Vanessa Hudgens versus Lily Collins (AMD Title)
Nov 30, 2018 20:45:55 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Nov 30, 2018 20:45:55 GMT -6
Vanessa Hudgens versus Lily Collins (AMD Title)
BEFORE: Both fighters coming in at their absolute fittest, with high confidence and complete enmity towards one another. The two of them can barely even look at one another before the match and when they do, it’s with complete disdain. Plenty of security on hand to try to maintain some semblance of peace, though they appear to know it’ll likely be in vain. Both Nessa and Lily test the vigilance of the security staff by rushing at one another a few times before the match - with Lily showing surprising speed and managing to tag Nessa’s abs during one of those bursts, earning a loud squeal from Nessa and a warning from the ref.
“Once again, the rest of the league, except for maybe Mishy, has allowed Nessa’s rampant delusions to remain unchecked. Tonight, you can consider them checked. I just can’t believe that nobody has been able to remove that AMD title from around Nessa’s chubby tummy, but that is something that once again, I’m going to have to change…” Lily declares in a British accent, full of pride as she grins, “Nobody else has been able to prove that they’re fitter than her. People have talked about some of my own stablemates but one on one, Nessa knows that I’m the f*cking fittest flyweight around. We had a whole night together to discuss the issue and by the end of the evening, helpless Hudgens came around to my point of view. The fact that she is still spouting her bullsh*t is insane, but I’ve got the cure right here. More tummy.” as she pats her tummy with a satisfied smirk.
Vanessa glaring at her British rival with a confident smile of her own, “The idea that Lily is fit as me is a freaking joke. We all know that f*cking fluke in the ‘La Guerra D’Amor’ bout is something she’ll never, ever repeat. That was one of the worst nights of my life being trapped there all night and having to lie over and over again about who was the fittest when we both knew that it was me. I am sick of Lily pretending that she could conquer me, that she could surpass me or be in my league. She is going to admit how full of sh*t she is, if she can find the time in between worshipping the best set of abs in the league…” as she thrusts out her tummy, showing off as her own eyes flicker with rage.
Vanessa coming in wearing a dark blue halter-style bikini top with matching gloves and bottoms - hair in a fighting ponytail; Lily clad in a white sports bra with matching gloves and bottoms, hair also in a fighting ponytail. Once both of them enter the ring, the refs wisely step out of the way as the two of them charge at one another, launching into one another’s abs with a loud, sweaty ‘SMECK’ that echoes throughout the arena as the battle begins...
During R1: Relaxed opening, girls loose - Nessa stepping in the jab - Collins closing her stance, rolling her shoulder as she steps back smoothly and DROPS HUDGENS WITH A COUNTER RIGHT HAND! Collins selling the fade, bends suddenly forward behind a slinging, partially screened right, nailing Hudgens full on the jaw, twisting the brunette sideways and putting her on her buttocks in absolute shock! Hudgens's face shows the disappointment - she punches the canvas, gets wonkily to her feet and firmly nods her head as the ref rubs her gloves. Glorious beat down follows from a surging Lily Collins - Brit gets her shoulder on Hudgens, stands her up against the ropes and gets after it with crisp, tight little strokes in close - Nessa concussed, not punching back - she's covering up in pain, letting Collins wear out the tummy, ribs and jaw in hammer-handed fashion. Hudgens staggering to her corner for the break - Collins giddy with early triumph.
R2: Nessa sucks it up, shakes it off, and shows composure. Hudgens shooting the jab from a high guard - Collins with the right hand cocked at her chest, left hand low, points that left shoulder at Nessa and looks for more counter punching opportunities in a tactical second. Nessa sharp, bringing her hands back quick, controls her rival for points this round.
R3: Collins very crafty with her angles, smoothly sliding in off Nessa's left shoulder, stepping right and dropping that sneaky right hand over the brunette's jab. Hudgens targeting Collins’ abs and it's costing her - Collins very adept at using her shoulders or body lean to deflect blows, and she's belting Hudgens in the breadbasket, jugs and flank with an assortment of clipping, drifting lefts and rights. Hudgens busy but out scored this round - looking a little scuffed up around those proud abs of hers.
R4: No doubt about it - Collins's got the right hand on Hudgens. Lily throwing it selectively, but landing it at will, timing it sweet over Hudgens's extended left and putting discomfort on the statuesque brunette's face. Lily crowding more this round, clinching for breaks - utilizing clever punch and clutch to frustrate Hudgens, walk her backwards, slow the tempo.
R5: Lily fades to the ropes, sets up all supple and loose, rolling with Nessa's punches, scoring clean counters to belly, breasts and cheeks, then tieing up around the ribcage. Midway through, Collins slipping punches, eases her shoulder into Nessa's chest, nudging the brunette back, then pulls away to allow Hudgens to fall into a jarring right uppercut on the inside that puts wobble in brunette trunks. Hudgens holding on in the last minute - Lily's chopping her up, getting work done, and taking a big lead into the second half of this fight.
R6: Hudgens with grim determination on her face - comes out pumping the jab, forcing Lily into a defensive posture at the ropes. Spearing right hand flat on the gut shakes Collins at the knees - she cranes forward to clinch but Hudgens's not having it. Rampaging barrage to the stomach as Hudgens pumps her arms back and forth - Collins beaten back up against the ropes momentarily amazed and a sudden hook across her rack, with a right hand on her belly button has Collins staggered. Collins stumbling to her right - Nessa stepping with her and HEAPING on the beat down - Hudgens shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she mauls Collins with vicious lefts and rights - clean connects shattering off Lily's taut midriff as the girl edges dreamily into the corner. Collins out on her feet, right hand at her side - left hand pushing stupidly against Nessa's chest as Hudgens then shifts her attention upwards - hammers away to the face and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO6 Vanessa Hudgens.
AFTER: Vanessa battered and weary, but glowing with the slick shine that only victory can bring. Fueled by her triumph over her rival, Vanessa has a burst of adrenaline as she bounds across the ring to her corner and hops up on the turnbuckle, raising one hand to the air as she shows off with one finger to state she’s “number one.” and then patting her victorious tummy with her other hand. Beaming with pride as she then notices Collins, who is still woozy a bit but with enough presence of mind to berate the official for stopping the match too early.
Hudgens’ eyes narrow as she hops off of the turnbuckle and Collins, too irate with the referee, does not appear to notice Nessa slipping in behind her as Nessa shrugs up a thigh between Collins’ own legs. This is enough to make Collins stop her legendary dressing down of the official as her eyes widen in agony as she struggles to maintain her footing, legs unhinged as she almost falls to her knees but Nessa helps her stay upright as Nessa yanks on her hair to spin her around and THUMP her into a nearby turnbuckle.
Nessa coos down at Collins, “Seriously, Lil, you should be thanking the official for rescuing you. If he hadn’t come along when he did, there would’ve been nothing left of that pudgy belly of yours. I would’ve just ruined it for-f*cking-ever, right?”
Lily snarls back in between pained gasps of air, “Screw you, Nessa - you know that I would’ve come back, you fugly byt….” but she is cut off by Hudgens sending another knee up, but this time stuffing it into Collins’ own breadbasket.
“Hush now, little LIly…” Nessa says with a cruel chuckle and Lily looks like she’s ready to respond, but another knee up crashing into her tummy takes away any remaining air. Anything she has left is gone just a few seconds later as Nessa steps forward, mounting the turnbuckle with poise and lowers her tummy down, slowly but surely, onto the horrified face of Lily Collins.
The crowd can’t hear Lily’s muffled shouts and curses, but Hudgens can and looks supremely unconcerned. In fact, her smile only seems to grow as she picks up the pace of her taut tummy sliding back and forth across her foe’s face. Switching between gripping her rival’s dark tresses to pull her face deeply between her belly, sandwiching her head back against the turnbuckle so she has nowhere to go but more tummy and occasionally pumping a double bicep flex to show off her fitness, right over her vanquished opponent.
“Once again, another pretender has been exposed…” crowed Nessa, “Another bytch who thought she could be the fittest has learned who the one and only fittest flyweight is. Lily is just a little British bully, but like all bullies, she folded when she went up against somebody tougher, like me. Isn’t that right, Lily?”
Lily takes a moment to pose the question as she peels her slick abs back, just beaming down confidently as a sputtering and scarlet-faced Collins glares up at her. Collins weakly reaches up to try to push at Hudgens’ oncoming abs, but when she is unable to budge tummy, she decides to extend a middle finger instead. This act of defiance is met with a snort from Nessa and you guessed it - more tummy. Nessa’s sweaty belly just covers Collins’ face again, sliding back and forth in crowd-pleasing figure eights all over Lily’s horrified features. Keeping Lily stuck in the furnace of her abs for an interminable length of time as Nessa finally relents once more. Reaching down to cup Lily’s face with one hand, forcing her to gaze up at her as Nessa smirks, “So, who is the fittest flyweight, Lil?”
Collins’ face screws up in rage, as it’s clear she would rather say anything else, but then again, does not want a third trip underneath Hudgens’ imposing tummy as that will not be the charm. Shaking her head back and forth, both to ward off what seems to be inevitable and to catch her breathe, before she finally mutters out breathlessly, “You are. You’re the fittest flyweight” as Nessa pumps her fist into triumph.
“Now bytch…” Nessa says, eyes flashing, “Give my abs a little kiss and tell them you’re sorry skank…”
“For what?” Collins seethe.
“For ever thinking they were less fit than your chubby belly, dumba**!” Nessa fires back as she lowers her abs expectantly and doesn’t have to wait long before she receives a soft kiss across her belly.
Nessa snickers, “Keep going and make sure you apologize, bimbo.” as Collins offers a terse, unconvincing, “I’m sorry for thinking my abs were more fit than yours….”, although Nessa seems pleased as she chuckles, “I’m going to make that my ringtone or maybe I’ll make this my ringtone…” as she listens to Lily softly lick, kiss and worship her abs at Nessa’s request, though she certainly didn’t leave Collins much of an option, if any.
Once Collins’ eyes go glassy and Nessa feels her foe going limp underneath her, Nessa steps back off of the turnbuckle as she delivers a petty slap across Collins’ face as she sneers, “My abs accept your apology, you little shyt, but if you ever insult them again, they’ll be back for more and next time, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with them. I’m the fittest flyweight and you’re OVER.” as she returns the favor from earlier by flipping Collins off. Then, Nessa struts out of the arena to the sound of the crowd chanting her name and the knowledge that, for tonight at least, she had conquered Lily Collins and she couldn’t be happier in her continued (self-declared?) reign atop the flyweight world.
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BEFORE: Both fighters coming in at their absolute fittest, with high confidence and complete enmity towards one another. The two of them can barely even look at one another before the match and when they do, it’s with complete disdain. Plenty of security on hand to try to maintain some semblance of peace, though they appear to know it’ll likely be in vain. Both Nessa and Lily test the vigilance of the security staff by rushing at one another a few times before the match - with Lily showing surprising speed and managing to tag Nessa’s abs during one of those bursts, earning a loud squeal from Nessa and a warning from the ref.
“Once again, the rest of the league, except for maybe Mishy, has allowed Nessa’s rampant delusions to remain unchecked. Tonight, you can consider them checked. I just can’t believe that nobody has been able to remove that AMD title from around Nessa’s chubby tummy, but that is something that once again, I’m going to have to change…” Lily declares in a British accent, full of pride as she grins, “Nobody else has been able to prove that they’re fitter than her. People have talked about some of my own stablemates but one on one, Nessa knows that I’m the f*cking fittest flyweight around. We had a whole night together to discuss the issue and by the end of the evening, helpless Hudgens came around to my point of view. The fact that she is still spouting her bullsh*t is insane, but I’ve got the cure right here. More tummy.” as she pats her tummy with a satisfied smirk.
Vanessa glaring at her British rival with a confident smile of her own, “The idea that Lily is fit as me is a freaking joke. We all know that f*cking fluke in the ‘La Guerra D’Amor’ bout is something she’ll never, ever repeat. That was one of the worst nights of my life being trapped there all night and having to lie over and over again about who was the fittest when we both knew that it was me. I am sick of Lily pretending that she could conquer me, that she could surpass me or be in my league. She is going to admit how full of sh*t she is, if she can find the time in between worshipping the best set of abs in the league…” as she thrusts out her tummy, showing off as her own eyes flicker with rage.
Vanessa coming in wearing a dark blue halter-style bikini top with matching gloves and bottoms - hair in a fighting ponytail; Lily clad in a white sports bra with matching gloves and bottoms, hair also in a fighting ponytail. Once both of them enter the ring, the refs wisely step out of the way as the two of them charge at one another, launching into one another’s abs with a loud, sweaty ‘SMECK’ that echoes throughout the arena as the battle begins...
During R1: Relaxed opening, girls loose - Nessa stepping in the jab - Collins closing her stance, rolling her shoulder as she steps back smoothly and DROPS HUDGENS WITH A COUNTER RIGHT HAND! Collins selling the fade, bends suddenly forward behind a slinging, partially screened right, nailing Hudgens full on the jaw, twisting the brunette sideways and putting her on her buttocks in absolute shock! Hudgens's face shows the disappointment - she punches the canvas, gets wonkily to her feet and firmly nods her head as the ref rubs her gloves. Glorious beat down follows from a surging Lily Collins - Brit gets her shoulder on Hudgens, stands her up against the ropes and gets after it with crisp, tight little strokes in close - Nessa concussed, not punching back - she's covering up in pain, letting Collins wear out the tummy, ribs and jaw in hammer-handed fashion. Hudgens staggering to her corner for the break - Collins giddy with early triumph.
R2: Nessa sucks it up, shakes it off, and shows composure. Hudgens shooting the jab from a high guard - Collins with the right hand cocked at her chest, left hand low, points that left shoulder at Nessa and looks for more counter punching opportunities in a tactical second. Nessa sharp, bringing her hands back quick, controls her rival for points this round.
R3: Collins very crafty with her angles, smoothly sliding in off Nessa's left shoulder, stepping right and dropping that sneaky right hand over the brunette's jab. Hudgens targeting Collins’ abs and it's costing her - Collins very adept at using her shoulders or body lean to deflect blows, and she's belting Hudgens in the breadbasket, jugs and flank with an assortment of clipping, drifting lefts and rights. Hudgens busy but out scored this round - looking a little scuffed up around those proud abs of hers.
R4: No doubt about it - Collins's got the right hand on Hudgens. Lily throwing it selectively, but landing it at will, timing it sweet over Hudgens's extended left and putting discomfort on the statuesque brunette's face. Lily crowding more this round, clinching for breaks - utilizing clever punch and clutch to frustrate Hudgens, walk her backwards, slow the tempo.
R5: Lily fades to the ropes, sets up all supple and loose, rolling with Nessa's punches, scoring clean counters to belly, breasts and cheeks, then tieing up around the ribcage. Midway through, Collins slipping punches, eases her shoulder into Nessa's chest, nudging the brunette back, then pulls away to allow Hudgens to fall into a jarring right uppercut on the inside that puts wobble in brunette trunks. Hudgens holding on in the last minute - Lily's chopping her up, getting work done, and taking a big lead into the second half of this fight.
R6: Hudgens with grim determination on her face - comes out pumping the jab, forcing Lily into a defensive posture at the ropes. Spearing right hand flat on the gut shakes Collins at the knees - she cranes forward to clinch but Hudgens's not having it. Rampaging barrage to the stomach as Hudgens pumps her arms back and forth - Collins beaten back up against the ropes momentarily amazed and a sudden hook across her rack, with a right hand on her belly button has Collins staggered. Collins stumbling to her right - Nessa stepping with her and HEAPING on the beat down - Hudgens shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she mauls Collins with vicious lefts and rights - clean connects shattering off Lily's taut midriff as the girl edges dreamily into the corner. Collins out on her feet, right hand at her side - left hand pushing stupidly against Nessa's chest as Hudgens then shifts her attention upwards - hammers away to the face and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO6 Vanessa Hudgens.
AFTER: Vanessa battered and weary, but glowing with the slick shine that only victory can bring. Fueled by her triumph over her rival, Vanessa has a burst of adrenaline as she bounds across the ring to her corner and hops up on the turnbuckle, raising one hand to the air as she shows off with one finger to state she’s “number one.” and then patting her victorious tummy with her other hand. Beaming with pride as she then notices Collins, who is still woozy a bit but with enough presence of mind to berate the official for stopping the match too early.
Hudgens’ eyes narrow as she hops off of the turnbuckle and Collins, too irate with the referee, does not appear to notice Nessa slipping in behind her as Nessa shrugs up a thigh between Collins’ own legs. This is enough to make Collins stop her legendary dressing down of the official as her eyes widen in agony as she struggles to maintain her footing, legs unhinged as she almost falls to her knees but Nessa helps her stay upright as Nessa yanks on her hair to spin her around and THUMP her into a nearby turnbuckle.
Nessa coos down at Collins, “Seriously, Lil, you should be thanking the official for rescuing you. If he hadn’t come along when he did, there would’ve been nothing left of that pudgy belly of yours. I would’ve just ruined it for-f*cking-ever, right?”
Lily snarls back in between pained gasps of air, “Screw you, Nessa - you know that I would’ve come back, you fugly byt….” but she is cut off by Hudgens sending another knee up, but this time stuffing it into Collins’ own breadbasket.
“Hush now, little LIly…” Nessa says with a cruel chuckle and Lily looks like she’s ready to respond, but another knee up crashing into her tummy takes away any remaining air. Anything she has left is gone just a few seconds later as Nessa steps forward, mounting the turnbuckle with poise and lowers her tummy down, slowly but surely, onto the horrified face of Lily Collins.
The crowd can’t hear Lily’s muffled shouts and curses, but Hudgens can and looks supremely unconcerned. In fact, her smile only seems to grow as she picks up the pace of her taut tummy sliding back and forth across her foe’s face. Switching between gripping her rival’s dark tresses to pull her face deeply between her belly, sandwiching her head back against the turnbuckle so she has nowhere to go but more tummy and occasionally pumping a double bicep flex to show off her fitness, right over her vanquished opponent.
“Once again, another pretender has been exposed…” crowed Nessa, “Another bytch who thought she could be the fittest has learned who the one and only fittest flyweight is. Lily is just a little British bully, but like all bullies, she folded when she went up against somebody tougher, like me. Isn’t that right, Lily?”
Lily takes a moment to pose the question as she peels her slick abs back, just beaming down confidently as a sputtering and scarlet-faced Collins glares up at her. Collins weakly reaches up to try to push at Hudgens’ oncoming abs, but when she is unable to budge tummy, she decides to extend a middle finger instead. This act of defiance is met with a snort from Nessa and you guessed it - more tummy. Nessa’s sweaty belly just covers Collins’ face again, sliding back and forth in crowd-pleasing figure eights all over Lily’s horrified features. Keeping Lily stuck in the furnace of her abs for an interminable length of time as Nessa finally relents once more. Reaching down to cup Lily’s face with one hand, forcing her to gaze up at her as Nessa smirks, “So, who is the fittest flyweight, Lil?”
Collins’ face screws up in rage, as it’s clear she would rather say anything else, but then again, does not want a third trip underneath Hudgens’ imposing tummy as that will not be the charm. Shaking her head back and forth, both to ward off what seems to be inevitable and to catch her breathe, before she finally mutters out breathlessly, “You are. You’re the fittest flyweight” as Nessa pumps her fist into triumph.
“Now bytch…” Nessa says, eyes flashing, “Give my abs a little kiss and tell them you’re sorry skank…”
“For what?” Collins seethe.
“For ever thinking they were less fit than your chubby belly, dumba**!” Nessa fires back as she lowers her abs expectantly and doesn’t have to wait long before she receives a soft kiss across her belly.
Nessa snickers, “Keep going and make sure you apologize, bimbo.” as Collins offers a terse, unconvincing, “I’m sorry for thinking my abs were more fit than yours….”, although Nessa seems pleased as she chuckles, “I’m going to make that my ringtone or maybe I’ll make this my ringtone…” as she listens to Lily softly lick, kiss and worship her abs at Nessa’s request, though she certainly didn’t leave Collins much of an option, if any.
Once Collins’ eyes go glassy and Nessa feels her foe going limp underneath her, Nessa steps back off of the turnbuckle as she delivers a petty slap across Collins’ face as she sneers, “My abs accept your apology, you little shyt, but if you ever insult them again, they’ll be back for more and next time, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with them. I’m the fittest flyweight and you’re OVER.” as she returns the favor from earlier by flipping Collins off. Then, Nessa struts out of the arena to the sound of the crowd chanting her name and the knowledge that, for tonight at least, she had conquered Lily Collins and she couldn’t be happier in her continued (self-declared?) reign atop the flyweight world.