Vanessa Hudgens versus Olivia Holt (Flyweight & AMD Title)
Jun 29, 2018 23:01:18 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jun 29, 2018 23:01:18 GMT -6
Vanessa Hudgens versus Olivia Holt
(Flyweight & AMD Title)
(Words & Results: Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE: This is one of the hottest tickets in boxing tonight - a battle between two of the fittest flyweights in the league - a blonde and brunette battle that has gotten very intense here as they each seek to prove their superiority over the other.
Vanessa has battled her way back to the top to secure her first title in over years and managing to topple a legendary run by Megan Fox in the process, earning her both the approval and ire of many flyweights at the same time. Olivia has had a sensational start to her career and already has a title shot before she’s even turned 21, earning comparisons to stars like Hayden Panettiere.
“I’ve been beating up girls since I rolled into this league and proving why I’m better than the rest of these flabby flyweights while I’m at it. That’s why I’ve earned a title shot tonight at both titles and why I’m going to take them home with me. Hudgens will be freakin’ ruined, just like those abs of hers. It’s going to be the start of MY summer - a brand new tv show, brand new titles and a brand new star in the flyweight division. Watch out, Nessa!” Holt beaming as she bounces around the podium, hardly able to contain herself as she flexes her muscles and shows off - much to Nessa’s annoyance.
Nessa just rolls her eyes and grins, “I know little Livy thinks she’s the next Hayden, but do you really want to be the next blonde bimbo for me to break down? I’ve humbled Hayden and broken Mishy, but now I get to own Olivia? I just got this flyweight title back around my perfect little waist and there’s no way I’m giving it up to some little dumb upstart who thinks she’s going to step into MY territory. I’m not only the fittest but the best flyweight too - tonight Holt is gonna find out why!”
Holt wearing a baby blue bikini top and matching shorts - hair in a messy ponytail; Vanessa wearing a hot pink bikini top and matching shorts - hair in a fighting ponytail. Both girls wearing matching gloves as they head towards the center of the ring - not touching gloves - but instead it appears tummying up as the push up against one another and test each others abs. Neither of them backing down as they glare into one another’s eyes as slick bellies glide back and forth, but the ref manages to wedge himself in between them to push them towards separate corners as the two exchange confident smirks. Both of them patting their abs securely as they show off for the crowd and the ref finally rings the bell to get this match started….
R1: Olivia looking to punch - loading up straight right hands from her shoulder, jamming up the middle, hopping on her left foot when she misses an elusive Hudgens. Vanessa circling to her right and midway through - both girls duck into short right hands, crouching on follow through - both come back hooks and HOLT’S SHOOK. Olivia on her heels, chin-checked - she backs away in alarm as Vanessa goes over to offense. Hudgens all slender, angular - walking Olivia down, then pouncing at her - straight-arm, batting hooks; poking straight rights, chippy jabs hound Olivia as she circles the perimeter counter-clockwise. Bell: sweet smile Hudgens to Olivia that has Holt’s eyes flashing with rage as she flushes in frustration.
R2: Olivia firm to Vanessa’s flat tummy, slender ribs - Holt setting her feet, rotating her shoulders, putting multiple strikes in rapid, rolling succession against her foe’s torso. Hudgens frowning, lips pursed as she stoops forward behind her gloves, taking the bumping - she backs away slightly gassed, wincing. Olivia walking Vanessa down now, but smart - no longer trying to power-punch her way in, but jabbing ass Hudgens, measuring the space before committing. Vanessa dukes up, shying away, blocking and parrying shots - she’s a little touched up in her midsection, but otherwise sturdy as Holt claims points.
R3: Vanessa to Holt’s midsection, hard. Hudgens digging slender-limbed uppercuts into Olivia’s tummy and solar plexus - gouging stiff, sticking punches in, Olivia grunting on receipt, folding up behind her mitts - small gloves sounding out PIK! PIK! As Hudgens fits ‘em in snug, Vanessa stepping out to circle right - now HER legs holds the initiative, constantly menacing Holt’s left flank, turning the blonde midring. Hudgens scissoring in and out - straight punches and batting punches bounce tart off Holt’s prepared defenses and pinking ribcage. Hudgens snatching back points, and momentum, in see-saw action.
R4: Holt won’t have it. Feisty flurries midring see Holt beat Vanessa to punches - Hudgens forced to step out, regroup, Olivia over to offense - jabbing, hopping into that jamming straight right, then looking to catch Vanessa hooks as Hudgens retreats. Vanessa caught facing into punches at times - eyelashes fluttering, lips parted - really getting pasted in spots, Holt’s stocky legs stomping, hopping, hounding Vanessa all around the ring.
R5: Hudgens won’t have it, Intensity building round by round - Vanessa now stepping to spots, luring Olivia in, dipping either shoulder and RIPPING savage uppercuts to Holt’s sweet midriff. Torrid body blows - mostly single shots, but hoisted in with such commitments and venom that Holt’s being crippled here. Olivia whiffing back her receipts, face pained: Vanessa able to hop away, circle, curve back on in from angles, Olivia’s falling off the pace, getting polished as face showing the strain of wading through Hudgens’s cruel bodywork. Holt game, fighting a series of hustling engagements ro keep Vanessa off her, but down the stretch…Hudgens hops in off Olivia’s left shoulder with a slicing one-two; while Holt’s just stunned - Vanessa pops hips-right, licks her hardest hook of the night up into Holt’s sternum, Olivia peeping in agony, then sinking straight down to a knee - ashen-faced, hugging herself as Vanessa stands up all flaring nostrils and triumphant eyes. THAT’S flyweight punching at its most vigorous.
R6: Olivia BANGS BACK! Vanessa rushes in, gets all chewed up by a robust fusillade iof chugging lefts and rights to her breadbasket - tiny brunette staggering backwards, face-in-gloves under heated blonde donnybrook. Holt baring her teeth, sweeping a wide right hand at Vanessa’s ear - back underneath a shivering, straight-arm left: Vanessa crying out as Olivia wallops away big girl here. Ropes: Vanessa covered up and SHIPPING - Holt just squaring away and flashing flyweight, small-mitt quicks to those toned Latina abs. Drumming of Vanessa’s body creeps up-torso as Olivia establishes hard-working hup-hup - poor Hudgens all rag doll, can’t get off the ropes! Panting, getting thumped, Vanessa has no choice but to hustle back - SENSATIONAL small girl hustle-punching erupts as each digs furiously at the other. Olivia very sturdy here - legs strong, nice wide stance as she keeps her balance, doesn’t fall in, and maintains a healthy lather to bell. Vanessa visibly shaken by the exchange, face a little busted up: Olivia Holt tried to stop there and both girls know it.
R7: OH THEY BANG AWAY! All pretense of civility gone as girls slash into each other with bared teeth. Back and forth, back and forth - small mitts sounding out in pops and cracks on firm, toned flesh - BOTH Vixens hurt, Intense pouncing and rallying - whenever one girl’s legs give way, the other is heartless with her, pouring on mitts to meat. Girls stagger as they try to maintain position under the pelting rain of the other’s punching - both taking pasting facial punches as well as ripping rib-swipe, Crowd delirious at the frenzied work-rate, torrid ebb and flow, but down the stretch - it’s Olivia. Holt finally catching Vanessa a stubby right on the chin Hudgens can’t ignore - brunette stops punching, swaying slightly on her hips with a groggy expression. Holt: third straight right hand off the shoulder, punching in between Hudgens’s raised guard; Vanessa’s head rocks sickly back, body relaxing, knees bending. OH that Holt straight arm left, shivering off Vanessa’s flank, crippling her. Again that left planks onto Vanessa, then Olivia edges in close to curl a more jagged, biting left up into Hudgens’s sternum. Sobbing cry Hudgens - she clinches desperately, hanging on to Olivia to prevent the knockdown. Holt squirming, beats her mitts furiously into the offending ribcage at the bell.
R8: Hudgens brawling her little heart out thus far, despite Vanessa’s pre-fight declarations she wouldn’t take this kind of punishment. Hudgens here finally stabilizes Holt with a rigid, sticking jab. Olivia all busted up and disheveled herself - she’s gambling a bit here, loading up the right hand and jumping at Hudgens with mixed results. Vanessa content to pre-empt Olivia and step away rather than indulging in the brutal trade of earlier rounds - brunette nibbling and stinging, patiently chipping away at her blonde. By the bell, Olivia is hugging her abs to Hudgens’s supreme satisfaction.
R9: Olivia just waving her jab to measure, staking all on her lunging straight right and mop-up hooks, bouncing on her left foot, dragging her right behind her. Hudgens anticipating beautifully - backing away to take the sting off Holt’s strikes, then counter-pouncing to get the better if flowing give and take. Midway through, Vanessa stepping back in good order, lathering repeat hooks at stubborn Holt advance: Olivia buffeted sideway s to ropes, regrouping behind a high guard. Hudgens pounces - dragging her right foot behind her as she jams the right hand between Olivia’s mitts; lashes the left straight-arm against Olivia’s tired ribs. Holt cringing behind her mitts, lips parted in fatigue: Vanessa bats a sidearm right to Holt’s flank; bats the left against the opposite flank back and forth - another left behind Olivia’s elbow for good measure, then hooks Olivia’s face, parting those mitts. HOLT’S HURT! Olivia sitting sadly into ropes, eyes glassy - dukes still up, but limp as blonde body relaxes in stupor. Vanessa POUNDS AWAY! Hudgens’s slender body turns rigid with the effort of tearing at Olivia - hooks and crosses penetrate blonde guard, pasting sleepy blonde face and THE REF STEPS IN! It’s over - TKO9 Vanessa Hudgens!
AFTER: Nessa not waiting a second as she pushes through the ref and anybody surrounding Holt to bounce right into her foe’s face as she bellows out: “BOOM!” That seems to startle Olivia awake a little bit as Nessa laughs cruelly, eyes dancing with mischief as she immediately grips her rival’s biceps to give a little squeeze, aiming to send a knee up to her abs. Air rushes past Holt’s lips as she doubles over a bit and Nessa smirks, “Awww - what’s the matter? Your big bad abs can’t handle that, huh?” as she snickers, then shrugs in another shot to her tummy as Holt doubles over a little further. But, a quick tug on her bicep and her ponytail brings Olivia upright again as Hudgens goes to mount the turnbuckle. Olivia shaking her head, but finds herself face to face with perhaps one of the most hated pairs of abs in the sport and in a much different fashion than she might’ve hoped.
Vanessa leans forward, just lowering her glistening abs towards her rival’s face as she just scrubs herself back and forth against the features of a horrified Holt. Holt is cursing and crying out muffled, but can’t be heard at the moment. Not while Nessa is gliding her tummy back and forth, just grinding her abs down furiously as she holds one hand in Olivia’s blonde tresses to keep her in place. With the other hand, Nessa is pumping a bicep flex to show off and occasionally sends a slap to Olivia’s face when she tries to sneak out underneath Hudgens’ domineering abs. Olivia is moaning out in anger and frustration, just crying out as Hudgens’ continues a flurry of tummy and taunts - calling down “Whose abs stopped your abs? Huh? Your abs are a tub of goo compared to mine, Livy. Your abs got ruined, Holt.” as the ref watches in concern.
Thankfully, Nessa goes to stop her humiliation but only to unleash a new round as she goes to take Olivia on a Walk of Shame. One hand leading her around by her ponytail as a furious Holt staggers in front of her, eyes flashing in anger as she tries to recover from the tummy-smother. Nessa reaches around her to pat her tummy as she hugs her around her waist to keep her upright, but with each pat of her abs, Nessa whispers into her ear, “Mine.” Nessa keeps whispering it into her ear, but not so quietly that the cameras don’t catch it as she finally releases her and shoves Holt out of the ring. Bellowing out into the crowd as she pumps a double bicep-flex and flexes her abs for the audience - as well as for Olivia - who leaves the ring vowing revenge.
At the next press conference for Olivia’s new show (Cloak & Dagger), it’s none other than Vanessa Hudgens in the audience. Video appears to show Nessa patting her tummy and mouthing one word: Mine. Holt, to her credit, doesn’t back down, just staring Nessa down until Hudgens leaves with a confident smirk on her face. This has escalated into a rivalry not to be missed and in the meantime, you shouldn’t miss Olivia’s show either. Check out Cloak & Dagger on Freeform - Thursdays at 8PM that should keep you occupied until the next bout between these two, which seems like it’ll happen sooner rather than later!
(Flyweight & AMD Title)
(Words & Results: Lookout! Boxing)
Vanessa has battled her way back to the top to secure her first title in over years and managing to topple a legendary run by Megan Fox in the process, earning her both the approval and ire of many flyweights at the same time. Olivia has had a sensational start to her career and already has a title shot before she’s even turned 21, earning comparisons to stars like Hayden Panettiere.
“I’ve been beating up girls since I rolled into this league and proving why I’m better than the rest of these flabby flyweights while I’m at it. That’s why I’ve earned a title shot tonight at both titles and why I’m going to take them home with me. Hudgens will be freakin’ ruined, just like those abs of hers. It’s going to be the start of MY summer - a brand new tv show, brand new titles and a brand new star in the flyweight division. Watch out, Nessa!” Holt beaming as she bounces around the podium, hardly able to contain herself as she flexes her muscles and shows off - much to Nessa’s annoyance.
Nessa just rolls her eyes and grins, “I know little Livy thinks she’s the next Hayden, but do you really want to be the next blonde bimbo for me to break down? I’ve humbled Hayden and broken Mishy, but now I get to own Olivia? I just got this flyweight title back around my perfect little waist and there’s no way I’m giving it up to some little dumb upstart who thinks she’s going to step into MY territory. I’m not only the fittest but the best flyweight too - tonight Holt is gonna find out why!”
Holt wearing a baby blue bikini top and matching shorts - hair in a messy ponytail; Vanessa wearing a hot pink bikini top and matching shorts - hair in a fighting ponytail. Both girls wearing matching gloves as they head towards the center of the ring - not touching gloves - but instead it appears tummying up as the push up against one another and test each others abs. Neither of them backing down as they glare into one another’s eyes as slick bellies glide back and forth, but the ref manages to wedge himself in between them to push them towards separate corners as the two exchange confident smirks. Both of them patting their abs securely as they show off for the crowd and the ref finally rings the bell to get this match started….
R1: Olivia looking to punch - loading up straight right hands from her shoulder, jamming up the middle, hopping on her left foot when she misses an elusive Hudgens. Vanessa circling to her right and midway through - both girls duck into short right hands, crouching on follow through - both come back hooks and HOLT’S SHOOK. Olivia on her heels, chin-checked - she backs away in alarm as Vanessa goes over to offense. Hudgens all slender, angular - walking Olivia down, then pouncing at her - straight-arm, batting hooks; poking straight rights, chippy jabs hound Olivia as she circles the perimeter counter-clockwise. Bell: sweet smile Hudgens to Olivia that has Holt’s eyes flashing with rage as she flushes in frustration.
R2: Olivia firm to Vanessa’s flat tummy, slender ribs - Holt setting her feet, rotating her shoulders, putting multiple strikes in rapid, rolling succession against her foe’s torso. Hudgens frowning, lips pursed as she stoops forward behind her gloves, taking the bumping - she backs away slightly gassed, wincing. Olivia walking Vanessa down now, but smart - no longer trying to power-punch her way in, but jabbing ass Hudgens, measuring the space before committing. Vanessa dukes up, shying away, blocking and parrying shots - she’s a little touched up in her midsection, but otherwise sturdy as Holt claims points.
R3: Vanessa to Holt’s midsection, hard. Hudgens digging slender-limbed uppercuts into Olivia’s tummy and solar plexus - gouging stiff, sticking punches in, Olivia grunting on receipt, folding up behind her mitts - small gloves sounding out PIK! PIK! As Hudgens fits ‘em in snug, Vanessa stepping out to circle right - now HER legs holds the initiative, constantly menacing Holt’s left flank, turning the blonde midring. Hudgens scissoring in and out - straight punches and batting punches bounce tart off Holt’s prepared defenses and pinking ribcage. Hudgens snatching back points, and momentum, in see-saw action.
R4: Holt won’t have it. Feisty flurries midring see Holt beat Vanessa to punches - Hudgens forced to step out, regroup, Olivia over to offense - jabbing, hopping into that jamming straight right, then looking to catch Vanessa hooks as Hudgens retreats. Vanessa caught facing into punches at times - eyelashes fluttering, lips parted - really getting pasted in spots, Holt’s stocky legs stomping, hopping, hounding Vanessa all around the ring.
R5: Hudgens won’t have it, Intensity building round by round - Vanessa now stepping to spots, luring Olivia in, dipping either shoulder and RIPPING savage uppercuts to Holt’s sweet midriff. Torrid body blows - mostly single shots, but hoisted in with such commitments and venom that Holt’s being crippled here. Olivia whiffing back her receipts, face pained: Vanessa able to hop away, circle, curve back on in from angles, Olivia’s falling off the pace, getting polished as face showing the strain of wading through Hudgens’s cruel bodywork. Holt game, fighting a series of hustling engagements ro keep Vanessa off her, but down the stretch…Hudgens hops in off Olivia’s left shoulder with a slicing one-two; while Holt’s just stunned - Vanessa pops hips-right, licks her hardest hook of the night up into Holt’s sternum, Olivia peeping in agony, then sinking straight down to a knee - ashen-faced, hugging herself as Vanessa stands up all flaring nostrils and triumphant eyes. THAT’S flyweight punching at its most vigorous.
R6: Olivia BANGS BACK! Vanessa rushes in, gets all chewed up by a robust fusillade iof chugging lefts and rights to her breadbasket - tiny brunette staggering backwards, face-in-gloves under heated blonde donnybrook. Holt baring her teeth, sweeping a wide right hand at Vanessa’s ear - back underneath a shivering, straight-arm left: Vanessa crying out as Olivia wallops away big girl here. Ropes: Vanessa covered up and SHIPPING - Holt just squaring away and flashing flyweight, small-mitt quicks to those toned Latina abs. Drumming of Vanessa’s body creeps up-torso as Olivia establishes hard-working hup-hup - poor Hudgens all rag doll, can’t get off the ropes! Panting, getting thumped, Vanessa has no choice but to hustle back - SENSATIONAL small girl hustle-punching erupts as each digs furiously at the other. Olivia very sturdy here - legs strong, nice wide stance as she keeps her balance, doesn’t fall in, and maintains a healthy lather to bell. Vanessa visibly shaken by the exchange, face a little busted up: Olivia Holt tried to stop there and both girls know it.
R7: OH THEY BANG AWAY! All pretense of civility gone as girls slash into each other with bared teeth. Back and forth, back and forth - small mitts sounding out in pops and cracks on firm, toned flesh - BOTH Vixens hurt, Intense pouncing and rallying - whenever one girl’s legs give way, the other is heartless with her, pouring on mitts to meat. Girls stagger as they try to maintain position under the pelting rain of the other’s punching - both taking pasting facial punches as well as ripping rib-swipe, Crowd delirious at the frenzied work-rate, torrid ebb and flow, but down the stretch - it’s Olivia. Holt finally catching Vanessa a stubby right on the chin Hudgens can’t ignore - brunette stops punching, swaying slightly on her hips with a groggy expression. Holt: third straight right hand off the shoulder, punching in between Hudgens’s raised guard; Vanessa’s head rocks sickly back, body relaxing, knees bending. OH that Holt straight arm left, shivering off Vanessa’s flank, crippling her. Again that left planks onto Vanessa, then Olivia edges in close to curl a more jagged, biting left up into Hudgens’s sternum. Sobbing cry Hudgens - she clinches desperately, hanging on to Olivia to prevent the knockdown. Holt squirming, beats her mitts furiously into the offending ribcage at the bell.
R8: Hudgens brawling her little heart out thus far, despite Vanessa’s pre-fight declarations she wouldn’t take this kind of punishment. Hudgens here finally stabilizes Holt with a rigid, sticking jab. Olivia all busted up and disheveled herself - she’s gambling a bit here, loading up the right hand and jumping at Hudgens with mixed results. Vanessa content to pre-empt Olivia and step away rather than indulging in the brutal trade of earlier rounds - brunette nibbling and stinging, patiently chipping away at her blonde. By the bell, Olivia is hugging her abs to Hudgens’s supreme satisfaction.
R9: Olivia just waving her jab to measure, staking all on her lunging straight right and mop-up hooks, bouncing on her left foot, dragging her right behind her. Hudgens anticipating beautifully - backing away to take the sting off Holt’s strikes, then counter-pouncing to get the better if flowing give and take. Midway through, Vanessa stepping back in good order, lathering repeat hooks at stubborn Holt advance: Olivia buffeted sideway s to ropes, regrouping behind a high guard. Hudgens pounces - dragging her right foot behind her as she jams the right hand between Olivia’s mitts; lashes the left straight-arm against Olivia’s tired ribs. Holt cringing behind her mitts, lips parted in fatigue: Vanessa bats a sidearm right to Holt’s flank; bats the left against the opposite flank back and forth - another left behind Olivia’s elbow for good measure, then hooks Olivia’s face, parting those mitts. HOLT’S HURT! Olivia sitting sadly into ropes, eyes glassy - dukes still up, but limp as blonde body relaxes in stupor. Vanessa POUNDS AWAY! Hudgens’s slender body turns rigid with the effort of tearing at Olivia - hooks and crosses penetrate blonde guard, pasting sleepy blonde face and THE REF STEPS IN! It’s over - TKO9 Vanessa Hudgens!
AFTER: Nessa not waiting a second as she pushes through the ref and anybody surrounding Holt to bounce right into her foe’s face as she bellows out: “BOOM!” That seems to startle Olivia awake a little bit as Nessa laughs cruelly, eyes dancing with mischief as she immediately grips her rival’s biceps to give a little squeeze, aiming to send a knee up to her abs. Air rushes past Holt’s lips as she doubles over a bit and Nessa smirks, “Awww - what’s the matter? Your big bad abs can’t handle that, huh?” as she snickers, then shrugs in another shot to her tummy as Holt doubles over a little further. But, a quick tug on her bicep and her ponytail brings Olivia upright again as Hudgens goes to mount the turnbuckle. Olivia shaking her head, but finds herself face to face with perhaps one of the most hated pairs of abs in the sport and in a much different fashion than she might’ve hoped.
Vanessa leans forward, just lowering her glistening abs towards her rival’s face as she just scrubs herself back and forth against the features of a horrified Holt. Holt is cursing and crying out muffled, but can’t be heard at the moment. Not while Nessa is gliding her tummy back and forth, just grinding her abs down furiously as she holds one hand in Olivia’s blonde tresses to keep her in place. With the other hand, Nessa is pumping a bicep flex to show off and occasionally sends a slap to Olivia’s face when she tries to sneak out underneath Hudgens’ domineering abs. Olivia is moaning out in anger and frustration, just crying out as Hudgens’ continues a flurry of tummy and taunts - calling down “Whose abs stopped your abs? Huh? Your abs are a tub of goo compared to mine, Livy. Your abs got ruined, Holt.” as the ref watches in concern.
Thankfully, Nessa goes to stop her humiliation but only to unleash a new round as she goes to take Olivia on a Walk of Shame. One hand leading her around by her ponytail as a furious Holt staggers in front of her, eyes flashing in anger as she tries to recover from the tummy-smother. Nessa reaches around her to pat her tummy as she hugs her around her waist to keep her upright, but with each pat of her abs, Nessa whispers into her ear, “Mine.” Nessa keeps whispering it into her ear, but not so quietly that the cameras don’t catch it as she finally releases her and shoves Holt out of the ring. Bellowing out into the crowd as she pumps a double bicep-flex and flexes her abs for the audience - as well as for Olivia - who leaves the ring vowing revenge.
At the next press conference for Olivia’s new show (Cloak & Dagger), it’s none other than Vanessa Hudgens in the audience. Video appears to show Nessa patting her tummy and mouthing one word: Mine. Holt, to her credit, doesn’t back down, just staring Nessa down until Hudgens leaves with a confident smirk on her face. This has escalated into a rivalry not to be missed and in the meantime, you shouldn’t miss Olivia’s show either. Check out Cloak & Dagger on Freeform - Thursdays at 8PM that should keep you occupied until the next bout between these two, which seems like it’ll happen sooner rather than later!
