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25 August 2023 Ch Avril Lavigne vs Vanessa Hudgens

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OFFICIAL FCBA "BOILING POINT" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 25 August 2023 at 9:06 pm

Avril Lavigne - Flyweight Champion

(38, 5’1, 76:29 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Vanessa Hudgens – Challenger
(34, 5’2, 101-45 FCBA, Lookout!)

Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse & Lookout!

BEFORE:
“My 5th defense bitches! Oh how time flies!” Avril giggles as she says, bouncing up and down in her seat at the earlier press conference. “I actually call this my revenge tour! I've already got revenge on a bunch of bitches - Collins...." The room is suddenly abuzz with whispers as Lavigne brings up the Vixen's name, causing Avril’s face to redden in embarrassment after the memory of her so-called ‘win’ comes back to haunt her. But before the chatter can rise too high, the Dollhouse Queen shouts back into the microphone. "I BEAT HER ASS FAIR AND SQUARE! She's a f*cking cheater, and she's going to regret her life choices the next time I see her....but anyway - my revenge tour - Collins, Pugh, Ortega and Winter - kicked ALL their asses… but tonight will be the sweetest revenge of all because I finally get to beat the sh*t out of Vanessa, the ‘AMD champion’..." Avril snorts. “This b*tch tried to humiliate me last time and put her disgusting, ugly tummy on my face," Avril continues, this time with a scowl. "She better HOPE someone will save her when tonight's fight is over, because I have SO much planned for her. This is for sure going to be my most satisfying defense EVER! I can't wait to f*ck her up!"

Across the room, arch-rival and former bestie Vanessa Hudgens, of course, has a totally different outlook on this fight. Throughout Lavigne’s tirade, the Lookout! starlet can hardly wait to grab the microphone and shout right back. Luckily for the champion, the fight officials have had the good sense to cut off the power to her microphone before Avril was done, and so poor Nessa can only to squirm in her chair and seethe the entire way through.

"Oh Av,” Vanessa finally says, chuckling, amused. “You've always been such a big dummy. Thinking you can actually ‘beat the sh*t out of me’ is SO stupid. You guys should know that I wanted tonight's fight to be an AMD fight with both my AMD title and the Flyweight title on the line. But guess what? To NO ONE's surprise…” Nessa starts, stifling another chuckle. “Avril was way too scared to put her flabby ass body to the test against the fittest fly in the FCBA and outright refused.” Hudgens breaks out into giggles from across the table, enjoying the look of Lavigne’s face turning a bright shade of beet red. “But that doesn't mean I can't make this an AMD fight MYSELF. So here's how it's gonna go down tonight Av: I'm going to LITERALLY beat the sh*t out of you by destroying that flabby ab-less belly of yours and making sure you know what the AMD champion is all about right before I take that Flyweight title away from you forever. I was the Flyweight champion last time these abs--” she pauses, gesturing at her exposed midsection bared for all to see under that white crop top. “--put you to sleep, and I'll be the Flyweight champion when I make you worship my abs later tonight. Better empty that stomach before you get in the ring with me today if you know what's good for you, b*tch."

These two have had plenty of a morbid history, once former besties now turned frenemies. And with one win apiece in the past two years, it was only a matter of time before they clashed for a third time. Some would have said it was foolish for Miss Lavigne to put her title on the line in this rubber match, but then again, according to her, what better way to put down a hated rival than on the grandest stage of them all?

Ladies don’t even get the chance to square off later on stage or in the ring, with that simple look of pure animosity in their eyes clear as day from across the room, indicating to the fight officials that they would love nothing more than to lunge at each other if they even got within a hair’s reach. Instead, both girls are forced to glare at each other from across the press hall, continuing to spew insults the entire way back to their respective exits.

Hours later, it’s fight night, ladies and gentlemen, with the Unified Flyweight title on the line! The arena is packed to the brim with well wishers and detractors alike, with an audience comprised of fans and enemies, lovers and haters, rivals and allies, all of whom would like to see nothing more than these two clash for the golden straps. In one corner of the sandy ring, the champion Avril Lavigne is wearing a black and pink bikini top and black bikini bottoms, blonde hair in a high ponytail, shadowboxing in pink gloves and looking ready to defend her title for the 5th time and counting. In the opposite corner, Hudgens has gone for a red bikini and black boxing gloves, her ebony hair in a royal bun as she giggles at Lavigne’s show of force.

The referee holds up the Flyweight title belt for all to see, and with a wave of his hand, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of boxing action!

ROUND 1:
It’s not just Avril’s fifth title defense, folks, but of her first ever title belt of her career. She’s worked long and hard to get to this point, so there’s plenty more on the line, for sure, and thus, she kicks things off safe and cautious. She can’t afford to lose this one, least of all to someone like Nessa, and that’s making her stay away and jab at her frenemy, early left-left-right combos sunk into the arms in constant fashion to let Nessa know she ain’t afraid of her. Nessa, however, is the entire opposite in terms of strategy, brimming with confidence after having recently felled Emma Watson in an AMD title defense, and now wanting nothing more than to press her vaunted abs into Lavigne’s KO’ed face by the end of the evening. She’s moving in fast and cocky, dealing with those jabs with a well-versed guard before zooming in with an overhand or hook to the undercarriage, hoping to catch Avril off guard. The champ, however, controls her foe well, darting back out of the way whenever Nessa leans in for a charge. Before they were enemies, they were training partners, after all, and Lavigne knows a lot about how Nessa moves and weaves before she aims to target her vulnerable parts of her body. The bell rings to end the first and there hasn’t been too much action either way, but the Dollhouse Queen prevails by sheer persistence alone, having landed the far greater number of jabs to the challenger’s face, winning the wide round to kick us off!

ROUND 2:
Still in a low gear for Miss Avril, as the bell rings and she side-steps towards the ropes instead of moving forward. She’s still relying too heavily on her head jabs, allowing Nessa to predict her pattern and keep herself away from a majority of attacks. Nessa’s bobbing, weaving, ducking left and right, and blocking most of Avril’s jabs towards her head but more importantly, looking for that opening shot to seize the round back in her favor. She finds it at the end of the first minute, almost deliberately taking a flurry of jabs to her arms and thus allowing Avril to bang a right hander off the top of her forehead. But in doing so, Nessa’s ready and waiting, swinging her own hook right back, and PACKED into the side of Avril’s tummy, forcing the Doll to grunt and crater in half, before being covering up in sheer panic, as Nessa tries to rush her down early. Nessa continues to exploit those holes in the champ’s defenses, tagging her repeatedly on the back-run for the rest of the round, her punches sailing in from outta nowhere, with another blast to the ear stunning the Doll in the second minute, before a final lunging uppercut sinks again into her midsection to bulge those pretty eyes and send her groaning backwards towards the ropes. A far cry indeed from the opening number, as the challenger now takes it wide back!

ROUND 3:
Avril catches her breath in between rounds, knows she’s got one hell of a fight on her hands, but also expecting nothing less from someone like Nessa. Their past two encounters were absolute slobberknockers, with both girls having traded knockdowns and simply refusing to quit to the other girl's drive and determination. This round, Avril predicts that Nessa has her vulnerable midsection as her true target, and as a result, manages to intercept a fair share of lunges to her body and not fall for those feints to her head to raise her guard. Instead, Lavigne’s stuffing her own leather back into Nessa’s face, making the Lookout! starlet pay for underestimating her intelligence. Nessa’s eyes go wide as another overhand sweeps in and over the arms, crashing right between her eyes and snapping her head back, making her slightly dizzy, after a series of lower hooks were intercepted by Lavigne’s lower guard, which left the challenger wide open for a counterattack. It’s the same way for the rest of the round, with Nessa still throwing her biggest blows into Avril’s arms, thinking the creampuff is bound to go down sooner rather than later to her power. Instead, Lavigne keeps her cool and exploits, and when the bell rings, she’s the one sporting that wide smirk on her face. So far, so good for the Dollhouse Queen…

ROUND 4:
But Nessa stays on top of her quarry, absorbing a greater intensity of Avril’s jabs and still amping up the pressure at her own pace. It’s clear that she wants to corner the champ and go to town on her, and f*ck it all if that strategy hasn’t worked out so far half the time in the previous rounds. Nessa knows her prior sparring partner hasn’t the stamina to go toe-to-toe with her, doubly so when you factor in the long-term game plan. So as long as she keeps up the pressure with those lunging hooks and swings to Avril’s arms, she might be just peachy by Round 10. In the first minute alone, however, Lavigne makes Nessa pay for her wanton aggression, squeezing a series of jabs straight into her nose and lips as the shorter brunette walks into her space repeatedly. But soon after, Nessa’s persistence prevails, the challenger landing a hard SMACK! to the nostrils in return, followed by a driving uppercut that cuts under the Doll’s arms and lands on her sternum. Thankfully, Avril’s been training her body to brace itself, but that doesn’t mean that that blow to her breadbasket didn’t stun or hurt. Looking wounded and glassy-eyed, Avril tries to hold her focus, backing away with her arms up but her body slightly hunched over from the recent attack. Gleefully, Nessa continues to pester her with jabs for the rest of the round - she knows that she doesn’t need to win each and every battle to win this freakin’ war.

ROUND 5:
Bell rings and Nessa looks to capitalize on the success of the previous round. Just one or two more shots to the body should do it, according to Nessa, as she swerves in with another giant overhand that’s taken on Avril’s guard, forcing the champ to step backwards with a loud grunt and wince. STILL Nessa comes straight in, making more swings for her strawberry blonde head before employing that feinting tactic to the left before going after her body with that right hand. This time, however, Lavigne’s the wiser one, moving her arms up and down in a fluid motion, intercepting Nessa’s powerful attacks to her sides. Sure, Vanessa’s hooks are still looking hella devastating on their own, each glove slammed into the forearms and forcing Lavigne to either crumple slightly to the side or stumble off towards the ropes in partial shock and awe. But Lavigne soon regains her bearings and RIIIPPPPPS her own hook back and across Nessa’s face, both girls gritting their teeth as they stand their ground and GO AT IT near the ropes!! Despite taking those nasty lashings across her cheek and chin, Nessa is still GROWLING and trying to push her way inwards, only to take a rocking uppercut to the base of her jawline, which seems to be ENOUGH!! SUDDENLY THE TABLES HAVE TURNED, as the Dollhouse champ is the one slapping leather across her face left and right, before banging away with more hooks to her body in the interim! One more uppercut LIFTS Nessa’s head into the air with a groan, which SENDS HER DOWN! It’s a fifth round KNOCKDOWN for Miss Avril Lavigne, who looks almost too spent herself to celebrate the moment!

Nessa got FLOORED by that number, but truthfully, the Lookout! corner is berating themselves (and their girl behind her back) for being too risky in their estimations! Nessa can only groan as she rotates onto her knees by the third-count, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes open and shut multiple times, trying to blink away the pain. The referee is already mid-way through the count and she’s still stuck in the mud on her knees, both arms clasped over the middle rope, trying to aid her ascent back to relevance.

But up she comes in the final seconds of the 10-count, making up for lost time and steadying herself against the ropes. She nods to the referee that she fully intends to continue, make Lavigne pay for this early humiliation! Bell re-rings and we’ve still got a minute left on the clock! Avril chooses to stay away, however, not deviating too much from a strategy that has worked for her so far, and the two fighters end up dancing and pawing at each other for the rest of the round. It was always wishful thinking to think that Nessa would go down and out so early in this fight, or easily, but at least the Dollhouse Queen can count on a milestone victory in the fifth, as she surges ahead on the scoreboards.

ROUND 6:
There’s a change in the wind as it’s Nessa’s turn to keep herself away, that knockdown of the previous round leaving a bad taste in her mouth and her jawline still throbbing from the repeated shots across it. Well, Nessa only has herself to blame, if we’re being honest, having thrown away her lead with those in-your-face tactics that resulted in her own face kissing the sandy ground. First minute is another slow dance for the competitors, with Nessa busy catching her breath and Avril refusing to commit to her lead, jabs exchanged from afar and surprisingly, the challenger the one scoring more often with her opponent at a fixed distance away from her, which allows Nessa to launch punishing jabs and straight hands to snag more of that throbbing tummy. Lavigne, however, squeals and growls when a third right hand prods into her belly, sending her lurching backwards, but not before punishing Nessa back with a sudden overhand that stuns her right between the eyes, again snapping the challenger’s head and upper body to the side with a groan. But once more, Lavigne refuses to rush in to try and finish her foe off, satisfied for now in wreaking havoc and showing Nessa who’s really in control. Bell rings and Nessa’s definitely gonna need to do a whole lot more if she plans on catching up in terms of points. And with only four more rounds to go to even the odds, the Lookout! starlet looks surprisingly calm…

ROUND 7:
“You gonna run away forever, Av??” Nessa can be heard taunting her rival over and over, at times spreading her arms far and wide and daring Avril to take a free shot. Lavigne’s not taking the bait at first, keeping her arms locked close to her chest and chin, her feet staying nimble across the ring. But as Nessa’s own defiance continues to mount, despite her earlier knockdown, there’s a growing glint in Avril’s own eyes, as her pride and confidence get the better of her. She won’t allow someone like Nessa to simply get away with those cocky statements and taunts, with an early foray into Nessa’s space connecting with a sharp blast to the brunette’s cheek and another thump to those chiseled abs. Nessa can be heard grunting as she falls back - music to the Doll’s ears indeed, and making her increase her own aggression. But Nessa’s invitation is laid with bad intentions, and as the second minute turns, so does Nessa’s attitude. The challenger takes another glancing blow to the side of her face, before growling right back, squaring her shoulders, and swinging for the fences! BAM!! That right hook sailed right under Avril’s arms to catch her on her waistline, before another and ANOTHER underhook slams into the champ’s unprotected torso! Poor Avril’s looking shocked and bothered, immediately hugging her body as she tries to back away from the AMD champ, but Nessa’s right on top of her case, picking and choosing her follow-up punches and ramming glove after glove into every inch of her body! Lavigne almost gets driven into the ropes as a result, her desperate arms moving and flailing, trying to protect herself, to little avail! Nessa lets out a roar of triumph when the bell rings for the seventh, having turned her fortunes on its head, leaving Lavigne gasping with her back to the ropes, bent over and breathing hard!

ROUND 8:
It’s the last quarter of this title fight and neither woman looks willing to give an inch! Avril’s experiment with aggression in the last round didn’t win her any favors, and instead, left her breathing hard from the air beaten out of her body. But bless her soul - she’s still coming straight at Nessa when the bell opens, that stubborn pride of hers still unwilling to admit defeat! Not sure how Nessa feels about this but one’s thing for sure: both women want to freakin’ PUNISH each other in the center of the ring, immediately letting their punches riiiiipp and teaaaar across each other’s forms, slammed into arms and bone, muscle and jawline, with Lavigne surprisingly holding her own ground in the opening seconds of this slugfest! She drives a nasty hook across Nessa’s face, forcing her head to jolt to one side and whipping the rest of the shorter girl’s body after. Just as she primes another to finish the job, however, Nessa strikes back, with a louder snarl precipitating her own fist driven up into Avril’s body, catching the Doll at her most vulnerable! Lavigne’s eyes bulge as the punch connects with her upper belly, immediately folding her over with a grunt! AND HERE COMES NESSA, looking for sweet payback! Lavigne’s body becomes another bag at the gym as Nessa mashes her leather in left and right, over and over into her sides and arms, arms and ribs, always looking for that killer KO blow to that jawline. Lavigne’s getting rocked senseless, beaten backwards towards her corner, and it’s only a matter of time before her arms wilt and wither away, allowing Nessa to plant another mighty overhand STRAIGHT TO HER KISSER! Avril lets out a dull groan as her head snaps backwards, with the rest of her body following suit! AND DOWN THE CHAMP GOES, hitting the ground on her back, having been clotheslined off her feet, with both arms and legs splayed in four directions! Worst things have happened in the FCBA, folks, and unfortunately for the Dollhouse corner, this looks BAD indeed!

Nessa of course remaining up top, standing tall, spewing insults through clenched teeth, shaking her fist in the air and bellowing at the downed champ to get the f*ck back up if she can! Soon, she’s herded back to the neutral corner so the referee can do his damn job, but Lavigne remains floored and grounded for the first half of the 10-count. But then, as though by a miracle, she blinks herself conscious and begins to automatically peel herself back off the sand in the second half of the shouting… The Dollhouse corner is of course shouting their own encouragement every step of the way, an added incentive for the Queen to not lose her first ever title in her already illustrious career. Who knows when she might get another shot at the gold if she does!

Across the ring, Nessa has a twisted look of rage when she sees her nemesis rising slowly from the ashes, Lavigne planting one boot on the ground, and then the other, slowly willing herself back to both unsteady feet. By the skin-of-the-teeth count of 9, the referee has cleared the Dollhouse Queen, and the only thing louder than the cheers from the crowd are Nessa’s own spewing insults from across the ring, saying Lavigne should have stayed down and dead!

Two last minutes on the clock, and everyone is wondering if the champion can make it out of this predicament alive! As predicted, HERE COMES NESSA, rageful bliss in her eyes and throwing caution to the wind now that Lavigne’s been reduced to such a dismal state! She rushes straight for her, and looks set to blast the Doll back off her feet with a pulled back, winding overhand right. But Lavigne has the good sense to see that shot coming from a mile away, instinctively weaving backwards to avoid it, then raising her own arm to absorb the glancing shot. She employs countermeasures for the second minute, trying to take the brunt of Nessa’s assault and tire the challenger out. And it works! Nessa’s left heaving with every last puff and flourish, her punches growing slower and less powerful. Soon, by the final minute, Avril’s the one dishing back the punishment, using her jabs to poke and prod at her rival’s defenseless features, landing more than her fair share of punches to Nessa’s own heaving body to further infuriate the challenger! Bell rings and though Hudgens made up for her lopsided lack of points, she can just as easily lose the rest of this war if she’s not careful in there…

ROUND 9:
It’s clear both fighters have given it their all, with the sheer intensity of emotions having pushed them on despite both having suffered knockdowns and recoveries. Nessa’s last flourish has left her drained and heaving hard, now not as keen to walk right into Avril’s arms, even as the Doll doesn’t look too healthy herself. Both fighters trade leather from a distance, circling and intending to slowly tighten the noose with loosening of the other’s guard. By our calculations, all Lavigne needs to do is hold out in this manner, having won enough of the earlier rounds by a comfortable margin to sail to victory… as long as she doesn’t get knocked the f*ck out in these final two rounds. Of course, stranger things have happened, and Nessa is also fully conscious about what she needs to do in order to win this fight. Second minute and it’s forcing her forwards again, making unforced errors as she lunges at Lavigne’s body with low sweeping hooks, but then leaving herself open to counter attacks to the face. Lavigne’s come TOO FAR to lose her title now, as her narrowed gaze and piercing eyes suggest. The Doll dishes out a steady stream of jabs to Nessa’s nose and lips, taking every opportunity to sink leather into her rival’s facial features. It ain’t pretty, but it gets the job done, as Nessa stumbles for the third time in the round, shaking her head and having to use the nearby ropes to stop herself from dropping to her knees from the dizzying pain. It’s a wide round to Lavigne in this ninth round of battle, which means she’s almost across the finish line, and more crucially, about to leave her competitor in her dust!

ROUND 10:
Lots of blood, sweat, and tears riding on this tenth and final round, and it’s clear as day on both women’s faces, which are etched in concentration and mutual rage as they march forward with locked glares! Nessa needs to score a big one if she hopes to edge out the champ in points, and by contrast, all Lavigne needs to do is NOT GO DOWN by the end of three minutes! The Lookout! starlet, however, kicks things off slowly, pretending to hold back with only light jabs fired towards Lavigne’s head, which the champ deals with easily. Lavigne’s pride is one helluva beast when pissed off, but even then, she’s learned to tame it in recent years, knowing that sometimes, being crafty and strategic might be better than throwing yourself at a hated enemy, even if that enemy is Nessa Hudgens. But just as the two fighters trade tentative jabs in tandem, one girl suddenly lets loose a right hand overhead, mixing it into her retinue without rhyme or warning! BAM! The punch sails in from the side and outta nowhere, landing right between the eyes and rocking her rival’s head backwards with a shout of pain! AND IT’S NESSA’S SHOW, with Avril having let her guard down and thinking she had this fight in the bag! Nessa’s early sluggishness was all for show, it seems, before suddenly surprising her arch-rival with a pointed BLAST to the forehead, followed by a ROAR as she WADES IN to try and FINISH HER OFF! Lavigne’s in trouble, groaning as she gets pummeled this way and that, powerless to stop the rabid Nessa from getting straight in her face and using the remnants of her strength to try and DROP HER for good! Nessa not caring about any return punches to her face or body, knows she’s got the champ on the ropes and is busy exploiting, banging more hooks into the sides of Avril’s head, then going after that trembling tummy with short but snappy punts to the waistline, each shot sending the Doll lurching forwards, her body bent over in anguish, and the rest of her breath shot between her lips! Soon, Lavigne has nowhere else to go, her back pinned to the ropes and getting walked down towards the turnbuckle, both women now engaged in the close quarters brawl she’s been trying the entire fight to avoid! She’s standing her ground and covering her face from the brunt of Nessa’s assault, but there’s NO denying the hungry challenger, Nessa at one point getting TOO close and personal, physically prying the battered Doll’s arms away before ramming her glove straight up into Avril’s battered body. Slowly, Lavigne’s faltering, her chin and cheek driven downwards into her assailant’s shoulder, at points trying to clinch up with Nessa but leaving her body wide open to more punishing blows, her fans watching in dismay as the Flyweight champ succumbs to the AMD champ’s ruthless body assault.

Sensing the end rapidly approaching, Nessa puts her back into each and every of her final punches, conscious about the bell running itself down and the possibility of losing out to the scoreboards this late in the game. Backing the overpowered blonde into the corner, Nessa uses her sturdier body to pancake poor Avril against the nearby post, continuing to DRIVE her fists in and out, in and out, pummeling that soft belly flesh with uppercut after uppercut drilled between Lavigne’s arms, until finally, the battered champ lets out a final, strangled cry of anguish, her legs turned to noodles and the rest of her body trembling with quit. Avril’s forced to wrap her weakened arms around the top rope on either side of her frame in a desperate attempt to keep herself from crumbling to the sand. But that just gives Nessa a better target to exact her revenge upon, unabated… Vanessa, heaving hard, takes a step back, watching Avril pathetically trying to keep herself upright, her arms draped across the top rope on both sides, her reddened belly still heaving with exhaustion and completely exposed and unprotected. With a smirk slowly turned on the corner of her lips, Nessa takes several more steps back, before raising her right glove to her lips and planting a telling smooch to the tattered leather. When Avril realizes what’s coming, it’s already too late – The flyweight champion searching for mercy in the AMD champ’s eyes but can only watch in terror as Nessa breaks into a short RUN straight towards her, that same right hand already pulled WAAAAY back for maximum momentum! Lavigne’s too far gone at this point to do anything but draw one final breath before Nessa’s RUNNING UPPERCUT SLAMS into her midsection, the black glove BLASTING her soft body right below her belly button and sinking straight into her flesh! OOUUUUFFFFF!!!! GOOD LORD!! Avril's mouth immediately parting in shock, but NOTHING comes out of it, with the Doll’s voice completely cut off in a silent cry of pain. For a moment, the whole of Avril’s body trembles, that last bit of soft tummy flesh resisting before the rest of her entire body LURCHES forward and folds over Nessa’s invasive fist! There’s a sickening groan as the singer’s entire body goes limp and the force of gravity brings her frame down, sending Lavigne CRUMBLING to the soft sand in a heap!

It’s one HECK of a way to end this fight, and make no mistake - there’s NO getting up from this one! Nessa finds herself stumbling and heaving overhead, breathing hard as she watches Lavigne curl into a fetal position by her feet, still trembling with hurt from the aftershocks of that belly attack. The referee rushes in, takes one final glance at the poor Doll, hesitates for a moment, before launching into a full 10-count, allowing the champion the opportunity to save herself. But it’s a moot count from the very start, with Nessa’s grin growing bit by bit as she watches the aftermath of her own handiwork from the neutral corner. Throughout the count, Avril remains in her curled up, shuddering state, clearly paralyzed from the pain as she spends the entire count gasping for air on the hot sand… 9….10….Avril is all but finished and here’s the final bell and the crowd is going WILD as the referee rapidly signals for the medical team to get in and save the defeated former champ! It’s OVER, folks, in AMD fist-to-tummy fashion! WE HAVE A NEW FLYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

Official Result: Vanessa Hudgens defeats Avril Lavigne via KO10! Vanessa Hudgens is the NEW Flyweight champion!!

AFTER:
And Nessa doesn’t waste any time, immediately shedding her gloves along her stride right back towards Avril! It’s the beginning of her 6th title reign but that apparently can wait when the REAL prize is in the new champion’s sights, as she immediately LUNGES down for Avril’s hair and begins hauling the former champ to her feet!

The Doll still hurting and moaning, her arms cradling her tortured belly as she’s forced to her knees, then upwards with another heave, her stunned face tracing Nessa’s curves on the way up. Then, Nessa still rough-handling her with two hands dug into the hair, physically shoving her back into the corner post once more before systematically DRIVING that knee straight into her midsection, each wicked kneecap cratering her further in half.

And without any room to move, all Avril can do is whimper and moan as her body contorts and bends in Nessa’s firm arms, the Doll’s thighs and legs left criss-crossed as Nessa taunts her repeatedly to her face.

“What’s the matter, Av?!” Nessa half-shouts, half-hisses into the Canadian singer’s shocked face. “Can’t take a few body shots from the AMD champ? How about a few from the new FLYWEIGHT champ then?!” The Lookout superstar giggles before BURYING her fist into the Doll’s destroyed belly again, drilling her knuckles against the soft lower belly flesh to the sound of the blonde’s deep groans before doing it again, and again!

With Lavigne barely conscious at this point, Hudgens proceeds to slap the singer across her face, that open palm sending CRACK after CRACK throughout the stadium, as Lavigne’s eyes roll upwards, her mouth hanging open, struggling to make sense of her current predicament.

“Knew you were used goods,” Nessa continues, seizing her by the side of her hair like a ragdoll. “You couldn’t handle a real woman like me. Not with that flabby, weak-ass body of yours.” Nessa teases before SINKING her bare right fist into Avril’s belly again for emphasis, right on the button, giggling as she elicits another helpless groan from the trembling blonde. “You’re pathetic Av. Bow down to the AMD champ and FITTEST flyweight champ EVER!”

Nessa forces another knee upwards and in, driving it into the center of Lavigne’s lower belly with a THUD and FUMPP! Immediately, Avril begins to crumble, and this time, the new champion allows her to, as Avril slides down, her chin turned upwards, her lips blubbering down the fabric of Nessa’s sweat-soaked bikini top, before sliding straight down the middle of the AMD champ’s toned bronze tummy.

Nessa keeps her grip strong, forcing Lavigne’s face into the curves of her abs and keeping her there for as long as possible, thrusting her own torso inwards so that the older girl’s lips are flush and spread wide over her abs, then dragging downward, slowly and deliberately, tracing over the central line of her tummy, before planting Lavigne’s lips on each individual abdominal muscle, with the Canadian singer too out of it to even protest when her pretty face is used by Hudgens to wipe her own sweat drenched tummy dry.

Finally satisfied, Nessa releases her hold on the former champ, allowing the tummy-smothered Lavigne to collapse back down face down to the sand, butt in air. “NEVER f*ck with me again Av. I’m way too much WOMAN for you.” Nessa sneers down as she places her bare foot on the blonde’s butt, posing cockily for the cameras with her biceps flexed for a few long seconds before she’s handed the flyweight belt, raising it high above her head to some deafening cheers!

Vanessa wins her 6th Flyweight championship tonight and continues to be one of the top pound for pound fighters in the FCBA with no end to her accomplishments in sight. The Lookout! superstar continues her celebrations in and around the ring, basking in the adoration of the fans and her team, while in the background, a concerned Carmen Electra is seen shouting orders at her team as Lavigne is being carried out of the ring on a stretcher after being unable to make a recovery in the ring.

The Canadian must be deeply regretting giving her hated former friend the title shot after today’s results, but this heated Hudgens-Lavigne rivalry is probably far from over if we know anything about the two egos involved. But alas, the Doll and her team will have to live with the consequences of today’s fight for some time now, while the entire flyweight division will have to accept living under Vanessa Hudgens’ reign of terror, yet again!

Congratulations Vanessa Hudgens, the NEW FCBA Flyweight Champion!