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28 August 2022 Charlotte McKinney vs Stana Katic

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OFFICIAL FCBA "BOILING POINT" PPV 2022

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 August 2022 at 11:02 am

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (9-2-0, 9 KO)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

Charlotte McKinney (31-16-0, 31 KO)
5'7 1/2, 29 years old

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

Intro/Fight:
In an absolute nightmare second round match-up for the Celebrity Wrestling Federation, newly-signed "Golden Girl" Charlotte McKinney was set to take on their stable captain, Stana Katic. The two were reportedly yet to exchange so much as a word; with Katic's congratulatory welcome text going unanswered. Charlotte appeared to be locked and prepared to send her own message; that she was the alpha of this stable. Katic looked as fit as she ever had to-date, her bronzed skin twined in a black micro bikini and matching string thong; her silky auburn locks twisted in a tight braided pony tail. McKinney looked as though she'd raided Katic's closet, seemingly wearing the same-sized top as the brunette despite her heaving F-cups. Her chest swelling in clashing red and white cups, McKinney hiked the waistband of her patriotic blue thong as she called Katic out from her corner for a vicious staredown and snarl; the two pressing tit-to-tit before the bell broke their locked horns.

After a shelling from McKinney in the first that saw Katic hanging on for dear life, the doe-eyed brunette finally found steady ground in the biggest fight she'd taken to-date. Coming out on auto-pilot after a domineering start, McKinney's arrogance bit her in the ass virtually immediately, smugly eating a left from the rangy Katic on purpose just to prove she could. Katic's fist dripped with pent-up venom as she slung the crippling left into McKinney's preening mug, pinwheeling the blonde's arms and spilling her into the ropes. McKinney kicked up sand as she twirled comically across the ring, grunting as Katic followed with another vicious right to the cheek. Despite the pretentious lapse from McKinney, her defenses were still iron-clad; and it wasn't until the third that Katic started to break them down. Snowballing her swelling momentum, Katic gained supporters in bunches as she dissected the blonde in the third and fourth, erupting on a shelled McKinney with her range. Finding comfortable footing to trade with Charlotte backed against the ropes, Katic slung a pair of gutting left crosses into Charlotte's ribs, buckling the blonde and opening her up for a jaw-breaking right. McKinney teetered into the ropes, digging her heels into the sand and trying to whip a left into Stana's bosom to back her off. The brunette ruffled as leather popped her sweaty sternum, but she continued to press forward, mimicking McKinney's chest punch and belting the busty blonde with a straight left of her own that hit ten times as hard. The model's knees gave out as she sloshed forward, hugging Katic with a lethargic clinch, desperate to remain stapled together. Not interested in pleasantries or taking it easy on her new stablemate, Katic twirled McKinney out of their busty embrace and spiked a meaty right paw into her cheek, knocking the airy blonde to her knees. Charlotte quickly scrambled to her feet to save face, but that didn't stop Katic from barking insults the entire way up. McKinney was shell-shocked as Katic dictated the rest of the fourth, ultimately shutting Charlotte out in a jaw-dropping display of dominance.

The round break couldn't have come at a more opportune time for McKinney, as she was able to parlay the berating she took from her corner into some momentum of her own in the fifth. Unable to keep her mammoth F-cups concealed for large portions of the bout to this point, McKinney finally just let the puppies fly; throwing any attempt at modesty to the wind and rising to equal and surpass Katic's spirit and tenacity. Charlotte had a mountain to climb score-wise after being shutout in the fourth, but after making strides with a two-point win in the fifth, looked to pump even more steam into her engine.

Showing some signs of fatigue as she trudged through the sand, Katic's lithe, statuesque frame crunched forward as her taut tummy was bisected at the navel by a rising gut punch, drool sloshing from her bottom row of teeth as her bulbs stretched wide, attempting to retaliate with a sweeping left hand that whooshed over the blonde's head. McKinney countered with a rising left that drilled Katic's cheek and temple, a coating mist erupting from her sweat-matted locks as she staggered a half step back, throatily mewling as she tipped to her toes somewhat off balance. Disheveled and in disarray, Katic drunkenly wobbled forward toward McKinney, her eyes glazed as she tugged at the sagging waistband of her thong with her gloved left hand, completely disoriented as she whipped a hopeless right hand well short of its intended mark. With a gruff grunt, Charlotte chugged forward and pierced Katic's sternum with a bludgeoning left hand, a fleshy THUMP erupting from the callous breast punch. Katic hoarsely exhaled as she was slung into the corner, her bobblehead whipping backwards as she crashed into the rubber fencing. McKinney voraciously followed, palming Katic's flattened tits and clawing until she mangled and spilled her teardropping orbs free. Sliding her gloved palm up Katic's clavicles, McKinney planted her glove against Stana's chin and forced her head to tilt backwards with a nasty facewash, ripping three barbaric right hands into her arched ribs. Katic exhaled with a guttural grunt as the first two strikes hammered her bare, extended abdomen, then squealed as the third buckled her frame with a fleshy CRUNCH. Katic sloshed forward as Charlotte relished in her raspy gurgling, dribbling her mouthpiece to the sand as she tilted forward, mouth agape clutching her pulsing rib cage. With Katic halfway down to her knees unable to draw in a breath, Charlotte stretched backwards just enough to create space for a venomous left-handed sidewinder that rattled Stana's jaw. The brunette sloshed a mouthful of blood and drool across the sand as her neck snapped in the aftermath of Charlotte's follow-through, mewling as her naked torso was slung halfway through the top and middle rope. Disheveled strands of her greasy auburn locks brushed through the sand as her upper half dangled over the middle rope at the waist, lifelessly twitching as Charlotte twirled and hoisted her arms in victory.

"This is MY f*cking stable!" Charlotte hissed, pounding her chest as Katic's frame pitched with convulsions at her hip, leaking crimson and staining the sand as her bubbly ass perked skyward.

Post Fight:
Charlotte took a few steps toward her corner before thinking better, turning back to peel Katic's lifeless body off the ropes by her braided pony tail and sling her to an awkward, folded seat just out of the corner. Katic's scrunched frame heavily pant as she was slapped awake, her mascara-smeared lashes fluttering as she was roused by McKinney and dragged by the crooks of her armpits toward the center of the ring. With a wry smile sneaking across her lips, Charlotte props Katic on her knees, Charlotte threw herself over Stana's back and snaked her forearm around Stana's delicate neck, jolting the brunette fully back to life. McKinney violently wrung the sputtering brunette deeper into the choke, the veins in her throat bulging as her face flushed, drool sloshing across the blonde's rippling forearm as she was hugged tighter to Charlotte's pancaking chest. Katic's thoughtless squirming lasted only a few more gruesome moments, gently pawing at Charlotte's wrists as her smoky bulbs rolled into the back of her skull; her lanky frame beginning to pitch and convulse in Charlotte's lap. All four limbs finally fell slack, thumping spread eagle in the sand as McKinney made sure to wring her neck once more before dismissively slinging her to the ground. Katic spilled from McKinney's grip and flopped to her side, rocking with rapid, spasmic twitches; sand caked to her golden, sweat-soaked skin and bare folds of flesh. Charlotte sat on her haunches at the lifeless brunette's shoulders, drinking in the unconscious jiggling of bare flesh for a few seconds before rising. Planting a sole on Stana's hip and rolling her to her back, Charlotte stamped and ground her heel atop the brunette's mound, flexing one last time as Katic's frame stopped quaking.