Post by Lookout! Boxing on May 25, 2018 23:14:09 GMT -6
Stella Hudgens vs. Michelle Williams
BEFORE: No question there's more than a "W" and an "L" at stake hear. For Michelle, there's no question what this is about, and it's about a Hudgens, but not Stella Hudgens. Mishy's looking to take out her frustrations on little sis, and there's little doubt that's exactly what she plans to do. Stella's end game is more...complicated. The youngster HAS to know she's a heavy dog against a Hall of Famer...but, she's not letting that stop her. She knows this is a chance to establish herself in this division in a big way, and she's determined to take advantage. "I can beat her," Stella says. "I know HOW to beat her. I've watched Vanessa. I've trained with Vanessa. I've got the fight plan. And. I'm going to execute it."
"Something's going to be executed," says a hard-eyed Michelle. "Guess what that 'something' is?"
ROUND ONE:
Stella on the move early. No surprise. She's going to use her advantages in youth and quickness against the blonde. Michelle can't be surprised by any of this, but, it still gives her trouble. The younger Hudgens is here, there, everywhere. Michelle can't bring her to battle and can't get off when Hudgens stops to pop. Instead, it's a steady diet of sharp jabs to the face for Mishy as she tries to close, and, when Stella decides it's time to stand and fight, however, briefly, it's a quick, hard, accurate flurry from the brunette, who's gone before the blonde can even think about a rejoinder. By the final minute, looks are being exchanged at ringside. DOES Hudgens have the blueprints here? Is she going to be able to use that speed and all the knowledge of Michelle passed down by her sister to pull a huge upset? At the bell, it looks possible. It's Stella wide in the first, putting the younger Hudgens up 10-9.
ROUND TWO:
Mishy beginning to cut the ring. She's getting the geometry down, penning the brunette in, forcing her into exchanges. Stella still landing, but, now Michelle's getting rolling. She's putting punches together, landing hard shot to the head, forcing Stella to cover up. Give ground. About half way through, Mishy traps the younger woman on the ropes and forces her into a tight earmuff with a series of combinations. Then, Williams digs a short right into the brunette's rack. It's a vicious shot that freezes Stella. The blonde then wobbles the younger woman with a pair of hard shots to the chin before going back to the rack in a big way. She abuses the helpless brunette to the jugs for nearly 30 seconds before absolutely gutting her with an uppercut to the midsection. Stella crumples past Michelle's shoulder to the canvas to lie in the fetal position. Williams, sneering, marches to a neutral corner and watches smirking as the count passes the finished brunette by. It's OVER! And your winner by KO2 is Michelle Williams.
AFTER: No matter how much you prepare for Michelle Williams, which Vanessa has spent countless hours doing for her sister, it’s nearly impossible to prepare them for stepping in against a determined veteran who wanted this win very badly it seems. Just as badly, it seems, does she want to humiliate the younger sister of her biggest rival as she goes to rouse a dazed Stella roughly - yanking her hair to drag her towards her corner. Stacking her up in the corner as Hudgens hugs her bruised breasts and abused abs as she blinks in shock, just watching as Michelle shoves her hands aside and then drills a knee up into her abs. Stella gasps for air as her hands are pulled to the side and then Williams grins, going to reach upwards as she gives Stella’s rack a mean-spirited squeeze.
Chuckling wickedly, “Weren’t you going to jug me out with these? I know you’re the biggest in the Hudgens’ family, but that doesn’t mean much now, does it? I’m going to show you how a real woman jugs you out and maybe one day you’ll be able to when you’re not a little girl living in your sister’s shadow.” Michelle snarks, going to give them another twist before she reaches for Stella’s sweaty brunette tresses, tugging her face forward between her waiting orbs. Just as Stella’s squeals and curses became muffled, Michelle heard a voice she hated as she looked over her shoulder at Vanessa Hudgens standing on the apron, preparing to slide into the ring.
Nessa glared at her blonde rival, eyes filled with disdain as she witnessed her little sister suffering at her hands, “Don’t you freaking dare, Mishy. Take those digusting, floppy jugs out of her face right now and do as you’re told!”
Mishy just smirked, licking her lips as she shrugged her shoulders back and forth, effectively slapping Stella’s face with her jugs as she retorts coolly, “Or else what, Pudgy?”
“You’re going to kiss my ass again, Mushy!” Vanessa nearly screams, “I am better than you, I’m the fittest flyweight in the world and…!”
Unfortunately, her diatribe is cut off when she begins climbing into the ring, as Emma Roberts comes up behind her and brutally YANKS Nessa’s head back by the hair, making the surprised brunette shriek in pain as she falls backwards, crushing hard to the floor on her back with a dull thud, the back of her head hitting the floor in the process. The crowd is on their feet watching as Emma immediately pounces on her stunned rival - with Nessa holding her head in pain, Emma straddles her and begins raininig down wild slaps at Ness'a face while bouncing her tight butt on Nessa’s “fittest” bod. Nessa is attempting to resist furiously, but is too dazed at the moment to put up a decent defense, not to mention any kind of counter offense.
Still in better shape than Stella though as Mishy snickers, “Oops - I hope you weren’t counting on your big sis to come save you. If Nessa can’t handle Emma Roberts, she sure as hell can’t handle me.” as Williams just YANKS her foe forward, plunging her back deep into the cavernous darkness of her cleavage. Stella is fighting back, just pushing at her foe’s hips and arms, trying to wiggle herself free desperately as she attempts to turn her head - but Mishy isn’t about to let go of her prey quite so easily.
On the outside, Emma is still mercilessly beating on Nessa's face, now holding Nessa's hair with one hand while unleashing huge slaps with the other, all the while bouncing her posterior into Hudgens’ tummy as she hisses down at her, “Still yapping about that stupid 'fittest' crap, Nessie? I can feel your stupid abs just turning into jello and if you ever put your made up AMD title up against me, I would ruin them. Just cry for me, sl*t!”
Vanessa might not be crying yet, but Stella certainly is. With her sister being ragdolled by Roberts on the outside, Mishy is definitely seizing the moment and the only silver lining is that her tears are muffled at the moment, with her face being buried in Mishy’s jugs. Mishy grinds her cleavages back and forth, occasionally mounting up on the turnbuckle and switching to tummy, just tummying up to show off her conquest. Back and forth between the two as Stella, like her sister has before her, suffers from an onslaught of tummy and jug, just shuddering and breaking down into tears. Finally, Mishy relents as she wraps her arms around Stella’s waist and pulls her forward, in what might be an embrace in another scenario but finds her jugs just compressing against Hudgens’ as Williams pushes them forward.
“Your sister said her jugs were better than yours and definitely better than mine. But, we both know your sister is a conniving, attention-seeking, liar…” Mishy coos, before increasing the pressure with her bearhug and mushrooming her chest forward against Stella’s pair. Stella might well have size, but Mishy had gravity and pressure on her side as she started to wail as Mishy demanded, “Tell me who has the best jugs. Is it me or Nessa, Stella sweetie?”
On the outside, Emma was making a similar demand as she snarled down at Vanessa, “Tell me who's the best, you sl*t? Tell me who would own your ass at EVERYTHING, including AMD?”, punching Ness'a abs from above as the brunette gasps and shakes her head in defiance, “Oh now you're suddenly not talking?! Fine. Let me help you with that! Meet my amazing ass, b*tch!"
Nessa’s eyes widened with horror as Emma scooted forward for a facesit and in a burst of frenzied desperation, violenty bending and shaking her body, the stronger brunette managed to send Roberts tumbling off balance to the side with a surprised yelp, before quickly pulling herself back to the perfect position and sending her foot thudding right into Emma's unprotected abs! Sole crashing against taut tummy as a loud gasp escaped Emma’s lips, cutting off her snarky demands as Nessa pushed her feet hard, sending the shocked blonde flying towards the barricade. Roberts shook her head in disbelief as Nessa staggered upwards, glaring down at a now panicked Emma for a long moment. Torn between getting revenge on her rival for a moment before she heard the wails of her sister in the ring as she spun around, making her way up to the turnbuckle and screamed - Ripley-style “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BYTCH!”
As Nessa prepared to slide into the ring, she was halfway in when - like a horror villain who won’t die and Roberts has had some experience in that regard - Emma held onto Nessa’s ankle to trip her up again. Vanessa kicked out wildly, managing to nail Emma in the face with her other foot as she listened to the satisfying shriek of her foe before spinning around to find it was a short-lived victory as Michelle Williams was there to just send her face with a loud crash into the turnbuckle.
Vanessa pools down against the turnbuckle and Mishy is a pro at this point at tummying up as she immediately shoves her foe upwards, going to lower her abs down as her glistening belly brushes back and forth over the face of a horrified Hudgens’. Nessa shrieks and moans, just pushing at Mishy’s waist and hugging up around her waist, hands clasped over the small of her sweaty back and above the shelf of her posterior, trying to whip her off of her but to no avail.
Mishy goes to push Nessa’s face to the side, just resting her tight tummy on Nessa’s cheek, making her take weight as she chuckles, “Now you see her….” as she forces Vanessa to witness a confident Emma Roberts coming in and tummying up on a humiliated Stella. Stella is pleading for mercy from Emma, but receiving none - only tummy as she can hear Emma saying, “I can do this tummy sh*t too b*tch...let your sister know I'm just as good...No, BETTER!"
“And now you don’t…” Mishy snarls, just burying Nessa in belly as she grinds her slick abs back and forth, making Hudgens’ face disappear. Gripping Nessa’s tawny tresses tightly as she yanks them back and forth as Nessa is screaming muffled, tears welling up in her eyes as she can’t believe she’s back in a place where she has had nightmares of and hoped she would never be again. Nessa is desperately fighting back against Mishy as her blonde tormentress is relentless, “You’re not the best, you’re not the fittest, you’re not superior to me and you sure as hell didn’t make me kiss your fat ass. If we ever step into the ring again, you’re going to apologize for that - right - into - these - abs!” as Mishy just slides her abs back, just battering Nessa’s face with tummy, “Maybe you want to right now and save yourself the beating, bytch.”
Vanessa doesn’t though as she goes to turn her face to the side, angrily sending a middle finger to Williams and if on cue, other members from Lookout! Boxing arrive. Rumors have them delayed backstage by HISC, but Demi Lovato and Jenna Coleman are flying down the ramp towards the ring finally. Mishy just grins as she leans down to peck a kiss on Nessa’s forehead and coos, “See you soon, skank - if not in the ring, in your nightmares tonight.”
Mishy then saunters over to a dazed Stella and ebullient Emma as she wags a finger, “Hands off my conquest…” and Emma brings her hands up with a little cocky smile, sliding backwards as Mishy comes forward. Taking one hand in Stella’s hair and the other patting her firm abs, “Just remember, when it comes to me, nobody can save you. Certainly not your sister, so don’t ever bet against me. If you say you’re going to jug me out, you better back it up because if not, I’m going to own them…” as she gives Stella’s jugs a little squeeze and then points over to Vanessa, who looks ashen-faced in her corner, “Just like I do your sister.” Then, with a quick little double bicep flex - which is mirrored by Emma, WIlliams and Roberts escape out of the ring after giving the Hudgens’ sisters one of their worst nights ever.
Later tonight, Vanessa will do her best to recover - both psychologically and physically - to take on flyweight legend Megan Fox and regain her title. But, win or lose for Vanessa, will be the spectre of Mishy and Emma. Helped out by Demi, Vanessa vows to put all of that aggression into regaining her title and ruling the division once again with fear. Nobody will dare again threaten her sister and to those that do or have, they’re going to suffer. But, tonight, Michelle and to a lesser extent, Emma will be the ones celebrating for now and watching to see what happens next with interest. So, of course, will the fans as these rivalries are burning brighter than ever before - just like the fury in Michelle and Vanessa’s eyes as they stare each other down across the arena.
(Words: Front Street / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: No question there's more than a "W" and an "L" at stake hear. For Michelle, there's no question what this is about, and it's about a Hudgens, but not Stella Hudgens. Mishy's looking to take out her frustrations on little sis, and there's little doubt that's exactly what she plans to do. Stella's end game is more...complicated. The youngster HAS to know she's a heavy dog against a Hall of Famer...but, she's not letting that stop her. She knows this is a chance to establish herself in this division in a big way, and she's determined to take advantage. "I can beat her," Stella says. "I know HOW to beat her. I've watched Vanessa. I've trained with Vanessa. I've got the fight plan. And. I'm going to execute it."
"Something's going to be executed," says a hard-eyed Michelle. "Guess what that 'something' is?"
ROUND ONE:
Stella on the move early. No surprise. She's going to use her advantages in youth and quickness against the blonde. Michelle can't be surprised by any of this, but, it still gives her trouble. The younger Hudgens is here, there, everywhere. Michelle can't bring her to battle and can't get off when Hudgens stops to pop. Instead, it's a steady diet of sharp jabs to the face for Mishy as she tries to close, and, when Stella decides it's time to stand and fight, however, briefly, it's a quick, hard, accurate flurry from the brunette, who's gone before the blonde can even think about a rejoinder. By the final minute, looks are being exchanged at ringside. DOES Hudgens have the blueprints here? Is she going to be able to use that speed and all the knowledge of Michelle passed down by her sister to pull a huge upset? At the bell, it looks possible. It's Stella wide in the first, putting the younger Hudgens up 10-9.
ROUND TWO:
Mishy beginning to cut the ring. She's getting the geometry down, penning the brunette in, forcing her into exchanges. Stella still landing, but, now Michelle's getting rolling. She's putting punches together, landing hard shot to the head, forcing Stella to cover up. Give ground. About half way through, Mishy traps the younger woman on the ropes and forces her into a tight earmuff with a series of combinations. Then, Williams digs a short right into the brunette's rack. It's a vicious shot that freezes Stella. The blonde then wobbles the younger woman with a pair of hard shots to the chin before going back to the rack in a big way. She abuses the helpless brunette to the jugs for nearly 30 seconds before absolutely gutting her with an uppercut to the midsection. Stella crumples past Michelle's shoulder to the canvas to lie in the fetal position. Williams, sneering, marches to a neutral corner and watches smirking as the count passes the finished brunette by. It's OVER! And your winner by KO2 is Michelle Williams.
AFTER: No matter how much you prepare for Michelle Williams, which Vanessa has spent countless hours doing for her sister, it’s nearly impossible to prepare them for stepping in against a determined veteran who wanted this win very badly it seems. Just as badly, it seems, does she want to humiliate the younger sister of her biggest rival as she goes to rouse a dazed Stella roughly - yanking her hair to drag her towards her corner. Stacking her up in the corner as Hudgens hugs her bruised breasts and abused abs as she blinks in shock, just watching as Michelle shoves her hands aside and then drills a knee up into her abs. Stella gasps for air as her hands are pulled to the side and then Williams grins, going to reach upwards as she gives Stella’s rack a mean-spirited squeeze.
Chuckling wickedly, “Weren’t you going to jug me out with these? I know you’re the biggest in the Hudgens’ family, but that doesn’t mean much now, does it? I’m going to show you how a real woman jugs you out and maybe one day you’ll be able to when you’re not a little girl living in your sister’s shadow.” Michelle snarks, going to give them another twist before she reaches for Stella’s sweaty brunette tresses, tugging her face forward between her waiting orbs. Just as Stella’s squeals and curses became muffled, Michelle heard a voice she hated as she looked over her shoulder at Vanessa Hudgens standing on the apron, preparing to slide into the ring.
Nessa glared at her blonde rival, eyes filled with disdain as she witnessed her little sister suffering at her hands, “Don’t you freaking dare, Mishy. Take those digusting, floppy jugs out of her face right now and do as you’re told!”
Mishy just smirked, licking her lips as she shrugged her shoulders back and forth, effectively slapping Stella’s face with her jugs as she retorts coolly, “Or else what, Pudgy?”
“You’re going to kiss my ass again, Mushy!” Vanessa nearly screams, “I am better than you, I’m the fittest flyweight in the world and…!”
Unfortunately, her diatribe is cut off when she begins climbing into the ring, as Emma Roberts comes up behind her and brutally YANKS Nessa’s head back by the hair, making the surprised brunette shriek in pain as she falls backwards, crushing hard to the floor on her back with a dull thud, the back of her head hitting the floor in the process. The crowd is on their feet watching as Emma immediately pounces on her stunned rival - with Nessa holding her head in pain, Emma straddles her and begins raininig down wild slaps at Ness'a face while bouncing her tight butt on Nessa’s “fittest” bod. Nessa is attempting to resist furiously, but is too dazed at the moment to put up a decent defense, not to mention any kind of counter offense.
Still in better shape than Stella though as Mishy snickers, “Oops - I hope you weren’t counting on your big sis to come save you. If Nessa can’t handle Emma Roberts, she sure as hell can’t handle me.” as Williams just YANKS her foe forward, plunging her back deep into the cavernous darkness of her cleavage. Stella is fighting back, just pushing at her foe’s hips and arms, trying to wiggle herself free desperately as she attempts to turn her head - but Mishy isn’t about to let go of her prey quite so easily.
On the outside, Emma is still mercilessly beating on Nessa's face, now holding Nessa's hair with one hand while unleashing huge slaps with the other, all the while bouncing her posterior into Hudgens’ tummy as she hisses down at her, “Still yapping about that stupid 'fittest' crap, Nessie? I can feel your stupid abs just turning into jello and if you ever put your made up AMD title up against me, I would ruin them. Just cry for me, sl*t!”
Vanessa might not be crying yet, but Stella certainly is. With her sister being ragdolled by Roberts on the outside, Mishy is definitely seizing the moment and the only silver lining is that her tears are muffled at the moment, with her face being buried in Mishy’s jugs. Mishy grinds her cleavages back and forth, occasionally mounting up on the turnbuckle and switching to tummy, just tummying up to show off her conquest. Back and forth between the two as Stella, like her sister has before her, suffers from an onslaught of tummy and jug, just shuddering and breaking down into tears. Finally, Mishy relents as she wraps her arms around Stella’s waist and pulls her forward, in what might be an embrace in another scenario but finds her jugs just compressing against Hudgens’ as Williams pushes them forward.
“Your sister said her jugs were better than yours and definitely better than mine. But, we both know your sister is a conniving, attention-seeking, liar…” Mishy coos, before increasing the pressure with her bearhug and mushrooming her chest forward against Stella’s pair. Stella might well have size, but Mishy had gravity and pressure on her side as she started to wail as Mishy demanded, “Tell me who has the best jugs. Is it me or Nessa, Stella sweetie?”
On the outside, Emma was making a similar demand as she snarled down at Vanessa, “Tell me who's the best, you sl*t? Tell me who would own your ass at EVERYTHING, including AMD?”, punching Ness'a abs from above as the brunette gasps and shakes her head in defiance, “Oh now you're suddenly not talking?! Fine. Let me help you with that! Meet my amazing ass, b*tch!"
Nessa’s eyes widened with horror as Emma scooted forward for a facesit and in a burst of frenzied desperation, violenty bending and shaking her body, the stronger brunette managed to send Roberts tumbling off balance to the side with a surprised yelp, before quickly pulling herself back to the perfect position and sending her foot thudding right into Emma's unprotected abs! Sole crashing against taut tummy as a loud gasp escaped Emma’s lips, cutting off her snarky demands as Nessa pushed her feet hard, sending the shocked blonde flying towards the barricade. Roberts shook her head in disbelief as Nessa staggered upwards, glaring down at a now panicked Emma for a long moment. Torn between getting revenge on her rival for a moment before she heard the wails of her sister in the ring as she spun around, making her way up to the turnbuckle and screamed - Ripley-style “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BYTCH!”
As Nessa prepared to slide into the ring, she was halfway in when - like a horror villain who won’t die and Roberts has had some experience in that regard - Emma held onto Nessa’s ankle to trip her up again. Vanessa kicked out wildly, managing to nail Emma in the face with her other foot as she listened to the satisfying shriek of her foe before spinning around to find it was a short-lived victory as Michelle Williams was there to just send her face with a loud crash into the turnbuckle.
Vanessa pools down against the turnbuckle and Mishy is a pro at this point at tummying up as she immediately shoves her foe upwards, going to lower her abs down as her glistening belly brushes back and forth over the face of a horrified Hudgens’. Nessa shrieks and moans, just pushing at Mishy’s waist and hugging up around her waist, hands clasped over the small of her sweaty back and above the shelf of her posterior, trying to whip her off of her but to no avail.
Mishy goes to push Nessa’s face to the side, just resting her tight tummy on Nessa’s cheek, making her take weight as she chuckles, “Now you see her….” as she forces Vanessa to witness a confident Emma Roberts coming in and tummying up on a humiliated Stella. Stella is pleading for mercy from Emma, but receiving none - only tummy as she can hear Emma saying, “I can do this tummy sh*t too b*tch...let your sister know I'm just as good...No, BETTER!"
“And now you don’t…” Mishy snarls, just burying Nessa in belly as she grinds her slick abs back and forth, making Hudgens’ face disappear. Gripping Nessa’s tawny tresses tightly as she yanks them back and forth as Nessa is screaming muffled, tears welling up in her eyes as she can’t believe she’s back in a place where she has had nightmares of and hoped she would never be again. Nessa is desperately fighting back against Mishy as her blonde tormentress is relentless, “You’re not the best, you’re not the fittest, you’re not superior to me and you sure as hell didn’t make me kiss your fat ass. If we ever step into the ring again, you’re going to apologize for that - right - into - these - abs!” as Mishy just slides her abs back, just battering Nessa’s face with tummy, “Maybe you want to right now and save yourself the beating, bytch.”
Vanessa doesn’t though as she goes to turn her face to the side, angrily sending a middle finger to Williams and if on cue, other members from Lookout! Boxing arrive. Rumors have them delayed backstage by HISC, but Demi Lovato and Jenna Coleman are flying down the ramp towards the ring finally. Mishy just grins as she leans down to peck a kiss on Nessa’s forehead and coos, “See you soon, skank - if not in the ring, in your nightmares tonight.”
Mishy then saunters over to a dazed Stella and ebullient Emma as she wags a finger, “Hands off my conquest…” and Emma brings her hands up with a little cocky smile, sliding backwards as Mishy comes forward. Taking one hand in Stella’s hair and the other patting her firm abs, “Just remember, when it comes to me, nobody can save you. Certainly not your sister, so don’t ever bet against me. If you say you’re going to jug me out, you better back it up because if not, I’m going to own them…” as she gives Stella’s jugs a little squeeze and then points over to Vanessa, who looks ashen-faced in her corner, “Just like I do your sister.” Then, with a quick little double bicep flex - which is mirrored by Emma, WIlliams and Roberts escape out of the ring after giving the Hudgens’ sisters one of their worst nights ever.
Later tonight, Vanessa will do her best to recover - both psychologically and physically - to take on flyweight legend Megan Fox and regain her title. But, win or lose for Vanessa, will be the spectre of Mishy and Emma. Helped out by Demi, Vanessa vows to put all of that aggression into regaining her title and ruling the division once again with fear. Nobody will dare again threaten her sister and to those that do or have, they’re going to suffer. But, tonight, Michelle and to a lesser extent, Emma will be the ones celebrating for now and watching to see what happens next with interest. So, of course, will the fans as these rivalries are burning brighter than ever before - just like the fury in Michelle and Vanessa’s eyes as they stare each other down across the arena.
