Vanessa Hudgens versus Lily Collins (Fittest Flyweight Battle)
(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)

Vanessa: (28, 5’2, 42:27 FCBA, Lookout Boxing)

Lily: (27, 5’6, 6:1 FCBA, VIXENs)

Before: Grandstanding seems to be a personal hobby of both girls, emerging from behind in style: Vanessa literally being carried out on a golden throne, thralls supporting her pedestal on all four sides as she waves haughtily to the crowds. Purple robe unfastened around her shoulders showing off the former-Disney’s stars lean and mean frame, baring her fit tummy no doubt for purely Lily Collins to soak in.

“This stupid argument ends here,” Vanessa huffs to reporters after she’s set down gently on the ground by her handlers. “I’m gonna prove with my fists that Lily’s body’s putty next to mine,” Nessa concludes with two menacing hands help up at the camera.

Lily of course refusing to be intimidated or outdone. As her music blasts and the crowd erupts, she enters the arena flanked by a contingent of Royal British Guards lining the gantry on either side, in plain attempt to show how her popularity has exploded on the local scene, staging an invasion of the American mainland together with fellow rival, Emma Watson and giving Hudgens a run for her money.

“If there’s one thing these American bimbos hate more than their bodies being battered, it’s their pride being bruised beyond recognition,” Lily says as she too raises a red glove and twirls it at Nessa’s direction. “‘Nessa’s always been all mouth and no trousers. It’s ‘bout time someone brought down this slapper.”

Pre-fight introductions fair from pleasant as one would expect: Vanessa and Lily staring each other down, Lily dressed in a classic red bikini top, black short shorts whilst Vanessa accentuating her figure by going with skimpy black bikini, matching red gloves. More verbal taunts and sneers thrown at either, almost resulting in a wild brawl when Lily gets under Nessa’s skin with another ‘little miss fatty’ remark. Vanessa lunges suddenly at the Brit starlet, only for well-alert referee to jump in and hold her back. After waving both girls to corners, the referee finally breathes a sigh of relief and rings the bell. Here we go with ten rounds of Fittest Flyweight action:

Round 1: Hudgen’s rage will be her downfall in this fight when she rushes straight for Collins and receives a right hand straight to the face for her troubles. Choking back tears as the leather smacks home and sends an audible gasp of shock from the crowd from that one punch that might be an early decider. Lily immediately follows up with more jabs to the cheek as Vanessa makes a hasty retreat. Looks like Lily going with sound strategy here by ignoring the body and going head-hunting instead, wanting to put Nessa away fast instead of prolonging her pain. Vanessa stunned by that early denial, has trouble finding her bearings back for rest of the round, managing to pound a few hands into Lily’s body but doesn't do enough to stop Lily’s continued aggression on her.

Round 2: However, Lily freight-train grinds to a stop suddenly when Hudgens starts her clinching / wrestling tactics, most likely at the behest of corner coach, who asks the Disney princess to frustrate Lily’s plans: instead of Lily hounding Nessa all about the ring, the latter now wraps her up with arms around foe’s chest when she gets in too close, then conveniently plugs away right hand straight into her gut with huff huff hup. Collins taken by surprise at first, struggling to adjust her trapped footing and takes one too many body hits to the body, her eyes now bulging as she wrangles limbs with Nessa, jamming her gloves to cheek and ears but Hudgens looks like she could care less… Disney star packing away as many blows as possible down under before the bell finally forces them to separate. Vanessa blowing an air-kiss at the beleaguered Brit, who’s bent over on the ropes, finally feeling the weight of Hudgens’ threats prior to establish whose body’s gonna outlast the other.

Round 3: Looks like it’s gonna be over early for Lily Collins…. The Brit not letting on how much damage she took in the previous round. Sluggish performance and patches of reddened skin all the evidence needed. Lily still one stubborn girl though, charges back at Vanessa in repeat of previous two rounds, but it’s clear she still has no answer to Vanessa’s excellent clinch-work. The Disney star deftly dodges out of the way of two lumbering straight hands, delivers chopping combo to Lily’s body that elicits another urkk URK from lips. Lily tries following up immediately with another right hook, but Vanessa in too-fresh state to fall for that, ducks under and again plants her fists left-right into the body, then hugs Collins tight. Collins’ body sagging into her waiting arms, groaning lips on shoulder as Vanessa simply hisses into her ear: “You mean this is ALL you got, Collins??” Fists reach under clinch and Vanessa continues plugging into Lily’s rapidly weakening abs with every accentuated word: “THIS. SH*T-ASSED. BODY. IS. ALL. YOU. GOT??” Lily looks just about to capitulate there and then, helpless in Vanessa’s arms and on the way to a much earlier than expected KO. But Vanessa getting a bit too carried away and wanting to milk Lily’s pain a little too long… punishes the body all the way to when the bell rings and the referee has to pull her off. Still result is a blubbering Lily falling to her knees in a heap - has to be helped back to stool. Corner berating Ms Hudgens for not scoring that knockdown when she could have, but she doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass after that tummy scrubbing. “Fittest flyweight my ASS!” Nessa shouts just loud enough for Lily to overhear in corner.

Round 4: Vanessa however not about to let that opportunity flyby twice - the bell rings and here she comes wildly, not even bothering to put up defensive screen after one look at spent Lily still holding on to the top ropes in corner, signaling to Nessa that the Brit’s as good as done. Vanessa continues this train of thought... right up till the point when she crashes chest-first into the hard, corner turnbuckle... after Lily Collins spins out of the way at the last possible moment. Vanessa lets out pained yelp of surprise when her body slams into the cold steel, a dull ache emanating from every part, made much worse when she spins around and finds Lily’s fist coming straight into her peripheral vision. Lily crashes a fist straight into side of her cheek, followed by lefts and rights that PUNT straight up into her chest, then tummy, as Lily now goes to work on the trapped Hudgens in the corner. Vanessa squealing with rage, tries to block incoming blows but also conscious of the fact that getting into the clinch might be the only way to save herself at this juncture. Pushing forward, she succeeds mostly in holding one of Lily’s arms in place, jamming her other hand into Lily’s jaw repeatedly, scoring that separation as Lily backs away after realising her initiative has been lost. Still, Lily still scores a shocking comeback with abuse of her abuser. However, some pundits arguing that her success mainly and only due to Vanessa’s carelessness at the opening bell. Vanessa quite certain she will not be repeating that same mistake twice.

Round 5: Vanessa takes her time coming out of corner, fists masking her cheek, which is rapidly turning red from the repeated pounding. Lily doing the same: defensive play almost as important, but just not as exciting for everyone else in attendance. Slow dance of both fighters around each other as neither wants to take the plunge. Instead, they alternate long jabs that slam mostly on each other’s facial guard, a few slamming into bodies. Lily slowly infuriating her foe by snapping fists downwards into her midsection, beating her resistance down bit by bit and frustrating Nessa by denying her the same satisfaction, slapping away her errant fists. With a roar in the last minute, Vanessa tries to clinch and bully Collins again by rushing in into her after a long cross sails past her head. Lily needs to deal with this tactic soon - Brit losing the advantage when she gets trapped once again in Nessa’s arms and struggles to fire off her own punches, when Vanessa has no such issue.

Round 6: Both girls look like they’re starting to tire. What began as clear Vanessa-dominance now sinking into a slow and steady slog. Girls shuffle forward and start exchanging dull punches. At one point, nothing but heady and heavy blows to opponent’s body: silent, serious test of the ‘Fittest Flyweight’ title. Honour and pride on the line as girls exchange resolved death stares and take turns plugging fists into opposing stomachs. Vanessa snaps off a one-two combo that disappears into Lily’s body hard, before her own head SWIVELLED to the side by surprise Collins’ right hook! Nessa didn’t see that coming at all - her eyes were glued to enemy’s body and mind focused on how to destroy it. Crowd matches Lily’s enthusiasm as the Brit comes onto a staggered Vanessa, chopping her body in half with a one, two three right plunge of glove, then finishes her off with a right uppercut straight up to base of chin! Vanessa’s head snaps backwards and her body follows, but she’s saved from a complete collapse to canvas by the ropes behind her back, which she hangs onto like a crucified woman. Referee intervenes between them when the time limit expires, much to Lily’s disappointment.

Round 7: Frantic back-and-forth action continues into the seventh round, with neither girl willing to back down from the challenge and shot at ‘Fittest Flyweight’ honours. Vanessa screaming at Lily at the opening bell, “Only reason why you’re going after my head is because your body can’t take the heat!!” Lily smiling in reply, simply continues ramming her fist into Vanessa’s cheek throughout the round, each time relishing the satisfaction of Vanessa’s pained ughhh and ARHHG from widening corners of her lips. Vanessa’s face getting puffy now... her vision’s gonna get blurred soon… but miracle comes in the last minute when Collins inexplicably decides to switch her targets and batters Vanessa’s tummy with fast jabs, proof that the American’s words got into her head somehow. The PIK PEK PIK PEK on her abs do little trouble to Nessa - she waits until opportune moment to whack Collins back on the face with a one-two combination, then another straight hand plunges straight into tummy. Collins’ mouth forming an ‘O’, body bending over in a groan, as Vanessa’s words come true. Brunette wastes no time, steps in and JACKS another right uppercut up into her gut, repeats the blow on the paralysed Collins, each time relishing the hot flow of air forced from Collins’ lungs on her own chest. This time, Vanessa does learn her lesson, allows a broken and pitiful Lily to slide down to her knees well before the bell has a chance to interrupt. And it’s a KNOCKDOWN for HUDGENS!

Collins’ forearms protectively cradling her middle as she wills the rest of her body to return to upright position on knees. Nonetheless, it’s a painful slog evident on the Brit’s face as beads of sweat roll down her forehead, down her chest and slide down her sore belly. Vanessa is shocked when the Brit manages to recover to both feet at the count of 7, using the corner ropes to help her stay afloat. The round ends before Vanessa can charge in to finish, but doesn’t stop her from gnashing her teeth and sliding thumb across her own throat in the face of Lily in symbolic but provocative gesture

Round 8: Pundits wondering how long Lily can last. Collins apparently instructed to flit in and out of harm’s way from now on. The Vixen complies with the advice, saving her from a confrontation that she is in no way able or willing to face at this point. Vanessa herself doesn’t realise she’s getting gassed until the half-minute mark, with her big swings and even bigger lunges hit at air instead, and of course past exertion of these seven rounds taking their toll on her. Lily rallies in last thirty seconds, deflecting and pushing away an awkwardly-aimed hook at her head from Hudgens, fires a left punch into Nessa’s cheek again, drawing curses from the brunette and renewed cheers from the crowd. Looks like it’s not over yet, folks.

Round 9: Vanessa getting more and more erratic, frustration building: when it looks like she can move in for the kill, Lily seems like slippery eel escaping from her clutches. Nessa had better be careful herself, she moving around the ring like a wild banshee, her punches going all over the field. Lily backing out of way, suddenly looking entirely focused and wanting to get back in the fray. That she does at the end of the first minute, stepping around Nessa’s glove and shocking her with a clean uppercut to bottom of her jaw, knocking her teeth back! Nessa’s eyes squeeze shut as chin rocked AGAIN… and NESSA GOES FLYING BACK, knees collapsing when she rebounds against the tight ropes and crashes face-first to the canvas! Second knockdown of the evening goes to Lily Collins!!

3...4… Hudgens barely lifting her head, eyes trying to re-focus on anything and everything.

5...6… Collins hurling abuse down at her: “WHO CAN’T TAKE THE HEAT NOW, yer BIG American WANKER?”

But Collins’ words seem to have some effect on Vanessa, who shakes her head vigorously side to side, then begins to rise back up to her feet, making it along the ropes by the count of 8. She’s wobbly as hell, but hey, she’s back up at least. Referee checks if she can continue, and she nods, shooting Lily a death-glare that seems to say ‘Hell yeah.’

Ring of bell: Lily lets out a growl and charges in - Brit’s turn to brutalise the American’s body with lefts and rights, digging into flesh. Pundits would later speculate that this was the moment Lily could have won as well, by finishing Hudgens off via going after her already shaken head. Instead, Vixen elects to take back her revenge, dish out body punishment, leaving Hudgens sobbing on the ropes at the bell trying to dislodge her, but still clearly standing. Lily continues to smother Hudgens on top, delivering blow after blow to her midsection, until the referee has to pull her off to save her.

Round 10: Last round, folks, and both girls know they need to shine. Vanessa’s job simple: not lose the round and she walks away with a majority decision from the judges. The starlet’s mind now settling on far less than wanting to knock this British b*tch out, nor could she care any less about any claim to the ‘Fittest Flyweight’ title. Get her win first... *Then* make the little b*tch pay. Collins, on the other hand, needs to dominate if she wishes to come out victorious on points. The British actress goes to hyperdrive, chasing Vanessa around the ring and snapping as many shots as she can pass her defences. Hudgens evading, bobbing and weaving, tells herself that she COULD brawl but just doesn’t want to risk it, manages to slam jab after jab into Lily’s tortured abs periodically to rack up her lead. But Vanessa makes mistake again of not moving in to finish Lily off when the Brit stops and groans, hugging her body, perhaps still wary of whatever sneakiness Collins may be up to. This hesitation, however, gives Lily to rush her opponent at the last thirty seconds, almost literally slamming her body into hers in a Body Splash. Shocked Hudgens slags in the corner turnbuckle when Lily plants an opportune right hook into side of her face, slapping Hudgens around. Vanessa lets out a growl of rage and packs her own fist into Lily’s tortured paunch. Collins ignoring the pain, comes in with her own punches and both girls abandon civility and BANG AWAY ON BODIES. Sounds of leather hitting skin in quick fashion, mixed in with dull groans: right hand rams into trembling tummy; counter-right hooks to the side... Bell finally rings and both girls are still going at it! Vanessa mixing cries of pain with yelps of rage: how dare this little upstart threaten her perch?? Collins feeling the anger behind those last few jerks of fists up into her badly bruised body, when referee finally jumps in and separates them, their arms still flailing wildly at each other. Both girls herded to corners to await the final result: A DRAW! Shoulders of both girls visibly slag downwards as they hear the result: match is tied evenly, with both girls winning five rounds apiece! Officials and stable personnel quickly huddle to discuss how to go forward, when unattended girls in the ring choose instead to upend from their corners and CHARGE BACK INTO THE FRAY AT EACH OTHER AGAIN.

Looks like it’s decided then that we’re going into overtime! Judges hastily explain the new rules to the audience (match will continue until a KO is scored), but honestly the crowd’s glued to the hellcats throwing down not even waiting for the brief respite in between rounds to be over.

Round 11: Catty snarls and vulgar words spewed as both girls SLAP and SLAM their ailing bodies into each other, as though the strength in their arms spent long ago, and now using other parts of their bodies to exact revenge on their opponent’s. Vanessa and Lily wrestle in a clinch for majority of this round, mixture of tugging at hair with squeals and jamming gloves into any portion of skin they see. Neither really gaining an advantage until Hudgens manages to create some space and WHACK a lucky left hook into side of Lily’s cheek. The Brit groans as she’s spun sideways and thrown to the ropes. Crowd roars as Vanessa comes in, smelling blood, left-right disappear into the Brit’s tummy as she bunches over and wraps her arms around the American’s chest, trying to hug her close to survive. Vanessa having none of that though, exerting her control as they roll one on top of the other along the leather ropes. Eventually, Hudgens pinning Lily to the corner with one arm to the throat and the other jacking into her jugs and body. Lily’s arms still up though body struggling, even though she clearly wishing for abuse to stop. Vanessa soon runs out of strength herself, panting heavily as they both lean into each other. The brunette exhales into her foe’s ear, wondering what the hell she has to do in order to put this b*tch away. Lily panting hard, pushing her glove into Nessa’s face rather than putting any punch into it. Vanessa, exhausted, resorts to ramming her hips into the Brit’s undercarriage and trunks, drawing painful groans of protest from Lily, who can only slump down to her knees once the referee intervenes to stop the illegal attacks. A reprimand has no effect on Vanessa though, who has fire in her eyes as she grabs two handfuls of Lily’s dark hair and hisses down into her face: “GIVE UP, COLLINS. You’re f*cking BEAT.” Lily gulps in deep breaths on her knees, before her face is plunged into the curve of Vanessa’s sweaty abs, Vanessa grinning viciously as she scrubs her face back-and-forth on the surface of skin just above her black briefs. The referee though soon seen enough, steps in and pulls the American off her. Both girls hadn’t even realised that the bell had rung a minute prior, before Lily had been reduced to her knees.

Round 12: Mid-round, Lily asked repeatedly whether she wishes to continue. The Brit can only nod meekly, saving her breath for the next round. Eyes shooting darts at her opponent on other side of the ring and as she rises, body creaking with protest. But Lily determined to wipe the taste of offensive tummy from her lips. As expected, Vanessa charges straight for her at the bell (if you can really call a limping sprawl a ‘charge’). Lily’s ready though, stands her ground and braces for Nessa’s Superman Punch that crashes into middle of her forearms. Vanessa expecting her foe to fly backwards to turnbuckle, is taken by surprise when Lily plants her feet and the force of which sends Vanessa stumbling back instead, her punch rebounding on her. Lily’s determined grin emerges from behind her gloves and she lets fly a right cross - the crowd holds their breath as it simply DISAPPEARS into Vanessa’s face. Disney startlet letting out a gurgle of pained shock as specks of red fly into the air - she backs away on shaky feet, but now it’s Lily’s turn to be on her in an instant, whacking away with remainder of her body strength: hook after hook, uppercut after uppercut slam into the brunette’s stomach, chest and even spanking off her bikini bottoms. Vanessa letting out shocked groans as blood flowing down one nostril continues unabated, flinging flecks of red left and right. Before Lily can deliver knockout blow to chin, however, the bell rings TOO loudly… but Lily doesn’t seem to hear F*CK, snaking left hand around Vanessa’s waist whilst right hand PLOUGHS itself into Vanessa’s belly, then seals the deal with a completely illegal RAM of her knee right up between Vanessa’s inner thighs! The referee definitely saw that, the incompetent fool! But he can’t do much in a sudden death contest. Vanessa’s corner likewise erupts in howls of protest, but the damage done: with a strangled cry, Vanessa’s eyes flutter in shock as her hands shoot down to her womanhood, her stunned lips graze against Lily’s bruised abs all the way down to her knees. Lily hunched over in exhaustion as well, huffs and hisses through laboured breaths: “Like the taste, you little wench?” Vanessa’s chest heaving in and out in reply, both arms wrapped firmly around Collins’ thighs for support, as she cannot even find the strength to remove her lips from Lily’s pulsing tummy. Referee does what he can again, tugging back on Lily’s shoulder to get her to back off. Vanessa collapses to all fours, has to be helped back to corner.

Round 13: The audience can’t believe it either but we’re heading into the thirteenth round! Both girls look like dead women walking as the crowd tries to wake them from their stupour as they slowly rise from stools. Damage report for both women: majority of skin covering their upper bodies bruised red, Lily’s left eye beginning to swell badly whilst Vanessa’s right cheek looking equally bad shape. Still, both girls stumble forward towards each other, gloves hovering inches from chest, shivering unsteadily. Vanessa first one to LUNGE forward with a final, strained battle cry, going for broke with a right hand that lands squarely in middle of Lily’s stomach. Brit’s body jerks violently forward, then wobbles backwards from the blow. Vanessa cocking back a second punch to seal deal, but as her second cross buries deep into Lily’s middle, Lily’s two hands fly forward at same time, the momentum propelling them forward... straight into Vanessa’s face. A high-pitched GRRUGHH emits from both girls’ lips, but it’s Vanessa who screws her eyes shut and flies back into the ropes, and hangs there. Lily, dropping down to one knee, shivers and pushes herself up again after a few seconds. She hovers in place for a split second, before taking one small step forward, followed by another towards Vanessa’s lifeless form, who’s sagged into the ropes, her legs already buckling under the weight, if not for her arms entangling themselves along the top rope. Only moans and mews of protest from the brunette as Lily takes her time plugging fist after dull fist into Vanessa’s beaten flesh, jamming rights and lefts into chest and jugs, finally popping them out of the thinly-stretched fabric and drawing loud gasps from the audience as Collins simply doesn’t bat an eyelid at Nessa’s exposed jugs, continues to target them left-right-left-right.

But the referee has finally seen enough - bless his soul, he jumps in from the side and covers up Vanessa’s naked form from Lily, who still continues flinging punches at her foe’s direction, unwittingly battering at the ref’s back instead. Soon, Lily collapses forward as well, wrapping her hands around the referee’s back in an attempt to pry him off in order to deliver more punishment to Hudgens. But the audience realises it’s finally really over when the bell angrily sounds multiple times.

Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Vanessa Hudgens via TKO13!

After: Sense of jubilation erupting from Lily’s side as they cheer on her hard-fought victory, but Lily is still swaying on her feet, one eye glued shut and basically not completely aware of her surroundings. Only until the referee raises one hand does the throbbing pain in her side jolt her awake and she realises the pyrrhic victory she just wrought from the hands of Hudgens…. And Collins resolves to herself that she’s definitely not going to let her forget this.

She approaches the downed American, slumped at the bottom of the ropes. Lily takes a large helping of wet hair in one hand, lays her out flat, then straddles her destroyed midsection. Lily herself too spent to try anything as exhauting as getting to both their feet. Instead, sends sharp slap after slap into either side of Vanessa’s face, takes a good five before Hudgens comes about, eyes fluttering awake and a groan escaping her lips as she registers the hard weight bearing down on her body.

“G--GERR OFF MEE!!” Vanessa squeals, trying to flail, but the match has clearly taken its toll on her… sharp pains make her desist almost immediately.

Lily can only smile weakly at her conquest below her. “Not until you say hello to the Fittest Fly, Nessa.”

All Lily can afford to do is lowers her body onto Vanessa’s, slapping her slick tummy onto her meek, protesting face, muffling her yelps completely. One hand still gripping firmly onto her wet hair, Lily scrubs her rival’s face up and down, side-to-side, relishing the feel of the beaten brunette’s lips and facial features curving along her bruised tummy. “Kiss my abs, Nessa. Say hello.” Vanessa protesting all the way, making the post-fight humiliation only more excruciating, forcing her to pass out from the lack of air faster. After a minute or two, her body goes limp. Lily, satisfied, gets up slowly from her perch, planting a foot on the middle of Vanessa’s belly, striking a pose to the roar of the crowd.

Unbeknownst to her, her fellow stablemates had been keeping busy all this while too, springing into reaction just after the referee’s decision. Fellow allies had tried to rush to Vanessa’s defense: Emily VanCamp tackled in half by Emily Ratajkowski, now rolling about on the floor, whilst Demi Lovato still busy plugging fist into Megan Fox’s belly whilst holding her in a side headlock, buying Collins time and space to do her work in the ring.

Regardless, ring officials quick to break up the scene between both stables - both sides vowing to meet again to avenge this shocking, upset-win!