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30 January 2015 Title Ch Vanessa Hudgens vs Michelle Williams

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OFFICIAL SSB PPV

UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on January 30, 2015, 9:37 pm

Vanessa Hudgens vs. Michelle Williams
Flyweight Title
( Words: Front Street / Results: Lookout!)
(Post-fight: HISC / Lookout!)

BEFORE:

No hype necessary for this one, but, of course, that doesn't stop plenty of it from happening, and every event is a powder keg, though most of them manage to "go off" without an actual explosion. Both girls playing psychological games in their interviews. "I'm ALL in Mishy's head," says 'Nessa with that gorgeous smile. "See, here's the thing. She KNEW this was going to happen some day, that a younger woman was going to come in an knock her off her perch. She didn't know who or when, but she knew it was coming. And, now, it's here. And she knows there's nothing she can do about it. All she can do is climb in with me on more time, collect a nice payday, and admit that her conqueror is here, and her name is Vanessa Hudgens."

"She has an inferiority complex," says Mishy. "That's her problem. Of course, she SHOULD have one. She's nothing more than a low-level Disney brat, and it can't be easy for her to have to deal with the fact that the queens of this division are talented film stars like Natalie and I. Every time she looks across the ring at me, she sees something she'll never be. A real star. A real talent. A real champion. And the only thing she has to counter all that is the flyweight gold. And, when I take that from her, then she'll have absolutely nothing. And that's what keeps her up at night."

ROUND ONE:

Nothing fancy about the beginning of this one. To no one's surprise, the pair fairly charge out of their respective corners and have at one another, hot-tossing right from the start. It's not sloppy, of course, these two are waaay to slick for that, but there's a lot of stepping into punches going on from both fighters until 'NESSA IS STEPPIN' IN FENCE POST HOLES! A hard right from Mishy and Hudgens is in trouble about half way through the round. Vanessa driven back into the ropes and SAVAGED by her hated rival. Mishy not ALL in, because she's waaay too smart to do that this early, but reserves are committed, artillery barrages are called in, and Vanessa is left smoking if not a complete ruin. Hudgens manages to hang on to the bell, but she's taken a bashing, even though the cards only read 10-9.

ROUND TWO:

Mishy stalking for the kill. Hudgens not stepping to now. She wants to circle and jab. The legs aren't cooperating fully, though, so the blonde is able to bring her to battle and shake her with some hard right hands, until, BOOM! NOW IT'S MISHY WHO'S ROCKED! Hudgens brings a right hand counter from about the third row and Williams is suddenly in full retreat. That quickly, 'Nessa's forces are running roughshod over ground Michelle conquered just minutes ago. Williams is backed to the ropes and Hudgens is having at her and the crowd is going crazy and every flyweight in the world LOATHES both of them, because they know who they are, what they are, and what they've become together, much to the other's dismay. Like Mishy before her, 'Nessa commits some reserves but doesn't go all in. She does, however, bang the blonde around and scuff her up. Williams legs hold her, but, at the bell, we're even on the cards at 19 and even in the scuffing department as well.

ROUND THREE:

'Nessa in forward aspect again. She wants to push Mishy, see if she can't consolidate some of the gains of the last round. Williams having none of it. She's got most of the legs back and she's standing her ground and banging back at her hated rival. Rival. It's a loaded word, but one that couldn't be more appropriate in describing these two. A veteran blonde film star known for class in the ring and talent on the screen. An up-and-coming brunette Disney girl, known for talent in the ring and her mouth in press conferences. There's a lot of opposite. And jusssttt enough similarity. Because. They both want the same thing. Well. Things, plural, actually. Because, there's what there always was, the throne in the flyweight division, and what's now been added to that, the other in a puddle at her feet. Nobody gets puddled in the third. It's a grinding, banging, punch slipping, snarling, close round. Hudgens ekes it out. And leads 29-28.

ROUND FOUR:

'Nessa continues to push Mishy. There's no circle and jab from the brunette now. This is straight-ahead, "I'm coming after you" stuff. And, again, Williams doesn't shy away from it. Because she loves it. There aren't many flyweights who can stand and fight as well as Michelle...because she's very good at hitting and not getting hit. And, about midway through the round, she reacquaints Vanessa with the "hit" part. It's a short right hook. And it sends the brunette crashing to her back! Williams wastes no time turning and getting to her corner, but, if she'd hoped to have finished this thing, and, surely, she had, she's disappointed. Hudgens sits up, then gets up, and beats the count. She's in a bad way, however, and one thing you DON'T want to be is in a bad way in front of your biggest rival. Especially if that rival is Michelle Williams. Mishy goes to work. No, she goes to WORK. She pounds at 'Nessa with both hands from every possible angle. She backs the lovely brunette into the ropes and thumps her body, hooks her ribs, bangs away at her high guard, splits her gloves with right hands. Hudgens takes and takes and takes some more. She bends. But she won't break. She's still standing at the bell, though clearly hurt and hurting in the body. And trailing 38-37.

ROUND FIVE:

Williams at her best. Or, worst. Depending on your point of view. Hudgens' point of view pretty much involves a lot of red leather smacking into her face. With her legs not wanting to cooperate and her head still woozy, 'Nessa is easy prey for the blonde lioness in front of her. Williams wastes no time taking advantage, forcing Vanessa to the ropes again and again and simply laying a beat down on her. The brunette tries to rally, but, over and over, Michelle brutally puts down those rebellions, and, by the final minute, Hudgens is pretty much nailed to the ropes and getting nailed. Then, Mishy ups the ante and goes RACK in a big way. 'Nessa's moaning into her gloves as she closes elbows trying to protect her body from the abuse the blonde is heaping on it. Williams goes upstairs and wobbles Vanessa again. The referee is looking in closely and then it's back to the rack and THERE GOES THE TOP KNOT! Williams having at Hudgens' exposed jewels until the referee calls a halt...and sends Vanessa to her corner to get her...um...well...equipment fixed. He then restarts the last 30 seconds of the round, and those seconds go pretty much like the 150 before them, Mishy giving, 'Nessa taking. But, Vanessa survives, and one wonders if that top knot much just have saved her bacon. Williams 48-46.

ROUND SIX:

Mishy looking to put the hammer down, but now it's Vanessa not having any. Hudgens digs deep and holds ground against an advancing Williams. Michelle determined, trying to bang her way forward and force the brunette into retreat, but Hudgens digs in, calls in artillery support, and refuses to retreat. The result is a round like the second, a brutal, nasty, hand-to-hand grind that sees both women land solid shot, but neither able to gain firm control over the battlefield. And tactics change as the round goes on. Head hunting early gives way to vicious body attacks late. Mishy has the better of these, but Vanessa gets plenty of work done, too, tenderizing the blonde's abs and pounding at her ribs. It's grim stuff and a small part of both women has to be happy when the bell ends it. It's a near thing, but it's Williams, and she's now built a 58-55 edge.

ROUND SEVEN:

Michelle beginning to impose will now. The early batterings the brunette has suffered have taken their toll, and, while she was able to hold her ground in the sixth, the seventh is a different story. Williams begins to, slowly, grab canvas. It's a fighting retreat for Hudgens, who refuses to cede anything to her hated opponent, but retreat is exactly what she's forced to do. It's bitter for the brunette, who sees the smile, not on Williams' lips, but in her eyes. The blonde knows exactly what's happening, and she couldn't be enjoying it more. Williams grip on control becomes more and more iron as the round goes on, so, it's no surprise when, with thirty seconds left, the right hand comes. What IS a surprise is where it comes FROM, and that's from Vanessa Hudgens. It's a counter. It lands perfectly, and it sends Williams to her glutes. There's no celebration from the brunette. She just trudges tiredly to her corner and betrays no emotion when the blonde rises. Not even resignation. There's little spark even when the referee waives her forward, but Vanessa DOES find enough to get some clean up done in the few seconds remaining before the bell. When the round ends, both fighters are slow to their corners. The cards now say 66-65 in Williams' favor, but it's hard to believe both of these girls will be standing long enough for any tabulating to be necessary.

ROUND EIGHT:

Hudgens quickly off the stool looking to continue her offensive. The rest seems to have helped her, as there's a little more spring in the step. Williams, on the other hand, is still shaking the muzz out of her head and quickly finds herself, again, retreating across ground she gained just moments ago. 'Nessa all about pressing her advantage now, driving Mishy before her, getting her to the ropes and going to work with both hands. Michelle tries to fight free but can't do it. Vanessa has her trapped and keeps her there, working upstairs and then down. And, then, the light goes off. And she remembers the fifth. AND IT'S RACK TIME! Vanessa gets off lusty into the jubblies and it's Michelle desperately trying to close the elbows to protect them. A couple of uppercuts up the middle wobble Mishy and make that strategy obsolete, allowing the brunette to get back to the jug mugging and THERE GOES THE TOP KNOT! Karma? Kismet? Something. Because now it's 'Nessa hammering at the bare jewels of Mishy until the referee sees it, stops the round, and sends Michelle to her corner for a wardrobe adjustment. He again re-starts the round and Vanessa dominates the final seconds, but the eighth ends with Michelle still standing and her jubblies back in place. It also ends with the fight even at 75.

ROUND NINE:

No wasted motion. Off the stools and at one another immediately. In most fights, this is the time when efforts like the ones being made by Mishy and 'Nessa would be aimed at breaking their respective opponent. After eight rounds of punishment, with fatigue setting in and your girl hurting, this would be the time. And, perhaps, at some level of consciousness near the surface, that's exactly what these two flys think they're trying to do. But, deep down, they know the other girl CAN'T be broken, because, if she could, somewhere in those previous six fights, somewhere in these eight plus rounds, it would have happened. But, it hasn't. And it won't. She CAN'T be broken. But, she CAN be beaten, and THAT'S what the ninth is about. It's about finding enough in the tank to grab a valuable point. And, it's Williams who does it. It's close. It's nasty, grueling, banging stuff with plenty of body work. But it's Michelle. And she leads 85-84.

ROUND TEN:

In the tenth round of most fights, it's easy to tell who's winning even if you just walked into the arena and sat down. Because, in the tenth round of most fights, one girl, the one who's behind and needs the round, or, perhaps a knockout or knockdown, is going all out, emptying the magazines, doing everything she can to pull out the victory. The other fighter, the one who's ahead, is playing a different game. She's on defense, moving, covering, running clock, working to frustrate her rival's attempts to turn things around. In most fights. But, not in this one. Because, in the tenth of this fight, both fighters are off their stools and at one another viciously, just like in the ninth. It's not about who's ahead and who's behind, it's about three more minutes to punch a hated rival in the face. Or the body. Or the rack. And all of those areas get targeted as both fighters punish one another for the entirety of the round. The strategies are simple. Set your punches up, get the leather home. And fire off as much of it as possible. The fans are on their feet throughout, loving it as big shot after big shot lands, and the legs of both fighters hold up. At the final bell, everyone waits. It's been close again. Then the decision is announced. The round has gone for Hudgens and it's 94-94. The referee needn't ask the fighters about overtime, but he does something else. He climbs down out of the ring and approaches the FCBA officials in charge at ringside. His question is, basically, this, "Do you REALLY want this to happen?" The answer is in the affirmative. He climbs back inside and overtime is announced.

ROUND ELEVEN:

Overtime sees a convergence of strategies that leads to an advantage for the blonde. 'Nessa, can, of course, stand and box with you, or stand and bang with you, but, where she's best, especially against Michelle, is fighting a war of movement, but, after ten rounds of punishment, that's not in the cards...or the legs. Williams, on the other hand, is best when she's squaring up and boxing, using her slick array of punches and angles. And, that's exactly what she's able to do to a stationary 'Nessa. Oh, Hudgens does fine. She competes well. She's IN the round. But she isn't as good at being Mishy as Mishy. And, that's no surprise, because there might not be another fighter at the weight who is. It's, again, grim stuff, with both girls digging deep and finding more reserves, but, when it's over and the scorecard results are announced, as they are in OT, Williams leads 104-103 and needs only the next point for victory.

ROUND TWELVE:

'Nessa wants to brawl. What? Absent an ability to stick and move, the brunette wants to maul and mug and it's not a bad idea. She's right in Michelle's grill, banging body, clinching, shouldering, shoving. Boxing turns to wrestling, with both fighters doing everything save a double-leg takedown. Punches become fewer and further between, and most are short range stuff, a lot of them to the body, many with one free hand as the other is tied up. It's as sloppy as anything we've seen in the now seven-plus fights between these two, but the strategy has the desired effect for 'Nessa. She breaks Michelle's rhythm, doesn't allow her to put punches together, and grapples her way back into the fight. Because, when the bell rings and the scorecards are announced, Vanessa has won the round and evened the fight again, this time at 113.

ROUND THIRTEEN:

'Nessa wants to brawl. And Mishy isn't having any. Williams begins setting up pickets with her jab and moving her feet to maintain distance. Hudgens tries to work past Michelle's defenses, and manages to do it on occasion, but she's mostly taking fire at Michelle's range. Williams doesn't get greedy. She doesn't try to load up. She just keeps popping solid shots at the brunette, touching her up, forcing her to cover, slowing down her pursuit. It works perfectly. Hudgens is pre-empted almost the entire round. She's not hurt. But she's more than a little frustrated. She can't get to where she wants to go. She can't get off. She can't score. So, it's no surprise that, when the round ends, the score is announced at 123-122 for Michelle, who is one point away again.

ROUND FOURTEEN:

Desperate times and all that. And these are desperate times for Vanessa Hudgens. For the third time, she's one round away from defeat, and there aren't many reserves left to throw into the battle. So, the brunette gambles it all on one direct frontal assault. She starts walking through Michelle's jab. It costs her. She gets picked up some and takes some hard shots, but, she gets inside where she can brawl and bang and dig body. When she does, Williams responds in kind and we've got trench warfare, brutal, hand-to-hand stuff that involves plenty of jug mugging. Both top knots hold up this time, though both are under increasing pressure as the round goes on. Again, it's close, two-way stuff, and, again, both fighters bang away right to the bell. Breath is held all over the arena until the scorecards are announced. Hudgens. It's 132 each and we're headed to, amazingly, the FIFTEENTH.

ROUND FIFTEEN:

Desperate times. Both fighters are scraping up whatever reserves they can find for the final battle. But, of course, neither knows how long that battle will last. Again, neither girl will break, so it's going to be a matter of which can grind out enough points to finally finish this thing. Again, 'Nessa walks through Michelle's jab and takes punishment for doing it, but, again, she's able to get inside and brawl, negating Michelle's boxing advantage. And, just like the fourteenth, things turn brutal when she does so. Punches fly from anywhere and everywhere and land wherever an opponent can find a legal opening. Everything is punished. Everything. And, with as many punches as are flying, sooner or later, a big one is going to land. It happens later. Much later. With only seconds left in the round. It's a good punch, but not a great one. In the first round, it might have sent a fighter back a step. In the fifteenth, it sends one stumbling to her knees. It sends MICHELLE to her knees. The blonde doesn't react immediately, too tired and muzzy to do that. But, then she looks up at the referee. And sees that he's counting. She'd been hoping he'd rule it a slip, but he has not. He has NOT. And there's no time. And she knows it. The count. The mandatory eight. Two points. Two straight points. She pounds the mat in frustration and that's when Vanessa begins to celebrate. Michelle doesn't rise. There's no point. There's not enough time. The knockdown has finished her. Hudgens finds enough energy to leap into the air and pump her fist. And the count passes Mishy, who sinks face-first to the mat, face buried in her right arm, by. It's OVER. Your winner by KO15 and STILL the flyweight champion of the world is Vanessa Hudgens!

AFTER:

For those playing at home, you know what's coming. That famous Swan Lake tape went in the moment the match was over – just in case. Probably a wise decision, given the history between these two as they both appear exhausted about the battle that they just went through, culminating in Vanessa Hudgens victorious in their “Best of Seven” series between them. Security and both of their corners remain on hand, but only to observe as nobody would ever think of interfering in whatever is about to take place. Both Vanessa and Michelle are taking some time to recover, just breathing hard and adjusting their tops, listening to the roar of the crowd as they give both fighters a standing ovation.

Perhaps it's the support of the crowd or the desire to end this bout on their own two feet, but the two of them make their way to their feet and approach the center of the ring. It's cautious and slow, though they pick up speed as they near each other a bit and stop just a few scant inches from one another. The two of them share looks of mutual loathing and enmity, but surprisingly, Vanessa extends her hand for a post-match handshake as the collective eyebrows of the audience rise in surprise. Given all that they've come through in their long history, perhaps there is some mutual respect there and Hudgens wants to show she can be magnanimous in her ultimate victory between the two. A despondent Mishy, knowing she's made the most fateful and worst bet in her life, looks down at the proffered digits with disdain, loathe to touch them as she might be to pick up garbage on the street. Hudgens wiggles her fingers, smiling as she offers a handshake again and Mishy reaches down, but only to slap it away. At that moment, however, Vanessa intercepts her wrist and snares it tightly between her fingertips as she yanks Williams forward to drive a knee upwards into her opponent's sore abs.

Williams gasps in shock, as does the crowd, with Mishy supporters becoming quite vocal as Vanessa can't help but smirk, reaching for her rival's shoulders as she doubles over to gasp for air and pushing her backwards into the corner with a THUD! The elfin blonde is driven back into the turnbuckle, body jerking as wind is driven out of her again with Hudgens shoving her up against the corner roughly, then driving another knee upwards into her tummy, then another, and another, leaving her breathless and wobbly-butt in the corner. Mishy reaches up to grip the top ropes surrounding the turnbuckle for support, struggling to remain upright as Vanessa grips her hair, yanking at it to ensure that she does. Most of the crowd seems to know what's coming as Hudgens ascends the ropes, the audience cheering itself into a frenzy as Vanessa lowers her proud abs down onto a horrified Williams' face.

Michelle's protests are muffled at once as Hudgens grips the top strands with one hand and the other tugging on Michelle's blonde locks, ensuring she remains standing and in place, just stuffing her face into taut, slick abs that are sliding back and forth over her face. Vanessa is going tummy-surfing, just gliding her abs back and forth in a tummying-up for the ages. Mishy tried to turn her head, but Nessa just yanked her face back underneath the tummy as she yanked Mishy's head back snug against the turnbuckle. Just looking down into Mishy's eyes, filled with rage and embarrassment, she blew her a little kiss and then just slowly lowered that tummy to cover up her face again. Holding onto her rival's hair with one hand, she pumped her fist victoriously into the air and Vanessa bellowed out into the crowd with triumph as the tummy torture seemed to go on for minutes.

In fact, it did with Vanessa repeatedly gliding her abs back and forth, letting her toned tummy settle on Mishy's face in each of the four turnbuckles around the ring. Vanessa just slid her slick tummy back and forth, covering every inch of the humiliated Williams' face, on each of the four turnbuckles around the ring. Mishy was in shock after the first time, just groaning out feebly for Vanessa to stop. Hudgens only responds with a smirk, a shrug and shoving Mishy back into yet another tunbuckle. Mishy was guided on a complete tour of the ring, as Vanessa kept cruelly whispering into her ear, “Hope you are enjoying your farewell tour, Mishy” as the blonde looked out into the crowd, ashen-faced and eyes filled with tummy-shock, blinking back tears as she was led to each turnbuckle on increasingly unsteady legs. Vanessa wrapped one arm around Mishy's waist, just guiding her along the ropes on this 'farewell tour' as she patted Mishy's own vaunted tummy. The other hand gripped one of Mishy's wrists, forcing the beaten blonde to wave her hand back and forth as Nessa laughed, “Wave to the crowd, Mishy – your career is going bye-bye. Bye-bye, crowd – bye-bye career – bye-bye!” Hudgens held her tight even as Mishy tried to twist free, blinking back tears as she could only moan out in protest. Vanessa took great pride in her tummy and clearly relished pumping her firm torso up into her rival's features over and over until finally, she hopped back off of the turnbuckle. Keeping ahold of Mishy's hair with one hand and reaching down to grip her wrist with the other, she yanked her forward and it looked to the crowd as if she was going to whip her into the turnbuckle yet again, but instead pulled her forward into another knee to the tummy!

The gasp from Mishy was audible, even over the sounds of the crowd, as she folded up over Nessa's knee. Hudgens dropped to one knee, leaving Michelle draped over the raised one. The crowd watched as Nessa beamed, seeing Mishy's legs kick up into the air and she tried to rock her way off Nessa's knee, but Hudgens pressed one forearm into the small of her opponent's back to keep her in place. Michelle's posterior was upturned and it presented too perfect a target for Nessa to ignore as she brought her other palm down to crash across Williams' posterior.

Mishy's eyes flew open in shock and fury, not able to accept that she was getting spanked in the center of the ring – which was an indignity too far. Haltingly, in between swats to her posterior, she angrily demanded/sobbed for Nessa to cease!

“Stop right now, Vanessa! You can't do this to me! You can't do this to me, understand? STOP RIGHT NOW!!” Michelle mewled, in increasingly pained and frantic tones. "PLEASE!"

Vanessa just shook her head, grinning, “No, Mishy! To the winner goes the spoils and guess what? I'm the winner! You're the loser and I can do anything I want to! Right now, you're not an A-Lister, you're not an Oscar-winner, you're not an award-winner, you're not a champion, you're not a Hall-of-Famer – you're just a little girl getting spanked in the ring by your freaking superior! That's me!”

Mishy shook her head in protest, “It's not true, Nessa – SHUT UP!”

“You don't get to give orders here anymore, Mishy – not anymore! I won't shut up because this is MY ring and I'm the champ around here, not you!” Vanessa shot back, snapping her fingers as she signaled for the championship belt to be slid into the ring. Immediately, it was sent in her direction as she placed it face down in front of Mishy as the blonde remained draped over her outstretched knee. Nessa resumed spanking Mishy's rapidly reddening rear. "And as I recall, you don't even work here anymore. You're retired. For good. And I ended your ass just as sure as I'm spanking it."

Vanessa kept smacking her rival's butt, alternating cheeks as she kept spanking over and over. Nessa tugged Mishy's face down to look at the championship belt. “I told you, Mishy, you're only getting as close to the championship belt as I allow. Take a good, long, LAST look at it because it's all mine – you will never get this close to it again! Ever. Hell, you'll have to buy a ticket to watch me with it you has-been.”
Williams' yelps and plaintive squeals echo through the ring, even as hot tears dripped from Michelle's cheeks onto the golden belt. Vanessa shook her head and taunted her foe “Awww – is the little has-been Hall-of-Famer crying? Is she crying? Not on my belt she's not!” Vanessa didn't slow down on the strikes to Mish's derriere for a moment. She shoved Mishy's face into the belt, rubbing the blonde's nose and the rest of her tear-streaked face against it before shoving her away contemptuously, Mish ending on her back. Mishy arched her spine, trying to raise her rump away from contact with the canvas as she kicked her feet and groaned in obvious agony.

Vanessa rose to her feet, standing up for a moment as she glared down at Mishy and then suddenly leapt up into the air, aiming to deliver a devastating tummy SPLASH across Mishy's famous midriff! Mishy's whole body jack-knifed upwards as she spasmed in response to Nessa's abs crashing across hers. Crying out in shock, she just clutched her abs, hugging her tummy in response but Nessa just shoved her protective forearms to the side and repeated the maneuver, splashing back down across her foe's tummy TWO more times, Mishy wailing each time, clutching her abs tighter as she tried to curl up on her side.

Vanessa knelt by Mishy, reaching down to rub her rival's sore belly with one hand as she beamed out into the crowd, “I owned these – my abs are SO much better than hers. Wouldn't you agree, Mishy?” as she patted her own abs, licking her lips as Mishy groaned in response, just struggling to draw in air.

“It's okay. Mishy doesn't have a whole lot to say right now. At her age, she's probably tired and ready for a nap!” Nessa said as she swung her right thigh over and slammed her butt down into Mishy's sore tummy, causing the blonde to jerk painfully. Vanessa reached down for Mishy's hair and shoulders. Williams squirmed and kicked, planting her feet against the mat as she tried to roll Vanessa off to the side. Even in her weakened condition, she almost succeeded for a brief second before Vanessa reached down to press her forearm across Mishy's upper chest and guide her to her back again. Vanessa thumped the forearm across her chest and Mishy shouted in shock, sprawling to her back on the canvas as Vanessa gripped her hair, glaring down at her rival as she lowered her cleavage into Mishy's face for a jug-smother!

Vanessa wrapped her arms firmly around Mishy's protesting features, locking in her forearms around Mishy's head to secure her rival's head tightly to her chest. Mishy kicked and squirmed, trying desperately to turn her head as Vanessa leaned down, cooing into her ear as she just let her jugs go to work, “When you're sitting in your rocking chair, I don't want you to forget this, Mishy – that MY jugs are the ones who put you out for good. Not somebody like Simpson, Lohan, Chabert, or even dumb little Lowndes. MINE! My jugs are putting you and your career OUT!”

Mishy squirmed and kicked, trying to escape but Vanessa just rolled her shoulders back and forth, slapping her chest over and over into Mishy's face. Hudgens occasionally lifted up, but only to readjust and lower herself to create a tighter, slick seal with her jugs against Mishy's face. Williams' wails and squeals were panicky and muffled, and slowly start to fade as her hazel eyes flutter and her movements slow. Hudgens kept sliding her chest back and forth, occasionally lifting them up to drop her jugs back down, urging Williams awake with a lick of her lips, “Ooops – can't have you going out yet – can we, Mishy? We've got one last thing to do before you're finished, loser.”

Mishy could only pant in response, gulping in air as Vanessa leaned down, grinning, “Now, I want you to admit, just between you and me, not even for the crowd – who is better? One time, I want you to admit I'm better. I'm the freaking best, Mishy and you know you NEED to admit it!! Say it nice and loud for me so we can both know that!” Vanessa leaned in close, guiding Mishy's lips to her ear as Mishy whispered something inaudible, though it clearly pleased Hudgens as she laughed, “Oh – who am I kidding? The crowd will need to hear it too – the people deserve to know who is the best around and they need to hear YOU acknowledge it!!”

Mishy's eyes widened as Vanessa shoved her head back into the canvas. Pushing herself upwards, Nessa swung around and twisted her body so that she was facing down Mishy's body, her posterior positioned above Mishy's face. Mishy shook her head back and forth, kicking her feet wildly and trying to reach up to shove at Nessa's buns. At this stage, however, Vanessa was able to pull Williams' face upright and slap her hands away, grinning, “Time for me to take a seat at the top, Mishy – right where I belong!!” and she deposited her derriere atop Mishy's face.

The roar of the crowd and, of course, Vanessa's own posterior obscured any sounds from Michelle. Vanessa just scrubbed her butt back and forth, making sure to coat each and every inch of Mishy's face with her posterior as she just tugged up on her hair to make sure Mishy's nose disappeared between her cheeks. Bouncing her butt up and down to work Williams' face deeper into her derriere. Working her rival's nose in between her butt cheeks as Vanessa squeezed them together, drawing a pained cry from Mishy before Nessa settles and remains sitting firmly on her foe's face.

Vanessa smirked, clenching her butt cheeks together to pinch Mishy's nose cruelly and laughed, “This is definitely a throne fit for a queen...” as she snapped her fingers, demanding a microphone which was tossed into the ring. Hudgens caught it with one hand. Vanessa pulled the microphone up to her lips as she just bounced a few times on Mishy's face, saying loudly, “Now, it's time to get a freaking definitive answer from Mishy, don't you think?” She held the microphone down towards her derriere, hearing a muffled desperate moan from Mishy, still trapped underneath her tush.

“Glad you agree, Mishy...” Vanessa added as she smiled sweetly, peeling her posterior upwards. She held the microphone down towards her rival, drawing out the words in sultry fashion, “Mishy, Mishy, tell me – who is better?”

Mishy's response was swift but brief, with a furious “Fu...” Vanessa cut the word off immediately, dropping her ass back down hard across Mishy's face. She wagged her finger, “That didn't sound quite right, Mishy – you let me know when you're ready to answer properly.” Mishy kicked and twisted, especially as Vanessa reached down to squeeze her chest. Williams jerked as if the touch was electrified, spasming as Vanessa twisted at her cleavage maliciously! With Vanessa smothering her and tweaking at her jugs with wild abandon, it wasn't long before Mishy was ready to try again as Nessa held the microphone down, “So, let's try this one more time – who is better, Mishy?”

Mishy blinked, wrinkling her nose, face greasy with her sweat and Nessa's. She muttered into the microphone, “You are...”

Vanessa pumped her fist into the air triumphantly, “Let's hear that one more time, Mishy – tell me who is better – between you and me, who is the freaking best?”

“You are better....” Mishy said, fighting back tears of embarrassment as she squirmed uncomfortably, gazing up against Nessa's slick rump.

“And who is the freaking best?” Nessa demands, slapping at Mishy's sore abs. Michelle yelps, clutching her tummy.

“You are the freaking best, Nessa...” Mishy responds, disgust clear from her tone as she doesn't dare acknowledge anything different.

“And one last thing before you and your career go night-night, Mishy...” as Vanessa's lips curl up in a malicious little grin, “Who is the Conqueror of Mishy?”
“No way, you jealous little bit...” Mishy retorted furiously, before Vanessa responded by thumping her butt down into Williams' face. Mishy tried again to demonstrate her protest against this final indignity only to receive her face smushed by Vanessa's rear, groaning, having to listen to Vanessa laugh. Mishy fought back tears, trying to keep her composure as she could hear her voice crack a bit as she murmured into the microphone, “You are, Vanessa...you are...” Mish managed before breaking down into sobs.

“I hope you all heard that!” Vanessa shouted out, pulling the microphone back up as she pumped her fist into the air with excitement, “I'm the freaking best and the Conqueror of Mishy! Sweet dreams, Mishy!” as she just dropped her butt down onto Mishy's face for a final time.

Vanessa tossed the microphone to the canvas, it bouncing once and ending beside them. Then, Nessa lifted her hands into the air and bellowed into the crowd with pure exultation, took a moment to flex her muscles in a double bicep pose as she sat across Mishy in a tight reverse facesit to finish off her foe in decisive and final fashion. Vanessa settled, her posterior creating a tight seal, cutting off Michelle's air, Mishy’s face full of her butt. Williams thrashed, rocked back and forth, twisted and squirmed, desperately trying to free herself but it was not to be as the once proud found herself and her career put to sleep underneath Vanessa's firm posterior. Nessa bounced a few more times, but drew no further resistance from Mishy as the blonde was out cold. Vanessa sat there for another minute, reveling in the moment and drinking in the cheers from the crowd as she became aware they were chanting her name.

Vanessa pushed to her feet, leaving a splayed starfished Mish in her championship wake. She picked the microphone up, drew it to her lips and shouted, “AND – THAT – IS – DAMN – WELL – THAT!”

She stood over the demolished Mishy and tossed the microphone into the crowd with unrestrained glee and excitement. Placing her foot up against Mishy's ribs, she nudged her over face first to the canvas and reached down to remove Mishy's top, yanking it free as a final trophy to remember the pitiful blonde by. After all this would be the final conquest.

Motioning for the title belt with one hand, it was placed in her hand at once as the referee came over to raise her hand. Vanessa stands there holding the Flyweight Championship with one hand and holding up Mishy's top with the other. Vanessa beamed gloriously and balloons and confetti start to rain down from the ceiling, courtesy of Paris Hilton on her and Mishy’s motionless form. Journey's classic hit “Don't Stop Believing” started blaring from the loudspeakers. The mood was infectious as Vanessa planted her foot across Mishy's posterior, flexing her muscles and smiling with excitement.

The music played loudly in the background, a perfect soundtrack to encapsulate the moment as Vanessa bounded away from the referee to head over to the corner and leap up to the top. Raising both hands in that double bicep flex, showing off the belt, Mishy's top and her tummy on the turnbuckle, posing with both hands raised upwards into the air, Vanessa couldn't restrain her own tears of happiness. The crowd gave Vanessa a standing ovation as she repeated the pose in each of the four turnbuckles, though the standing ovation might have also doubled as one for Mishy to honor her storied and special career, snuffed out by her biggest rival. Michelle is brought to in the background of the celebration, the blonde sobbing as she’s helped out of the ring with a replacement top in place led from the ring by the only stablemate that remained, Claire Danes.

Vanessa finally hopped off of the last turnbuckle and was swarmed by her own stablemates. Simpson, Dobrev, Tisdale, Lotz, VanCamp, Cuthbert, Kelly, Strahovski, Peregrym. All were laughing, hugging, cheering and high-fiving to celebrate a big moment not only for Vanessa, but for their stable and arguably the league as well as they drank in the moment. It couldn't and wouldn't last forever, but that wouldn't stop them from celebrating it for a second!

Of course, they were able to halt their celebration if not their enthusiasm as Vanessa managed to take a moment to speak to the press. Although she could barely speak as she was tossed a ‘Conqueror of Mishy’ tanktop and her Disney necklace, putting both on before she beamed, addressing the assembled press corps in breathless tones “I told you! I freaking told you I could do it – biggest freaking star in the world and I took her down!” Vanessa pounded her chest in excitement, “I'm the best – the biggest Disney star, the fittest flyweight and the most awesome fighter to ever freaking hit the ring! I'm Vanessa freaking Hudgens, the one and ONLY Conqueror of Mishy and trust me...” as Vanessa stomped down on a balloon, which burst with an audible pop as a visual aid, “I'm going to be bursting a lot more bubbles out there! Michelle may be the biggest and the first, but trust me, she won't be the last. Not by a long shot, because...” as Vanessa took in a deep breathe, then bellowed - “I'M THE BEST, B*TCHES!!!” as she popped another double bicep pose and then charged off to celebrate with her stablemates as one of them popped open a bottle of champagne, which started to spray around the ring. Cameras flashed to capture it all with confetti raining down from the ceiling, champagne flying, balloons bouncing along the arena, music playing, the crowd cheering and Vanessa Hudgens soaking it all in, it was an undeniable wild start to the year and the perfect end, in many ways, to the first PPV of 2015!!!