Pool C - Fight 1 (Stana Katic vs. Claudia Schiffer)

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

vs.

Claudia Schiffer (0-0-0)
5'11, 51 years old

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

Intro/Fight:
There weren't many women in the Jaguar Tournament field that would have the towering Stana Katic punching uphill, but unfortunately for her, two were stacked in her Pool. Along with Stacy Keibler, Claudia Schiffer stood a statuesque 5'11 with long, sinewy arms to boot; rangy enough to give anyone trouble with such unorthodox and unique reach. Katic was a safe bet to advance in her Pool through a top two finish, but given that it was her stable that was hosting the event, a Pool victory would go a long way in earning the newly minted team some respect. Looking at a glass-half-full, Schiffer was an ideal opponent to prepare Katic for the spindly, imposing frame of Stacy Keibler later on. That is, if she could come away with a win.

The 1st round was textbook for Katic; chopping the lanky German down to a more manageable height with constant pressure on her midsection. Adventurous forays past Schiffer's hellish reach saw Katic sneak in close enough for repeated gutting blows; tenderizing the blonde's belly with sharp, disruptive uppercuts that paralyzed her long enough for Stana to slink back out. When Claudia did step up to the plate and trade, she wasn't near crisp enough to bother Katic's defenses; instead often popping leather-with-leather on any attempted strikes. The brunette looked reserved and untroubled by Claudia's reach, remaining in orbit at a safe enough distance to peck away at Schiffer at any sign of an opening. Katic looked and felt as though she was sparring with a non-contact jersey through the opening minutes, well on her way to a victory barring a change in tactics from the blonde.

Needing a change in strategy, that's exactly what Claudia employed in Round 2. Instead of using her reach to be the aggressor, Schiffer simply laid in wait through the first half of the round. Katic continued to nibble on the bait before finally pressing full-bore into Schiffer, waltzing right into the blonde's Venus Fly Trap. Expecting Claudia to continue to throw wide, time-consuming punches that allowed her to counter, Katic seemed puzzled with Claudia shifted to a more reserved wait-and-see attitude. Finally fed up with the inactivity, Katic barged right into Schiffer's grill, where the blonde was more than happy to tie Katic up in a draping clinch. Katic's torso was lost in a sea of gangly limbs as Claudia threw herself over Katic, tying her up, ragdolling the frazzled brunette, then splitting their embrace with an awakening bang. Fans in the third row got a slobbery souvenir as Katic's mouthpiece was ejected by a barbaric, sweeping right hand; the brunette's skull sloshing behind the neck snapping impact that nearly took her off her toes. Katic's arms pinwheeled as her frame twisted through half a revolution, her legs buckling as she careened clumsily into the ropes, catching herself with the crook of an elbow to narrowly avoid spilling all the way to her knees. Schiffer knew exactly what to do next, finally taking out some of her pent-up frustration on Katic's exposed ribs; wailing away with furious uppercuts, rippling tight flesh until the bell forced Schiffer to call off the dogs. Katic's vision was foggy as she took a lumbering seat between rounds, stunned but attempting to shake off the cobwebs.

Going right back to the well, Schiffer continued to play coy rather than pressing her perceived advantage; once again springing her trap on Katic as the brunette pushed the envelope. Katic squealed as she was devoured by Schiffer's clinch, slung side-to-side by her neck as the official implored Schiffer to release Katic's neck and square back up. Rather than breaking their chesty embrace by rule or by her own volition, Schiffer was suddenly guillotined by a savage, pitiless uppercut that landed square on the button. Before Schiffer could sling Katic out of her grasp and into range for another looping cross, Katic slithered a tight right hand through their taut abdomens and erupted through Schiffer's chin. The blonde's frame stiffened to her tippy toes before collapsing inward, awkwardly transformed into a puddle with one fell strike. Scoffing at the downed model, Katic defiantly turned her back and walked to her corner with a fist raised; knowing Schiffer wasn't beating the count anytime soon.