Michelle Williams versus Vanessa Hudgens (JMD)
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BEFORE: As if these two need any introduction, as from humble (not a word typically applied to either one of them) beginnings between the two proud flyweights has become one of the most vicious, wide-ranging and historic rivalries in the FCBA. Both Vanessa and Michelle tend to attract challengers and rivals, but regardless, they keep coming back to one another in frequent bids to prove who is superior between them. Nothing seems to stop these two, not even a brief and forced retirement for Michelle Williams, as the two of them are back at it again - this time in a Jugs of Mass Destruction (JMD) bout.

Michelle, while not being the biggest, is a verifiable legend in the field of JMD, having conquered many of the best and held the title on more than one occasion. Nessa has not made the same strides into the world of JMD and in fact, has not been nearly as succesful. However, a recent altercation between the two at the Academy Awards which resulted in another smothering from those hated jugs has spurred Vanessa to make another attempt, which for Nessa’s sake, she hopes will be more successful than the last JMD bout between them.

The FCBA, in their wisdom, decides to abandon the traditional press conference between them prior to their bout, as the last few have resulted in hazard pay for security and referees alike. Both girls making their intentions known, however, as both Nessa and Mishy state their intentions to smother the other out to friends, stable members, social media, the press and honestly anybody who will listen. However, given their history, there are literally no pundits who would predict anything else and the fans, of course, would expect nothing less.

Night of the fight, of course, there is extra security on hand - just in case. Mishy arrives in a leopard print push up bra and matching shorts - white gloves and hair in a fighting ponytail. Vanessa comes in wearing a tiger print push up bra and matching shorts - black gloves and hair in a fighting ponytail as well. The ref brings both girls to the center of the ring for much-needed warnings and the traditional glove touch, but the two of them start trading shots to jugs almost immediately and the ref doesn’t even bother trying to separate them. The ref rings the bell and it’s on between the two in a big Jugs of Mass Destruction (JMD) bout...

During R1: Williams scuttling forward, left extended, looking to jam her way into Vanessa’s jugs in hectic early rushes, Hudgens legging it back from it, mat adoring Michelle into the ropes, turning her and end of the first minute - brunette stops, drives in with a counter right as Williams storms forward - Michelle GOES DOWN! Vanessa reads the jug mug like a book, sets up a lightning bolt and Williams’s wobbly butt for 8, Vanessa tentative on follow up, dark eyes layering as she prowls forward, jabbing at Michelle’s belly, seeking hard overhand rights, but stepping back out rather than pressing, Williams hurt, bending and defending at the ropes, but alert - she’s content to stand and block, get her wits back. Hudgens pesters her but doesn’t press - choosing in the last moments to chop lefts and rights down into Michelle’s breasts to send a coldhearted message at the bell. Girls pass close - Vanessa facing up like she’s sniffing at Michelle’s hurt – jumping back towards her on reflex as ref steps in between them.


R2: Williams recovering well, leading with straight rights, tapping hooks as she bounces forward - Hudgens awkward as she backpedals to the ropes, Williams bending at the knee while alligator-arming her left jab, just decoying high and shoving the right into belly, pulling it back and DRIVING RIGHTY TO NESSA'S CHIN! Hudgens sinking sideways into the ropes - unorthodox delivery catching her clean and Michelle GOES JUG! Williams glorying in the romp - standing up in her stirrups, chugging short from the shoulder, taking all she wants of Vanessa’s buxom goodness. Hudgens bending forward, finally able to reach around Williams’s waist to stop the plunder, but Williams’s still working! Big bully’s grin Williams as she steps back in Vanessa’s grasp, pounding the heels of her gloves up into Vanessa’s extended body, pounding flat down into her kidney - Hudgens open-mouthed in shock as she drives Williams into the ropes and finally pins her down. Ref prying ‘em apart - Williams pressing forward, gambling with lead rights and banging Vanessa’s face back as brunette tries to get distance. Hudgens gets the stick out late and it’s a beaut - stiff an extended, halting Williams and forcing her back outside - Vanessa raising welts on Michelle’s upper chest with brick-like lefts off the front foot.


R3: Hudgens on her toes, pretty to her left, back foot coming off the canvas as she swivels and pops out the jab. Williams really taking the shock of these punches - hard spanks off her surprised face, meaty stamps to her chest and shoulders - Vanessa mixing up the rhythm, singles and doubles, stepping and feinting, minute of spicy stick has Williams at range - Vanessa able to step in a straight right to the mouth - put the hook on top - Williams’s head on a swivel as she staggers back. Hudgens puts her wobbly butt, but once again doesn’t press - brunette cute to her right, hands palm-put at her shoulders, pouting as she circles, looking things over, Williams recovering as the round goes on, hands at chest height, dipping her torso side to side to put short power punches to work out of the weave.


R4: Williams bending at the waist, hopping forward then backing out, leading with rights and doubling them up, jabbing high and stabbing a straight right to the body then jumping in a clanging hook to chin - she’s got conventional Vanessa second guessing herself. Hudgens’s best moments come off the jab - she steps left, flinching her shoulders, then bringing it, punishing the eyebrows of her beautiful blonde foe with patient cruelty. Williams’s making the fight, not always getting her distance, not always getting her way, but it’s her round.


R5: Similar round - Williams mixing up combinations in weird patterns, doubling up either hand, weaving Vanessa’s jab well and countering short to the chin while dipping left or right. Hudgens able to get distance on occasion and bang away jabs, but she’s leggy for leggy sake, using the ring but not much else. Williams able to take the round on the strength of a few strong rushes, panicking Hudgens to the ropes and raking her torso with brisk lefts and rights. Williams smiling, brushing her face close enough to nip at Nessa as they pass.


R6: Williams grinning, stomping to make Vanessa flinch, then leaping in a hook to get Vanessa swaying back, then chopping a hard right hand to drive Hudgens ropeside. Williams bulling in and palming up on Hudgens’s biceps - blonde’s getting brawny to the body with a sudden cluster of lefts and rights, Hudgens forward with a groan - Williams tarting up those jugs with cuffing swats, just swishing her shoulders back and forth - Hudgens clinching as tears well up in dark eyes. Michelle’s not having it - she writhes and bucks, gets her hands free, goes back to the belly and shunts Vanessa’s hips back with the force, then curls the punches back up to chest and chin as brunette form degrades entirely. Hudgens giving in to the pressure late, standing and slugging on the inside, mindlessly taking Michelle’s quick biting hook on her chin in order to dig at blind ribcage, Furious two-way trade has the crowd on it’s feet as the ref rushes in at the bell. Williams loves it and so does Nessa – neither of them backing in as the ref orders them apart.


R7: Vanessa sparking her jab off Williams’s face, steering this thing to midring - brunette’s turn to dictate terms for a while. Williams weaving, trying to get that sneaky right over Hudgens’s jab, but Vanessa’s timing is sharper, stick is harder and she’s following up with a rigid, extended right to chest and face that’s backing Williams up. Hudgens coming forward over the latter half, jabbing Michelle between the eyes, then drifting right hands straight down into jug - Michelle folding up slightly: Vanessa’s disappointing her in the body.


R8: Michelle with the stomp-feint, throwing her arms out to either side then leaping in rthe hook - somehow she’s position to follow up with sturdy rights as Hudgens leans back - brunette chopped to the ropes and bewildered by the attack. Williams jabbing to chest while stepping right, then hacking a series of overhand rights against Vanessa’s raised left, beating the brunette into the corner - Hudgens wide-eyed under the intense, effective wildness of the blonde. Michelle wants in - reaching under Vanessa’s arms and chesting her into the ropes, then stepping out to hook the liver, hook the chin, turning her shoulders to the right as she pulls ‘em in. Hudgens sliding to the right, getting around Michelle with a pretty swim move, but catches a hook on the chin take takes her legs away, sends her skittering along the ropes in a wild careen. Williams hopping after, loving the chaos, BUT SHE RUNS INTO THE RIGHT HAND! Williams bouncing off Vanessa’s chopping right on the chin, dropping to her buttocks, head back all dazed as she comes to a halt. Tears welling up in Michelle’s eyes - fierce light in Vanessa’s - it’s a big break and both girls know it, Williams up at 8, but the legs aren’t there - she digs in, covers up as Vanessa squares away, Heartless brunette beat down - Vanessa’s lips tight as she leans in on her front foot, pushing her right hand into Mishy’s shoulder to anchor reefing hooks against Michelle’s golden brown flank, then shifting her weight to tunnel right hands up into the left side ribs, Williams stiff, lips quivering at the bell - Vanessa chests up all pouty, pursing her lips in mock sympathy, hands at her sides, letting Williams feel the weight at the ropes and forcing meanspirited eye contact.


R9: Michelle with a fast-twitch slip while moving forward, getting past Vanessa’s lethal jab turning on a jumping hook and sending Hudgens scattering to the ropes! Williams wide-eyed, looking to get that knockdown back - she bends in a right to the body, pulls it back, throws a hard right at the chin with her left at her side - Vanessa rolling and slipping crazily to evade, Hudgens nice off the ropes, making Michelle miss and getting around her - brunette lopes to midring, gets into her stepping rhythm and starts cranking stick. Williams kept at arm’s length, applying pressure and occasionally gambling to get Vanessa, but Hudgens’s safe outside – just jabbing to jug this round when she want to.


R10: Michelle mounting those early rushes behind stabbing lead rights and chopping little lef - -Hudgens backpedaling and trying to be the matador, leg out the pressure. Biding her time until the moment comes to strike and in the second minute, a brace of shattering jabs explodes off Williams’s chest and face – stacking her stunned rival up - Hudgens takes over, Vanessa stepping in the jab to the forehead, bending her knees to punch Michelle a hard right hand across the stomach, then jabbing her face again to get back out, in and out, real classy - Hudgens spotting hated right hands to the body and breasts of her girl, getting the extension she needs, covering her jugs and body with fierce punches as Michelle stares back in dismay. A fierce and final combination of punches to the jugs has Mishy's staggering off balance, her top threatening to give way before a hard right hand to the cheek has Mishy collapsing to the canvas with a CRASH! Nessa stands over her rival, bellowing down at her and taunting her foe until the ref bodies her back to the corner as the count starts, but Mishy doesn't stir and the count reaches 10. Vanessa wins this JMD contest via KO10!

AFTER: For those playing at home, don’t kid yourselves - that Swan Lake tape was queued up and ready to go. However, for those who had the wisdom to purchase tickets get to see it live, though as you can imagine, it’s on social media within the hour. If the fans didn’t put it out there, then you can be certain Vanessa Hudgens would as she would want the world to see her moment of vindication and triumph.

Vanessa doesn’t waste any time coming over to push past past officials and drags Michelle off of the canvas, going to just yank at her hair as she guides the dazed A-lister over to the corner, just shoving her back up against the turnbuckle with a furious flourish. Mishy is forced to wrap her arms around the cables to remain upright, which is exactly where Hudgens wants her as her lips form a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat. Nessa immediately lines up, just balling up her bared fists as she starts pounding away, battering those proud and prized jugs of Mishy’s with reckless abandon. The ref is nearby, but doesn’t dare interfere as Nessa’s eyes flash, just pounding and pancaking her chest with repeated blows to her breasts as she snarls, “Next time you ever think about putting those jugs in my face again, you’re gonna want to think twice, Mishy…”, her furious taunt rising over the loud yelping and shouts emanating from Williams.

The crowd cheering in approval, more so even as the leopard-print top threatens to break to free those puppies from their prison, but it’s Mishy’s legs which give way first as Nessa smirks, “I kind of wondered which would break first - your top or you, but now we know, don’t we?” Mishy falling forward into what could be a gentle embrace, but of course, will end up being anything but as Vanessa wraps her arms around Mishy’s hair, fingers burying into her blonde tresses as she yanks her foe’s face forward to fold her into a front sleeper. Mishy squealing in protest, but it’s soon muffled as her face disappears into Nessa’s tawny cleavage.

Vanessa creating a tight seal with her sweaty chest, just making sure that Mishy can’t hardly move, much less draw breathe, without seeing her jugs in her features. Mishy, with her pride, attempts to battle free as she shoves at Nessa’s own proud, slick abs and tugs at her forearms, which are flexing around the back of her head, but to no avail. Nessa keeps pumping her biceps to draw Williams in ever closer, just using weight, gravity and momentum in her favor as she keeps leaning forward, crushing her foe in her cleavage. Mishy’s legs start to give way as Nessa taunts her, “Breathe ‘em in, bytch. This is where you freaking belong - you consider yourself a legend, but it’s MY jugs that are putting you out. My jugs stopped your jugs, didn’t they?” as Vanessa yanks up and down on Mishy’s blonde ponytail, to make her nod in a puppeteer’s yes, answering in the affirmative.

Keeping up the smother, Vanessa asks a few other questions in a similar vein, such as: “Who is fitter?”, “Who has the better jugs?” and “Who is the best?”. On and on, in that line of questioning and though Mishy stridently and urgently protests at first, as the smother and interrogation continues, her muffled whimpers and moans can’t seem to continue the debate as Nessa keeps her rival’s head going like a bobble head, nodding in agreement as Williams starts to fade.

As Mishy slumps forward against her foe, Vanesa spins and slams her foe down into the sand with a loud thump with Hudgens landing, of course, on top! The crowd watching in pure enjoyment and the refs watching with concern as Nessa mounts her foe again, just spreading her out into a sweaty puddle on the sand. Going to lean forward, stuffing her foe again into another snug smother with her jugs, creating another tight seal as Mishy is going into jug-shock now, just frantically squirming and shoving, trying to roll her foe off of her. Mishy, to her credit, almost manages to, but Vanessa maintains her perch and guides her foe to her back once again for another smother. When Nessa lifts up this time, Mishy’s eyes are glassy and confused, but Nessa brings out some smelling salts to wake her foe up as both Mishy and the ref’s eyes widen with concern. Mishy is shaking her head back and forth as she is waking up, but Nessa just plunges her back in once more for a third time.

Then, a fourth and, a fifth. Each time, Mishy is certain it can’t and won’t happen again, but it does. Vanessa’s all conquering cleavage keeps continuing to envelop Mishy’s face as she smirks, just squealing in triumph but it’s diminishing returns for the Disney star and finally, she peels up, her tawny cleavage leaving the jug-shocked alabaster face of Michelle.
Vanessa wrinkles her nose as a line of drool, no doubt embarrassing for Mishy, stretches from her parted lips to Nessa’s cleavage. Vanessa chuckles, “I know, I know - they are definitely worth drooling over but we do need to clean that up…” as Nessa scoots forward, gliding her slick abs over her foe’s face. Remaining there for a moment as she pumps a double bicep flex, just confidently bellowing out, “And that is DAMN well that….” as she calls back to their first JMD contest.

Vanessa gets to her feet, just kicking her feet backwards to “bury” her rival as she pumps another double bicep flex, just thrusting out her triumphant jugs and pumping her fists into the air, having won one of her biggest matches of the year over her rival, in breath-taking (in more ways than one) fashion as one of the best rivalries in the FCBA sees another classic contest! Mishy remains spreadeagled on the beach as the refs do use those smelling salts now to bring her around as Vanessa goes to celebrate all night long as the crowd chants their approval and Hugens just goes to drink in the sight, sounds and the moment as she ends up victorious, having conquered Mishy once more in one of their most definitive and action-packed outings to date!