CBAD: Stana Katic vs. Anna Kournikova

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (21-6-0, 21 KO)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

Anna Kournikova (14-13-1, 10 KO)
5'8, 41 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 28th 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 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 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 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.

Anna Kournikova had essentially disappeared for the last decade from the FCBA ring, but she’d be damned if she didn’t still know how to make an entrance. The newly-minted Jaguar was back and strutting with a bang; her bronzed torso even more toned than in her younger years as she sauntered toward the ring in a skin-tight, black satin bikini. Her golden locks done-up in a braided pair of pigtails, the baby-faced Russian looked every bit the part of a fighter who’d stayed more than ready to answer a call back to the ring. It appeared that Katic’s camp had done their homework in selecting a game fighter who could still push their workhorse despite an extended layoff.

Round 1:
Deviating from her usual inviting, patient style, Katic was the aggressor over the unpracticed blonde; shunting Kournikova’s plodding opener and tipping her to her heels immediately. Anna’s chiseled abdomen was tenderized and tested as slicing hooks poured into her belly, stuffing below the curve of her rib cage as Katic walked her into the ropes just a minute in. The blonde twisted and hid behind her forearms, grunting as a relentless hellfire of leather punctured her upper half, a final overhand left bludgeoning the valley of her sternum as a fleshy clap erupted and she caved into the corner.

Katic quickly dove forward and polished the blonde’s chin, rattling the former tennis pro’s jaw with another tangled one-two that sprawled her against the post in serious need of saving. With Katic hunched over the gutted, sputtering blonde’s shoulder, Anna pushed forward as if she were attempting a two-legged takedown; wrapping the brunette up around the waist and tugging her into a clumsy stalemate. Katic squirmed and wiggled as her thighs were hugged by the desperate blonde, trying to pry their locked frames apart for the last half minute of the round with little meaningful help from the official. As expected, Katic comes out strong with a 10-8 round.

Round 2:
After sleep-walking through her first round back, Anna finally arrived to the party in the second. Anticipating the walkover would continue, Katic kept leading the pace until her skull was nearly separated from her shoulders by Kournikova. After deftly swatting away an attempted yo-yo to the body from Katic, Kournikova summoned a hellish missile out of seemingly nowhere; pistoning a spiky left hand down Stana’s throat. The brunette’s hazel bulbs stretched wide as she was slung into the corner post, hoarsely trumpeting as Anna drove two more hooks through her delicate torso, skewering the brunette’s tightly-bound B-cups. As Katic defensively coiled her lithe frame to shield it from the full-frontal, Anna slid sideways and wrapped another meaty right through the brunette’s faltering wall, kissing her chin and sprawling the shaky Canadian over the side rope. Kournikova slid another pair of crosses into Stana’s waist, punctuating the ten second count and the final bell with breathtaking tummy shots that left Katic puddled in the corner as the round expired. Anna builds some serious momentum late, leveling the fight with a 10-8 round and a near knockdown.

Round 3:
A knockdown or worse felt like an inevitability had Anna just been afforded ten more seconds in the previous round, but she wasted little time in picking up right where she left off. Katic kicked it into a zombie shuffle as she forced an ill-advised engagement in minute two; clanking a trio of body shots off Anna’s flexing midsection that were devoid of any semblance of stopping power. Katic’s torso deflated as the last deflected into the ether, clumsily sloshing sideways before the charged blonde erupted. Pawing at the thin, belted cleavage of Katic’s tube top, Kournikova yanked the off-balance brunette into an ab-splitting scissor hook that sunk deep into the Canadian’s hip, snapping her over at the waist. Katic’s throaty wail was abruptly silenced, her pearly white teeth rattling as Anna splintered her jaw with a duo of tapered underhooks. The actress’ glossy bulbs rolled in their sockets as her mascara-smeared lashes fluttered, teetering forward before a final left swept across her cheek.

A mist of slobber sloshed across the mat as Katic’s gum-shield slung between the ropes and to the concrete below, her nearly bare chest shimmying with a quick twitch before her sternum concaved inward and she sprawled across Kournikova’s feet.

1… 2… Kournikova reflexively slung a half-hearted soccer kick into Katic’s bosom just to get the sprawled Canadian off her shins; rolling the fetal brunette to her backside with a dismissive scoff as she stood straddling Stana’s hip.

3… 4… 5… 6… 7… Katic amassed every ounce of concentration to plant four flags in the canvas; pushing to hands and knees before sulking to her haunches for a few second respite. Nearing danger territory, Katic valiantly pressed to her feet, taking a quick jog to her corner before circling back to the official to continue. With little time to operate after the stall, Kournikova settled for damage done thus far. She takes another stunning round 10-8.

Round 4:
The fourth round featured more of the same, with Katic simply holding on for dear life as she floundered in Kournikova’s wake. The blonde was insatiable, picking the gawky Canadian apart limb-by-limb until Katic was wandering around shell-shocked. Forced to protect her chin, Katic’s navel was bludgeoned to the point she could hardly draw an unobstructed breath; her taut, flexing tummy spasming as she tried to pant and refill her lungs, gutted by a relentless barrage of hooks to the hips and waist. Anna’s operation was silky smooth, executing without resistance as she tore through the dogged brunette from post-to-post for the third consecutive round. Kournikova again, 10-8.

Round 5:
Finding herself trailing a seasoned veteran who’d gotten her tail in the air with an early knockdown, Katic appeared even more dumbfounded than her corner at Anna’s form. Out-classed in three straight rounds and needing a boisterous answer, the wily brunette returned to the game of cat-and-mouse that had vaulted her into the conversation at Lightweight despite her age. Kournikova was understandably head-hunting to start the fifth, pinwheeling through a pair of whizzing overhands that buzzed Stana’s temples just seconds in. The brunette was balletic in her efforts to avoid while staying connected; following each of Kournikova’s wanting volleys with a bisecting uppercut to the navel, the second of which doubled and slunk the stalking blonde back to her side of the ring.

As the two rushed forward and clashed, it was Katic who first wore a meaty slug to the cheek; her jaw sloshing from the impact before she twisted through a torrid answer. Kournikova buckled in-turn, skidding a half-step sideways before both poured matching uppercuts into opposite sides of the ribs. The shrill squeal that leaked from the exchange couldn’t be easily identified or attributed to either fighter, both looking wounded as they retreated and mirrored each other again with a touring circle around the ring. The more adventurous blonde ended up paying for her forays into Katic’s punching lanes; each time being venomously tagged as she attempted to keep the pressure on Stana. The brunette finally started to find her element; baiting Kournikova until the blonde had been sufficiently shelled to the point she was no longer interested in being the instigator. Katic takes a far more composed round, 10-9.

Round 6:
With Kournikova’s controlling leash having been sawed off in the last round, Katic seemed somewhat freed of the blonde’s weight. Anna tried to keep making the heady play, but each time she just dug deeper into a hole that was starting to swallow her. A sweeping overhand right was ducked under by Katic, opening the gate for a suffocating hook into the blonde’s pierced navel. Anna buckled, but strode through another eye-level overhand; this time snapping through the brunette’s ghostly contrails as Katic rolled her shoulder and spiked another biting body shot into the model’s tender ribs.

Anna’s back knee twisted inward and sagged toward the canvas, wincing as her arms fell to her sides to close off access to her pulsing abdomen. Katic snapped a quick trio of rights into Anna’s elbow, then looped a left uppercut through her defenses, lifting the blonde to her toes. Kournikova throatily wailed as Katic’s stinging left exploded against her sternum, wilting forward and spilling into Stana’s lap. Katic awkwardly fumbled with the blonde’s gangly limbs, finally discarding her desperate counterpart and lifting through a rising uppercut into Anna’s hanging jugs. The debilitated Russian gasped and clutched her chest, her mouth falling agape before a throaty squelch cut her anguished plea short. With Anna aimlessly drifting without a rudder, Katic whisked a temple-high right overhand across the blonde’s bow, racking her skull sideways and sending the catatonic Kournikova to hands and knees.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Anna pathetically curled into the fetal position with her face buried between her forearms, her forehead resting on her gloves as she desperately pant and gagged for oxygen. Her ass jut skyward as she slowly reeled in her stems and tucked them to her belly, seemingly preparing to push upright before sloppily collapsing splayed on all fours.

7… 8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”