Stana Katic versus Mandy Moore

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (42-9-0, 42 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Mandy Moore (31-47-0, 22 KO)
5’10, 39 years old
Foxfire Boxing
Former FCBA Welterweight Title Holder

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 52nd 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 with a light sheen of sweat 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 bandeau top belted around her sternum. Katic craned her long stems and dipped into a graceful 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 curvy hips. Her hazel bulbs locked with the far corner as her opponent entered; heavy, smoky mascara coating her long lashes in a messy, alluring cat-eye look. Ending her corner show, the brunette arched her rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes as she slid into her gloves; throwing her tightly-braided, auburn pony tail over her shoulder before pumping her gloved fists together.

Moore had undoubtedly lost some of the edge from her Championship days; her last challenge for a Title coming against Righetti in 2019. Still, Mandy looked as fit as ever as she returned to the ring for the first time in 2024. A body very similar to Katic’s, the statuesque brunette sported a dark crimson, cheeky micro monokini; the ‘V’ of her chest plunging almost to her navel. Offering ample cleavage and accentuating her fit frame, the spandex material was practically painted on her torso; her wavy, shoulder-length auburn locks freely springing as she hit the balls of her feet and worked into a gentle warm-up in her corner.

Round 1:
Mandy was undoubtedly a favorite of the CWF brass; someone that likely would have been signed had she been available at their inception. Whether Moore would continue competing in the Jaguar Division once eligible remained to be seen, but her talent and Championship pedigree were immediately evident despite some rough years. Openly enjoying the competitive aspects and extra coals to the fire that came along with competing against a former Champion like Moore, Katic could hardly wipe the smile off her face. The *pop* of leather was just different as the two worked into an almost exhibitionist groove; with Katic responding to Moore’s ebbs with a balletic flow of her own.

First it was Mandy who sliced through the former Lightweight Champion; cutting Katic off at the ropes and hitting a dizzying flurry; a hook to the chin, a ferocious zipper combo that hammered Stana’s temples on both sides, a bifurcating scoop-uppercut to her navel. Katic skid to her heels with a wounded mewl, but erupted right back with a supernova effort; left to the hip, left to the ribs, overhand right to the heart. The Canadian slipped a one-two from Moore and continued to patter her midsection; ribs, belly, waistline, sideboob, ribs. Moore started to slow in the last minute; overwhelmed by Katic’s blinding precision. Cheek, shoulder, forehead, jaw, ribs; Moore buckled late and shrouded up for the last ten seconds, conceding the round after an emphatic comeback from Stana. Katic storms back for a 10-9 opener.

Round 2:
After letting Katic wiggle off the hook and pull a reversal in the first, Mandy took a more ‘hands-on’ approach in the second; tracking Katic down and dragging her into a full-body clinch just thirty seconds in. Stana’s ruby-painted toes curled off the canvas as Moore slipped underhooks beneath her armpits and went to work on her slender abdomen; scooping gutting hooks into her midsection. Katic took the first handful with a defiant grunt, but as Moore cut nearly a dozen uppercuts into her navel and hip, the Canadian started to buckle. Katic’s thighs finally quaked and jellied, a knee pinching inward as she erupted with a wounded squelch. Moore tucked a CRUNCHY, punctuating screwdriver hook beneath the delicate curve of her ribs to elicit another shrill cry; boring a hole through cartilage before un-docking from her clinch and shoving off the Canadian with a two-handed grope to the chest.

Katic’s mouth dribbled open as she drunkenly stamped a few feet back, her frame concaving, rolls forming on her taut abdomen as she pinched to the side and spasmed for air. Moore strode forward as Katic floundered; whipping a left across her cheek, then a right, then another left. The graceless brunette gutturally grunt as her skull messily sloshed back and forth; the last sweeping hook ejecting her gum-shield along with a mouthful of crimson drool. Katic folded into the corner as the ‘ten second’ rap hit the apron; Moore posturing and spiking ferocious overhands down on Stana’s crumbling walls. A right slid through her arms and exploded against her eye-socket, another crashing against her clavicles, another chunking off a shoulder, another clubbing her forearms. At the bell Katic was still standing, if only by a hair. Moore takes a throwback round, 10-8, and she’s right in the thick of it.

Round 3/4:
Stana stammered to a corner looking a touch ragged as Mandy paraded to hers; proud of one of the best rounds she’d put on tape in quite a while against someone who was the Lightweight Champion a month ago. However, the re-coronation didn’t last more than twenty seconds out the gates for the third. Katic found a second set of boosters and widened the athletic skill-gap at the behest of an animated McElhone in her corner; weaving in and out of Moore’s throwing range to dart sticky barbs into the singer’s flexing midsection. Mandy started to sputter as a left spiked against her modest rack, then a looping right to the temple, then a jaw-rattling uppercut that throttled her brain-case. Suddenly Mands was seeing stars; swiveling through a hopeful left-right before Katic stuffed another trio of rights down her throat.

Moore dragged ass to the far corner in a shameless retreat; swatting at Katic’s continued offerings before meekly slouching in the corner. Left, right, right, right; the Canadian’s fleshy drumming drowned out Moore’s pleas as she tore her abdomen to shreds. Nearing white towel territory, Mandy finally bucked her way free and circled to open waters; holding on for the last thirty in a dreadful third round. The fourth was much more composed from Moore; the singer using her lanky reach to pick at Katic from afar. Though she never found the same intensity she had in the second, it was good enough to pick up a point. After losing the third 10-8, Mandy comes back with a 10-9 fourth to level the fight.

Round 5:
Stana continued to quietly circle and prowl like a shark closing in on her prey; allowing Moore to punch herself out while she patiently waited for the most microscopic crack to appear. To her credit, Mandy was firing every bullet in the chamber. Katic was still lying in wait as she was force-fed a hook to the gut, shank to the rib cage, screwdriver to the liver; walking into Moore’s bear-trap as the two rolled along the outskirts. Mandy slipped a left into Katic’s heaving chest, freezing the brunette just long enough to lasso a wide-ranging overhand into her cheek; drilling Katic into the ropes.

Katic hoarsely grunt as she kicked into a controlled tailspin; sliding through a dangerous left from Moore that darted just over her rolling shoulder. Springing to her tippy toes, Katic shrugged off the misstep; bouncing on the balls of her feet as Moore flurried and slung one, two, three, four alternating overhands toward her chin. The Canadian calmly parried and twisted through Moore’s telegraphed approach; craning past the final strike and bifurcating the Nashua native’s solar-plexus with a gut-wrenching, bladed left. Mandy squelched and teetered forward, gagging as Katic artfully flickered like the flame of a candle opposite her; lashing a brutal left-left-right across her temples and cheek. Moore blubbered and dribbled her mouthpiece to the canvas; gracelessly lawn-chairing at the waist before an utterly unnecessary left snapped against her jawline and face-planted her across the mat.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… The canvas rumbled as Moore sprawled spread-eagle on her belly, the faint jiggle of her upturned ass persisting as Katic took a victory lap around her prone frame. The glassy-eyed singer’s head lulled to the side as she sputtered for air, vacantly staring toward her corner as her sternum slowly swelled with deep, exaggerated breaths. She had nothing left.

7… 8… 9… SHE’S OUT! SHE’S DONE!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”