Stana Katic versus Stephanie McMahon (Jaguar Title)

Stana Katic (31-6-0, 31 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Jaguar Title Holder

vs.

Stephanie McMahon (15-17-1, 15 KO)
5'9, 46 years old
Carnation Creations

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 38th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Hamilton, Ontario native, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 125 pounds, THE CURRENT JAGUAR TITLE HOLDER, STANAAAAA KAAAAAATIC!!”

Outfits:
Katic's lithe, statuesque frame glistened under the heat of the overhead spotlights as she slid out of her satin robe and revealed every taut, delicate curve of her bronzed skin. Each athletic twist and shimmy of her upper half caused her modest bosom to swell, her teardropping B-cups mushrooming out the top and bottom of the thin-banded tube top belted around her sternum. Katic craned her long stems and dipped into a lewd crouching split, limbering in her corner to some last minute instruction from her corner. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by folds of flesh, finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips. Ending her corner show, the brunette arched her rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, throwing her tightly-braided pony tail over her shoulder before pumping her gloved fists together.

Just glancing over the two, one would undoubtedly assume that it was Stephanie McMahon who was the Title holder and streaking fighter. Slipping out of her robe and into her gloves, McMahon offered a tight flex and pose toward her corner of supporters; her burly, toned frame rippling with muscle in stark contrast to Katic’s wiry build. Steph’s massive, swelling D-cups overflowed out the top of a black lace push-up bra; her long brown locks in a tight, high pony tail that hung halfway down her back, tapering off just above the waistband of her cheeky, high-waisted thong tights.

It wasn’t often that the term ‘trap game’ or ‘letdown game’ migrated over from football to boxing, but if ever there was an opportunity for a hangover of sorts; it was now. Reaching the first double-digit win streak of her brief career and still coming off a grueling, emotionally draining victory over Yvonne Strahovski in her last defense; Katic was primed for a letdown eventually. Whether that would ultimately cost her in blood, gold, or just cause McMahon to turn into a larger headache than advertised was yet to be seen.

Round 1:
Though Stephanie had some nasty history and pent-up aggression toward Stana’s stablemate Stacy Keibler, the intensity hadn’t quite cranked up to ‘11’ through the first two minutes of the opening round. With all the tentative trimmings of a Title fight present, it was McMahon who finally initiated and stole the spotlight in the final minute.

Coming off a tremendous win over top-20 Welterweight Charlotte Flair in her last bout, McMahon continued to fight like one; drubbing the lighter brunette with an unwieldy overhand to the shoulder that knocked her off-orbit. Katic folded toward the corner and lashed out with two crabby hooks, only to have her hands effortlessly bodied away as Steph hoofed forward and cranked a flurry of underhanded fists into Stana’s navel. The mewling Canadian pant and gagged as her tummy was hollowed out by McMahon’s brutal scoop-hooks; a polishing straight left piercing through Katic’s breast in the last ten seconds to send her slouching into the ropes. McMahon’s weight appears to be a significant factor, as she bullies the Champ late and steals the opener. 10-9 McMahon.

Round 2:
Dispassionate no longer, Katic hurdled out of the gates and slipped right through the tracks of McMahon’s opening rush; artfully ducking beneath a cumbersome right cross and stamping the curve of Steph’s ribs with a vicious, screwdriver uppercut. McMahon throatily grunt as the brunette side-swiped lower on her hip with another venomous left; then slid back and curled a right hook square into the wrestler’s solar-plexus, nearly doubling her out of her top. The former Diva was distraught as she unraveled through an uninspired right; sweeping it over Stana’s head and leaving her bouncing rack wide open for a pair of merciless uppercuts to the underside of her tits.

Stephanie squealed as she was mercilessly chugged into the corner post; cradling her quaking chest with both arms before Stana swept a whipping left across her chin. McMahon’s hazy bulbs lulled in their sockets as her thighs pinched inward, trembling before her buckled knees finally locked back up and lifted her out of her crooked slouch. Katic balletically darted around the shelled brunette like a dainty hummingbird; spiking and slashing through hunks of flesh as Steph desperately squirmed and bobbed with her backside planted to the post. After being fed another under-hook to the jaw, McMahon bulls her way off the ropes and gropes into a bosomy clinch; wrapping up the lighter brunette and hugging her way to the intermission. Strong statement from The Champ, as she leaps in front with a 10-8 response.

Round 3/4:
After her heavy-handedness cost her in the prior round; McMahon showed exactly why the weighted gloves were still in her bag. In a mirrored display of their opening salvo to start the second, McMahon rounded through a hulking overhand to invite the fleet-footed brunette into her trap; once again initiating a subtle dip-through by Katic. This time, the seasoned Diva was waiting with a primed bag of dynamite; detonating a cataclysmic uppercut against Stana’s descending frame. Katic yipped as McMahon’s fist clapped against her solar-plexus; awkwardly spilling sideways and careening into the ropes. Steph slid into the vacated airspace; spiking down with an aerial assault to Katic’s ribs, hip and turned back. Katic managed to hip-slide out from beneath the hunched brunette’s pressure after thirty some-odd seconds, but was tagged in the cheek with a rangy left jab for her troubles. McMahon wryly smiled and reveled in her swindling of The Champ; posturing up confidently as Katic wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of her lips. McMahon’s brains join her brawn, leap-frogging her right back in front with a 10-8 round.

The ebbs and flows continued in the fourth, as The Champ responds to Stephanie’s boisterous statement with an incredibly composed round of her own. Despite the bigger brunette’s best efforts to turn this into a brawl, Katic remains technical and levels the fight with a 10-9 effort.

Round 5:
With a fresh sheet of ice and a deadlocked scorecard nearing the halfway point, it was looking more and more like Katic was destined for another deep, arduous Title defense. Every single Jaguar Title fight that the Canadian had participated in had gone at least into the sixth; with two of the five going past the ninth round. McMahon might not have been a betting darling going-in, but the longer she was allowed to stay in the fight and hammer on the lighter brunette, the more her chances grew. This knowledge certainly wasn’t lost on the Carnations corner; as McMahon’s perceptive protege, Paige Spiranac, shepherded her game-plan from the sidelines.

Stephanie arrogantly swatted away a venomless left cross from the brunette as the two came together in the first minute; crow-hopping through a concussive straight left that shattered Katic’s sternum. The doe-eyed Canadian’s upper half heaved as she gagged on her own breath; skidding to her heels with a breathless whimper as McMahon surged down her throat. Stana shuffled into an overwhelmed backpedal as Steph throttled her upper half through flailing defenses; whipping a lifting hook into her ribs, piercing her tits with a straight jab, slicing an outstretched overhand across her chin. Katic gutturally blubbered as the last buckled her trembling stems; teetering forward and chugging a reflexive hook into the underside of McMahon’s ample rack before crashing into a desperate clinch. McMahon shrieked as the jarring impact and handsy body-grind caused one of her orbs to spill free; snarling as she discarded Katic with a two-handed shove into the corner to fix her malfunction. Stana hoarsely barked as her spine clanked off the steel post; sprawled across the ropes as Steph lashed a groping paw across her teardropping chest and RIPPED down on the spandex tube top belted across her sternum.

“KKKOOHHHHLLLGGGG” Katic bleated; opening her mouth to squeal but instead being pistoned in the gut by a scooping under-hook that took her breath away.

McMahon strode forward and planted a palm against the brunette’s clavicles; straightening her up and lifting a scything uppercut into the bottom of her chin. Katic gurgled as her braided locks whipped into the air, dribbling her mouthpiece between her legs as her skull snapped straight backwards. The bow-legged brunette lulled sideways and reached to hook an armpit over the top rope; her hazel bulbs leaving McMahon just as a crunchy overhand cracked against her eye socket. Katic’s lanky stems buckled as her naked upper half was sprawled across the corner ropes; squelching as she slid down the post into a spread-eagled seat.

1… 2… Katic’s taut abdomen crunched with folds of flesh as she drunkenly fumbled with the middle rope, listlessly gurgling before spilling to an awkward side-seat on her hip.

3… 4… 5… 6… Slowly inching her long legs up beneath her, Katic steadied herself against the post and hoisted herself upward with the help of the ropes; using a free hand to clumsily try and untangle the bunched material of her top that was draped around her waist.

7… 8… Up at eight, Katic was afforded an extra half-minute to remedy Steph’s impromptu wardrobe makeover; able to stall out the last few seconds with McMahon effectively handcuffed. It’s a titanic knockdown for the challenger, and she takes the lead with a 10-8 round.

Round 6/7:
Katic’s one remaining advantage was that she’d been here before. Not just in her career, but in the last four months. Knocked down against Garner, knocked down against Flair, knocked down against Krupa, knocked down against Strahovski. The one common thread was that Katic kept getting up. Steph knew it too; and after being rattled by a straight right from Katic that proved her punching power could still swell to knockout-levels, a timid McMahon didn’t press her luck. After taking a steady sixth 10-9, Katic was right back in the hunt.

The burly brunette’s legs didn’t have quite the same pedal as the earlier rounds, but McMahon still had pole-to-pole power; walking Katic across the ring with ferocious right jabs and snappy overhands that kept The Champ skipping out of harm’s way and on her toes. Steph grunt and exhaled as she lashed a slithery left across Stana’s chest, clobbering her shoulder and bulldozing the delicate slugger into the springy ropes. Katic alertly bobbed through a dart from the pursuant Diva, twisting a sharp body-hook into Steph’s rippling midsection before McMahon swept another crushing left over her head.

McMahon was breathing heavily now as her belly spasmed; grimacing as Stana lassoed out from between her and the ropes. Katic’s sinewy stems flexed as she pogoed on her toes; slicing a right hook into Steph’s unprotected hip before RAKING a left across her jaw. McMahon suddenly wobbled and stamped her footing; withering as she uncorked through a cumbersome left that fizzled well short of Katic’s head. Stana bide her time to let the venom from her last strike course through McMahon’s veins; waiting until Steph started to lumber backwards before pursuing and cutting her down with a balletic one-two combination overhand to the cheek. Katic piled on another callous left hook as Steph buckled and was on her way down; splattering across the canvas with a heavy, crashing thud.

1… 2… 3… Steph’s mascara-smeared lashes fluttered as her heavy chest rose and fell with strenuous pants; sputtering at the top of every deep breath as she finally spit out her mouthpiece to ease the struggle.

4… 5… 6… 7… Katic retreated to her corner with her hands on her hips, breathing just as heavily as McMahon; her heart fluttering closer to jubilation with every boisterous count from the official. McMahon used half the count to flounder to her side; her bulbs stretched wide before she collapsed back to her shoulders, arms strewn above her head as she exhaled with a final moan of resignation.

8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, AND STIIIIILLLLLLLLLL… THE JAGUAR TITLE HOLDER, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”