle had in mind.
“Way to stay optimistic and positive...” Lucy said with a laugh, “That's one thing I've always admired about you. Even when things are absolutely at their worst, like when you had to retire last year, you stayed positive and found your way back.”
Michelle beamed, though gazed coolly at Lucy as the two of them started to walk side by side down the hallways, “Well, I'm always impressed with how you've battled back over the years. When you lose your first 9 or 10 matches, however many it was and then come back to beat Nessa for the flyweight championship, you can't help but take notice.”
“I appreciated your comments on my win, although I do recall you saying you could have beaten Nessa in half the time.” Vanessa said, a little edge entering her voice.
“Nobody knows better than me on how to get into Nessa's head and beat her at her own game...” Mishy said with a cool air of confidence.
“Nobody knows better than you on how to lose to her either...” Lucy said with a quick retort, “But, I'm sure you've had enough of losing for one night, Mish, but I'm here because there is somebody who is just breathless with anticipation in meeting you.”
“To be honest, I was wondering what you were doing here....” Michelle said as Lucy guided her through the hallways, “You certainly don't have anything to do with Broadway.”
“I love the theatre...” Lucy said with a grin, “It's amazing how a night out on the town on Broadway can bring people together..” as Lucy opened up a door, stepping into what appeared to be a large storage or dressing room, “The best of friends and...”
“The worst of enemies!” Jessica Lowndes announced as she opened up the door from the other end, shoving Vanessa inside while Lucy did the same to a surprised Michelle.
Behind them, the doors locked quickly and satisfied laughter could be heard from both Hale and Lowndes as Michelle Williams and Vanessa Hudgens were face to face – glaring at one another instantly as they sized each other up and approached each other cautiously.
Neither of them said a word for several minutes, though eventually Michelle broke the silence.
“Well, well Nessa...” Michelle said with a smirk, hands on her hips, “I haven't seen you since I conquered you in the ring. This is the first time I've seen you since then, unless you've been seeing me in your nightmares, bytch.”
“Mish, you haven't conquered shyt...” Vanessa snarled back, face flushing instantly, “You certainly haven't conquered me. Flyweight is MY division, no matter whether that Pathetic Little Puncher tells herself and no matter what you tell yourself. I'm the queen and...”
“You ended up slumbering in my jugs and underneath my better body, just like you always seem to, Nessa. Notice how I was nominated here tonight and you weren't. Class gets noticed and you, on the other hand, just can't seem to compete...” Michelle shot back furiously.
“I've always managed to compete with you. Lest you've forgotten already, which wouldn't surprise me with how old you are, I retired your inferior ass and just because you managed to crawl back in for one last run like some horror movie villain, doesn't mean you're in my league.” Vanessa hissed, with of them coming dangerously close to one another.
“Given how “old” I am, it must drive you insane to know I'm still hotter than you, fitter than you, tougher than you and can run circles around you all night long until you pass out at my feet again, because I am YOUR Conqueror.” Michelle hisses right back, the two of them just a few inches from each other now.
“You are NOT!” Vanessa almost shouts as she steps forward, unleashing a vicious bytchslap that whips Michelle's head to the side, sending her staggering a little bit as she puts all of her weight behind it.
“Yes I AM!” Michelle shouts back as she rubs her cheek with one hand, then jumps forward to unleash a hard forehand shot of her own that lands with a loud CRACK! across Vanessa's cheek as she is sent backpedaling a few steps from the force of the shot.
Vanessa goes to lunge forward again, but Michelle steps back as Nessa spits out, “What's the matter – are you scared you are going to lose AGAIN tonight?”
Michelle's eyes narrow as she hisses, “No – this is a Louis Vuitton gown though – I'm not going to let it get shredded by a sl*t like you just because you're jealous.” as Michelle goes to slip out of it, showing off her taut body in a tight pair of purple bra and panties, looking every inch royalty as she hangs up the dress properly.
“Mine is a Maria Lucia Hohan gown and I'm not going to let you ruin it either, Mishy, but I got to OWN your jealous ass at the Academy Awards and getting to do it at the Tony Awards too would be fantastic. Maybe if you can learn to sing and get on television, I can beat you at the Grammy and Emmy Awards too to get my own personal EGOT of beating you up, sl*t.” Vanessa responded as she removed her dress and hung it up properly as she showed off her gorgeous and fit body in a red pair of bra and panties.
Once they had changed into something more suitable for a catfight, the two of them circled one another for a seconds, trading insults before the two of them lunged towards one another aggressively. The two of them collided in the middle of the room, immediately exchanging a torrent of taunts and a rapid-fire pace of slaps as the loud grunts, cursing and cracks of palm-on-cheeks echoed throughout the room. Both Michelle and Vanessa did their best to bully each other backwards towards the wall, as they tummied up against one another, abs slapping against one another just as aggressively as their palms as they pushed up on proud legs to prove their superiority over their rival!
Energized by yet another awards show loss and knowing what Vanessa had managed at the Oscars pre-show not all that many years ago, Michelle manages to backpedal the FCBA’s “fittest flyweight” into the wall behind her, the blonde sandwiching her rival tight. She raises a left arm tight under Hudgens’ chin and presses Nessa’s noggin to the side.
“I don’t know what Hale and Lowndes have against you, putting you in a room with me on another damn night like this,” Michelle growls. “And I don’t appreciate being manipulated by either.”
Michelle balls her right hand and sends it sinking into Vanessa’s tawny midriff, drawing a satisfying ‘ooooph’ from Hudgens.
“But I’m willing to make the best of it.”
The blonde buries another one, two, three piston-like right fists into Nessa’s tummy, Hudgens’ body reflexively trying to double over but Mishy’s controlling left forearm keeping her rival straight and glued to the dressing room wall.
Michelle doubles down on her attack, raising and delivering a right knee to her favorite target. She removes the forearm from under Vanessa’s chin so Nessa can stagger away bent and groaning in her red undergarments.
“I’d like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to create the best comeback in the history of the FCBA,” Williams says, “releasing me from the retirement agreement.”
Michelle walks after the retreating Nessa.
“But to do that, I’d also have to thank you for forcing on me the two biggest embarrassments of my life. You made me your bytch after that best-of-seven war and then again at the post-match conference.”
Williams plants the sole of her right foot on the red satin covering Vanessa’s ass and shoves her toward a row of dressing room tables, a rectangle of lights surrounding the mirror at each station.
“When I put everything I had into that match and you STILL beat me and then you made me a doormat afterward, I was almost glad I’d made it a retirement match. Because in the back of my mind. Hell. In the front of it. You had conquered me. You had.”
Michelle forces Vanessa into a seat, thumping Nessa’s ass into the thinly padded chair. She draws Nessa’s face toward the mirror slowly but firmly, moving Hudgens’ nose to within a couple inches of the reflective surface.
“For a LONG time, I would have been scared to face you again. Scared you’d broken me.”
Vanessa twists and squirms, trying to escape the grips on her long ebony locks and left shoulder, but Mishy keeps her rival seated and staring into the mirror, Hudgens’ face growing flushed from frustration.
“But slowly I realized I wasn’t going to let my career end like that, end it as your bytch and, with a little bit of nudging, you gave me the opportunity. And well, I just want to say…”.
Mishy spins Vanessa to face her, tugging Hudgens up from her seated position.
“Thank you.”
Mish releases her grip on Vanessa’s dark mane and sends a right cross barreling at Nessa’s jaw, but Hudgens gets a left forearm up to block it, Mishy’s hazel eyes going wide with surprise.
Before she can load up another, Vanessa drives a right knee into Michelle’s ribs and those peepers get wider still, the blonde scooting away, an arm wrapping protectively around her bruised, ivory-skinned midriff.
“I don’t know if that was acting,” Vanessa hisses. “If it was, maybe you did deserve that award.”
Nessa paintbrushes Michelle’s lowered left cheek with an open right hand, Williams’ head whiplashing in the opposite direction.
“Either way, I’m glad you admitted to yourself I’m better. Now we just have to remind you why.”
The women throw their bodies at each other, meeting in a meaty ‘smeck’ of supple frames. Arms wrap tight in a set of bearhugs. If not for the labored breathing and writhing pulchritude, the uninitiated might have thought the pair friends, if for a moment. But as the perspiration starts to gather like dew on their dermis, each tries to trip the other to the tile floor ringing the dressing tables.
The hatred hangs in the air like the growing humidity, apparently Hale and/or Lowndes having been so nice as to work some HVAC magic and have the air conditioning turned off. The blonde and raven-haired actresses curse under and over their heaving breaths, their wrapping upper limbs reaching up to grab onto the others’ locks.
Michelle’s shorter, barely shoulder-length bob proves more suitable than Nessa’s longer raven strands and Mishy latches on, swinging Hudgens’ head from side to side, disorienting her enough to swing the tawny-skinned cutie over a hip and trip her to the tile.
Still embracing Michelle as she falls, Vanessa manages to bring Mishy down with her, but the blonde lands on top of Hudgens, blasting the breath from Nessa in a makeshift splash.
Disoriented herself from the tumble, Mish is slow to find Vanessa’s wrists and pin her to the cool ceramic. A desperate Nessa clamps onto Michelle’s shoulders, using the grips to push the blonde down her body, escaping from under Williams.
She scrambles to her chest, pushing to all fours and crawling for some breathing room, but the nominee snags an ankle and draws the retreating Nessa toward her.
“I won’t say kicking your ass will make up for another awards’ night snub, but…”
Michelle doesn’t get to finish her sentence as Vanessa yanks her foot free and uses it to donkey kick Williams in the chin, snapping the blonde’s head back and leaving her seated on the floor, eyes glassy and head bobbling.
Vanessa, once she notices no one has leapt on her back, turns to her own seat and, for a split-second relaxes after seeing Michelle’s state, sweeping her long ebony locks behind her.
“Glass,” she says matter-of-factly. “Always was. Always will be.”
After a couple long tugs of oxygen into her lungs, Vanessa pushes her way up, keeping a watchful set of dark, smoky eyes on a wobbly Michelle do the same. When she sees Mishy give her a head a rattle to clear a cobweb or two, it’s a red cape in front of a bull and Nessa charges the blonde.
Hudgens dips a right shoulder and SPEARS the holy hell out of the purple-clad Mishy, Williams’ body folding around it with a loud grunt. A wide-eyed, breathless Michelle is carried into a large collection of empty swag packages, the ceremonial gifts already having been distributed. She’s thrown into the empty cardboard cubes, landing with a terrific crash then disappearing into the scattered containers, buried.
On her knees, Nessa inspects the chaos, noticing a few boxes moving center-left, an arm poking out.
“You alright in there, loser,” Vanessa shouts. “Did I put you back in your ‘conquered’ box?”
Vanessa smirked as she waited for a response, but didn't receive one as she approached the tattered box confidently and seeing Mishy's splayed limbs sticking out as she laughed, “That's why I'm better than you because I can think outside of the box, you blonde bim...”
However, Mishy was happy to be innovative regardless of where she was, panting out, “You can't put me back in the box and pretend I don't exist anymore, Nessa – I'm in your head!!” as one of her soles shot out, slamming into Vanessa's tawny midriff as she staggers backwards. Mishy goes to push herself upright, swooning a bit as she stepped forward to launch another kick that hammered into Hudgen's ribcage. Mishy steps forward to launch a hard forearm to Vanessa's chest, but Hudgens manages to breathlessly slip underneath it as she launches a hard shoulder that crashes into Mishy's alabaster abs and lifting her up, she delivers a brutal BACK BODY DROP that sends her smashing back down into the pile of boxes.
Thankfully, the mass of cardboard boxes helped break her fall, but didn't prevent Mishy from sprawling out in a daze as her vision stares back up at Nessa, who swiftly positions herself over her long-time rival as she goes to adjust her panties as she starts to lower herself down, her proud jugs hovering down to humble Mishy as she hisses, “You're going back into the box, Pandora and I am NEVER letting you out again. You're falling back underneath my jugs and my control – you can dream about what winning a Tony Award or beating me might feel like, bytch...”
Mishy was horrified but her arms and legs were not responding as she felt Vanessa's jugs start to brush against her features and Vanessa's lips curled into a confident smirk, eyes lighting up with malicious intent. So intent, in fact, was Vanessa that she failed to hear the doors open on either side as Lucy Hale and Jessica Lowndes enter the room. Gripping Vanessa's hair, Jessica gripped her tresses tightly and jerked her head forward to slam her head into the wall with a loud THUD that sent an unprepared Vanessa slumping to the floor.
Lucy Hale grinned, “It's cute that you two think that you can continue to rule the FCBA when you've been surpassed....” as she steps forward to a dazed Michelle Williams, who was trying to sit up, but a swift kick across her cheek sent her crashing back to the floor.
Jessica Lowndes yanked Vanessa, who was in a stupor, up to her feet as she sent her a brutal backhand that sent her staggering to the side, “Mishy can pretend all she wants, but I'm the TRUE conqueror of Nessa and my record against Mishy speaks for itself...”
Nessa staggered to the side, just in time to run into a hard-hitting slap from Lucy Hale who grinned, “But between us, only one of us is the flyweight Championship, having taken it from Nessa's waist and who would that be? Oh that's right – ME!” as she delivered a hard knee up towards Nessa's tummy that doubled her over.
“For now, little Lucy....” Jessica scowled, reaching for Nessa's hair again to draw her forward for a standing scissors as her sculpted legs wrapped tightly around her head, thighs pulsing as she kept squeezing, drawing loud moans from Nessa, “Because while you are its present, I am the future of the flyweight division. I've beaten you before and when I'm ready to put the title back around my waist, I'll do it again!”
Lucy stepped forward to give Jessica an angry shove, palms pressing into her rival's impressive cleavage as she loses her balance and knocks Lowndes backwards, “No, you got lucky once and that was then. Now, I'm the best flyweight in the division and nobody is going to take the title away from me. Not you, not Mish and not Nessa!” as she spins around, sending her foot out towards Nessa's chest to send her falling towards her back.
Lucy smirked, stepping over Nessa now as she wiggled her posterior back and forth, “You seemed to have a lot to say about my ass before I kicked yours and took the belt away. Now, you're going to get a nice, long look at it...”
Nessa groaned out, shaking her head back and forth as she struggled to catch her breathe, but panting out, “But, you need to know....”
Lucy raised an eyebrow, grinning, “Oh – any famous last words, Nessa, before I put you out again?”
“What you need to know is that when you were getting your start on the CW with Privileged...” Vanessa rasped out, “Jessica over there is one of the leading reasons it got canceled – didn't – didn't want it competing with 90210...”
Lucy shook her head and laughed, “Is that the best you've got, bytch? That's ancient history and it worked out great, because I joined Pretty Little Liars after that, remember?” as Lucy goes to lower her butt down again.
“Glad you're feeling so understanding now, but you didn't always feel that way!” Vanessa groaned out, “You remember when 90210 got canceled – didn't you and your co-stars go over to the set to prank the set on its final day of filming?”
A sharp intake of breathe came from the direction of Jessica Lowndes, who stood there, hands crossed over her chest as she stepped forward, “That was YOU and the rest of those prissy little punchers?”
Lucy shook her head, eyes widening, “Of course not – you can't think that I had anything to do with that...” as she stepped forward, speaking calmly “Vanessa is a manipulator and you can't trust her!”
Jessica was seething, “You and your pathetic little friends came over to ruin what was already a super emotional day because why? Jealousy? Couldn't stand that I was a bigger star than you ever could be? Pissed off that I'm better than you...” as she steps forward threateningly.
“None of those things are true, Jessica – notice how YOUR show is gone and MINE is still going. My career is better than yours, in Hollywood and the FCBA...” as Lucy started to get upset, stepping forward angrily as well, “You just need to shut up!”
Jessica Lowndes charged forward, going to crash into Lucy and Hale was ready to repel the rush, or would've if Vanessa, opportunistic as always, hadn't sent her foot flying upwards to crash between Lucy's unsuspecting thighs. Hale doubled over, hands shooting between her legs in shock as Lowndes either didn't notice or didn't care as she tackled Hale backwards onto the floor.
Vanessa used the moment to lay backwards, chest rising and falling as she caught her breathe, but Lucy was not afforded the same opportunity as an agonized Hale found her hair being tugged every which way and her head thumping back into the carpet to daze her.
Lucy squealed as Jessica kept thumping her head down against the carpet, snarling with each tug of her hair, “YOU – REALLY – THINK – YOU'RE – BETTER – LUCY – YOU – PATHETIC – LITTLE – PRETENDER!!” as Lucy struggled to stay focused, trying to buck Jessica off. Although she momentarily succeeded, Jessica just extended those long legs of hers and started to squeeze whatever little air remained past her lips as Jessica pulsed her thighs. Lucy wiggled and squirmed, kicking frantically and slapping away, trying to escape but she wasn't going anywhere as things didn't look good for her.
Jessica smirked as she kept crushing her foe like a python squeezing its prey before there was suddenly a noise behind them as Jessica Lange, esteemed actress and tonight's winner of the Tony Award for Leading Actress in a Play, accidentally entered the room. Apparently in their excitement for the ambush, either Lucy or Nessa had forgotten to lock the door behind them as the actress entered. Eyes widening in shock at the four celebrities, engaged in various levels of heated combat, seeing something more surprising and horrific than she had in all of her time on American Horror Story (AHS) and caught by surprise, she stumbled out of the room and dropped her Tony Award in the process as it landed with a thud on the carpet nearby Michelle Williams, whose eyes fluttered open weakly.
Jessica Lange wasn't the only Jessica caught by surprise as Lowndes lost her scissors on Lucy, who popped free of the scissors and went to roll away to freedom. Lowndes was in hot pursuit as she started to stagger to her feet, but just in time for a freshly invigorated Vanessa Hudgens to come in for a wild dropkick – both soles slamming into to her face – with the impact crashing in to send her flying through the air. Lowndes crashed down onto the floor, eyes unfocused as she groaned out in shock, kicking her feet as Vanessa made her way to her feet.
Looking over at a retreating Lucy Hale as she hissed and lunged forward, grabbing her legs as she dragged her over to the middle of the room, going to flip her over towards her back as she adjusted her bottoms and hissed, “And where do you think you're going, Lucy loser? Thinking you're going somewhere after you just tried to smother me with your gross ass? I – Don't – Think – SO!” as she went to lower her posterior down towards a horrified Hale.
Just as she did, however, a hard thump crashed across the back of her head to send Vanessa falling forward like a felled tree to her knees, vision blurry as she looked up into the tummy, then lifted upwards to look over the cleavage and into the furious eyes of one Michelle Williams.
“You seem to be looking up at me a lot lately, don’t’ you?” a delighted Mishy asks, staring into Nessa’s dark, glassy eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt Tony again. You on the other hand.”
Michelle lifts a knee into Vanessa’s jaw and sends her sprawling. The blonde moves to the row of dressing tables and softly places the trophy she should have won carefully in place for safekeeping.
“Fate knows you belong with me,” the blonde says to her prize.
Williams bends down and gives the award a peck with her cupid’s arrow lips but the lovefest is short-lived. From behind, Lucy sinks a set of nails into Williams’ flaxen locks, Michelle screeching. The Pretty Little Puncher spins Mish and lifts her to a seat on the table in front of the mirrors and lights, treating Williams as the second trophy in the room.
“Whoa. Hold on,” Mishy squeals. “You don’t want to…”
Apparently Hale did as, with her free hand, she “THWUMPS” an overloaded powder puff into Michelle’s mug. A huge cloud emerges from around Williams’ face and when it clears the blonde is choking on the remaining dust, her features pale as the powder.
“Don’t tell me what I want,” Lucy informs. “I’m the World Champion and you’re all wannabes.”
Lucy delivers a powerful forearm smash to Mishy’s jaw that lays the Hall of Famer out on the table across a couple ‘workstations’.
“And you’re an old one.”
The diminutive titleholder starts to roll Mishy’s carcass off of Tony to take a closer look when she can feel someone approaching from behind, trying to duplicate what she’d done to Michelle. Lucy sends a blind mule kick behind her. She feels and hears a meaty connection and turns to find Jessica doubled over, bugeyed and gasping.
“I…REALLY…THINK…I’M…BETTER,” Hale explains.
Lucy grabs Jessica by the shoulders and forces her into a seat, turning it toward the mirrors.
“Let’s see if we can make you look like the clown you are.”
Lucy searches for some shadow and liner and rouge and starts gathering her resources when it’s her turn to be tugged by her dark locks. Her makeover of Jessica interrupted by Vanessa, Hudgens pulls Lowndes up from her seat with her opposite clenching palm. She faces the women toward each other.
“You two ruined the party I was about to have with that.”
Nessa shrugs toward the softly stirring Michelle.
“Next time. When a plan is working. Don’t overthink it.”
Pulling the heads of Lucy and Jessica back as far as she can, Nessa sends them rocketing forward to CLUNK foreheads together. The women whiplash in opposite directions from the meeting of the minds. While Jessica staggers down an aisle leading to the lavatory, little Lucy plops her taut cheeks down on a low-slung couch in a nearby conversation nook.
Vanessa assesses the damage around her. She was the cream in this lot, hell any lot, and predictably had risen to the top. The tawny-skinned beauty in red plays eenie-meenie among the three other FCBA superstars and decides she can’t pass following Lowndes to the little girl’s room.
Striding after her target, Vanessa catches Jess from behind as Lowndes nears the first stall. With an interlocking elbow and a 90-degree swing, Nessa guides Jessica toward the porcelain bowl and follows behind. Or starts to.
In the blink of an eye, Jessica SLAMS the door behind her and the metal CLACKS into Nessa’s face. When the door pops back open, little birdies are flying around the head of the so-called fittest.
“Oh girl,” Jess spits. “So many mistakes. And this was the worst.”
Lowndes sinks her right set of nails into Nessa’s ebony strands and pulls her in for a conference. Jess lifts and DRIVES a raised knee into Hudgens’ flawless abs and finds it takes two more to get the desired effect, a gagging, groaning and dipped Nessa.
Lowndes pushes Vanessa to her knees to pray in front of the bowl. A squeak of protest emerges from Hudgens before a growling Jessica puts the seat up and stuffs Nessa’s face into the H2O. Vanessa gurgles when under and shrieks when slipping her face out long enough to suck in a breath. But Jessica quickly shoves Hudgens in for another dip, this time adding a swirly, Jessica flushing to give Nessa a whirlpool facial.
“Where else would shyt like you go?” Jessica screams.
The shout seems to stir Lucy and Michelle from their respective stupors, Mishy rolling off the table and plopping down on the tile. Several feet away, Hale shakes out some cobwebs, pulling her little turquoise mini back into place.
The blonde scrambles, if in slow motion, to her feet and charges the sofa-bound Pretty Little Puncher. Going in guns blazing, Michelle tackles Lucy before the raven-haired cutie can fully make her feet and both women go tumbling over. Mishy’s head reemerges from behind first. But it quickly becomes evident why as a wincing Mish is like a handpuppet with Hale in her hair.
Lucy SLAMS Michelle’s face into the top of the sofa’s backrest. There’s a considerable amount of give in the cushions so it takes a good dozen to put Michelle back on Tipsy Avenue, Luce having treated Mishy’s noggin like a basketball.
Lucy forces a wobbly, blurry-eyed Williams to look into her fierce dark peepers.
“You remember when the Consortium took so much pleasure in putting us PLPers in our place? Karma’s a bytch and I can be when the time is right.”
Hale tugs Michelle up as she rises and shoves the faltering blonde over the top, Williams coming to rest on the long bench portion of the couch, face up.
Hale strides around the furniture, coated in sweat but looking resplendent.
“I’ve never used a Hall of Famer as a cushion before. What a shame no one will ever believe me.”
An adorable smirk arises.
“Unless…”
The diminutive flyweight champ reaches into her nearby clutch and pulls out her phone. She continues her walk to the splayed Williams.
“SELFIE TIME,” Lucy yips as she lowers her booty toward the wide-eyed face of the wriggling nominee.
Jessica can't help but take notice as Lucy is getting ready to smother out a horrified Mishy. She reaches down to take hold of Hudgens’ soaked, raven tresses and tug her head out of the toilet bowl. She smirks, standing over her foe with one hand on her hips then chuckles, “Well, puppy – momma has to go take care of some big girl business, but you stay. STAY, puppy!”, ordering Nessa to heel as Jess cackles wickedly.
Nessa is on her knees in front of Lowndes, water dripping down her face as she opens her mouth to retort, but ends up sputtering and gagging on toilet water instead. Jessica laughs, reaching down to tap Nessa's nose, “Bad puppy – I told you not to drink out of the toilet. Now, stay there bytch and when I get back, momma might have a treat for you!”
Vanessa couldn't speak at the moment but her hateful glare spoke volumes about Lowndes' offer. Jessica released her rival’s hair and wiped her hands of the dampness. She wrinkled her nose, snickering, “What a dumb sl*t!” leaving Hudgens on all fours, struggling to catch her breath, Vanessa’s face one of horror and disgust. Hudgens leans over the toilet bowl for a minute as if she wanted to throw up, coughing and gurgling as she clutched her tummy with one hand and the edge of the toilet with the other.
Jessica sauntered forward, adjusting her top a bit as she saw Lucy grinding her hips back and forth over a plainly horrified Mishy, the blonde struggling and pushing at Hale's tush. To no avail, however, as Lucy was not going to be dislodged from her perch – not by Williams anyway – She had a good grip on Mishy's blonde locks and a good seat as she ground her posterior back and forth in rough circles across Mishy's face, cutting off her air.
Lowndes stood there for a moment, examining her nails and placing her other hand on her hip. She chuckled, admiring Lucy's smothering technique before muttering darkly, “No, no, no – this won't do.” Her eyes flickered around the room before finding the discarded Tony award. She practically skipped over, picking it up off of the ground and slipped behind Lucy.
Hale was so focused on smothering out her foe she kept grinding down, gazing into Mishy's eyes as she cooed, “How do you like my Pretty Little Posterior, huh, Mishy? I know you think you're still the future at flyweight, but looks like you're in my rear-view mirror – literally, bytch!”
Lucy emphasized her point with another slow scrub of her glutes across Mishy's face before Lowndes came up behind her, taking the Tony Award with both hands, one on either side of the award, then sliding it in front of her foe. Lowndes pressed it roughly into Hale's throat to choke her with the it.
Lucy, in the seated position atop Mishy's face, didn't have much leverage as Lowndes pressed against her spine, breasts mushrooming against the small of her back. Hale gasped instantly, gagging as her face turned scarlet with the force of the metallic object pressing against her throat, increasing pressure being applied by Lowndes.
Jessica grinned, leaning forward as she purred into Hale's ear, grinding the award back and forth with a cruel chuckle, “While I'm sure Mishy just loves your Pretty Fat Ass, Luce, that is MY playtoy and I don't think you should be getting to enjoy her without my permission!”
Lucy struggled to push herself up a bit, but Jessica kept pulling the award tighter. It bit into Lucy's throat and Hale gurgles, face red as she gripped at Lowndes' forearms to try to push them off, pry her rival’s grip from the award and breathe again. As Hale tried to stand, she lifted her butt slightly off Mishy's face. The blonde was able to gasp in much-needed air and turn her face to the side, but Lowndes forced Hale back down so that the brunette’s rump rammed into the side of Mishy's cheek, her face colliding with the sofa. Cushions.
Mishy groaned out, splayed in a daze on the furniture as the battle between Lowndes and Lucy moves away from her. Lucy struggled to draw air as she switches tactics. Realizing she was not going to get away from Jessica in this position, she tried to focus, not easy between the lack of air and the relentless taunting from Lowndes in her ear.
“You know you're not the freaking future at flyweight either, don't you, dumbass?” Jessica asked. “If you want to know who is, you're looking at her – or you would be if you weren't getting choked out like the weak little loser you are, Lucy. If you think you're going to stand in my way, that's going to be a problem because you can't even stand in front of me now, can you? Just kneel, bimbo!”
Lucy knew she needed to act fast. She arched her body to the side, working to bring her right forearm forward as far as possible, then swing it backwards to connect with Lowndes’ thigh, ribcage and tummy. The sharp point of her elbow dug sharply into Lowndes' taut body repeatedly as Jessica attempted to keep up the choking. But Lucy kept swinging as roughly as possible, landing one elbow that inadvertently (or not) managed to connect in a glancing blow between Lowndes' thigh – a move rewarded by a loud yelp from Lowndes.
Jessica staggered backwards slightly, one hand sliding between to her throbbing crotch. A soft moan escaped her lips as she held onto the Tony Award with one hand, trying to swing it down to crash it across the top of Hale's head. Thankfully for Lucy, she managed to throw herself out of the way and instead, the Tony Award was dropped to the floor with a THUD – still intact, landing next to a gasping Michelle Williams.
Lowndes winced as she glared at a suddenly retreating Lucy, stepping onto Mishy, driving her heel into Williams’ tummy as she stormed after Hale. Mishy rolled over onto her side, clutching her abs and shaking her head back and forth from the smothering attempt by Hale, coughing angrily as she cursed under her breath, desperately working to regain it.
Jessica called out angrily, “You don't think you're getting away that easily, do you, Lucy?”
Lowndes, in hot pursuit, reached down for Lucy's hair. As she went to YANK Lucy up, Hale spun around furiously retorted – all in a single breath as that was all she could spare - “I'm not running, am I, bytch?”
Bringing her hand away from her sore and reddened throat, Lucy slams her forearm against Lowndes' prized jugs to knock her backwards – not once, but twice, flattening Lowndes' chest, driving her backwards towards the wall with a determined charge.
Jessica seems initially caught off guard by the sudden resistance from Lucy. After a third forearm crashes into her cleavage, Jessica draws a breathless grunt, her cleavage bouncing painfully in her top. Lowndes brings one hand down from her rival's dark tresses and goes to intercept her foe's arm the next time it swings forward. Jessica snares her foe's bicep in one hand and then yanks her forward, swinging one knee upwards into her rival's abs. She knocks all the air recently recovered from between Lucy’s lips.
Hale pushes back on Jessica's shoulders with one hand as her other hand immediately shoots down to her abs, lungs burning as she can't seem to catch her breath. For the record, Lowndes appears to have no interest in allowing her to do so.
Jessica smirks confidently as she pulls Lucy over into a doubled over position, level with her breasts, “I know that you don't really have what it takes to compete in a JMD match, little girl, so you're unlikely to get to experience this very often, but I think you need to understand exactly what you're up against here if you're going to play with the BIG girls...”
Jessica yanks Lucy's suddenly shocked face into her waiting cleavage, forearms folding around the back of her head to make her face practically disappear into her jugs.
Instantly, Lucy was thrashing as she pushed at Lowndes' surprisingly brawny biceps and swatted at her lower back, hips and torso, trying to twist free, her tresses tugged tightly to draw her closer into Lowndes' sweaty chest. Lucy screamed angrily, the sound muffled, Hale still having difficulty drawing air as she kept being denied it by Lowndes and this time, in humiliating fashion. She tries to keep bucking free, but is unable to get a good angle for any forearms or offense. Running out of options, she reaches up to pull at Jessica's hair, savagely yanking as she tries to get her head free.
Lowndes snarls, retaliating with a yank of Lucy’s hair, pulling her foe's reddened features free from her cleavage. She thumps another knee to Hale's normally taut abs and pulls Lucy up to face her, “Listen, you're going OUT in my jugs, Lucy, so don't fight it. I'm better than you and it's time you learned that. Do you understand, bytch?”
Lucy couldn't answer as she draws in air desperately, rasping, so Jessica nods her foe’s head up and down in a puppeteer's “yes”, pulled Lucy’s hair to do so. But, as Lucy couldn't really speak, Vanessa Hudgens decided to do it for her.
Coming up behind Jessica, Vanessa had mostly recovered from the torturous toilet treatment administered by Lowndes. She reached for Jessica's hair and then Lucy's – with both of them having only a second to realize something was wrong. Nessa suddenly smacked their foreheads together with a loud crash! The collision sent both of them limp at once, in a daze, with Nessa releasing Jessica for a moment, holding onto Lucy's hair.
“Can't believe you two fell for that again and it was even MORE satisfying the second time!” Vanessa smirked, “It sounds SO freaking empty when the two of your heads hit together, but then again, that sounds about right. Just a lot of space to rent up there between you two dumbasses!”
She shoves Lucy back up against the wall and lets her slide down against it, Hale’s eyes glassy.
Nessa then storms in the opposite direction for Jessica. She snatches up her hair and runs forward, going to sling her foe’s forehead up against the unforgiving porcelain of the toilet. After impact, Jessica slumps down in a dazed puddle on the carpet. Vanessa reaches down to tug her rival's prone form off of the floor, planning on shoving her head down into the toilet with a snarl, “Now it's your turn to stay, puppy!” as she reaches down to patronizingly pat her rival's head.
Jessica's head whips out of the bowl, doused. She sputters and squeals in indignant outrage, but is unable to respond as Nessa thumps her face down into the toilet seat with a thud. Lowndes sprawls, moaning. Now, it's Nessa's turn to stride off in search of Mishy, who is managing to roll to all fours, having sufficiently caught her breath from the smother attempt.
However, it's not too last. Vanessa immediately comes forward, gripping Mishy's hair. She yanks the blonde’s head forward between her thighs for a standing headscissors. Vanessa instantly pulses her powerful thighs, squeezing and looking to crush Williams' noggin between them with a savage snarl.
“Feel the power, Mishy? That's power that your chubby thighs can never attain, that your weak body can never master and that you won't ever be able to get for yourself. That's because it's mine and so are you. I'm YOUR conqueror, Mishy and you deserve everything you get, you stupid little skank!”
Mishy can only moan in response, the sound muffled between her foe’s tawny thighs. She pushes at Nessa's toned legss as brushes her hands along the floor, slapping desperately. Her fingers suddenly brush the discarded Tony Award. Gripping it between her fingers, she listens to Nessa rant about her superiority. The words drive Mishy to continue to compete and she brings the base of the statue smashing down on Nessa's toes.
Nessa yelps mid-taunt, losing her scissors and her grip on Mishy's hair. Williams is able to slide her head backwards, popping it free from between Hudgen's legs. She rests her head against Nessa's abs. Feeling the sensation of Nessa's hated midriff against her features, Mishy swears she won't be taking tummy tonight. She grips Hudgens’ sweaty hips and launches herself upwards, bringing the top of her head underneath Nessa's chin with a loud crack that echoes throughout the room. The impromptu maneuver sends Nessa sprawling backwards like a cut tree, Hudgens falling backwards onto a table.
Nessa does her best to stay upright, reaching for anything as she blinks and struggles to focus, but her blurred vision doesn't allow her to catch anything and instead she ends up knocking various items off of the table. They crash to the floor and moments later, so does Nessa. Mishy rises to her feet for a moment. Although Nessa got the worst of it, the impromptu headbutt has her feeling lightheaded as she falls to her butt, then to her back as she tries to clear the fog from her mind.
The Tony Award slips from her fingertips and it rolls to the center of the room – the trophy ending between all four fierce flyweight competitors, all in varying states of consciousness and fatigue – sprawled out, the victrix would seemingly whomever managed to rise up. Each woman struggles to recover, it clear none of these ladies wanted to throw away their shot at claiming superiority and Tony.
It’s the blonde in the group who succeeds first, groaning as she roils and pushes to all fours. Michelle crawls to ‘her’ award and snatches it, then heads on hands and knees toward the door, happy to call it a night.
Having moved only a few feet in that direction, her left ankle is surrounded by the palms of a weary but standing Jessica.
“Did I say you could leave, loser?”
Likely with the most power in the group, Lowndes drags a mewling Mishy back to where she’d started her abbreviated trip, then reaches down and sinks a set of nails into the blonde’s shoulder, hauling Mishy to her feet. She spins Michelle to face her.
“Hand it over or I’ll…”
“You’re stepping on my line, bytch,” Nessa interrupts. “Mishy and the hunk of junk are mine.”
Hudgens makes the huddle a threesome, the women grappling with each other for leverage and possession of the prize when the Pretty Little Puncher steps into the dance to make her claim. It’s quickly a four-way free-for-all, the flyweights gathered in a circle of huffing, grunting, straining beauty. Tony was not the symbol it had been at the beginning of the night, but instead represented who was the toughest among them.
Lucy makes a startling claim. With her and Jessica on opposite sides of the circle, Hale seems ready to retreat, but it’s only a single step. She uses that step to send a punt between Jessica’s sinewy thighs. Lucy hits her target flush, clear from the heartrending chirp from Jessica and the look of anguish on Lowndes’ face.
As Jessica collapses to her knees, Lucy grabs handfuls of flaxen and ebony locks from the women at her sides. Unwilling to simply let the bitter rivals continue their career-long struggle on its own, she draws back the heads of the previously preoccupied combatants and swings their foreheads together, Mishy and Nessa knocking coconuts.
“You see,” Hale informs, a wobbling Hudgens, “I can learn.”
Lucy shoves the still clinched duo to the right, the women staggering, trying to keep themselves upright, but unable.
Suddenly, Lucy feels a kneeling Jessica leaning heavily on the dark-haired cutie, Lowndes’ left cheek resting against Hale’s hip, her hands between her thighs.
“You little…” Jessica manages.
Lucy sinks her nails into Jessica’s scalp and rams a knee into Lowndes’ temple, ending Jessica’s commentary and, from the glazed look in her eyes, any coherence. Hale shoves what’s left of Jessica to the floor, Lowndes spreading out in a starfish, flat on her back, Lucy hovering in a standing straddle over Jess.
“Shut the hell up.”
From the looks, Jessica would be doing so for a significant time.
As Lucy confirms she’s pared things to three, Mishy and Nessa have hit the ground hard, Tony squeezing loose from both sets of hands when Williams has the good fortune to land atop her rival and splash Vanessa beneath.
Head still throbbing from the forced butt, Mishy feels the give in Nessa after her impromptu landing on the tawny-skinned beauty. Going nose to nose, chest to chest and tummy to tummy with Nessa, Mishy rises a few inches off and plops down on Hudgens again, drawing another ‘oooof’.
The blonde touches nose tips. “Do we finally understand who the conqueror is?”
Vanessa shrieks, the words seeming to have flipped an adrenaline switch. She grabs Mishy by the shoulders and spins the blonde, Nessa ending up on top and pressing down. She lifts a right arm and blisters a forearm strike into Mishy’s jaw, snapping her head to the side.
“You know I am,” Vanessa shouts. “I’M THE CONQUEROR. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.”
A dazed Michelle tries to roll out from under Nessa, but Hudgens collects Mishy’s wrists, crossing them and pinning them in place over Williams’ head with her hands.
A squirming Mishy, growing concern in her hazel eyes, shifts her hips, trying to buck Vanessa off, but Nessa won’t have it, riding out the efforts until an exhausted Williams huffs in frustration and then fear as Hudgens slides up her rival’s body.
It takes but a few seconds before Mishy’s anxiety-stricken face disappears from view under Nessa’s tummy. Vanessa smears her flawless tawny abs into the ivory, elfin features of Mishy. Williams heaves against Hudgens’ hips. But again, for Michelle, Hudgens is immovable, her arms weakly shoving before flailing at her sides, a muffled voice from below emerging.
“IGIVMMMMPPPHHH”
But Vanessa is insistent in giving the conquered the full tummy treatment and Nessa keeps on the ragdolled blonde until Mishy’s arms ae used for tapping out a surrender before finally flopping limply to her sides.
“And that,” Vanessa gasps. “Is that.”
“It is.”
The voice comes from behind and overhead, as does a knee that SLAMS into the lower spine of Vanessa. Landing on and pinning Vanessa to her blonde mattress, Lucy laces her fingers and cups them under Vanessa’s chin. She YANKS back on the modified clutch, testing the vertebrae and will of Hudgens.
Already drenched in sweat from conquering Mishy, Vanessa grunts out half a threat before her verbalizations are no more than groans.
“None of you gave me a chance at domination,” Lucy shouts. “Well, unless you haven’t been paying attention. I’M THE DAMN CHAMP!”
Releasing her underhand grip, Lucy’s arms snake around Nessa’s noggin in a tightly secured sleeper. She leans heavily atop the back of Hudgens, sandwiching Nessa between her and the KOd Mishy.
Vanessa flails wildly for a few seconds, but quickly the thrashing slows.
“Who’s your conqueror?” Hale whispers in Vanessa’s ear and there is no comeback, verbal or otherwise, Vanessa puddling into unconsciousness atop the snoozing Michelle.
Giving Nessa’s body a shake that receives no response, the Pretty Little Puncher knows she’s completed the job and, with a satisfied sigh, releases her grip and rises to a kneeling straddle of Vanessa. She spins Nessa to her back and fashions the FCBA icons into a comatose ‘X’, Hudgens atop Williams.
Pushing to her feet, she finds both Tony and her phone. She takes a glance at an insensate Jessica and grabs a quick pic. Lucy then drops back to a straddle on her haunches atop Nessa and Mishy for a close-up.
“Smile for Snapchat, ladies.”
Hale takes several so she can decide which meet the grade for posting, making sure she ‘selfies’ her way into the foreground of a few.
“And to think, you all thought I would never be more than a pushover. Life’s funny, eh?”
The remaining three remain silent, but chances seem likely none of those left to be found by the ceremony clean-up crew would be laughing it up.
As for Jessica Lange, she’d have to get a replacement. Lucy had the perfect place on her mantle for this bent, nicked and yet ideal trophy.
-To Be Continued-
