Here it is - the latest (and greatest?) installment of the ongoing rivalry between Vanessa Hudgens and Michelle Williams. You can read about their heated history here:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,55228.0.html and then read on for the most recent confrontation between the two. Judging by this one, we have a feeling it won't be the last between them either, but you can judge for yourself. It's part of yet another great SSB PPV, part of the February "No Love Lost!" PPV, which you can read about here
http://members5.boardhost.com/SSB2/msg/1456502418.html, as there are plenty of other amazing matches besides this one. But, this one is amazing and we want to give credit to the writers. Although Front Street did the fight itself, another manager contributed for the post-fight and we were just lucky to be part of one of the best rivalries in the league. Hopefully you enjoy and for your consideration:
Vanessa Hudgens versus Michelle Williams
(Words: Front Street / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE:
There are simply zero words for the absolute hate involved here. There's no level of mutual respect that might leaven some of that. There's no small amount of "well, she's a rival and she makes me better" in this mix. This is pure, unadulterated loathing between two fighters who could not be more opposite, and, as such, have an absolute aching NEED to prove to be the better of the two. And, to this point, by the slimmest of margins, one has. And that "one" is Vanessa Anne Hudgens.
"It's simply unbelievable," says Vanessa, eyes beaming with detestation, "That Michelle found it necessary to get involved in my business yet again. AGAIN! How many times do I have to prove that I'm BETTER than her? How many times do I have to destroy her in the ring? How many times to I have to leave her sucking canvas? How many times do I have to retire her? Well. This is the LAST time. Because, tonight, I'm not just going to BEAT Michelle Williams. I'm not just going to DESTROY Michelle Williams. I am going to RUIN Michelle Williams for good and all. After I'm finished with her tonight, she will be nothing but an empty SHELL. Everything she has left, I'm going to TAKE. I'm going to take it ALL and leave her with NOTHING. Tonight. Finally. I will be RID of Michelle Williams. Permanently and completely and irrevocably. Rid. Of. Michelle. Williams!"
"You know," says Michelle with a trace of a smile. "It's not quite as empty inside your head as I thought it would be, 'Nessa. And, I should know. Because I've been living there for the past month. See you in the ring, my pretty. See you in the ring."
ROUND ONE:
Oh, Michelle is living there. She's not renting space, either. She's buying up property on the cheap, amassing huge tracts of land, building mansions. And the proof of same comes instantly, as Hudgens charges out of her corner and goes straight at the blonde. Michelle barely able to suppress the smirk, holds ground and goes to work. Fighters flat-footed in the middle of the ring, bumping and grinding. Hudgens holding her own on these terms, but this is Michelle's game, and the brunette is playing it. Because, it's not about winning. It's about RUINING. And, ruining doesn't involve the stick and move. It doesn't involve the jab and circle. It doesn't involve using the legs and the speed, all things Hudgens can take advantage of against Mishy. Should she wish to do so. But. She does not. Instead, it's toe-to-toe stuff, banging body, elbowing. Shoving, shouldering, hooks and uppies to the head. Both girls get work done. But, Mishy does more. And grabs the 10-9 lead in narrow fashion.
ROUND TWO:
Right back in tight in the second, both fighters determined to back the other up, back her down. As silly as that sounds. In their eight fight. When neither was able to do so in any of the first seven. But, the determination remains. It ain't pretty. But, it's not about pretty. It's about imposition of will, something that, again, neither fighter has been able to accomplish against the other through seven bouts. But, again, the determination to do so remains. So, ribs are hooked. Tummies are tenderized. Shoulders are used to open up bodies for punishing leather. All with expressions of loathing on the respective faces of both blonde and brunette. Again, it's a closely-run thing, with both fighters scoring well and both getting work done, 'Nessa again demonstrating that she can play this game by Mishy's rules. And, in fact, for these three minutes, anyway, she demonstrates she can play it slightly better than the blonde. At the bell, it's a nip-and-tuck victory for the brunette. And we're even at 19.
ROUND THREE:
'Nessa ups the aggression, which, frankly, didn't seem possible. She starts the round all-in, firing everything in the magazines at Mishy. A surprised Williams begins giving ground. 'Nessa into the breech, looking to make the big breakthrough and send the blonde to rout. Spider. Fly. BOOM! Hudgens walked into a vicious right hand that sends her staggering backward. She's reeling as Williams pours forward wobbling her again and again with solid, clean right hands. Quickly, she's trapped against the ropes and taking in a high guard. The referee's looking closely. And then Michelle changes the attack from upstairs to down. She's not trying to finish Vanessa now. She's simply trying to HURT her as much as possible. She's digging leather into 'Nessa's midsection, thumping her ribs, hooking wide enough to get a little kidney. Hudgens screaming and moaning into her gloves, but keeping the guard high, hanging on, willing to trade the punishment for time. Time. Michelle uses every single second to pour the hurt on the brunette. And, at the bell, she digs one final shot into Vanessa's belly button, then spins on heel and stomps away, leaving Hudgens to wobble back to her corner. The round is Michelle's wide, and Williams now leads 29-28.
ROUND FOUR:
Williams looking to consolidate. She's forward immediately, but she's met by determined resistance from the brunette. 'Nessa's legs may not be all the way back, but, she has enough in them to stand flat-footed and bang with Michelle. And, that's exactly what she does. Williams, meanwhile, becoming a bit more cerebral this round. She's feinting more, moving the head and feet more, changing levels, coming in low and hooking to body and head. She's dipping and slipping, parrying more of Vanessa's blows, all without a loss of offensive effectiveness. Hudgens meanwhile, still plenty effective on Mishy's terms, even with diminished legs. She's not able to match Williams in this stanza, but she's in the round from beginning to end, and she's able to get plenty of investment made in the chassis, investment she's hoping will pay off in the later rounds. But, in this round, it's Michelle close. And Williams now leads 39-37.
ROUND FIVE:
Mishy getting in rhythm now. She's got the slick slip and dip working. Using all her boxing skill to work the angles on the inside. She's fouling Vanessa's aim, causing misses or glancing hits that create openings, openings Michelle fills with leather. Then, when she's got Vanessa on the defensive, she drops to the body and goes to work piling up the punishment. Williams slowly taking control despite a determined effort from the brunette. Hudgens now fighting a losing battle on Michelle's terms. And then, she isn't. Because, with about 45 seconds to go, 'Nessa lands a perfect short left hook that freezes the blonde. A blizzard of punches follow from a snarling brunette, and DOWN GOES MISHY! Michelle crumples to her back as Vanessa thrusts her arms above her head in triumph. The referee begins his count as Michelle stares up at him, glassy-eyed. Williams unmoving to five. To six. To seven. And, just went it appears to be over, she rolls to her hands and knees and gets to her feet. Vanessa turns and PUNCHES the turnbuckle in frustration, then turns back and charges Michelle as soon as she's waived forward. Williams battered back to the ropes where she takes a beating for the final 30 seconds, but she's still standing at the bell. And, while it's cold comfort to a vexed Vanessa, the fight is now even at 47.
ROUND SIX:
Now 'Nessa wants to use the legs. Now she wants to stick and move. But. It isn't about points. It isn't about winning. It's STILL about ruining. Because, now, with Mishy heavy-legged and hurt, the brunette wants to DANCE. She wants to bounce on her toes, snap jabs in the blonde's face, do quick little reverses, toss in an Ali shuffle, and, then, just for kicks, stick the chin out like Sugar Ray before pulling it back and whacking Michelle with the off hand. It's all about humiliating, making Mishy miss while powdering her face with leather, giving a little shimmy that dares Michelle to try a right hand, then slipping it and snapping her head back with a sharp counter. It's like that. For three solid minutes, it's like that. Williams getting touched up, starting to bust up, all as 'Nessa hams it up having a great time and piling up points to grab the round wide and take a 57-56 lead.
ROUND SEVEN:
Hudgens makes with the legs again early, but, now Michelle is moving better. The blonde able to pursue, angle, cut the ring, force the close-in battle that we'd been seeing up until the last round. And, Vanessa, again, uninterested in renegotiating terms. She'll stand and bang with Michelle, work body with her, fight toe-to-toe. Because she can. And, because she wants to. Beating the blonde at her own game. That's how you ruin her. THAT'S how you make her comeback look like a mistake. THAT'S how you make her look old, and past it, and yesterday's news. That's how you do it. But. It's quite the trick. Because, again, Mishy's good at this, good at the angles, good at the interior boxing, good at slipping and wrong footing and all the other small but crucial things that go into this kind of fighting. Very good. And, in this round, just a bit TOO good for Vanessa. Oh, it's close, as so many of the rounds between these two have been. But, Michelle gets the points and evens us again at 66.
ROUND EIGHT:
Mishy getting into that rhythm again. The early moments of this one looking just like the early moments of the fifth. Williams has everything working and she's beginning to take the fight to Vanessa, who stubbornly stands in front of her determined to out-work the blonde in close, even as the exact opposite begins to happen. And, this time, there's no big left hook that turns the tide. Only a sharp uppercut out of a crouch that snaps back Vanessa's head, sends her stumbling, makes her easy prey for a quick flurry from the blonde. CHAMPION DOWN! Vanessa dropped to her back and now it's Michelle who makes the mistake. The blonde stands staring down at the brunette, delaying the count, forcing the referee to physically turn her around to get her heading for a neutral corner. And Hudgens needs every second plus every second of the count. She barely makes it up at nine and the referee nearly waives it off. But. He doesn't. And. On. Comes. Mishy. Michelle all in in every way you can be all in. She has her hated rival near defeat, near destruction, and she's bound and determined to finish her. Williams lets 'Nessa have everything she has in the larder including the shelves. She lets the hands go and keeps the leather going, brutalizing Hudgens along the ropes for a full minute and a half. Somehow, though, Vanessa hangs on and is still on her feet at the bell. But, with just two rounds to go, she now trails 76-74.
ROUND NINE:
Mishy looking to finish now, but it quickly becomes clear she's just about punched out after that last round. Williams arm weary and slow. Hudgens immediately senses this and begins beating the blonde to punches. And, that quickly, the momentum of the fight turns. Hudgens, emboldened, begins to up her work rate and throws Williams to the defensive, even beginning to back her up by the mid point of the round. Michelle working the counter a bit, but she's mostly being suppressed by a rejuvenated Vanessa, who's suddenly having things all her way. Hudgens slowly working Williams back to the ropes, then shelling her. Michelle landing a dangerous counter here and there, so the brunette lifts the siege, gets the feet moving, begins dancing, waiving Michelle forward. Williams coming forward, but getting shelled again in the attempt. Final seconds sees a brutal five-punch combination that shakes Mishy, capping off a round that goes to Vanessa wide. 85-84 with one left.
ROUND TEN:
Not again. This can't possibly happen AGAIN, can it? Not if Mishy can help it. She's out after Vanessa immediately and seems to have recovered somewhat from the arm-weariness of the last round. 'Nessa, though, wants to move now. She's been told by the corner that she has to have this one, and she's going to rely on her legs to get it. It's cat and mouse nip and tuck for three straight minutes. 'Nessa in charge in open waters, popping jabs, making Michelle take to cut and close. But, when the blonde cuts the ring, it's Williams who has the better of things, working to head and body, scoring in bunches. But, only briefly, before Vanessa's in the open again. Both fighters working hard. Both dripping sweat and nearing the ends of their respective reserves by the time the final bell sounds. And, it's close. But. Yes. Again. It's happened AGAIN. Hudgens has claimed the round. And the cards read 94-94 after ten. And, there's no question about where we're headed now. Overtime.
ROUND ELEVEN:
'Nessa's GOT Mishy here, and now she's determined to finish the job of ruining her. Hudgens FLIES out of the corner and is all over the surprised blonde from the outset. Michelle's thrown to the defensive immediately, backed up repeatedly, reduced to the counter. Williams is able to score some hard shots that way, but she's being out-hit in every sense of that term by the younger brunette. 'Nessa's more aggressive, more effective, and, frankly, seems to have more left. It appears that she's taken Michelle into water that's too deep for a fighter returning after a layoff of an entire year. Williams is game. She works hard. She takes every opportunity to smite the hated brunette. Both those opportunities are too few, and too far between. Michelle keeps on ticking, but, make no mistake, she takes a licking, and, by the time the round ends, there's no question what the scorecards are going to say. It's Hudgens wide, and 'Nessa is now up 104-103, needing only a win in the 12th to secure the victory.
ROUND TWELVE:
'Nessa right back after Michelle, again throwing the blonde onto the defensive almost immediately. Williams fighting back bitterly, but, again, being forced back under a blizzard of shell. For the second straight round, Michelle's reduced to the counter, and, while she again finds some success, it's not enough. Hudgens is taking control of this fight in overtime, and there's nothing Mishy can do about it. BOOM! Boom? BOOM! It's a keyhole right hand, an absolutely perfectly-placed punch, a masterful counter that detonates on the brunette's chin. Hudgens is frozen. Williams steps forward and rips a brutal combination into the younger woman's now unprotected rack, and then swivels her head with a vicious right hook that sends Hudgens ragdolling to her back. Again, Williams stares down at her rival, again wasting the seconds it takes the referee to turn her around and force her to a neutral corner. Only. This time, it doesn't matter. Hudgens is down. And Hudgens is OUT. There's not a trace of movement as the referee counts, and the champion remains senseless on the mat long after he reaches the magic number of ten. The time is 1:01 of the 12th round, and your winner by KO12 is Michelle Williams!
AFTER:
The ringing of the bell seems to knock the wind out of the winner, Michelle dropping to her knees at the sound of victory ringing in her ears. Her face drops into cupped hands, tears of joy and likely relief lost in the beads of perspiration coursing over her elfin features. Settling to her haunches, she offers her hands to a helpful second who removes the gloves in short order. Freed, Mishy swipes her golden locks back with both hands, raising her head, emotions bottled for the last year boiling over.
Williams raises her hands high and wide then looks to the nearest lens, pointing at the unconscious Hudgens.
“Does that look like a conqueror to you?” she asks, wiping away tears, the burst of raw emotion channeling into delight as her fellow Consortium members head for the ring to celebrate. Michelle waves them in, the D-Train leading the way toward her long ago bitter foe but now close confidant.
But as Nessa starts to stir, making to an unsteady seat on the canvas, Mishy decides celebrating with her crew will have to wait. Pushing aside the official after eschewing his attempt to raise her hand as the victor, Mish sinks her claws into the raven locks of Hudgens, ripping up the tawny-skinned beauty with a two-handed tug. Vanessa yelps back to life as she’s lifted to rubbery legs.
Converting her grip of the still flyweight champion to a shoulder and the scruff of her rival’s neck, Williams bum-rushes her former tormentor to the nearest corner and stuffs her in chest first, Nessa grunting as she slams into the close quarters. Behind her, Mishy mounts the bottom ropes, one boot on either side of the corner, pressing the unsteady Nessa in tight, confining the weakly objecting Hudgens.
Mishy, with her handful of ebony locks, violently twists the head of her most bitter adversary, rattling the returning senses until Vanessa is left glassy-eyed; mouth agape.
“Do you apologize for claiming to be my conqueror? For making other ridiculous assertions that have no basis in fact?” Williams shouts.
Mishy nods Nessa’s head for her, the blonde’s fingers entwined in Hudgens’ dark tousled mop.
“And do you apologize for thinking you were going to run me out of boxing?”
“I did ruhhhhn….”
Mishy lands a couple pounding right hands into Vanessa’s temple to convince her to stop.
“No, no, no,” the blonde barks. “Now is not the time to disagree.”
Leaning back slightly to give herself some space to spin the slackjawed Nessa, Michelle turns the bronzed beauty to face her, or more precisely to face her gleaming ivory midsection.
Mishy stuffs her flat, flawless tummy into Nessa’s face with orgasmic glee, swabbing the nose and lips of Hudgens until the press of flesh forces Hudgens’ face to the side and the midriff coats Nessa’s left cheek and temple with a slick sheen of ‘I’m back, bytch’.
Behind her, Claire, Natalie and Mila are stationed as sentries to keep the Lookout! ladies at bay, Priyanka protecting outside the corner post and Kristin keeping a general watchful eye. It’s her voice that sounds the alarm as Nina Dobrev, Jenna Coleman and Emily VanCamp lead the charge from the opposite corner, making their way through the crowded ring until FCBA flunkies combine with Mishy’s Consortium counterparts to stem the tide.
Protected, the prodigal daughter continues to enjoy taking twelve months of banishment out on the overwhelmed Hudgens. Mishy tugs on Nessa’s locks to force the beaten blowhard to look up at Williams’ face.
“You didn’t know what you created, Nessa. A year ago…when you…you humiliated me…not only after the match, but at the press conference,” Michelle stammers. “That you let me back in the ring with you proves that. You’ve given me the chance for the perfect final act and it starts with me grinding you into putty, mixing in a healthy dose of sweat and tears and watching you swirl down the toilet of your demolished career.”
When it appears Nessa might have something contradictory to say, Mishy forces Vanessa’s face tight to her abdomen and tummies up with glee, her lids shutting, the blonde in her own world as Hudgens gurgles muffled protests into her navel.
When Nessa’s legs turning from rubber to jelly, Mishy hops down from her perch, shoves her left arm under the brat’s chin to curl back the loser’s spine and starts pancaking Hudgens’ jugs with balled, bare fists. The mugging brings pained, pitiful bleats from Vanessa and more strident efforts to save her from her Lookout! tribemates.
Pushing past the FCBA stooges, Nina barrels into Pax Portmanica, while EVC renews acquaintances with Claire and Lil’ Jenna finds a playmate in the form of Mila Kunis. The six-way free-for-all bounces around the crowded ring, but, to the credit of the Consortium, none of the battles interrupt Mishy’s continued mauling.
With Nessa’s gurls battered and bruised, a nip slipping for good measure, a sweat-soaked Mishy relents, but only to let a wincing, wasted Nessa fall into her arms. Accepting the pathetic brat, Williams gives her rival a warm, welcoming, breathtaking embrace. With Nessa’s nose and lips nuzzling into the blonde’s cleavage, the prodigal daughter of celebrity boxing wraps her arms around the back of Nessa’s noggin and nestles her tight.
“Drink’em in, bytch,” Mishy exclaims. You’ve knocked ’em free enough. Now they’ll knock you out. Only fair.”
The weakened Hudgens falls into a fit of spasms trying to break free but wholly unable. Her movements become slower and more spastic until she falls still and Mishy lets her slide slowly down her body to pool at her feet. Williams plucks the title belt from a nearby official and turns to the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she shouts. “Your flyweight champion.”
Mish drops the gold and leather atop the jumble that is Vanessa, a line of spittle starting to dribble from the corner of Hudgens’ mouth, a final mortifying touch to encapsulate Michelle’s triumphant homecoming and Vanessa’s now besmirched reign.
With her point gloriously made, Mishy slides through the ropes, Priyanka and Kristin covering her flanks while the continued, ad hoc, three-on-three wrestle-off continues unabated, the crowd responding with the requisite chants of “THIS…IS…AWESOME!” while a dozen officials try to bring to a temporary end the start of what seems another inevitable Consortium-Lookout! conflagration.
