Michelle Williams vs. Vanessa Hudgens (Hall of Fame Match)
Aug 31, 2019 0:04:35 GMT -6
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Michelle Williams vs. Vanessa Hudgens (Hall of Fame Match)
(Words: Front Street - Post-Fight: HISC / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE:
There's little question that this is now the very best rivalry in the FCBA, so there's really not any need for additional stipulations...to get the fans interested. But. The absolute LOATHING that exists between the two fighters makes stipulations necessary...for the fighters...to add an even greater degree of HUMILIATION for the loser. And, thus, this fight will decide whether or not Michelle Williams will have to make Vanessa Hudgens' Hall of Fame induction speech...or, if Williams will decide where Hudgens' bust will go in the Hall of Fame (and, the place DOES have restrooms...)
"Not. Worthy," says a hard-eyed Michelle. "She's nothing but a Disney brat and she doesn't deserve to be in the Hall of Fame with people like Claire Danes, Natalie Portman, and Michelle Williams, fighters and performers with actual TALENT. And, while there's nothing I can do to prevent her entering the Hall, I CAN make sure the bust of her ugly face isn't anywhere near those of the deserving members. And, that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Mishy, Mishy, Mishy," says Vanessa with a grin. "What HAVEN'T I taken from you? I've taken your title. I've taken your career. And, now, I'm entering the Hall of Fame DESPITE your best efforts. And. After tonight, YOU are going to be giving the speech inducting me. How. Delicious!"
ROUND ONE:
Nobody wasting any time. Williams right after Hudgens and 'Nessa's not giving any ground or doing any dancing. She stands right there and fires back and we've got HAMMER AND TONGS going on in the first minute of this thing! Crowd going nuts as the leather flies and 'NESSA IS HURT! Williams a sneaky short right hook that wobbles the brunette's legs and now the blonde is ALL IN! Williams winging away trying to visit the ULTIMATE humiliation on her hated rival, a KO1! 'Nessa giving ground, covering up, forced back into the ropes, where Williams RAVAGES her to both head and body. Referee looking in as Mishy dials up the punishment, but Hudgens doing enough offensively to stave off the stoppage. What she can't do is slow down Michelle, who hammers away right to the bell, claiming the first wide to lead 10-9.
ROUND TWO:
Williams right back to work. 'Nessa keeping the guard high, giving ground, playing defense, clearly still hur...BOOM! Right-hand counter, 'Nessa! Did she just SUCKER Williams? Yes. Yes, she DID! And now it's Michelle who's wobbled and taking a ton of fire. 'Nessa SNARLING as she REEFS shot after shot at her hated rival. Williams keeping the guard high, giving ground, eventually forced back to the ropes for a complete 180 of the previous round. Hudgens POUNDING at Williams now, paying her back, with interest, for the punishment she received in the first. Again, the ref's watching, but, again, the girl in trouble is a crafty veteran who knows how to keep him at bay to the bell. But, when it rings, Vanessa has claimed the second wide and evened the fight at 19.
ROUND THREE:
Hudgens banging away at Michelle. Williams backing and covering as 'Nessa sits down on everything. Williams is in DEEP trouble, and her younger rival is REVELING in it, TALKING to Williams as she hammers away. "Get ready to make that SPEECH, bytch!" "You're going to take a NICE long nap in the sand, sl*t!" The only things nastier than 'Nessa's mouth are the punches the brunette's landing. By the final minute, Mishy's rope bound and taking again, and the referee is on a hair-trigger. He's not going to watch much more of this, because it's CARNAGE. What can be holding Williams up? Don't ask the brunette, because she's got no clue. She's throwing everything she has at the older woman, but she can't shut her down. At the bell, Williams is still standing, but Vanessa's won it wide and leads 29-28.
ROUND FOUR:
'Nessa STOMPING forward, throwing up sand as she takes the fight to the blonde. Mishy again giving ground, still looking a bit unsteady as the brunette has her way, sitting down on punc...BOOM! Vanessa is HURT! Turnabout and all that as Mishy SUCKERS Hudgens right into a THUNDEROUS right hand counter and the brunette is all wobbly butt! Blonde quickly switches over to the offensive, letting the hands go and driving Hudgens across the sand with flurry after flurry of hard, accurate leather. 'Nessa wide-eyed and rubber legged as Williams goes for the kill. Brunette is rope bound and the referee is yet again having to decide whether or not to stop this thing as Michelle gives Hudgens as thorough a beating as you can imagine. At the bell, 'Nessa's still standing, but it's Williams wide and we are even at 38.
ROUND FIVE:
Williams after Hudgens early, as 'Nessa plays defense. Brunette has some of the legs back, and, after about 45 seconds, is moving well. And. She IS moving. For the first time all night, we're seeing the Hudgens' athleticism on full display as she circles and turns, reverses motion, even does a little bouncing and jabbing. Williams has seen this act before, so, she slowly pursues, working her own feet, looking to cut the ring...BOOM! Right hand, 'Nessa! This time, no traps or tricks, just a pretty combination ending with a straight right that wobbles Mishy! 'Nessa all in immediately and DOWN GOES WILLIAMS! Mishy sent crashing to her back in the sand with a BLISTERING combination! Hudgens, arms raised, MARCHES to a neutral corner. Michelle staring wide-eyed up at the ref as he counts. Numbers mounting. But. Somehow, the blonde gets back to her feet at nine. Takes the mandatory, then steels herself. Because, on comes 'NESSA! Hudgens winging away, driving Michelle back to the ropes where the blonde hangs on in a high guard for a full minute, taking an absolute THRASHING. BUT. She rides it out. At the bell, she's on her feet. Vanessa, however, has won the round 10-8 and leads 48-46 at the half.
ROUND SIX:
'Nessa rampant. She's hammering Michelle around the ring, tossing all the reserves in looking to finish her rival. Brunette backing the blonde up, keeping her on the defensive. BOOM! Seriously? Seriously. BOOM! Right-hand counter MISHY and 'NESSA is HURT! (Lombardi: "What's goin' ON out here???) Hudgens stumbles backward and MISHY DROPS HER WITH A STRAIGHT RIGHT! Crowd going NUTS. Williams kicks a little sand in Vanessa's face on her way to a neutral corner. Brunette spitting and shaking her head, trying to get the sand out of her mouth and clear her muzzy brain before it's too late. She rolls to hands and knees at eight and...JUST manages to get to her feet before ten. Ref gives the brunette the mandatory...and ON COMES THE BLONDE. Mishy BATTERING 'Nessa, driving her into the ropes, then giving her a thorough going over. Hudgens hanging on, taking a pounding, but determined to last to the bell. Despite Michelle's best efforts, Vanessa makes it. But, Williams has taken the round 10-8 and evened things at 56.
ROUND SEVEN:
Mishy, Mishy, and more Mishy. Williams has Hudgens on the ropes, figuratively, and she's taking full advantage and making a full effort to get the brunette out of there. 'Nessa hanging on grimly, knowing the consequences of failure. And, grim, it is. Several times, the brunette finds herself on the ropes, literally, guard high, taking shot after shot to the body, screaming into her gloves as Michelle punishes her viciously, but, keeping those hands high. Williams works down, back up, back down again, piling up points, but, more importantly, hurt. She's trying to kill Vanessa's legs with that body work, while aiming enough fire at the head to give herself a chance of ending things right now. Final thirty seconds are absolute torture for the brunette. She's rope bound and sagging, taking shot after shot. Ref considering stopping it, but, the bell rings before he acts. Shutout, Mishy. 66-65, Williams.
ROUND EIGHT:
Mishy not slowing down. Continues her assault on 'Nessa. Brunette giving ground, covering up, playing almost strictly defense. She's firing back here and there, but there's nothing behind any of it. Legs look finished, and so does Hudgens. So, Michelle turns the heat up a bit more, knowing now's the time to finish this thing...BOOM! (Jack Buck: "I don't believe what I just saw!) Right hand, 'NESSA and MISHY is steppin' in fence post holes! Hudgens somehow sets her feet and lands a perfectly-placed right to the chin that might have ended things if the brunette weren't somewhat reduced. As it is, Williams is rubber legged and Hudgens finds enough in the take to go on the attack, throwing some serious leather at the retreating blonde and DROPPING HER ON HER BUTT IN THE SAND! Crowd in an uproar as 'Nessa stumbles to a neutral corner. Mishy, stunned, looking up at the referee as he counts, gets to her feet at eight. Ref gives her the mandatory, and, HERE COMES 'NESSA! 45 seconds remain in the round, and they have to seem like 45 MINUTES to the blonde. Williams gets an absolute BEATING, as 'Nessa simply POUNDS every legal inch of her body, including the rack, right up to the bell. When it rings, 'Nessa's grabbed another 10-8 round and the lead, 75-74.
ROUND NINE:
Mishy looking all done. 'Nessa none too fresh herself, but, she's finding enough in the reserve tank to walk forward, back the blonde up with flurry after flurry as Williams just tries to stay on her feet and in the fight. Grim. Very grim. But. Those consequences. And, if the blonde's forgotten. The brunette reminds her between flurries. "You're going to INDUCT me, BYTCH!" (Thump, thump, thump!) "I'm going to watch and laugh as you HUMILIATE yourself!" (THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!) Referee, again, has to be thinking of stopping this, as only her iron will is holding up Williams. But, he stays his hand, and simply watches the carnage. And, carnage it is. This has to be what 'Nessa's DREAMED of. Michelle finished and helpless in front of her. And, plenty of time to heap on the physical and mental abuse. Mercifully, the bell DOES ring, ending a shutout round for 'Nessa, who's now up 85-83 going into the final three minutes.
ROUND TEN:
'Nessa playing this smart. She knows all she has to do is stay on her feet for three minutes and the fight is hers. But, she's not going to leg, for two reasons. One, she's not going to give Michelle or any haters the satisfaction. And, two, there's not enough leg LEFT. Instead, again, she plays it smart. She boxes, she moves, she gets the hands out and back quickly. And, she effectively runs clock. Mishy, meanwhile, drawing on the last of her reserves to even get off the stool. Still, she finds enough in the tank to attack, trying desperately to find something big while 'Nessa makes that as difficult as possible. While the clock ticks. And ticks. And tic...BOOM! Right-hand MICHELLE! Hudgens WOBBLES! Williams immediately shoves everything left into the middle of the table...and DOWN GOES VANESSA! (Pete Carroll: "Oh, NO!") Hudgens slumping on her back in the sand. Williams staggering to a neutral corner. Referee counting. 'Nessa rolling over, pushing up, staggering, and FALLING BACK TO THE SAND! It's OVER! It's OVER! Hudgens can't beat the count and it's OVER! And your winner by KO10 is Michelle Williams!
AFTER: Mishy drops to her knees, head bowed, sweat seeping from every pore. She holds up her hands not just to show she’s the best flyweight the world will ever know but to have someone cut off the gloves, which a corner man quickly completes.
Williams sweeps a freed set of fingers through her platinum bob, pulling her lowered chin up as she does to gaze at the spread-eagled and whimpering Hudgens, Nessa knowing her bust will now likely be sharing quarters with some bathroom stalls at the FCBA Hall.
Perhaps as importantly to the little blonde bulldog, she’s evened her career record against Nessa, and with her winning the last two, Mishy can more easily claim herself conqueror not only for tonight on the beach but once and for all.
Williams pushes wearily to her feet while some Lookout! losers help Vanessa off her grainy mattress and drag her to a stool, plopping her sandy ass on the seat in a roped-off corner.
It’s no surprise when the victor arrives fast behind. She scoops her arms under the leaden limbs of Hudgens and tugs the tawny ragdoll to her feet, going nose to nose, tears rolling down Nessa’s flushed cheeks. Mishy switches her grip to a tight bearhug so the ruthless rivals are chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis.
“How fit are you now?” Michelle grunts.
Williams picks Nessa off the sand, pivots and heaves Hudgens over her hip, spilling Nessa to the beach. Mishy lands in a kneeling straddle of Hudgens, hips pushed wide to increase her base and get her body closer to the wriggling, conquered brat. Mishy drops her ivory tummy onto Nessa’s with a meaty THWACK then slithers up Nessa’s frame.
Hudgens weakly pushes at the blonde’s ribs then hips as Williams waddles up her foe’s body, finally dragging her alabaster abs onto Nessa’s features. Michelle wipes the sweat from her midriff into the salty sobs of the devastated Hudgens. A beaming Mish swabs Nessa’s face relentlessly then parks her tummy, dropping all her mass on Hudgens.
The seal isn’t nearly as tight and breathtaking as an Upton reverse sleeper but with a still Nessa woozy and exhausted, it’s more than enough to cut the air supply significantly and start draining what’s left from the flattened Fittest. Vanessa squirms breathlessly, muffled pleas vibrating against Mishy’s midsection.
“You know the rules, loser,” Michelle insists. “I’m sending you to beddy-bye, just like you’d do to me given the chance. But I’ll give you the opportunity for some final words. Make them appropriate for the occasion.”
Mishy lifts her sweat-soaked frame, sweeping the back of her arm across her brow before finishing on all fours, hovering close, staring down maliciously at the gasping, glistening victim.
“Well?” Michelle asks.
Vanessa wrinkles her nose, blinking in shock as she gazes up in horror at the slick, heaving abs of her rival. There was nobody’s abs she hated more than Michelle Williams, although there were a few other opponents who were certainly competing for a close second, but none of them commanded her attention in quite the way that Mishy was at the moment. It was a striking contrast between the rivals - certainly from the way the match had began - with Mishy glaring down at her rival, with a haughty, contemptuous look. Nessa, on the other hand, looked horrified and frustrated, face a deep shade of red. Eyes filled with shame, rage, the early stages of tummy shock and just a hint of defiance.
It was that hint of defiance that Mishy wanted extinguished as her lips curled up in a little smirk and she scooted forward, going to reach for Vanessa’s chest as she gave her jugs a cruel squeeze as she went to spin around. Kicking up one of her alabaster thighs as she swung it over Nessa’s face, repositioning herself as she let her sweaty, muscled back appear in Nessa’s vision. While it was certainly a welcome respite from seeing Mishy’s nightmarish abs, that sense of relief would not last for long as Mishy started to slide backwards, her proud posterior threatening to envelop Nessa’s face. Nessa started to protest as she reached for the small of William’s back and her rump, pushing at both forcefully, but Mishy swatted them aside and shoved them back to the sand emphatically. Nessa bucked and squirmed - doing her best to dislodge Mishy - but Mishy’s derriere would not be denied as it hovered over Nessa’s face for a moment.
Mishy raised up an eyebrow, combined with a little chuckle that held no hint of mirth in it, “Well?”
At this point, Nessa could only feel panic as she tossed her head back and forth, arms trapped and looking up, seeing only the slick, taut contours of Mishy’s butt and back. Nessa blinked, trying to comprehend how in the world she had ended up here again. Nessa had beaten Williams so many times, established what she thought was an insurmountable head-to head lead against her rival and even had freaking retired her at one point. Nessa had made it to the Hall of Fame and today was supposed to be the icing on the cake, if not the cherry, that would help define her career. Her rivalry with Michelle Williams had defined her career - both of their careers in fact, but today not in the manner in which Hudgens hoped.
It was as if Michelle Williams could read her mind - a feat that Mishy had appeared to prove many times in and out of the ring - throughout their rivalry as Williams cooed down at her confidently, “Awww - did you really think that you could break the best flyweight to ever grace this league? Did you - some backwards Disney bimbo - think that you could conquer your superior?” as Mishy suddenly drops her derriere downwards, slamming her butt down like a bomb across Nessa’s face with the same amount of force behind it. Nessa’s head thudded down into the unforgiving sand with a loud crash and it only got worse when Mishy did it again. It impacted with a brutal bouncing of Mishy’s buttocks, with Nessa’s head ringing, but Mishy was relentless with her rear as she started to grind back and forth.
“Vanessa, I knew you keep telling me that time is not on my side. But, right now, I feel like I have all the time in the freaking world. There is NOTHING that is going to stop me. Not Mother Time, not any of these other little rejects that are coming up in the FCBA and certainly not YOU. Even if you want to imagine time isn’t on my side, do you know what is? Momentum, you jealous little trollop. I’ve won two in a row and next time we meet - if you dare to face me - will be the third win in a row. At that point, I’m going to take the lead in our rivalry and I’m never, ever giving it back. Just like I am never, ever going to let you breathe until you tell me what I want to hear, Nessa, you dear, deluded, second-rate piece of trash.”
Nessa’s moans were burbled into Mishy’s butt, but they appeared to be more furious and Mishy noted with a little sigh, not contrite in the least. Mishy licked her lips as she raised her hands up in the air, clasping them together over her head, arching her butt upwards as she allowed Nessa the briefest of moments to comprehend what was about to happen. It was certainly a crowd-pleasing sight as Mishy arched her chest forward in her bikini, swaying her ass back and forth, glistening and looking more dominant than ever as her hands closed together as if offering up a prayer - which for the record, is something that, Nessa for the moment, didn’t have.
What Nessa did have is the stunning realization that Mishy was deadly serious about not letting her breathe and for an instant, Nessa wanted to say whatever was necessary to stop this from happening. But, Mishy was not going to give her the opportunity just yet as she suddenly dropped her ass down into Nessa’s face, combined with bringing both of her hands together like a hammer across Hudgen’s tummy. Hudgens whole body jerks, spasming as she finds her head and belly brutally battered. Legs kicking up in the air, body trying to cover up as moans out, any air that she is able to get in between Mishy’s posterior lifting up is almost immediately expelled against Mishy’s butt with each collision. Dazed and crying out, moaning muffled as the crowd watches in shock. The ref, in fact, is sure he should step in as Nessa is pounded into the sand with Mishy timing her butt bouncing into Nessa’s face at the same time her fists crash down into Hudgen’s increasingly reddened abs - but like everybody else, watched transfixed.
Nessa’s shouts turned to ragged, sobbing gasps as she felt her head pounding, lungs burning, tummy throbbing and body beaten into the sand as she started to slump down. Hardly moving at this point - her body just twitching - with each time as she find herself struggling to stay conscious. Nessa moaning out incoherently as Mishy just licks her lips, taking a deep breathe as her chest heaves in and out, looking down at her foe as she just sent one last hammer of her fists crashing down in between Nessa’s breasts - watching them bounce painfully as a gurgled scream escape her rival’s lips.
Mishy then grinned, looking over her shoulder as she unclasped her fingers and reached back to stroke through her rival’s tawny locks as she ran a finger through her own sweaty tresses, giving Nessa’s hair a little yank as she forces her to gaze up at her. Williams snickered as she gazed down into her eyes, almost purring with satisfaction as she looks down into glassy eyes as she starts to recover, coughing for air as she giggles, “Well, Nessa?”, wondering whether that hint of defiance has been extinguished and feeling VERY confident that it has been as she waits for an answer - though Mishy won’t be patient for long.
“You conquered me,” Nessa says, not much above a whisper.
Mishy motions for a microphone and skillfully snatches it from the air when a nearby official tosses one in her direction.
“I’m sorry”, the blonde apologizes, not yet using the device. “You hit me a couple times in the ear and I’m having trouble. Say that again.”
The platinum blonde sneaks the stick next to Nessa without her awareness, holding it halfway behind her hovering backside.
“You conquered me.”
The words aren’t muttered any louder by Hudgens, but the microphone sends them through the PA, the speakers echoing them throughout the beach for every fan to hear.
Realizing what’s occurred, a furious Nessa curses the blonde in most unattractive terms and Mishy decides she has no choice but to cover those lips with her sandy derriere.
“Such language,” Michelle says in mock outrage. “But I’m glad you were able to face the truth. That’s the first step.”
Mishy rides out the last shudders of her most bitter rival then peels her backside off the snoozing Hudgens. She rises and plants a sole on Nessa’s softly rising and falling chest. She pulls the microphone to her cupid’s arrow lips.
“For any of you roster members here today who want to join Vanessa and I at her Hall of Fame ceremony, please feel free. She whispered to me earlier there’s an open bar on her tab and if you have some juicy quotes about Vanessa you’d like me to include in her induction speech, I’ll be more than happy to add them so Nessa can really know what other fighters think of her.
“I promise that while her bust will be placed in its own special stall in the ladies’ room, the speech and party will be in the gala convention center. So get dressed to the nines, put Hudgens on her back in six and have a wonderful time.”
Mishy drops the mic on her softly stirring, blubbering foe and leaves Hudgens for the clean-up crew.
(Words: Front Street - Post-Fight: HISC / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE:
There's little question that this is now the very best rivalry in the FCBA, so there's really not any need for additional stipulations...to get the fans interested. But. The absolute LOATHING that exists between the two fighters makes stipulations necessary...for the fighters...to add an even greater degree of HUMILIATION for the loser. And, thus, this fight will decide whether or not Michelle Williams will have to make Vanessa Hudgens' Hall of Fame induction speech...or, if Williams will decide where Hudgens' bust will go in the Hall of Fame (and, the place DOES have restrooms...)
"Not. Worthy," says a hard-eyed Michelle. "She's nothing but a Disney brat and she doesn't deserve to be in the Hall of Fame with people like Claire Danes, Natalie Portman, and Michelle Williams, fighters and performers with actual TALENT. And, while there's nothing I can do to prevent her entering the Hall, I CAN make sure the bust of her ugly face isn't anywhere near those of the deserving members. And, that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Mishy, Mishy, Mishy," says Vanessa with a grin. "What HAVEN'T I taken from you? I've taken your title. I've taken your career. And, now, I'm entering the Hall of Fame DESPITE your best efforts. And. After tonight, YOU are going to be giving the speech inducting me. How. Delicious!"
ROUND ONE:
Nobody wasting any time. Williams right after Hudgens and 'Nessa's not giving any ground or doing any dancing. She stands right there and fires back and we've got HAMMER AND TONGS going on in the first minute of this thing! Crowd going nuts as the leather flies and 'NESSA IS HURT! Williams a sneaky short right hook that wobbles the brunette's legs and now the blonde is ALL IN! Williams winging away trying to visit the ULTIMATE humiliation on her hated rival, a KO1! 'Nessa giving ground, covering up, forced back into the ropes, where Williams RAVAGES her to both head and body. Referee looking in as Mishy dials up the punishment, but Hudgens doing enough offensively to stave off the stoppage. What she can't do is slow down Michelle, who hammers away right to the bell, claiming the first wide to lead 10-9.
ROUND TWO:
Williams right back to work. 'Nessa keeping the guard high, giving ground, playing defense, clearly still hur...BOOM! Right-hand counter, 'Nessa! Did she just SUCKER Williams? Yes. Yes, she DID! And now it's Michelle who's wobbled and taking a ton of fire. 'Nessa SNARLING as she REEFS shot after shot at her hated rival. Williams keeping the guard high, giving ground, eventually forced back to the ropes for a complete 180 of the previous round. Hudgens POUNDING at Williams now, paying her back, with interest, for the punishment she received in the first. Again, the ref's watching, but, again, the girl in trouble is a crafty veteran who knows how to keep him at bay to the bell. But, when it rings, Vanessa has claimed the second wide and evened the fight at 19.
ROUND THREE:
Hudgens banging away at Michelle. Williams backing and covering as 'Nessa sits down on everything. Williams is in DEEP trouble, and her younger rival is REVELING in it, TALKING to Williams as she hammers away. "Get ready to make that SPEECH, bytch!" "You're going to take a NICE long nap in the sand, sl*t!" The only things nastier than 'Nessa's mouth are the punches the brunette's landing. By the final minute, Mishy's rope bound and taking again, and the referee is on a hair-trigger. He's not going to watch much more of this, because it's CARNAGE. What can be holding Williams up? Don't ask the brunette, because she's got no clue. She's throwing everything she has at the older woman, but she can't shut her down. At the bell, Williams is still standing, but Vanessa's won it wide and leads 29-28.
ROUND FOUR:
'Nessa STOMPING forward, throwing up sand as she takes the fight to the blonde. Mishy again giving ground, still looking a bit unsteady as the brunette has her way, sitting down on punc...BOOM! Vanessa is HURT! Turnabout and all that as Mishy SUCKERS Hudgens right into a THUNDEROUS right hand counter and the brunette is all wobbly butt! Blonde quickly switches over to the offensive, letting the hands go and driving Hudgens across the sand with flurry after flurry of hard, accurate leather. 'Nessa wide-eyed and rubber legged as Williams goes for the kill. Brunette is rope bound and the referee is yet again having to decide whether or not to stop this thing as Michelle gives Hudgens as thorough a beating as you can imagine. At the bell, 'Nessa's still standing, but it's Williams wide and we are even at 38.
ROUND FIVE:
Williams after Hudgens early, as 'Nessa plays defense. Brunette has some of the legs back, and, after about 45 seconds, is moving well. And. She IS moving. For the first time all night, we're seeing the Hudgens' athleticism on full display as she circles and turns, reverses motion, even does a little bouncing and jabbing. Williams has seen this act before, so, she slowly pursues, working her own feet, looking to cut the ring...BOOM! Right hand, 'Nessa! This time, no traps or tricks, just a pretty combination ending with a straight right that wobbles Mishy! 'Nessa all in immediately and DOWN GOES WILLIAMS! Mishy sent crashing to her back in the sand with a BLISTERING combination! Hudgens, arms raised, MARCHES to a neutral corner. Michelle staring wide-eyed up at the ref as he counts. Numbers mounting. But. Somehow, the blonde gets back to her feet at nine. Takes the mandatory, then steels herself. Because, on comes 'NESSA! Hudgens winging away, driving Michelle back to the ropes where the blonde hangs on in a high guard for a full minute, taking an absolute THRASHING. BUT. She rides it out. At the bell, she's on her feet. Vanessa, however, has won the round 10-8 and leads 48-46 at the half.
ROUND SIX:
'Nessa rampant. She's hammering Michelle around the ring, tossing all the reserves in looking to finish her rival. Brunette backing the blonde up, keeping her on the defensive. BOOM! Seriously? Seriously. BOOM! Right-hand counter MISHY and 'NESSA is HURT! (Lombardi: "What's goin' ON out here???) Hudgens stumbles backward and MISHY DROPS HER WITH A STRAIGHT RIGHT! Crowd going NUTS. Williams kicks a little sand in Vanessa's face on her way to a neutral corner. Brunette spitting and shaking her head, trying to get the sand out of her mouth and clear her muzzy brain before it's too late. She rolls to hands and knees at eight and...JUST manages to get to her feet before ten. Ref gives the brunette the mandatory...and ON COMES THE BLONDE. Mishy BATTERING 'Nessa, driving her into the ropes, then giving her a thorough going over. Hudgens hanging on, taking a pounding, but determined to last to the bell. Despite Michelle's best efforts, Vanessa makes it. But, Williams has taken the round 10-8 and evened things at 56.
ROUND SEVEN:
Mishy, Mishy, and more Mishy. Williams has Hudgens on the ropes, figuratively, and she's taking full advantage and making a full effort to get the brunette out of there. 'Nessa hanging on grimly, knowing the consequences of failure. And, grim, it is. Several times, the brunette finds herself on the ropes, literally, guard high, taking shot after shot to the body, screaming into her gloves as Michelle punishes her viciously, but, keeping those hands high. Williams works down, back up, back down again, piling up points, but, more importantly, hurt. She's trying to kill Vanessa's legs with that body work, while aiming enough fire at the head to give herself a chance of ending things right now. Final thirty seconds are absolute torture for the brunette. She's rope bound and sagging, taking shot after shot. Ref considering stopping it, but, the bell rings before he acts. Shutout, Mishy. 66-65, Williams.
ROUND EIGHT:
Mishy not slowing down. Continues her assault on 'Nessa. Brunette giving ground, covering up, playing almost strictly defense. She's firing back here and there, but there's nothing behind any of it. Legs look finished, and so does Hudgens. So, Michelle turns the heat up a bit more, knowing now's the time to finish this thing...BOOM! (Jack Buck: "I don't believe what I just saw!) Right hand, 'NESSA and MISHY is steppin' in fence post holes! Hudgens somehow sets her feet and lands a perfectly-placed right to the chin that might have ended things if the brunette weren't somewhat reduced. As it is, Williams is rubber legged and Hudgens finds enough in the take to go on the attack, throwing some serious leather at the retreating blonde and DROPPING HER ON HER BUTT IN THE SAND! Crowd in an uproar as 'Nessa stumbles to a neutral corner. Mishy, stunned, looking up at the referee as he counts, gets to her feet at eight. Ref gives her the mandatory, and, HERE COMES 'NESSA! 45 seconds remain in the round, and they have to seem like 45 MINUTES to the blonde. Williams gets an absolute BEATING, as 'Nessa simply POUNDS every legal inch of her body, including the rack, right up to the bell. When it rings, 'Nessa's grabbed another 10-8 round and the lead, 75-74.
ROUND NINE:
Mishy looking all done. 'Nessa none too fresh herself, but, she's finding enough in the reserve tank to walk forward, back the blonde up with flurry after flurry as Williams just tries to stay on her feet and in the fight. Grim. Very grim. But. Those consequences. And, if the blonde's forgotten. The brunette reminds her between flurries. "You're going to INDUCT me, BYTCH!" (Thump, thump, thump!) "I'm going to watch and laugh as you HUMILIATE yourself!" (THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!) Referee, again, has to be thinking of stopping this, as only her iron will is holding up Williams. But, he stays his hand, and simply watches the carnage. And, carnage it is. This has to be what 'Nessa's DREAMED of. Michelle finished and helpless in front of her. And, plenty of time to heap on the physical and mental abuse. Mercifully, the bell DOES ring, ending a shutout round for 'Nessa, who's now up 85-83 going into the final three minutes.
ROUND TEN:
'Nessa playing this smart. She knows all she has to do is stay on her feet for three minutes and the fight is hers. But, she's not going to leg, for two reasons. One, she's not going to give Michelle or any haters the satisfaction. And, two, there's not enough leg LEFT. Instead, again, she plays it smart. She boxes, she moves, she gets the hands out and back quickly. And, she effectively runs clock. Mishy, meanwhile, drawing on the last of her reserves to even get off the stool. Still, she finds enough in the tank to attack, trying desperately to find something big while 'Nessa makes that as difficult as possible. While the clock ticks. And ticks. And tic...BOOM! Right-hand MICHELLE! Hudgens WOBBLES! Williams immediately shoves everything left into the middle of the table...and DOWN GOES VANESSA! (Pete Carroll: "Oh, NO!") Hudgens slumping on her back in the sand. Williams staggering to a neutral corner. Referee counting. 'Nessa rolling over, pushing up, staggering, and FALLING BACK TO THE SAND! It's OVER! It's OVER! Hudgens can't beat the count and it's OVER! And your winner by KO10 is Michelle Williams!
AFTER: Mishy drops to her knees, head bowed, sweat seeping from every pore. She holds up her hands not just to show she’s the best flyweight the world will ever know but to have someone cut off the gloves, which a corner man quickly completes.
Williams sweeps a freed set of fingers through her platinum bob, pulling her lowered chin up as she does to gaze at the spread-eagled and whimpering Hudgens, Nessa knowing her bust will now likely be sharing quarters with some bathroom stalls at the FCBA Hall.
Perhaps as importantly to the little blonde bulldog, she’s evened her career record against Nessa, and with her winning the last two, Mishy can more easily claim herself conqueror not only for tonight on the beach but once and for all.
Williams pushes wearily to her feet while some Lookout! losers help Vanessa off her grainy mattress and drag her to a stool, plopping her sandy ass on the seat in a roped-off corner.
It’s no surprise when the victor arrives fast behind. She scoops her arms under the leaden limbs of Hudgens and tugs the tawny ragdoll to her feet, going nose to nose, tears rolling down Nessa’s flushed cheeks. Mishy switches her grip to a tight bearhug so the ruthless rivals are chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis.
“How fit are you now?” Michelle grunts.
Williams picks Nessa off the sand, pivots and heaves Hudgens over her hip, spilling Nessa to the beach. Mishy lands in a kneeling straddle of Hudgens, hips pushed wide to increase her base and get her body closer to the wriggling, conquered brat. Mishy drops her ivory tummy onto Nessa’s with a meaty THWACK then slithers up Nessa’s frame.
Hudgens weakly pushes at the blonde’s ribs then hips as Williams waddles up her foe’s body, finally dragging her alabaster abs onto Nessa’s features. Michelle wipes the sweat from her midriff into the salty sobs of the devastated Hudgens. A beaming Mish swabs Nessa’s face relentlessly then parks her tummy, dropping all her mass on Hudgens.
The seal isn’t nearly as tight and breathtaking as an Upton reverse sleeper but with a still Nessa woozy and exhausted, it’s more than enough to cut the air supply significantly and start draining what’s left from the flattened Fittest. Vanessa squirms breathlessly, muffled pleas vibrating against Mishy’s midsection.
“You know the rules, loser,” Michelle insists. “I’m sending you to beddy-bye, just like you’d do to me given the chance. But I’ll give you the opportunity for some final words. Make them appropriate for the occasion.”
Mishy lifts her sweat-soaked frame, sweeping the back of her arm across her brow before finishing on all fours, hovering close, staring down maliciously at the gasping, glistening victim.
“Well?” Michelle asks.
Vanessa wrinkles her nose, blinking in shock as she gazes up in horror at the slick, heaving abs of her rival. There was nobody’s abs she hated more than Michelle Williams, although there were a few other opponents who were certainly competing for a close second, but none of them commanded her attention in quite the way that Mishy was at the moment. It was a striking contrast between the rivals - certainly from the way the match had began - with Mishy glaring down at her rival, with a haughty, contemptuous look. Nessa, on the other hand, looked horrified and frustrated, face a deep shade of red. Eyes filled with shame, rage, the early stages of tummy shock and just a hint of defiance.
It was that hint of defiance that Mishy wanted extinguished as her lips curled up in a little smirk and she scooted forward, going to reach for Vanessa’s chest as she gave her jugs a cruel squeeze as she went to spin around. Kicking up one of her alabaster thighs as she swung it over Nessa’s face, repositioning herself as she let her sweaty, muscled back appear in Nessa’s vision. While it was certainly a welcome respite from seeing Mishy’s nightmarish abs, that sense of relief would not last for long as Mishy started to slide backwards, her proud posterior threatening to envelop Nessa’s face. Nessa started to protest as she reached for the small of William’s back and her rump, pushing at both forcefully, but Mishy swatted them aside and shoved them back to the sand emphatically. Nessa bucked and squirmed - doing her best to dislodge Mishy - but Mishy’s derriere would not be denied as it hovered over Nessa’s face for a moment.
Mishy raised up an eyebrow, combined with a little chuckle that held no hint of mirth in it, “Well?”
At this point, Nessa could only feel panic as she tossed her head back and forth, arms trapped and looking up, seeing only the slick, taut contours of Mishy’s butt and back. Nessa blinked, trying to comprehend how in the world she had ended up here again. Nessa had beaten Williams so many times, established what she thought was an insurmountable head-to head lead against her rival and even had freaking retired her at one point. Nessa had made it to the Hall of Fame and today was supposed to be the icing on the cake, if not the cherry, that would help define her career. Her rivalry with Michelle Williams had defined her career - both of their careers in fact, but today not in the manner in which Hudgens hoped.
It was as if Michelle Williams could read her mind - a feat that Mishy had appeared to prove many times in and out of the ring - throughout their rivalry as Williams cooed down at her confidently, “Awww - did you really think that you could break the best flyweight to ever grace this league? Did you - some backwards Disney bimbo - think that you could conquer your superior?” as Mishy suddenly drops her derriere downwards, slamming her butt down like a bomb across Nessa’s face with the same amount of force behind it. Nessa’s head thudded down into the unforgiving sand with a loud crash and it only got worse when Mishy did it again. It impacted with a brutal bouncing of Mishy’s buttocks, with Nessa’s head ringing, but Mishy was relentless with her rear as she started to grind back and forth.
“Vanessa, I knew you keep telling me that time is not on my side. But, right now, I feel like I have all the time in the freaking world. There is NOTHING that is going to stop me. Not Mother Time, not any of these other little rejects that are coming up in the FCBA and certainly not YOU. Even if you want to imagine time isn’t on my side, do you know what is? Momentum, you jealous little trollop. I’ve won two in a row and next time we meet - if you dare to face me - will be the third win in a row. At that point, I’m going to take the lead in our rivalry and I’m never, ever giving it back. Just like I am never, ever going to let you breathe until you tell me what I want to hear, Nessa, you dear, deluded, second-rate piece of trash.”
Nessa’s moans were burbled into Mishy’s butt, but they appeared to be more furious and Mishy noted with a little sigh, not contrite in the least. Mishy licked her lips as she raised her hands up in the air, clasping them together over her head, arching her butt upwards as she allowed Nessa the briefest of moments to comprehend what was about to happen. It was certainly a crowd-pleasing sight as Mishy arched her chest forward in her bikini, swaying her ass back and forth, glistening and looking more dominant than ever as her hands closed together as if offering up a prayer - which for the record, is something that, Nessa for the moment, didn’t have.
What Nessa did have is the stunning realization that Mishy was deadly serious about not letting her breathe and for an instant, Nessa wanted to say whatever was necessary to stop this from happening. But, Mishy was not going to give her the opportunity just yet as she suddenly dropped her ass down into Nessa’s face, combined with bringing both of her hands together like a hammer across Hudgen’s tummy. Hudgens whole body jerks, spasming as she finds her head and belly brutally battered. Legs kicking up in the air, body trying to cover up as moans out, any air that she is able to get in between Mishy’s posterior lifting up is almost immediately expelled against Mishy’s butt with each collision. Dazed and crying out, moaning muffled as the crowd watches in shock. The ref, in fact, is sure he should step in as Nessa is pounded into the sand with Mishy timing her butt bouncing into Nessa’s face at the same time her fists crash down into Hudgen’s increasingly reddened abs - but like everybody else, watched transfixed.
Nessa’s shouts turned to ragged, sobbing gasps as she felt her head pounding, lungs burning, tummy throbbing and body beaten into the sand as she started to slump down. Hardly moving at this point - her body just twitching - with each time as she find herself struggling to stay conscious. Nessa moaning out incoherently as Mishy just licks her lips, taking a deep breathe as her chest heaves in and out, looking down at her foe as she just sent one last hammer of her fists crashing down in between Nessa’s breasts - watching them bounce painfully as a gurgled scream escape her rival’s lips.
Mishy then grinned, looking over her shoulder as she unclasped her fingers and reached back to stroke through her rival’s tawny locks as she ran a finger through her own sweaty tresses, giving Nessa’s hair a little yank as she forces her to gaze up at her. Williams snickered as she gazed down into her eyes, almost purring with satisfaction as she looks down into glassy eyes as she starts to recover, coughing for air as she giggles, “Well, Nessa?”, wondering whether that hint of defiance has been extinguished and feeling VERY confident that it has been as she waits for an answer - though Mishy won’t be patient for long.
“You conquered me,” Nessa says, not much above a whisper.
Mishy motions for a microphone and skillfully snatches it from the air when a nearby official tosses one in her direction.
“I’m sorry”, the blonde apologizes, not yet using the device. “You hit me a couple times in the ear and I’m having trouble. Say that again.”
The platinum blonde sneaks the stick next to Nessa without her awareness, holding it halfway behind her hovering backside.
“You conquered me.”
The words aren’t muttered any louder by Hudgens, but the microphone sends them through the PA, the speakers echoing them throughout the beach for every fan to hear.
Realizing what’s occurred, a furious Nessa curses the blonde in most unattractive terms and Mishy decides she has no choice but to cover those lips with her sandy derriere.
“Such language,” Michelle says in mock outrage. “But I’m glad you were able to face the truth. That’s the first step.”
Mishy rides out the last shudders of her most bitter rival then peels her backside off the snoozing Hudgens. She rises and plants a sole on Nessa’s softly rising and falling chest. She pulls the microphone to her cupid’s arrow lips.
“For any of you roster members here today who want to join Vanessa and I at her Hall of Fame ceremony, please feel free. She whispered to me earlier there’s an open bar on her tab and if you have some juicy quotes about Vanessa you’d like me to include in her induction speech, I’ll be more than happy to add them so Nessa can really know what other fighters think of her.
“I promise that while her bust will be placed in its own special stall in the ladies’ room, the speech and party will be in the gala convention center. So get dressed to the nines, put Hudgens on her back in six and have a wonderful time.”
Mishy drops the mic on her softly stirring, blubbering foe and leaves Hudgens for the clean-up crew.
