Mila Kunis vs. Vanessa Hudgens
(Flyweight Championship)
(Words: Front Street / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE:

Mutual hatred in play, of course, for reasons too numerous to mention, but, there's a little extra flash of it in the eyes of Vanessa Hudgens, who still has a clear memory of the night of June, 26, 2015, the night Mila Kunis completed her storybook rags-to-riches story. The night Kunis, who'd been fouled to defeat in a "loser leaves HISC" fight by Kristin Kreuk and had her career saved that very night by, oh irony of ironies, Vanessa Hudgens, strode into the ring and stopped the very girl who'd saved her, taking her flyweight titles and then, under the watchful eye of that hateful wench Michelle Williams, tummied and jugged her into oblivion. Much had happened since that night. The Fourth of July. And, she thought about it during the fireworks. Labor Day. And she thought about it during the picnic. Hallowe'en, and she thought about it at the costume party. Thanksgiving, and she thought about it during dinner. Christmas, and she thought about it while exchanging gifts. New Year's Day, and she thought about it while watching the Rose Parade. She thought about it and thought about it and thought about it for over seven months, and now it was time to DO something about it. 

"Tonight," 'Nessa says through clenched teeth. "Mila Kunis will pay for the night of June, 26, 2015. I will not just BEAT Mila and take back those titles, which are rightfully mine. No. I will DESTROY and HUMILIATE Mila Kunis. I will BREAK Mila Kunis. And, then I'll take ALL of Mila Kunis I want. And there won't be anything SHE or any of those other HISC ####s can do about it."

"See, here's what 'Nessa doesn't get," says Mila with a smile. "I'm all in her head. And, while she understands that part, she doesn't get the corollary. SINCE I'm all in her head, I've ALREADY won."

ROUND ONE:

Far different start to this one than in the pair's last meeting, which saw both fight a tactical first, sticking and moving and doing plenty of recon. Not this time. Hudgens after Kunis in a big way, extremely aggressive, walking forward and fighting flat-footed. Kunis not at all surprised by this. She's IS in 'Nessa's head, and she knows it. She expected EXACTLY these kind of tactics early on with Hudgens looking to take out months of frustration on the champion in just three minutes. And, Mila don't play dat. Instead, Kunis is on the move, circling, bobbing, jabbing, weaving, angling, frustrating Vanessa's efforts to close and bang. The champ not all that busy offensively. Instead, she's busy making Hudgens chase, making her miss, making her angry. Which causes her to be more aggressive. And miss more. It's a vicious cycle for 'Nessa, but one her pride and temper doesn't allow her to break. At the end of the round, frustration boils over and she tackles Mila into the ropes, bringing the referee between the fighters to physically break them apart, and both corners into the ring for a few seconds as things threaten to boil over. Cooler heads prevail, however, and Kunis, despite a low work rate, claims the first narrowly and grabs the 10-9 lead.

ROUND TWO:

Hudgens charges out of her corner like a bull and again succeeds in tackling Mila into the ropes. And, it, my friends, is freaking ON. This is no longer a boxing match it's a street fight. The fighters are wrestling, shouldering, elbowing. They'd be scratching and clawing if the gloves weren't preventing that. What happens next is LIKELY unintentional. It certainly LOOKS unintentional. And no one in the HISC corner will ever BELIEVE it's unintentional short of the insistence, by a strapped down Hudgens under the influence of sodium thiopental, that it was. And, probably, not even then. It's a head butt that catches Kunis above the left eye and causes a cut on the brow. But, most importantly, it dazes Mila, who slumps back into the ropes. And, the sight of blood and her hated rival hurt turns Vanessa's aggression from ten to eleven. Hudgens is all over Kunis, who can only cover up as the younger woman gives her a vicious beating. The referee, who's had his hands full from the opening seconds seems to be thinking about stopping it several times as the blood gets flowing and Kunis is doing next to nothing save lay in the ropes in a tight ear muff. But he doesn't. And Hudgens seems to be happy with that decision, because, by not doing so, he's allowing her to keep hammering away at Mila. By the bell, Kunis' face is a mask of red and the champion looks all but finished. Hudgens, meanwhile, STALKS back to her corner, clearly on a mission. The round goes to 'Nessa wide, and we're all even at 19 on the cards.

ROUND THREE:

The cut was either not as serious as it looked or HISC has some absolute wizards in the corner. Likely, a combination of both, because they get it closed before the start of the third. And, now, we see just how dangerous Vanessa Hudgens IS and just why. Because, now, with her hated rival hurt and in trouble, is the time, not for more of the wild aggression we've seen in the first two rounds, but for CALCULATION. And, Vanessa Anne Hudgens is NOTHING if not calculating. So, with Kunis slowed, her legs still not back, making her an easier target, Vanessa, for the first time in the fight, begins using her legs. She's bouncing and popping her left, then pouncing forward for quick flurries. And the goal of all of this, the target of all of this, is one thing. Mila Kunis' left eye. Hudgens is determined to open that cut back up and close that eye. She's determined to either stop Mila Kunis on cuts or make her a one-eyed fighter. Either of those will accomplish the goals of the younger brunette, the reclaiming of the flyweight belts that she believes are rightfully hers and the destruction of Mila Markovna Kunis, the result of which, of course, will be to leave said Mila Markovna Kunis at the mercy of Vanessa Anne Hudgens. And, so, for three minutes, Vanessa Hudgens works almost exclusively on Mila Kunis' left eye. By round's end, there's swelling and blood trickling from the cut. And Hudgens has claimed the round despite some good work in counter from Mila. It's 'Nessa 29-28 after three.

ROUND FOUR:

'Nessa clearly enjoying this now. Unable to keep a smile from her face as she bounces around the ring, popping that quick jab into Mila's face. Kunis' legs coming back, though, and she's now able to maneuver, work the feet, play angles, get to spots and fire back at Vanessa. Hudgens not bothered, still laser-focused on that left eye, pouncing forward again and again for quick flurries. Until Mila times one. Vanessa pops forward and is greeted with a blistering right cross that sends her stumbling backward! Hudgens GOBSMACKED, reels into the ropes, which are the only things that prevent her from going down. And, now, Mila's on the march. The champion all over the challenger, battering her viciously as it's now 'Nessa who's holding on along the ropes while the referee looks on closely. Hudgens with the guard high, inviting Mila to go body. Careful what you wish for, 'Nessa! Mila's all in, reefing shots into the midsection, pounding the ribs with both hands. Hudgens screaming into her gloves as leather pounds her abs, but she won't bring that guard down, so Kunis goes back upstairs and SPLITS gloves with a right hand that turns Hudgens' legs to jelly just as the bell rings. Six minutes ago, Vanessa Hudgens was stalking away from a bloody Mila Kunis. Now, Hudgens is wobbling back to her corner, wrecked, as Kunis stares holes through her back. And the cards are even at 38.

ROUND FIVE:

Mila on a mission. Operation Vanquish Vanessa. Only, "vanquish" isn't a strong enough word. "Decimate" is closer. Hudgens in dire straits. Legs wonky, head muzzy. She's an easy target, and Mila's getting all the guns firing. She's committing on everything, bringing power to bear, backing Hudgens up, beating her up. 'Nessa wobbled at mid-round. Nearly goes down again. It's a matter of time now, as Mila picks a shaky Vanessa apart. Hudgens spending almost the entire round covering up, just trying to hang on. Kunis clinical in her slow destruction of her hated rival. And, in the HISC corner, Mishy. Smiling that smile. Saying nothing with her mouth. And everything with her eyes. "Punish her. Then finish her." And, Kunis is working the first part of that equation to perfection. 'Nessa being punished to the body again, made to pay for keeping those hands high. Her midsection reddening, ribs bruising, but, still, she hangs on. The final 30 seconds are an absolute nightmare for Hudgens and the Lookout! corner. 'Nessa on the ropes soaking and soaking. Referee looking in, and some in that corner perhaps, just perhaps, hoping he might move in and stop the punishment. He doesn't. At the bell, it's shutout, Kunis, who now leads 48-47. 

ROUND SIX:

Referee to the Lookout! corner. Asks Hudgens "The Question". 'Nessa's response not printable. But, the referee, despite his impudence, has done the challenger a favor. He's galvanized her to action. THIS is not how it's going to end. Not like THIS. Hudgens off her stool and right to the middle of the ring. Flat-footed, guard high. Come and get me. Mila does. She's moving, bouncing, circling. Vanessa, still without the legs she had earlier, turning with. Kunis calling the tune, she's on offense, working the jab, putting punches together. 'Nessa working the counter well, responding with sharp retorts. Then, a REALLY sharp retort, a nice right hand that stings Kunis and re-opens the cut over the left eye. 'Nessa follows with a flurry, and Mila, blinking blood out of the left eye, never sees a right hook that ROCKS her. Kunis' legs shimmy and she begins falling forward, grabbing Hudgens for support. 'Nessa punching free, backing up a stumbling Mila and driving her to the ropes. Kunis taking fire from all angles now as Hudgens, having turned this thing 180, goes all in to put a stop to it. Again, referee looking closely, keeping an eye on, well, that left eye. But, despite the punishment the champion takes, he allows it to continue. At the bell, Kunis is blooded, but still standing. Hudgens has claimed the round wide, though, and we're even again at 57.

ROUND SEVEN:

Kunis still a bit woozy as this one starts, and 'Nessa right back to calculating. It's all about the eye again, punch after punch all aimed at that left eye. Mila defensive, keeping the gloves up, countering in spots, knows she needs to run some clock and get those legs back under her. Hudgens responds with volume. She's busy, very busy, flurry follows flurry. She's willing to take the odd sharp counter to keep up the barrage of shell, which quickly has the eye leaking again. Kunis keyholes a right hand that brings 'Nessa up short, but Hudgens shakes it off and keeps coming. It's another right hand that changes everything. It's a short, sharp hook off a left jab that catches Kunis on the chin and THE CHAMPION IS DOWN! Mila spills to her right side as Hudgens heads for a neutral corner. Mila quickly back to her feet...but the referee is WAIVING IT OFF! It's OVER! He's stopped it! Kunis irate, protesting vehemently. The HISC corner in the ring, Williams right in the referee's face, but he's adamant. Kunis did not see that right hook due to the blood leaking into the left eye and he has stopped this thing on CUTS! And, your winner by TKO7 and NEW Unified Flyweight Champion is Vanessa Hudgens!

AFTER:

It's a wild scene for Vanessa Hudgens as she leaps around jubilantly, almost sporting tears in her eyes as she beams and practically bounces over to the referee, who is standing there to bring her hand up over her head in victory! Vanessa takes a moment to allow her hand to be raised, blowing kisses and pumping her other hand with excitement as she smiles confidently. Hudgens is then handed the flyweight title as she takes it in her arms, then falling to her knees as she holds the flyweight title in her hands. Vanessa seems a little overwhelmed at reaching the top of the mountain again, against Mila Kunis, who humiliated her earlier this year and against a fighter from the hated Hawkeye International Sports Consortium (HISC) as she bites her bottom lip, then regains her composure as she places the belt down on the canvas, reaching down to give it a pat, “Don't worry – you're back with me, where you belong and I'll be back for you in a minute. Just got to deal with something first...” Vanessa pushes herself off of the canvas and then removes her gloves, tossing them down to the mats next to the belt as she then locks eyes with Michelle Williams, who is standing ringside. Williams is trembling, fists clenched at her sides as she glares at Hudgens and Vanessa gives her a wink. Vanessa then struts over to the ropes, leaning down to smirk confidently down at her foe, “Mishy – this is as close as you're ever getting to the flyweight belts. Do you know why? Because your old ass is retired. And do you know by who? Me, you jealous bytch. I'm the fittest flyweight in the league and you are just lucky you get to see me in action, Mishy. I conquered you and now, it's Mila's turn to get conquered. Enjoy!”

Vanessa blows Michelle a kiss before she hops over to Mila who is starting to get to her feet along one of the turnbuckles. Hudgens reaches over to yank off the gloves from Kunis as she then shoves her opponent back against the turnbuckle with a thud, licking her lips as she reaches above her head to snap her fingers. As if on cue, the “Star Wars” theme blares over the loudspeakers as Hudgens has appropriated it as the theme for her revolution and a Cheshire cat grin appears on Vanessa's lips as she mounts the turnbuckle. Climbing up them confidently as the theme builds to a crescendo as she then goes to lower her tummy across Mila's face as she bites her bottom lip again. Kunis reaches up to push at Vanessa's abs as Hudgen's hands secure her wrists, pulling them to the side as she then slides her sweaty, slick abs back and forth. Vanessa is practically purring out, “Feel that, Mila? That is the fittest flyweight abs and tightest tummy in the league. The flyweight title – MY flyweight title – is going around that waist. Feel it, Kunis! You are conquered, Mila!” as Vanessa reaches for Mila's hair, just pressing her face tightly into her taut belly. Vanessa is in her element now when suddenly there is a flurry of movement behind her, the ring shaking momentarily and then a sudden BURNING between her thighs as she suffers an unexpected low blow between her spread legs from none other than Michelle Williams!

Vanessa releases Mila's hair and wrist instantly as one hand shoots between her thighs, moaning out as she then reaches for the ropes with her other hand to steady herself as she screams out in pain, blinking in shock. But, before she can reach the ropes, Michelle has YANKED on Vanessa's hair to pull her down to the canvas with a loud THUD on her back. Hudgens has the wind knocked out of her as she sprawls on the canvas, chest rising and falling as Michelle stands over her, seething. On the outside, Emily VanCamp and Nina Dobrev are fighting with Claire Danes and Priyanka Chopra respectively as the referee is busy trying to keep them apart. The referee is calling for more help as Kristin Kreuk and Jenna Louise Coleman are fighting, with Natalie Portman working to help Mila out of the ring. In all of the confusion, the referee is not paying attention to Michelle Williams – although she certainly has the full attention of Vanessa at the moment.

Michelle tugs furiously on Hudgen's tresses as she just pulls her back up towards her feet, then hops forward to jam a hard thigh upwards thumping into Vanessa's abs. Vanessa gasps and slumps forward, cradling between her legs and hugging her abs as Michelle sneers, “Fittest flyweight my ass, Nessa!” as she shoves Vanessa backwards up against the turnbuckle. Vanessa tries to push off of it, but another quick knee stuffs up between Nessa's thighs from Williams as she gurgles, hands clutching her trunks as she slumps down to her knees. Or would've anyway, if Michelle hadn't moved forward and pulled her upright against the turnbuckle. Without missing a beat, Williams hops up onto the ropes and stands over them. Somebody clever in the Broadcasting booth starts playing the “Imperial March”, also from Star Wars, as Michelle goes to place her tummy down across Vanessa's face.

Michelle grinds her abs forward, her first opportunity to tummy up in over a year as she listens to the boos from supporters of the Lookout! Boxing flyweight, cheers from those who have missed her and to the muffled sobs of Vanessa into her tummy. Licking her lips as she goes to wrap her arms around Vanessa's head, hugging her into her abs as she smiles and leans down, just whispering down into Vanessa's ear, “Listen, Vanessa, I know you think you banished me when you retired me, but you didn't. I am never, never, going to stop making your life a living hell. I am going to torment you just like you did to me every opportunity you had and make sure you never have a happy moment again. This is supposed to be one of the best nights of your life and where are you? Face first in my abs, which for the record, are fitter than yours, Vanessa. You won't be celebrating tonight. You are going to be wondering how you ended up just sobbing like a little bytch into my abs again and why, at the end of the night, I stood over you. But, let me clear it the mystery for you, Nessa – it's because I'm better. You can't conquer me!”

Michelle listened to the muffled cries and cursing coming from Vanessa as she saw the referees swarming the ring, starting to get the situation under control as she then slid her abs backwards and hopped back down to the canvas. Vanessa looked up at her, eyes glazed over a bit from shock and and then they widened again from another quick blow to her trunks which sent Vanessa crumpling down to the canvas, moaning out in agony. Michelle quickly stepped back, eyes never leaving Vanessa's as she reached down for the flyweight title and scooped it up, slinging it over her shoulder, “And one last thing you'll be wondering about tonight is where is the flyweight title?” as Michelle reached up, patting it confidently, “It's right where it belong, Nessa. This is as close as YOU are getting to the title, so if you want it, you know where to find it.” as she then dashes out of the ring, flyweight title in tow, with referees and other Lookout! Boxing in hot pursuit.

A night of deserved celebration ends in a much different fashion than Vanessa Hudgens anticipated, with an ambush from her biggest rival on her biggest night and to make things worse, Williams also took the flyweight title. While Vanessa was assured the flyweight title would be returned to her by the end of the night and that the result of the match was a victory, it felt like anything but as she cursed the very existence of Mishy. The moment had been stolen from her by Michelle Williams, for what she promised to anybody who would listen, was for the last time! This was a situation that could not and would not be tolerated by Vanessa Hudgens, who promised to address it in the coming days. Clearly, the Evil Empire would not be toppled so easily, but neither would the self-styled Rebellion – with the events of tonight proving that the war between the two was far from over!