Semifinals (Stana Katic vs. Yvonne Strahovski)

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (4-0-0)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

Yvonne Strahovski (4-0-0)
5'8, 39 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 19th appearance in the ring, her 15th as a managed fighter under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Hamilton, Ontario native, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 125 pounds, STANAAAAA KAAAAAATIC!!"

After observing first-hand Yvonne Strahovski’s stopping power in the Aussie’s last bout, Stana Katic meekly fluttered on her toes with a palpable anxious energy as she skipped down the sloped entrance ramp. Cornering for her new stablemate, Stacy Keibler in the Quarterfinals, Katic was given an opportunity to dissect the blonde’s game before their Semifinal match-up; a critical advantage her team hoped would somewhat level the playing field against the Hall-of-Famer. Strahovski was still thought to have an ever-growing advantage as the bell drew nearer; her colossal experience advantage expected to finally snuff out the feel-good story of Katic’s hometown run. Strahovski, to her credit, was business-like in the lead-up; crediting Katic for her extraordinary breakout campaign and undefeated streak thus far.

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 plump fold and delicate curve of her bronzed skin. Each athletic twist and shimmy of her taut 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, 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 corner show, the brunette arched her delicate rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pigtails before pumping her gloved fists together.

Strahovski answered with a sheer, black one-piece bikini; the waist of her thong bottoms arching high up her abdomen, splitting her rippling, bronzed stems. Her long, golden locks were tied up in a high pony tail, dangling between her shoulder-blades as she torqued and loosened her back. Sensing some of the nervousness emanating from Katic’s corner, Strahovski barked a muted taunt toward the brunette; her explicit-laden barb thankfully drowned out from the overhead microphones as the bell called them together.

Round 1:
The first round saw Katic display anything but nerves as she drowned out Strahovski’s pre-fight noise with an opening break haymaker. Despite having similar length, the blonde struggled with Katic’s wiggle, getting out-rotated by the older brunette and leaving herself open for thunderous body shots that sucked the pep from her step. Katic was an entirely different beast from her stablemate, Stacy Keibler; instead using her feet to create openings to sneak through gaps in Yvonne’s usually-staunch defenses. Left open by an over-rotation, Katic stamped an exclamation point on the round by ripping a tight left into the center of the blonde’s sternum, driving her into the ropes for a wicked flurry that left the Aussie desperately hunched against the wall, begging for the bell to save her. Katic takes an impressive opening round, 10-8.

Round 2:
After a less-than-comfortable opener, Yvonne made a Championship-level adjustment in the second; dragging the preening brunette right into the mud with her. Using the Canadian’s cycling against her, Yvonne managed to snare Katic and dig a hip-level left into her ribs, forcing Stana to plant a palm on the mat to avoid going down as she fumbled her gum shield to the canvas in a desperate pant for air. Despite slipping past a follow-up headshot, Yvonne managed to track the brunette down and club the side of her abdomen with a nasty straight right, beating her into the corner where Katic bottled things up on her side, awkwardly slumped against the post.

The brunette’s lithe frame twisted as she was wrecked by body shots, contorting her upper half to try and avoid catastrophic damage before Yvonne rung the bell by sneaking a sharp left uppercut through her forearms and finding the button. Katic’s eyes pinched shut in agony as the round finally ended, hooking the top rope with the crook of her armpit as her thighs gave out, gawkily hanging from the corner rope for a moment before she managed to drag herself home. 10-8 response from Strahovski.

Round 3:
A pair of lopsided rounds traded gave way to a much more cautious third, as the two fighters split the difference and didn’t do much of anything. A handful of sawed-off exchanges didn’t create enough separation between the Jaguar Championship hopefuls to award any points, and with more verbal sparring than physical, the round comes out to a draw.

Round 4:
With the brunette starting to feel more and more like she belonged, it was Yvonne that finally made the first catastrophic mistake. After landing a sturdy, thumping straight left to Katic’s bosom, the brunette appeared just vulnerable enough to draw Yvonne forward; enticing her to recklessly swivel through the exact same strike. Katic was fleet enough on her feet to stump the over-aggressive Aussie, interrupting her second left jab with a raucous pirouette of her own, sweeping a loaded right hand through Yvonne’s chin. Strahovski practically went airborne, losing her feet and spilling sloppily to her ass with all four limbs splayed to a separate corner.

Strahovski’s bulbs rapidly blinked as she vacantly stared at the rafters, the deafening roar of the crowd vibrating the ring as she fumbled to her side. Brushing through the official, Katic uncharacteristically straddled the wobbled blonde and hunched toward her ear, hissing an inaudible taunt before being shoved off by the referee; clearly still bothered by whatever private statement the Aussie issued prior to the fight. Despite making the count, Yvonne was undoubtedly shaken for the rest of the round; managing to tie Katic up just for survival’s sake when she wasn’t completely turning-tail to run. Katic takes an impressive fourth to break the tie, 10-8.

Round 5:
If the fourth round was a disaster for the blonde, the fifth was catastrophic. Clearly still wobbled and limping from the late action in the last round, Yvonne’s effort was pathetic as she never even left the tethered area where her stool had been plopped down. With Strahovski late out of her corner, Katic was out for blood as soon as the bell rang, rushing forward and overwhelming the blonde with a spirited flurry that stapled her to the ropes with little avenue for escape. Katic poured leather into the blonde’s belly, unable to do anything but flex her rippling abdomen and eat it, further scrunching with each uppercut blow before a delirious right hand de-cleated the blonde and sent her spilling into the springy ropes. It might have been more merciful for Strahovski to just go down, but instead the Aussie spilled into Katic’s lap and took another thunderous sweeping left hand in the cheek, rattling her right back into the corner. Yvonne slumped pathetically lower with each bludgeoning uppercut to her guard, washed over by wicked alternating sidewinders to opposite sides of her midsection. Strahovski’s ass sagged to the point it was practically touching the mat when the bell finally rung, looking like she didn’t even belong in the ring as she was stunningly shutout by Katic. 10-0.

Round 6:
It was tough to tell whether the momentum shift in the sixth was due to the Hall-of-Famer starting to come back to life, or simply Katic beginning to shut it down and coast. After being tagged with a looping left hand to the jaw, Strahovski strode through the contact to Katic’s surprise and draped herself over the sagging brunette; pulsing her rib cage with electric strikes that drove Stana into the corner. The Canadian’s spine clanged off the steel post as Yvonne pressed chest-to-chest with the floundering brunette, erupting with a meaty left to the jaw before Katic finally walled off her advances and stifled the attack. Katic responded with a healthy cross that staggered Yvonne, shoving her backwards with a two-handed push to the bosom, the breaking free from her pressure. Strahovski continued to probe, but didn’t find much more. She still takes the round, but needs a miracle. 10-9 Strahovski.

Round 7:
An energy injection was a welcome sight for Strahovski, but with a knockdown and a shutout under her belt, Katic had little reason to open herself up for unneeded risk or punishment. Strahovski was running out of time, and even more worryingly, she appeared to be running out of gas. Katic confidently walled up in the center of the ring, daring Strahovski to punish her guard, but the blonde could do little more than draw even in each subsequent tussle. Each tangling of their lithe frames saw an equal trading of punches, then one of the girls would simply pull a clinch. More often than not, it was Strahovski desperately clawing into a hug with the domineering brunette to cut her losses. Katic appeared to be in complete control as she sleepwalked to a stalemate. This round was another draw.

Round 8:
With Yvonne’s sense of urgency beginning to grow as the fight wore on, Katic shrunk deeper and deeper into a conservative shell, punishing the blonde’s predictable aggression thanks to her comfortable point lead. Three consecutive looping left hands from the Aussie were answered by a sharp dip through, then a biting right cross from Katic, choking off Yvonne’s blitzes and punishing her desperation with a trio of headshots. With her last snappy right leaving Strahovski vacantly wandering, Katic opened up and strode forward for the kill, toying with a peppy right before pulling it back and sweeping a sharp left hand toward the blonde’s cheek.

“KKHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH” Katic suddenly mewled in shock, her tight, flexing abdomen viciously bisected as Yvonne skid out of the way and drove a gutting right uppercut through Stana’s navel. The brunette’s floss-thin thong split her bubbly cheeks as she grunted and hunched at the waist, kissing her toes as the ferocious impact slung her torso forward, spilling her teardropping B-cups free from the thin tube top banded tightly around her sternum.

Katic hoarsely grunted as she hit her back heel and swung a desperate right club into the side of Yvonne’s temple, drumming her backwards a handful of steps to draw back even as the crowd hit their feet in unison. Katic’s dark-painted eyelashes fluttered as she clumsily drifted sideways, trying to hunt down Strahovski through a few disheveled strands of hair hanging over her eyes, stamping her weighted heels as she dribbled her mouthpiece between her wobbly legs. Coiling a wide-ranging left hand, Katic was bludgeoned before she could pull the string, circled by an invigorated Strahovski who ruthlessly ripped a rising right fist through her hanging jaw. Katic took a drunken side-step, her lean stems bowing before her knees buckled inward, wobbling on her toes. With the Canadian’s arms falling away, Yvonne coiled her rippling frame and twisted through a pitiless overhand, crossing Katic’s chin and callously snapping her neck a full 180 degrees. Katic throatily squelched as a mist of sweat and slobber coated the canvas, her topless upper half shimmying with a heavy convulsion before her thighs pinched shut and she collapsed, gracelessly folding over her own crumpled stems as she hit the ground tits-up, legs strewn into a chicken-winged split beneath her body weight. The brunette’s sternum swelled as she unconsciously pant and floundered, gurgling as the official straddled her hip and counted her out on impact.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 8, YVONNNNNEEE STRAHOOOOOOVSKI!!!!"


Post Fight:
Having not forgotten Katic’s verbal venom when she was on her back in the fourth, Strahovski patiently hawked the brunette’s convulsing frame, waiting until the official waved her off before swooping right back in. Katic’s sternum pitched with violent twitches, her naked chest fleshily jiggling as the Aussie craned down and cradled the back of Katic’s slender neck. Lifting the back of her skull off the mat for a brief moment before letting it thud back down, Yvonne undid the drawstring of her awkwardly displaced tube top, sliding it out from around the brunette’s midsection. The blonde meticulously knotted the strings back together, looping the belted material around around her own wrist. Katic feebly whimpered as Yvonne twisted her talons around a clump of her braided, sweat-matted auburn locks, lifting her upper half off the canvas by the scalp and forcing the Canadian’s chin through the hanging loop.

Katic’s arms dangled limply toward the canvas as she sputtered and gurgled, the material biting into her throat like a collar as she was propped and balanced on her knees, dangling lifelessly from the Aussie’s leash as Yvonne stepped back and heeled herself at Katic’s hip. The lifeless brunette slumped spread-eagle as her suspended frame balanced clumsily on her haunches, her naked sternum concaving and shimmying with convulsions, tits fleshily teardropping toward the mat as Yvonne arrogantly posed, reveling in another gutting of the Celebrity Wrestling Federation’s best.