Vanessa Hudgens vs Camila Mendes
Jun 20, 2021 21:39:30 GMT -6
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Vanessa Hudgens
vs Camila Mendes
Before: Hard to get a word in edgewise with the constant Pearl Harbouring, submarining, and bushwhacking going on: Both fighters physically attacking each other at every opportunity, with many a tank top torn or gym short yanked down in the heat of battle(s). "She's a cowardly little..." about the best Camila can manage before being tackled away from the mic. "I'll pound her tits into putty," Hudgens manages at one point - but mention of putty-tits brings Mendes out of her seat for additional screeching and tearing. During ring instructions, both vixens seething, electing to start punching rather than touch gloves.
Vanessa in a white bikini and mukluks with a lace-up front, white gloves, hair back in a battle bun. Camila in the black leather bikini top and loincloth look that Queen Courtney has decreed, black gloves, hair back in a battle pony.
R1: Girls trade swift-winging right hands: Camila's back leg buckles, but she keeps knee off canvas. Hudgens surging forward, digging at the Mendes paunch a muscular volley of hup-hup lefts and rights. ‘Mila backed up a few steps, but firming: she answers back furiously to Vanessa’s breadbasket, soon out-hitting her as the girls hustle leather downstairs. Vanessa giving ground - still digging at Camila's torso, but clearly outworked: Hudgens forced in stages to ropes. Vanessa firms: left shoulder in ‘Mila's chest - pace slows as the girls become a little more mindful, each trying to place her shots. Sturdy legs and backsides set strong - brawny little shoulders bumping chests - quick-clouting combinations snatching back and forth. Torrid work to both bodies - then both girls come up top, clouting each other about cheeks and temples. Hardworking first split right down the middle in a draw.
R2: Camila spitting jabs while bobbing - good stiff poke to Vanessa's face has her backpedalling. Mendes stepping forward - pulling the right hand over top; stepping in with a short hook to chin: Vanessa can't hold canvas. Hudgens hits ropes, digs in, answers back: sturdy hup-hup back and forth as brunettes step-to, wrestling to see who gets on top, gets to work. Breathy little pants and grunts - girls working their little hearts out, bumping and banging away toe-to-toe. Heads in close, girls mouth on shoulder - tucking in furiously to offending tummy, then pulling hands back to chest in hopes of blocking some of the receipt. Vanessa pretty effective off the ropes - giving good as she's getting - but Camila appears the more lusty, the harder hitting, the stronger for having hemmed in the Hall of Famer. Bell: Mendes beaming - leaning in face to face to shout "HAH!" - ref has to step in as Vanessa palms a gloves in her face and shoves.
R3: Torrid body-punching - Vanessa on Camila - drives Mendes back early: she firms at ropes, answers in kind as flyweights pump double portions of leather into each other. Halfway mark, Hudgens wiping away on ‘Mila's rack desperate to smudge those jugs to putty as promised, when she's caught a ringing hook to chin. 'Nessa suddenly wobbly butt, stumbling forward hurt: Mendes hustles a robust barrage of rights and lefts into the Hudgens breadbasket and 'NESSA'S DOWN! Hudgens foes too numerous to count leaping up out of seats, hooting and hollering: few girls bring out the claws like 'Nessa. Hudgy up, blinking back tears: ON COMES MENDES! ‘Mila pushing Vanessa into ropes, then beating the body: rich, repeat right hands thump thump thump to midsection as Hudgens gets bounced ropeside by Camila's non-stop gut-stuffing barrage. Mendes leaping around in triumph as shaky V pulls herself together at bell, she’s busted this fight wide open.
R4: Vanessa trying to use her legs - tassles on her moccasins tossing as she sidesteps/changes direction. Camila rushing at Hudgens to keep the pressure on. Mendes constantly looking to lean in and work rude roundhouses to 'Nessa's classy chassis: Hudgens chipping the jab, sidestepping to angle, trying for right uppercuts/left hooks to stymie her tormentress. Mendes still the aggressor, but finally made to pay for her enthusiasm as 'Nessa rights the ship. Bell: girls still scrappin' - ref has to pull 'em apart, read 'em the riot act. Hudgens takes the opportunity to punch a right hand onto ‘Mila's eye before ref can react, bringing Carlson and crew onto the apron in outrage.
R5: Blistering exchanges continue: girls closing in crouches, taking turns tattooing one another...it's Hudgens getting the better looks this round. 'Nessa slipping shots well, answering back hooks - she's tearing up Camila's tummy, right flank, right cheek with biting left hands. Pivoting left around her poke - Hudgens settling into a brisk, pop-and-go rhythm: she's got Mendes turning, taking punches as round progresses. Bell: Camila scowling, nose slightly bloodied, face scuffed up...'Nessa's back in charge! RIGHT HAND, CHEAP AND LATE - clapping swat across Mendes breasts has her blurting. Hudgens scampers away with a bratty grin, hard to tell it’s her first round of the fight.
R6: Camila presses her attack to Vanessa's body: it's what’s been working. Hudgens fading back, dragging the left foot in a bucket, pin-pricking jabs as Mendes comes forward, then sidestepping off the right flank. 'Nessa picking spots to get in, get off: quick, snatching combinations tic-tac-toe off Camila's body and head, forcing her to cover up rather than punch back. Hudgens punctuates the round with a fierce punching of ‘Mila's face: ratatat lefts and rights drill straight up the middle, hammering in between mitts to score heavily at bell. Mendes blinking, stunned: Hudgens sends her on her way with a clapping right hand on the rear!
R7: Bitter in-fighting as Camila is determined to kill the rally, compact fighters snuggling in shoulder to shoulder, diggin' it up. Tuff little hooks gouge at tummies, or cuff at jugs - both girls exquisite with short, powerful left hand techniques. "Nessa picking Mendes up a jerky little left uppercuts off front (left) foot: Camila bumping the left shoulder, then bouncing tart left hooks off tummy and breasts. Hudgens doing well at this sturdy bump-n'-slug, but she's no longer giving angles: Mendes simply able to outpunch her after a while. Down the stretch, short right hand skids off Vanessa's hairline, buzzing her legs: she immediately clinches, frowning mouth-on-shoulder with ‘Mila as ref's moving in. Mendes grinning as she manages to lift a few pumping left uppercuts inside the embrace, scrubbing 'Nessa's jugs as their pulled apart.
R8: Vanessa feints, leads a right hand that catches Camila flush on face. Mendes fades back, drawing Hudgens forward: lead right hand off the feint scores to face - sheepskin mitt thump-skidding off ‘Nessa’s shiny brow. Hudgens roams to her right, then slides back, Mendes trying to close-and-bang: she EATS a tremendous check hook as 'Nessa pops hips-right and gets it glorious off the right foot. Follow-through wraps them up in a loose clinch, pinwheeling ‘round the ring as they struggle for control. DID YOU SEE THAT? Fighters zig, the ref zags and ‘Nessa nails a fast knees to the trunks. Camila staggering back, bouncing off the ropes, wincing and pawing at her trunks, swaying on the spot. Mendes insists she's fine...ref lets it go...ON COMES VANESSA! Hudgens pouncing in with a pushing left in the chest, then SMOKING her the slinging right hand. Mendes reeling, jugs sloshing to the right as her legs freeze up. VANESSA ON CAMILA - ALL RIGHT HANDS! Hudgens pushing the left hand against ‘Mila's chest to stabilize her, then cleaning her up with murderous, sweeping rights and MENDES DOWN! Camila slopping to right shoulder, then rolling to her back parallel to ropes...she's battered senseless - eyes shut, mouth open as Vanessa leaps away the KO8 victrix.
After: A degloved Camila, holding her side but, giving the referee what for. Vanessa steps up behind her, grabbing her by the hair and a handful of Mendes bum. Hudgens spins around and tosses ‘Mila under the ropes. By the time ‘Nessa makes it down to her, Mendes is back on her feet and greets her with a backhand to the face from her still taped fist. Hudgens comes back with a taped uppy to the belly. It’s not the triumphal procession either of them imagined, but rather a shoving, slapping slog with frequent hairpulling stalemates until one can body the other in the general direction of the door. By the time they reach the doors, most of the onlookers are making their way back to the ballroom where the Main Event is gearing up to start.
They come to a halt leaning against the door frame, panting exhaustedly.
Vanessa: GET OUT! (SLAP)
Camila: NO, (SHOVE)
Vanessa: I SAID (Grabs Camila’s hair) GET OUT!
Saying this she slams ‘Mila’s head against the glass once, twice, three times before finally managing to push her through the doors and send her sprawling to the pavement. Chest heaving she leans back against the doorframe. Pushing off to go find something to warm up with, she’s suddenly tackled from the side by a blonde in a silver sable fur!
As the two hit the floor and go into a roll, the blonde winds up on top in a straddle of a belly-down Hudgens! It's Dove Cameron! The HISC fly continues to stake out her claim to be Mishy’s successor, and now she looks to be ready to continue the grand tradition of submarining ‘Nessa! She’s got ahold of Vanessa’s bun with one hand and is reaching back to give her spank with the other, but that buzzer means we’ve go to get back and cover the Main Event folks!
vs Camila Mendes
Before: Hard to get a word in edgewise with the constant Pearl Harbouring, submarining, and bushwhacking going on: Both fighters physically attacking each other at every opportunity, with many a tank top torn or gym short yanked down in the heat of battle(s). "She's a cowardly little..." about the best Camila can manage before being tackled away from the mic. "I'll pound her tits into putty," Hudgens manages at one point - but mention of putty-tits brings Mendes out of her seat for additional screeching and tearing. During ring instructions, both vixens seething, electing to start punching rather than touch gloves.
Vanessa in a white bikini and mukluks with a lace-up front, white gloves, hair back in a battle bun. Camila in the black leather bikini top and loincloth look that Queen Courtney has decreed, black gloves, hair back in a battle pony.
R1: Girls trade swift-winging right hands: Camila's back leg buckles, but she keeps knee off canvas. Hudgens surging forward, digging at the Mendes paunch a muscular volley of hup-hup lefts and rights. ‘Mila backed up a few steps, but firming: she answers back furiously to Vanessa’s breadbasket, soon out-hitting her as the girls hustle leather downstairs. Vanessa giving ground - still digging at Camila's torso, but clearly outworked: Hudgens forced in stages to ropes. Vanessa firms: left shoulder in ‘Mila's chest - pace slows as the girls become a little more mindful, each trying to place her shots. Sturdy legs and backsides set strong - brawny little shoulders bumping chests - quick-clouting combinations snatching back and forth. Torrid work to both bodies - then both girls come up top, clouting each other about cheeks and temples. Hardworking first split right down the middle in a draw.
R2: Camila spitting jabs while bobbing - good stiff poke to Vanessa's face has her backpedalling. Mendes stepping forward - pulling the right hand over top; stepping in with a short hook to chin: Vanessa can't hold canvas. Hudgens hits ropes, digs in, answers back: sturdy hup-hup back and forth as brunettes step-to, wrestling to see who gets on top, gets to work. Breathy little pants and grunts - girls working their little hearts out, bumping and banging away toe-to-toe. Heads in close, girls mouth on shoulder - tucking in furiously to offending tummy, then pulling hands back to chest in hopes of blocking some of the receipt. Vanessa pretty effective off the ropes - giving good as she's getting - but Camila appears the more lusty, the harder hitting, the stronger for having hemmed in the Hall of Famer. Bell: Mendes beaming - leaning in face to face to shout "HAH!" - ref has to step in as Vanessa palms a gloves in her face and shoves.
R3: Torrid body-punching - Vanessa on Camila - drives Mendes back early: she firms at ropes, answers in kind as flyweights pump double portions of leather into each other. Halfway mark, Hudgens wiping away on ‘Mila's rack desperate to smudge those jugs to putty as promised, when she's caught a ringing hook to chin. 'Nessa suddenly wobbly butt, stumbling forward hurt: Mendes hustles a robust barrage of rights and lefts into the Hudgens breadbasket and 'NESSA'S DOWN! Hudgens foes too numerous to count leaping up out of seats, hooting and hollering: few girls bring out the claws like 'Nessa. Hudgy up, blinking back tears: ON COMES MENDES! ‘Mila pushing Vanessa into ropes, then beating the body: rich, repeat right hands thump thump thump to midsection as Hudgens gets bounced ropeside by Camila's non-stop gut-stuffing barrage. Mendes leaping around in triumph as shaky V pulls herself together at bell, she’s busted this fight wide open.
R4: Vanessa trying to use her legs - tassles on her moccasins tossing as she sidesteps/changes direction. Camila rushing at Hudgens to keep the pressure on. Mendes constantly looking to lean in and work rude roundhouses to 'Nessa's classy chassis: Hudgens chipping the jab, sidestepping to angle, trying for right uppercuts/left hooks to stymie her tormentress. Mendes still the aggressor, but finally made to pay for her enthusiasm as 'Nessa rights the ship. Bell: girls still scrappin' - ref has to pull 'em apart, read 'em the riot act. Hudgens takes the opportunity to punch a right hand onto ‘Mila's eye before ref can react, bringing Carlson and crew onto the apron in outrage.
R5: Blistering exchanges continue: girls closing in crouches, taking turns tattooing one another...it's Hudgens getting the better looks this round. 'Nessa slipping shots well, answering back hooks - she's tearing up Camila's tummy, right flank, right cheek with biting left hands. Pivoting left around her poke - Hudgens settling into a brisk, pop-and-go rhythm: she's got Mendes turning, taking punches as round progresses. Bell: Camila scowling, nose slightly bloodied, face scuffed up...'Nessa's back in charge! RIGHT HAND, CHEAP AND LATE - clapping swat across Mendes breasts has her blurting. Hudgens scampers away with a bratty grin, hard to tell it’s her first round of the fight.
R6: Camila presses her attack to Vanessa's body: it's what’s been working. Hudgens fading back, dragging the left foot in a bucket, pin-pricking jabs as Mendes comes forward, then sidestepping off the right flank. 'Nessa picking spots to get in, get off: quick, snatching combinations tic-tac-toe off Camila's body and head, forcing her to cover up rather than punch back. Hudgens punctuates the round with a fierce punching of ‘Mila's face: ratatat lefts and rights drill straight up the middle, hammering in between mitts to score heavily at bell. Mendes blinking, stunned: Hudgens sends her on her way with a clapping right hand on the rear!
R7: Bitter in-fighting as Camila is determined to kill the rally, compact fighters snuggling in shoulder to shoulder, diggin' it up. Tuff little hooks gouge at tummies, or cuff at jugs - both girls exquisite with short, powerful left hand techniques. "Nessa picking Mendes up a jerky little left uppercuts off front (left) foot: Camila bumping the left shoulder, then bouncing tart left hooks off tummy and breasts. Hudgens doing well at this sturdy bump-n'-slug, but she's no longer giving angles: Mendes simply able to outpunch her after a while. Down the stretch, short right hand skids off Vanessa's hairline, buzzing her legs: she immediately clinches, frowning mouth-on-shoulder with ‘Mila as ref's moving in. Mendes grinning as she manages to lift a few pumping left uppercuts inside the embrace, scrubbing 'Nessa's jugs as their pulled apart.
R8: Vanessa feints, leads a right hand that catches Camila flush on face. Mendes fades back, drawing Hudgens forward: lead right hand off the feint scores to face - sheepskin mitt thump-skidding off ‘Nessa’s shiny brow. Hudgens roams to her right, then slides back, Mendes trying to close-and-bang: she EATS a tremendous check hook as 'Nessa pops hips-right and gets it glorious off the right foot. Follow-through wraps them up in a loose clinch, pinwheeling ‘round the ring as they struggle for control. DID YOU SEE THAT? Fighters zig, the ref zags and ‘Nessa nails a fast knees to the trunks. Camila staggering back, bouncing off the ropes, wincing and pawing at her trunks, swaying on the spot. Mendes insists she's fine...ref lets it go...ON COMES VANESSA! Hudgens pouncing in with a pushing left in the chest, then SMOKING her the slinging right hand. Mendes reeling, jugs sloshing to the right as her legs freeze up. VANESSA ON CAMILA - ALL RIGHT HANDS! Hudgens pushing the left hand against ‘Mila's chest to stabilize her, then cleaning her up with murderous, sweeping rights and MENDES DOWN! Camila slopping to right shoulder, then rolling to her back parallel to ropes...she's battered senseless - eyes shut, mouth open as Vanessa leaps away the KO8 victrix.
After: A degloved Camila, holding her side but, giving the referee what for. Vanessa steps up behind her, grabbing her by the hair and a handful of Mendes bum. Hudgens spins around and tosses ‘Mila under the ropes. By the time ‘Nessa makes it down to her, Mendes is back on her feet and greets her with a backhand to the face from her still taped fist. Hudgens comes back with a taped uppy to the belly. It’s not the triumphal procession either of them imagined, but rather a shoving, slapping slog with frequent hairpulling stalemates until one can body the other in the general direction of the door. By the time they reach the doors, most of the onlookers are making their way back to the ballroom where the Main Event is gearing up to start.
They come to a halt leaning against the door frame, panting exhaustedly.
Vanessa: GET OUT! (SLAP)
Camila: NO, (SHOVE)
Vanessa: I SAID (Grabs Camila’s hair) GET OUT!
Saying this she slams ‘Mila’s head against the glass once, twice, three times before finally managing to push her through the doors and send her sprawling to the pavement. Chest heaving she leans back against the doorframe. Pushing off to go find something to warm up with, she’s suddenly tackled from the side by a blonde in a silver sable fur!
As the two hit the floor and go into a roll, the blonde winds up on top in a straddle of a belly-down Hudgens! It's Dove Cameron! The HISC fly continues to stake out her claim to be Mishy’s successor, and now she looks to be ready to continue the grand tradition of submarining ‘Nessa! She’s got ahold of Vanessa’s bun with one hand and is reaching back to give her spank with the other, but that buzzer means we’ve go to get back and cover the Main Event folks!
