Pool C - Fight 5 (Anne Hathaway vs. Stacy Keibler)

Anne Hathaway (1-1-0)
5'8, 39 years old

vs.

Stacy Keibler (1-0-0)
5'11, 42 years old

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

Intro/Fight:
If you'd have told Anne Hathaway that she'd still be in the running for a 1st place Pool finish when Match 5 rolled around, the brunette would've taken it in a heartbeat. While she'd squandered a chance to defeat Stana Katic despite putting the Canadian on her ass, all Anne needed to do was take care of Stacy Keibler and get some help in Match 6. A 3-way tie at 2-1-0 could make things very interesting. Keibler on the other hand wanted to put Anne's chances to bed and secure a winner-take-all fight with Katic herself.

Through the first six rounds, the sold-out arena was treated to an unbridled, rollercoaster affair. At a leggy 5'11, Stacy Keibler was a jaw-dropping sight to behold in her high-waisted string thong, towering over Hathaway despite standing a respectable 5'8 herself. Perhaps the only person in the building not mesmerized by Keibler's pendulous stems and staggering length was Anne Hathaway. After dominating the first round by taking advantage of Stacy's measured pace, the brunette managed to somehow survive two renaissance rounds from Keibler in the second and third. Realizing that she wasn't fighting the same Hathaway that was sporting a 4-21-0 record, Keibler upped the pressure and dragged Anne through the ringer. Unable to dodge Keibler's frenzied, lanky strikes, Hathaway took a handful of forearms and clunky clubs to the jaw while trying to survive the bludgeoning. Managing to corner Hathaway against the ropes with the clock winding down in the third, Keibler scored the first real leg-wobbler of the fight with a springy left to the sternum that flattened Anne's tits to her chest. Spitting out her gum shield and folding to her knees just after the bell had halted the action, Hathaway breathlessly wheezed for oxygen as Stacy retreated to her corner with a wry smile, feeling as though a message had been sent.

With each subsequent round, the tension and measuredness of the bout continued to rise; each fighter not wanting to be the one to make the first grave mistake. After tipping the scales in her favor with her length in the second and third, Keibler was stunted in the fourth and fifth by a resilient Hathaway. The lightly-practiced blonde couldn't keep her prey still long enough to finish her, and in turn allowed one of the youngest Jaguars in the field to flourish. With the fight squared at 54 apiece through six rounds, it was Hathaway that stole the seventh; and with a late flurry in the corner, looked to finish the fight altogether. Using an awkward grip on the neck of Keibler's low-cut sports bra that was shielded from the official, Hathaway slung Stacy into the corner and traded places with the shrieking blonde, shushing her protests with a blunt straight left to the mouth. Keibler's eyes bulged as her gangly frame was sprawled over the top rope, throatily wailing as Anne reared and poured a devious left uppercut between her thighs. Stacy helplessly melted to all fours, cupping her pulsing cameltoe as the official quickly stepped in and scolded a remorseless Hathaway. Even with a point deduction, Hathaway still took the round, but she could have had more.

Feeling some retribution was in order, the sleeping giant awakened in the eighth as Stacy opted to throw, throw, and throw some more. Hathaway was forced to avoid the gauntlet as Keibler swung wild, sweeping lefts toward her chin, narrowly missing with two in particular that would've decapitated the brunette. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught, Hathaway ducked forward and tried to curl her arms underneath Stacy's armpits, looking for a stalemate tie-up. Not interested in a break in the action, Keibler stiff-armed Hathaway square in the chest, planting a palm on the encroaching brunette's left breast and sweeping a cheek-high right hand across the plain. Hathaway gurgled as her jaw sloshed right, snapping from the blinding impact before lulling back in place. Anne teetered a few steps before her legs crossed, collapsing in a jumbled heap on her back, spasming tits up at Keibler feet. Unresponsive as Stacy barked over her downed frame, Anne was counted out instantly as the official shielded the brunette from an irate Keibler; fortunate to escape with her dignity after such a blatant foul.