Stana Katic versus Tyra Banks

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (46-9-0, 46 KO)
5'9, 46 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Tyra Banks (26-36-2, 19 KO)
5’10, 50 years old
Free Agent
Former FCBA Welterweight Title Holder
Former FCBA Middleweight Title Holder

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 56th 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.

Tyra Banks was one of the most physically and mentally imposing opponents Katic had faced to-date, even at the age of 50. The highly decorated model and runway star still had the goods; reviving the iconic look from her 2019 Sports Illustrated cover and dawning the same pale yellow micro bikini. Her towering, voluptuous frame looked as though it was fit enough to make a run at the Jaguar Title; and cutting down Katic would certainly make her a prime candidate. Banks’ glossy, caramel skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat, her bust overflowing out the top and sides of the thin triangular fabric of her microkini, her plump cheeks split by the bunched material of her cheeky thong. Her long, wavy locks were allowed to flow free; draped between her shoulder blades as she spent the first full minute of her time in the ring barking to get inside Stana’s head.

Round 1/2:
Katic had faced a murderer’s row of towering, physically gifted fighters over the last two years; Aisha Tyler, Palicki, Flair, Swift, Stuhlmann, Moore. Banks was as imposing and bullish as any; flashing her nuclear right hand on a number of occasions in the opener. Katic was largely dormant, but she had Tyra well-scouted. Connecting with the slippery Canadian was another chore entirely, but Banks let the judges know this wasn’t going to be a walkover early; taking the first on the back of some dangerous looking pressure and an overwhelming amount of leather thrown. 10-9 Banks.

After feeling out and clocking the Cali-native’s pace, Katic finally arrived. Banks seemed content to drop anchor mid-ring and let the chase come to her; whipping around like a hurricane any time Stana buzzed close enough to bother. Banks had nothing to lose and she was certainly swinging like it. Stana danced forward after a tepid first minute, ducking a ferocious overhand that spiked just over a rolling shoulder. Skittering back, she feigned again to untether Banks’ coiled right; disarming the unfettered model before slithering in and LACING a waspish one-two against Banks’ navel. Tyra scrunched forward and fell off her mark; grunting as she looped a head-high left over Stana’s ducking forehead. POP-POP; Tyra mewled as a sideways left crushed her ribs, then a brutal uppercut snaked between her cleavage and cracked against the bottom of her jaw. Katic straightened and began to walk Banks down; left to the rack, hook-hook to the hips, uppercut to the liver, sweeping hook to the cheek, STAMPING right to the lips. Banks swayed into the ropes and hid behind her arms; hook-hook-uppercut-hook chugging off her flexing abdomen in the last ten seconds before Katic was forced to abruptly end her flurry. Stana shows her class, but Banks holds on; 10-8 Katic.

Round 3/4:
Some gamesmanship from Banks in the third as the model found her antagonistic streak; spending more time jawing and grappling than boxing. Katic looked increasingly flustered as she was fed through a grinder; bound and pancaked against the ropes for the last minute and a half as Banks periodically pulled back to take a chunk out of her midsection from their twisted clinch.

Katic seemed to have lost her legs as she tried to force a reboot through her system early in the fourth; bouncing on her toes but looking dead-tired in doing so. Banks once again scooped up the lighter brunette by the armpit and flattened her with a busty clinch; pushing Katic into a backpedal until her spine rattled off the post with a gruff exhale. Stana twisted and squirmed as her legs started to slide out from underneath her; awkwardly pinned in the corner as Banks corked her midsection and RAKED a right side-hook off Katic’s flexing abdomen. The brunette hoarsely whimpered as one, two, three, FOUR venomous blades followed; clubbing her hip, slicing below the delicate curve of her rib cage, piercing her sideboob, and finally caving in her ribs with a bony CRUNCH. Katic gagged and buckled sideways; her slender sternum swelling with violent pants as Banks’ busty frame remained glued to her torso. The bound Canadian tried to untangle and force a powerless left-right into Tyra’s midsection, but the domineering model had her handcuffed; craning away and driving a PUNISHING left that mushroomed Stana’s tits and rattled her against the post. Katic mewled as her upper half was sprawled over the ropes; loose, sweat-matted locks strewn over her eyes as Banks lifted a SAVAGE right uppercut and detonated the nuke against the brunette’s chin. Katic squelched as her skull snapped straight back in a mist of sweat, her thighs melting together as she slid down the post and sloshed into Banks; getting a face-full of the model’s heavy rack before spiking messily to her knees. Banks pulled away and let the brunette puddle at her feet; teetering forward and collapsing on her belly with arms and legs spread-eagled at the base of the ropes.

1… 2… 3… 4… Katic’s upper half shook as she coughed and gagged face-down, slowly rising and falling with methodical pants for air as she remained motionless for a few anxious seconds. Her thonged ass perked and jiggled as Banks took a boisterous victory lap around her downed frame; shouting for her to stay down if she knew what was good for her. Finally the Canadian planted both fists at her sides and push-up pressed to all fours; groaning as she did so.

5… 6… 7… Scooping up her mouthpiece, she wobbled to her haunches; taking a graceless seat for another handful of seconds before staggering upright. The last few seconds of the round ticked away as she made it to her heels; cleared by the official just as the fourth expired. Banks makes an EMPHATIC statement, flooring the former Lightweight Champion and extending her lead.

Round 5/6:
With Banks resting on her laurels somewhat in the fifth, Katic was afforded a much needed mental and physical reset. Less bully-ball from Banks meant the Canadian’s speed and fitness could shine; once again plugging away at a largely stationary target and restoring some puncher’s rhythm to the fight.

Banks wouldn’t sit back forever, however; and in the sixth, she began to stalk. Tyra BURST out of her corner in a near-sprint, threatening with a holstered right hand just above her shoulder. Katic matched her pace in a seemingly trepid backpedal; quickly running out of real estate before balletically ducking out of the way and SKEWERING Banks’ navel with a bitter side-hook as she flew by. Tyra tramped past the brunette and wheeled to recover, but just as she turned her head, Katic SLICED a wicked left through her temple. Banks blubbered as her skull swiveled on her shoulders, her arms noodling at her sides as she clumsily careened into the near corner; tossing an elbow over the top rope to try and right the ship before spilling to her knees.

1… 2… 3… Banks was disoriented, but avoided going prostrate; sagging on her knees with a palm gripping the rope as Katic was forced to back away. Tyra huffed and puffed her way back to both feet in a flash; her eyes glazed over but still fixated on what she saw as a vulnerable Katic. Banks was still the aggressor, at least until she took her first step. Tyra barely lunged before Stana swarmed; vaulting in and rattling a machine-gun left-right-left off Banks’ hanging bust. The brunette gagged as her heart stopped, her corked right dissolving as she was buttoned by another hook-hook-uppercut spiking up her abdomen. Banks fell into the ropes in a stupor; a left drumming her hanging orbs and sloshing one of them free from her micro-bikini top, a right-left slicing through her jaw, a METEORIC uppercut crushing her chin. The mystified model folded into the arms of the official as he finally dove in, peeling Katic off and ending the onslaught.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”