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26 May 2023 Ch Stana Katic vs Joanna Krupa

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OFFICIAL FCBA "MAYHEM" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 26 May 2023 at 9:24 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (27-6-0, 27 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Jaguar Title Holder (1 Successful Defense)

vs.

Joanna Krupa (22-18-0, 22 KO)
5'7, 44 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 34th 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, THE CURRENT JAGUAR TITLE HOLDER, STANAAAAA KAAAAAATIC!!”

Outfits:
Katic's lithe, statuesque frame glistened 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 tube top belted around her sternum. Katic craned her long stems and dipped into a lewd crouching split, limbering in her corner to some last minute instruction from her corner. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by plump folds of flesh, finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips. Ending her corner show, the brunette arched her rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, throwing her tightly-braided pony tail over her shoulder before pumping her gloved fists together.

Katic had hardly been involved in the FCBA long enough to make enemies, but if there was anyone she personally had a vendetta against; it was Krupa. The stunning, sultry blonde paraded ringside with a catty smile that said she knew it. She hadn’t minced words, or post-bell actions when she gave the spirited Canadian her first career loss in devastating fashion. Katic had been understandably confident after an undefeated start to her twilight years, only to be gutted and humiliated by the buzzsaw blonde. In the lead-up to their high-stake rematch for the Jaguar Title, Krupa had been sure to share a treasured ringside photo taken in 2021; a telescoped image from just under the ropes that saw a pathetic, teary-eyed Katic wincing under the domineering heel of Krupa, squealing as the blonde planted her flag on the brunette’s swelling, scantly-covered chest.

Joanna made sure to purposefully make the Champ wait, sipping proverbial champagne along the apron before finally sliding beneath the ropes. The buxom blonde was a flawless contrast to the bronzed Katic; her busty frame tucked into a matte black, upside-down micro bikini that desperately and salaciously clung to her teardropping chest, barely hanging on with any sudden movement. Her plump cheeks were split by a matching string thong, wiggling her hips to turn a few ringside patrons as she slid into her gloves.

Round 1:
Nearly two years of pent-up frustration erupted out of the volcanic brunette after the two once again chose to forego the glove tap. Katic was a far cry from the fighter Krupa had seen in their last bout; bringing a 7-fight win streak to the table to dwarf Krupa’s three. The Canadian made her intentions known early as she walked the defending blonde into the ropes with wild, basting overhands that rattled against Joanna’s forearms, shaking her entire upper half. Krupa might not have shown it outwardly, but she knew better than to disrespect the lanky Champ’s power. Slyly slithering in a few intermittent hooks, Katic burrowed her unorthodox lefts below Krupa’s crumbling walls, her tummy curling around the meaty strikes as they bore through her crunching abdomen. A mouthful of spittle burst from Krupa’s lips as she was belly-battered into the ropes, her spine bowing against the springy fencing as she quickly ran out of real estate to maneuver.

The cornered Krupa grunt as she finally opened up out of necessity; slinging a ferocious right cross over the ducking brunette’s rolling shoulder-blades. Katic shuffled to her left and tore through the blonde’s exposed midsection; pumping a jolting pair of uppercuts into her solar plexus before sweeping an impaling left into her ample sideboob. Krupa wailed as she chicken-winged her dominant arm over her pulsing rib cage; twisting a guarded, non-committal left that snapped against the brunette’s shoulder to little effect. Katic slid her base apart and catapult a mangling right hand that snapped against Krupa’s ribs, gutting the blonde just before the bell sounded. Katic came out with a blistering pace, but Krupa might have weathered the storm. 10-8 Katic.

Round 2:
The second picked up right where the first left off, with Katic hawking hot on the trail of the elusive blonde. Krupa daintily bit on occasion, feigning flurries to flinch the Champ off her mark before backing down and weaving her web. Katic continued to scurry behind, finally catching up to Joanna and casting a wicked, rolling right hand across her cheek. Krupa’s loose, golden locks whipped through the air as she folded to her side, grunting as she nearly kissed her hip; her taut midsection rippling with flexing muscle as she awkwardly coiled. With Katic half-expecting the blonde to topple, Stana’s hazel bulbs stretched wide when Krupa sprung back upright and slung a comatose right hook through her chin. Katic let out a throaty grunt, pirouetting and spilling into the corner post as she was spun 180 degrees. The staggered Canadian leaked a trail of blood as she careened into the corner, just nabbing the ropes to pull herself up from a near knee as Krupa nipped at her turned hip. Awkwardly side-straddling the mangled Katic, Krupa recklessly drummed away at both sides of her abdomen; pumping pudgy uppercuts into her navel and lower back before Stana sagged spine-first into the corner.

Krupa lined leather up and down Katic’s flinching torso; pistoning a hook into her liver, then a tit-lifting uppercut, then a botox straight left to the lips. Stana answered with an audacious one-two-three to the ribs that gave Krupa pause, but the blonde bucked the wilting brunette back to her heels and continued the onslaught; tearing her down with sidewinding hooks and crosses to both sides of her shielded temples. At the bell it was Krupa who was preening, having temporarily reaffirmed her status atop the totem pole in this rivalry. Krupa takes the second, 10-8.

Round 3:
Unable to rediscover or recreate that same surprise-factor that had led Krupa to her second round spurt, the third was comparatively tame. Katic controlled the shorter blonde with tempo and length, stifling Krupa every time she tried to approach with an arresting web of lightning-quick jabs and crosses to back her off. To her credit, Krupa pushed, but every exchange ended with a demoralizing parting shot from the gangly brunette that discouraged further pugilistic discourse. Katic takes a snoozer, 10-9.

Round 4/5:
For the entirety of the fourth, the mood of the fight flipped on its head. Determined to make headway, Krupa finally battled through Stana’s range and found her vulnerability; lancing four authoritative overhands through the brunette’s embattled guard and skewering her sternum with each. Katic’s chest rocked and quaked with each escalating nail driven into her torso; her war-cry stifled to a whimper as Krupa poured into her lightly-wrapped chest. You could scarcely see her twisted features through the wall of arms, her lithe frame buckling and contorting as Krupa sweltered; pouring leather up and down her rib cage.

An entirely too brief intermission did little to help Katic push back the encroaching snowball; her lean stems threatening to give out as Krupa kept turning the screws with wild, venomous hooks and overhands. Katic suddenly gagged as Krupa slipped an underhanded hook beneath the curve of her ribs, then concaved her heaving chest with a straight left to the tits. The brunette withered away from the second strike, sputtering out a stream of drool as Krupa angled a biting one-two across opposite sides of her temples. The ring quaked as Katic stamped a few unsteady heels in retreat, her fists sagging around her midsection as Krupa crow-hopped through a tapered spear that snapped against her eye-socket, bobbling her skull on her shoulders. Katic’s thighs buckled into a gangly split as she careened bow-legged into the corner post, dribbling her mouthpiece to the mat as Krupa slid forward and buried a left in her belly button, then a sweeping right through the crook of her armpit, then two straight lefts that dotted her chin and forehead.

Katic feebly extended a palm to try and push off Krupa, but the blonde swatted her trembling arm away and threw her further off balance; creating separation for a merciless uppercut that plunged deep into the brunette’s teardropping left breast. Katic blubbered as she tipped into the ropes, gently drifting forward on the rebound for Krupa to sweep a closing right hook across her cheek; snapping her neck sideways with a detonating mist of sweat and slobber. Katic’s mascara-smudged lashes fluttered as her knees pinched inward, spiking down on her knees before spilling to her belly across Krupa’s feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Katic’s slender sternum sputtered as it inflated, her head lulling to the side as she sprawled spread eagle on her stomach. Slowly she twitched back to life, her engine revving just enough to pull to a wobbly stop on hands and knees.

6… 7… 8… Sagging first to her haunches, the Champ methodically rose, incrementally inching her way upright with the aid of the ropes at her side. At the count of 9, she hit her feet; shuffling over to the official and giving a steely enough look to convince him to hit the restart. The last few seconds of the round offered no further opportunity to Krupa, but she takes the fourth and fifth by a significant margin, 10-8 in each.

Round 6:
After proving she could take the best Krupa could muster and get back up, Katic had to take things a step further and prove she could actually strike back. The blonde came out lethargic after gassing herself out to finish Katic in the last; seemingly taking a convenient break on her feet as she felt unthreatened by the laboring brunette. The Canadian’s statuesque frame had wilted down to eye-level with Krupa, but Katic’s spirit shone through; somehow summoning a few sporadic flurries that backed the sleep-walking blonde across the ring. Katic’s advantage was largely theater, as the only significant punishment she managed to dish out was a glancing blow to the temple that was largely shunted away by Krupa. Katic steals a drowsy round, but she’ll need much more. 10-9 Katic.

Round 7:
The changeover was largely uneventful most rounds, but between the sixth and seventh, Krupa was quite inquisitive toward the Katic camp. Refusing, or denied her stool by her corner, Katic instead spent the intermission standing; waking up her gaunt, jellied stems with a rhythmic bounce on her tippy toes. Krupa smiled as she slouched to her stool, knowing the brunette was running on desperation and fumes.

The dormancy levee from the sixth broke early, as both panting competitors slogged their way to center-ring and traded paint on a titanic mix of shouldered overhands. Katic winced first as Krupa spiked a diagonal left into her cheek, her features flushing as she coiled and burst forward with a left of her own that bounced off Joanna’s springy chest. Krupa struggled a half-step back, skidding to a heeled stop before pirouetting through a sweeping hook that gnashed against Katic’s bony hip. Krupa chugged forward and lifted a tap-dancing trio of lefts into the brunette’s liver, buckling Katic; her arms hanging low as she attempted to hack at Krupa’s midsection with a retaliatory jab. Her listless right batted away by the challenger, Katic careened recklessly into the sagging blonde; planting and wedging a thigh between Krupa’s pinching stems as she pressed breast-to-breast with the heaving blonde.

Their two pancaked midsections spasmed with frenzied pants as their torsos grinded together; Katic continuing to churn until their locked lower halves twisted into the ropes with Krupa backed against the rubber. Krupa’s mouth fell agape as she slanted to her left, sucking wind and burying a peppering of stumpy hooks into Katic’s cherry red ribs. Katic’s side caved in as a look of anguish twisted across her face; arching opposite the blonde as best she could and slinging a breathtaking hook into her liver. Krupa gutturally squawked as her right leg lifted off the canvas and raised toward her chest, trying to shield her hip as her taut midsection crunched over the pulsing aftermath of Katic’s hook.

Feeling the blonde’s hot breath exhale over her shoulder, Katic bowed backwards; slinging wide, looping arrows into Krupa’s trim lower belly. The blonde teetered side-to-side as Katic dribbled her torso between her fists, finally tapping the well for a callous, barbaric uppercut-hook combination that snapped and buckled Krupa’s chin with two sharp raps. Krupa’s bulbs fluttered shut before she even hit the mat, crumbling and folding over her own mangled stems before unraveling against the base of the ropes.

1… 2… Katic was of two minds as Krupa folded to the canvas; half of her completely astonished and locked-up from exhaustion, while the other half lusted for revenge on her downed rival. Krupa had only just floundered to a stop on her back when the barking brunette straddled her waist; jumping in before the official and hooking the string that looped her two bikini cups together. With a furious tug, Katic lifted the twitching blonde’s torso a few inches off the canvas; her limp frame dangling before the flimsy material snapped and came apart in Stana’s grasp.

“Get UP!!” Katic hoarsely shrieked, but the blonde was incoherent and inconsolable as the Champ was finally pulled off of her.

3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… The count continued, albeit after a short reprimand to Katic. However, since she had technically tried to *help* Krupa to her feet, it was deemed incidental. The shell-shocked blonde continued to stare skyward with little signs of life as Katic sprung back to her corner and vaulted atop the ropes in celebration.

9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, AND STIIIIILLLLLLLLLL… THE JAGUAR TITLE HOLDER, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”