Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 29, 2024 21:15:19 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Stana Katic (45-9-0, 45 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)
vs.
Charlotte McKinney (32-24-0, 32 KO)
5’8, 30 years old
Free Agent
Former JMDD Title Holder (1 Defense)
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 55th 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!!”
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 eye shadow and 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.
McKinney looked as though she'd raided Katic's closet, seemingly wearing the same-sized top as the brunette despite her heaving F-cups nearly busting loose. Her chest swelling in clashing red and white cups, McKinney hiked the waistband of her patriotic blue thong as she ponied her free-flowing, golden locks. There was no love lost between the CWF Captain and her former stablemate as the two lionesses locked eyes; with McKinney having given Katic one of her most degrading losses to date in their lone 2022 bout on the beach. Katic was not only looking for revenge, but also a win over a top Welter to prove she hadn’t fallen fully out of the conversation after losing her unprecedented Lightweight belt to Taylor Swift.
Round 1/2:
McKinney had the early air of a fighter who felt content to play with her food; her overt arrogance persisting even in the face of some sweltering pressure from the former Lightweight Champion. Katic artfully slid around McKinney’s sporadic volcanic eruptions, dipping past a thunderous right overhand to pepper the blonde’s bouncing chest with an electrifying left-left-right. McKinney brushed it off and strode back to the plate for what she felt was going to be an early knockout, practically laughing in Katic’s face before twirling through another unhinged hook. Again Katic ducked through and blistered the blonde’s midsection with a crippling flurry; Charlotte’s slender midsection buckling between the brunette’s lightning fists as she was zippered up both sides.
Her grin quickly turned upside down as she lashed out with a furious left-right; leaving her feet as she swung over the top of Stana’s rolling shoulder-blades. The ever-composed brunette parried and spiked a straight right off Charlotte’s rack, then a left to the hip, then a winding one-two to the chin. McKinney wobbled in place before shouldering into Stana and riding her into the boards; stuffing underhanded uppercuts into her waistline until a low-blow warning came out from the official as she intentionally split Katic’s thighs. The blonde dismissively huffed as she trudged to her corner at the end of the first; thoroughly out-worked and out-classed by a dialed-in Katic.
After losing the first by a score of 10-8, McKinney’s careless arrogance was duly replaced by a much more dogged attitude; locking in herself and bullying the much more technical Canadian. Constant body pressure weighed on the decade older brunette; as McKinney tested the resilience of her taut midsection with a parade of suffocating right hands. McKinney claws back in the second and pulls closer, 10-9.
Round 3/4:
Another three minutes of being leaned on in clinch after busty clinch, and Katic’s corner had to shift into overdrive to invigorate their staggered fighter. Being intentionally deprived of her stool to wake her legs back up, Katic nodded along to McElhone’s instruction after narrowly dropping a second consecutive round to the awakened McKinney, 10-9.
Coming out for the fourth, McKinney’s wry smile had returned; feeling as though she had Stana buried up to her waist in quicksand as she sliced a bloody left across the brunette’s lips. Charlotte extended a palm to find Katic’s panting chest; groping at the neckline of her bandeau top in an effort to direct the hunched Canadian into the corner before whipping a heated overhand right just past her cheek. Suddenly a guttural mewl erupted from between them, but it was Katic still standing tall; the blonde snapping over at the hip as Stana slipped a bladed right side-hook into Charlotte’s liver.
McKinney’s bulbs bugged as she was slung into the ropes herself; the two trading places as Katic hawked the blonde’s twisted frame for a landing zone. Sweat misted through the air as Katic spiked a shoulder-high right off the American’s clavicles, then a sharp left uppercut to the eye socket; a bifurcating one-two-three swinging like a pendulum and crushing her ribs from both sides to punctuate the sweltering flurry. McKinney spilled forward and gripped the brunette’s hips, driving off the ropes and tossing herself clean as a trail of drool followed in her drunken wake. Katic aggressively strode after, but alertly pulled up short of a back-footed missile from the blonde that just came up short of her cheek. With just thirty seconds left, McKinney pressed to steal back some of the round; drunkenly making a fool of herself as she twirled around the ring unable to catch Katic with any of her unruly swings. Stana undoes all of McKinney’s good work in the prior two, taking the fourth 10-8.
Round 5:
Charlotte was beet-red with embarrassment throughout the intermission, flustered at what she perceived as insolence from Stana for not rolling over and dying. Katic appeared to be holding the reins, but her corner was quick to remind her that all it took was a single misstep and the blonde’s powder-keg could erupt. Katic tip-toed to center as Charlotte huffed her way there a few seconds late, flinging a flamboyant left that ripped through the brunette’s navel with a throaty grunt of exertion. Katic responded with a poignant left to the rack, then another; throwing the blonde off balance just long enough to stuff a stumpy jab through her teeth. McKinney stamped to her heels, her bulbs flickering as Katic slid forward and ROPED a clothesline left toward the temple; only to see Charlotte arch below.
“NGGGGUUUUGGHH” Katic suddenly mewled, her tummy crunching as Charlotte lanced a deep, dripping left beneath the delicate curve of her rib cage. Katic’s abdomen concaved as her chest sputtered and swelled with a raspy breath, drifting sideways before the blonde straightened and came after her. Katic’s B-cups deflated as McKinney drove a straight right through her heart, then swiveled through a sweat-misting left-left to the cheek that sent the brunette careening messily into the corner. Katic’s lithe torso twisted and convulsed as she hid behind her forearms; a left piercing her hip, a right-right-right caving in her side, a one-two snapping her neck back and forth, a gutting uppercut piercing her navel. Her thonged ass slid down the post as she floundered on the ropes, throwing an armpit over the top to hang on as McKinney battered her walls with even more hail. Left hook to the sternum, right overhand to the temple, jab-cross to the lips; Katic drooled her crimson-stained mouthpiece between her split legs as she started to fold, her thighs buckling inward before McKinney surprisingly hip-checked into her.
Rather than letting the Canadian sag to the mat, McKinney held her upright for a moment with a hip stapled to her pelvis; softly cooing in her ear before sliding a palm up her abdomen and bunching the belted material of her bandeau top. The sweat-soaked material slid up Katic’s sternum as she hung awkwardly from it, whimpering as she spilled out the bottom before a savage overhand right spiked mercilessly against her cheek. Katic hoarsely bleated as she was slung to the canvas, kissing the mat before sliding gracelessly to a hip and unraveling against the base of the post.
1… 2… 3… 4… Katic’s glassy, hazel bulbs fluttered as she covered her mascara-smeared cheeks with the crook of her arm; her bare chest heaving with deep, swelling breaths as she sloshed to her back completely unaware of the mishap. McKinney doused the downed brunette in verbal taunts, straddling Katic’s waist and planting a heel on her teardropping rack to deflate her slender sternum further and keep her down.
5… 6… 7… 8… Given an extra moment as McKinney was hauled back to a neutral corner by the official, Katic floundered with her displaced top; tucking herself partially back in before the count quickly resumed. Rolling first to all fours, the resolute Canadian hauled upright with the aid of the ropes; slouching gracelessly against the same post she’d previously been pinned to as she caught her breath for another few seconds. Barely clearing the count at 9, McKinney was already back in her lap; drowning the seasick brunette in leather. Blood and sweat misted the mat as McKinney stormed her fort in the last thirty seconds; hook to the jaw, uppercut to the solar-plexus, jab-jab to the forehead, scything left-right-left to her partially bare rack. As the bell rung Katic aimlessly collapsed in her corner, hardly able to stand on her own and seeing stars as Charlotte paraded to hers. McKinney’s landslide was inescapable and Katic gets throttled, 10-8.
Round 6/7:
During a sixth round in which McKinney hunted another highlight-reel knockdown, Katic actually began to find solid footing once again in the last minute. Her noodly stems started to strengthen, playing twister with the stalking blonde and parrying just about every hellacious right she loaded up. In the last thirty, Katic narrowly stole the round with a gutty flurry; lassoing McKinney against the ropes and stringing together a sticky web of balletic body shots that wobbled the brazen blonde.
Carrying the scraps of momentum into the seventh, Katic continued to wade out of deep waters bit-by-bit; striking with sharp, covert barbs in between reckless attempted shellings from the blonde. McKinney couldn’t help herself but to swing out of her shoes repeatedly, opening up for chunks to slowly be taken out of her as Katic nibbled like a piranha taking bites out of a shark. Charlotte suddenly found herself breathing far more heavily as Katic rattled another looping combination off her navel, drifting sideways as she sucked wind and tried to escape toward the ropes. Katic shuffled after and feigned low to drop McKinney’s hands; the blonde completely fed up with having her tummy tucked by Stana’s taloned fists and thoughtlessly obliging. With McKinney’s defenses around her waist, Katic suddenly ROPED upwards and redirected her bladed right hand into Charlotte’s chin; clacking her teeth and ripping her head straight back.
The doe-eyed blonde recoiled with a guttural grunt and teetered backwards, grimacing as she gleamed her mouthpiece in twisted agony. Katic chased just convincingly enough to bait a whooshing left out of Charlotte mid-retreat; throwing herself off balance in sheer desperation before spilling into the ropes at her back. Katic darted forward and sliced through McKinney’s crumbling defenses with a beautifully choreographed dance; hook, hook, duck, cross, uppercut, skewering the blonde’s twisted flesh on the ropes. McKinney throatily wailed as the exclamation point-right detonated against her jaw; her skull lulling on her shoulders before her slender thighs pinched shut and she melted into a puddle of flesh on the mat.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Charlotte’s enormous rack swelled with sharp, abbreviated pants beneath her slender sternum; her abdomen slowly inflating as she sputtered flat on her belly. Arms and legs strewn messily to all four corners, McKinney remained face-down through the first half of the count before her arms tucked beneath her upper half.
6… 7… 8… Curling into push-up position, McKinney groaned as she wobbled a few inches off the ground, her dangling chest tear-dropping to the canvas as her biceps shook; finally giving out and instead simply twisting to her back. The agonized blonde let out a resigned whimper as she fell flat once again, this time on her back, crossing her arms over her chest as the graceless jostle slung her natural F-cups out of the tiny cups of her bikini.
9… 10!! SHE IS OUT!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”