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30 March 2018 Title Vanessa Hudgens vs Lily Collins (redirected from 30 March 2018 Vanessa Hudgens vs Lily Collins)

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Lily Collins versus Vanessa Hudgens (AMD Rules) 



Lily:
(28, 5’6, 112, 12:2 FCBA, VIXENs)
https://i.imgur.com/iXc5PV9l.jpg

Vanessa:
(31, 5’2, 51:30 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
https://i.imgur.com/SAaeqT2l.jpg

(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE:
Hot DAMN - this is gonna be one heck of a brawl to end all brawls, with the two women eager to get it started with an immediate LUNGE at each other’s hair when the referee’s not looking, squealing and hard breaths exhaled as they get this party started with already PLUGS of fists into belly and kneecaps rammed up into each other’s frames… before the match even begins! Ring officials have a tough night ahead of them, no doubt, with these two girls eager to get hands onto one another. 

The history is real, of course, with Lily and Vanessa clashing in plenty of prior match-ups and even meeting face-to-face in a wild apartment brawl last Christmas. The intention always the same: to be crowned the title of ‘Fittest Flyweight of the FCBA’, seizing the AMD inaugural title belt, and of course just relishing the thought of her rival’s nose and lips sliding down her abs. 

It’s AMD rules, meaning hits only count below the neck. Other than that, the girls still win by KO or TKO, unless of course one girl calls it quits. Judging from the constant snarling and lunging towards each other, we highly doubt that that’s gonna happen tonight. Only one way to find out, as the referee preps them both at opposite corners of the ring. Vanessa donning her leather black bra and white bikini bottoms, taut body on display. Lily going with a pink top and boxing black shorts, not to be outdone in the skimp department.

Here we go folks with ten rounds of AMD action!!

ROUND 1:
Hmm - how else can we describe the opening action? Wild? Intense? Pure madness? Girls head straight for each other as predicted and by golly - just LET their fists FLY! AMD rules means no punches above the chest, but the restriction only seems to embolden either girl as they double down and focus solely on whatever targets left available to them. Loud grunts immediately fill the air as Lily and Nessa take turns banging hooks and uppercuts off the body. Both of them employing strategy of going in hard and going in fast, knowing that the longer this fight is drawn out, the more vulnerable their bodies are going to be from the sustained abuse. So heck it all - that would explain their 110% fire and fury, shock and awe as they go to town on one another from the get-go! Lily receiving hard hooks off of her sides, but slightly more sensible strategy when the Brit pivots her body to one side, reducing the surface area Vanessa can work with. The Disney princess on the other hand has just horse-muffs on her eyes, powers straight ahead without thinking, continues swinging and swinging but doesn’t realise that Lily’s in a better vantage point to POWER those nasty shots from the side: uppercuts landing firm on Nessa’s belly button and doing slightly more damage to her lean frame. Panic suddenly sets in when the upteenth belly punch disappears into her midsection, lifting Nessa OFF her feet with a loud HUUUUGGGGGHHHH... She then lands down on her knee in the FIRST KNOCKDOWN of the evening going to Lily Collins! 

Nessa crooning on the ground, clutching her belly, can’t believe that barely three minutes have passed and she finds herself humiliated on the ground. Collins can’t believe it herself, spitting down at her hated rival: “That’s what you get, Nessa, for messin’ with me...!” before being led away by the referee to neutral corner.

Vanessa on her knees but already willing herself back up to rise. DARN IT if she’s gonna lose this fight to this British b*tch… what’s more in the first freakin’ round!?! She makes it back to her feet at the count of 7, but the damage is arguably done, both to her credibility and body - Vanessa still cradling her stomach back to her corner, growling insults as she watches Collins already strutting back to hers, victory parade on display.

Holy hell. It just goes to show how much these two girls freakin’ HATE each other’s guts, that they’re willing to put everything on the line this early for the win. Unfortunately for Hudgens, it didn’t work out for her to put all chips in one basket. Hopefully she’ll manage to recover from the damage, and fast.

ROUND 2:
First few seconds of Round 2 sees a repeat storming towards each girl as they attempt to resume the body abuse. Of course, Nessa now with revenge in her eyes as she wants to make Collins pay for the earlier humiliation, but reality check sets in when Collins’ punches start landing on her body in quick succession: pain wracking her face as the reddened skin still all too raw and needing some respite, making Vanessa back away almost immediately, instinctively covering up her body with both hands as she recognises the same symptoms. Lily tempted to not just follow, but BLAST her rival full in the face when she leaves her head wide open. Thankfully, she remembers that this is AMD, manages to restrain herself, instead harrassess Hudgens about the ring for the remainder of the round, spotting holes in her defense and doing her best to blast a punch into it to make it bigger. But Hudgens’ feet working still, and she manages to escape most of Lily’s attacks by maintaining safe distance. That doesn’t mean however that Nessa gets the payback she wants - far from it - this round allows Collins to sweep through it in this timeline, but at least she didn’t find herself bowled over and panting again on the canvas.

ROUND 3:
Two rounds of all-out action and girls already reduced to catching their breaths in the third. Round starts off slow as they circle, firing jabs at the body from afar but managing to deflect a majority of them. This kind of AMD fight dictates close-quarters combat if one’s gonna be effective - it’s FAR easier to protect one area of your body rather than two, and the girls are likewise finding it easier to defend their tummy and chest, but consequently harder to actually land any punches if one can’t target shots at the face in order to confound their opponents. As a result, both their arms receive a battering this round, skin turning almost as red as their tummies underneath, with the scraping of leather over skin just upping the intensity of pain with each hard swipe or jab down below. Vanessa however ever resourceful, wades in strong in the last minute with a combo aimed at different parts of Lily’s body: a one-two jab-jab sting the chest, stunning her briefly, then more double-hooks land hard on either of Lily’s side, and suddenly, she’s finding Vanessa’s face firmly in front of hers. Too late now as Vanessa just continues to CHUG those elbows in and out, in and out, determined to break Lily’s body in half and make her wilt once and for all! Lily absorbing, groaning in pain as each time she tries to step back and away, it just creates more space for Vanessa to slam an uppercut straight up into her stomach. Fifth straight blow proves TOO MUCH for the Brit - she WILTS down to her knees in a familiar scene as before, clutching at her body! COMEBACK KNOCKDOWN for VANESSA HUDGENS!

“F*CK YOU COLLINS! HOW’D YOU LIKE THHAAAAT!!?!” the Disney Princess shrieks down at her fallen foe, tempted to continue wailing on her from above but reminded by the referee that this ain’t an MMA contest, and she’s reluctantly herded back to corner to await the official count out.

Lily’s turn to wheeze into the ground, eyes squeezed shut as she cradles her throbbing midsection. F*ck if she’s now the one regretting this fight, getting humiliated in turn when her body not being to take the punishment in only the third round of the evening. Determined to fight on and not give Hudgens the satisfaction of gloating, Lily rises slowly, first to one knee, then the other, finally pushing herself back up by the count of 8. 

INSANE show of feelings between these two girls,, who seem intent on breaking each other in half, quite literally. And it’s bound to get worse since we’re only in the third round!

ROUND 4:
Try and hide it as they might, both girls aren’t superwomen. The early abuse already starting to show signs of weariness, with parts of their bodies being lit up red like Christmas. Pure loathing for each other however making them throw caution to the wind as they CLASH in the center yet again, determined to put the other down for good early. Vanessa invigorated by the last round knockdown, thinks she can repeat the same success this round and sails in fast and swinging. Unfortunately, Lily having the same idea, thinks it’s high time she pay the b*tch back with another visit to canvas. As a result, the two hellcats clinch up in the middle, pushing and grunting by shoving at shoulders and burying hands into the body at every opportunity. They can’t land any shots to the head or cheek, so only contact comes from both their foreheads grinding deeply into one other, deep scowls on their faces as they GROWWWL nose-to-nose whilst continuing to BURY away at tummies down below. Make no mistake - they’re hurting each other bad, but Vanessa seizing the chance to play dirty, TUGGING hard on the belt of Lily’s boxer shorts with one hand, sending her off balance, then leaving her open to a DEEEEP fist that disappears into her midsection. HHHHHHNNNNGGGGGHHHH is only sound that escapes Lily’s lips as her body just collapses in on itself - HER TURN to be sent down to her knees her crimes against humanity. Her arm draped across her belly, the other still clinging onto Vanessa’s thigh as she struggles not to fall face-forward into the ground. 

“B*TCH! YOU’RE DONE! STAY THE F*CK DOWN!!” is all Vanessa hisses at her foe, but Lily still alive and kicking, even though the pain on her face proving that she wouldn’t mind taking the same advice. She’s kicked away roughly by Vanessa, making her collapse back down to all fours. Vanessa stumbling back to the ropes, awaiting the inevitable. How the f*ck will Collins recover from this one?? 

Trembling, Lily forces her legs to work, one by one, with the rest of her body shaking with pain as she makes it back up one foot at a time, much to the disbelief of Hudgens. When it’s clear that Lily’s about to recover and continue this all-out brawl, Vanessa already readying herself in corner, about to charge and finish this once and for all. There’s one minute left on the clock when the referee rings the bell to continue, and HERE NESSA COMES! Lily turtling up on the ropes, arms and elbows low as she mews and moans, Vanessa going full on crazy-mode with punches sent to her guard. “JUST GO DOWN AND DIEEEE!!” Nessa shrieks at her nemesis, without realising that she’s the one getting tired herself from the multitude of blows, but with Lily curiously is still left standing. What’s this? The Brit choosing to clinch forward, arms wrapped around Vanessa’s heaving chest, taking advantage of her tiredness to start imposing her own will.

“F*CK YOU COLLINS, YOU OLD BRITISH HA--UUGGGGH!!” Nessa spits out the incomplete words, when Collins BELTS her right back in the belly, then another and another lands firmly in the middle, making her eat every insult back with a FUMP of leather digging into her abs.

Vanessa snarling as she struggles to stay afloat, burying her own hands into Collins’ side, but the Brit proves relentless, determined for payback, and after being folded over for the fifth time, it proves too much for the American - it’s her turn to slink back down painfully to her knees, arms cradling her aching stomach, mouth whimpering into Collins’ thighs as she’s pinned firmly to the ropes. The crowds going wild at this SECOND knockdown of the same round and the FOURTH knockdown overall of the entire match. These ladies don’t know when to quit, do they?!

Lily now grinning weakly from her perch above, shoving Vanessa’s head roughly from side to side whilst taunting her with belated breaths.

“You were saying, Nessa? Look whose abs are on fire now?” she mutters, before shoving her backwards, forcing Hudgens back onto her back, where she squirms into a ball whilst the referee does his job to count her out in turn…

Nessa groaning loudly, spitting air as she attempts to rise count by count, all the whilst being watched steadily by Lily in her corner. The two girls meeting each other’s glare and that only seems to spur Nessa back to her feet even further - she barely makes the count of 9 as she rises back up with the help of the ropes. Disappointment in Lily’s eyes clearly evident, but she takes satisfaction in at least knowing she’s snatched this round from Nessa’s clutches by the skin of her belly. 

ROUND 5:
Both girls know they have to be extra careful now, what with the amount of abuse suffered to their bodies by this halfway mark. It’s extra dangerous for the damage to be concentrated in such a manner - simply means that one stray punch to the body and it might spell the end for either girl, or worse, abject humiliation that would await. Girls thus spend a good thirty seconds just pacing around each other at the opening, one arm secured across the chest area, the other clutching their bruised midsection, wary of the other girl’s plans. Vanessa, undoubtedly the queen of risk, is the first one to fire off precautionary jabs at Lily’s body - but almost all are taken on the guard, and only one or two manage to slam into her chest. Lily outraged, tries fighting back with some chest shots of her own, but denied by Vanessa’s jumping out of the way to avoid. Vanessa grinning, gets a bit bolder as she comes in closer, swinging another right hook to the chest, but then, suddenly gets her punch parried awkwardly to one side, sending her spiralling off balance. Here comes Collins, who STEPS IN AND BURIES A RIGHT HAND into Vanessa’s body! OUUUUCH! Vanessa’s eyes bulging with that invasive fist folding her over. Her body simply shivers and shatters, sliding off of Lily’s arm like a glove coming off a hand. IS THIS IT?!

Whether it’s luck or good timing for Collins, her own body too achy to celebrate just yet, stumbling back to corner to await the good news. 

4...5… Vanessa’s corner screaming at her to get back up. Especially loud is her sister, Stella, who’s trying some reverse psychology on her in order to convince her otherwise. “

“YOU WANNA BE LILY’S B*TCH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?! GET THE F*CK UP NESSA!!”

Well, that seems to have sparked a nerve. Vanessa’s face of tortured pain quickly rescinding into rage as she wills her body to unravel one muscle at a time, and using her arm strength to pull herself back up with the help of the top rope. The referee this time almost hits ‘10!’ but waves for the round to continue once Vanessa’s knees leave the ground. Can she survive the next two rounds though??

Lily however no better, finds no reserve energy to finish her rival off as she stumbles towards Hudgens. This gives the brunette plenty of time to recover and avoid more punches from the Brit. The two girls spend the rest of the round stumbling toward and away from one another, neither scoring any good shots to the body. Lily still taking the round with that early knockdown, which definitely consoles her corner. But, like we said, there’s not much more damage either girl can take, as they start to reach breaking point.

ROUND 6:
Girls visibly slower, both on their feet and in their arm swings. They accidentally get in too close down the middle, realise it a bit too late as their eyes widen in panic. Vanessa ducking under a wide hook from Lily at last moment, then BELTS the Brit in the stomach and elicits a loud moan from her lips. But Collins manages to grapple up with her due to close proximity, wrapping arms around her chest and staying upright, much to Vanessa’s seething. The two girls sway in each other’s arms, curses hurled into the ears whilst arms still groping for purchase down below. Vanessa with some hard SWIPES of leather off of Lily’s tummy, more groans into her cheek as she cuffs at the abs repeatedly, but still Collins refuses to let go and go down… Vanessa winds back an arm swing as far as she can, intending to DRIVE it in and up into the body once and for all, when suddenly, she feels a sharp impact off of her chest - Lily PUNTING upwards from within the clinch, as she painfully sends fists up into her breasts, knocking those knockers about hoping to catch her attention. Well, message clearly received, with Vanessa wincing with each jug attack, Lily mashing her gloves into either side with hardened glee, slowly driving the Disney starlet backwards into the ropes. 

Crowds holding their breaths as this could be it for one of two beauties - Lily has her where she wants her now, shoving Vanessa’s shoulders and face backwards over the ropes, leaving her body open for more fists to PACK in the belly, Lily now repeating the grinding in of leather but now drilling her glove into Vanessa’s aching torso one at a time. Vanessa almost sobbing with each invasive blow chopping her down to size bit by bit, her knees slowly giving way as her stomach muscles just refusing to comply to keep her upright. Soon, her butt shoved in between the ropes and all she can do is slide back down to the ground, lips making their way town Lily’s own bruised abs, eyes fluttering and both arms clutching weakly at the back of Lily’s bottoms - the only thing preventing her from tilting forward and collapsing chin-first into the ground. KNOCKDOWN again for Collins and hopefully this time, the last? 

Collins still huffing down from above, leather gloves in wet hair as she takes a handful in one hand and roughly tugs back on Vanessa’s head. Hey - noone ever said pulling of hair was illegal? Vanessa gaping up at her tormentress, mouth open at her mercy, as the referee is STILL counting her out patiently by the sidelines. Lily however has other plans as she hisses down at her:

“Who’s the Fittest Fly now, b*tch?”

Vanessa still defiant, spits back. “IT AIN’T F*CKING YOU, B*T--HNGHHH” 

Lily giving her a hard slap of a glove into the side of the head, shutting her up, but receiving a sharp rebuke from the referee trying to enforce AMD rules.

“It seems like you still haven’t learnt your lesson, Nessa dear, that my body’s better than yours, and always will be…”

Finals words from Collins punctuated by more loud screams from Nessa, as she’s pulled back up by the hair by the Brit… Lily not content with just leaving her on the ground at the mercy of the ref. No oh no. Collins wants her victim to submit to her and her alone…. Nessa saved from the ten-count ironically by her nemesis, now grunting louder and louder as Lily continues with the body abuse, shoving her fist into the belly as both the girls’ tummies pulse in and out from the sheer exertion. Lily licking her lips with every moan from Nessa’s, knows she’s got this in the bag and it being only a matter of time before the referee declares a TKO victory for her… 

But likewise, Vanessa has other plans. As she’s FOLDED over yet again by an invasive fist to the body, her lips come in close contact with Lily’s cheek, and she does what anyone would do in that same situation…

“AAAAAFFFAAAAUUUUUCCKKKKK!!!!!” Lily screams as Vanessa just CHOMPS down teeth hard into flesh - a last resort move from the brunette that effectively severs the two girls from the clinch, as Lily desperately now beating punches into Vanessa’s face, hoping the repeated trauma would be enough to get her to release her chompers. 

Vanessa half-grinning, half-biting down, as though enjoying this tremendously, until the third hook to the face dazes her enough to finally let go. Lily all of a sudden can’t wait to get the f*ck away from her, but now it’s Nessa’s turn to return the favour: one hand snags Lily’s bikini top, preventing her from getting away so clean, then her right hand SLAMS too low for comfort, BUNCHING up Lily’s boxing shorts and sealing the dirty warfare with a low blow to her nether region to boot. The abuse proves too much for the Brit - her mouth agape in horror and shock as she simply COLLAPSES back down with her face hitting the ground at the feet of Vanessa Hudgens, who’s just draped across the ropes, her vengeance complete.

Referee kind of equally stunned by the turn of the events, but hey - the round ain’t f*cking over yet folks. The crowds in silent awe at the vicious brawl having unfurled in front of their eyes, now with a very clear chance of it being finally over… but wait… Lily’s still stirring! The Vixen is slowly making it back to all fours, one hand rubbing the cheek furiously, checking for blood, the other massaging firmly between the thighs, whilst the rest of her body simply shakes violently as it protests her will to continue this fight. But stubborn girl is stubborn, continues her slow ascent back up with the help of the ropes, and finally makes it back up to her feet just before the count of 10 as well! Good lord - Vanessa herself too exhausted to react to this travesty, and both girls have to be helped back to respective corners for another showdown. Looks like this fight is far from over, folks!

ROUND 7:
Gosh - how much more can these hellions take? Lily with fire in her eyes as she realises she’s been denied the win. Well, serves her right for playing with fire in the last round. Vanessa up and standing but staggering towards her all the same. Lily however in no better shape, fire down between her thighs as she can’t seem to walk all that properly. That’s gonna be a problem for her… Vanessa exploiting the weakness immediately, points taken off for that illegal move last round but heck if she cares little else other than hurting Lily f*cking Collins. She starts poking jabs at Lily’s chest over and over - no resistance from the Brit apart from a dull yelp each time it lands. Lily trying to fire back but Vanessa still has enough sense to protect her body with a semblance of a guard. Vanessa succeeding in getting dangerously closer and closer, using Lily’s same tactic of turning her body at an angle so Lily can’t hit her targets as much. By contrast, once Hudgens sees the opportunity, she pounces: A HOOK TO THE TUMMY lands clean on the belly button, jerking Lily’s body backwards. ANOTHER left swing literally bends her over in half, plastic mouthpiece shooting out between the lips as Lily can’t even control her breathing for much longer. With a ROAR, Hudgens lets fly a final uppercut aimed just below the belly button - it crashes into her aching body, too close to the sensitive region for her to pretend it doesn’t matter any longer. Lily simply WILTS forward into Vanessa’s arms, with Hudgens knowing better than to play around with her corpse like her opponent did with her prior, simply guides Lily’s shocked face down the curve of her pulsing abs, her lips and nose resting just above her bikini briefs as the referee begins the final count.

This time, it’s no use for Lily - she doesn’t make any effort to recover this time, and even if she did, Vanessa’s two hands firmly embedded in the top of her head, keeping her firmly grounded, ensuring her victory this time. Ref hits the 10-count and it’s finally over ladies and gents! 

Official Decision: Vanessa Hudgens defeats Lily Collins via KO7! Vanessa retains the AMD belt and title of ‘Fittest Flyweight of the FCBA’!

AFTER:
What a bloody war, with the two girls certainly giving it their all - I don’t think they’ve been in such a grueling contest before, and no doubt this outcome will be etched in our collective memories for years to come. EIGHT Knockdowns. SEVEN rounds. TWO rivals.

Vanessa of course hoping to do more than just win. She’s made a statement here tonight and by golly she’s intending to drive the message home. As though the end of the match immediately suspended the rules of AMD, the first thing the Lookout starlet does is to SLAM a hook into Lily’s face, as her head is still being held firm in her clutches. As though making up for lost opportunity, Lily groans repeatedly as her face is swivelled side to side, until Nessa finally sends a kneecap driven up into her chin, knocking her even more senseless and throwing her back into the ropes. 

Nessa quickly moves forward to pin the hapless Brit against the ropes, degloved hands now tugging roughly upwards on British tresses, angling her face for the best position for what’s about to come next. Nessa hissing down at the trapped girl, looking for some sign of surrender:

“Who’s the one who’s f*cked up now, Collins? You’re gonna be drooling into my belly like the pathetic b*tch you are! I’M the f*cking Fittest Flyweight of ALL TIME. F*CKING SAY IT!!”

But Lily only semi-conscious, can only groan back at her tormentress up top.

Nessa grins nonetheless. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes!’, b*tch!” before she SHOVES her battered abs straight right into Lily’s face, using her leverage to keep her facial features pinned firmly in place whilst using her grip on the top of her head to simply scrub her lips up and down, back and forth across the extent of her belly. 

“You LIKE that, Lily? THAT’S WHAT PERFECTION FEELS LIKE, YOU HEAR??” 

After a good minute, Vanessa finally releases her hold, allowing Lily to collapse down to the canvas and pool in a heap at the base of her feet. This was an all-out war between two rivals who were eager to prove themselves as the Fittest Flyweight in the FCBA. Vanessa Hudgens manages to win this battle, hefting up the AMD belt above her shoulders to claim both the title and belt, but at the same time wincing from the damage wrought on her own body tonight. Still… the sight of Lily’s broken form at the base of her feet makes all those ill feelings fade away into sweet oblivion.

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