FCBA L.W title bout: Taylor Swift Vs Stana Katic

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (40-8-0, 40 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Taylor Swift (89-44-0, 89 KO)
5’11, 33 years old
Fates Boxing
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder (9 Defenses)

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 49th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. AND THE CURRENT LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE HOLDER. 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-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.

Taylor Swift answered with a much more reserved, yet still jaw-dropping attire of her own; clad in a tiny, matte black bikini top that accentuated the subtle curves of her slender abdomen. Her bronzed, statuesque stems rippled with taut muscle as she confidently strode down the runway; a pair of extra-cheeky spandex booty shorts painted on her lower half. Blonde in black, brunette in white; what more could you ask for.

The challenger had flexed her sky-high morale in the presser; offering up a self-assured assessment of the defending Champion’s chances; "I know Stana has been a successful fighter and she is defining the Jaguar Division, but the thing is I am not a Jaguar. I am a different breed of fighter. I am at the peak of my career and in the best shape of my career coming off record setting concerts. I am the better fighter and that Lightweight Title will be mine. Stana won't know what hit her."

Round 1:
Katic, to her credit, had given the brash blonde nothing in return to her pre-fight preening. But even Swift had to smirk as the brunette finally answered with her entrance theme; ‘Mean’, by none other than Taylor Swift.

“And all you're ever gonna be is mean…” Boomed over the speakers as Katic slid into the ring, taking her corner for just a brief moment before her first Lightweight Title Defense got underway. Through the first few minutes, Swift choked on her own words as the older brunette showcased exactly how she got here.

“Stana won't know what hit her” was being taken all too literal by the brunette; as she effortlessly evaded all Taylor could throw. In fact, nothing was hitting her at all. Swift lashed out with blinding leather lassos, but each time the Champion forced a clumsy miss; finally beginning to tear into Swift with counters in the last minute. A lazy whiff from Swift, and Katic spiked a straight right off her clavicles. Another aggressive, front-footed blunder, and Stana sliced a two-tapping scissor combo to either side of the blonde’s ribs. Swift stamped her heel as she slunk away to the ropes for an embarrassed reprieve; barking back at her corner’s encouragement as her pride took a tiny dent. To the surprise of no one but Swift, Katic proved to be too slippery to catch napping this early. The blonde would need to settle in and grind the older fighter if she wanted to hit another highlight knockout. The Champion takes the opener, 10-9.

Round 2/3:
After a lashing from her camp that brought her back down to earth, Taylor seemed to accept the fact that this fight wouldn’t simply be a coronation for the former 9-time Champion; she’d have to earn it. A much more workmanlike second saw her level the score with her world-class movement and elastic reach, but Katic still wouldn’t yet fold.

Having cut the deficit before Katic could really capitalize on her early lagging, Swift settled back into bad habits; lazily pawing at the shorter brunette to simply keep her at bay and tag from a comfortable range. After all, Swift had the pedigree, the reach, the legs, the stamina, the age advantage; the one thing she couldn’t yet measure was the brunette’s will. While Swift continued to calibrate her right hand, Katic unveiled and lit her first booster rocket. Swift was caught flat-footed as Stana erupted out of her staging corner and scorched the bewildered singer with a cauterizing hook to the lips. Swift’s knees buckled and sank inward as she wheeled through a desperate cross toward Stana’s temple; just to pirouette through Blank Space and leave herself open for a gutting left uppercut to her navel.

Taylor hoarsely mewled as she drunkenly wobbled into the ropes; shielding her chin as one, two, three venomous risers clanked off the underside of her chin. The blonde was slack-jawed as she discarded a pursuant Katic with a two-handed shove to the chest; exasperated pants filling her concave frame as her baby blue bulbs darted ringside to check the time. Katic chased and dragged the unwilling blonde back into the mud as the last ten seconds hit a fever pitch; raking brutal hooks across Swift’s rack from the side as the challenger turned her back and curled up in the far corner. Swift’s frame rocked with each weighted seesaw blow, wailing as her B-cups were flattened by a ruthless drumming of rights. Finally the official hauled Katic off just after the bell, the wide-eyed blonde left to wonder where the hell that outburst had come from. Katic is back to business, leaping out to a lead with a 10-8 third.

Round 4:
The lanky blonde had yet to find an answer for Katic’s blitz; finding herself repeatedly handcuffed when Stana managed to get too close to her elastic reach. The brunette had once again forced her way inside in the opening minute; taking chunks out of Swift’s flexing belly as the two tangled beauties shuffled into a corner. Echoing claps of flesh were occasionally pierced by the blonde’s winded whimpers; each twisting screwdriver that Katic sank into her ribs eliciting a louder grunt than the one before.

Finally the blonde had seen enough; looping a free elbow beneath Katic’s armpit and balletically trading places with her. Stana let out a guttural exhale as she was slung into the corner, her hazel bulbs stretching wide as Taylor stapled her spine to the post and ripped a neck-snapping left between their frames. Katic’s braided pony tail sprung through the air as her head whipped straight back; blubbering as she tumbled forward and slid down Swift’s sweat-slicked sternum. Catching herself with two arms draped over Swift’s hip, Katic trudged her way out of the corner; holding on for dear life to her graceless clinch.

Taylor shrilly barked at the official as she was awkwardly backpedaled off the ropes, forcing a breakage before Stana could fully recover from the savage uppercut that had crossed her wires. With the round timer dwindling away, Katic frenetically launched in a backpedal, wobbling as Taylor flurried for the finish against her blistering heat-shield. A bony left crunched against the brunette’s forearms, a lifting uppercut cleanly spiking her gag-reflex, a trio of merciless hammers to the ribs, a poisonous straight to the lips, then a final dagger sunk deep into Katic’s side-boob at the bell.

Katic immediately fell into a lewd crouch, balancing on the tips of her toes to avoid a full tumble to the canvas. After a moment spent composing herself with Swift vehemently taunting over her shoulder, Katic shuffled back to her corner for a much needed seat. Swift once again levels the fight with a 10-8 round.

Round 5:
The challenger had full sails now, hissing ten times the words-per-minute as compared to the early goings. Her punching output found a multiplier as well, though through the first minute she had yet to find fleshy pay-dirt. Katic continued to bide her time, now out of necessity as Swift vultured closer and tossed a pair of darts toward her flushed cheeks. Stana bobbed and ducked the pair, wincing as a third curled into her rack from the side and slid her to her heels. Taylor no longer needed an invitation, she was banging on the front door. Katic drifted backwards and ate up all the empty space she could find, trying to pump some air into her deflating tires as the stalking singer chased her around the perimeter with an insatiable bloodlust. Finally Swift made her intentions known, crow-hopping forward and yanking the string on a brutal overhand aimed at Katic’s temple.

“HNNNGGOOHH” one beauty mewled, only it wasn’t Katic. Swift’s lashes fluttered in shock as Stana artfully evaded her titanic overhand and instead sliced a left through her navel. Swift’s frame rocked as a rising uppercut exploded against her hanging rack, lifting to her tippy toes before a sidewinding left cut across her cheek. The blonde gracelessly tumbled into the ropes and sprawled across the corner, drooling her mouthpiece to the canvas and baring her teeth as she threw an armpit over the top rope to stabilize. Katic practically hit a dead sprint to chase her down, flinging a full-body right just over Taylor’s shoulder before their lithe frames recklessly collided. Swift took the worst of the impact as Stana peeled herself off, separated by the official after the incidental hit-stick. Katic steals the round with some colossal late damage after Taylor spent the first half playing with her food, taking it 10-8.

Round 6:
Despite limping her way to the break, Swift looked equally worse for wear after a woozy seat between rounds. Shuffling out for the sixth, the challenger’s spunk had been all but sapped. A looping left from Swift was left wanting, then a straight right came up woefully short. Katic toyed with her stringless marionette before Swift finally took far too ambitious a bite. Loading a weighted right hand high above her shoulder, Taylor practically stood still; allowing Katic to slide forward and slice a ferocious left hook across her lips.

Swift gurgled as she slumped forward, her arms sloshing to her sides as her pooled bulbs rolled in their sockets. Swift lurched sideways as she corked a mindless right hand; shrilly squealing as the Champion instead stamped a vicious straight right against her button-nose, felling her in a pool of tangled limbs.

1… 2… 3… 4… Swift whimpered as she unraveled on her backside, staring blankly upwards before rocking to a side. Her hand trembled as she pattered and searched blindly to find her mouthpiece, spilling drunkenly to her belly as Katic took a neutral corner.

5… 6… 7… Almost as if they needed a moment to believe their eyes, the crowd noise suddenly rose to a deafening pitch; Swift’s overwhelming contingent pleading for their fighter to rise as she took hold of the middle rope and pulled to a graceless seat on her haunches.

8… 9… Katic pumped her fists together as Swift hit the balls of her feet, wobbly but nonetheless upright before 10. The blonde looked completely lost as she spun like a top through a defensive haymaker; taking the role of the aggressor to keep Katic from swarming. Her back against the wall, Swift was far too deadly and respected to take lightly even as damaged as she was; able to stall out the last few moments of the round and earn her way back to her stool. Katic takes another stunning round 10-8, putting one of the greatest pound-for-pound fighters the FCBA has ever seen on the brink.

Round 7/8:
As talented an offensive fighter as Swift was, it was her movement that elevated her above the rest. While it might not have been in her original game-plan, her long stems were put to work to keep her OUT of trouble in the seventh. Instead of using her reach to stalk the shorter brunette, her feet kept her on the run and away from Katic’s crosshairs until she’d fully recovered from the knockdown in the sixth. Taylor would take a draw all day long in her present condition, but she was running out of time fast being down by 4.

After a draw in the seventh, Swift had no choice but to burn her remaining fuel. Either a knockout or some serious carnage was the only way she’d avoid a disappointing decision at this stage; and if the opening minute was any indication, she was primed to go scorched-earth before petering out with a whimper. Katic’s upper half rocked and shook as Swift pulled a second wind out of thin air; pouncing on a retreating Katic and flinging leather with reckless abandon. Stana twisted and danced as she was shelled by the ragged blonde, but eventually she was cornered; forced to curl behind her walls as the scorned singer rained down hellfire upon them. Winding hooks, probing jabs, ring-shaking overhands; Swift flurried for nearly a full minute as she kept her prey stapled to the ropes. Katic tried to peek through for an occasional rebuttal, but each time she was fed a mouthful of leather instead. Swift showcases her impeccable stamina and draws closer with just two rounds to go, 10-8.

Round 9:
Katic had gone deeper than the eighth, but not with a fighter of Taylor’s caliber. The brunette’s sweat-slicked frame started to show signs of faltering as Swift flayed her modest rack with a lanky left screwdriver, then shred her opposite rib cage with a biting right hook. Katic gagged and sagged forward, throatily bleating as another torrid combination to the sternum shook her teardropping rack and sucked the air from her lungs. Her thin bandeau top was struggling to hold up, practically sheer with sweat as both fighters struggled to stand; but it was Swift who stood just taller.

Katic valiantly stepped up to the plate and volleyed with Swift, flinging a left across the singer’s chin before a retaliatory bladed uppercut was sunk into her underboob. Katic squelched as her rack was lifted, her rippling thighs pinching inward as she struggled to load something else of her own. Before she could ready her dwindling arsenal, Swift alternated a crushing vice up her abdomen; zippering a left-right-left from the plump curve of her hip to the upper half of her ribs. The brunette squelched as her frame deflated, her chest concaving as the breath she tried to draw got caught in her pierced midsection. Katic took a graceless misstep forward as if the moment was frozen in time, then *CRUNCH*.

“NNNGGGLLLGGGHH” the brunette suddenly squelched, a mouthful of crimson drool misting across the ropes as her mouthpiece was slung free by a brutal hack from her peripherals. Katic’s neck snapped sideways as her lower half instantly buckled; her smoky, painted lashes flickering shut as the savage right hook twisted her limp frame, pirouetting into a lifeless puddle of flesh across Swift’s feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… Stana’s slumped frame brutally thumped to the canvas folded up over her own stems; slowly sloshing and floundering to her backside as each jarring quake of her convulsing frame freed a tangled limb. Her perked chest shook with violent spasms as each arm and leg sprawled to a different corner, gasping as her sternum swelled with sharp, abbreviated pants.

5… 6… 7… The brunette’s glossy, hazel bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull as she sank flatter, spread-eagled and lifeless as Swift finally felt confident enough to leap atop the ropes in celebration.

8… 9… 10!! SHE’S DONE!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 9, AND NEWWWWW LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION, TAYLORRRR SWIFFFFFT!!!!”


Post Fight:
Far more drained than she’d anticipated, Swift drunkenly fell off the ropes mid-celebration, almost too exhausted to stand as she was handed the Lightweight Title belt from just outside the ring. Taking the belt in one hand, Swift tramped over to the prone, twitching frame of Katic; leaning down to a knee to straddle the downed brunette and whispering something completely inaudible into her comatose victim’s ear. Whether it was a character-breaking; “hell of a fight, you gave me far more than I bargained for”, or a far more likely; “I told you I’d put you to sleep”, Katic was unlikely to remember either one.

Katic’s taut midsection crunched with rolls of flesh as Taylor rose with her braided pony tail clamped in one palm; lifting the lifeless brunette awkwardly to her knees before allowing her to slouch gracelessly to her haunches. Katic’s curled frame shook with exaggerated pants, just sputtering to life as Swift elegantly stepped over her shoulders and straddled the brunette’s skull. With a shrill victory cry, Swift stood tall and maneuvered Katic into a reverse head-scissor on her knees, stuffing Stana’s flushed features between her legs and devouring the brunette’s face with her thighs.

The veins in Katic’s delicate neck crackled and bulged as she pried at Swift’s rippling stems with both hands; her smoky, mascara-smeared lashes and cheeks peeking out from between Swift’s tightening anaconda squeeze before disappearing altogether. The former Champion’s squirming grew frenetic as her own legs gawkily kicked out from beneath her, spilling into a revealing split as Taylor flexed once more, wrenching even tighter. Katic’s teardropping chest grew heavier as her breathless sputters and pants grew more exaggerated and desperate, her upper half finally sloshing to a buckled stop as Swift hoisted the belt above her head and smothered her out.