CBAD: Stana Katic vs. C.J. Perry

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (17-5-0, 17 KO)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

C.J. Perry (3-4-0, 3 KO)
5'7, 37 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 23rd 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, 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 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.

Perry sported a much more comfortable, and revealing ring attire than one fans might have become accustomed to; tightly wrapped in a ruby-red micro bikini that rivaled the lascivious garb Katic had been forced into. The retired Diva was still jaw-droppingly fit, her toned midsection and sleek thighs rippling as she hooked the waist of her thong bottoms and sagged the low-rise band down her hips; touring the outskirts as if she was trying to win over any impartials before slipping into her gloves.

Round 1:
With no action last year, the former Diva was willing and eager to ruin Katic’s night; taking no time whatsoever to settle into the fight and instead heaping punishment on the heeled brunette. Katic’s reach advantage was a non-factor as she was put on her back foot by the disruptive blonde; Stana’s early attempts at pace-setting shunted and stuffed back down her throat as Perry abused the lithe brunette with a pair of showman-like flurries that pushed Katic into the ropes. Katic’s frame twisted as Perry sunk a rising uppercut into her navel, lifting her to her tippy toes before a crunchy hook snapped against her upper ribs. Stana grit her teeth in a shuffle retreat before a clubbing straight right was blocked just before flattening her exposed B-cups; wincing before retaliating with a snappy right jab that was more bark than bite. Perry with far more command than might have been expected after a layoff, she takes the first 10-9.

Round 2:
The second round had little to write home about, as both fighters slipped into a far more reserved rhythm after a boisterous first from the blonde. The erratic tempo that Perry fought with left the brunette guessing far more than she appeared comfortable with, unable to capitalize on her rangy strikes and resulting in repeated, clumsy embraces between the two. The blonde tried to steal the round late, but Katic’s slippery movement was exquisite; leaving Perry flailing at air with a reckless trio of overhands as the bell sounded. Neither fighter did enough to earn a point, so this round goes down as a draw.

Round 3:
Yet to really dent the blonde’s confidence or guard, Katic started the third with an ambitious foray into the tight-quarters territory that Perry had defended so well through the first two rounds. Expecting Stana to stall and test from the edge of her range, C.J. was caught flat-footed when Katic barreled through and erupted with a volcanic whirlwind to the tummy; lashing and flashing leather against her crunched midsection. Perry withdrew to a tight shell, but Katic was more than willing to investigate its durability; shucking the blonde’s walls with a pair of deliberate right hooks that dropped her arms for a brutal left to the temple. Perry’s frame shook, but she managed to sneak a gutsy rising right of her own through their twined bodies; pistoning her fist against Stana’s heart and thumping the brunette a handful of steps back. Katic was forced to cede some ground, but kept up enough token pressure to secure a point. Stana evens the fight with a 10-9 round.

Round 4:
With the contest squared through three, the action finally began to open up with Katic leading the unbridled charge. Wading into the mud at the blonde’s invitation, Stana took the reigns and walled Perry off near her own corner; twisting a weighty right hook into the blonde’s shoulder before following with a looping left.

“HNNNGGGGUUHHLL” The brunette suddenly mewled, her braided locks whipping through the air as her skull snapped back, hazel bulbs bugging as sweat misted across her toes. With Katic’s sloppy left stalling out mid-flight, Perry alertly flung a vicious straight right into her lips, buckling the actress’ slender stems. Stana gracelessly careened backwards, crab-walking across the ring before crashing into the corner post and sagging to her haunches. Able to sprawl halfway into the splits before hitting her ass, the brunette crunched and lifted somewhat upright before being enveloped by the charging blonde; awkwardly pinned by Perry’s sculpted frame to the ropes. Katic ducked through a trio of blind hooks from Perry before pushing to full height, her eyes stretched wide open, jaw hanging against the blonde’s shoulder as they pulled into a splayed clinch. Katic desperately bludgeoned the sturdy blonde’s side with repeated, gawky clubs, but Perry wouldn’t recede until she finally broke horns and stuffed a gutting left hook into Stana’s sternum. Narrowly slipping past a buzzer-beating overhand from Perry, Katic practically fell into her corner; knowing that she’d only just managed to escape the round with her head still on her shoulders. Perry takes a resurgent fourth, 10-8.

Round 5:
Yet to lose two fights in a row in her flowering career, Katic was finally more assertive to start the fifth; stalking the shorter blonde with much more malice and purpose. Perry proved she could take a punch herself, darting across the ring in a full retreat after a wicked one-two from the brunette that spiked against her rib cage in mirroring fashion, deflating her sculpted abdomen as she lurched away from contact. The sulking Diva winced as Katic circled into an artful sidewinding hook, tearing into the delicate curve of her hip and lawn-chairing the mewling blonde sideways. Perry practically kissed her knee as Katic slung a wanting left over her shoulder, narrowly avoiding the catastrophic sweep before a second savage uppercut spiked her scrunched cheek. Perry’s bulbs rolled in their sockets as her skull sloshed sideways, clamping down on her gum-shield as she erupted with a broken, gurgled grunt. The blonde shuffled drunkenly backwards, her mascara-smeared lashes daintily fluttering as her buckled knees knocked together; finally crashing spine-first into the bowing ropes at her side.

Katic kicked it into gear for a vulturous pursuit; ripping a reckless flurry into the blonde’s shelled defenses, mercurial lefts and rights wildly pouring into Perry’s curling upper half. The staggered Diva twisted and whimpered before a heat-seeking left hook split her forearms and detonated against her chin; her thighs buckling inward as she puddled where she stood, collapsing to all fours.

1… 2… 3… 4… Burying her flushed face against the canvas for the initial count, Perry looked completely resigned before suddenly springing back to her feet as if she’d been given a shot of adrenaline; a trickle of blood leaking from her cut cheek as she defiantly postured against Katic’s statuesque frame.

The brunette offered an admiring fist-bump, to which the blonde reciprocated before coiling through an assertive pair of left hooks that bludgeoned Katic’s crunching abdomen; erupting with a mist of sweat as leather drove through rippling flesh. Katic’s towering upper half tilted slightly as the crook of her elbow chicken-winged defensively against her ribs, diluting most of the blonde’s venom before biting right back with a sharp left cross of her own. The unraveled Diva hoarsely grunt as Katic’s left pierced her bosom, pancaking her tits and crashing the blonde into the corner. Perry throatily exhaled as she dribbled her mouthpiece to the mat to breathe, tossing an arm over the top rope as she crinkled sideways, nearly spilling to her knees. Katic once again applied the vice, slamming her taut midsection into the blonde’s and holding her still for a merciless barrage of right uppercuts to the chest and chin. Perry’s tortured frame bent and squirmed as each weighted fist cut through flexing muscle, finally spilling messily into the ropes and collapsing back to hands and knees. The official was quick to push through Katic and wave off the dizzied blonde, ending the fight along the ropes.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 5, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!"