Before: This is a hotly contested rematch between Vanessa Hudgens and Lily Collins, who just had themselves a war in the April PPV - over thirteen (13) rounds for the unofficial title of “Fittest Flyweight In The FCBA”, a title long self-designated and successfully defended by Vanessa Hudgens. But, Lily Collins stormed onto the scene recently, putting her own special emphasis on fitness, ending Hudgens’ “reign” and claiming the title for herself. It was an upset of the highest order, at least in the world of Vanessa, and the two flyweights haven’t been able to keep taunting the other back and forth with regards to their fitness. 

As if the match needed any higher stakes or intensity, Vanessa mentioned the ‘Abs of Mass Destruction’ in one of their increasingly snarky exchanges and from there, the battle for the unofficial title of ‘Abs of Mass Destruction’ was ON! While not a lineal title or one officially recognized by the FCBA, it is a matter of serious pride for the fighters involved and one that has added to the already swirling hatred between the two fighters for this bout. Vanessa has amassed a number of rivals in her time here in the FCBA, but the recent addition of Collins is one of her most serious threats yet and Vanessa treats her as such.

Vanessa is at the podium, eyes filled with rage as she declares furiously: “There is no question, in my mind, that I’m the fittest flyweight in the FCBA! Unfortunately, after that win by Lily and all of her trash-talk out there, she’s put a lot of doubt into the minds of the rest of the league and the fans too. That is something that cannot stand - I am going to break her abs, her spirit and bring things back to where they are supposed to be. I won’t tolerate another minute of listening to that British bytch talk about how she is in better shape than me, how I’m inferior or how I’m her bytch. It’s time for me to take her down and prove why I am…”

A loud cry suddenly escapes her lips as her hands shoot down below the podium and between her thighs, crumpling towards her knees and the reason is quickly abundantly clear, as Vanessa was so focused on her rant against Lily that she hadn’t noticed her rival coming up from behind her to cut her off with a well-placed knee between her legs! 

Lily smirks, remarking in her proud British accent, “That’s enough of that, dearie” as she reaches down for Nessa’s hair, spinning her around to face her as she brushes her face across her own tummy and holds her firmly there for a moment, listening to the muffled cries, then tossing her to the side, watching Hudgens curl up into a ball. It’s a strange tableau for the pre-fight conference as Lily steps over her rival, flexing her muscles for a moment and patting her stomach before she addresses the press, grinning, “I’m not sure how you tolerated all of that nonsense for so long and by that same token, I don’t know how the rest of the league allowed her delusion to continue unchallenged for such a long time. It’s clear to me that there are plenty of flyweights, myself included, who are MUCH more fit than Vanessa and the idea that she could claim that title is laughable. I’m here to give Nessa and the rest of the division a serious reality check, because I’M the fittest flyweight and I’m f*cking here to stay!” as she then goes to turn around, giving Nessa a swift kick to her tummy, sneering at the loud wail coming from Hudgens’ lips before sauntering off-stage.

Later, Vanessa arrives in a tiny pink bikini with matching gloves and hair in a fighting ponytail - while Lily comes in a snug purple bikini with matching gloves and hair in a battle bun - both of them seeking to show off their toned tummies and tight bodies in the process. Come fight night, it’s all the ref can do to keep the two from charging at one another upon sight and he wisely doesn’t ask the two of them to touch gloves, instead electing to keep them on opposite sides of the ring, as far from one another as possible. The ref asks them, perhaps in vain, for a clean fight, before ringing the bell although neither actually agreed to those terms, the two of them looking ready to start this highly-anticipated rematch between two of the proudest flyweights in the league...

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Round 1: Lily storms in, feet swishing on canvas,, bodies up and gets driven step by step back into her corner, bullied and pushed up on as Hudgens gets brawny from the start. Nessa with a big, breezy smile, bumping Collins roughly, then leaning forward to slug at her waist— brutally with rights and lefts bashing away at toned goodness. Lily grimacing, covering up to wait her turn, then when it comes, desperately clinching around Hudgen’s waist or tying up the brunette’s toned arms. No other way to see it—Hudgens on Collins, having her way, brawling and banging to win the first round in wide fashion - Vanessa chesting up and forcing eye contact—Collins smoldering, sullen, pushing the offending brunette beauty away as the ref jumps in.

Round 2: Lily’s not too proud to adjust—shows her experience in taking the initiative. Her cut-off footwork not conducive to cute lateral moves—but Collins showing a sharp jab, beating Hudgens to the punch and exposing a flaw as Vanessa covers up and waits for her turn. Lily’s turn to put punches together off the jab, going to the brunette’s glorious midsection, clustering rights and lefts in the firmness of Hudgen’s gut, biting blows off the ribs. Collins able to jab, slug and advance, finally putting Hudgens back on the ropes where Lily can really go to work. Brunette palming brunette shoulders back, pressing up, then ROMPING TO TUMMY AND JUG! Fists tidying up Nessa’s pleasing puppies and tawny tummy — Hudgens open mouthed, momentarily shutting down mentally as the brunette helps herself to tummy and tits like she owns them. Hudgens wakes up late to start banging back — savage to and fro but Lily won’t be backed off — bodies and breadbasket scalded as both girls take delicious shots in torrid trade which continues on past the bell as Lily takes the round wide. 

Round 3: Identical action — Lily bringing Hudgens to heel with a straightforward but stinging jab up the middle — Nessa covering up and posing, Collins able to go gut with pumping zeal. Hudgens slowly beaten across the ring to ropes and once again — Collins squirming in between mitts, pushing for room and going jug with rising, chugging two-gun action. Nessa whimpering, reaching to clinch — blonde working hard to writhe free, punching Nessa’s body with crippling force, landing in bunches, then working her way up-torso. Hudgens’ face comes under attack as she leans forward, dukes at her temples — Lily able to dip and dig multiple short left uppercuts, spilling a dazed brunette against the ropes. Once again, rousing exchanges late punctuate a largely Collins round — Lily forced to work hard for her supper as Vanessa proves spirited quarry despite being worked over.

Round 4: Girls smudge together mid-ring, and it’s Hudgens pushing, walking, wrestling Lily back step by grudging step, Nessa close n’ sweaty, drumming away in Collins’ golden ribs and proud stomach — brunette with nice firm spank, digging up belly with 2 and 3 punch bursts. Lily with her back to the ropes, bug-eyed with surprise — she can’t push her way clear, can’t punch with Hudgens — brunette rival reduced to covering up as punches pound away on shoulders and flanks, tying up Hudgens’ arms for breaks. Vanessa effervescent, going at Collins like she’s just another brunette, when both girls know she is anything but — however, no respect in a busy, shutout fourth, fought entirely on a little patch of ring near the VIXENs corner.

Round 5: Collins recovering nicely from the last round beaming, colour high, she just steps-to Hudgens and starts working her over. Hudgens covering up, teeth grinding rightly — she’s just not punching enough, allowing her aggressive rival free reign to plug away. Collins standing up into her body shots, shocking brunette midriff, landing flat n’ sticky against the ribs, always backing Hudgens up. Nessa suffering against the ropes and it’s really just a beating — Lily crowding in close, turning to wedge in tight right hands to the breasts, twisting back to clock hook to jaw, batting at the flanks, digging into the tummy. Down the stretch, Hudgens catches a second wind, finally punching with Collins — brunette wins a brief exchange of hooks to finally earn a little respect at the bell but can’t prevent the shutout for Collins.

Round 6: Savage action continues as Collins marches to mid-ring, butts shoulders with Nessa and starts to trade in a phone booth like she has no other choice. Blockbuster punching from both girls, jaws are stroked, rocking one or the other onto her heels for a moment, but each are taking a great punch thus far, shaking it off and coming right back with slinging punches from the hips. Hudgens coming on late, backing Lily to the ropes and this time, hard overhand rights set up for those juicy left uppercuts square to belly and breasts. Collins pouting open-mouthed at the bell as Nessa helps herself to some extra punches before referee intervention in a close round that goes Hudgens’ way.

Round 7: Girls fall inside, mouth on shoulder — Collins with poor hand positioning outside Nessa’s shoulders gives up her body as Hudgens crosses her arms at her stomach, blocks shots inside and rips away short and mean to the brunette’s sensational midriff. Hudgens leaning on Lily, walking her around the ring, beating her at will, steamrolls to the final minute when Collins starts to get off. LIly stepping back, walks Nessa into stunning short right uppercut off the mouth — Hudgens’ legs give way as she falls into her rival’s arms for support. Collins stepping back again, allows Vanessa to lean into the exact same punch and DOWN GOES HUDGENS! Nessa on her hands and knees, eyes woozy with shock — Collins all smiles as she struts away, lapping up the sight. Lily steals a Nessa round with late power.

Round 8: Lily in total command following the knockdown, rolling Hudgens up and loving it now, Vanessa shabby at the ropes, mournful expression, posture defensive — she’s just trying to protect herself. Collins bright eyed, going at her foe without fear — it’s thick body punching, brawny palming and shoulder bumping, tough uppercuts — just a robust, full-torso shellacking which beats Hudgens almost to her knees at the minute mark. Hudgens takes a blubbery bid for freedom as she tries to dart to the side, but Lily jumps back in, bodying up sweaty to press Nessa into the ropes, Lily reaching in under Hudgens’ arms, wrapping her wetly with one limb while plugging away with the free mitt. Nessa slumped and punished, struggling to tie Lily up, but spirit seems broken. Collins at her swarmy best, pouring it on with a clobbering, slogging tempo — just stuffing it home as Hudgens sops it up at the ropes. Late the round: Hudgens crossing her wrists at her chest to protect her goods — Collins simply prying away at the guard with her left hand, shoving in sidearm rights to chest and abs with wedging action.

Round 9: Girls meet mid-ring, Collins jabbing, but immediately taking a clubbing right upside the head - they fall in together and Hudgens won’t be walked back. Hammer and spirited tongs mid-ring - girls squirming and wrapping each other, tugging and pushing as much as punching, but both are serious about slugging to one another’s straining bellies. Thick, sultry action, feet stomping in sand - girls taking the time to really bury punches into the opponent then body up on her - Collins quicker-mitted than this, but she’s embroiled in that slugging tit-for-tat tempo. Down the stretch girls trade rights, girls trade lefts and Lily’s legs give a quake! LILY GOES DOWN as Collins spills to her knees, shaking her head as her chest heaves in and out, trying to catch her breath as she staggers up at a shaky 8 count. Nessa immediately eager and able to come forward, slugging overhand lefts and rights, face breaking into a smile as Lily staggers back to the ropes suddenly shaken. All Nessa at the bell - sunny smile - eyes bright with simple glee, zest for for punching — fists swinging away at a confused Collins at the bell.

Round 10: Collins looking concerned in her corner — all she has to do is stick and move, but it’s easier said than done with her spent legs and aching tummy. Hudgens trudging forward, punching right hands over Lily’s stick and landing clubbing blows high on the head — Collins tottering to her right with a sappy don’t-hurt-me expression, eyelashes fluttering. Nessa fearless and determined, sweeping crazy punches, rarely landing flush, but stepping forward into haymakers and blows to belly until suddenly LILY GOES BACK DOWN! Lily crashing to the hard canvas, rump dusting against the ground, sitting up on her elbows and then making her way back to her feet, tears in her eyes as she struggles to blink them away and refocus. Nessa is on her instantly for a FINAL BEATDOWN! Hudgens unleashing — landing a thick left hook so jarring in behind Collins’ elbow that brunette cries out, to the delight of crowd. Vanessa ROASTING that ribcage — bending side-to-side, shifting her weight from foot-to-foot, putting it into Collins with murderous thump — Lily wilting, eyes going glassy, lips pouting — she’s going out! Nessa sees it — face triumphant as she pours it on muscular — great strapping lefts and rights, now bashing against Collins’ flanks, pounding her head back. Lily swooning, hands at her chest. She’s groggy at the ropes, head swiveling, body swaying forward and back under the pounding, legs frozen from shattering body shots and THE REF JUMPS IN! Collins bludgeoned under a hail of ferocious brunette leather - Lily just sitting on her haunches, staring open-mouthed and it’s OVER! Good Lord - A TKO10 - for the inaugural Abs of Mass Destruction (ABD) Champion - Vanessa freakin’ Hudgens!

Official Decision: Vanessa Hudgens defeats Lily Collins via TKO10!

VIXENs leads Lookout! Boxing by 4:2.