CBAD: Stana Katic vs. Rachel Stuhlmann

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (37-6-0, 37 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Jaguar Title Holder

vs.

Rachel Stuhlmann (0-4-0)
6’0, 31 years old, 35D
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 44th 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-white 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.

Rachel Stuhlmann had as impressive a set of physical measurables as anyone you would find in the FCBA. Standing six feet tall, she was a daunting warm-up for Katic who was set to face towering Adrianne Palicki later this month in yet another Title defense. A potential force at both Welterweight and JMDD, the busty brunette was still looking to break through with her first win in hopes of being signed to a Stable. Judging by her pre-match interaction with CWF GM Natascha McElhone, this could very well be both a warm-up and a scouting mission for the CWF. In the meantime, the brunette would settle for turning heads with her wardrobe until the wins came. Clad in a gratuitous push-up bra and cheeky tennis skirt that fluttered just above the plump curve of her ass, Rachel energetically tramped down the ramp; each bounce on the balls of her feet lifting her tiny skirt to playfully reveal the string thong splitting her cheeks.

Round 1:
Stuhlmann’s mountainous attributes cast a long shadow on the slender Jaguar as Rachel slipped into her gloves and tied her long locks into a springy, high pony tail. Despite Stana’s incredible successes, she’d seen virtually no one like the statuesque model opposite her now save maybe Charlotte Flair and Jade Cargill; but even they would look up at Stuhlmann. Looking at the two pressing chest-to-clavicles pre-fight, one would assume their records were reversed and not think twice.

The big brunette’s jitters were evident early as she looked like a deer in the headlights in the face of Katic’s relentless precision. The buxom model stumbled and winced as Stana walked her down in the second minute with bitter screwdrivers to the midsection; the only way possible to reach Rachel’s chin being cutting her down to a more manageable size. The shielding model gutturally exhaled as Katic hammered her famous rack with a meaty club; a tummy two-tap following to double the statuesque Stuhlmann forward. Spit flew as the Champ sliced a tight left across her jaw, a knee pinching inward as though she were about to fold before Rachel was able to bumble forward and lean on the smaller brunette. Katic wilted under her weight as the two awkwardly grinded and clinched; continuing to bore through Stuhlmann’s navel, pumping repeated uppercuts into her waist and hip until a tailspin separated the two.

Katic takes a technician-like opener, sending a proper welcome basket to the newbie’s front door. 10-8, Katic.

Round 2/3:
Accepting the fact that she wasn’t going to out-wit or out-class the decorated Jaguar, Stuhlmann’s bear claws came out early in the second round. With Katic offering another delicate dance mid-ring, Rachel instead opted to bull-rush the brunette; swallowing a stiff drink of an overhand as she crashed into Katic with a thunderous running side-hook to the gut. Stana’s throaty squeal drowned out the lumbering brunette’s grunt as they gracelessly collided; snapping over at the hip as Stuhlmann slit a second bladed right hand beneath the delicate curve of Stana’s exposed rib cage.

The lanky actress slid down Rachel’s sweat-soaked chest as she was driven awkwardly into the ropes; getting a face full of her overflowing D-cups before craning to the side to try and slide free. Stuhlmann’s meaty groping was too shackling as she planted one of her tree trunk thighs between Katic’s toned stems and propped her upright; nestling her bronzed hip against Stana’s pelvis. The delicate brunette stretched to her tippy toes; fluttering like a butterfly to wiggle free before Stuhlmann arched back and lashed a savage haymaker across her sternum. Katic hoarsely mewled as her B-cups shook from the impact, her upper half concaving as another two, three, four meteors tore through her modest rack and nearly spilled her out of her bandeau bra. Katic’s gangly upper half tipped and sprawled over the bowing top rope, gagging open-mouthed just as a weighted pendulum uppercut scythed up her abdomen and detonated against her chin. The bony impact sent a mouthful of crimson slobber misting into the air; the brunette’s hazel bulbs fluttering in their sockets as her head snapped straight back. Stuhlmann stepped aside to create room for a face-plant, but Katic collected her footing just in time to slosh off the ropes and tramp center-ring; holding her partially displaced top with one arm and her reverberating jaw with the other. The towering brunette’s limitless power was a frightening sight for Katic’s corner, as the last thirty seconds she played hard to get despite Rachel’s pursuit.

Stuhlmann’s third round was equally overwhelming; continuing to brutalize the disheveled Katic from heights and angles she simply couldn’t defend. After a dominating second, Rachel proves it wasn’t an outlier by consolidating her break and bloodying the Champ for another three minutes with no real answer. 10-8 second, 10-8 third and the rookie stunningly leads.

Round 4:
Katic wore the marks of a fighter who’d gone eight or nine rounds already; a bloody trickle from above her eye socket framing her tight jaw line, her bandeau top hanging off-center and increasingly sheer from perspiration, her braided pony tail fraying and matted with sweat to her temples and forehead. Stuhlmann on the other end looked composed, only her frilly skirt bunched and riding up her backside as she shuffled out for the fourth. It was the cornered Katic who showed her mettle however; ducking a lumbering overhand and springing through two slicing jabs to opposite sides of her ribs. Stuhlmann desperately exhaled and flinched, reflexing her abdomen as a shudder ran up her spine, opening the door for a waterfall of zipper-hooks up her sturdy frame.

The mighty redwood swayed as Katic began to flurry, taking back momentum inch-by-inch as she cranked leather up and down the brunette’s spasming midsection. Rachel whimpered as she lurched into a frantic backpedal, all the good she’d done unraveling as Katic pulled her strings across the outskirts. Slouching into a corner, Rachel’s never-ending stems bowed inward as her lower half trembled; exhaustedly panting as the Jaguar Champion flashed her punching stamina. Stuhlmann buckled and writhed as Stana buzzed her tower for a full minute; lashing overhands across her bouncing chest, stuffing uppercuts into her solar-plexus, drumming vicious hooks against her ribs. A handful of reaching straights deflected off the taller brunette’s cheek; her raised defenses cracking as the bell finally saved her from a full collapse. Katic gets a much needed damage breather and regains her footing after a brutal two rounds; 10-8 and things are tied up.

Round 5:
Katic seemed to be forcibly pumping some air into her tires as she trotted out for the fifth; having gone far longer before, but the damage accrued from such an unorthodox heavy-hitter seems to be taking its toll on her far more delicate frame. Stuhlmann is content to invite the older brunette into her kitchen, waiting until Katic paced into her corner to vault through a nasty overhand that cracked against Katic’s cheek. The sweat-drenched, flushed Canadian defiantly shuffled into her own range; zippering two tapered hooks into Rachel’s inflated bosom from either side and trailing with a straight dart to the clavicles that drove the stalking giant off her mark. Katic strode back into range, lancing a rising heater toward Rachel’s chin when a twitchy side-hook caught her in the hip.

Katic gawkily stumbled sideways as her midsection was thrust out from underneath her; gruffly exhaling as Stuhlmann pumped another tenderizing hook through her navel. A stream of drool dribbled from the brunette’s bottom row of teeth as her thonged ass jut out, her knees wobbling as her shoulder tipped into Stuhlmann’s abdomen. Handcuffed by the Canadian’s floundering, Stuhlmann hooked an armpit with one arm and palmed Katic’s teardropping chest with the other; lifting and churning until Katic’s shoulder-blades were pierced by the opposite post. Katic gutturally wailed as her quaking upper half sprawled gracelessly over the top rope; rebounding through an awkward jab that whooshed over Stuhlmann’s shoulder.

The Missouri-native once again planted a groping palm across Katic’s swelling rack, mushrooming the brunette’s petite B-cups before clubbing across her sternum with the opposite fist. Katic gagged as her statuesque frame deflated, mewling as she reached out for a tie-up. Instead the towering brunette slid through, letting Stana fumble forward before slicing a savage hook across her temple from the peripheral. Katic’s thighs buckled and pinched shut as her neck violently snapped sideways, gurgling as she spiked to her knees and spilled messily to her belly.

1… 2… 3… An arm caught up beneath her panting chest and the other messily strewn sideways, Katic’s spread-eagled frame took a moment to unravel. First inching off the canvas to pull out her trapped stem, the brunette struggled to hands and knees as Stuhlmann celebrated above her.

4… 5… 6… 7… The Jaguar Champion dazedly drifted to her knees before hauling up with the aid of the ropes, glassy-eyed and panting with sharp spasms as she drunkenly assured the official she was good to go.

Stuhlmann was frustrated at her resilience but resolute herself, baiting Katic into a half-hearted charge as she tried to trick the newbie into believing she was somehow unscathed. The two danced across the canvas as Katic snapped pursuant jabs in Rachel’s general direction; each left wanting as they neared the far corner. Stana’s last miss sent her spiraling into yet another corner, twirling at the last moment to crash shoulder-first into the padded steel. The disheveled brunette wheeled with a sharp left that cracked Stuhlmann’s jaw, but the retaliatory comet was already mid-flight. A thunderous *CRACK* erupted as Katic’s cheek was shattered by a venomous right overhand, a mouthful of blood spattering across the canvas as her lower half went limp. The mangled brunette squelched as her thighs parted and she sank into a graceless split, her crumbled frame bouncing off the canvas before exploding into a spread-eagled mess of limbs.

SHE’S DONE, SHE’S DONE!! The official dove in to hug the huffing brunette and keep her from spiking any further devastation on the downed Katic; needing no further count to see that the Champ was helpless.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, RACHELLLL STUHHHLLLLMANNNNNNNNN!!!!”


Post Fight:
Stana’s buckled frame twitched with spasms as she was caught up in the bottom rope; McElhone rushing from the opposite corner to catch her before spilling through the ropes. Stuhlmann was quick to lend a helping hand after discarding the official; snagging one of the brunette’s ankles and savagely dragging her back into the center of the ring. Katic’s thighs awkwardly skid into a split, her arms strewn up above her head as Rachel paraded her to the middle; straddling the spread-eagled Jaguar Champion and taking a weighted seat atop her gasping navel.

Katic’s torso deflated as her spasming midsection flexed to keep from being crushed; hoarsely gagging as Stuhlmann scooped up the back of her delicate neck and feigned as though she was going to lock in a devastating breast smother. The brunette’s hot exhales added to the perspiration on Stuhlmann’s titanic chest as her lips hovered just an inch from Rachel’s cavernous cleavage; her mascara-smeared lashes fluttering just as the model spiked the back of her head against the canvas and mercilessly put her back out.

“I’ll let her survive without another nap, but you know where to find me if you want a real player at JMDD…” Stuhlmann hissed toward McElhone on the sidelines, insinuating that somehow Katic had gotten off easy. Not TOO easy, however, as the brunette stopped on her way out to hook the bottom of Katic’s sweat-drenched bandeau top and peel the belted material over her head. Stana’s pooled frame pitched and twisted as she was disrobed, spilling out the bottom of her top before losing it altogether.

In what was supposed to be a warm-up, Katic falls in one of the most unbelievable upsets this year; her 17-fight win streak no more.