1. Lily Collins vs Vanessa Hudgens V (Bare Knuckle Bout)
Aug 17, 2019 7:42:20 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Aug 17, 2019 7:42:20 GMT -6
2019 VIX/Lookout! Stable War II (August 17)
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
1. Lily Collins vs Vanessa Hudgens V (Bare Knuckle Bout)
Lily:
(29, 5’5, 112, 23:5 FCBA, VIXENs)
Vanessa:
(30, 5’2, 69:33 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
“This is gonna be sweet payback. ABSOLUTE, zero-mercy PAYBACK for what Collins did to my sister,” Vanessa Hudgens seething backstage as her trainers help secure both her fists in white sticky tape. “This b*tch just doesn’t know when to quit, does she? I’ve wrecked her pathetic body countless times, made her worship my abs countless more, and she still wants more of this…” Vanessa patting her toned tummy with a smug look of condescension. “Well, Lily, you’re gonna get another taster soon enough. Just remember when you’re blubbering into my abs later on: you f*cking asked for this!”
Lily shaking her head as she listens to the comments from an undisclosed location backstage. Officials know better by this point than to put these two in close proximity to one another. The Vixen is sitting casually on a locker room bench, Co-Head Trainer Corey Saucier gingerly wrapping up her left hand in fighting tape as well.
“No gloves tonight? Wonderful. Just gives me more ways to hurt poor Nessa, and hurt her badly. I almost gagged when I saw the announcement that she got admitted into the Hall-of-Fame. Well, allow me to be the first girl to welcome her OFFICIALLY by breaking her in two and giving that stupid face a good tummy scrub. Mishy and whoever the f*ck else can wait their turn. Hudgens is MINE tonight.”
Lights dim in the arena as these two ladies make their entrance one after another, Lily coming out first and looking fit for fighting: white and loose sports blouse cut off just over her bra-line, wearing a flexible red thong for bottoms, giving her maximum flexibility. Vanessa bursting onto the stage with a wide smile, tongue stuck out, wavy, shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind as she strides down the ramp to rock music. The Lookout starlet is wearing a grey sports bra top, black undies, both her hands and feet taped in white.
This being a bare-knuckle bout, the only difference is the removal of gloves from the ring. Everything else the same: two girls knocking each other out for ten rounds. Tape wound around the fingers, palms and wrists in order to provide some minimum protection to the user as they exchange blows later.
Ladies scowl at each other from across the ring, doing final stretches and goading each other on with loud taunts to do their worse. Lily pointing and gesturing, making crude remarks about Vanessa’s ‘flab’ whilst Hudgens shadow-boxing in corner, getting incensed at her remarks, before shrieking at the referee to get things moving along.
Ref waves for the bell and HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action and the first fight of the evening. May the best stable (and fittest woman) win!
ROUND 1:
Arch rivals are surprisingly tame in the opening round, moving fast about each other and only trading occasional punches in both directions. Perhaps it's the bare-knuckled nature of this contest, neither lady wanting to feel the brunt of bone-cracking knuckles on their pretty facial features. Lily is first to score with a rapid flurry to the nose, and there's a sickening crunch as the first damage of the night is wrought. Vanessa jumping back immediately, her face scrunched up, realising one fist landing is like a three-shot equivalent on the pain index. Vanessa however letting ripppp one of own right back, catching Lily on the lips in a flail of fists flying in both directions. Collins walking right into that one the hard way, and both girls end up grappling in the last few seconds, the lack of gloves meaning they're both fully capable of wrapping loose fingers around stray hair, pulling and tugging for leverage, snarling in each other's faces up close with this rivalry boiling over. Referee has to break them apart repeatedly, reminding the two boxers that the only way they've gonna win points is through knuckle-on-flesh action.
ROUND 2:
Girls finally settling down into proper boxing mode, keeping their distance and relying on that old, reliable jabbing-from-afar technique. First minute sees a rapid exchange in both directions, both hitting stiff shots to the nostrils and lips. But then, Collins DECKS her rival across face after swerving to avoid a stinging hook from Nessa. Brit grinning widely, and by contrast, Vanessa's is a mixture of pain and agony as she moves to retreat. Collins pursuing, sending more jabs into her forearms as Hudgens covers up the head but her body taking a beating whap whap whappp into the midsection. Nessa grunts in pain and eyes flashing in anger, but still too fast to get pinned down, ends the round absolutely seething as the two girls lock up one more time, sending mutual short jabs into each other's sides whilst growling and shoving with arms wrapped around the neck.
ROUND 3:
Supremely confident Lily comes forward whilst striking once more - perhaps she should take a page out of her previous playboo, underestimating Hudgens in this manner... First minute sees another rapid flurry that resembles a foxy boxing rather than a real contest, but make no mistake, these two want to hurt each other real bad. Fists snagging the cheek and chin elicit grunts shouted out concurrently, with Nessa keeping her guard up and firmly blocking, then hitting Collins back into the body and paying the Brit back for that last round of tummy punishment. Collins shocked to say the least, with Vanessa almost exclusively firing all cylinders and targeting her midsection. It's reminiscent of their AMD fights of days before, and each time she parried with her guard, Vanessa Blasts those knuckles straight into her nostrils, resulting in painful, loud WHAPs that are sure to indicate damage being done to her rival. Third minute and Collins is reduced to heavy pants by the ropes, as she rotates and retreats, trying to keep out of range and take a breather. Not a great ending for the Vixen as Hudgens, smirking, uses the rest of the round to pick her off from afar, more tummy-tucking shots into the body as she raps those taped knuckles into Lily's abs.
ROUND 4:
This conflict starting to get heated one more time, in the long history of warfare between these two fittest Flys. WILD exchange of shots to the body takes place in the center ring amidst blows to each other's raised arms, as though girls agreeing mutually to resume their AMD contest even though the title is not on the line tonight. Lefts and rights drilled into the sides, they take turns shoving each other back, before refusing to retreat and barrelling forward with a barrage of their own into the body and chest. Hudgens in particular seems hellbent on reestablishing her Fittest Flyweight credentials, especially over a hated rival like Collins, BANGS away with hooks that batter Lily's sides, making the Brit wince and whimper in pain. But Collins swinging up high in tandemic retaliation, SCORES nasty shots right back into Vanessa's face that rotate her about this way and that!! UGHH! Hudgens goes stumbling in shock after a fourth such flourish sends her 180 degrees about! Collins letting her fists do the talking, another double crack disappearing into the tummy, before a right uppercut SMASHES Hudgens clean off her feet! BLAM goes the Lookout starlet as she flies and lands on her back!
It's only the fourth round and we already have the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening! Hudgens definitely alive and kicking, however, breathing hard as she struggles to redeem her dignity and climb back to her feet. Meanwhile, Collins already eyeing her with a smirk from neutral corner, tummy pulsing in and out as she brainstorms about all the possible ways she’ll make Hudgens worship her abs by the evening’s end.
Hudgens growling in defiance as she makes it back up by the count of 8, head still groggy but teeth bared and ready for retribution. The last minute resumes and Vanessa goes on the defensive, fending off more blows from Collins, Lily not leaping in just yet to mop up, knows she’s got the upper hand this round and wants to keep it that way.
ROUND 5:
Bare fists hitting flesh definitely seem to sting a lot more, with knuckles crunching into the side of the face as both ladies deliver devastating blows at the opening bell. Vanessa in particular roaring back with a vengeance, crunching a hook low into Lily’s side, making her grunt and fold over in half, before another wild swing up top crashes into the side of her face, sending her flailing! All this while, Lily ain’t playing possum, firing back with punches best she can, but make no mistake, Hudgens just dishing out double trouble and absorbing the rest, sending Lily crashing into the ropes with minutes to spare! HERE Comes HUDGENS!! Wild fury of uppercuts and swings landing on Lily’s midsection, as the Brit covers up and yelps, her hated rival IN HER FACE and not going anywhere! Lily tries to clinch up but gets ROCKED by a stray uppercut to the chin - painful shout as DOWN THE VIXEN GOES, Lily first bouncing off the ropes and then down face-first to canvas!
What a RETURN KNOCKDOWN for Vanessa Hudgens, who’s still bellowing down at her fallen adversary: “HOW YOU’D LIKE THAT, YOU BRITISH BIMBO?!?” before the referee’s pushing her back to her own corner for the countout. It’s only in a contest between rivals of this calibre will you get a back-to-back spectacle like this, folks! Lily struggling to sit back up, one hand on the middle rope as she tries to pull herself back up, finally recovers by the count of 8. She’s no longer smirking, that’s for sure!
A minute and a half left on the clock and it’s Collins’ turn to cover and run, evading short, fast jabs from Hudgens, who's fighting like a different beast as the recent Hall-of-Famer ROARS back in to try and finish her opponent off. Lily grunting as her guard gets whacked and wailed on side to side, her tummy gaining exclusive rights as Nessa lets out a frustrated shriek like a banshee, starts packing her fists into tummy over and over again. Collins manages to score a banging hook off the side of Hudgens’ head, rattling her foe in the last minute before clinching up to use her superior height advantage. Girls growling in each other’s arms, shoving and shrieking with arms wrapped around shoulders and waistlines. Fists still active all the way to the bell, pounding on the tummy down below hup hup hup HUPP with mutual exchanges of groans.
ROUND 6:
Back in the thick of things, and both girls dead even in terms of points, each hoping to soar ahead here with a third knockdown of the evening, and hopefully its last. They get into each other’s faces early, resume knocking those arms out of the way, bodies then crashing into each other with another SLAP of belly-on-belly before resuming their fists-buried-in-body strategy. Collins getting folded over as Nessa tugs on her stray hair, then SHOCKS her with a balled fist disappearing into midsection. Gasp and gak from Collins as the wind is blown out of her repeatedly, but the Vixen still hanging on, quite literally, shoving her fists into Nessa's chin and chest, before SHOCKING her clean across the face with a follow-up right hook! Hudgens suddenly glassy-eyed, striving to protect her head more - no amount of fitness is gonna protect her from getting her brains blown out all over the canvas, after all. She covers up hastily, but then gasps as Lily shoots in another left-right combo into her sternum, below the belly button, further pushing her back with a loud grunt. IT'S LILY’S TURN at the spotlight, stalking after her prey, alternating between more blows into Nessa's body, then rocking hooks into Vanessa’s guard! The Lookout starlet backs into the ropes, mouth open as she makes herself look small! Collins jumping in with a leaping cross, Bangs her fist off the top of the forehead! Vanessa almost gets thrown over the top rope from the momentum, comes back just in time for a followup hook that SMASHES into her chin… and DOWN THE FITTEST FLYWEIGHT GOES!!
Good lord - these two exchanging knockdowns like NOBODY’S business! Lily herself panting hard over Nessa's prone form, Hudgens breathing hard on her side but making no move to recover! Herded away, Lily at first not complying with the referee's instructions, stalking left and right, her eyes fixed on Hudgens stirring on the ground and waiting for the inevitable moment of her victory. Vanessa getting screamed at by her sister, Stella, by ringside, along with other members of her stable. This here’s the first match of the stable war after all, and by golly, it ain't a good start if she loses the opening round! Vanessa’s legs wobbly as she gives it her all, body shaking as she pushes herself upwards, but then falls back to her knees at the last moment! Referee calls for the bell after he hits the 10-count!! IT’S All OVER!!
Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Vanessa Hudgens via KO6!
AFTER:
NO gloves to rip off this time, folks, as Collins dispenses with the celebrations and goes STRAIGHT for her prey! Hands sunk into Nessa’s hair as she immediately drives a knee up into her chin just to make sure she’s subdued for what’s coming next!
Hudgens already screaming as she’s pulled up to her feet up by her dishevelled dark locks, then silenced as another kneecap disappears into midsection and up between the thighs, Lily licking her lips as she simply FOLDS her over in half, pinned on the ropes.
End result: Vanessa left blubbering into Lily’s abs, her lips smashed into her sweat-slicked tummy as Collins uses her tight grip on the top of her head to guide her in all the way. Hudgens’ muffled screams turn to groaning, eyelids fluttering from the side as the cameras capture the moment. Lily hissing down at her hapless prey, “Let that siiiiink in, Nessie. You’ll never be as good as me.”
Flash of movement by ringside - all this time, both VIX and Lookout corners in an uproar, with the Lookout corner not at all happy that the post-fight humiliation is already commencing when the night’s just getting started, and the VIX girls reveling in the first win of the night, raucous cheers for their teammate’s celebration in the ring. Ring officials however were already on standby, forming a locked line between both stables, before eventually flooding the ring to break the two hellcats apart.
Hudgens finally released as Lily’s pulled off her perch. She sinks down to her knees before collapsing onto her back, completely tummied out. Lily turning with a lasting smirk, two hands up in the air, cementing the first win of the evening to the Vixens!
VIX/Lookout! Stable War II: 1:0
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
1. Lily Collins vs Vanessa Hudgens V (Bare Knuckle Bout)
Lily:
(29, 5’5, 112, 23:5 FCBA, VIXENs)
Vanessa:
(30, 5’2, 69:33 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
“This is gonna be sweet payback. ABSOLUTE, zero-mercy PAYBACK for what Collins did to my sister,” Vanessa Hudgens seething backstage as her trainers help secure both her fists in white sticky tape. “This b*tch just doesn’t know when to quit, does she? I’ve wrecked her pathetic body countless times, made her worship my abs countless more, and she still wants more of this…” Vanessa patting her toned tummy with a smug look of condescension. “Well, Lily, you’re gonna get another taster soon enough. Just remember when you’re blubbering into my abs later on: you f*cking asked for this!”
Lily shaking her head as she listens to the comments from an undisclosed location backstage. Officials know better by this point than to put these two in close proximity to one another. The Vixen is sitting casually on a locker room bench, Co-Head Trainer Corey Saucier gingerly wrapping up her left hand in fighting tape as well.
“No gloves tonight? Wonderful. Just gives me more ways to hurt poor Nessa, and hurt her badly. I almost gagged when I saw the announcement that she got admitted into the Hall-of-Fame. Well, allow me to be the first girl to welcome her OFFICIALLY by breaking her in two and giving that stupid face a good tummy scrub. Mishy and whoever the f*ck else can wait their turn. Hudgens is MINE tonight.”
Lights dim in the arena as these two ladies make their entrance one after another, Lily coming out first and looking fit for fighting: white and loose sports blouse cut off just over her bra-line, wearing a flexible red thong for bottoms, giving her maximum flexibility. Vanessa bursting onto the stage with a wide smile, tongue stuck out, wavy, shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind as she strides down the ramp to rock music. The Lookout starlet is wearing a grey sports bra top, black undies, both her hands and feet taped in white.
This being a bare-knuckle bout, the only difference is the removal of gloves from the ring. Everything else the same: two girls knocking each other out for ten rounds. Tape wound around the fingers, palms and wrists in order to provide some minimum protection to the user as they exchange blows later.
Ladies scowl at each other from across the ring, doing final stretches and goading each other on with loud taunts to do their worse. Lily pointing and gesturing, making crude remarks about Vanessa’s ‘flab’ whilst Hudgens shadow-boxing in corner, getting incensed at her remarks, before shrieking at the referee to get things moving along.
Ref waves for the bell and HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action and the first fight of the evening. May the best stable (and fittest woman) win!
ROUND 1:
Arch rivals are surprisingly tame in the opening round, moving fast about each other and only trading occasional punches in both directions. Perhaps it's the bare-knuckled nature of this contest, neither lady wanting to feel the brunt of bone-cracking knuckles on their pretty facial features. Lily is first to score with a rapid flurry to the nose, and there's a sickening crunch as the first damage of the night is wrought. Vanessa jumping back immediately, her face scrunched up, realising one fist landing is like a three-shot equivalent on the pain index. Vanessa however letting ripppp one of own right back, catching Lily on the lips in a flail of fists flying in both directions. Collins walking right into that one the hard way, and both girls end up grappling in the last few seconds, the lack of gloves meaning they're both fully capable of wrapping loose fingers around stray hair, pulling and tugging for leverage, snarling in each other's faces up close with this rivalry boiling over. Referee has to break them apart repeatedly, reminding the two boxers that the only way they've gonna win points is through knuckle-on-flesh action.
ROUND 2:
Girls finally settling down into proper boxing mode, keeping their distance and relying on that old, reliable jabbing-from-afar technique. First minute sees a rapid exchange in both directions, both hitting stiff shots to the nostrils and lips. But then, Collins DECKS her rival across face after swerving to avoid a stinging hook from Nessa. Brit grinning widely, and by contrast, Vanessa's is a mixture of pain and agony as she moves to retreat. Collins pursuing, sending more jabs into her forearms as Hudgens covers up the head but her body taking a beating whap whap whappp into the midsection. Nessa grunts in pain and eyes flashing in anger, but still too fast to get pinned down, ends the round absolutely seething as the two girls lock up one more time, sending mutual short jabs into each other's sides whilst growling and shoving with arms wrapped around the neck.
ROUND 3:
Supremely confident Lily comes forward whilst striking once more - perhaps she should take a page out of her previous playboo, underestimating Hudgens in this manner... First minute sees another rapid flurry that resembles a foxy boxing rather than a real contest, but make no mistake, these two want to hurt each other real bad. Fists snagging the cheek and chin elicit grunts shouted out concurrently, with Nessa keeping her guard up and firmly blocking, then hitting Collins back into the body and paying the Brit back for that last round of tummy punishment. Collins shocked to say the least, with Vanessa almost exclusively firing all cylinders and targeting her midsection. It's reminiscent of their AMD fights of days before, and each time she parried with her guard, Vanessa Blasts those knuckles straight into her nostrils, resulting in painful, loud WHAPs that are sure to indicate damage being done to her rival. Third minute and Collins is reduced to heavy pants by the ropes, as she rotates and retreats, trying to keep out of range and take a breather. Not a great ending for the Vixen as Hudgens, smirking, uses the rest of the round to pick her off from afar, more tummy-tucking shots into the body as she raps those taped knuckles into Lily's abs.
ROUND 4:
This conflict starting to get heated one more time, in the long history of warfare between these two fittest Flys. WILD exchange of shots to the body takes place in the center ring amidst blows to each other's raised arms, as though girls agreeing mutually to resume their AMD contest even though the title is not on the line tonight. Lefts and rights drilled into the sides, they take turns shoving each other back, before refusing to retreat and barrelling forward with a barrage of their own into the body and chest. Hudgens in particular seems hellbent on reestablishing her Fittest Flyweight credentials, especially over a hated rival like Collins, BANGS away with hooks that batter Lily's sides, making the Brit wince and whimper in pain. But Collins swinging up high in tandemic retaliation, SCORES nasty shots right back into Vanessa's face that rotate her about this way and that!! UGHH! Hudgens goes stumbling in shock after a fourth such flourish sends her 180 degrees about! Collins letting her fists do the talking, another double crack disappearing into the tummy, before a right uppercut SMASHES Hudgens clean off her feet! BLAM goes the Lookout starlet as she flies and lands on her back!
It's only the fourth round and we already have the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening! Hudgens definitely alive and kicking, however, breathing hard as she struggles to redeem her dignity and climb back to her feet. Meanwhile, Collins already eyeing her with a smirk from neutral corner, tummy pulsing in and out as she brainstorms about all the possible ways she’ll make Hudgens worship her abs by the evening’s end.
Hudgens growling in defiance as she makes it back up by the count of 8, head still groggy but teeth bared and ready for retribution. The last minute resumes and Vanessa goes on the defensive, fending off more blows from Collins, Lily not leaping in just yet to mop up, knows she’s got the upper hand this round and wants to keep it that way.
ROUND 5:
Bare fists hitting flesh definitely seem to sting a lot more, with knuckles crunching into the side of the face as both ladies deliver devastating blows at the opening bell. Vanessa in particular roaring back with a vengeance, crunching a hook low into Lily’s side, making her grunt and fold over in half, before another wild swing up top crashes into the side of her face, sending her flailing! All this while, Lily ain’t playing possum, firing back with punches best she can, but make no mistake, Hudgens just dishing out double trouble and absorbing the rest, sending Lily crashing into the ropes with minutes to spare! HERE Comes HUDGENS!! Wild fury of uppercuts and swings landing on Lily’s midsection, as the Brit covers up and yelps, her hated rival IN HER FACE and not going anywhere! Lily tries to clinch up but gets ROCKED by a stray uppercut to the chin - painful shout as DOWN THE VIXEN GOES, Lily first bouncing off the ropes and then down face-first to canvas!
What a RETURN KNOCKDOWN for Vanessa Hudgens, who’s still bellowing down at her fallen adversary: “HOW YOU’D LIKE THAT, YOU BRITISH BIMBO?!?” before the referee’s pushing her back to her own corner for the countout. It’s only in a contest between rivals of this calibre will you get a back-to-back spectacle like this, folks! Lily struggling to sit back up, one hand on the middle rope as she tries to pull herself back up, finally recovers by the count of 8. She’s no longer smirking, that’s for sure!
A minute and a half left on the clock and it’s Collins’ turn to cover and run, evading short, fast jabs from Hudgens, who's fighting like a different beast as the recent Hall-of-Famer ROARS back in to try and finish her opponent off. Lily grunting as her guard gets whacked and wailed on side to side, her tummy gaining exclusive rights as Nessa lets out a frustrated shriek like a banshee, starts packing her fists into tummy over and over again. Collins manages to score a banging hook off the side of Hudgens’ head, rattling her foe in the last minute before clinching up to use her superior height advantage. Girls growling in each other’s arms, shoving and shrieking with arms wrapped around shoulders and waistlines. Fists still active all the way to the bell, pounding on the tummy down below hup hup hup HUPP with mutual exchanges of groans.
ROUND 6:
Back in the thick of things, and both girls dead even in terms of points, each hoping to soar ahead here with a third knockdown of the evening, and hopefully its last. They get into each other’s faces early, resume knocking those arms out of the way, bodies then crashing into each other with another SLAP of belly-on-belly before resuming their fists-buried-in-body strategy. Collins getting folded over as Nessa tugs on her stray hair, then SHOCKS her with a balled fist disappearing into midsection. Gasp and gak from Collins as the wind is blown out of her repeatedly, but the Vixen still hanging on, quite literally, shoving her fists into Nessa's chin and chest, before SHOCKING her clean across the face with a follow-up right hook! Hudgens suddenly glassy-eyed, striving to protect her head more - no amount of fitness is gonna protect her from getting her brains blown out all over the canvas, after all. She covers up hastily, but then gasps as Lily shoots in another left-right combo into her sternum, below the belly button, further pushing her back with a loud grunt. IT'S LILY’S TURN at the spotlight, stalking after her prey, alternating between more blows into Nessa's body, then rocking hooks into Vanessa’s guard! The Lookout starlet backs into the ropes, mouth open as she makes herself look small! Collins jumping in with a leaping cross, Bangs her fist off the top of the forehead! Vanessa almost gets thrown over the top rope from the momentum, comes back just in time for a followup hook that SMASHES into her chin… and DOWN THE FITTEST FLYWEIGHT GOES!!
Good lord - these two exchanging knockdowns like NOBODY’S business! Lily herself panting hard over Nessa's prone form, Hudgens breathing hard on her side but making no move to recover! Herded away, Lily at first not complying with the referee's instructions, stalking left and right, her eyes fixed on Hudgens stirring on the ground and waiting for the inevitable moment of her victory. Vanessa getting screamed at by her sister, Stella, by ringside, along with other members of her stable. This here’s the first match of the stable war after all, and by golly, it ain't a good start if she loses the opening round! Vanessa’s legs wobbly as she gives it her all, body shaking as she pushes herself upwards, but then falls back to her knees at the last moment! Referee calls for the bell after he hits the 10-count!! IT’S All OVER!!
Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Vanessa Hudgens via KO6!
AFTER:
NO gloves to rip off this time, folks, as Collins dispenses with the celebrations and goes STRAIGHT for her prey! Hands sunk into Nessa’s hair as she immediately drives a knee up into her chin just to make sure she’s subdued for what’s coming next!
Hudgens already screaming as she’s pulled up to her feet up by her dishevelled dark locks, then silenced as another kneecap disappears into midsection and up between the thighs, Lily licking her lips as she simply FOLDS her over in half, pinned on the ropes.
End result: Vanessa left blubbering into Lily’s abs, her lips smashed into her sweat-slicked tummy as Collins uses her tight grip on the top of her head to guide her in all the way. Hudgens’ muffled screams turn to groaning, eyelids fluttering from the side as the cameras capture the moment. Lily hissing down at her hapless prey, “Let that siiiiink in, Nessie. You’ll never be as good as me.”
Flash of movement by ringside - all this time, both VIX and Lookout corners in an uproar, with the Lookout corner not at all happy that the post-fight humiliation is already commencing when the night’s just getting started, and the VIX girls reveling in the first win of the night, raucous cheers for their teammate’s celebration in the ring. Ring officials however were already on standby, forming a locked line between both stables, before eventually flooding the ring to break the two hellcats apart.
Hudgens finally released as Lily’s pulled off her perch. She sinks down to her knees before collapsing onto her back, completely tummied out. Lily turning with a lasting smirk, two hands up in the air, cementing the first win of the evening to the Vixens!
VIX/Lookout! Stable War II: 1:0
