CBAD: Stana Katic vs. Leven Rambin

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (24-6-0, 24 KO)
5'9, 44 years old
Jaguar Title Holder

vs.

Leven Rambin (11-11-0, 11 KO)
5'8, 32 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 31st 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-pink string thong was devoured by plump 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.

After a strong start to her career under Lookout and Front Street tutelage, Rambin had hit something of a dry spell since her latest departure from management. Looking at her opportunity against the reigning Jaguar Title Holder as a tryout of sorts for perhaps her own Cougar run down the line, the busty blonde equaled the pep shown by Katic in her own entrance. Her long, curly blonde locks bounced in a springy pony tail as she slid through the ropes; answering the throngs of supporters happy to see her back in the ring with a playful shake of her curvy hips. Clad in a pale, muted purple bra and thong bottoms with frill and lace to spare, Rambin confidently mimed across the ring to the prepping Canadian; placing her palms together and motioning as though she was going to ‘put Katic to sleep’.

Round 1:
As the first got underway, Rambin appeared poised to do just that; swerving a trio of body hooks into the delicate curve of Katic’s hip to push her off the center mark. Katic covered eloquently, but as she cocked an overhand of her own, Rambin bucked forward and shouldered the stuttering brunette into the corner post; framing her taut navel for a relentless summoning of breathtaking hooks. Katic’s heels lifted off canvas with each explosive uppercut that tested the fibers of her abdomen; finally freeing herself by face-washing the dogged blonde and sidling through to escape. Katic answered with a thunderous clap of leather, ripping alternating crosses that bit into Rambin’s guard and quickly broke her down as she tried to pursue through them. As Rambin now slunk back, Katic twirled through a blistering right hook that swept just over Levin’s ducking skull, whooshing through air before a gutted; “HNNGGGUUUHH” bleated out from between their intertwined frames.

Katic’s statuesque frame suddenly wilted like a flower, awkwardly skewing and drifting backwards after Rambin bludgeoned her ribs with a crooked hook from below. Katic’s bulbs flashed toward her camp along the ropes before erupting with a cornered outpouring of flurried hooks, shelling the advancing blonde with reckless uppercuts and overhands until Rambin smartly conceded not to chase. Rambin surprisingly takes the first with some long-dormant precision and skill, 10-9.

Round 2:
Flipping the expected script somewhat in the first round, Rambin was particularly bouncy as she waded out to meet Katic for the second; grinning ear-to-ear as she felt she’d burrowed just a few inches into the brunette’s head. The blonde continued to confidently poke and prod, snapping a chest-piercing jab into one of Katic’s pert orbs just as the Canadian postured for another heavy attack. Rambin toyed with the stoic brunette, or so she thought; skidding left and right, opting to dodge and grab over pushing her narrow advantage. With Katic appearing passive enough to invite another siege, Rambin dove forward and twisted two clunky clubs toward the brunette’s temples; only to be crippled by a deafening *CRUNCH* of leather flying right back at her. The blonde’s bulbs lulled in their sockets as Katic slid half a stride forward and slung a compact uppercut through Rambin’s jaw; paralyzing the helpless actress and flickering her lights out in devastating fashion. A mist of sweat and a spring of disheveled locks flung through the air as Leven’s cranium snapped straight back, her arms jolting and stiffening with electricity before she puddled in a devastated heap of flesh at Stana’s feet.

1… 2… 3… Rambin awkwardly unraveled and curled to her side, her taut belly spasming with sharp, abbreviated pants as Katic retreated to a neutral corner.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!! She’s done! Stellar, world-class stopping power from Katic puts Rambin to sleep in just the second round.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 2, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”