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19 March 2018 Vanessa Hudgens vs Michelle Williams

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Vanessa Hudgens versus Michelle Williams
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BEFORE: Out of many rivalries in the grand, proud legacy of the FCBA, there have been many heated rivalries but out of those, some stand out. One of, if not the, gold standard of rivalries, certainly within the flyweight division, is Vanessa Hudgens and Michelle Williams. You can point to a lot of reasons for that - veteran versus rookie, blonde versus brunette, A-List Oscar nominee actress versus Disney actress, but the simple fact is that these two simply hate each other. Pure, undiluted and complete hatred for one another and it has shown in every single one of their matches. Tonight will be no exception.

Michelle declares, “As we all know, Nessa is empty, as a person and an actress. Of course, so is her brain and there is a huge ‘Rent For Sale’ sign besides that little pea that counts as her brain. Do you know who has snatched up most of the property up there? Me. Little girls like Lily, Hayden, Emma, Jessica and others have tried to take up space, but there isn’t too much available because I’m freaking living there. She’s been a little harder than I’d hoped to take out, but the simple fact is, the outcome was never in doubt because I own her. Heart, mind and soul. Tonight, I’m going to make that official - I’ve been working to break her since we met and tonight, it’s happening. Finally.” 

Nessa furious in her response, “Mishy doesn’t own sh*t and certainly not me. She is right that the outcome has never been in doubt, because when it comes to between a Oscar-nominated b*tch and a Disney queen, royalty is going to win out. She can talk about being Hollywood royalty, but when she’s conquered by me again, being on the A List, the Red Carpet or all the wins and nominations in the world won’t matter. I’m simply better and that’s all there is to it. I’ve retired Mishy and then, I’ve let her come back because I thought it would be fun and it sure as hell has. This is my world and my chess board. Mishy is a pawn on it and tonight, she’s getting sacrificed by a Queen. Check f*cking mate.” 

It’s clear that they don’t agree on much, but they do agree on at least one thing. Tonight, it’s between the two of them. While their rivals and stablemates may be present for the match, the security presence is high and they are barred from ringside. All of them are present in their own private section in the crowd, which seems to be a recipe for disaster, although all have been warned that they will be heavily fined if any “adverse action” takes place. But, nobody who is anybody wants to miss this match. So, you have some of the most heated rivals seated together, drinking champagne and knowing that whoever wins, they win. 

Just a few of the many, many flyweights seated ringside guarded by security are: Lily Collins, Hayden Panettiere, Megan Fox, Jessica Lowndes, Miley Cyrus, Emma Roberts, Emma Watson, Natalie Portman, Jenna Coleman, Lucy Hale, Elizabeth Henstridge, Cassie Scerbo, Cheryl Cole, Briana Evigan, Anna Kendrick, Stella Hudgens, Kristin Kreuk, Mila Kunis, Nina Dobrev, Kristen Stewart, Claire Danes, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Lacey Chabert, Katie Holmes, Lucy Liu, Danielle Fishel, Scarlett Johansson, Lindsay Lohan, Ashley Benson, Ashley Tisdale, Camila Mendes, Brenda Song, Sienna Miller, Camila Cabello, Sarah Carter, Jennette McCurdy, Selena Gomez, Olivia Holt, Sarah Shahi, Anna Popplewell, Avril Lavigne, Kristen Bell, Sammi Hanratty and so, so many others. A lot of strategic seating and planning went into this to make sure that all of those fighters, many of whom hate one another just as much as they despise either or both of the combatants in the ring, don’t engage in any antics of their own. Some of the best of the league, both past and present, are all present here tonight to witness this match, which if any of their previous matches demonstrate, should be well worth the wait!

Thankfully, for both the highly anticipated crowd, the nervous security staff watching the ‘Rivals’ section and the fighters themselves - the wait is over! 

Both of the fighters come in ready for a war - Mishy wearing her famous zebra-print top - twisty-tie halter top - with matching bottoms and black gloves - blonde hair short around her face; Vanessa wearing a leopard print halter-style bikini top and thong bottoms - white gloves and hair in a fighting ponytail. Referee stays wisely in between the two of them, foregoing the usual glove touch as he issues warnings for fair fighting - for all the good that will do. This referee drew the short-straw tonight, trying to referee these two in the ring, but the bonus they receive will (hopefully) be worth it. The bell rings 

R1: Michelle the aggressor. High contrast style: Vanessa upright, hopping the perimeter - dukes up, elbows in: Michelle stepping in flat footed, left hand dangling at her side, left shoulder pointed at Vanessa; right hand near Mishy's chin/chin tucked in behind that left shoulder. Michelle much more bendy at the waist - head frequently rotating down below Vanessa's waist line, slipping stiff blonde jabs. Vanessa trying to dial in on Mishyy's head: Williams weaving, stalking - looking for the tummy and ribcage with most of her shots. Michelle landing loudest: good firm jabs spank on tummy; whacking tic-tac-toe right/lefts to waist as Vanessa grunts, frowns at sinewy blonde power downstairs.

R2: First round butterflies over for Hudgens - performance up all across the board as she takes initiative from Michelle. Nice, spicy jab, often doubled up: Williams rolling and slipping in her closed stance, can't penetrate. Hudgens sticking, then pivoting left around her jab - pushing in off back (right) foot to drill hard rights up the middle. Vanessa's right hand a sudden, triggering poke off the shoulder - surprisingly tart AND, she's able to hop in with the first to double it up, nail a second in elastic fashion. Williams's turn to frown and be frustrated: out on the end of brunette punches is no place for pretty Michelle.

R3: Two way fighting - Vanessa continues to control the flow. Hudgens pumping stick - rangy, tangy touches spanking off Michelle's face or tracking her upperbody as Williams's rotating torso. Hudgens nicely balanced on long, slender stems - she brings her feet with her forward or back, and when she disengages to lope the perimeter, Michelle can only turn and watch. Midway through, Mishy partially blocks a ringing right fish-hook uppercut - brunette scampering away, a little spooked at Hudgens's rangy power. Vanessa stalking cautiously behind the jab, slowly negotiating Michelle to ropes, putting clanging combinations together as Williams bobs and weaves at apron.

R4: Mishy not having much luck leading - she focuses on countering/timing her rangy foe this round. Williams looking impressive the way she rolls to her right with Hudgens's right cross - Mishy very supple in the pocket - able to make Vanessa miss with head movement. Williams coming back off her roll-rights with sleek right hands ticketed for chin: Vanessa caught several times to chin as her head is up high after she gets off. Michelle still working long blonde body: tic-tac-toe right lefts ringing out loud off ribs and waist; the ever-present sticking tummy jab; lashing hooks swatted wide to waste as Michelle's executing pivot-left. Blonde glaring - pinking up nicely on her ribs: actress touching Hudgens for points in the 4th.

R5: Hudgens spitting jabs while pivoting left: Michelle rolling and weaving feverishly, finding it more difficult to punch-with as blonde ups her output. Vanessa's jab gives her initiative - she's punching harder as a consequence, and she puts her punches together very nicely for a lanky-body. Hudgens snarling as she twists into tight-curling hooks: very short radius as the twists torso-right, elbow up to turn the punch over flat. If that misses over top, Vanessa's coming back a hard-popping right uppercut, frequently picking up Williams chin or jugs. Nessa taking blonde power fairly well - either rolling to take the sting out, or simply showing actress pluck - Michelle generally in range to punch - concentrating on her foe's sinuous midsection. Wonderful stuff with Williams weaving and bending but Vanessa all narrow-eyed intensity as she spits straight punches/jerks uppercuts to outwork Mishy through 5.

R6: Michelle weight on right foot as she leans away, rolls right, rotates in and around. Williams pulling limber right hands into Vanessa's flank with the torso undulation - spanking out loud, drawing blonde grimaces. Michelle snapping the up-jab - punching Hudgens's face or breasts - stooping at other times to reach jab long to tummy. But the most effect Michelle's having is that whacking, rangy right/left tic-toc off Vanessa's svelte waist as blonde shows earmuff. Hudgens grunting, lips parting as Williams rings mitts off body - Williams able to depart without receipt as Hudgens's momentarily paralyzed by body shock. Michelle quick to see it - dark eyes dancing as Hudgens shows signs of wilting: Williams adding a sleek, overhand right down into Vanessa's body to the mix, forcing Hudgens to take backward steps, face-in-gloves.

R7: Michelle rangy, limber - right hand at chest, she's jabbing, hooking, prodding left hands - bringing the left back to her hip as she's sliding to her left. Hudgens cramped, face pinched - very defensive blonde not jabbing as much due to strapping brunette work downstairs - blonde keeping elbows in, hoping to protect those battered ribs. Michelle circling, working - staying on the waist with that rangy right/left - slender-armed walloping of willowy blonde putting a stricken expression on Vanessa's face as she steps out after hot wallop. Down the stretch, Michelle turning into a screened right hand, plows Vanessa to chin, swivelling blonde head: strong blonde legs hold Hudgens up, but knees buckle as Williams threatens knockdown at the bell.

R8: Michelle openly grinning now, unleashing - she's going after Hudgens's body with relish. Jabs put Vanessa face-in-gloves; Michelle cashing in with right/left tic-toc to waist: actresses shouting in celebration at every lash while Hudgenss wince/remain quiet. Hudgens stiffening, turning: when she punches, there's no snap, and Michelle immediately answers with lashing vigour. Down the stretch, Hudgens wilting to ropes: Michelle extends left hand to push Vanessa's head to blonde right: Williams deploying a series of sickening buggy-whip right hands to Hudgens's exposed left flank/back. Cringing - Hudgens sinks to one knee - bringing actresses to their feet with a shrill cry. Williams bounding back, hungrily taking in the sight of Hudgens blinking back tears, on bended knee with right hand in ropes for support.

R9: Michelle presses: Hudgens firms. Vanessa fighting hurt - all but crippled to her body - but she twists into tight-circumference rights and lefts, missing over the top as Michelle weaves low on the approach. Right uppercut lands for Vanessa a minute in, picking Michelle's face up in her crouch: Williams startled, still there for the follow-on hook as Hudgens twists into a popping shot. Michelle on heels, blinking hurt: Hudgens steps in snarling, rifling the long right hand up the middle, finally pounding Michelle's head back as brunette can't shoulder-roll. Williams toppling backward, arms pinwheeling: Hudgens hopping-with, triggering the right again and MISHY GOES DOWN! Williams caught and dropped to her to her back: she's propped up on elbows, shaking her head in astonishment at how much fight's left in Vanessa. Hudgens in neutral corner, right arm across her throbbing body: she's clearly still hurt, but proving brave as she answers Michelle, and answers, with vigour.

R10: HAMMER AND SLOSHING TONGS! Williams forward supple - bending side to side, pulling limber wallop upside the head of Vanessa. Blonde very upright, getting gonged, but she's effective up the middle jabbing, ripping short right uppercuts, twisting into tidy hooks (elbow up/palm down). Both women catching leather to face - both rocked at points: Williams forcing Hudgens to apron forces blonde to bring in elbows and swish away side to side with tight-curling lefts and rights. Michelle dipping and countering - twisting and bending as she lashes in harm - clouting Vanessa upside the head wide, then looking to score tic-toc to ribs and waist. Crowd roaring - everyone on their feet: majestic mayhem unfolds in-ring as icons wail away mindless. Free-swinging exchanges: Hudgens GETS CAUGHT THE RIGHT HAND! Michelle dipping torso-left, pulls a slinging right upside jaw as Hudgens fans on a limp right uppercut: Hudgens legs give way - she tilts back into ropes, head lolling in wonder. Mishy leans in with the left hand on Vanessa's stomach, pulling an insurance right over the top to clap Hudgens upside noggin again. Vanessa in swoon, staring, hands stacked right atop left at her chest/stomach: MICHELLE IS BELTING AWAY! Williams has her blonde stunned - leaning in and harvesting one slinging right off the jaw after another as Hudgens is in shock. BELL: Vanessa hammered back to the stone-age - KO-hungry Michelle dragged back by the ref as this one goes to the cards - can it come back any other way for these two? Of course not - OVERTIME!!!

R11: Mishy rampaging across the ring, sailing into a startled Vanessa Hudgens with churning fury, gets brunette on the ropes in the opening moments. Williams standing up hard into jug, driving her fists up and into Vanessa’s bulging goodness as Hudgens slops hurt into the ropes - blonde piling on with jiggling gusto as Vanessa tries to slide out of peril. WIlliams stepping with, now hammering straight overhand punches to the head, now rolling her shoulders to chug up into the body - Hudgens grimacing and straining just to keep her balance as the blonde unleashes vicious volley after volley. By the midway point, Hudgens gritting her teeth and standing toe to toe, managing to fight her way off the ropes, with the two of them grinding back and forth, girls taking turns digging hooks to body, turning into tight clouts up top. The first two minutes are hard-fought, though in the final minutes, a sharp exchange of rights on the face goes Mishy’s way - Vanessa put wobbly butt, stops punching and gets LIT UP a 3 burst of hammering straight blow to her jaw and forehead. Hudgens wilting to a seat on the ropes - WIlliams hook, hook, hooking Vanessa’s jugs then bodying up - Vanessa clinching tight to finally relieve the pressure. Rest of the way hard hearted scrubbing from the blonde - she’s bumping her shoulder into Vanessa’s face, wrestling with Vanessa’s arms, pushing her up against the ropes and digging away to the belly with short, thumping strokes at the bell. Williams brazen, forcing eye contact at the break - Hudgens frazzled as she pushes the girl off as it’s a big round for Mishy. It’s close, but down the stretch, it’s all Mishy as it’s one down and one more to go for Willliams - with the stakes never seeming higher for either fighter here. 

R12: Michelle loosening up, jabbing sweet off her hip as she toes it to her left, but Hudgens’s not playing. Vanessa with her dukes up, thrusts a hard jab to from the shoulder to Michelle’s upperchest, banging Williams off stride, wrecking the classy ex-champ’s timing and a whistling right hand off the forehead has Williams reeling back into the ropes. Hudgens piling in with her head, brawny as she presses Michelle back, then she’s digging maniacally at the breasts again, beating Williams into a cramped up stupor as Michelle folds forward to protect herself. Vanessa POURS IT ON! Jamming away at Michelle’s sides, beating her back. Williams breaking down, slides a step to the right, then shoulders into Vanessa, forced to trade toe to toe by blonde pressure, Bruising, bruising trade—girls all compact and coiled inside with each other, waiting for the other to get off, then jerking in a tight, biting clout body or chin. Fight spills to Michelle’s corner, girls get a little punching room and BLISTERING trade rings back and forth! NESSA’S BEATING MISHY TO PUNCHES! Williams getting her face POUNDED by jackhammer lefts and rights straight down from the shoulder—Hudgens feeling it, checking it in and WILLIAMS GOES DOWN! Michelle breaking down in stages, sprawling on her belly and lying still—it’s OVER!—KO12 Vanessa Hudgens!

AFTER: Wow - not the longest match of their careers, but without question, one of the best - which given their history, is a pretty tall order. Despite numerous matches between the two, the majority of them have been decided in the tenth round or overtime. In fact, only one of them was settled prior to that - in round nine - making this one of the closest rivalries in league history and once again, this one went down to the wire with Vanessa managing to emerge victorious over hated Michelle Williams for a huge win. A win over Michelle Williams can’t be overstated and the crowd is on their feet - showing appreciation for both fighters as they deliver once more. Rivalries and matches don’t come much better than this. 

But, as fans of both fighters, the rivalry and the FCBA all know, this isn’t done yet. As we mentioned previously, special stipulations were put in place to make sure that this was between Mishy and Nessa - one on one - with no interference. That includes, to their dismay, the referee and security staff. Literally nobody can step in right now as they watch Vanessa saunter over towards her downed opponent, removing her gloves and dropping them to the canvas. Two sweaty thuds as each glove hits the mats, but Nessa doesn’t slow down for a moment as she struts forward, eyes focused with a predator’s gleam and a mischievous smile appearing across her lips. 

Nessa nudging Mishy over to her back with a chuckle as Williams is stirring, starting to come to a horrifying realization over what just occurred as she lost to her rival once more, eyes flickering up in shock and anger as she sees Vanessa coming to straddle her swiftly before she can back away. Mishy tries to sit up, but Nessa moves much faster as she plants her knees across Mishy’s shoulders to push her back down and deposits her firm rear across Mishy’s vaunted jugs to plant her back across the canvas. Mishy starts to curse as Vanessa brings up one finger to place it across Mishy’s lips with a giggle, “Hush, little baby. Actions speak much louder than words. Now, I’ve retired you, I’ve spanked you, I’ve smothered you, I’ve made you worship my tummy, acknowledge my superiority, I’ve jugged you out, I’ve sat on your face, I’ve made you cry, ruined your body, conquered you and do you know what? It’s important to be honest, because you’ve done the same to me. You’ve taken me to the limit and to be fair, beyond. You have been my nightmare the past seven years.” 

Williams tries to speak, but Vanessa shushes her more insistently and adds a firm bounce of her posterior across Mishy’s proud chest to make it a little more difficult to speak. Nessa glares down, voice practically a low hiss at this point, “So, how do really get past your fears, your nightmares and really conquer them? I’ve been thinking about this a lot, but I was watching Harry Potter recently when it came to me. Perhaps you’ve heard of a Boggart. If you’re not familiar with them, they are shapeshifters that take shape of what you fear the most. And do you know how to beat it?” 

Mishy starts to say something, but Nessa moves her finger away as Mishy tries to bite it and then pushes it again harder against her lips to shush her, “I don’t know whether you were trying to answer or not, but I don’t care. The only way to beat a Boggart is to expose them - show them that they aren’t nearly as scary as they freaking think they are - by laughing at them.” as Nessa leans forward, laughing right in Michelle’s face as she places more pressure on Mishy’s biceps to keep her in place. Mishy’s eyes narrow, but Vanessa keeps laughing as her smile broadens. 

“But, I’m not going to just laugh at you - I need to expose you. So, here’s what I’m going to do…” Nessa beams, “You’re going to kiss my ass tonight. Once and for all, I’m going to show you for what you are and that is simply inferior. I know how important control is for you, but you don’t control me anymore. I own you and you’re going to do as you’re told. And tonight, you’re going to kiss my ass. What do you think about that?” 

Vanessa removed her finger with a giggle as Mishy snarled, voice filled with venom, “There is no fuc…” but Hudgens didn’t wait for an answer as she simply slid forward, depositing her tawny, pert derriere across Mishy’s face as she declared loudly, almost in a bored tone, “Don’t care.” Nessa didn’t grind down, didn’t slide her posterior back and forth to get comfortable or gyrate her hips at all - she simply sat down. Mishy trembled, feeling the full weight of Vanessa on her face as Vanessa waited expectantly. As she waited, she snapped her fingers, expecting and receiving a microphone. 

Vanessa held the microphone down close to her butt and the other hand gripping Mishy’s blonde tresses tightly. When the requested kiss didn’t arrive, Vanessa brought the microphone back to her lips, unable to keep the enjoyment out of her voice, “Mishy, let me make one thing clear, I can sit here all day until you do as you’re told. You’re going to kiss my ass because you have to, because you want to and because I said so. I will sit on your face over and over until you do.” 

Vanessa brought the microphone back down, but to the crowd’s surprise, the expected kiss didn’t come. It was an uncomfortable scene, but Mishy didn’t oblige or acquiese to Vanessa’s reasonable, in her request, despite Nessa sitting firmly on Mishy’s face. But, if Mishy thought she was going to be able to pass out - it was not to be - even with the referees nearby, waiting to intervene. But, both fighters had agreed to this stipulation and so, no rescue was imminent. Mishy knew this, but her pride wasn’t going to let her do this - let her lips touch the ass of her biggest rival - she could hold out. She had to.

Vanessa, on the other hand, had other plans as she brought the microphone back up to her lips, “You’re not getting rescued, you’re not getting saved and you’re not going to pass out. You will only pass out when I let you and that’s only after you do as you’re told. So, Mishy - let me say it loud and clear for you - kiss my ass.” 

Vanessa starts pumping her fist into the air, leading the crowd into a chant of “KISS - HER - ASS!” as many, although clearly not all, join in. Mishy fights back tears, body trembling, shivering with rage, humiliation and just listening to the incessant taunts of Hudgens, the chanting of the crowd, the realization of what was happening and knowing she’s trapped, it’s all a little too overwhelming. What happens next will be disputed for months and years to come - in fact, it’s not clear if it will ever be truly resolved. Mishy will deny it to her grave and the sound of the Tell-Tale Smooch can’t be entirely heard over the sound of the chanting crowd. 

Vanessa, on the other hand, screams with absolute excitement as she bounces on Mishy’s face, just beaming as she pumps her fist into the air as she shouts: “THAT. JUST. HAPPENNED!” with each bounce, “MICHELLE. FREAKING. WILLIAMS. JUST. KISSED. MY. ASS.” Vanessa brings the microphone away from her posterior as you can hear muffled screams from Mishy, whether she’s disputing the facts or just furious at the turn of events as Vanessa points towards the row of rivals, almost purring as she declares, “AND IF ANY OF YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME, THEN YOU WILL END UP JUST LIKE HER!” as she points towards Mishy, still squirming wildly but fading fast. 

Several rivals threaten to break out, but are restrained by security - just like they have done for several of Mishy’s stablemates here as they have attempted to help their stablemate. It’s clear Vanessa hasn’t made any friends today and if possible, perhaps made more enemies. Vanessa keeps sitting on Michelle’s face until she’s on the verge of passing out, Vanessa suddenly lifts up. 

Some might think it’s an act of mercy, but anybody who knows the two of them knows better and Vanessa dispels that notion pretty quickly as she scoots back, then purring out, looking like the Cheshire Cat, “I don’t need to knock you out anymore to have you see nightmares, Mishy. Your life is going to be a nightmare now and now, I’m in YOUR head. I’m going to love it there and I’m never, ever leaving. You’re mine, so….Check. F*cking. Mate.” And with that, Vanessa rises to her feet and saunters away, a confident smirk playing across her lips as she leaves her biggest rival barely conscious but fully furious. If looks could kill, Vanessa would be dead but for now, she remains blissfully ignorant. Mishy’s stablemates are finally allowed to come in and help Williams, who is still denying to anybody who will listen that she did, in fact, kiss Vanessa’s rear as she is ushered from the arena. In between denials, Michelle is vowing revenge and who knows what will happen next between these two? Maybe nothing, maybe everything but most likely, something in between and odds are it’ll be pretty wild! 

Vanessa, however, doesn’t say a word - just a slow, confident saunter as if she doesn’t have a care at all by a row of the best flyweights in the world, extending one hand to flip them off and the other patting her abs or flexing her biceps until she leaves the arena. Just before she exits, Vanessa brings one hand up over her head, pumping her fist into the air as some clever announcer plays the classic song “Don’t You Forget About Me.”, by Simple Minds in an allusion to its most famous use in the seminal 80’s film, “The Breakfast Club.” 

After a night like this, it’s clear that Michelle, the rest of the flyweight division or Vanessa herself won’t be forgetting about this match or rivalry anytime soon! 

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