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Vanessa Hudgens versus Dove Cameron (Unified Flyweight Championship)
(Results: Lookout. Words: Wiz)
BEFORE:
Few fighters have had a rise as abrupt as Cameron, who spent the first seven years of her career fighting mostly sporadically, and, while showing potential, managing to win at a .250 clip. Enter the Cracker Consortium, which turned Dove's career completely around and has seen her win thirteen of fifteen since signing on the dotted line, and against solid competition, too. But, if there's a measuring stick in the flyweight division, well, that stick may only stand 5'2" tall, but it has over 90 wins, FIVE Unified Flyweight Championships, and bust in the Hall of Fame. We're speaking, of course, about the self-proclaimed "Fittest Flyweight", Vanessa Hudgens, who's been no less than THE girl you have to beat in the under-110 division for nearly a decade now. But, as daunting as stepping up to 'Nessa with the belts on the line can be, well. Dove is, um, UNdaunted. "Here's the thing," says the blonde beauty with a smirk. "Girls like Vanessa, they aren't smart enough to get off the stage when their time has passed. Someone always has to shove them into the orchestra pit. Well. Prepare to taste cello, 'Nessa, because those belts are MINE tonight."
"This girl," says Hudgens dismissively, "Is like soooo many others. She thinks she's 'the one', the one to take over as top flyweight. But. Like all those other girls, I'll teach her that she's wrong. And the lesson will be PAINFUL."
ROUND ONE:
Both blonde and brunette are slick and quick and love the stick and move. So, it's no surprise that we see both fighters on the move to start this thing. What IS a surprise is the extent to which 'Nessa takes the challenger to the woodshed. Now, Dove isn't exactly lacking experience at this point, but hers pales in comparison to the brunette's, as Hudgens' first FCBA fight came when Cameron was in elementary school and Vanessa has been in the ring ONE HUNDRED more times than the blonde. And, that shows up big time in the first, as, with Cameron overly aggressive, Hudgens picks the younger woman apart on the move, wrong-footing her repeatedly, leaving her short and late on almost everything, and, oh, yes, touching her up again and again with accurate combination fire. Dove is never hurt, but that's the extent of the good news. 'Nessa absolutely dominates her to the point of both frustration and embarrassment, and, when the bell finally rings, the brunette has pitched a shutout to lead 10-9.
ROUND TWO:
Dove hears it in the corner and settles down in the second. She's not pushing the issue now, and it makes all the difference. Now, she's relaxing, moving the feet, setting up her punches, boxing with. For 'Nessa's part, she's doing what she did in the previous round, ranging around the ring, working the left and the feet, putting together combinations very well as always. Result is a good, two-way round of the type you'd expect between to athletic fighters of this caliber. Both blonde and brunette have their moments, with both managing to gain control of things briefly. And, neither is able to gain much of an advantage as the battle moves back and forth across the canvas, with both women scoring well and nobody hurt. At the bell, it's a near thing, but it's Cameron who's evened things at 19.
ROUND THREE:
More of the same. Two way stuff as the war of movement continues, both fighters using feet and hand movement to set up hard, accurate lea...BOOM! Right hand, DOVE and 'NESSA IS HURT! Cameron lands a NASTY right hand that leaves the champion ALL WOBBLY BUTT and that quickly, the blonde is all in, taking the fight to the brunette, battering her to both head and body. Vanessa's in DEEP trouble as Dove drives her back to the ropes, then tests the abs of 'The Fittest Flyweight' with some short, hard shot trying to bring that guard down. Hudgens is feeling that leather, but she's hanging on in a tight guard as the challenger goes back upstairs wobbling Hudgens again and getting the ref's attention. Champ jabbing back here and there, just trying to survive this thing, and, ultimately, she does. But, at the bell, Dove's taken the points and the 29-28 lead and the champ is plenty unsteady on her way back to her corner.
ROUND FOUR:
Dove after 'Nessa early, but Hudgens playing solid defense now. Legs still a bit iffy, so she's not moving like she can, but the hand and head movement is there. She's slipping and dipping, and, more importantly, countering effectively. And, that latter bit informs Cameron's tactics. She's not getting back into what she did in the first, forcing the issue, not even with the champion's legs still not all the way under her. So, she dials it back and boxes with, and that plays right into what the brunette wants to do, run some clock, let the legs recover, and hold her own while she does so. And, to the surprise of no one who's seen Hudgens fight, the round plays out pretty much the way she wants it to, with the brunette getting stronger as we go along. By the final seconds, Hudgens is moving very well again, and, at the bell, she's actually done enough to take the points and even things at 38.
ROUND FIVE;
Mobile warfare continues, mostly of the ranged variety. Fighters moving, jabbing, getting to spots, getting off, then moving again to reset. Just about every inch of canvas being used in yet another two-way, action packed rou...BOOM! Right hand, 'NESSA and Dove is STAGGERED! Cameron nearly goes down and now the brunette is all in, ripping punches with both hands and DOWN GOES DOVE! Blonde dropped to her back after a vicious barrage of leather from the champion! Hudgens to a neutral corner to watch and wait. Ref counting down on Dove, who sits up at six, gets to her feet at nine. Ref looking long and hard as he gives the challenger the mandatory, but he waves on 'Nessa! Champion all OVER the challenger, pummeling her with everything in the arsenal. Dove backed to the ropes and taking. Ref on a hair trigger...BELL! Before he can stop it, the bell sounds and the blonde survives, but the brunette takes the round 10-8 to grab a 48-46 lead at the half.
ROUND SIX:
Hudgens taking the fight to the challenger early. Dove definitely still wobbly, giving ground, keeping the guard high, countering here and there, just trying to play for time. 'Nessa, of course, not having it. She's looking to finish this thing right now, and she seems on the verge of doing it. Challenger managing to do little more than land the odd blow that does little to slow down Vanessa's onslaught. For the champ's part, she's landing heavy shot with both hands to both head and body, piling up the points and the punishment. But, she's unable to finish. And, in the final thirty seconds, Dove begins to bang back, holding her own in sharp exchanges with the battle raging right to the bell. When it sounds, the champ has the points wide and has extended her lead to 58-55, but the challenger has gotten off the hook.
ROUND SEVEN:
Two-way boxing this time around, as Dove has the legs back under her and can move and groove with 'Nessa. The champ's looking like vintage Hudgens, jabbing, bouncing around the ring, then stopping to pop, before getting back into motion. Cameron more than willing to play this game, because, well, it's the blonde's game, too, and she plays it well. Result is a wide-ranging, action packed round in which neither fighter is able to gain much of an advantage despite the fact that both champion and challenger get plenty of work done. There's basically nothing in it into the final half minute, but, Dove makes a veteran move at that point, turning up the aggression and briefly throwing Hudgens onto the back foot. 'Nessa quickly gets rolling again, but Dove's done enough to narrowly grab the points and stay alive on the cards, trailing 67-65 with three to go.
ROUND EIGHT:
War of movement commences and quickly comes to an end, because...BOOM! Cameron lands a NASTY right hand followed by a three-punch combination and the champion is STEPPIN' IN FENCE POST HOLES! 'Nessa wide-eyed and wobbly as the challenger lets the hands go in a big way, hammering the listing SS Hudgens all over the ring. Champ just hanging on as the blonde sits down on everything, bringing the pain and looking to end the fight and claim the gold. But. Hudgens is a five-time champ, a Hall of Famer, and that 5'2" measuring stick for many reasons, one of which is an iron will to win. And, that's as good an explanation as anything for what holds her up for almost the entirety of a three-minute round while Dove pounds her with everything but the kitchen sink. When the bell rings, the SS Hudgens is a listing, smoking wreck. But, it's still afloat. As for the challenger, she's pitched a shutout and cut the brunette's lead to 76-75.
ROUND NINE:
Dove determined to finish. 'Nessa still plenty unsteady as the challenger pours forward, committing on punches, looking to take the brunette out of there and not have to take her chances on the cards. Hudgens with a fighting retreat. She's not trying to hold ground, instead being satisfied with making her rival pay a price for the advance, and, as the round goes on, she's able to exact a greater and greater price. But, Cameron is more than willing to pay. BOOM! Right hand, DOVE and DOWN GOES 'NESSA! Cameron drops the champion to her back with a perfectly-placed straight right. Challenger quickly to a neutral corner to watch and wait. Hudgens struggles to her knees at seven, tries to stand, stumbles back to her knees and THE REF WAVES IT OFF! Vanessa can't beat the count and it's OVER! And your winner by KO9 and the NEW Unified Flyweight Champion is DOVE CAMERON!
AFTER: Dove’s manager leaps to her feet, pumping the air ferociously. Mishy hops to the apron and slides between the ropes, barely getting through before a joyous Dove wraps her arms around Williams, nearly tackling her teacher to the deck. The blondes swallow each other in a jubilant embrace.
“YOU DID IT!” Mishy shouts, stating the obvious, loudly.
“You bet your ass I did,” the youngster responds, “but not without what you’ve taught me.”
Michelle breaks free from the bearhug, drops to one knee, and salutes the new flyweight champ, saluting the division’s leader with a reverential salaam, the Hall of Famer bowing to her student.
Dove hooks her arms under Michelle’s and pulls Williams to her feet.
“Stop,” Cameron insists.
“Seriously. You deserve all the kudos and cash you’re gonna make out of this Dovie,” Mishy lauds. “It’s your time. You’re the best. And you did it against the best of her generation.”
Michelle sneaks a peak at the slobberknocked Nessa, a Lookout second under each arm carrying the conquered Hudgens toward her corner. Vanessa’s dark eyes are vacant, the battered former champ slurring “whahappenuhhd” as she’s aided to home territory.
Dove follows Mishy’s hazel-hued gaze to the woman who put her coach through so much over the years. She takes a step toward Hudgens, but Michelle curls an elbow around one of Dove’s.
“Get your hardware first…and let her recover enough to know what’s coming.”
Dove grins wearily, nodding.
Michelle moves to the ring’s edge, leans over and collects the belt, looks at it longingly, then delivers to Cameron. Dove hoists it high to the roar of the crowd and the flashing of a hundred bulbs. Looking a cat ready to swallow a canary, Dove regards her mentor.
“Now?”
Mishy holds her upturned arms outstretched and Dove places the belt safely within.
“Go over there and rub her face in it…LITERALLY.”
Dove giggles with excitement. She turns to Lookout Central and pushes her way through the mob, snatching a handful of a sniveling Nessa’s raven locks then YANKING Hudgens to her feet.
“I would say I AM THE ONE, sweetheart, but then Mishy’s conquered your ass too. So I guess we’re the two!”
Dove shoves Nessa’s back to the buckles and presses her body tight to Hudgens.
“Tell me who’s better. Tell me who conquered you.”
Nessa grumbles and mumbles between breathy sobs.
It’s not good enough for the champ and Dove lifts a knee deep into Hudgens’ vaunted taut tummy, doubling Nessa over, the ex-title holder gasping for breath as Dove cups a hand under Vanessa’s chin and pulls her foe upright so the women are nose to nose.
In her opposite hand is now a microphone, placed there by an arriving Michelle, Mishy then stepping back to make sure this is Dove’s show. Cameron raises the stick to her lips.
“Tell these fine people. Who’s better? Who’s your conqueror?”
Dove moves the amplifier to Nessa’s trembling lips, Hudgens finding it difficult to meet the predatory gaze of the victor, instead staring hatefully over her shoulder at Michelle.
“I’ll kill you.”
Dove forces the eyes of the vanquished back to her.
“You can worry about what Mishy’s doing to you later. Tonight, you better be concerned with what I’m doing. SAY IT!”
Mishy stands there nonplussed at Nessa’s threats, raising an eyebrow coolly and instead paying far more attention to the humiliation being delivered by her protege. Definitely one of the proudest moments of her career - with no doubt the inverse being true for Hudgens.
Vanessa snarled back angrily - the shock of losing her title hasn’t diminished her attitude apparently - responding with, “You haven’t conquered anything. This is a fluke win by a fluke champion, you blonde…”
Dove just snickers, still holding onto the microphone with one hand and then delivering a hard SLAP across Nessa’s cheek, with the resulting squeal from Vanessa amplified over the microphone, although they could barely be seen over the sound of the crowd. The crowd was definitely loud and vocal, as was Nessa in her efforts to escape her current predicament.
However, it was Dove’s words that matter as she hisses back coolly, “Listen, this is not your time. This is MY time. This is MY night. For that matter, this is MY ring. It’s never been yours. You’ve borrowed it from better women like Mishy, Natalie and others….”
“Screw you, Dove - even Mishy has acknowledged me as the best of her generation..” Vanessa fires back.
“The best of your generation….” Dove says with a laugh, “And I’m the best of mine, which is why I conquered you. And why everybody here needs to hear that your time is over. Right now.”
Vanessa shook her head defiantly, getting ready to say something else. No doubt something angry and witty, but what it was, the crowd didn’t get to hear. It came out all muffled as Dove sunk both of her fingers in Vanessa’s brunette tresses to plunge her foe’s face into oncoming blonde tummy. Vanessa thrashed, kicked and squirmed - violently at times - but Dove had been trained by one of the best in the business at tummying up on a rival. Dove flexed her biceps around Nessa’s head, curling in from either direction and expertly scrubbed her abs back and forth.
Hudgens hating every moment of it as tried to hug around Dove’s waist, sometimes under the ledge of her ass and sometimes shoving at her smooth back - trying to topple her foe off of her, but to no avail. Nessa desperately tried to turn her head back and forth, attempting to turn it to the side, but felt herself assaulted by abs and traumatized by tummy in every direction. Nessa was engulfed under Dove’s belly no matter which way she tried to turn as her struggles slowed down, at which point Dove peeled her abs upwards. Sweat dripping off of them onto Nessa’s face as Cameron smirked, with Mishy so hopefully providing the microphone again as she holds it up to Vanessa’s features, bright red at this point, as she demands again, “Who is better, loser?”
Vanessa is struggling at the moment - the impulse to retain her pride competing with her desire not to be smothered out under Cameron’s tummy at war - but a quick glance over at Mishy helps Hudgens make her decision as she can’t be left at Williams’ disposal if she’s unconscious, just moaning out softly, though carried clearly through the microphone, “You’re better. For tonight. B*tch.”
A giggle escapes Dove’s lips, “You all heard her, though you’re kinda wrong. I’m not just better for tonight. I’m better for-ever. But, I am a b*tch!” as she plunges Nessa once again into her abs. Grinding her belly back and forth against Hudgens’ protests as she purrs, satisfied with dominating a woman who has repeatedly proved to be a thorn in the side of her stable and taking her title at the same time. It’s a moment that she never wants to end, but as she feels Nessa’s body slacken, she goes to step backwards as she lets Hudgens puddle to the canvas. A line of drool stretches from Hudgens’ body to her abs as she takes Nessa’s hair to wipe it off, wrinkling her nose and then smirking, “She’s all yours. I wanna show off my new title…” as she takes the flyweight title. Mounting the nearest turnbuckle, she thrusts the title into the air with both hands - putting her conquering tummy on display alongside some new confidence.
Hudgens has pooled down facefirst to the canvas as Mishy comes over to kneel down beside her, brushing her hair back beside her ear as she then yanks up on her hair and leans down to whisper into her rivals’ ear, “Do you hear the crowd cheering for her? That’s because they love her - love seeing her kick your ass, love seeing her tummy up on you and love seeing me over you. The crowd doesn’t love you, they love seeing you get humiliated. Which is good, because that’s exactly what will happen going forward…”
Mishy then goes to slide up behind Nessa, still holding her hair as she reaches down to give Nessa’s upturned rear a sharp swat as Nessa’s buns jiggle, feet kicking as she is still clinging to consciousness, but barely, just offering a soft moan in response, “We own your bubble butt, Nessa. Even if you can’t admit that you’re conquered to the crowd or to Dove tonight, I hope you can admit it to yourself. And if you can’t - and I have a feeling you won’t be able to with your pesky little pride - then I’ll be happy to make you. You know where to find me and I’ll take you on anywhere you want. But, the result is going to be the same, you’re going to end up getting smothered out and spanked like the little bimbo you are.” as she gives another sharp swat - one on each butt cheek - before Mishy stands up. Then, she stands aside to give Dove her moment once more because after all this is her night. Definitely a night for HISC to remember for ages to come.
Now Dove, having completed her tour on all four (4) corners of the ring to the adulation of the crowd, basking in the moment, comes back with the belt as Mishy stood over her. Dove leaned down to hold the flyweight title close to Vanessa’s face - glistening with sweat and tears - purring out confidently, “Take a good look. This is as close as you’ll get to the flyweight title ever again. Mishy is going to finish up with what’s left of you and if you ever dare challenge me again, it’ll be the same thing. From now on, it’s Tummy Time for you…” as Dove pats her own slick abs right in Nessa’s face and then pushes off of her foe., “And it’s MY time now.”
Walking backwards as she holds up the title belt in one hand and pats her tummy with the other, keeping Nessa’s gaze - which was positively murderous - the entire time. Then, just to twist the knife, Dove takes Mishy’s hand and raises it up into the air. The crowd roaring - some in this display of HISC unity and some to support their favorite Disney star - but it’s clear from tonight that the rivalry between Vanessa Hudgens and HISC is far from over. Is tonight, as Nessa hoped, a simple detour from her typical dominance at flyweight or is this crowning of a new era in the division? Either way, the answer to the question should be quite the adventure ahead in the one and only FCBA…! |
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