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26 June 2015 Vanessa Hudgens vs Mila Kunis

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JMD BOUT

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on June 26, 2015, 4:07 pm,

Mila Kunis vs. Vanessa Hudgens (JMD)
(Words: Front Street / Results: Lookout!)
(Post-Fight: Lookout! / HISC)

BEFORE:

Kunis laser-focused as she has been ever since the Kreuk fight and the dirty dealing that almost sent her packing. She's beaten down two good fighters since then, and now has her eyes on even pricier quarry, two-time champion Vanessa Hudgens herself. "Tonight is the night I get all the way back," Kunis says, eyes smoldering. "That bytch 'Nessa has deserved a serious beatdown for a long time, and, tonight she gets it and I re-take my place among the flyweight elite."

"Poor Mila," says Vanessa with a smile and a faux sad shake of the head. "We all know the hard luck story. She got lucky a whole bunch of times in a row and never got a title shot." Vanessa pauses, and pretends to wipe a tear from her eye. "And then her luck ran out and she start getting her butt whipped so regularly that the Cracker Heads decided to feed her to Krissy Kreuk...and mean old Krissy cheated poor little Mila and almost sent her packing...until. Until. I. Stepped. In. And wasted Michelle Williams and sent HER packing right into retirement. ME. And, when that washed up old hag hung them up, Mila got a reprieve. But, it was a short one. Because Kunis might be able to handle the B-team, girls like Stone and Tisdale, but, tonight she's in against the best flyweight in the world, The Conqueror of Mishy, the RETIRER of Mishy, the most beautiful woman in the FCBA, Vanessa Freakin' Hudgens, and tonight's the night Mila's comeback crashes into a brick wall. Tonight's the night her nice little storyline ends with a gruesome twist, Mishy...I mean MILA sucking canvas at my feet. And, after that...well. I won't toss out any spoilers. Stay tuned."

ROUND ONE:

Michelle Williams in the HISC corner supporting Kunis, staring daggers at Hudgens, who blithely ignores her, or at least pretends to. 'Nessa's attention all on Mila as the bell rings and the ladies begin a feeling out process. Both fighters like to jab and move, sticking home a punch or two while staying on their toes, always working to find just the right spot for a stop and a quick three or four punch pop, followed by more movement, but, in the first, neither is willing to make even a brief committed stop. It's all movement from both fighters as they scout the opposition, probing for weaknesses, looking for little chinks in armor made all the tougher by speed and athleticism. Neither fighter does a lot, and neither gets much home, but Mila's busier and more effective, and, by dint of same, she claims the first and the 10-9 lead. Mishy, meanwhile, as words for her hated rival at the bell. "You're going to get your a** whipped tonight, Hudgens, and there's nothing you can do about it!" 'Nessa doesn't dignify that with a response. She simply turns on heel and walks back to her corner, suppressing a little smile.

ROUND TWO:

Vanessa more aggressive early, popping forward to flurry quickly before circling away for a reset. Hudgens quickly into a nice stop-and-pop rhythm, getting the gloves home, touching up Mila, getting comfortable and getting ROCKED. Wait. What? Mila times a perfect right hand and sends 'Nessa stumbling backward about half way through the round and the complexion of the fight changes immediately. Kunis attacks, snarling, driving the former champion back into the ropes and going RACK in a major way. Milla declares war on the contents of 'Nessa's bikini top and thumps away at them when she's not forcing Hudgens' guard back up with solid combinations to the head. Vanessa's shaken more than once by solid right hands and her chest is thumped repeatedly, but she hangs on, countering when she can, until the bell rings. When it does, Kunis lands one more hook to jug, bringing the referee in and starting a war of words between the corners. 'Nessa glares not at her rival but at Michelle Williams, who stands smiling in the HISC corner, rubbing her own rack in mock sympathy with Vanessa, who now trails 20-18.

ROUND THREE:

Hudgens not chastened, because you don't chasten Vanessa Hudgens. She has, however, learned a little something, and she adjusts accordingly. She's not going to step into any more traps baited by Kunis. Instead, she's back to the stick-and-move, quickly falling right back into that rhythm she was developing in the second before Kunis' overhand right. Mila's on the move herself, of course, working her own jab, finding spots where she can put punches together. It's absolutely lovely stuff for boxing purists, two good fighters boxing well, defending well, putting the "sweet" in the "sweet science" while legging all over the ring. Just about every square inch of canvas is used, save for those against the ropes, where neither ventures. Instead, it's a war of movement, and a good, close round that's claimed by a slightly more active, slightly more effective Vanessa Hudgens, who cuts the lead to 29-28.

ROUND FOUR:

The war in space continues. Hudgens is extremely smooth, of course, and you're seeing all of that now, the athleticism, the quickness, and the skill at putting together punches, getting one following the other quickly enough to suppress her rival's response. Vanessa's gets rolling as the round goes on, taking the lead from Mila and forcing her to the defensive more and more. About half way through, Hudgens stings Kunis with a hard right hand and follows on with a brilliant five-punch flurry that wobbles her rival's knees, opening the cage and releasing the tigress that is Hudgens against wounded prey. It doesn't take long until we see a 180 of round two. A dazed Kunis driven back into the ropes where Vanessa helps herself to the contents of Mila's bra. Kunis tries to drop level and keep her elbows in to protect her rack, but 'Nessa starts splitting gloves with uppercuts, wobbling her rival's knees and forcing her upright in a tighter guard, opening that rack to further punishment. And Vanessa delivers it like a 19th Century head mistress taking the paddle to the hindquarters of a recalcitrant student. She mugs jug right to the bell, leaving Mila standing but hurting. Not that Hudgens notices. Because, at the bell, she immediately turns away from her rival and stares down Williams, rubbing her breasts in taunting fashion. 38-38 after four.

ROUND FIVE:

Kunis scuffed and still a little wobbly to begin the fifth. All the invitation Vanessa needs. Hudgens quickly on her rival, putting together long flurries that force Kunis to back and cover. Mila reduced to only the odd counter, as, without her legs under her, she's a sitting duck for the former champion, who takes full advantage, eventually setting up a short right hook with a pair of hard left jabs. The hook bends Kunis' knees and Hudgens follows with a three-punch combination to the jugs that sends Mila to her hands and knees! Vanessa wastes no time taking advantage, diving on the stricken Kunis, driving her to her back, and beginning to work her over to the jugs until the referee pulls her off and forces her to a neutral corner, where she stares down a livid Michelle Williams. Mila's shabby, but she beats the count, knowing all too well what that means, more punishment at the hands of head mistress. And she's not disappointed by what happens next. It's a full-on attempt to send Kunis into jug shock, an all out assault on the contents of Mila's bikini top, one that leaves the lovely Kunis mouth breathing on the ropes for over a minute and doesn't end until the referee shoves between the two fighters and forces Vanessa away well after the bell. Hudgens again has nothing for the aching Kunis. Again, it's Williams she locks eyes with. And, this time, she has words for her. "You're girl's going down just like you did, Mish. And there's nothing YOU can do about it." 48-46 now in Vanessa's favor.

ROUND SIX:

Remember all that boxing that the purists loved, all that "sweet science" stuff? Yeah. That's all over now. What we have now is brutal, hand-to-hand trench warfare. Hudgens is all in to take Mila out of here and Kunis, fighting in her own personal Pusan Perimeter, is fighting desperately for every inch of ground. It's grim, brutal stuff, each fighter grinding desperately, all thoughts of stick-and-move boxing gone from both their heads, Kunis' because she doesn't have the legs for it, and Hudgens' because she wants to FINISH Mila, not just beat her on the cards. It's back and forth stuff, with both fighters landing solid punches and both finding spots to bang already punished rack. Mila's in worse shape there as the grimaces on her face each time one of Hudgen's punches lands in a bra cup demonstrate, but she's gutting it out and giving as good as she gets. In fact, she gives a little better than she gets, narrowly taking the points and cutting Hudgens' lead to 57-56.

ROUND SEVEN:

Vanessa back to movement. She's going to make Mila chase now, see what Kunis has left in her legs. Mila's game in pursuit, too game. Because 'Nessa walks her into a brutal right hand that sends Kunis staggering and uncages the Tigress once again. Hudgens is all in now. She's got Kunis in deep trouble and she fully intends to finish her, and in the most grisly way possible. Mila's battered back into the ropes where Hudgy feasts on rack as Kunis screams into the gloves she's keeping high to protect her head. 'Nessa's not worried about bringing the guard down. In fact, she's quite content that Mila's keeping it up. Because she wants to knock her out in the jugs, and she pours on the punishment in a full-on effort to do just that. Kunis' legs are shaking in the late stages of the round, her body shuddering with every shot to her bikini top. But, she ships the damage and stays on her feet to the final bell. It's a shutout for Hudgens, who's now back on top 67-65, but, it's more than that. Mila looks all of a broken fighter on her way back to the corner and Vanessa, who can clearly see that as well as anyone, has a smile and some advice for Michelle Williams. "Don't let her get off her stool, Mish. Or, I'll give her some of what I gave you!"

ROUND EIGHT:

Hudgens right after Mila off the bell. She knows the condition Kunis is in, and, again, she's not content to leg this out and win on the cards, which could probably easily do against a now leaden-legged Mila. No, that's not what this is about. This is about FINISHING Kunis, like she finished Mishy. 'Nessa all bully now, getting off lusty, forcing Mila back. Kunis trying to hold canvas, but she can't. She's backed up again and again by hard right hands. She's countering in spots, but it's 'Nessa who's boss. Until Mila lands a perfectly-placed right hand that unhinges 'Nessa's knees! Hudgens stumbles, nearly drops to a knee, and Kunis fires off a three-punch combination to the head that drops the former champ on her back! And, payback. Well. It's a you-know-what, because Mila's not going to a neutral corner, gang. She pounces on a downed Hudgens and punishes her jugs until the referee forcibly removes her and all but carries her to a neutral corner. It's bedlam in the ring, with Williams screaming at Hudgens to stay down, 'Nessa's corner screaming at her to get up and screaming at Williams to shut up. In all this, the referee's counting and Hudgens is watching. She gets to her knees at seven, takes the last two to run some clock and give herself a tad more recovery time, and gets to her feet, even though, like Mila earlier, she knows what doing that means. Kunis still looks shabby. Her legs still aren't working like they should. She's still hurting badly. But, she works through it and past it and works OVER Vanessa. Now, it's Hudgens trapped on the ropes with her chest taking a beating. 'Nessa's keeping the elbows tight, trying to block some of the punches, but Mila's punishing those breasts and going upstairs just enough to keep Vanessa honest and her guard high. It's a brutal two minutes for Hudgens, but she ends them on her feet. The bell rings, and she's still standing. And Mila's still punching! Kunis not stopping until the ref shoves between the fighters, and, again, veritably CARRIES her to her corner. Hudgens, though, is the one who needs carried. She's a wreck and a certain blonde in the other corner notices. "Don't bother quitting on your stool, bytch! You're getting the treatment one way or the other!" 75-75 with two to go.

ROUND NINE:

Both fighters are down to their last reserves. Both are battered. Neither have much in the way of legs left. Every step hurts. Every punch thrown hurts. And every punch landed, especially to the rack, is pure agony. Yet, they fight on, because the alternative is not an option. They've both come this far. They aren't turning back now. Not with the finish line a bare six minutes away. Six minutes of absolute hell, of course, but six minutes nonetheless. There's no boxing now. No defense. Very little movement. It's an almost mindless winging of punches, emptying the magazines, firing the ammunition depots flat, throwing everything they have left into the fray hoping that it's enough. And, the reality is that for one, it will be. And, for the other, it won't. Half way through the round, it is, and it isn't. DOWN GOES 'NESSA! It's an overhand right with everything Mila has on it, and it lands flush. Hudgens is dropped, face first, to the canvas. Mila doesn't pile on this time. There's no energy for that. She gets to a neutral corner and hopes. Hopes Vanessa will stay down. But. Hudgens doesn't. She beats the count, somehow, and is unsteady on her feet at nine. The referee gives her the mandatory, thinks about it, and waives Kunis forward. Mila charges firing off everything she has left like the grand finale of a massive fireworks display, and every one of those bombs is targeted in the same place, Vanessa Hudgen's white bikini top. Hudgens is quickly on the ropes, screaming into her gloves like Kunis did earlier in the fight. She tries to clinch, but Mila just keeps pounding, thumping her rack again and again, shaking her body and her knees, cracking her will but not breaking it. Vanessa stays on her feet, but the hands come down, jug shock taking over. She's not defending herself, but Kunis doesn't care. Mila keeps hammering away! The referee cares. He's seen enough! He's in between the fighters forcing Mila away. Kunis too locked in, too spent to understand immediately what's just happened, but Michelle Williams does! The blonde leaps into the air in triumph and Kunis understands. She drops to her knees, face in her gloves, sobbing. She's done it! She's all the way back! And Hudgens is all the way WRECKED. She's helped back to her stool by the referee, a sobbing mess, while the winner by TKO9, in absolutely BRUTAL fashion, Mila Kunis, is pulled to her feet by Michelle Williams so the celebration...and...um...festivities can begin!

After: It was a raucous celebration in the ring as the loud sounds of Vanessa Hudgens protesting the stoppage in her corner to the referee could be heard, but only barely over the sound of celebration in the corner of HISC, as Mila Kunis had just scored a big win over one of, if not the, biggest thorns in the side of their stable. But, it was clear that Mila's win was not enough yet to really demonstrate to Nessa the point and given the fact that it had been a Jugs of Mass Destruction (JMD) bout, Mila was far from finished.

Mila removed her gloves, tossing them to the canvas and stormed over to Vanessa, who was in the process of demanding the official's name when Kunis yanked back on her foe's raven tresses to spin her around. When she did, however, it was Mila who was caught by surprise when Hudgens whirled around to give her a vicious slap across her cheek. The crowd and Kunis both gave a shout of surprise as Hudgens had clearly recovered from the technical knockout and was furious!

“Who the hell do you think you are, Mila?” Vanessa was screaming, eyes filled with rage, as she reached up to bury one hand into Kunis' own dark locks and tried slapping at her foe's face viciously, looking to bully her rival back towards the ropes. Mila was caught off guard initially, backpedaling a bit as she brought one hand up to cover her face as the other reached up for Vanessa's shoulder to shove her backwards.

However, Mila refused to be on the defensive for long as she retaliated with a hard wicked slap of her own and a loud howl escaped Nessa's lips as palm met face in a loud collision! The two of them exchanged vicious slaps as Nessa kept pushing Mila backwards, but at the last moment, Kunis twisted to send Hudgens backwards into her corner with a thud! A loud grunt emanated from the tawny fighter as Nessa immediately went to push herself free, but as she did so, she felt a hand around her ankle holding her in place. Looking down at the source of the hand found none other than Michelle Williams's fingers snared around her ankle.

“You freaking has-been b...” Vanessa started to hiss, nostril flaring but whatever she was going to say was cut off by Mila's toned thigh thumping up into her abs. The distraction from Mishy cost her as she doubled over, hands moving over to hug her abs but not before Kunis' leg hammered in twice more, sending her folding forward.

Kunis grinned, pushing Hudgens back up against the turnbuckle as she leaned forward, preparing to mount it as she winked down at Mishy, “Mishy, I'm going to have some fun teaching this stuck-up skank a lesson, but after all this bytch has put you through, would you like a turn?”

Mishy's eyes flashed for a moment, looking up at Nessa who was trying to catch her breathe in the turnbuckle, “Thank you, but no. I haven't earned it in the ring and unfortunately, Vanessa has ensured that I won't ever get the opportunity to, so this is your turn, your time, your tummy and just give her a little extra for me!”

Mila smirked, “Fine with me, Mishy!” as she hopped up on the turnbuckle, reaching for Vanessa's hair as she pulled her head backwards snug against the top of the turnbuckle as she went to lower her taut tummy down across Vanessa's breathless features. Vanessa protested, panting out, “Don't you freaking dare, Mila – don't you freak...” but Mila just insolently slapped her tummy down across Vanessa's face to cut her off.

“Of course I freaking dare, Nessa – I'm the girl who just beat you and beat your jugs. The girl whose tummy you're tasting right now beat the crap out of you and if you ever step against our stable again, you'll be feasting on these abs again, understand?” Mila snarled down, knowing Vanessa could hear her even if Hudgens could only snarl and make angry muffled threats into her abs pressing into her face right now.

Vanessa reached up to push at Kunis' abs, but Mila intercepted those and pushed them to the side, then gripped Hudgen's tresses to pull her face up tight against offending tummy, nice and snug. Michelle stepped up onto the side of the ring as she just watched, cocking her head to the side as she leaned forward to whisper towards Vanessa, “You probably don't understand yet, Vanessa, but don't worry – you're young. There's plenty of time to beat these lessons into you. If you thought by retiring me, that you'd have me gone from your life, you're wrong. Dead wrong. Now that I'm not in the ring anymore, I still compete on the celebrity apartment house wrestling circuit and I actually still have an acting career to keep me busy, but other than that, I've got plenty of time to focus on all of the jealous bytches who conspired to end my career. You, of course, are on the top of the list and girls like Mila, Nat and Kristen are going to make sure you never sniff the title picture again. If you get in our way, then Mila is in the process of showing you what will happen. I know you don't understand yet, but you will. No matter how long it takes – you will understand...” Having made her point, Michelle stepped back and hopped off the ring apron, crossing her arms and grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Throughout the entire of Mishy's soliloquy, a little mission statement of her retirement plans, Mila just smirked, churning her abs back and forth over her foe's face as Vanessa tried to turn her head back and forth, as if to turn her head away so she didn't have to listen to Mishy or even Mila as Kunis taunted down at her trapped rival, “How do you like tummy? Don't worry, Ashley didn't enjoy it very much either, but I am going to make a career out of making sure any loser associated with Lookout! Boxing gets to enjoy an all-you-can-eat meal of my abs any time they want to step into the ring against me.”

Mila kept up the taunting and the tummying, just grinding her abs back and forth even as Vanessa tried to push or twist free. But, Mila held on fast even as Vanessa's arms wrapped around Kunis' waist, hugging up as her hands pressed against the small of her back, resting above her rival's posterior as she tried to escape the tummy that continued to press down over and over, just scrubbing back and forth to leave not an inch of Nessa's face untouched by her slick abs as Hudgens' struggles slowed down a bit. Mila kept slapping her abs up and down against Nessa's face towards the end, just calling down to her with each spank of her tummy on sore face, “I'm better than you, Nessa. You talk about being the fittest flyweight in the league, but who has the best abs? Right now, you'd have to agree with mine, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you, Nessa?” Only a muffled moan from Nessa could be heard as Mila smirked, “I thought so, Vanessa...” as she shoved down against Nessa's shoulders, sending her rival slumping to her posterior in the corner.

Mila grinned, flexing in the corner as she posed for a moment in the turnbuckle and then pointed down, patting her tummy, “Who is the fittest flyweight now? My abs owned hers and guess what? My jugs did too and you know what that means, don't you?” The crowd certainly did as they started to chant “J-M-D” Even the supporters of Nessa were caught up in the moment as they wanted to see some JMD action and Mila just grinned, flicking some sweat from her abs down at a dazed Vanessa before hopping down off of the turnbuckle.

Reaching down for her rival's hair with one hand, she guided her foe back to her feet again as Vanessa tried to reach up to paw at Mila's abs as Kunis grinned, “I know you want to feel the best abs in the business, but that time is over...” as Mila snared her wrist, yanking upwards on Hudgen's wrist and tresses to pull her upright before she sent a hard knee right up into her tummy again to send any recovered air between her lips and leave Nessa coughing again.

Nessa doubled over as Kunis wrapped her biceps around Nessa's head, folding her head forward as she drew her face in between her cleavage for a standing smother. Vanessa squealed instantly as face touched slick breast, reaching up for shoulders and forearm to try to pry herself free, but Mila instantly pushed forward. Planting one foot behind Hudgens' ankle, Kunis tripped Vanessa backwards to send her thumping back into the canvas with Mila landing on top, maintaining the smother throughout!

Mila slid forward, making sure she fully straddled Nessa as she scrubbed her tummy back and forth across her foe's bod, shimmying her shoulders back and forth to grind her cleavage into Nessa's face. Vanessa planted her feet and tried to bridge upwards, but Mila just lifted up and slammed her lower body down to drive Hudgens back down to the canvas. Vanessa pushed at her foe's shoulders and tried to turn her head, but Mila held on tightly and squeezed her biceps together to ensure her cleavage fully pressed down into Vanessa's face firmly to cut off her air. Hudgens' wrapped her arms around Mila's waist, trying to rock back and forth to unsettle her foe from her perch. Vanessa was, in fact, nearly successful but Mila managed to roll through and guide Vanessa to her back once more as the two remained locked in a sweaty embrace.

Mila kept up the smother throughout, even as Vanessa screamed and snarled what sounded like muffled threats at first, but had since faded into moans and whimpers as Mila peeled her damp cleavage from Vanessa's face and reached down to brush her foe's matted hair out of the way so she could look into her eyes, “Whose jugs are better, Vanessa?”

After a few seconds of catching her breathe, “Fu...” was all Nessa managed to get out before Mila plunged her foe back into the darkness of her chest once again. Mila slid her chest back and forth, gliding her jugs back and forth fully over Nessa's panicked face . Nessa howled and moaned, but her movements slowed down again as Mila lifted up again, just grinning impishly as she cooed down. Mila gazed into her foe's eyes, glassy with jug-shock as she purred “Last chance, Nessa. You know how this works. Tell me I'm better and maybe I'll let you go. Say my name.”

“Mila....” Vanessa muttered, as Kunis' eyes flashed with excitement but then Nessa continued acidly, “is an arrogant, overrated bytch w...” was as far as she got before Mila started to smother her again. But Kunis finished off the sentence with “who has better abs, jugs and body than you. You know it and now so will everybody else!”

Mila pressed her foe's face deep into her cleavage, just locking her biceps on tight, flexing them to ensure that her foe would draw nothing more than jug and no chance at air right now. Vanessa squirmed and writhed, struggling to twist free but at this stage, she was trapped and she knew it. More importantly, so did Mila as she just kept pressing her domineering jugs down into Vanessa, who was busy pleading muffled into her foe's jugs, crying out and moaning even as the air and fight left her body.

Finally, Vanessa's movements ceased and Mila pushed upwards, looking down at her slumbering rival with satisfaction as she observed Hudgens' red, sweaty face. Vanessa didn't stir, even as Mila pushed off of her tummy, giving it a little squeeze as Kunis stood up and strutted over to the ropes. Leaving Vanessa sprawled out and spreadeagled in the middle of the ring, Mila pointed over to her vanquished rival tonight as she called out, “This is what we do to anybody who challenges us. Everybody, understand? Vanessa is going to have nightmares about me and anybody else who steps to us will get lined up right besides her. Vanessa, IF you ever dare step against our stable again, I won't take it easy on you next time.”. With that, Mila hopped out of the ring into the waiting arms of her stablemates as they cheered, high-fived and celebrated on their way out as several members from Lookout! Boxing came in to assist Vanessa leave the ring.

Just like that, the long-simmering war between the two stables had been reignited and showed no signs of going out anytime soon. After this, there could be no truce, no treaty and no peace between them. If anybody thought Vanessa retiring Michelle would've allowed there to be any opportunity for the hatred to subside, they were proven wrong tonight. Things were guaranteed to be more intense than ever and it was anybody's guess what would happen next, but there would be more to come. That much was certain and whether either stable would be ready when it occurred would be the next decisive battle in the ongoing feud and fans hoped they wouldn't have to wait long to find out when and where that would be...!