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12 May 2024 Lily Collins vs Vanessa Hudgens

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AHW: LOOKOUT! VS. VIXENS STABLE WAR

Posted by caspian on 12 May 2024 at 9:38 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

3. Lily Collins vs. Vanessa Hudgens

Lily:
(34, 5’5, 112 lbs, VIXENs)

Vanessa:
(35, 5’2, 110 lbs, Lookout! Boxing)

ROUND 1:
Hudgens, a whirlwind of dark hair and flashing eyes, had the upper hand early. Lily was bruised and panting against the unforgiving wall. And she was trapped, her arms pinned against her sides or against the surface in a cruel parody of an embrace. The hungry ex-AMD champ’s breath, hot and ragged, ghosted against her neck as each word echoed the percussive thud of fists slamming into flesh. "Feeling this, Lils?" Vanessa hissed, her once cheerful voice now a rasping snarl. "Remember our last fight? Bet that victory tasted sweet. How does it feel now, huh?" Her target was clear, as short, snappy punches made impact with Lily's exposed abdomen. These were short, sharp pistons that targeted the toned flesh and reminiscent of Hudgens’ previous title defense against a certain Camila Mendes. This time, it was the Vixen’s stomach that convulsed with each strike, a different kind of pain radiating through her body, insidious, coiling like a serpent around her insides. Her breath left in strangled, choking gasps, each one a tiny plea for mercy that went unanswered. Hudgens targeted her navel to focus and intensify her agony. Each blow twisted in, sending a burning jolt that shot through Lily's nerves.

Tears of frustration blurred Lily’s vision. All her training, all her discipline reduced to this pathetic, shivering form against the wall. Hudgens was breaking her in half, piece by piece, reveling in destroying not just her fight, but her spirit. It was clear the Lookout! starlet wanted revenge, and what better way than this? And once Lily was on the ground, groaning, hugging her body, with a sickening sound of tearing fabric, Hudgens ripped and laid into her some more, her leggings and cotton underwear torn off and exposing several patches of vulnerable skin. Then, with a feral twist, she shifted her weight, hooking her legs around Lily's in a vicious grapevine. Below, the Vixen thrashed, a desperate attempt to break the hold, of course, but her cries of defiance became pained whimpers, muffled against the threadbare carpet. Hudgens, positioned above, used her body to smother the leaner girl’s, her knees dug into her shoulder blades, locking her torso painfully to the floor. Even Lily's head wasn't spared, forced sideways against the unyielding carpet with a hand dug firmly into her roots. Then, with her free hand, she lowered the rest of her body downwards, deliberately pressing her exposed, pulsing tummy down into her rival’s face. "One!" Hudgens rasped, a dark parody of a referee’s count. Lily could only gasp below, her eyes shut with desperation and the burning humiliation of her rival’s abs being forced into her lips. The carpet, rough beneath her skin, smelled of dust and old sweat, reminders of countless training sessions now twisted into a grotesque parody. Hudgen’s tummy, still pristine and triumphant, continued to pound against her cheek. And above, the harsh light seemed to pulse in time with her pounding heart. "Two!" Vanessa spat, her voice barely louder than a whisper, yet filled with a malice that cut deeper than any punch. A choke escaped Lily's throat, as the crushing press of Nessa’s thighs weighed against her own, her fighting spirit ground into the stained carpet alongside her body. "Three!"

Vanessa wins the first fall!

ROUND 2:
Lily’s fingers knotted in Hudgens' wild hair, yanking viciously, maneuvering the dazed girl against the wall with a bone-jarring thud. Hudgens, momentarily stunned, gasped for air, before Lily rammed a fist into her exposed stomach with a gut-churning thwack that stole the air from her lungs. Her fist found its mark again, this time targeting Hudgens' belly button. The first strike was a shock, the second a searing spike of agony. "Think you’re hot sh*t, do ya, Nessie?" Lily taunted, sending a harsh slap ringing across her face. Hudgens doubled over after another fist was shoved into her trembling belly, a choked gasp escaping her lips. But Lily wouldn't allow her to recover. She tightened her grip on her hair, yanking her before drilling her balled fist into her tummy. Again, and again. The blows weren't measured, calculated strikes, but raw and brutal, each blow forcing another strangled cry from Hudgens, her arms windmilling feebly, desperate to escape the punishing rhythm. Her vision blurred, her breath hitched in pathetic sobs. "This is for every cheap shot," Lily spat, another stinging slap landing on her cheekbone. "This is for every time you pressed your pathetic abs into my face.” With each word, a vicious blow convulsed into her stomach, her body crumpling further with every impact. Hudgens' legs quivered, threatening to give out.

Lily, her face contorted with a mix of fury and grim determination, targeted a new focal point – the glinting diamond stud nestled in Nessa's navel piercing, the once-dainty diamond becoming a weapon against its wearer, with the delicate chain jolting with each brutal thrust inwards. Nessa, gasping for breath and fighting a wave of nausea, tried to fight back. Her arms flailed, desperate punches aimed at Lily's face, but they landed with the strength of a kitten. The air had been knocked out of her lungs and she couldn’t use the rest of her pinned body for extra momentum. The AMD champ simply tightened her grip on her hair and continued her repeated beating of tummy, each uppercut folding her body deeper and deeper into the brutal embrace. Racked with sobs and tremors, she began to crumple. Her once-proud posture slumped, the wall providing the only support against the relentless assault. The diamond pendant, once a symbol of rebellion and sass, now dangled precariously, a silent witness to her utter defeat. A final fist sank into her toned, battered flesh with a sickening squelch, and a strangled gasp, a wet, choked sound, ripped from her throat. The impact reverberated through Lily's arm, a dull ache that did little to diminish her fury. The diamond pendant jangled wildly and finally, Nessa’s body buckled. Her knees hit the threadbare carpet with a dull thud that reverberated through the room. Yet, her ordeal wasn't over.

Lily wouldn't let it end with just a physical victory. This was about breaking Nessa's spirit, humiliating her with a vicious echo of their previous battles. With a cruel yank of her dark hair, she forced her down completely and dragged her across the rough carpet, the abrasive texture adding to the sting of defeat. A pathetic whimper escaped Nessa's lips, tears and snot mixing with the dust coating the floor. When they reached the center of the wreckage, Lily executed her final act of dominance, roughly shoving her trembling lips into her own abs. She held Nessa there, on her knees, a cruel parody of affection, her own once-smooth skin now a rough landscape of bruises and broken blood vessels. "This is where you belong, Nessie," Lily sneered. "Defeated, kissing my abs." With a final vicious twist, she released her hair and flung her across the room, the action accompanied by a satisfying crack of dark locks whipping through the air. Nessa slammed against a legless table, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Immediately, Lily stalked towards her, conscious of having to actually make her win official. There was little mercy in her eyes when she dropped onto Nessa's prone form, straddling her head and neck with the practiced ease of a professional wrestler. "One!" She punctuated the count with a sharp slap across her cheek, her voice ringing with triumph. Below, Nessa could barely struggle. Each breath was a ragged sob, her limbs heavy and her eyes filled with a chilling mix of fear and shame. "Two!" Another slap, another cry of pain that was more a pathetic whimper. "Three!" The second round was over. Lily leaned down, her voice a venomous whisper in her ear. "Stay down, if you know what’s good for you.”

Lily wins the second fall!

ROUND 3:
The fight dissolved into a chaotic mess of punches, elbows, and hair-pulling. They were two cornered animals, clawing and biting at each other with a ferocity devoid of any semblance of technique. Lily, momentarily stunned by the suddenness of the attack, found herself on the defensive. Nessa rained down wild blows, desperate to regain control. But Lily weathered the storm. With a powerful twist, she managed to flip Nessa onto her back, pinning her shoulders to the floor. Straddling her chest, she rained down measured punches, targeting her exposed face. But Nessa, filled with pain and defiance, wouldn't go down easily. With a guttural scream, she bucked her hips, sending her sprawling off balance.

They scrambled back to their feet, and instantly threw themselves at each other once more. Lily and Vanessa, bathed in a sheen of sweat, were locked in a clinch, where Lily unleashed punches on her target from before: the diamond-encrusted navel piercing that adorned Vanessa's toned stomach. With a vicious twist of her hips, she connected a short, brutal hook. Her fist, a battering ram of coiled muscle, slammed into the flesh surrounding the navel with a muffled thud punctuated by a sharp yelp from Hudgens. Her face contorted in a mask of pain, her eyes squeezing shut as a wave of nausea threatened to engulf her. For a split second, her entire body went rigid, the breath knocked out of her lungs. But pride flickered back into her eyes, the momentary weakness replaced by a feral snarl. Her own arm, coiled tight like a spring, unleashed a vicious uppercut, which connected with a sickening squelch against the soft flesh just below Lily's ribs. Lily's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips as a jolt of pain ripped through her torso. Her body reacted instinctively, doubling over momentarily as a wave of dizziness threatened to topple her. In a sudden blur, the tides had shifted. With a guttural cry, Hudgens tightened her grip, pulling Collins closer in a terrifying mimicry of an embrace. Each uppercut she unleashed connected with the same unforgiving spot just below Lily's ribs, the impact a sickening, fleshy thud that reverberated through the room. Her face, mere inches from Vanessa's, twisted in a mask of pain. Tears of frustration mixed with sweat and smeared blood, but her spirit refused to break. She gasped with every blow, each jolt of agony a fire coursing through her veins. Yet, Vanessa's focused assault was relentless. Her goal was clear: break Lily's defenses, both physical and mental. With each strike, she aimed to not just inflict pain, but to shatter her opponent's composure. More importantly, she aimed to systematically dismantle Lily's vaunted abdominal wall, those sculpted muscles, once a source of her rival’s pride and confidence, to be turned into a quivering, spasming mess, rendering her opponent a hunched-over wreck, gasping for air and defeated.

The first blow had been a shock. The second, a vicious sting that sent a bolt of white-hot pain shooting up her torso, momentarily stealing her breath. The third, a searing inferno that threatened to consume her entire midsection. Each subsequent blow built upon the agony of the last, a relentless crescendo of pain that chipped away at Lily's defenses. Her body reacted instinctively, curling inward like a wounded animal, her once-rigid core muscles spasming in protest. The relentless assault stole the air from her lungs, her gasps turning into choked whimpers. Her own fists, which moments ago had pounded with fury, clung uselessly at Nessa’s shoulders, their previous defiance replaced by a desperate need to shield the vulnerable area under attack. With ruthless determination, Vanessa continued, a relentless shoving of short, snappy fists inwards, designed not just to hurt, but to break. She wanted Lily to double over, to collapse. "Feeling the burn, Lils?" she taunted, her voice laced with sadistic glee. "Like firecrackers in your belly?" Lily fought against the rising tide of pain and weakness. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with tears and the encroaching blackness that threatened to overwhelm her. Yet, somewhere beneath the agony, a flicker of defiance remained. She would not break, not like this, not with this relentless drumbeat of pain hammering away at her core. "Come on, Lils," Nessa sneered, another uppercut landing with a sickening thud. "Let’s see the AMD champ’s ‘washboard abs’ you love to flaunt so much. Maybe they'll look good, all broken and flabby!"

Lily's vision swam at the edges, the relentless uppercuts blurring into a strobe light of pain. Her midsection throbbed with a dull ache, each labored breath a battle against the vice tightening around her lungs. Still, Vanessa's taunts echoed in her ears. Yet, a spark of defiance, a vestige of the fighter she once was, flickered to life within her. She wouldn't break. Not here, not like this. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, she slammed her elbow into Vanessa's gut, a solid blow that momentarily knocked the wind out of her attacker. It wasn't much, but it was enough to create an opening. Seizing the opening, she twisted her core with the last vestiges of her strength, exploiting the brief moment of vulnerability. The tables turned in a flash. With a powerful shove, Vanessa went stumbling backwards, the smug smile wiped from her face replaced by a look of surprise, the momentum carrying both girls down to the floor, landing hard on the unforgiving carpet. Using the momentum of the fall and the momentary disorientation, Lily lunged forward, a predator seizing its prey. Her arm shot out, wrapping around Vanessa's outstretched leg with vice-like grip. Nessa's face, moments ago contorted with sadistic glee, now contorted in a mask of terror. Panic flared in her eyes as the realization of her predicament dawned. Lily, her vision blurring at the edges, knew this fight had to end. She transitioned smoothly, slipping one arm under her neck and across her opposite shoulder. Trapping Nessa’s arm tight against her own chest with her bicep, she then reached behind her back with her other hand, searching for the crucial grip. Finding Nessa's opposite tricep, Lily threaded her fingers together, forming a tight figure-four lock. Now came the squeeze. With a slow, deliberate motion, she squeezed her arms together, applying pressure across her rival’s neck and head, leaving the rest of her body struggling in the Anaconda Choke. The hold wasn't about brute force; it was about controlled constriction, cutting off the flow of blood and air.

"Tap, b*tch," Lily rasped, her voice barely a whisper above the pounding in their ears. "Tap, or you're going out."

But Nessa refused to yield. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot and desperate. A strangled gurgle escaped her throat, a sound that was both denial and a desperate plea for air. Her lithe body writhed beneath Lily's weight, limbs flailing in a frantic attempt to break free. Lily squeezed again, the pressure intensifying with each passing second. Nessa's struggles grew more frantic, her thrashing limbs knocking over a forgotten water bottle, sending a spray of cool liquid across their sweating bodies. A choked sob wracked her body, a heartbreaking sound that momentarily flickered Lily's resolve. To turn the choke into a weapon of excruciating torture, Collins began to drive her knees down into her trembling abdomen. Each sharp jolt of her legs into the tenderized flesh sent a shockwave of pain through Nessa's writhing torso. The air was already being squeezed from her lungs, now that vital space was further compressed, as if Lily was trying to wring every last gasp from her defiant body.

"TAP!" Lily roared, her own voice hoarse with exertion. But Nessa's defiance remained unbroken. Her vision swam, spots dancing before her eyes. The room seemed to shrink, the air turning thick and heavy. A high-pitched whine echoed in her ears, a sound that grew louder with each passing moment. Her limbs, devoid of oxygen, began to tingle, then burn with an agonizing numbness. With a final, desperate surge of defiance, Lily drove her knee into Nessa's body, this time using her enemy’s body for extra leverage and force, the kneecap driven into the flesh and kept that, first with a sickening thud echoing in the suffocating silence, as her body convulsed and a violent tremor that ripped through her entire frame. Her frantic struggles subsided, as though her entire frame had been deflated with a single, involuntary shudder. Then, silence. Lily felt a horrifying stillness settle. The tensed muscles in her abdomen, which had been pushing back weakly against her knee, suddenly relaxed. It was a subtle shift, almost imperceptible, but in the dead silence of the room, it was a deafening change. Nessa's entire body went limp, all fight and defiance extinguished. A heavy, suffocating quiet descended upon the room, broken only by Lily's ragged gasps. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the whites gleaming in the dim light, having chosen to black out rather than surrender to a hated rival.

Lily wins the third and final fall!

Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Vanessa Hudgens via Anaconda Choke

AFTER:
After Lily secured the victory, the fight didn't truly end. Instead of releasing the chokehold, she rotated their bodies with a calculated twist so that she was on top. Her grip around Nessa's neck remained firm, a chilling display of dominance. Slowly, methodically, she hauled the choked-out rival up to her knees. Nessa's body dangled limply, her head lolling to the side, her arms useless at her side. Her chest heaved with weak, labored breaths, remnants of the brutal battle.

A cruel smile played on Lily's lips as she propped Nessa's limp form upwards, savoring her opponent's defeat. With each stinging slap to her face, her head snapped to the side, cheeks reddening instantly. Pained grimaces contorted her broken features, eyes squeezed shut in pure agony.

Lily's taunts echoed off the damaged walls. "Who's the queen now, huh? Can't handle the heat?" Each word was like acid, burning into Nessa's pride. Her grip tightened, rough fingers digging into her disheveled dark hair, eliciting gasps that mingled with the sobs wracking her body. The sensation magnified her humiliation, a physical reminder of her defeat.

Finally, with the cold-blooded precision of a predator, Lily positioned her parted lips against her own braced abs, a grotesque mockery of a kiss. Nessa's body thrashed weakly against the unyielding contact, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision as she struggled against the suffocating press of her stomach.

"Remember our last encounter?" Lily spat the words, a reminder of past grievances fueling the cruelty of the moment. "Feels familiar, doesn't it? Kissing the mat, kissing my tummy?" These words weren't just a celebration of victory; they were venom, poisoning the very air with the bitter taste of revenge. Nessa's muffled blubbering only seemed to heighten her satisfaction.

Nessa, trapped and powerless, could barely form a whimper. Her face pressed hard into Lily's skin, her lips desperate for purchase, breath a precious commodity she couldn't grasp. With each failed attempt to inhale, her body convulsed, a pathetic echo of the once-vibrant fighter she'd been.

Her frantic movements only emphasized her powerlessness. Lily's grip was unyielding, her body a rock against the waves of Nessa's despair. This wasn't just a victory; it was a calculated act of destruction, aimed at obliterating everything her rival once held dear – her pride, her spirit, her very will to fight.

VIX : Lookout! Boxing AHW Stable War

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