Stana Katic versus Christina Hendricks (Jaguar Title)

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (36-6-0, 36 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Jaguar Title Holder

vs.

Christina Hendricks (17-13-0, 15 KO)
5'8, 48 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 43rd 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-white 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.

Christina Hendricks confidently dipped into the ring just a moment after Katic; her buxom, alabaster frame a mouthwatering contrast to the brunette’s. With quite a bit less skin on display but still completely busting out of her top, Hendricks adjusted her pillowy, overflowing tits in the completely unnecessary push-up corset practically painted around her waist. After making sure she was still tucked in, Hendricks retreated to her corner and took a deep, swelling breath before stepping out to call Katic forward.

Stana Katic and Christina Hendricks had met once before in late-2022; and although the Canadian came out on top in the sixth round, Hendricks had utterly dominated large stretches of the action. Katic had since ascended to remarkable heights in just the eight months since their previous meeting, but Christina was as dangerous a freelance fighter as you could find in the FCBA. With a Unified Welterweight Title shot under her belt in 2015, Hendricks was certainly not shy under the comparatively dim Jaguar Title spotlight.

Round 1:
While the redhead’s confidence might’ve been bubbling before the bell, it didn’t persist for very long. The Jaguar Champion roared out of the gates in search of her sixth straight defense and 17th consecutive win; using her unparalleled reach to pluck at and dissect the floundering Knoxville-native. A stranger to the JMDD circuit herself but not totally unaware of their chesty tactics, Katic made a conscious effort to hollow-out the redhead’s lungs; chugging relentless rangy hooks into Christina’s overflowing, porcelain F-cups. Looking refreshed after an exhausting Gauntlet battle in Japan just weeks earlier, Katic’s footwork was predictably exquisite; bounding in and out of distance to twist through biting hooks and overhands to the cheek as Christina struggled to time her replies. Hendricks’ rallied for late, gut-busting hook that caught Katic in the belly and forced her to branch off her pursuit, but it wasn’t nearly enough to undo all the good Stana did. 10-8 Katic.

Round 2/3:
After cranking up the voracity and stealing away an incredibly tight second 10-9; Hendricks finally hooked the skittery fish she had toying with the end of her line.

Katic had become far too comfortable throwing from the safety of her length; ripping uncontested jabs and crosses into Hendricks’ chest every time the two danced close enough to scrape paint. Having had enough of Katic’s unreciprocated tit-mauling, the busty redhead finally baited and snared a looping left from Stana; hooking her forearm beneath her armpit and dragging the Canadian closer with a sly tug. Katic exploded with a breathless grunt as Christina dropped and spiked a brutal piston into the brunette’s solar-plexus, then pulled her into another pair of venomous hooks that snapped against the delicate curve of her ribs.

Katic peeled off and sagged to half her height with a wounded whimper; drooling her mouthpiece to the canvas as Hendricks scythed a spit-take hook across her lips. The Champ’s hazel bulbs glossed over as she teetered to her heels; spilling into a gawky clinch with the buxom redhead in order to find her footing once more. Katic’s gangly stems slid and sprawled like a baby deer learning to walk as the bottom of her jaw was hammered by blind uppercuts from Hendricks; their drunken waltz finally sending both twisted beauties careening into the ropes where they were forced to spin off and separate. A frustrated Katic forced some pep into her legs; pogoing into an energetic hop in the last ten seconds to save some face. Hendricks jumps out in front with a perky 10-8 third.

Round 4:
One of Katic’s incredible strengths had been her resilience when rocked; an ability to dance her way through raindrops even when severely damaged. While still visibly shaken early in the fourth, the Champ managed to spring a simple glue trap on Hendricks; baiting her forward with what looked like another drunken clinch before unraveling a savage jab-uppercut to the point of her chin. With a balletic twist of her lithe torso, Katic two-tapped the redhead before she knew what hit her. Hendricks entire frame shook as her skull wobbled from the one-two; spilling to her heels in nearly as much trouble as Katic had been in just minutes ago.

Katic leapt to her toes and vultured her way into orbit; circling Hendricks and slashing sharp hooks and crosses toward her partially-covered chin as the Knoxville-native pulled away. Christina blubbered as a straight left eeked through her defenses and slammed against her cheek; then another, then another. Hendricks managed the same as Katic in her stupor; hooking the back of the lanky brunette’s neck and tugging her into a desperation clinch as she was stuck in neutral. Unlike Hendricks, Katic couldn’t quite shift her weight to create space for anything of substance; twirling in the heavier woman’s grasp until the official finally stepped in and spared her the energy that would have been wasted. Despite being unable to capitalize further, Katic seesaws back in front with a 10-8 clinic.

Round 5:
After a blustery pair of seesaw rounds, conventional wisdom might have expected the Champ to finally take the reins; but Hendricks was hiding another gear. Katic continued to work off the back of the damage she’d done the round prior; poking and tickling the heeled redhead with a trio of directional jabs that tested the springiness of her defenses. Hendricks laid in wait like a Venus Flytrap; patiently shuffling along until Stana lunged forward with an overreaching cross and whizzed it over her dipping shoulder. Christina craned sideways and curled a breathtaking hook into the delicate curve of Katic’s ribs; spearing her abdomen with a crunchy right hand.

The brunette squelched as a bony crack echoed; flinching with a sharp inhale before Hendricks trailed a drumming uppercut through her navel. Katic lifted off her toes as the redhead hip-checked her in the shoulder; straightening her lawn-chairing frame and spiking repeated overhands into her bony clavicles. The mewling Canadian sloshed and floundered into the ropes as Hendricks flattened her B-cups with a relentless wave of crashing rights; finally sweeping a comatose left across her flushed cheek. Katic gagged as she was slung to her knees against the ropes; drooling her mouthpiece out of the ring as her armpits and rack draped over the middle rope.

1… 2… Hendricks arrogantly shouted in the Champ’s ear as Stana drunkenly slouched to her haunches; her taut abdomen crunching with rolls of flesh as she curled to a sloppy seat.

3… 4… 5… 6… Katic slowly commanded her toned stems to stiffen; propping herself up against the ropes as the official tested and declared her fit to continue. Hendricks wasn’t quite through, however; lashing brash left and right overhands across the brunette’s teetering upper half while Katic simply tried not to tip out of the boat. The crowd roared as the last thirty seconds elongated with every wobbly step from Katic; nearly buckling and folding again from a temple-shot just as the horn sounded. Hendricks showed exactly why she was given this Title shot; taking a relentless round by shutout, 10-0.

Round 6/7:
Needing a knockout in all likelihood to retain her Title; Katic got off to a promising, albeit slow-churning start in the sixth. Hendricks was understandably somewhat passive in her approach now that she had an insurmountable point lead; meticulously guiding Katic into areas along the ropes where she felt the brunette’s lanky reach was all but neutered. Ultimately the Canadian grit her way to a 10-9 win; taking a leading hand most of the round and throwing buckets more leather than the redhead.

More was needed and more was asked of the Champ to start the seventh; her time to pounce needed to be now. The CWF corner and McElhone in particular was unusually dogged in the ear of Katic; reminding her of her class with an emphatic display of empowerment. Despite Hendricks raising her game to new heights, Stana had summited much higher peaks. To McElhone’s point, Christina hadn’t ventured into the seventh round since 2016; while Katic had done it seven times this year alone. A comparison of their fitness was a no-contest.

Without looking at the scorecard, it was easy to pick out the reigning Champion as the fight dragged mercilessly on. Katic’s footwork was still impeccable as Christina began to tire and falter; zigzagging in tight for a button-hook that pounded the redhead’s rack and nearly lifted her out of her corset. Hendricks whimpered and cradled the impact point with one arm; swooshing a pitiful left that came up well short of the retreating brunette. Katic skid to a sharp stop just as Hendricks rebuttal fell off and pounced into a rangy left; pouring a stiff drink down Christina’s throat. The redhead buckled and waded back, her frame lurching as Katic walked her into deeper waters; ripping left and right overhands into her rocking guard. The buxom challenger stumbled to her heels as Katic feigned with all her weight on her front foot; ducking an eye-catching left jab before Stana balletically re-centered. Hendricks swatted away the bait just as the brunette crow-hopped into a twisted right uppercut; squelching as the tip of Stana’s bladed fist erupted against the bottom of her chin. Sweat misted through the air as Hendricks skull snapped straight back; her arms pinwheeling as her top-heavy frame stiffened and teetered lifelessly to the canvas.

1… 2… 3… 4… Christina’s twisted frame unraveled with each fleshy pitch and spasm; spitting out her gum-shield as she sulked flat to the canvas. Her motions were completely disjointed as she fluttered skyward; making out Katic’s fuzzy silhouette towering over her as she reached desperately for the bottom rope.

5… 6… 7… The redhead whimpered as she hooked the rubber with one arm; scooching herself closer to the base of the ropes with a heavy tug. Her eyes vacantly darted as she pulled a few inches off the mat; throatily grunting before her noodly arms finally gave out and she collapsed to her backside.

8… 9… 10!!

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