Tale of the Tape (Gauntlet – Fight 4):
Stana Katic (36-6-0, 36 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Jaguar Title Holder
vs.
Sayuki Matsumoto (18-12-1, 16 KO)
5'8, 37 years old
Revolution Boxing(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
Clad in the same bawdy, black leather top and thong bottoms, Sayuki immediately rekindled the flames of hope for the distraught Japanese supporters.
Sayuki Matsumoto was their last chance to save face; swaggering and parading her way into the ring as Katic drifted to a corner with her hands exhaustedly resting on the curve of her hips. The celebration over her third knockout had been non-existent; her sweat-drenched frame swaying and spasming with exaggerated panting as she gulped down oxygen during the brief respite. Her white, bandeau top clung to her teardropping chest; virtually sheer thanks to the river of sweat pouring down her abdomen. Katic had now gone an unprecedented 15 rounds; and despite not yet being knocked down, her largest challenge was just now entering the ring. Japan had saved their biggest and arguably best for last as Sayuki towered over the slouching brunette.
Round 1:
Matsumoto nearly tipped the drunken brunette over as she arrogantly shouldered through Stana and huddled with her teammates in the Japanese corner; nodding along to three sets of instructions before twirling to greet Katic center-ring. Stana shuffled her way off the ropes to secure some crucial positioning while Matsumoto was busy game-planning, but the busty brunette effortlessly de-throned the exhausted actress with just her opening salvo.
Stana desperately ducked and twirled on her heels; trying to remain tethered to center-ring as Matsumoto chunked and cleaved meaty hooks into the brunette’s mangled midsection. Katic’s navel was run through by a stomach-churning uppercut, her breasts pancaked by a brutal forearm cross, her temple crushed by a crisp jab that sliced across her sweat-drenched features. In just thirty seconds, Matsumoto had summited Katic’s peak and sent her tumbling down the backside. The lanky actress gutturally grunt as she retaliated with a rangy lashing across the fresher Japanese beauty’s chin; only to see Matsumoto rush right through her jab and crash back into Katic with another sweltering flurry. Stana gagged as a wicked one-two jab-hook pierced her crunching abdomen; slinking into the ropes and foolishly giving up her back. Matsumoto draped herself over Katic’s curled spine; flinging awkward side-hooks into the side of Stana’s skull before finally the brunette squirmed out of trouble. Katic looks as though she’s got nothing left in the tank; it’s only a matter of time before Matsumoto finds the button and ends this valiant effort. 10-8 Sayuki.
Round 2/3:
Katic and McElhone nodded along to the official in between rounds; the zebra imploring Katic to show him something immediately or else he’d end her night. Show him something, she did.
Katic stood the entire intermission; refusing her stool in an attempt to keep her pendulous stems from noodling any further. Matsumoto was eager to continue stalking as she enjoyed the brunette’s desperation from the comfort of her stool; running Stana down near the far ropes in just the first ten seconds of the round before lacing two stiff jabs toward her eye socket. The buxom model suddenly squealed as Katic unexpectedly snaked beneath her missiles and scooped a brutal uppercut into Sayuki’s ribs. Matsumoto’s stomach churned as Katic lifted a pair of dribbling lefts into underside of her rack; a third sweeping across her chin and pirouetting the stunned model into the near corner. Matsumoto sagged against the bowing ropes as her upper half sprawled across the outskirts; eyes fluttering as Katic lumbered her direction and zippered a trio of jabs up her side; the last flattening one of her vulnerable orbs to her sternum. Matsumoto swung a desperate overhand that Stana balletically turnstiled; grunting as a suddenly combusting Katic machine-gunned another handful of uppercuts into her solar-plexus to fully deflate her proud frame. Katic slid to her heels just as Sayuki bulled her way forward in a gawky clinch attempt; shouldering into Stana and drunkenly dragging her across the ropes. Katic’s quaking stems nearly gave out before the official finally clawed them apart; resetting the pair for the last thirty uneventful seconds. Still, Katic takes the second 10-8.
After a boisterous second levels the fight, Katic somehow jumps out to an improbable lead with another inspired 10-9 round in the third. However, this simply can’t turn into a war of attrition when Sayuki was given a 9-round head start. Katic needs to finish Matsumoto as quickly as she possibly can.
Round 4:
Katic’s camp was clearly running out of tricks to squeeze every last ounce of juice from their aging fighter’s body; going back to the stool when the bushed Canadian fumbled and collapsed into her corner between rounds. McElhone practically lifted Katic back to her feet and shoved the adrift ship off the dock as the fourth got underway; only Stana found herself sailing right into immediate trouble. Matsumoto’s air of entitlement and arrogance had fully dissipated now that she’d fallen behind to a fighter she expected to roll; and all that remained was someone willing to claw her way to the finish line at any cost.
Katic’s counter-strike game had been incredibly successful at dissecting Matsumoto in the last two rounds, but fell apart in the face of pure, unadulterated aggression. Sayuki finally turned the tables as she sliced through the brunette’s hip with a sweeping hook; only when Katic responded with a jab to back her off, Matsumoto kept coming and forced herself down the Canadian’s throat. Stana’s hazel bulbs stretched wide as Matsumoto ducked her head instead of recoiling from the shot to the lips; rushing Katic and forcing her into a clumsy backpedal. Matsumoto pinwheeled fleshy hooks and crosses up Stana’s flexing abdomen; tenderizing her ribs and punctuating with a rattling overhand to the cheek that wobbled the brunette. Katic’s heels clicked the mat as her knees buckled, spilling into the ropes as Sayuki scooped her up beneath the armpits and rode her into the corner.
Stana’s chest heaved, her belly spasming as she drew in frantic breaths; her delicate B-cups flattened as Matsumoto pancaked her ample chest to the Canadian’s and ground away at her wilting midsection. Springy under-hooks bounced the sagging actress to her tippy toes as Matsumoto sank awkward uppercuts into her gut from their clinch; ripping fists into Katic’s taut abs until her breathing became labored and raspy. The last minute was exceedingly difficult to watch for the Katic camp; as Sayuki heartlessly pulsated and tenderized Stana’s slender midsection from the neck-down until she could hardly draw in a breath without an accompanying whimper. Ferocious side-hooks bludgeoning her ribs, underhanded knives tearing through her navel, thumping hammers slashing across her breasts. Katic barely makes it to the bell; windedly spilling to a crouch on her haunches as McElhone slips through the ropes to drag her home. 10-8 Matsumoto, and she’s looking in full control now.
Round 5:
It didn’t take a boxing-PHD for Matsumoto to get a sense that she was facing a virtual ragdoll; as Katic nearly spilled over of her own doing when drifting off the ropes to start the fifth. Stana’s tender ribs were a priority target for the Japanese-native in the first two minutes; as her constant panting left their delicate outline bulging out of her taut abdomen with each deep gulp. Matsumoto was eager to test their pliability; snapping off a straight left to the forehead and sweeping a crushing hook through Katic’s hip. The statuesque brunette mewled as a bony crunch echoed, pinching her sideways; her flexing navel punctured with an uppercut before a mirrored left hook drove through her upper rib cage on the opposite side. Katic’s mangled midsection flexed as she pinched an elbow over her pulsing sideboob; deflating as Matsumoto feigned yet another hook to the ribs with the Canadian in a wounded backpedal.
This time she slid lower and vaulted upwards at the last second; shredding a ferocious right hook across Katic’s cheek. The flushed brunette’s mouth-guard slung through the ropes as her neck snapped sideways; her arms falling away as Sayuki crow-hopped forward and pistoned a brutal straight left down the back of Katic’s throat. Stana’s braided locks sprung with sweat as her head violently whipped back; her hazel bulbs rolling into her skull as her lanky frame stiffened and crashed to the canvas.
1… 2… 3… Katic’s gaunt torso shimmied with breathless spasms as she stared blankly skyward; gutturally grunting as she fluttered away the cobwebs with a few rapid blinks.
4… 5… The Canadian had barely been able to rise off her stool between rounds, but with Matsumoto straddling her hip and shouting in Japanese over her prone frame; Katic somehow rolled to her hip. Ushered back by the official, Sayuki scoffed in disgust as Stana struggled to a seat, then all fours.
6… 7… 8… With a thousand-yard stare and just a few seconds left in the round, Katic somehow stood. Twenty rounds into her Gauntlet and somehow the Champ was back up from a crippling knockdown; but did she have anything left? Matsumoto might’ve just turned this fight into a formality, 10-8.
Round 6/7:
An extremely catty sixth round in which very little of consequence was landed could only be considered a massive ‘win’ for the ailing Canadian. Matsumoto was cruel in her efforts to go for the kill; but a cornered Katic proved to be a slippery one. All things considered, Sayuki put herself one round closer to the finish line; but Stana put another round in between her and her latest knockdown. The sixth is a draw.
Entering the seventh round of this leg and her 22nd overall; Katic was, politely, a zombie. The brunette pattered away with ineffective jabs to the chest and chin as Matsumoto vultured; whizzing a snappy overhand just over Stana’s rolling shoulder. The Canadian finally unvaulted some bite as she slung a crab-claw one-two to the gut; flinching the front-footed model and causing a misstep in her approach. Sayuki grunt as she slashed another hook high overhead, then doubled the brunette over with a heart-stopping screwdriver-hook to the tits. Katic floundered as her sternum concaved; whimpering as Matsumoto groped at her sheer, bandeau top and tossed the Canadian into the ropes.
The crowd roared and stood as Katic sprawled into the corner; not only because the brunette had spilled partially out of her belted top, but because Matsumoto was towering with dominant positioning. Katic shimmied and twisted behind her forearms as Sayuki snapped meaty uppercuts into her flexing abdomen; dancing in a phone-booth as Matsumoto flurried. A spiky right overhand chunked off Katic’s shoulder; deflecting and throwing the buxom Japanese beauty into Stana’s lap as she missed. Sayuki looked down to assess their awkward clinch as the spindly Canadian tugged loosely on Matsumoto’s hip; drawing her in for a titanic uppercut that bludgeoned her lips just as she glanced at her feet. Matsumoto lifted to her tippy toes as Katic slid another underhook through their bodies and punctured her lungs with a fleshy clap. Sayuki stamped a few staggered steps back; grimacing as she coiled her frame for a sweeping hook.
BANG. Matsumoto’s frame suddenly shuddered as Katic carved an electric overhand through her chin; her busty upper half quaking with convulsions before she careened sideways and splattered across the mat.
1… 2… 3… 4… Sayuki blubbered and twitched as her frame unraveled against the base of the ropes; whimpering as she stared blankly into the rafters. Katic collapsed to her knees at Matsumoto’s hip; seemingly PRAYING that the brunette would stay down as she had absolutely nothing left to give.
5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!! SHE’S OUT!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, STANNNNAAAA KAAAAATTTICC!! SHE’S RUN THE GAUNTLET AND STUNNED THIS JAPANESE CROWD!!!!!!"
Post Fight:
Katic’s fetal frame swelled with sharp, abbreviated pants as the official’s count hit 10; the distraught roar of the crowd and a spattering of boos drowning out McElhone’s joyous screams from the sidelines. With the rest of the CWF raiding party recovering backstage, Natascha was the first and only to congratulate their Captain. The Canadian spit out her gum-shield and rose to her knees with a loose arm-bra draped across her bare chest; too exhausted to remedy the wardrobe malfunction Matsumoto had desperately caused in her frenzy to finish the fight. The victorious Canadian raised a single arm in celebration as Natascha started to climb through the ropes to help her up; only the Brit suddenly shrieked when a hand extended and snagged the frilly bottom of her skirt. McElhone desperately squealed as half her thonged ass was bared; spilling to the apron on her knees before being dragged off and thrown spine-first into the barricade by a rejuvenated Harumi Nemoto. Nemoto bunched the cleavage of McElhone’s brittle button-down with one hand; ripping her up just high enough to sprawl her torso over the top of the crowd-separating divider. Natascha’s black lace bra peeked out through the unbuttoned scraps of her top as Harumi clamped down on two fists of hair; guiding the pedaling blonde’s flushed features right between the swelling crevice of her E-cups.
Katic clumsily willed herself upright just as McElhone’s muzzled lips disappeared between Nemoto’s tits; sprinting toward the ropes before being brutally hip-checked into the near corner. Stana let out a throaty grunt as her ribs were hammered by the steel post; looping an armpit over the top rope as her legs slid out from beneath her. The winded Canadian looked up through loose, sweat-slicked strands of hair to see Yoko Matsugane arrogantly standing over her; already having slipped out of the top half of her pearl white, slingshot monokini to allow her mammoth F-cups to hang free. Katic’s hazel bulbs stretched wide as Matsugane grinned ear-to-ear; grabbing the brunette’s braided pony tail and ripping her up to her toes. Katic’s mouth fell open to nothing but a hoarse cry; whimpering as Yoko mounted the middle rope and devoured the Canadian’s rosy cheeks with her teardropping orbs. Katic desperately stamped her heels against the canvas as her gloved hands ripped and clawed at the ropes; awkwardly sprawled over the corner post as her gawky upper half disappeared beneath Matsugane’s. Stana’s taut belly flexed and pant with intense spasms; her thighs quaking before giving out and sliding into a revealing split, still plastered to the ropes by Yoko’s weight.
McElhone was first to succumb; her skirt riding up around her waist as Nemoto finally peeled off and let her limp frame slouch against the base of the barricade with a lifeless thud.
Katic’s struggle was more intense; her bare upper half bucking and shimmying for glimpses of daylight as Matsugane continued to try and seal off her airways with sweaty flesh. Finally Katic’s sternum swelled with a final sputtering breath; gasping as she slouched and hung from her armpits off the top rope. Just as her statuesque frame fell slack, Yoko pulled off her Breast Smother and yanked Katic’s sweat-slicked head off the post.
The drunken, wide-eyed brunette gagged for air as Matsugane held her up by the scalp; matted strands of auburn glued to her temples as she was peeled off the post and swung into the center of the ring. Katic drunkenly wobbled just a few steps; pirouetting back to face Yoko in her stupor and giving her back right to a waiting Vivian Hsieh. The twice-spurned Revolution beauty leapt airborne and took Katic’s vulnerable backside; throwing herself over the brunette’s shoulders like a backpack as the Canadian’s knees buckled under their combined weight. Katic blindly gurgled and floundered as Vivian snaked a forearm around her throat; locking limbs and sinking in a decapitating Rear Naked Choke. The veins in Katic’s throat crackled and bulged as she stamped gawkishly across the canvas; prying at Vivian’s wrists but helpless to do anything while still hampered by her gloves. Her features flushed red as Hsieh wiggled tighter; looping her legs around Katic’s plump waist and ruthlessly pinching her thighs against her delicate rib cage. Katic quickly began to sputter; her thighs quaking as a stream of drool dribbled from her bottom row of pearly white teeth and trickled down Hsieh’s forearm. Finally Katic’s arms fell away and her lean stems buckled; grunting as she violently spiked to her knees and tipped back into Vivian’s waiting lap. The Canadian’s sweat-slicked abdomen squirmed in the model’s grasp as she sunk deeper; her bare chest shimmying with convulsions before tremoring to a lifeless stop. Hsieh wrung Katic’s neck one last time as her legs slid spread-eagle; drifting unconscious before Vivian slung her to the canvas and rose to plant a heel atop her upturned ass.
The record book might show Katic and the Celebrity Wrestling Federation took Japan; but Hsieh, Matsugane and Nemoto would remember things differently.
