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CWF Cougar Showcase #1 Jun 9, 2023 20:56:28 GMT -6

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Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Jun 9, 2023 20:56:28 GMT -6

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Tina Louise (2-1-0, 2 KO)
5'7, 42 years old, 34D
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Yoko Matsugane (3-8-0, 3 KO)
5'6, 41 years old, 37F
Front Street Japan

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

“AND NOW! Making her 4th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Victoria, Australia native, standing 5 foot 7, weighing in at 120 pounds, TINAAAA LOUISSSSEEEEE!!”

Outfits:
With Stana Katic set to defend her Jaguar Title for the third time later in the card, the preamble to the Celebrity Wrestling Federation’s Jaguar Showcase needed to have plenty of juice to properly build the hype. Newly signed Tina Louise and busty Japanese bombshell Yoko Matsugane were tasked with kicking off the evening with a bit of vulgarity; pitting the blonde’s D-cups and the brunette’s F-cups against one another in a busty JMD affair.

Tina was meticulously poured into a microscopic, sheer bikini that clung to her heavy chest with admirable effort; a fitting attire for this JMD bout. The thin-banded tube top did little to contain her massive, overflowing D-cups; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt rather than a bikini top with how much cleavage and underboob was being offered. Her wide, voluptuous hips devoured her string thong bottoms, the biting floss disappearing between her plump cheeks and bronzed folds of flesh as she slid salaciously into the ring.

Not to be out-skinned by the salacious Aussie, Yoko Matsugane barely made it down the ramp without sloshing out of her outfit; a pearl white, spandex slingshot monokini that was tight enough to fasten her massive F-cups to her chest for the time being. With Tina Louise potentially drawing her greatest rival, Harumi Nemoto, in just the second round of the upcoming Cougar Tournament; Yoko was looking to take a bite out of Louise before Nemoto got the chance.

Round 1:
Louise had made it no secret that she liked to be the mare to set the pace; and coming off her bout with a filly like 25 year old Hannah Palmer, Tina had been liberated from her muddy track. Matsugane was a step too slow and a breath too short to keep up with Louise out the gate; the Aussie absolutely deflating Yoko’s confidence and airbags with a tit-chugging back down just seconds into the first. Matsugane whooshed and whiffed with countless loaded mallets toward Tina’s dangling D-cups; each time refunded with a gag-inducing uppercut to the side and underboob of her own. Her shrill yips and squelches were cut by the rhythmic huffing of Louise; tenderizing Matsugane’s overflowing F-cups with a steady drum of hooks and uppercuts before polishing the helpless gravure model’s chin with a sweeping crank of an overhand.

Yoko clumsily pirouette and crashed chest-first into the corner, wheeling with desperation to take another chugging underhand to the center of her heaving bosom. Louise planted a palm between her shoulder-blades and sandwiched the wilted brunette with a flurry of rising gut punches; each sinking through folds of flesh until Tina connected the dots all the way up Matsugane’s midsection and landed on her sternum with the exclamation point. Yoko finally found her whip and bubbled over with frustration in the last thirty seconds, screeching and erupting on a shell-shocked Louise with pudgy, ruthless sidewinders that spiked her navel, ribs, then slung through her tits. Finally Yoko stamps her passport to this fight, but she’ll need more of that spunk to slow the hungry Aussie. 10-8 Louise.

Round 2:
Channeling some more of her desperation into defiance, Yoko managed to catch Louise napping before she’d fully made it out of her corner; launching into the lanky blonde and pulling a busty clinch in which she quickly muzzled and flattened the comparatively less busty Aussie. Her temple buried against the slightly taller Aussie’s shoulder, Yoko churned forward and revved Tina into a backpedal; pumping stubby uppercuts and side-hooks into Tina’s taut, crunching abdomen until the small of the blonde’s spine spiked against the corner post. Tina exhaled as she rocked to a jarring stop pancaked between Matsugane and the post, wincing as Yoko began to slip her uppercuts higher, bouncing them against the underside of her rack. Finally the brunette erupted upwards, pushing tit-to-tit with Tina and mushrooming every ounce of air from her lungs with a titanic swell of her chest. Louise throatily whimpered, sagging as her own bosom was deflated and enveloped by Yoko’s F-cups; yelping as the brunette kept her stapled to the corner until she melted into her torso. Pulling back to create some space, Matsugane mercilessly belted hooks and jabs into the vacant Aussie’s hanging rack, dribbling her against the post for an agonizing minute before Tina bucked free. Louise pushed across the ring and found her wind with less than a minute left, striking back with a few voyeuristic lefts that found the brunette’s unprotected chest. It could have been worse, but Matsugane takes it 10-9 thanks to Tina’s late push.

Round 3:
Yoko predictably went right back to the well just ten seconds into the third, rushing a retreating Louise and groping for another chesty clinch that she hoped could further sap the Aussie. Instead, Tina skated left and tucked a venomous right hook into the center of Yoko’s cleavage. The brunette shrilly bleated as her orb was slung free of her monokini, wincing as Tina planted and vaulted through a pounding left to the same tit. Matsugane whimpered as she fell hip-to-hip with Louise, hooking the blonde’s waist and trying to maneuver her into the ropes in another chesty hug; squirming and contorting the taller model’s lithe upper half while clinging to control. Tina desperately fumbled and fidgeted to askew their pancaked frames, pounding away at the bottom of Yoko’s ribs until she was able to buck free and whip a parting shot square into her sternum. Yoko’s busty upper half shuddered as Tina’s hook rocked her abdomen, sulking forward and meekly swaddling her own teardropping bosom. Suddenly the blonde opened up on Yoko’s rack, coiling and twisting through a hellacious helicopter of hooks and jabs, pulverizing her F-cups with a frenzy of leather. Matsugane squelched and buckled as her orbs were nearly cleaved off her chest, two stray sidewinders rattling off her chin before a final missile sunk into her freed tit and sent her crashing to hands and knees.

1… 2… 3… 4… Yoko slid to her haunches wailing in agony, holding her conquered rack with both arms as she perked her ass skyward.

5… 6… 7… The vanquished brunette didn’t dare look up at the preening Louise, simply shaking her head in subjugated protest as the official droned on.

8… 9… 10!! SHE CAN’T GO ON!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 3, TINA LOUUUUUIIISSSEEEE!!!!"

Post Fight:
Yoko’s mascara-smeared lashes fluttered as she was flipped to her backside by Louise, squealing as Tina tossed her arms above her head and took a domineering seat atop her deflated rack. Matsugane’s mouth fell open as her chest heaved, flattened by Tina’s ass as the Aussie scooched higher in her Schoolgirl Pin. Wiggling her belted tube top until she managed to shimmy her own pair free, Louise palmed her teardropping D-cups and jiggled them just above Yoko’s protesting face; taunting the whimpering brunette until she jolt back to life. The pinned beauty squirmed and bucked as furious as she could, but Louise simply scooped up the back of her skull with one arm and thrust her deep into her cavernous cleavage. Matsugane feverishly shook her head, blubbering as she motorboat the gleaming Aussie for a tumultuous few seconds; her legs finally quaking and sliding spread eagle with a meaty thud. Yoko’s hips rhythmically rocked as Tina swaddled her deeper, twitching for a few moments before sinking flat to her back, unconscious.

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CWF Cougar Showcase #1 Jun 9, 2023 20:58:03 GMT -6

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Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Jun 9, 2023 20:58:03 GMT -6

Tale of the Tape:

Stacy Keibler (36-29-1, 29 KO)
5'11, 43 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Lisa Marie Varon (AKA Victoria) (0-0-0)
5'8, 52 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 67th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Baltimore, Maryland native, standing 5 foot 11, weighing in at 130 pounds, STACYYYY KEEEEEIBLERRRRR!!”

Outfits:
After Tina Louise made short work of Yoko Matsugane, the crowd was still buzzing from the changeover to this second fight in the Celebrity Wrestling Federation Jaguar Showcase. For as heavy a favorite as Victoria would have been in the wrestling ring, Keibler had that same money stacked on her side tonight. Even still, the former two-time Unified Welterweight Champion couldn’t help but feel some WWE demons creep into the back of her mind.

Keibler’s lithe, Amazonian frame was lewdly wrapped in a microscopic string bikini that left little to the imagination. The blonde’s sternum swelled with anxious pants and deep, calming breaths; her taut abdomen sculpted out of bronze, her perky tits delicately compacted by a thin-banded tube top that belted tightly around her mushrooming B-cups. As she hit the apron, Keibler craned her long stems and bent at the waist, playfully shimmying her hips at the base of her toe-touch as she ducked through the ropes and into the ring. 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 old-school WWE entrance to raucous applause, the blonde arched and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pony tail before pumping her gloved fists together.

Making her FCBA debut, but no stranger to the ring was Lisa Marie Varon. Known in her professional wrestling days as Victoria, the two were old rivals between the ropes. Signs depicting an unconscious, spread-eagled Stacy Keibler littered the throngs of Varon supporters behind her corner; as Keibler had been the very first victim of Victoria’s devastating debut Finisher, the Widow’s Peak some 20 years ago. Varon was confident her incredibly fit physique would continue to translate just as it had two decades ago; sharply shadow-boxing in her corner with malicious intent to lay Keibler out just the same. Lisa was clad in a form-fitting, yellow spandex sports bra and tiny booty shorts; looking every bit as stunning and imposing as she had in her WWE days.

Round 1:
The two former Divas still had oodles of catty, malicious chemistry that flared up just seconds into their crowd-rousing dance; the entire arena rising to its feet like it was a full Friday Night Smachdown house. Varon had enough pent-up energy to run Keibler ragged in the first two minutes; collaring the blonde and leading to touch all four posts with an array of heavy volleys that lacked polish, but packed plenty of bone-crunching stopping power. Titanic, unwieldy hooks shanked off Keibler’s flexing side; whizzing overhands and crosses rocking her slender upper half as her frame finally sunk into the ropes. Keibler bowed and twisted as Varon crudely groped at her chest with stumpy, mauling body hooks; falling back into old habits with a near belly-to-belly Suplex maneuver before thinking better and instead slinging the gawky blonde across the ropes into the corner. After a pitiful opening round that saw some of her old Diva incompetence resurface, Keibler’s corner needed to remind her she was fighting LISA VARON, not Victoria. 10-9 Varon.

Round 2:
The second round was far more expected, with Keibler rekindling some of that same spark that carried her past Missy Peregrym in her last outing. Varon was overwhelmed by the blonde’s technicality; floundering as the lithe, lanky Baltimore-native slung ten times as much leather as she had in the first. Keibler had a much more comfortable time spiking down with her efforts, while Varon was forced to punch uphill; worn out as the last thirty seconds saw Stacy pour it on. Keibler postured high over a slouching Victoria, waxing the cornered brunette with a relentless pinwheel of clubs to the torso and chin. Still impossibly chiseled, Varon could only flex and shell for so long before a bony left tore through her crunching ribs and rattled her into the post. A retaliatory hook to the navel kept the stalking blonde at bay, forcing Keibler to think better of a buzzer-beating engagement and concede the last few seconds. Varon finally caught a glimpse of the blonde’s two decades of experience in THIS ring. Keibler levels it, 10-9.

Round 3:
Feeling herself a bit more after sensing Varon’s inexperience, Keibler burst out of the gates; cleaving a pair of overhands across the brunette’s ample chest, swinging her long arms like whips as she lashed Varon off the center-spot. Lisa backpedaled headlong toward the corner post, curling behind her forearms as Keibler kept up in a single, equine stride; ripping a low hook that rapped fleshily off Varon’s hip. The brunette grunt and scrunched sideways, wincing as a second sliced through her ribs on the same side; hoarsely mewling as her spine clanged off the post between her meaty shoulder-blades. Crow-hopping forward again, Keibler strode through a final sweeping hook, slashing across the top of Varon’s shoulders and aiming for the temple as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted.

Keibler’s long lashes fluttered in betrayed shock as Varon scrunched beneath her hook and pistoned a venomous uppercut through her belly button, her jaw falling open as though she’d just taken a blade to the gut. The doe-eyed blonde throatily gagged as Varon twisted through another pair of lefts, cracking against the delicate curve of her ribs. Stacy’s pendulous stems buckled and pinched inward, stamping unsure like a baby deer learning to walk, trembling as Varon pushed off the ropes and walked her down. A ferocious cross to the sternum, underhook to the chin that vibrated her cranium, one-two set of hooks to the low-hanging waistband of her thong bottoms. Keibler’s statuesque frame quaked and contorted as Lisa pummeled her across the ring, ending with another bifurcating uppercut to her punctured tummy. Keibler was being walked right off the ledge of a cliff, exhausted and exasperated as she desperately reached out and grabbed hold of Varon as best she could; twirling and launching the brunette toward the far ropes as though she was expecting a wrestling rebound. Varon alertly hooked the top rope with her elbow and denied Keibler’s attempted slingshot maneuver, just in time to catch Stacy lifting one of her long stems off the canvas as though she was going to dust off her signature Spinning Heel Kick. Varon was even more quick to admonish the blonde than the official, cackling in the face of Keibler’s desperation. The woozy blonde huffed in frustration and played keep-a-way for the last thirty seconds, thoroughly bullied and humiliated by her old rival to the point she’d nearly gotten herself disqualified. Varon takes a surprising lead with a 10-8 round, but more importantly she’s right back in Keibler’s head.

Round 4:
The sweat-slicked blonde narrowed her eyes as the two strode into their fourth clash, still standing tall as Varon adopted a more hunched, boorish stance. Varon was first to strike, lurching to try and nab the slender belt of Keibler’s top with her left before snapping a straight right jab into the blonde’s heart. Keibler’s torso shook as her tit was pierced, whimpering as she skid to her heels, momentarily dropping her arms as her feet clacked together. Varon confidently traced her retreat, walking right up to Keibler’s wheelhouse and windmilling two low hooks toward her belly. Sucking in her slender gut, Keibler snaked out of the path of Varon’s punches, hitting her back heel and raking a spiky overhand through the brunette’s chin. Lisa’s skull bobbed on her shoulders, blubbering as her arms instantly fell away, drifting sideways before Keibler alertly slid a left cross into her temple. A mist of sweat detonated as Keibler pocketed Varon, twisting her lifeless frame to the canvas with a demonic one-two.

1… 2… 3… 4… Varon awkwardly skid to a stop flat on her face, gurgling as her arms twisted and mangled up beneath her torso.

5… 6… 7… The heaving brunette sputtered and whimpered, stirring with only enough life to somewhat unravel and sink flatter on her tummy. Keibler immediately vaulted atop the nearest turnbuckle, barking at the Varon supporters and planting her flag over the downed Victoria for the very first time. A long time coming at that.

8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, STACYYYYY KEIIIIIBLERRRRRR!!!!"

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CWF Cougar Showcase #1 Jun 9, 2023 21:02:55 GMT -6

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Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Jun 9, 2023 21:02:55 GMT -6

Tale of the Tape (Jaguar Title):

Stana Katic (28-6-0, 28 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Jaguar Title Holder

vs.

Kelly Brook (53-77-5, 42 KO)
5'8, 43 years old
This Is Glamour

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 35th 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:
Capping off the Jaguar Showcase and hoping for a Celebrity Wrestling Federation sweep was the reigning Jaguar Title Holder, Stana Katic. After extending her stellar, career-best streak to eight straight victories by storming back on a near-indelible Joanna Krupa, Katic was on to her third Title Defense against a true legend of the FCBA. Despite being on the down-slope of her illustrious career, Brook was still highly decorated. Her trophy case housed two Lightweight Titles, a Queen of the Ice Hotel Title with 4 successful defenses, a BBU JMDD Title with 3 successful defenses, and a BBU Welterweight Title. After an unexpected, but very loud win against Kate Beckinsale at FNL: Gold Rush, Kelly Brook found herself courted by the CWF to headline the event against their premier fighter.

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 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.

Having fully embraced and even accentuated her stunning curves as she hit her 40’s, Brook still possessed the measurables to be an absolute menace at Lightweight. The buxom model still hit like a truck, and added plenty of weight to bully around some of the slimmer ladies stuck in her division. The delicate, gangly Katic was undoubtedly ripe to be one of them; as Brook’s mammoth, overflowing H-cups mushroomed and enveloped the Canadian’s subtle, teardropping pair as they pressed chest-to-chest. Katic winced and forced an exhale as she was bumped to her heels, snarling as a grin leaked across Kelly’s glossy lips. The Brit was practically spilling out of a sheer, black lace bra; her plump thighs split by a cheeky, high-waisted thong that inched up to just below her belly button.

Round 1:
Not at all surprising, but it’s the Champ who goes to the whip early; dog-walking Brook halfway across the ring before the Brit can even pull herself out of the gate. Kelly sweeps a menacing cross over Stana’s shoulder, but the brunette manages to duck the turnstile and pump two sharp uppercuts into the challenger’s plump belly. Kelly revs her engines again, but finds all elbows; her pre-fight confidence plummeting as Katic shunts the ineffective jab and explodes with a hair-trigger tornado of rights that button up Brook’s left side, blasting her into the ropes. Having stepped in immediate quicksand, Kelly swings for the fences; vaulting an overhand a mile into orbit and missing Katic’s skull by a near foot. The Champ is the Champ for a reason; striding through the brunette’s wake and pistoning one, two, three, four alternating cross-hooks into her vulnerable underbelly, chugging Kelly back with each rising trigger pull. The Brit shudders as she pulls Katic into a bully clinch, leaning on the slender brunette with her ample weight and ragdolling Stana with her into the corner. It’s a successful stall job from Brook to outlast the round, but Katic easily takes the first while showing her colors in the process. 10-8 Katic.

Round 2:
While Louise and Keibler had made short work of their meals in the undercard, Brook was determined to prove that the scheduling wasn’t as one-sided as it appeared so far. Something lit a fire under the Brit, as she stormed Katic’s corner just seconds after the bell rang. Katic artfully twisted and chicken-winged through a barrage of hellfire missiles; deflecting and repelling one, two, three raucous overhands directed toward her shoulders and forehead before a rotary left snuck through her elbows and gashed her forehead just above the eye. The stunned brunette blubbered and drunkenly wandered into the ropes, rebounding to more pressure as Brook wrenched fists through her walls; gouging out a hole in her navel before lifting a tunneling uppercut through their bodies and detonating against the underside of Katic’s chin. The antennas were suddenly up in Katic’s corner as Brook poured it on in waves; lashing clubbing hooks into Stana’s rack, dribbling her off the ropes, snapping sharp jabs into her chin. It was all Katic could do to survive, the pressure finally alleviating as Brook gassed herself out and allowed the Champ to escape across the ring to lick her wounds. A shocking 10-8 rebuttal from Brook.

Round 3/4:
After an exhilarating seesaw through the first two rounds, it looks like the CWF struck gold in digging up this former Champ to push their flagship fighter. Brook was game to put on a show, proving her win over Kate Beckinsale was anything but a fluke as she stacked another strong round on top of her second. Typically afforded a great deal of positional control due to her reach over most, Katic struggled to hang on to her leash thanks to Brook’s stark weight advantage. The Canadian simply couldn’t muster the strength to knock Brook to her heels. Katic continued to dive into her body shots, putting more than she could afford behind them until finally Kelly caught on; taking the reigns and slinging the diminutive brunette into the corner after an off-balance whiff. Now it was Katic’s midsection that was punished; crunching around a feeding frenzy of uppercuts and sidewinders from Brook until the whimpering Canadian pirouette and turned-tail. It was a bad look from the Champ, but she’d pay that price to save it on the scorecard. A more composed effort from Katic in the fourth round leveled the fight off; with the two trading 10-9 wins in the third and fourth respectively.

Round 5:
Katic had made her living by becoming a succubus of midsections; draining the breath and will of her opponents by taking the body with an insatiability that eventually wore them down despite lacking overwhelming power. Against trimmer opponents, Katic was vampiric; seemingly drawing energy from their agony as she tore through their abdomens round-by-round. However, Brook’s voluptuous curves provided her a perfect foil to Katic’s tactics; and as the rounds wore on Katic began to grasp at straws as her blueprint failed her. Having felt Katic’s power for four rounds and knowing she couldn’t cut deep enough to damage her, the boorish Brit bowled through Stana’s fluttering flurry to start the fifth; bucking through a trio of hooks to the hips from Katic and responding with an unbridled overhand to the sternum. Katic’s delicate frame shook with tremors from her shoulders to her heels, her jaw falling open, lips quivering as Brook’s wild strike thumped square against her swelling chest cavity. Katic twisted and floundered as Kelly strode forward and dressed her down, slinging meaty hooks and uppercuts into her ribs, hip, tits; a final straight left snapping against her lips and sending her sprawling against the post. Katic grunt as she sagged against the ropes, trying to skirt past incoming traffic only to be hip-checked back into the ropes by the shapely model.

Katic’s taut torso awkwardly arched and bowed as Brook planted her hip against the gentle concave of her pelvis, pancaking the wilting brunette against the corner post. The two squirmed in a full-body embrace as Kelly dug her trench deeper, pinning her shoulder beneath the actress’ armpit to disarm her dangerous right hand, lifting it above her head and out of play.

“GGGGGOOOHHLL… FFGGGGGUUUUGGHH… HNNNGGGGOOHH…” Katic throatily mewled; her tight, flexing abdomen brutally cleaved by a thumping trio of underhooks from Brook. Kelly twisted another diagonally, ripping into Katic’s sideboob; her tits quaking with breathless spasms before the fleshy crack of a trailing rib shot drowned out her exasperated whimpers. The Champ desperately pawed and groped up and down Kelly’s attacking side, fumbling away a slippery clinch before Brook sliced a rounded hook across her chin. Katic squelched as her knees buckled inward, slouching in Kelly’s grip for a split second before stilting back to full height. The brunette’s hazel bulbs were glazed and smeared with mascara as she peered despondently toward her corner, grimacing as Brook continued to drum unrelenting uppercuts into her spasming navel. With the clock as her ally, Katic ducked a buzzer-beating right hand from the Brit before slouching forward, her chin dangling just inches from the inviting caverns of Brook’s cleavage. Rather than sullying the dominance of her round with a Breast Smother infraction, Brook gleamed as she grabbed the top rope on either side of Katic and bowed backwards; sling-shotting herself forward and slamming her titanic tits into the Canadian’s hanging jaw. Katic wailed as she was trampolined into the post, her head snapping back as she gracelessly spilled to her haunches. Stana slid to an unceremonious seat as Brook was pried off her, her twisted features flushed with embarrassment as she wiped the smear of sweat from her cheek. Brook stuns the Champ with the most lopsided round she’s endured since earning the belt, 10-0 shutout.

Round 6:
Katic’s belly was still spasming with exasperated pants as she was forced to wade right back into the deep end; throwing a looping left that snapped against the Brit’s temple before she was bearishly scooped up and paced into the ropes. Katic throatily whimpered as she tiptoed along the outskirts, tugging to break free of Brook’s clinch before the model pumped a paw into the fragile curve just below her ribs. Katic wailed as she recoiled, her spine arching against the tight spring of the ropes before she skated left and dug a pair of uppercuts into Brook’s liver. The Brit finally relented, if only a few inches; windedly huffing as her jaw fell open to bare her mouthpiece. Kelly shuffled after Katic, coiling a heavy right overhand before the Canadian flung a tenderizing hook into the bottom of Brook’s rack; lifting one of her heaving orbs free from its cup. The crowd rose as Kelly shrilly squealed, swaddling her chest with one arm and cocking another; just to have a stiff left poured down her throat. The Brit wobbled, stamping on her heels before gulping down the chaser; a hellacious overhand right that nearly caved in her temple. Brook’s skull bobbled on her shoulders as a mist of sweat erupted, her arms stiffening at her sides before she tipped backwards; splashing to the mats with a guttural squelch.

1… 2… 3… 4… Kelly unraveled to her backside, an arm clumsily tangled up in the bottom rope as her long, painted lashes fluttered toward the lights like a moth to flame.

5… 6… 7… Katic was depleted to the point she took a knee at Brook’s side, rapping against the canvas with each boisterous call from the official. Brook rolled her shoulders to straighten up, murmuring before lulling flat to her back; staring blankly up at the ceiling.

8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, AND STIIIIILLLLLLLLLL… THE JAGUAR TITLE HOLDER, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”

Last Edit: Jun 10, 2023 15:39:52 GMT -6 by Celebrity Wrestling Federation