CBAD: Stana Katic vs. Monika Pietrasinska

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (44-9-0, 44 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Monika Pietrasinska (11-11-0, 11 KO)
5’8, 36 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 54th 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.

While Pietrasinska was making her FCBA debut, she was far from a stranger to the ring. A former challenger for the BBU Lightweight Title, Monika entered exuding confidence despite the daunting opponent. Clad in a cutout, frilly lace bra and matching thong, Pietrasinska showed her runway acumen as she strode past the businesslike Katic; flaunting in her corner before settling to slip into her gloves. Pietrasinska’s long locks were twisted in a playful bun; dark cat-eyed mascara coating her lashes to match the matte black of her outfit. Both brunettes were perfectly sculpted, slender but athletic; only Monika’s incredible bust and a decade of youth differentiating them as they stood face-to-face pre-bell.

Round 1:
Katic had seemingly put the Championship loss to Taylor Swift behind her; staking four in a row since and looking incredibly sharp in doing so. ‘Sharp’ wasn’t a word that would be used to describe her early, however; as the Polish model looked every bit as fit and far more ferocious than her reserved counterpart. Stana had plenty of energy and exuberance, but all her fleet-footed skittering did little more than dance her into trouble with so many Polish bear-traps laid across the canvas. Bouncing right in the first twenty, Katic became acquainted with Pietrasinska’s left first; gagging as the model dropped anchor and twisted a savage hook into the cartilage of her ribs. Concaving around the blow, the Canadian peeled off and circled back the other direction; whizzing a tap-tap-FIZZ past Monika’s bobbing head before the younger model slid in and TORE a right-left into Katic’s plump hip.

The actress gutturally wailed and retraced into a backpedal, her legs trembling as Monika sprung forward with more lashings. A meaty screw-hook to the underside of her bosom lifted Katic’s rack, a sharp one-two jab-hook rocking her jaw, a flirty left snapping through her cheek; Katic was heeled and reeling in the last thirty seconds. Chunking right to the gut, stab-stab to the rib cage, HEAVY overhand to the clavicles; Pietrasinska was absolutely buzzing as the bell finally sounded. In a bit of a shocker, the Monika commands the opener, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
In the intermission, it seemed as though McElhone reminded the former FCBA Lightweight Champion of her own pedigree; as Katic came out with a sweltering fire lit beneath her feet. Darting in and out like a hummingbird, the Canadian flickered with a flame that Pietrasinska couldn’t grab hold of or extinguish; lacing one, two, three barbs into the model’s lips before she could even react to the first. Monika invited Katic back for a second date with the left hand that had kissed her early, but Stana slipped the coiled bite and whipped a slobber-knocking cross-uppercut combination into Monika’s chin.

Bang-BANG, a fleshy crunch erupting as the trailing uppercut snapped against Pietrasinska’s underbite; flinching the model and momentarily dropping her hands. Monika had felt power, but Katic’s Championship-level cocktail of pop and precision was far more intoxicating. Sputtering and giving up her positioning, now it was Pietrasinska who was in retreat. Slinking away to the ropes, Monika ran out of real estate quickly as Stana ate her up and volleyed with another balletic combo; a winding overhand left that spiked off her temple, jolting straight right to the forehead, and a gutting uppercut that sliced Monika open from her navel to her sternum. The stunned model nearly gagged her mouthpiece to the mat as she snapped forward at the waist; groveling with Stana’s hips as she grabbed hold and churned off the ropes.

An extended clinch would be enough to limp to the bell, but the third went no better for Pietrasinska. Katic had an answer for Monika’s parade of increasingly more boisterous and desperate shots; neutering the model’s venom with a crippling array of lightning-like efforts. Pietrasinska felt increasingly out-classed as she couldn’t stem the Canadian’s momentum, dropping the second and third 10-8, 10-9.

Round 4/5:
With a somewhat reserved punching round from Katic, Pietrasinska managed to steal the fourth with a late bit of aggression; awkwardly nabbing Stana against the ropes and cutting into her abdomen with a blinding flurry in the last fifteen seconds. It wasn’t much, but it was a NEEDED jolt of confidence for the Polish beauty as she leveled the fight.

Looking to carry her success through the break, Monika went to the riding-crop with malicious intent. Katic shunted away a right aimed for her temple, then a hook-hook-jab targeting her tear-dropping rack; seemingly in Pietrasinska’s head as the frustrated model grew more agitated and ambitious. A whooshing overhand glanced off Katic’s shoulder, then a whirling left just over her head; expressionless as she artfully parried every fiery missile in the grunting model’s arsenal. Pietrasinska screeched in frustration and hammered her fists together as Katic twirled away, huffing and puffing as she loaded up again despite having blanked on her last dozen offerings. Again Monika threw first, flicking an abbreviated cross-jab that came up well short; attempting to cover her entry into enemy airspace as she looked to follow the second and rip a hook into Katic’s gut.

“NNGGUUUGGGH” Pietrasinska suddenly grunt at full-throat; dead-legged as Katic slid and fish-hooked her through the ribs before she could push in. Her slender, gangly frame deflated as her mouth dropped open; whimpering over the fleshy crunch as Stana buttoned three more paralyzing hooks up her sides. The model’s arms pinched to her hips as she raspily gagged, folding inward and spiking to her knees with a jarring THUD.

1… 2… 3… 4… Pietrasinska slid to hands and knees as she tried to draw in a breath through the agony of Katic’s pointed liver and rib shots; wheezing as she sprawled to all fours. After using the first half of the count to fill her lungs, Monika boldly stood; still gutturally sucking wind and sputtering with half-breaths as she pushed back in. Katic invited the pressure, mirroring Monika’s pace as the winded model pinwheeled through a left-right-left-right; stumbling forward with all the grace of a newborn deer. Then, THWACK. Katic crunched low and CRANKED a submerged right uppercut into the bottom of Monika’s jaw, glassing the bumbling brunette. Pietrasinska’s eyes glazed over in shock as she fell sideways, stamping on her heels, arms messily strewn at her sides as she tried to steady. Katic rushed in but was intercepted by the official; blocked off as the zebra scooped up the wandering model and saved her from any further punishment.

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