Pool C - Fight 2 (Stana Katic vs. Anne Hathaway)

Stana Katic (1-0-0)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

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

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

Intro/Fight:
Anne Hathaway was a peculiar read for opponents in her Pool. While she hadn't won a bout since 2012, her career included puzzling feats such as effortlessly defeating Yvonne Strahovski and knocking down Charlize Theron; all sprinkled between some truly putrid efforts. The New York native was likely the last entrant into the field, both in terms of record and respect earned. While she wasn't outwardly showing it just yet, Katic likely felt this was a warm-up for the real challenge ahead; Stacy Keibler. Hathaway on the other hand, appeared as though she believed she could truly compete in this Pool. With no clear-cut, Garner-esque favorite yet to present themselves, Pool C was still very much up in the air.

Intent on stamping out Hathaway's belief early, Katic came out just as she had against Schiffer; dictating with lanky, far-reaching body shots that slowed the pixie-haired brunette any time she threatened an advance. While not totally lacking Katic's range, Anne was wildly out-classed in terms of precision and raw power. Katic routinely burrowed through Anne's stagnant guard, ripping testing shots into her jaw that served to open up and expose her abdomen further. Her dominance largely unchallenged, Katic continued to pick apart a hapless Hathaway with crunching shots to the ribs and kidney, wading forward and erupting with a truly devious tit-seeking barrage that had Hathaway curled into the fetal position along the ropes as the bell finally saved her. Coming out for the second with more of the same, Katic's actions turned more demeaning as she seemed to toy with Hathaway, playing with her food, springing left-right combinations into her slender tummy only to back away and invite Hathaway to step up and trade with a wry grin. A bumbling Hathaway spend the first minute clumsily spinning through wild, feckless knockout attempts out of pure rage, aching to wipe the smug smile from Katic's lips as she continued to taunt her. After wrangling Anne against the corner post for some more tummy torment, Katic seemingly deliberately tossed the brunette across the ring by the shoulder strap of her bra, snapping the elastic band and spilling Anne partially out of her top. Furiously scurrying to cover her freed breast, Hathaway's feeble demeanor suddenly snapped.

Screeching with exasperation, Hathaway carelessly charged Stana, stamping across the ring only to eat a slobber-knocking straight left from the planted Katic. Lurching slightly, but steadying, Anne turned and slung a gutting left hand into Katic's navel. Katic's curvy ass jut through the ropes as she buckled at the waist, wailing as Hathaway followed with another, then another, palming Stana's chin with one hand and ripping debilitating lefts into her gut with the other. Stana let out a throaty mewl as Anne face-washed her with a glove to straighten her abdomen, then pierced her heart with a crippling straight left. Katic's glossy bulbs widened as she stammered a half-step backwards, hoarsely wailing as her jaw hung agape, clutching her perforated breast. Managing to slip away and detach from Anne's onslaught, Katic played keep away for the last minute of the round. Still visibly gasping at the start of the third, Katic was in rough shape as Anne kept the ferocious intensity she'd found in the last round; pouring meaty strikes into Katic's gut until the brunette was once again forced on the run along the ropes. Katic squealed as the low-hanging waistband of her string thong bottoms were snared, the thin crotch band biting into her lips, nearly peeled bottomless had it not been for the resilient double-knot tied at her hip. Instead Hathaway hurled Katic's upper half into the top rope, arching her slender sternum over the bowing rubber and crudely ripping down at the sternum of Katic's pink tube top.

"AAYYYEEE--GGGGGNNNNNGGGGUUHH" Katic's throaty squeals were abruptly cut off, her mascara-streaked lashes fluttering as her eyes rolled in their sockets, a stream of slobber dribbling down her chin as Anne churned a rising uppercut through her naked bosom and rocked the bottom of Stana's chin. Katic drunkenly drifted a step forward and sloshed to an unsteady heel, trying to keep her balance as she twirled through a balletic right hand that whiffed right over Anne's ducking head. Katic's taut midsection was dichotomized as Hathaway pumped a brutal right hand into her navel, erupting with a throaty howl before her skull snapped 180 degrees from a trailing left. Her mouthpiece sloshing from her lips, Katic teetered on her toes before tumbling forward, the canvas quaking as she hit on a knee, balancing as a stream of crimson leaked down her bare chest, finally spilling face-down on the canvas. The count hit 5 before she budged an inch, slowly pressing to all fours at 7 before wobbling to her feet again at 9. The topless brunette was wandering across another planet it seemed as she somehow beat the count, rapping her gloves together and stepping back up to Hathaway. Unable to wiggle through for another knockout blow for the rest of the round, Anne played it smart and avoided the homerun efforts of her cornered counterpart, instead opting to wear Katic out as she continued to aggressively swing for the fences out of desperation.

After stacking another strong round to make it three in a row, Anne's winning inexperience slowly began to rear its ugly head. As the fight wore on, Katic grew stronger as she put more and more distance between herself and the earlier knee-wobbling knockdown; finding her groove again in the fifth as Anne struggled to keep that same resolve. Increasing battle scars and wardrobe issues plagued the two warriors as the tides started to turn back in Katic's favor. With Anne laboring a bit due to fatigue, Katic managed to capitalize with a wild flurry against the ropes, just in front of the scorer's table. Thumping gut punches, a stiff shot to the sternum, then two to the lips had Hathaway on the proverbial and literal ropes, curled desperately behind her forearms as time expired. With little reprieve, Anne was a zombie when she came out for the sixth. The statuesque, leggy Katic grit her pearly white teeth with every strike, straining every muscle in her sinewy midsection as she clubbed Hathaway across the ring. Anne whimpered as her lungs were flattened by a stern left hand, sputtering as she coughed up her mouthpiece and tipped into the coffin corner. Katic alertly crow-hopped forward and planted a dart between the brunette's eyes, rolling her bulbs as her arms pinwheeled over her shoulders. Strung up by her armpit over the top rope, Katic just had to clear away the clutter of Anne's token defenses before slicing a biting right hand into Hathaway's cheek, flooring the actress once and for all. Shrieking in agonized victory, Katic instantly threw her hands in the sky, knowing the puddled Hathaway was done before the count had even begun. It wasn't pretty, but the job was done. Up next, Stacy Keibler.