BEFORE:

As Vanessa Hudgens strides into the press hall, her compact yet muscular frame draws immediate attention. Her toned arms and sculpted shoulders hint at the rigorous training regimen she's undergone to prepare for this match. Clad in a form-fitting black sports bra and matching leggings, she exudes confidence with every step, her abs visibly defined beneath the fabric.

Opposite her, Lily Collins makes her entrance, her lithe yet athletic build on full display. Her slender arms and narrow waist give way to a set of abs that are lean and well-defined. The Vixen has opted for a vibrant red crop top and high-waisted shorts, a bold choice that accentuates her taut midsection and highlights her commitment to physical fitness.

As Lily takes her seat, a mischievous grin plays across her lips as she addresses the champ. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Pudgens herself," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me, did you have to squeeze into that sports bra, or did it come in your size this time?"

Vanessa shoots back with a smirk of her own. "Oh, Lily, always the charmer," she retorts. "But let's not forget who's been on top in our previous encounters. You've had your chances to snatch this title from me, but you always end up kissing my abs."

Lily rolls her eyes, unfazed. "Please, Vanessa, I've watched your matches. I know your weaknesses," she says, her tone taunting. "And tonight, I'm going to exploit every single one of them. Your abs won't be able to save you this time."

Vanessa leans forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, really?" she replies, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Well, you must enjoy the feeling of my abs against your face then, because you'll be tasting them again tonight, just like old times."

As the moment arrives for the official weigh-ins, both Vanessa and Lily shed their outer layers of clothing, revealing their toned and sculpted physiques underneath. Vanessa confidently strips off her jacket, revealing a sleek sports bra that hugs her torso snugly, accentuating her well-defined abdominal muscles. On the other side of the scale, Lily removes her blouse, revealing a vibrant sports bra that contrasts against her bronzed skin. Her abs, while not as visibly defined, still display impressive definition and tone. With a smirk, she steps onto the scale, exuding confidence despite the playful rivalry between them.

As they stride up to each other for the staredown, the contrast in their builds becomes even more apparent. Vanessa, petite yet powerfully built, stands tall with her shoulders squared, her defined abs on full display beneath her sports bra. Each muscle in her abdomen is sharply delineated. Opposite her, Lily possesses a slightly taller frame, her lean and athletic build exuding an air of confidence as she meets Vanessa's gaze head-on. While her abs may not be as visibly chiseled, they still showcase impressive definition and strength, hinting at the countless hours she's spent honing her physique.

With a steely determination, both fighters lock eyes, their fists tightening as they prepare for the imminent clash. In a swift and calculated move, they simultaneously plug their fists into each other's stomachs with just enough force to elicit a wince and a glare from their opponent. It's a silent yet potent display of their mutual resolve and determination to emerge victorious in the ring.

As Vanessa's knuckles press firmly against Lily's abdomen, she feels the tautness of her muscles beneath her skin. Despite Lily's stoic facade, she can sense a subtle hint of discomfort beneath the surface. With a smirk playing on her lips, she maintains her close proximity, their faces mere inches apart. Nose to nose, she locks eyes with her rival, relishing the opportunity to assert her dominance even in this seemingly mundane exchange. "Feeling a little soft around the edges, Collins?" she quips, her voice laced with playful mockery. "Better tighten those abs if you want to stand a chance against me tonight."

"Careful, Pudgens," Lily retorts, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Wouldn't want to pull a muscle trying to keep up with me tonight. Maybe save some energy for when you'll need it most... like when you're writhing on the canvas in agony." Her lips curl into a sly grin as she meets her foe’'s gaze, her eyes narrowing with a mix of challenge and amusement. With deliberate precision, she presses her knuckles deeper into the side of Vanessa's tummy, just next to her navel, relishing the subtle reaction she elicits.

The taunt from Lily sparks a fiery response from Hudgens, who can't resist the urge to retaliate. With a determined glare, she swings her fist towards Lily, aiming to catch her off guard and gain the upper hand. However, Collins proves quick on her feet, intercepting her blow with swift precision. And before Vanessa can fully react, she retaliates, driving her own fist into her midsection. The impact sends a jolt of discomfort through the champ’s body, but she grits her teeth and fights through it, refusing to show weakness in front of her rival.

The tension escalates as both girls exchange flurries of punches to each other's bodies, their movements fueled by a potent mix of rivalry and determination. The sound of their fists striking flesh echoes through the room, punctuated by grunts of exertion and the occasional hiss of pain. Before the situation can escalate further, the ring officials rush in to intervene, prying both competitors apart before things can get out of hand. Despite their best efforts to continue the confrontation, they are forcibly separated, each shooting defiant glares at the other as they are led away from the podium.

After 24 hours, Vanessa strides confidently towards the ring, her gaze steely and her posture exuding confidence. She is clad in a sleek black sports bra and matching sports shorts that accentuate her toned physique, her abs on full display. With each step, she exudes an air of fierce determination, mentally preparing herself for the battle that lies ahead. Meanwhile, Lily enters the arena with a graceful yet determined stride, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead. Dressed in a vibrant red bikini top and matching sports shorts that complement her fiery spirit.

As they make their final preparations, their fists are wrapped meticulously with white tape, ensuring both protection and stability as they prepare to unleash their full arsenal of punches. With each wrap of the tape, the anticipation in the arena grows, as fans eagerly await the explosive display of skill and athleticism that is about to unfold in the ring.

Finally, both fighters settle into their fight stances from opposite of the ring. And with a wave of the referee’s hand, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of AMD action! This here’s for the AMD title!

ROUND 1:

As the first round unfolds, the physical toll of Hudgens's strategy begins to manifest visibly on Collins. Leveraging her championship experience, the American fighter not only targets Collins's torso with precision but also integrates deceptive face shots that serve to disorient her opponent. Every time a glove connects with Collins's face, causing her head to jerk back, her eyes blinking rapidly as she attempts to refocus. These brief moments of disorientation allow Hudgens to further exploit openings, pushing the British boxer back with well-placed body shots that land with a thud against her midsection. Collins grimaces with each hit, her breath hitching as she absorbs the impact, a clear sign of the punches' effectiveness. In her attempt to mount a counteroffensive, Collins responds to her varied attacks by attempting to close the distance, aiming to reduce the effectiveness of her opponent's longer reach. She fires back with her own series of body shots, hoping to retaliate and regain some control. Each time Collins lands a punch to Hudgens's torso, she tries to follow up with a combination, seeking to keep the American boxer off balance and prevent her from setting up her next series of attacks. However, Hudgens's agility and ring savvy become apparent as she deftly maneuvers to avoid the brunt of her opponent's counterattacks. The experienced American fighter consistently manages to position herself advantageously, using her footwork to create angles for her punches that keep Collins on the defensive. As the round progresses, the effectiveness of Hudgens's strategy becomes increasingly evident. Collins's attempts to counter are met with calculated aggression, her body shots leaving Collins's torso reddened and her movements slightly more labored. Collins's stamina and resolve are put to the test as Hudgens continues to press the advantage, each punch further establishing her dominance in the round. By the time the bell signals the end of Round 1, the wide points victory awarded to the American boxer is a reflection of her strategic execution and control of the fight. Collins, visibly affected by the round's intensity—evidenced by her slower pace back to her corner and the deep breaths she takes to recover—remains determined. The British boxer's corner quickly sets to work, offering tactical advice and encouragement, reminding her of the fight's stakes and the need to adjust her strategy to counter Hudgens's dominance as the match continues.

ROUND 2:

Hudgens adopts an aggressive, almost reckless, strategy that likens her to a mad bull. Charging forward, she keeps her head down and launches fists from the sides in an attempt to overwhelm Collins with sheer force. However, Collins, demonstrating a keen understanding of her opponent's tactics, maintains her composure under pressure. She keeps her guard tight and focused inward, effectively neutralizing Hudgens's side attacks. Collins's defense is not just about blocking; it's a prelude to her own offensive strategy. With Hudgens momentarily thrown off by her steadfast defense, Lily sees her opening. She capitalizes on her aggression, finding space to land sharp punches to the base of her chin. Each connection sends a jolt through Hudgens, visibly dazing her and disrupting her momentum. Collins doesn't relent. Sensing Hudgens's vulnerability, she cleverly keeps the champion in close proximity, refusing to allow her any space to recover. In the heat of Round 2, the Vixen finds her rhythm, her focus laser-sharp on her foe’s midsection. With Hudgens momentarily dazed and held close within Collins's grasp, the stage is set for Lily to deliver a series of meticulously aimed uppercuts, each intended to compromise her ability to mount a comeback. With a calculated precision that belies the ferocity of the moment, Collins drives her glove upward into Hudgens's belly. The first uppercut lands with a resounding thud against her lower abdomen, the force of the blow making her muscles contract reflexively. As Collins continues her assault, each successive uppercut finds its mark with unerring accuracy. The leather of her gloves seems almost to burrow into Hudgens's tummy, the fabric momentarily indenting the skin with each strike. Hudgens, despite her best efforts to brace for impact, can't help but fold over slightly more with each hit. Her eyes tighten, and a grunt escapes her lips, a mix of pain and frustration, as she absorbs the punishing blows. Collins's technique is exemplary, her uppercuts delivered with a blend of speed and power that leaves little room for her to respond. The sound of glove against flesh echoes through the arena, a stark reminder of the physicality of the Abs of Mass Destruction match. With each uppercut, the champ lurches back into Collins's arms, only to be met with another precisely timed strike. Collins's strategy effectively traps her in a cycle of offense and defense, with Lily dictating the pace and direction of the bout. This assault to the midsection takes a toll on Hudgens, her attempts to counter or create distance thwarted by Collins's tactical control of the clinch. The champion, known for her tenacity and skill, finds herself on the back foot, her usual dominance challenged by Collins's strategic offense and effective bodywork. The round not only levels the playing field but also showcases Collins's ability to turn the tide of the bout through smart defense, strategic positioning, and targeted body shots. Vanessa, visibly affected by the round's events, returns to her corner, where her team quickly works to assess and strategize for the rounds ahead, knowing full well the fight is far from over and that adjustments will be key to reclaiming control in this tightly contested match.

ROUND 3:

Fueled by a vow of revenge, Hudgens starts the round with a blitz, charging towards Lily Collins with a barrage of swings. However, her aggression, rather than intimidating, opens her up to vulnerabilities that the Lookout! fighter expertly exploits. Lily adopts a strategy of evasion and counter, maintaining her composure as Vanessa advances. She skillfully backs away from Hudgens's wild swings, employing a combination of blocks and weaves to protect herself from potential damage. This defensive maneuvering not only frustrates her attempts at landing significant blows but also sets the stage for her own counterattack. Seizing the openings created by Vanessa's aggression, Lily snaps sharp combinations into her face and body. Each punch is precise and impactful, the sound of glove meeting flesh punctuating the air. Vanessa's face registers the cumulative effect of the strikes, each hit forcing her to reassess her approach. As Vanessa begins to retreat, her movements betraying the toll of the assault, Lily senses her moment to press the advantage. She closes the distance between them, tying Vanessa up by her hair and shoulders in a clinch that leaves her with no room to maneuver. With the champ held close, she begins to systematically target her waistline with her free fist. The punches keep coming, each one driving into Vanessa's torso with a force that bends her over further into her own embrace. Vanessa reacts to each blow with involuntary grunts, the sound of her discomfort a sharp "Ugh!" and "Hnngh!" that escapes her lips. The close proximity means Vanessa's breaths, expelled with each punishing blow, are warm against Lily's neck and chest, a tangible sign of the bout's intensity. Trapped and absorbing the body shots, she attempts to muster a response, but the precision and ferocity of the attacks leave her struggling to find an effective defense. The round becomes a showcase of Lily's ability to dominate through strategic aggression, her punches systematically breaking down the champ’s resistance. As Vanessa finds herself ensnared in Lily's unyielding clinch, her frustration boils over into a torrent of curses and swears. The Lookout! fighter's usual composure unravels under the pressure, her voice laced with expletives as she vents her irritation and discomfort. Vanessa's attempts to free herself become more desperate; she pushes against Lily's shoulders and torso, trying to create any space between them, but Lily's grip remains steadfast. In a bid to retaliate, she resorts to hammering her fist into the sides of the challenger’s torso. Each punch, thrown with a mix of anger and determination, lands with a muted thud against the ribs. However, the effect of these blows is minimal; Lily's positioning and control within the clinch effectively nullify the force behind her punches. Lily's body absorbs the impact with little sign of distress, her focus unshaken as she maintains the clinch. Vanessa's grunts and curses, a vivid soundtrack to her struggle, punctuate the air. "Damn it!" she exclaims with each thwarted attempt to break free or land a significant strike. Her efforts, though spirited, fail to shift the dynamics of the encounter. As the bell rings to end the round, Vanessa is visibly affected by the onslaught, with Lily's victory via shutout in this round is not just a testament to her skill but also her tactical understanding of the bout, marking a significant moment in the match.

ROUND 4:

In Round 4, a gritty comeback unfolds from Hudgens. The round opens with her landing a stunning hook to Lily Collins's temple, a perfectly timed strike that sends shockwaves through the Vixen. Collins, caught off-guard, is visibly dazed by the hit, her equilibrium momentarily disrupted, signaling a shift in momentum. Capitalizing on Collins's vulnerability, Vanessa adopts an aggressive posture, her focus sharp as she closes the distance between them. With a predatory precision, she launches a series of hooks aimed at Collins's body, each punch designed to corral her back into a corner. Lily, still reeling from the initial hook, attempts to regroup, her arms working to block and deflect Hudgens's advances. Despite her efforts, Collins finds herself being steadily driven back, Hudgens' attack forcing her into a defensive stance against the ropes. In this confined space, the dynamic between the fighters intensifies. Lily, cornered but far from defeated, scrambles for a counterstrategy, throwing punches in a desperate bid to reclaim some control. The result is a tangled clash against the ropes, where both fighters find themselves locked in a gritty exchange. Both girls, bound by the close quarters, take turns landing precise shots into each other's belly buttons. Each punch sinks into the other’s abdomen, drawing grunts and wincing expressions from both fighters. Vanessa's fists, powered by a mix of technique and raw determination, find their mark with a thudding regularity, Lily's body absorbing the blows with visible strain. Conversely, Lily's retaliatory punches, though thrown from a compromised position, are no less effective, her gloves driving into Vanessa's midsection with a satisfying thump, her determination to fight back undiminished by the round's challenging outset. As the round progresses, the exchange against the ropes becomes a test of wills, a physical dialogue punctuated by the thud of gloves against flesh and the shared breaths of exertion. Both fighters showcase their toughness and adaptability, turning what could have been a moment of vulnerability into an opportunity to demonstrate their fighting spirit. In the heated exchange against the ropes in Round 4, both girls engage in a battle of attrition, each fighter intent on targeting the other's midsection with precision and power. The close quarters of their clinch amplify the intensity of the confrontation, with each punch thrown carrying a clear intent to weaken and wear down the opponent. Vanessa, seizing opportunities, drives her gloves into Collins's abs with a ferocity that underscores her determination. Each impact of her glove against Collins's waistline is marked by the distinct sound of leather compressing against flesh. Hudgens's technique focuses on carving out Collins's tummy, her fists twisting and turning upon contact, aiming to maximize the discomfort and disrupt Collins's breathing rhythm. The effectiveness of Vanessa's punches is evident in the way Lily's body reacts—each hit causing her midsection to momentarily cave, a visible indentation forming around her embedding glove. Simultaneously, Collins mounts her own offensive, her punches targeting Vanessa's abdomen with equal intent. Collins's strategy mirrors that of Hudgens, her fists seeking to penetrate Vanessa's guard and land with impactful precision. Lily's punches pack leather into Vanessa's flesh, the force sufficient to push her back, even as she maintains her grip. Her arms work in a rhythmic pattern, alternating between defense and attack, her gloves finding Vanessa's waistline and driving in deep. The sight of them sinking into her abs, striving to etch out a physical advantage, illustrates the grueling nature of their exchange. As both fighters trade shots, their breathing becomes labored, punctuated by the exertion of their efforts. Both their grunts of effort and the sharp exhales with each punch landed fill the air, a raw audio backdrop to their physical struggle. Their bodies tense with each strike absorbed and relaxing momentarily as they prepare to return fire. This exchange, a visceral showcase of determination and resilience, becomes a defining moment of the round. When the bell finally rings to signal the end of Round 4, Vanessa narrowly emerges as the victor on points, her early dominance and strategic body shots earning her the judges' favor.

ROUND 5:

Right from the bell, Vanessa adopts an aggressive stance, closing the distance between herself and Lily with a determined charge. The intensity in her eyes is unmistakable; she's on the hunt, with her rival squarely in her sights. The climax comes swiftly, a calculated strike to Lily's sternum that lands with a sickening thud. The precision and power behind the punch are such that Lily is immediately folded over, her body involuntarily crumpling from the impact. This devastating blow forces the challenger into a hasty retreat, but Vanessa's pursuit leaves her cornered with nowhere to escape. In the critical moments leading up to the knockdown,she zeroes in with the precision of a seasoned fighter. Lily finds herself backed into the corner turnbuckle, which becomes her only means of support against the storm. Left trapped and vulnerable, Vanessa, with a tactical awareness sharpened by the bout's intensity, expertly circumvents her attempts to shield her torso. Her fists target the exposed areas of her torso. Left and right, her gloves crash against the flesh, the sound of leather on skin echoing through the arena. Vanessa meticulously works over her torso, her punches navigating up and down, left, right, and center, leaving no area unchallenged. She positions herself menacingly close, their bodies almost touching, intensely claustrophobic. In this proximity, Vanessa unleashes a series of devastating uppercuts, each one meticulously aimed at the pit of Lily's belly. The force behind each punch is monumental, her fists acting as pistons, driving upward with a rhythmic ferocity that the Vixen struggles to counter. With each uppercut, her knuckles dig deep into the torso. The punches land with a chilling precision, folding her opponent over her advancing gloves. Each connection sends shockwaves through Lily’s frame, her body reacting instinctively to the intrusion with spasms of pain and attempts to recoil. Vanessa, however, is persistent. The pounding to Lily's belly takes its toll, her midsection absorbing punishment that bends her body over her fists, each strike drawing her closer to the brink.

Finally, Lily's legs, which have been her foundation throughout the bout, begin to betray her. And in the climactic moment of Round 5, Vanessa delivers a final uppercut that sinks into the tummy flesh, the force of the punch folding her body over her buried fist. But even then, she doesn't retract her fist immediately; instead, she keeps it buried within the abdomen, twisting the flesh, exacerbating her pain and disorientation. Lily, overwhelmed by the ferocity of the strike, finds her body reacting instinctively. Her legs, once a stable foundation, betray her as they buckle under the strain. The strength that had sustained her thus far drains away, leaving her unable to support herself. She begins a slow, inevitable slide down Vanessa's frame, her body conceding defeat even as her spirit rails against the outcome. This moment, with Lily collapsing against her rival, is poignant—a stark illustration of the brutal ballet that is boxing. The champ stands firm, her arm still ensnaring her, her fist still embedded in her foe’s abdomen. Her hands, which might have been clawing at Vanessa's shoulders or neck in a desperate attempt to find purchase, to stabilize herself against the onslaught, gradually lose their grip. The fingers, once tense and pressing into Vanessa's skin, now slacken, a sign of her fading capacity to fight back. As she slides, Lily's body folds over Vanessa's still-embedded fist, the motion accentuating the contortion of her abdomen around the point of impact. Her torso bends unnaturally, the fabric of her attire straining against her body, outlining the deformation caused by Vanessa's fists. Her face, a portrait of determination now marred by the onset of defeat, turns slightly towards Vanessa's shoulder. Her eyes, possibly clouded with the haze of pain and disorientation, may no longer focus on the arena around her, but rather on the immediate ordeal of her descent. Her mouth, partly open in an unvoiced protest or gasp for air, reveals a gumshield that has been pushed to the brink of her lips by the force of her grimace.

With a triumphant smirk curling her lips, Vanessa leans over, her grip firm in the top of Lily's hair as she boasts about her superior abs and tummy. "Looks like you can't wait to get a taste of these, huh?" she taunts, her voice laced with confidence and arrogance. Guiding Lily's lips over each curve of her toned waistline, she revels in the opportunity to assert her dominance. With each movement, she accentuates the contours of her chiseled abdomen, daring her rival to acknowledge her strength and resilience in the face of defeat. As Vanessa presses ger face firmly against her toned abdomen, each of Lily's heavy exhalations becomes a struggle for breath. Her lips, pressed against the firm muscles, move rhythmically as she fights to draw in air, only to find her efforts stifled by the unyielding pressure of her rival’s body. With each exhale, Lily's lips part slightly, allowing the rush of air to escape in short bursts. The sensation of being smothered against her rival's tummy adds an element of desperation to her breathing, as if each breath is a precious commodity to be fought for and savored. Despite the discomfort, Lily's determination shines through as she refuses to yield. Her lips continue to move against Vanessa's abdomen, seeking out even the smallest pocket of air to sustain her in the midst of their intense struggle. The sound of her labored breathing fills the air, a visceral reminder of the physical and psychological toll of their battle.

As Collins kneels, the aftermath of Hudgens's assault is written across her entire being, but she is not alone in her moment of vulnerability. Hudgens, embodying both victor and support, maintains her hold on Collins, her hands gripping Collins's shoulders, the back of her head, and neck. This connection between the two fighters adds a layer of complexity to the scene, transforming it from a simple narrative of defeat to one of intertwined fates within the ring. Collins's face, a canvas of exhaustion and the impact of battle, tilts slightly upward, guided by her firm grip. Her eyes, perhaps dimmed by the physical and emotional toll of the fight, are caught in a moment of reflection, their gaze meeting Hudgens's or drifting into the middle distance, processing the reality of her predicament. The flush of exertion that once colored her cheeks may now blend with the pallor of defeat. Her lips, parted in an effort to gasp for air amidst the struggle, remain slightly open, a silent echo of her body's demand for oxygen that Hudgens's hold might make all the more urgent. The gumshield, dislodged in the throes of combat, peeks out, a small but significant symbol of the battle waged and the defenses breached. With Hudgens's hands securing her position, Collins's arms dangle or rest weakly against her shoulders and torso, their previous activity—defending, striking, grappling—reduced to a memory. The lack of resistance in her limbs speaks to the completeness of her dominance in those final moments, as well as to Collins's current state of surrender to the circumstances.

As the referee's count echoes through the ring, Collins starts to stir. Initially, her movements are hesitant, a reflection of the struggle within as she fights against both the pain and the disorientation. Her hands press against the mat, a physical manifestation of her inner resolve, as she attempts to leverage herself back into a standing position. By the count of 8, Collins achieves what moments ago seemed a daunting task; she pushes herself upright, her legs steady beneath her once more. The crowd responds with a mixture of awe and encouragement, recognizing the sheer willpower it takes to stand after such a devastating blow. Collins's eyes, once clouded with the immediate aftermath of the knockdown, now burn with renewed focus and determination. The round resumes, and with it, Collins's opportunity to redefine the narrative of the bout. Despite the visible signs of the battle she's endured—her stance perhaps a shade less confident, her movements tinged with caution—Collins's spirit remains unbroken. She navigates the remaining time with a blend of defense and measured aggression. This segment of the match, marked by Collins's recovery and continuation of the fight, stands as a powerful reminder of the resilience and tenacity inherent to competitors at the highest levels of boxing. Collins's ability to rise and fight on, even in the face of daunting odds, encapsulates the essence of the sport—apursuit of excellence, regardless of the challenges encountered along the way.

ROUND 6:

Hudgens, sensing an opportunity to seal her victory, launches a vigorous attempt to rush Lily down, her strategy aimed at overwhelming her opponent with a barrage designed to conclude the fight. However, Lily, fueled by a blend of resilience and strategic acumen, is prepared to mount a formidable defense. As Vanessa advances, the Vixen showcases her agility and defensive prowess. She moves with a purpose, her footwork keeping her just out of reach of her foe’s most dangerous assaults. Her guard is robust, particularly around her midsection, where she successfully deflects a series of targeted shots aimed at her tummy. This defensive maneuvering is not just about survival; it sets the stage for her counterattack. Finding her rhythm, Lily begins to exploit openings in Vanessa's offense. Her fists, precise and quick, shoot through the gaps in her arms, landing clean, impactful strikes on her opponent's cheek and chin. These hits accumulate, their effect visibly manifesting as the champ starts to show signs of disorientation by the second minute of the round. Lily's ability to turn the tables, to transition from defense to offense, underscores her tactical depth and fighting spirit. With Vanessa momentarily dazed, she advances, her own punches now finding their mark with increased frequency. She targets the champ’s torso, her fists banging into the exposed tummy flesh. Each hit causes her abs to tremble, a visible indicator of the punches' efficacy.. By the round's conclusion, Lily's strategic offensive, coupled with her resilient defense, allows her to edge out her adversary in terms of points. This victory within the round is more than a numerical advantage on the scorecards. Round 6, with its shifts in momentum and displays of both fighters' skill and determination, encapsulates the dynamic and unpredictable nature of boxing. Lily's ability to rebound from a knockdown and assert her dominance in the round speaks to her character as a fighter, highlighting the perseverance and tenacity that define champions. As the bell signals the end of the round, both combatants return to their corners, aware that the match's outcome remains undecided, with everything still to fight for in the rounds that remain.

ROUND 7:

Vanessa, fueled by the urgency of the moment and the desire to reclaim control of the match, presses forward, her focus laser-sharp on Lily's torso. She aims to exploit this positioning, hoping to overwhelm her opponent with a torrent of body shots that might secure her the victory. However, Lily, fueled by a blend of resilience and strategic acumen, is not a passive recipient of Vanessa's aggression. Aware of the critical nature of her rival's strategy, she instinctively braces her body for the incoming barrage. Her abdominal muscles tense, becoming a shield against her foe’s pursuit. This act of bracing is both a physical and mental preparation. As Vanessa's gloves find their mark, her preparedness mitigates the damage. Each punch that lands on her braced torso is absorbed and deflected, the effectiveness of her strikes diminished by Lily's anticipatory stance. Her forearms and elbows work in concert to protect her midsection, redirecting some of Vanessa's power away from its intended targets. This dance of attack and defense is a critical component of the round's early exchanges. She understands that surviving Vanessa's initial push is essential to turning the tide in her favor. Despite the pressure, Lily remains composed, her breathing controlled even as she absorbs her punches. This composure under fire allows her to look for openings, to transition from defense to offense as the opportunity arises. With her back against the ropes and Vanessa pressing in, the Vixen finds an inner strength to respond with pinpoint accuracy, her own gloves targeting Vanessa's waistline with precision and force. Her knuckles make contact with the champ’s trembling abdomen, each hit resonating with the determination of a fighter who knows the tide is turning in her favor.

The turning point comes as Lily shifts her focus to the area around Vanessa's navel, a critical target in this AMD bout. Her fists, moving with a blend of speed and power, bang and bash and spank off her midsection, with Vanessa's defenses beginning to falter as her counters begin with more and more calculated strikes to her face. Collins aims her punches with meticulous care, targeting her cheek and chin. And Vanessa, caught by the suddenness and accuracy of the strikes, finds herself momentarily dazed. This daze is Lily's opening, a crack in her armor that she exploits with precision. The reddening of her face serves as a precursor to the next phase: With Vanessa reeling, Lily shifts her focus downward, to her torso, where the battle for dominance continues. Vanessa's abs, already under strain from the match's intensity, become her new target. Lily's fists find their mark, each punch designed to fold her over. Vanessa's abs, toned from training but reddened from the bout's exertions, tremble under the onslaught, as glove after glove is driven into her body with unrelenting force, each connection folding her further over. Lily moves in closer, her intentions clear and her execution precise. She wraps one arm around Vanessa's chin and neck, an embrace that serves dual purposes—it steadies the champ, preventing her from escaping the onslaught, and positions her perfectly for the next phase of her attack. Then, with her rival secured and her mobility limited, Lily further targets her heaving tummy that betrays Vanessa's exertion and vulnerability. Her fist, clenched and determined, is driven upward into her abdomen with deliberate force. The impact of each punch is methodical, a calculated effort to sap the champ of her remaining strength, finding its mark on her heaving tummy. Amidst this physical chess match, a subtle yet poignant detail emerges—her lips, inadvertently or by the natural consequence of their proximity, press close to Vanessa's trembling cheek. And as Nessa’s body absorbs the blows, contracting with each strike, her breaths become more labored as the air is methodically forced from her lungs. These expelled breaths, varying in intensity with the force of each blow, create a rhythmic soundtrack to the struggle unfolding within the clinch. Vanessa's own attempts to draw breath become more desperate, her body's automatic effort to compensate for the oxygen being driven from her lungs with each strike. Simultaneously, her efforts to extricate herself from Lily's iron grip become increasingly frantic. Her hands, seeking any leverage or weakness, pry at Lily's arm wrapped around her neck, a futile attempt to loosen the hold that binds her so tightly. Other times, Vanessa's fists, driven by instinct and desperation, bang uselessly against Lily's torso and ribs. These counterstrikes, though earnest, lack the force and precision needed to deter Lily. Instead, they serve as a stark contrast to the effectiveness of Lily's own punches, highlighting the disparity in control and power between the two fighters at this moment.

Following the immediate contraction, there's a noticeable expansion of Vanessa's belly as she attempts to brace herself for subsequent blows. This expansion is both a physical and tactical response. Physically, it's an effort to reintroduce stability and resilience to an area momentarily compromised by Lily's punch. Tactically, it represents her determination to regain her footing in the match, to bolster her defenses against the pressure from her opponent. As Lily's glove connects with the piercing, the force of the punch drives the silver diamond inward, pressing it against the skin and flesh of her navel. This action creates a moment of acute discomfort, beyond the general strain of the body shots. The piercing, designed as a decorative piece, becomes an unintended focal point of her own vulnerability in this exchange. The sensation is sharp, a poignant reminder of the piercing's presence and its unexpected role in the bout. Vanessa's involuntary reaction to these hits is more pronounced—her body tensing sharply, a reflexive attempt to protect the suddenly sensitive area. With each glove's impact, her responses vary in sound, mirroring the intensity and location of the strikes. A deep, forceful punch to the center of her abdomen elicits a strained "hhnnhgghh!" from deep within her throat, a sound that reverberates with the effort to absorb the blow and brace for the next. Another punch, perhaps one that drives the navel piercing inward or targets a particularly tender spot, provokes a more ragged "hauuughhh!" With each successive punch—"Whump!" and "Thud!"—the sounds of Lily's gloves making contact with her body punctuate the arena.

Vanessa, for all her resilience and combat prowess, finds herself increasingly unable to absorb the onslaught. The shots to her torso cause her muscles to contract reflexively in a desperate attempt to shield her from further harm. Her breathing becomes ragged, a series of sharp exhales—"Huff!" "Gahh!"—that betray the toll the encounter is taking on her. Despite her best efforts to maintain her footing, to counter and defend against Lily's attacks, the champ finally reaches a breaking point. Overwhelmed by the cumulative effect of the punches to her midsection, her legs falter, her strength ebbs, and she collapses inward, a physical capitulation to the forces arrayed against her. As she falls to her knees in shock, a reflexive instinct for self-preservation kicks in--she reaches out, her hands grasping at Lily's frame in a desperate bid to keep herself upright. And as Vanessa begins her descent, Lily reaches out, her own arms wrapping around her foe’s head, neck, and shoulders, guiding Nessa’s shocked lips down her weathered body, ensuring they trace the central curve of her pulsing abdomen, a path marked by the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. The sensation of Vanessa's lips against her skin sends a shiver down Lily's spine, a visceral reminder of the intimacy and intensity of their shared struggle within the ring. With each inch of descent, the champ’s lips finally come to rest over Lily's navel, a focal point of vulnerability and resilience in this heated confrontation. The warmth of her breath against her skin, coupled with the weight of her body, creates a terse connection between the two fighters, transcending the physicality of the bout. The arena falls into a tense silence as Vanessa finally hits the floor, the sound of her body meeting the canvas echoing through the space, a stark reminder of the sport's unforgiving nature. Despite the support from her corner and the encouragement from the fans, the champ finds herself in a position she desperately sought to avoid, as the referee moves in, beginning the mandatory count. With her hands buried in her hair and wrapped around her neck, Lily first looms over her hated rival, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Come on, Pudgens," she taunts, her voice laced with derision. "Why don't you give up already? You know you can't handle the heat down here." Her tone drips with sarcasm as she continues, "Or maybe you'd rather just kiss my tummy and call it a day? It's the closest you'll get to victory against me." Lily's words are delivered with a mixture of confidence and contempt, her dominance over Vanessa evident as she goads her from above. With a forceful thrust of her hips, Lily presses her parted lips against her pulsing navel and sculpted abs. Meanwhile, Vanessa's breaths come heavily over her exposed midsection, the warmth of her exhalations brushing against her skin. As the tension reaches its peak, the referee swiftly intervenes, stepping in to break up the intimate and taunting display between them. With a firm grip, the referee pulls Lily away, creating a physical barrier between the two fighters. The interruption brings a temporary halt to the charged atmosphere in the ring, as the audience watches with bated breath to see the next turn of events. Meanwhile, Vanessa, now free from Lily's grasp, falls to her side and curls into a protective ball, hugging her body tightly. The knockdown and the assault on her abdomen have taken their toll, leaving her vulnerable and in need of a moment to regroup. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, her body visibly trembling with exhaustion and pain as she attempts to gather herself amidst the chaos of the ring. As the count progresses, however, Vanessa strains to rise against the canvas, her body grappling with the physical toll of the match, fighting through the exhaustion and the pain in a bid to reclaim her standing. Yet, as the referee's count nears its conclusion, it becomes clear that Vanessa's spirit, though unbroken, is housed within a body that has reached its limit for the night! That’s it! The count of 10 is reached, and that means we have a new champ!

Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Vanessa Hudgens! Lily is the NEW AMD Champion!!

AFTER:

After officially winning the match, Lily's eyes gleam with a mix of triumph and determination. She wastes no time in asserting her dominance further, grabbing Vanessa by her hair and forcefully dragging her up to her feet. Vanessa, still dazed from the intense bout, attempts to muster a resistance, but Lily's grip is unrelenting.

With a firm hand on her hair, Lily leads her towards one of the corner turnbuckles, her steps purposeful and deliberate. Vanessa's movements are sluggish and uncoordinated, her attempts to break free feeble against Lily's overpowering strength.

As they reach the corner, Vanessa's back meets the unforgiving metal post with a resounding thud, eliciting a groan of pain from her lips. Before she can gather her bearings, Lily delivers a swift and punishing knee strike to her lower belly, the impact driving the air from her lungs in a sharp gasp.

Vanessa's body instinctively curls inward, her arms wrapping protectively around her midsection as she tries to recover from the debilitating blow. Lily stands tall and imposing, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches her opponent wilt under her dominance.

With a tight grip on Vanessa's hair, Lily's eyes narrow with determination as she drives her knee and thigh repeatedly into her trembling abs. Each blow lands on her body as she grunts in pain with each strike. Lily's taunts rain down from above, mocking her weakness and inability to withstand her onslaught.

"Is this all you've got, Hudgens?" Lily jeers, her voice dripping with contempt. "I expected more from the so-called champ!"

Vanessa's attempts to fend off the assault are futile, her arms wrapped around her midsection in a desperate attempt to shield her vulnerable abdomen. But Lily's blows continue unabated, each one driving deeper into her weakening defenses.

"Come on, baby, give up already!" Lily taunts, her voice laced with mockery as she inflicts further punishment on her helpless opponent. "Your precious abs aren't looking so tough now, are they?"

Despite Vanessa's best efforts to endure, the barrage of strikes takes its toll, her body buckling under the ferocity of Lily's attack. With each blow, her resolve wanes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to remain standing against the onslaught.

As Lily prepares to deliver the final blow, her confidence soaring, Vanessa summons her remaining strength and determination. With a swift movement, she blocks another knee strike, her arms snapping up to intercept the blow. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she retaliates with an unexpected uppercut, driving her fist into the pit of Lily's stomach with all the force she can muster.

The impact is immediate and decisive. Lily's body recoils, her breath forced from her lungs with a sharp grunt as she doubles over in pain, her grip on Vanessa's hair loosening in surprise and agony. Instead, Vanessa’s instincts take over as she grabs hold of Lily's hair and swiftly turns the tables.

As the tense exchange unfolds, both fighters s find themselves locked in a fierce battle, their bodies pressed close in the heat of the contest. With each punch thrown, the sound of knuckles makes a sharp "Thwack!" as Vanessa's compact uppercut finds its mark on Lily's abdomen.

The force of the blow causes Lily's body to momentarily recoil. Her back arches, her torso lurching forward as she instinctively tries to absorb the shock of the punch. A low grunt escapes her lips, her eyes widening momentarily in response to the sudden surge of pain.

Despite the ferocity of Vanessa's attack, Lily remains steadfast, her arms cradling her waistline as she fights to maintain her balance. Yet, even as she reels from the blow, her grip on Vanessa's hair remains firm, a silent declaration of her refusal to be dominated.

Not to be outdone, Lily retaliates with a swift uppercut of her own, aimed directly at Vanessa's belly with laser-like precision. The sound of Lily's fist connecting with her midsection echoes through the arena—a solid "Thump!" that punctuates the air with undeniable force.

Vanessa's reaction is immediate, her body instinctively tensing against the blow. Her torso lurches backward slightly, her arms tightening around her waistline in an effort to mitigate the pain. A sharp exhale escapes her lips, the sound muffled by the intensity of the moment.

Yet, even as she feels the sting of Lily's counterattack, Vanessa remains resolute. Her eyes narrow in determination, her focus unwavering as she prepares to weather the storm. Despite the searing pain coursing through her body, she refuses to yield, her grip on Lily's hair tightening as she braces herself for the next onslaught.

This back-and-forth exchange continues, each punch landing with increasing intensity as both girls push themselves to their limits. With every strike, the air crackles with anticipation, the audience holding their breath as they witness the raw power and determination on display.

With a powerful shove, Vanessa propels Lily towards the turnbuckle, the force of her momentum sending her crashing into the padded corner with a resounding thud. The tables have turned in an instant, and now it's Lily who finds herself at Vanessa's mercy, her back pressed against the unforgiving metal of the turnbuckle.

The roles reversed, Vanessa's eyes blaze with determination as she prepares to deliver her own punishment. With Lily momentarily stunned and vulnerable, Vanessa wastes no time in exacting her revenge, her grip on her hair firm and unyielding as she prepares to unleash her fury upon her fallen rival.

As Vanessa's fists rain down upon Lily's abdomen, her body instinctively recoils in response to the relentless attack. With each impact, a jolt of pain shoots through Lily's core, causing her muscles to tense and contra1ct in a desperate attempt to mitigate the force of the blows.

Her torso quivers with each punch, the muscles beneath her skin rippling and writhing as they struggle to absorb the punishing assault. The sensation is akin to a series of electric shocks coursing through her body, leaving Lily feeling momentarily paralyzed by the overwhelming intensity of the attack.

Despite her best efforts to remain composed, Lily's breath catches in her throat with each strike, the air expelled from her lungs in short, ragged gasps. Her arms, pressed tightly against the turnbuckle, offer little protection against Vanessa's onslaught, leaving her vulnerable and exposed to the punishing blows.

With each punch, Lily's body jerks involuntarily. Her abdomen, already tender and bruised from the previous rounds, protests with every blow, each one driving her further and further towards the brink of surrender.

Vanessa's attack continues, her knuckles meeting Lily's tummy flesh with dull, heavy "whudds" and "puds". With each strike, the air is forcefully expelled from Lily's lips in a series of strained "haauughs" and "hngngghhs," the sounds echoing the pain and effort of her resistance.

As Lily slides down the turnbuckle, Vanessa wastes no time in crowding in, pressing her body close, smothering her with her own presence. With a tight grip on her hair, the former champ guides her shocked face and parted lips down her chest and the tortured curves of her own abdomen. Lily's face is led by Vanessa's firm hold, unable to resist as she is brought closer and closer to her pulsing belly. Vanessa's abdomen, battered, but still looking chiseled and defined, rises and falls with each breath, hungry to be tasted.

With each inch that Lily's body descends, her lips trace a path along Vanessa's skin one last time, leaving a trail of warmth and moisture in their wake. The sensation is both intimate and agonizing, a reminder of the closeness shared between rivals in the heat of battle. As Lily's descent comes to an end, her lips finally come to rest against Vanessa's pulsing belly, her breath mingling with the scent of sweat and exertion. It's a moment of surrender, a recognition of her rival’s continued dominance in the ring.

Finally, Lily's lips are left parted wide and breathing heavily on Vanessa's navel itself. The intimacy of the moment is underscored by the physical contact and the shared breaths between rivals turned adversaries.

With each exhale, Lily's warm breath washes over the extent of her torso. Vanessa maintains her grip on her hair, ensuring that she remains firmly pressed against her stomach. The brunette relishes the moment, her grip firm as she gazes down at her fallen opponent. A smirk plays across her lips as she taunts Lily, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"How does it feel, champ?" Vanessa's words are laced with mockery, each syllable delivered with a sense of triumph. "Enjoying the taste of superior tummy down there?"

Despite Lily's victory in the match, Vanessa's taunt serves as a reminder of who truly holds the upper hand in this moment. Lily may have won the fight, but her dominance in this intimate exchange speaks volumes.