Lily Collins vs Vanessa Hudgens (La Guerra de Amour Boxing) (Unified Flyweight Title)

Results: Lookout! - Story: Caspian & Lookout!

Lily:
(31, 5’5, 112, 36:11 FCBA, VIXENs)

Vanessa:
(32, 5’2, 78:39 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)

BEFORE:
One hell of a rematch in the making - the sixth time tonight these two have clashed in the ring, with Hudgens holding a 3-2 win-advantage over the current Flyweight champ. But this here’s a special fight, folks, brought to you live from the city of Paris and a custom ring set up specially to accommodate Lily Collin’s scheduling woes, the actress currently in the midst of shooting Season 2 of her Netflix show Emily in Paris, and had to request the title defense take place on home turf if she were to defend her perch this month.



We’re not in Kansas anymore, that’s for sure, with the Grand Ballroom at the InterContinental Paris lit up by golden chandeliers hanging high from gilded ceilings and majestic panels of polished glass surrounding the walls, with a standard boxing ring erected in the middle of the circular hall draped in gold and white colours just for tonight’s Flyweight title bout.

Backstage, Vanessa Hudgens having the first word with reporters in her personal locker room, the Lookout! starlet having flown in from America just to kick Lily’s butt and (hopefully) win herself her fifth-ever Flyweight title belt. It’s both an honour and opportunity worthy of the veteran Hall-of-Famer, who just recently put away contenders such as Jessica Lowndes and Isabela Moner, and not to mention having retired a certain nemesis such as Michelle Williams back in 2020 to seal her status as number one contender for tonight’s fight.

“I’ll kick Lily’s ass no matter where she is on the planet,” Hudgens smirks as she tightens a glove around a fist. “Whether it’s New York City or Paris, it’s always a pleasure to smack that little gremlin around. And don’t get me started on her pathetic title reign. So far, I’ve heard it’s been disastrous. She’s failed to put away girls like Moner and Twatson easily, girls I’ve easily defeated in the past 12 months. That belt is going to be mine by the end of tonight, and having to fight under La Guerra de Amour rules is sweet enough, but making Collins kiss my tummy in the middle of Paris itself…” Vanessa smacks her lips with a clenched fist. “That’s the cherry on the top of the cake.”

Before we head over to what the champion herself has got to say, we did forget to mention that extra stipulation for tonight’s fight: It’s La Guerra de Amour rules indeed, but unlike last time, when Lily outlasted Nessa in an epic AHW tummy-kissing match that spanned an entire evening and night, both ladies will be keeping score in the middle of frantic boxing action. As usual, it’s up to both competitors how they decide who’s the unofficial winner, but knowing these two girls, having competed multiple times for the AMD belt and title of Fittest Flyweight, it’s gonna involve plenty of lips-on-tummy action.

“Hmph. We all know how that last encounter went,” Lily smirks from her own backstage locker room, putting the final touches on taped fists. “That was one wild night indeed - I hope Pudgens remembers it well. I certainly enjoyed the feeling of her lips buried in my tummy over and over again - even got the polaroids if she wants to take a walk down memory lane. The only difference between then and tonight will be where I beat her. This is Paris, the City of Lights and Love. Trust me, I’m all prepared for what comes after - we’ve even got a suite booked upstairs for another night of action,” Lily winks to reporters as she stands up, her Flyweight title draped over her shoulder.

Later, the ballroom is awash with orange candlelight as the Hudgens makes her way through the double-marble doors first. The Lookout! starlet’s dressed modestly for her usual style: a simple black bikini wrapped tight around her chest, and a similar-coloured thong accentuating her curves and toned figure. Nessa has never looked better for her age, having kept a fit, brisk and dominant streak during her 7-2 stint just last year.

Out comes Lily Collins next, the Vixen riding a high after major wins over the likes of Emma Roberts, Isabela Moner and Emma Watson, not to mention the success of her Netflix television show, which just validates the grandiose location we find ourselves in. She marches into the ballroom, white boots threading fine embroidered carpetry, heading to the ring in a classy dark red bikini wrap around her chest and waistline.

The ballroom is considered small for a main-event of this magnitude, and because of the Covid situation, empty of crowds tonight. No matter, according to both ladies, who both wanted an intimate affair to settle the score tonight. Tense atmosphere as Lily and Vanessa face off in the middle of the ring. No further words exchanged here, merely steady glares and arms shaken loose as the referee reiterates the rules of this title match: it may be unofficially La Guerra de Amour rules, but the normal boxing stuff still applies: 10 rounds of 3 minute action apiece, with the winner determined via KO or Judges’ Decision.

We get a curt nod from either corner after heading back to corners. The DING! of the bell reverberates through the empty chamber and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This here’s for the Unified Flyweight Title!

ROUND 1:
Vanessa is hungry at the bell, ignoring plenty of Lily’s jabs towards her head and just plowing a straight hand early into her midsection, drawing the first grunt from Lily’s lips! Oh, it’s ON apparently, as the Lookout! starlet wastes little time in staking her claim for the tile, continues taking shots down south as Lily struggles to reorient and adjust. Collins with a three-inch height advantage but that hasn’t saved her in the past, her arms locked over her chest, protecting the head from the shorter Hudgens but doing little else to cover her vulnerable midsection. Hudgens is pounding and thumping away, repeatedly rushing the Vixen when she ain’t expecting it, and turning her body halfway about in a clever defensive manoeuvre, which gives her the chance to hurt Lily to the body, her shoulder shoved hard into the champion’s chest, driving her backwards, Nessa’s free hand swung inwards with leather packed into Brit belly and chest. Collins left breathing hard at the bell, one arm already hugging her tanned midsection. And we’re only in the first round! Hudgens with a satisfied smirk on her face as she heads back to the corner after the bell rings.

ROUND 2:
Vanessa striding in once more, ready for round 2 of dominant action when she gets her face SMASHED in by a right cross from Collins! OUCH! Hudgens was so eager to rush forward that she didn’t anticipate the Vixen doing the same, with Lily using her longer legs to fly forth and DRIVE that beautiful cross clean into her mouth and nose, drawing a loud gurgle from the shorter girl. Hudgens’ turn to wilt under pressure, but to her credit, she holds her ground for a good second or two until another hook gets sent across her face to force the retreat. Both girls drive home their points early thus far, taking turns beating each other backwards, but this time, Lily is the one hounding her adversary across the ring and back, pressure kept up by repeated strikes to her face and the occasional right hand powered straight into her body and chest. Hudgens’ eyes bulging with her back to the ropes - even she can sense the intensity of blows being thrown at her this early in the fight. Lily almost knocks her down when another blasting hook catches her on the side of the head, but Collins opts to return to more body-bashing as she punctuates the action this round with a final left-right combo hitting Nessa’s tummy like a drum.

ROUND 3:
Girls gnashing their teeth as they charge each other at the bell! Both haven’t forgotten the brutal bare-knuckled bout they suffered back in 2019, with Lily ultimately prevailing after just six rounds of knuckle-on-bone action. This rematch is a year in the making but both girls are swinging their gloves and landing on face and body as hard and hurtful. Nessa scowling as she returns to her body-rushing tactics, keeps running in and taking wide lunges at Lily’s tummy, hoping to pay her back for earlier, but the Vixen’s a little wiser this time and manages to control her foe’s advance, her right hand extended and snapping into the cheek whenever she gets in too close. So far, of course, neither woman has invoked the La Guerra de Amour ruleset but they might be waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Late round scare here as Lily sends an overhand swing to the face, bunching up Nessa’s cheek with a loud grunt, and before Nessa can retaliate, another left decks her on the top of the forehead, sending her reeling backwards into the ropes. AND HERE COMES LILY, a left-right combo uppercut snapped into the breadbasket, folding the brunette over with a HNGGGGGHHH and breath of exhaled air. Girls end up growling in arms, repeatedly twisting aloing the ropes and taking turns to shove their gloves into each other’s body, bend the other over in half. Unexpected move from Collins, of course, who’s used to excelling from a distance, and instead ends the round hissing into the top of Nessa’s head whilst burying her glove into her gut, trying to force her petit ass through the ropes for a potential knockdown. Referee has to pull off the overeager Vixen, who of course protests the stoppage when she was this close to sending Nessa down to her knees, the challenger’s lips already semi-parted from the air driven out of her lungs, close to sliding down Lily’s chest, and even more danger close to gliding over her lower torso for the first score. For now, Collins has to be satisfied with taking the third round by a close margin, and Hudgens left wheezing and panting as she stumbles back to corner, her eyes staring daggers all the way.

ROUND 4:
Collins comes in hot to finish what she started, resume the headhunting process as she scoots forward at the sound of the bell. The Vixen also switching targets to Nessa’s vulnerable body, flicking combos in and out from afar as she pushes Vanessa backwards for a repeat abuse. What she doesn’t anticipate is Vanessa’s sudden comeback SWIPE of hook across her face, another lunging out of nowhere as Lily takes the bait and pays for it dearly. Hudgens’ corner lets out a shout of triumph as she STUNS the champ with a third rocker into the side of the head, the shorter girl digging deep and reaching high, sending the champ packing! Lily shaking stars from her head as she finds herself on the receiving end of more powerful swings, her arms taking a pasting and the impact throwing her about this way and that. Vanessa’s patience pays off this time as she steps in late, CHUGS an uppercut into the open tummy, which draws a loud GURGLE from Collins’ lips, with the champ almost bent over in half as she stumbles forward. Lily trying to clinch up or at least use her opponent’s shoulders to stay standing, but Hudgens also anticipating the tactic, gets her elbows and arms in between both girls and goes to work on beating the Brit’s tummy like a drum, hup hup hup hup pushing her back into the ropes as she tans Lily’s once pale but reddening abs with more lefts and rights swooping inwards and sideways. Lily in trouble - can’t quite get away and neither do any of her punches seem to take any effect, with Nessa’s power on display as she drills another uppercut right into her belly button, which seems to be the last straw! Collins wilting with a moan into her arms, eyes bulging, hands hugging her midsection as she slides downwards to her knees! Vanessa grins, guiding her foe’s lips down the curve of her breathing tummy, with Lily left pooled down at her feet at the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening! Je-sus! Normally, this type of humiliation is only reserved for after the bell! Not here and definitely not this scene, with Hudgens enjoying her premature perch from above as she toys with the fallen Brit, Lily left staring in shock up at her tormentress as Nessa tugs and pulls at her disheveled hair, continuing to hold the champ in place whilst smacking her across the face with a back-hand.

“That’s one point for me, dear Lily,” Hudgens hisses, looking down with malice.

Before the referee can pull her off, Vanessa takes further advantage, shoving the champ’s face into her gleaming abs one more time before releasing the hold, letting Lily sink down to all fours, the Vixen gasping and coughing for air. “Oops. I guess that’s two points for me now.”

Lily left shaking with rage as she tries to move back up to her feet for the recovery, but rather than feel the sense of hopelessness, the Vixen’s glaring and scowling as she steadies herself by the ropes, orders the referee to get the hell outta her way when the poor man was attempting to make sure she’s okay to continue. Round ends here with Vanessa clearly in the driver’s seat, but we’re not even past the halfway mark of this fight and there’s already plenty of humiliation on the horizon!

ROUND 5:
Hudgens still moving forward like the entire ring belongs to her, maintaining her intensity as she marches in and resumes her wild swinging at Lily’s body and arms. Collins is still in partial recovery mode here - you can sense the pain growing in the rest of her body as she stumbled out of her corner earlier, one arm still protectively covering her bruised torso as she looks to retake control of this fight. Fine by Hudgens, who can rely on her own power to break down any defence the Vixen has to offer. But as she does so, Lily’s strategically taking early strikes to her face, and at first, Nessa sees the attacks as nothing more than dumb luck, but by the third time her cheek’s caught by a snap hook sent in sidewards, and a little spittle flying from her lips, it’s clear that Lily’s got her foe’s movements down pat, the champ timing her counterattacks well enough to coincide with maximum damage, as a fourth right hook catches Nessa clean on the chin, swiveling her head painfully to one side - and that seems to have done the trick! Vanessa left gaping in shock, almost taking a knee there and then, the rest of her body buckling from the sudden impact! IT’S COLLINS’ TURN TO POUNCE as the champ drives her challenger into the ropes with a literal Body Slam and Spear, her shoulder slammed into Nessa’s face with an illegal grunt as the two women go crashing into the ropes, their arms and legs tangled up and flailing about for leverage. Lily using her height to pin her foe down, and though Nessa’s doing her best to beat gloves at her flanks or use her fists to hammer shots into the side of the head, an uppercut dug into her midsection seems to silence her for now with a whoosh of air and grunt, with Hudgens left groaning somemore as Lily continues to batter her tummy with her arm pulled back as far as possible before DRILLING leather into the pit of her stomach, rinse and repeat, as the champion growls into the top of matted and shivering raven hair from above. This time, Hudgens has no answer, and by the third uppercut sent packing into her midsection, she’s lifted off her feet on the spot, the rest of her body falling back down to her knees with a cry of anguish, parted lips and nose lying smothered and smooshed into Lily’s belly as the champ scores her first KNOCKDOWN in kind of the evening! Collins too winded herself to exert further torment, simply pins her heaving torso to Vanessa’s face on the ropes as she takes big, weathered breaths with her arms over the top rope, her belly pulsing in and about Vanessa’s shocked facial features. Finally, Lily manages a smirk from atop her perch.

“I’ll count that as five points for me, dear Nessie,” Lily heaves amidst tired breaths as she deliberately thrusts her tummy one last time into Vanessa’s face, the makeshift body slam drawing another pained shout from the fallen challenger, who’s finally freed from the feel of hated skin and sweat, and allowed to collapse to the canvas in agony.

Referee counting Nessa out by the ropes, but she manages to stir upwards a number at a time. It’s clear however the punishment is taking its toll on both their bodies, as Hudgens makes it up to shaky feet by the count of 8, but evident that she wants this round to be over as soon as possible as she’s helped back to her corner.

ROUND 6:
More on-the-ropes action as both girls continue to take and deliver punishment to mutual bodies. Holding onto the ropes makes sense in this regard as it gives either woman some support to keep standing. Tell that to Vanessa Hudgens though, who’s taking the beating of her career, keeps getting pinned down by the taller Collins, who’s smirking through heavy breaths as she forces her arms in and under Vanessa’s, using her free glove like a battering ram to Vanessa’s stomach at every opportunity. Nessa moans and groans, her body repeatedly LURCHING forward in agony, with her knees buckling on the spot as though she’s about to go down one more time, but Lily supporting her weight on purpose, their limbs intricately criss-crossed on the ropes, hips almost glued at the waist as she shoves her pelvis over and over again into the American’s, further adding pressure to Nessa’s tortured torso. Lily having free reign with her rival towards the end of the round, Nessa almost knocked out but still swaying on her feet, but finally wilting completely and utterly into Lily’s arms. This allows the champ to repeatedly guide her face southwards, down her chest and cleavage, Nessa’s parted lips slid over Lily’s upper abs and torso as the champ delightedly counts out her unofficial points with a sparkle in her eyes. Referee of course almost powerless in this title fight, knows better than to intervene, and prefers to leave it up to the judges to dock or add points as they see fit in the end. It’s not as though either girl is giving a sh*t, of course, as Lily finally allows Nessa to fall back down to the canvas, but only after the bell rings. The Lookout! starlet has her plate full, sputtering and spitting out the disgusting taste of tummy as she vows revenge.

“I’ve lost count already, Nessa. Give it up!” Lily shouts from her corner, having dominated the action this round and looking to continue the trend past the sixth. Vanessa’s body’s shivering as the medics are called in mid-fight, but she shoos them away with half-swung fists of her own, even as they attempt to help her back to corner, her brows narrowed and pointed amidst the throbbing pain in her body.

ROUND 7:
Stunner of a right hand to one girl’s face opens the seventh, and Lily Collins eats a faceful of leather in the opening seconds! Complacency set in for the Vixen as she came forward confidently, her hands loose, thinking all she needed to do was mop up from here on out. A couple of snappy punts to Nessa’s face confirms this suspicion earlier on, as Vanessa initially played possum, grunting as she took the first few hits, till Lily tried to do a barrel roll and rush in with another low-swinging hook to her body. Not on her watch... BLAM! Hudgens blocks it deftly with a lowered arm, before danger flashes in her eyes as she BLASTS Collins across her lips with a left hook of her own!! UGHH!! Lily left flabbergasted, floundering backwards, her long legs working overtime to keep her from stumbling over herself. AND HERE COMES NESSA, looking for some much needed payback! Her elbows chug in and out, in and out as the American takes her fair helping of tummy flesh, more lefts and rights sent in the body as she presses Lily’s frame into the ropes, shows her rival NO quarter either, with the poor champ getting folded over in half with each uppercut disappearing into her midsection. Collins holding onto her wits at first, lips parted on enemy shoulder as she tries to weather the storm, but Hudgens is simply packing more and more malice into each subsequent blow to the body, girls’ shoulders digging into chest and chin in hammer and tongs fashion, when a final glove is PACKED into the curve of Lily’s failing abs, sending the champion’s butt clear and through the middle rope, Lily letting out a shout of surprise and agony as gravity does the rest! Collins falling onto the apron first just outside the ropes, before her curled body plopping onto the regal carpet by ringside with an unsatisfying SPLAT! It’s a ring-out KNOCKDOWN from Vanessa Hudgens… until… it’s not?? What should have been a regular 20-count allowance for Lily is immediately interrupted when Nessa herself decides to roll out of the ring herself to continue the abuse, one way or another!

“Get up b*tch!” Nessa hisses, pulling Lily up with one glove guiding the back of her head, the other cupped under her chin as she turns Lily’s stunned face upwards, that same face framed by dishevelled brown hair. Meanwhile, the ring officials are trying to restore order / debate amongst themselves as to how to sort out this “double KO”, with both girls brawling outside the ring simultaneously. But Vanessa’s scowling and hissing at them to stay the f*ck away, more content with throwing Lily’s back into the hard apron corners before burying her fists into her rapidly reddening tummy. Lily’s in trouble, that’s for sure, but at least she’s not in danger of getting counted out here, with Nessa herself technically also in the danger zone. A wild melee erupts in the final seconds as Lily manages to blast Nessa across the mouth with a cuffing right hand, show she’s still very much alive and defiant, but Nessa simply lets out another shout of rage and decks her with a punch to the chest, stunning her on the spot whilst clutching her left breast, whilst an illegal knee sent up into her stomach forces her down to the carpet once more. Lily left breathing on Nessa’s upper belly, the challenger all too eager to start the post-fight humiliation early as she beams down. Just before Vanessa can secure the tummy smother and give the champ a good scrubbing across her glistening abs, however, multiple officials pull her off and herd her back to her corner. It’s a wild seventh round indeed, and that’s an understatement, as both girls got their respective shots in and it’s still too early to sort out who won what and where. But if that smirk on Hudgens’ face is any indication, as she continues to berate the champ whilst crawling under the bottom rope, Hudgens is holding a good lead here, both in terms of the official and unofficial scoring of La Guerra de Amour rules.

ROUND 8:
FINALLY these two show some signs of letting up, with exhaustion taking its toll on both their bodies as either girl stumbles out of respective corners. Hudgens takes the first swing but it’s entirely off its mark, Lily still too far away and alert to move her head backwards to dodge. But the Vixen ain’t in tip-top fighting form either, every twitch of her body making her wince in pain as she deals with the aftermath of all that body abuse from last round. Ladies fare better in the second minute, regaining some of their breath as they tie-up on multiple occasions, snarling in each other’s ear and getting warned by the referee for some knee lifts snuck and tucked into each other’s thighs and lower bodies. At other times, it’s more forehead on forehead action as the girls use every part of their bodies as leverage to force the other into the ropes, free hand’s smacking and swiping at the tummy before the other girl roars off her back, turns the tables and pays her foe back with interest. Nessa having fought back well last round, this time taking the lead mid-round as she pumps more leather into the bruised midsection of Collins, drawing low, painful grunts, but the Vixen manages to hold her opponent off, turning a tired-looking Hudgens easily about on the ropes with arms around her neck and waist, then proceeds to pummel Nessa back with a snap uppercut to the chin, another sent into her chest and a third packed into the belly. Sound of the bell and girls are more concerned at this point about staying upright with the help of the ropes, not falling flat on their faces to give their opponent the satisfaction of another knockdown. Scoreboards are slightly in Nessa’s favour at the moment but truth be told, none of them are keeping score any longer, their respective corners doing their best to ice down their flanks and ribs, pare the swelling down as best they can whilst girls take deep breaths on their stools to find their bearings.

ROUND 9:
Round Nine? More like the ninth round of war between weary combatants, both Vanessa and Lily taking turns folding each other over as they clash in the middle of the ring, falling into each other’s arms as gloves are shoved hard into each other’s body with rapidly fading energy, as we enter this last stretch of action where anything goes. Lily doing away with her defensive posture a long while ago, opts to get in close and personal and show Hudgens that she too can bang away at her in close quarters. Some consolation and brief respites in between the bruisin’ action as both fighters remember the unofficial scorekeeping and psychological warfare as important as the real fists sent flying both ways - they spend precious time after each smack to the belly to try force the other woman’s head downwards, the feeling of lips sliding over sweat-slicked tummies desired for once as they count out the La Guerra de Amour points accumulated only in their heads. Hudgens for a moment seems to be going onwards to take a third consecutive round, at one point socking Collins hard on the mouth and sending her sprawling into the corner turnbuckle. Look of rage on the challenger’s face as she squares her hips and roars inwards to finish, but Lily protects and takes the abuse with gusto, arms tight over her face but her body turning a bruising shade of pink from the repeated shocks to the system. But it’s equally clear that Hudgens is fading fast, her swings slowing down and lacking the rage she’s sputtering in Collins’ face, allowing the champ to clinch up with her without much resistance, their bodies heaving as she turns Vanessa around and scores an uppercut to the base of her chin like a fading witness, Collins also dead tired but shoving an elbow into her foe’s windpipe to immobilise her, a free hand taking pot-shots to Vanessa’s groaning face, tits and body as she begins to drives Nessa’s butt into the steel bar! Bad news for Hudgens as she continues to wilt, involuntarily groans amplified throughout this ballroom as her head gets snapped back and over the top rope, then her body jerking forward again from an invasive fist buried into her tummy, all the while her hands flailing helplessly at Collins or cupped around her tormentor’s forearm that’s pressed down on her throat. Lily’s face that of focused malice - zero barbs at this point, with the Vixen purely interested in sending a message here: a couple last belts to trembling tummy and Hudgens is completely bent over the invasive fist, her chest heaving as though she’s about to throw up. All it takes is a final SHOVE to both her shoulders for Hudgens to fall through the cracks of the middle rope, in a repeated scene from earlier this fight as she falls unceremoniously to the floor below the ring apron! This time, Collins ain’t coming out of the ring to jeopardise her chances of winnin’, stays supported by the ropes and simply waiting for the referee to count her win out. Hudgens, to her credit, ambling upwards slowly to all fours - she’s got 20 seconds here to get back into the ring, if not it’s considered a KO loss. But I don’t think the ref’s shouts are registering as the brunette simply shivers at the final leg of her race, her eyes growing with desperation as she reaches for the canvas under the bottom rope, hoping to pull her battered body up and over the edge of the apron, but it’s just not enough at this point, the rest of her body shivering in pain as she slumps back down to her knees before the ref hits the count of 20 - he finally WAVES this brutal war off!

Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Vanessa Hudgens via KO9! Lily Collins is STILL the Unified Flyweight Champion!

AFTER:
What an epic battle between rivals with a past, as Lily herself collapses down by the ropes, falling onto her back and lying there for a good moment with her head in her hands, catching her breath as she lets the win sink in. She knows her opponent’s not in any better shape, and she’s right - Hudgens left curled up by one side of the ring, squinting eyes and wheezing for air as she hugs her tummy with both arms. Both ladies have put their best efforts into this fight, and it shows: Collins evening the score at 3 wins to 3, and defending her Flyweight title belt at the same time might be just the consolation prize between these two.

After a few moments of respite, evil intent flashing once more in Lily’s beautiful eyes. She’s given the all-clear from the medical team (no life-threatening injuries reported, at least), her gloves dropped one by one as she slowly slides under the ropes herself and out to ring-side, where she finds Hudgens still curled up and mewing softly into the neon drapery over the apron. Fingers are curled into the top of her hair from behind, and the sharp pain in her scalp seems to wake Nessa up, a shout of in pain and outrage echoing from her lips before she’s turned around on her knees, slapped across her face and then pinned to the of the ring by her conqueror’s tummy.

Lily encouraged by the unique position she’s in: the hard ring-side at the back of Vanessa’s head to hold her in place, her hands dug into matted raven hair as she buries Nessa’s face into her midsection, taking time to “play” with her trapped foe as she smears Nessa’s lips and nose up and down the extent of her glistening abs.

“I’ll count that as another hundred points, whaddayasay, Nessie?” Lily coos down from above, temporarily releasing her hold at certain points and allowing Vanessa to cough, gag and spit her defiance.

“F*CK YOUUU BITT-MMMPPHHH!!” Hudgens shouts out between breaths before her face is pulled back into the tummy smother.

More feeble attempts at resistance are slapped away or ignored, as Hudgens slowly loses consciousness even as her fingernails are raked across the small of Lily’s back or down the extent of her pale thighs. Nothing like a knee lift or two to the trembling breadbasket to subdue her foe, according to Collins, as she notes the time and realises she (once again) has the entire night to toy with and dominate her victim under La Guerra de Amour rules.

Just before Nessa blacks out, Collins lets her go once more, letting her slump down to the carpet, Vanessa’s messy locks a mess over her face as she woozes and wheezes.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pudgens. It ain’t over yet. Not until I’m satisfied that you’re beaten. Or did you forget?” Collins teases, standing over her with both arms on her hips. “For now, your nightmare’s just getting started.”

Rest of the evening is captured by sporadic CCTV footage throughout the hotel, with Lily taking the beaten Hudgens for a Walk-of-Shame along the grand hallways of the building and towards her eventual fate: Collins leading the way out the ballroom with an arm firmly draped around Nessa’s waistline, tugging hard on her black waistband and bikini briefs and “nudging” her along with the occasional slug to the belly or sensual whisper into her ear. Hudgens playing along initially, too exhausted and bruised to resist, but along one of the hotel corridors tries to make a break for it with a sudden elbow drilled backwards into Lily’s chest, the Lookout girl fighting back with sudden, renewed vigour as she refuses to go down without another fight. Girls end up brawling again, briefly crashing into expensive embroidery and wooden furnishings, at one point knocking over a porcelain vase as they wrestle again for control, taking turns bowling each other over with balled fists sunk into heaving bellies along the wallpapered walls.

But Lily regains control somewhat, targeting Nessa’s weakened abs as she finally leads the beaten brunette to the doorway of one of the rooms, numbered 261. The door’s already swung open by the VIX crew, and Collins gives the cameras a final wink before dragging the shrieking Nessa by the hair past the mantle. The door’s slammed shut before the cameras can get another close-up shot, but the last thing we hear is the sound of hard slaps and more shrieks, fabric getting ripped, and the muffled cries of one girl getting her dues after a long, hard-fought battle.