Quarterfinals (Stacy Keibler vs. Yvonne Strahovski)

Tale of the Tape:

Yvonne Strahovski (3-0-0)
5'8, 39 years old

vs.

Stacy Keibler (2-1-0)
5'11, 43 years old

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

Intro:
Looking back on the cordial huddle at the end of the Stacy Keibler versus Stana Katic Pool Play bout, the viewer was left with a slew of questions and nothing in the way of answers; and with radio-silence from all camps, nothing had been made any clearer until now. Stacy made her grandiose entrance into the ring with not one, but TWO camps at her heels. Still supported of course by her current employer, Empire Boxing, her ranks were surprisingly bolstered by a surprise addition; Stana Katic and a few select trainers from the Celebrity Wrestling Federation. Considered retired and acting as head-trainer for the last 3+ years, it appeared as though the itch to compete on a regular basis hadn’t quite been scratched for the blonde as of late. At just 43 years old, and with a new stable emerging in the CWF that seemed to embrace and empower aging superstars like herself, Keibler had made the decision to step out of retirement and re-join the FCBA circuit full-time. Recruited by Katic after the brunette saw first-hand how much Keibler had left in the tank, the former WWE Diva intended to finish out this tournament under the banner of Empire Boxing before coming out of retirement officially and stepping right into the CWF stable.

It was a unique situation of potential self-sabotage, as the winner of Keibler versus Strahovski was set to potentially face Stana Katic in the next round, but that bridge could be crossed if it came to it. Standing in the way and hoping to spoil an all-CWF semifinal was four-time Lightweight Champion and Hall-of-Famer, Yvonne Strahovski. The Aussie native had positioned herself well for another Title shot, though her run through Pool A had not been without its rocky moments. Knocked down twice and shutout once in just three fights, Yvonne looked just about as vulnerable as she ever had during her long career; though it would still take a herculean effort from Keibler to fell the favorite.

Outfits:
Keibler’s lithe, Amazonian frame was lewdly wrapped in a microscopic string bikini that left little to the imagination. The blonde’s sternum swelled with anxious pants and deep, calming breaths; her taut abdomen sculpted out of bronze, her perky tits delicately swaddled by a thin-banded tube top that belted tightly around her mushrooming B-cups. Keibler craned her long stems and dipped into a filthy crouching split, playfully shimmying her hips at the base of her crouch. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling folds of flesh, finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips. Ending her old-school WWE entrance to raucous applause, the blonde arched her delicate rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pony tail before pumping her gloved fists together.

Round 1:
Only considering the opening few minutes, one might have assumed that it was Stacy Keibler who was the heavy favorite. Dictating pace and forcing uncomfortably-ranged engagements on Strahovski, the former Diva was virtually spotless. After a quick reflex-tester from Yvonne that fell pitifully short, Keibler washed over Strahovski and bullied her into the ropes, refusing to relinquish positional control for the rest of the round. Sharp body shots opened up the Aussie for a thunderous left to the cheek, rocking Strahovski into retreating deeper into a corner. Keibler kept her feet planted through anything Yvonne could offer, eating a snappy left-left-right combination to the tits and rib cage that would have backed off most. Yvonne looked completely befuddled at how to deal with Keibler’s height, and the scorecard showed it. 10-8, Keibler.

Round 2:
In the opening seconds of round two, it appeared as though Yvonne was in for more of the same, barely strafing out of her corner before Keibler paced out to meet and overwhelm her. The Maryland native draped herself over Yvonne and tugged the unwilling participant into a controlling clinch, breaking away every few moments for a coiled body shot with alternating hands. Pressed chest-to-chest with Keibler and running out of space to operate, Yvonne timed one of Keibler’s withdrawals to perfection and snuck a vicious left hand between their bodies, piercing Stacy’s ribs and knocking her back. The former Diva recoiled with a throaty whimper, grimacing as Strahovski leapt forward and erupted with a heart punch that sunk deep into Stacy’s left tit.

Keibler drunkenly careened into the corner post clutching her bosom with both palms, mouth frozen agape as she miraculously stayed upright. Yvonne practically sprinted at Stacy as she slumped against the ropes, walling up just in time to deflect a clunky shot to the skull that rattled off her forearms. Yvonne spent the second half of the round wailing on an immobile Keibler, baiting with devastating gut-sucking uppercuts to the belly before lifting through heavy slugs to the jaw and temple. Keibler struggled to deal with the abdomen work, but wisely refused to open up for Yvonne’s headshots, managing to survive the round but leaking points in the process. 10-8 Strahovski.

Round 3:
Round three was somewhat of a continuation of the second, as the bench time wasn’t nearly enough for Keibler to fully catch her breath. Out-circling the stagnant Diva to the tune of three or four crushing wide crosses to the ribs, Keibler was finally backed enough into a corner to hit the panic button. As Yvonne planted to spin through another gut punch, Keibler shuffled opposite her, sucking her belly out of reach and instead side-winding a crude right club into the blonde’s hanging chin. Yvonne lost her mouthpiece, but somehow didn’t fold, instead rushing into an unexpectant Keibler and filling her tummy with a flurry of punches. Leather and flesh hissed and clapped as Yvonne planted a shoulder into Stacy’s bosom and erupted with uppercuts, skewering her taut midsection and nearly squashing it paper thin as she drove her into the ropes. As Stacy rebounded off the springy outskirts, the two intertwined bodies careened together, Keibler’s spine bowing as the Aussie continued to pour stumpy rights into her navel. The bell finally broke their embrace, but Yvonne did enough late to win the round. 10-9 Strahovski.

Round 4:
After sacrificing a round loss but finally catching her breath from the second, a rejuvenated Keibler turned the fight on its head. With her feet moving again, Stacy kept a careful eye on the ranges from which she was engaging, refusing to trade if Yvonne managed to squirm too close for her liking. Striking only from a comfortable distance, Keibler connected on a deft, sweeping left cross that knocked Yvonne off balance, allowing for another sturdy right to follow with a fleshy *THUMP*. Strohovski’s entire upper half shook as Stacy’s gloved fist rattled off her lips, awkwardly skidding to her ass staring blankly up at the rafters. The stunned blonde’s bulbs fluttered as she turned and crawled on her belly, pathetically blubbering as she struggled to comprehend what planet she was on. Strahovski somehow pulled back to her feet, but she was in a bad, bad way, going downhill for the remainder of the round. 10-8 Keibler.

Round 5:
Feeling as though Yvonne’s attention had shifted fully to breaking down her midsection, Stacy dangled the carrot early in the fifth. With Strahovski eagerly wading forward with a telegraphed right hand cocked and loaded, Stacy invited the sweeping tummy shot, only to scoot out of the way at the last second. On her way out of Strahovski’s range, the wily Diva slung a looping, fadeaway left that just managed to tag Yvonne on the chin. Despite lacking some pop, it found the button, nearly knocking Strahovski to the ground for a second time had she not caught herself with a hand planted on the canvas.

Yvonne drunkenly sloshed across the ring before straightening back up with a deer-in-the-headlights look plastered across her flushed features, her legs refusing to cooperate no matter how frantically she commanded. Stacy was quick to stalk, posturing up right at the blonde’s hip and following wherever she went, burying biting rabbit punches into her side every time she turned tail. With Yvonne desperately shelled up behind her forearms, Stacy unleashed a flurry of left-right volleys on her midsection, trying to crack her concrete abdomen and force the Aussie to open up her temples. Yvonne bent, and bent, and bent, but didn’t quite break, simply sagging lower as Keibler continued to bury her under leather. Yvonne looked as though she didn’t belong in the ring, and Keibler poured it on late for a remarkable shutout. 10-0 Keibler.

Round 6:
After an embarrassing display in the fifth, Strahovski rebounded nicely with a grinding effort in the sixth. It might not have been the prettiest win, but Yvonne led in both punches landed and high-danger strikes; walking a confident Keibler back with effective right hands to the abdomen and navel. Keibler was still susceptible to gut shots, as Yvonne quickly found out, as a single uppercut that snapped against Stacy’s flexing tummy sent her into a full retreat. Yvonne walked into a brisk pair of mirroring lefts that sunk into the Diva’s ribs, lowering her hands and allowing Strahovski to sneak a heavy right cross into her temple. Keibler’s momentum was stunted, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get her back in the fight. Strahovski takes the round, but narrowly. 10-9.

Round 7:
Despite a brief reprieve in pressure during the last round, Stacy came right at the back-footed blonde to start the seventh. Already at a significant height disadvantage, the Aussie appeared to be shrinking even further beneath the shadow of the leggy Diva as the rounds wore on, seemingly running on fumes from the incessant duress. Keibler continued to enjoy her range, whipping frantic lefts into the body of Strahovski, doing everything she could to drive the blonde into the corner ropes. Yvonne’s flexing abdomen rippled as Stacy sunk a pair of driving uppercuts into her waistline, breathlessly squealing as Stacy took a half step back and snapped a sharp straight right hand into her chin. Yvonne’s golden locks bounced wildly as her skull slung backwards, her bulbs glossing over as she fell into the ropes, once again collapsing on hands and knees at Stacy’s feet.

“Get the f*ck up so I can sit you right back down again!” Keibler barked, standing over an aloof Strahovski as she quickly rose and searched once again for her wits, managing to stand at 7.

Keibler strode forward and hissed a wild overhand past Yvonne’s shoulder, instinctively ducking beneath it and ripping a right uppercut into the Diva’s vulnerable navel. Keibler hoarsely exhaled, wailing in frustration before sweeping through two more crosses at temple-height. Yvonne athletically eluded the first before shunting the weight of the second, rushing forward and plunging a crippling shank just below Keibler’s bowed rib cage. Stacy’s mascara-smeared lashes pinched shut as she let out a throaty mewl, blubbering her mouthpiece to the mat before taking a stutter step backwards. The former Diva dropped her elbows as she teetered on her heels, folds of flesh forming on her taut belly as she scrunched at the hip, wilting away from Strahovski.

An indomitable Strahovski strode forward with ill-intent, crudely hooking the tube top belt fastened around Stacy’s breasts and lifting the biting spandex material until it caught her armpits, spilling Keibler’s tits free and straightening her gangly frame to full height. Venom dripped from Keibler’s pearly white teeth as she cocked a retaliatory right hand, only to be bludgeoned again by a straight left hand through the center of her sternum. Keibler wobbled to her tippy toes, sloshing vacantly forward before Yvonne spun through a calamitous right hand that savagely slung through Keibler’s chin. The blonde’s thighs knocked together before folding inward and buckling, the ring quaking as she spilled to her knees. Her teardropping tits quaked as she hit the ground on a knee, her torso twitching with a violent convulsion before she lifelessly collapsed flat on her belly, arms and legs strewn messily to four corners. The blonde was still spasming as the count hit 10, completely devastated by the Aussie’s power.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, YVONNNNNEEE STRAHOOOOOOVSKI!!!!"