Fight 6 (Charlotte Flair vs. Stana Katic)

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (25-6-0, 25 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Jaguar Title Holder
Team Canada

vs.

Charlotte Flair (20-17-0, 20 KO)
5'10, 37 years old
Team America

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 32nd 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.

Charlotte Flair was just about as daunting an opponent as you could find across any weight class. Beyond the imposing measurables and stunningly fit frame was the fact that everything she’d accomplished thus far in her career had been done without a whiff of management. Three Welterweight Championship fights; plus downing the likes of Upton, Ferguson, Theron. The self-sufficient WWE-Empress stepped back into an all too familiar ring; looking to slam the door shut and bury the Canadians for the night. Just a few years before she’d be eligible to compete with the reigning Jaguar Title holder on the 40+ circuit, Flair had designs on sending a loud message to the lanky Katic that she was no more than a placeholder. Clad in a latex, skin-tight pale blue bra and matching boy-cut booty shorts, Flair dazzled as the overhead spotlights glimmered off the diamond studs lining her bra. Her long, curly platinum locks trailed over her shoulders and down her chest, freely bouncing as she began to posture in her corner.

Round 1:
Fast-forwarding right through the pleasantries and feeling out process, Flair made a thumping statement early when she rattled Katic’s modest rack with a brutal seeing-eye hook. Given pause by the raw stopping power of Charlotte’s right hand, Katic was forced to play catch-up the rest of the round. Backing away from engagements, shunting off some aggression from the North Carolina-native, and forced to wall up through a few early storms; Katic fell well behind on the scorecard in a hurry. Her first solid contact of the round was just as disheartening, as a fleshy blow to Flair’s trunk-like midsection didn’t even elicit the faintest flinch from the concrete-stomached blonde. Flair comes out of the gates strong, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
Despite the age discrepancy tipping in Flair’s favor, it was Katic who was expected to pace with speed and alacrity. Her punching power notwithstanding, Flair’s movement was undoubtedly wanting; as she struggled to keep up as Katic turned on the burners in the second and danced circles around the lumbering blonde. Quick darts forward for a solid tag to the chin, dainty forays in for a testing hook to the ribs and midsection. Flair wasn’t overwhelmed, but Katic’s pressure began to mount just as much on the scorecard as it did in Charlotte’s head. Aggravated at her inability to snag the skittish brunette, her mistakes continued to compound and allow Stana to venture toward more lengthy combinations that began to take their toll. A brutal one-two sweep-hook to the chin punctuated a third round that saw the Jaguar Champion leap in front after dropping the first. Katic rebounds nicely with a leveling 10-8 second, then steals the lead with a 10-9 third.

Round 4:
After a brief period of dictation, Katic’s grip on the reigns was starting to slip. Flair’s concrete midsection was unaffected as Stana feathered a snappy left-right tandem into her lower belly; the blonde grunting as she twisted through a vicious hook to the abdomen that rattled the Canadian for the first time since the opening round. Katic winced as her lithe frame curled inward, crunching her abs as Flair planted her heels and drove another hammer through Stana’s navel. Katic’s back foot skid and buckled inward as she let out a throaty moan, gagging as Flair tried to bore a hole through her upper pelvis. The blonde coiled and torqued her powerful, compact midsection through another meteoric overhand; this time racking Katic’s forearm defenses and bludgeoning the smaller brunette into the tangle of the ropes. Katic spun through a desperate, unhinged left that swept across Flair’s chin; momentarily stunning Charlotte before she pushed through and stuffed a trio of daggers into Stana’s heart.

The brunette bleated as the first two crashed through the walls of her defenses, staggered already before the third pierced her breast with a meaty *THUMP*. Katic wobbled drunkenly across the ropes as the sheer weight of the blow took her breath; staggering into the corner post and swaddling her mushrooming breast as Flair continued to stalk. Stapled to the corner boards, Katic whimpered as her corner pleaded with her to hang on; rapping the ten second count on the apron as Charlotte began to flurry. Katic artfully weaved and bowed her statuesque frame, plunging through Flair’s violent overhands as each one crashed like lightning from the clouds. The brunette lurched and ducked to half her height, narrowly avoiding a rocket at the bell that rattled the steel post behind her spine. It feels like Flair has started to take the keys to this fight, and takes the round 10-8.

Round 5:
Pulled out of the corner by the official, Katic was still trying desperately to buoy her lungs after the flattening her midsection received in the prior round. Deep, exaggerated panting swelled the Canadian’s slender sternum; springing on the balls of her feet and forcing some activity into her wobbly legs to feign as though they had more spirit and energy than they had in reality. Unfortunately, Flair had no intention of buying what she was selling. The relentless blonde surveyed for just a split second before slinging a meaty paw into Katic’s ribs, doubling the wilting brunette before tearing through tender cartilage with another sharp twist of her hips. Katic throatily wailed as her rib cage was shredded on both sides by barbaric, windshield-wiper hooks; hoarsely exhaling as she was bullied into the corner post by the muscled blonde. Katic hooked the rope with the crook of her left elbow, attempting to back Flair off by extending her right arm between them and posturing. Flair saw the puffing of her chest as another invitation, driving a crushing straight right hand into the center of her sternum, pancaking her tits.

“HNNNNNGGGGUUHHhhhhlll…” Katic gutturally mewled, her upper half going limp and concaving around Flair’s piercing fist; her hazel bulbs lulling in their sockets as her mouth dropped open to suck wind. Charlotte took her left palm and straightened the quaking brunette back to her heels, sprawling her shoulder-blades over the top rope before jerking upward with a rising uppercut that detonated against the bottom of her jaw. Katic let out a raspy, abbreviated grunt; her skull snapping straight back before her thighs pinched inward, collapsing awkwardly atop her folded lower half. The buckled brunette inarticulately blubbered as she sagged clumsily against the post, unraveling spread eagle at the base with an armpit looping over the middle rope.

1… 2… 3… 4… A mouthful of blood dribbled from her lips as she gracelessly slouched sideways, staining the bronzed folds of her scrunching tummy before she tipped forward and spilled to all fours.

5… 6… 7… Flair trailed the crawling brunette with a smile plastered across her lips; plucking at the band of Katic’s string thong as though she was taking the drunken, sloshing Canadian for a walk across the ring.

Somehow before the count of 8, Katic had stumbled back upright; using the far post for leverage as she was levied by the official and miraculously given a passing grade. Ever the showman, Flair got her money’s worth for the last minute of the round; following the leaking, blood-soaked Katic across the ring and baiting even more effort out of the frazzled brunette. Flair scores huge with a brutal knockdown, taking another round 10-8.

Round 6:
After being cleaned up between rounds, it took just half a minute for Flair to open Katic right back up. The peacocking blonde stuck to Katic’s hip like glue, drumming her twitching midsection with merciless, unrelenting hooks and uppercuts to the body. Katic gagged as she was lifted off her feet by a looping, wheelbarrow uppercut that skewered her navel; her heels barely hitting the ground before a snappy left swept across her temple and lawn-chaired her into the ropes. A mist of sweat and blood sloshed across the ring and dribbled down Katic’s chin; her tiny tube top now stained, dampened and clinging to her chest covered with blood. Trampolining off the ropes right back into Flair’s hip, Katic pulled a desperate clinch; hugging the blonde with double underhooks as she burried countless rabbit punches into the delicate curve of Stana’s ribs.

Katic began to whimper as her churning was slowly overtaken by the blonde’s powerful lower half, driving the intertwined pair into the corner where Stana’s spine clanged off the post. Flair confidently leaned back atop her perch, her hip pinching between the brunette’s thighs to keep her stapled to the wall where she was free to volley. The blonde chugged countless uppercuts and side-hooks into Stana’s breasts, dribbling her chest before a stiff overhand rattled off her clavicles and sprawled her over the post. Grimacing, Katic twisted to the side just in time to catch another brutal sweeper that clobbered her temple, folding her into the ropes. Frantically extending both her palms to try and two-hand pry Flair off of her, Katic was suddenly gutted as Charlotte surprisingly receded and slipped a lacerating sidewinder into her liver. Stana gutturally exhaled, trembling as her taut abdomen curled and flexed, rolls forming on her belly as she sagged against the post. Just as Flair coiled another, the bell cut her off, ringing out just as her right hand reached its apex. Katic’s paralyzed frame spasmed as she drew in sharp, abbreviated breaths; wincing as she collapsed to a sloppy seat in the corner just seconds after the bell ended the round. This fight is on the verge of becoming too sickening to continue. Katic’s corner needs to consider throwing the towel, as Flair shuts her out 10-0.

Round 7:
Having just gone into the 9th round in her Championship bout against Jennifer Garner, it wasn’t so much a question of whether Katic had the stamina to continue. The bigger question was whether this fight was worth the potential injury risk should she continue to absorb the colossal beating being doled out by the bigger, heavier Flair. Without a single solid punch landed in the sixth, Katic already found steadier footing when an opening trade saw her pierce the blonde’s shields with a flashy overhand to the jaw. Miraculously getting her feet revved back up after two rounds of inactivity, Katic did the unconscionable and advanced on the frontrunning Flair; fitting in a spiraling hook to the tits, then a crooked left uppercut to the ribs, then a drubbing overhand to the cheek. Flair was in a full backpedal as Katic stormed her walls with an admirable salvo, pouring in body shots to the Diva’s seemingly impenetrable abdomen as she flexed against the ropes. Flair rebutted with a manic, looping left that whizzed over Katic’s ducking head; leaving her open for a crunchy hook to the liver that *CLAPPED* off her taut midsection. The blonde wilted, but restored her footing with a quick grimace and shuffle; skirting away before the exhausted brunette could follow. Not only did Katic survive, but she somehow responded with a 10-8 round of her own. It’ll still take a knockout, but there’s life for the Canadians.

Round 8:
As the fight wore on, Flair’s tight, compact swings slowly became more unhinged and graceless; growing more frenzied every time she swung past the balletic brunette with nothing to show. Katic’s rhythmic, elusive movements afforded her an early opportunity on which she capitalized; cranking a fleshy left hook into Flair’s massive bosom and driving her out of the center of the ring. The blonde was quickly back on her heels, drifting away from a suddenly flurrying Katic; pounding Charlotte’s chest with a straight right and clobbering her chin with a trailing uppercut. Now it was Flair who wobbled to the corner, one of her knees buckling as Katic lept through a wicked, tapered uppercut that drubbed the side of her cranium. Charlotte awkwardly scrunched into a compact ball as Stana towered over her, unleashing splintering barbs and knives into the folds of her midsection until the blonde began to open up for more honed fire. Katic flashed all the leather she could muster in a thirty second barrage at the bell, but in her exhaustion it wasn’t enough to put the blonde down. Flair survives, but her lead in this fight has been unthinkably cut to ONE after a stunning shutout. 10-0 Katic.

Round 9:
Both fighters could scarcely stand as they waded out for the ninth; Flair’s belly swelling much more rapidly with contractions as she struggled to keep her hulking frame from teetering into Stana as they briefly met center-ring. The blonde clumsily lassoed Katic by the hip, mauling her right side and trying to pull her into a looping hook to the lower ribs; only to be discarded as Katic swiped her hands away. Frustrated and off-kilter, Flair coiled a titanic right hand, cocking it over her shoulder just before the more nimble brunette feathered a venomous right hook through to her sternum. Flair let out a guttural grunt and lurched forward as the brunette’s strike rattled home; her eyes bugging as Katic whipped another sweltering cross into her liver, then a surging underhand into the side of her jaw… *BANG* Charlotte sloshed and careened diagonally, gracelessly crashing into the ropes before spilling to hands and knees at their base.

1… 2… 3… Flair dribbled her mouthpiece to the canvas as she tried to methodically place one hand in front of the other, crawling just half a step before her wobbly arm failed and she faceplanted against the ropes.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… One arm crossed and limp beneath the weight of her sternum, she tried to deadlift her entire frame with one hand; her bicep quaking before finally giving out and slumping right back flat on her belly.

9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 9, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”


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