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12 May 2023 Elizabeth Hurley vs Ch Stana Katic

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Posted by girlsfriday on 12 May 2023 at 12:23 am

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (26-6-0, 26 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Jaguar Title Holder

vs.

Elizabeth Hurley (42-36-1, 22 KO)
5'9, 57 years old

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this JAGUAR CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT!"

"AND NOW! Making her 33rd 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.

Challenging the Canadian in her first Jaguar Title Defense was a rejuvenated Elizabeth Hurley. Stepping out of pseudo-retirement from her managerial position with the Global Boxing Syndicate, Hurley had been given a flurry of fights in 2022-2023; placing much more poorly in the Inaugural Jaguar Tournament than she would have liked. Since, she’d been one of the handful of Jaguars that had actually WON her most recent bouts; with a pair of wins over Manuela Arcuri and Sharon Horgan rocketing her up the Contender ranks as most others around her struggled. Reaching as high as No. 7 in the most recent rankings, only Yvonne Strahovski ahead of her wasn’t coming off a loss. In the war of attrition that was the Jaguar Division, Hurley was looking to be the latest to shock the FCBA world after Katic felled the highly-decorated Hall-of-Famer, Jennifer Garner to steal the belt.

Despite pushing into her late-50’s, Hurley still wowed as she hit the ramp; her buxom frame scantly covered in a leopard print micro bikini that lifted her stellar bust. Still incredibly fit for any age, much less 57, Hurley looked to be in pristine fighting shape; her long, curly locks pulled into a tight bun as she slipped into a pair of matte black gloves.

Round 1:
Katic had certainly done her homework on the Hampshire-native; as she spent the first round showing perhaps TOO healthy a respect to the former Welterweight Champion. Despite ultimately falling in the Jaguar Tournament to Bridget Regan and Adriana Lima, Hurley didn’t do so before leaving her mark; knocking down both 40-somethings before ultimately running out of steam and proving unable to finish the job. Still, the raw power that had carried her to three separate Titles in the early 2000’s wasn’t quite dormant enough to put Stana at ease. Katic was determined not to taste the same loaded right hand Hurley so cockily dangled as a warning. The lanky brunette was entirely non-committal, toying with Hurley’s taut midsection for the first half of the round before Liz made her move; flurrying with a lavish tornado of fancy hooks and jabs that sunk like pins and needles into Stana’s bronzed torso. Katic made an artful, balletic retreat; deflecting and batting away the two most dangerous rights labeled for her temple before the bell broke up their busty embrace along the ropes. Hurley’s assertiveness steals the first, 10-9.

Round 2:
The second round was a return to clinical form for Katic, as an early swing and miss from Hurley left her vulnerable for a bone-crushing sweep-hook to the sternum. Hurley sputtered and gagged as her path of retreat was traced across the ring, finally run down and tenderized by a wicked hail barrage that sent her twisting into the ropes. Katic lashed an unrelenting storm of hooks into Liz’s belly, shattering her bony walls with a pair of determined straight lefts that left her defenses falling away and useless. Hurley clung to the post through the brunette’s turbulence before finally bucking free and backing Stana off with a whooshing right piston that narrowly missed the Canadian’s cheek. Liz grinned through a demented, crimson smile; flaunting just how close she came to depositing Katic on her ass and feigning a hint of arrogance despite Stana taking heavy chunks out of her reserves over the last few minutes.

Round 3:
After dropping the second round 10-8, the spunky, lurching Hurley slowly started to creep back to level in the third. Not so much on the scorecard, but more so in her own head. As Hurley’s confidence continued to swell and lead to more brazen outbursts, it was Katic’s meticulous precision that carried the early rounds; putting her in position for a late-round whirlwind to Liz’s midsection. Katic’s thin frame twisted and contorted as she spun through tit-level sidewinders; slinging meaty fists into Hurley’s chest and chin despite her attempts to curl up behind her own arms. Rattling a final overhand off Liz’s temple that the Brit felt was after the bell, Katic received a brutal face-washing as Hurley overpowered her and rammed her into the ropes; bringing some hate into this Title fight. Katic takes the third as well, but narrowly at 10-9.

Round 4:
Using the third to establish some bite, Hurley found her bark in the fourth; jawing with Katic the entire duration of the changeover about the perceived ‘late hit’ that wasn’t really late. Leap-frogging the bell by a few seconds, Hurley mauled Katic and slung her right back into her own corner; tugging and yanking at the Canadian’s flimsy, belted tube top until one of her bronzed orbs spilled free. Katic hoarsely shrieked as she tried to flounder and tuck herself back in, cupping her bare tit with one glove as Hurley whipped a succession of pendulous, gutting underhooks below the delicate curve of her ribs, just above her belly button. The unhinged Hurley continued to huff and flail, slinking a crooked uppercut through Stana’s limbs and detonating against her jaw. Katic’s skull snapped straight back with a mist of sweat as she sagged bow-legged against the rails, clumsily hiding behind the crook of her free arm as Liz readied another heavy hammer to the temple. Katic’s entire upper half rocked with the weight of Hurley’s pulsing right, bowing against the ropes before she was forced to embrace her wardrobe malfunction and drop the armbra; machine-gunning a sharp flutter of tight-quarters jabs into Hurley’s gut. Liz gruffly yipped and broke off her pressure, satisfied with the emotional damage done as she circled the outskirts preening right in Katic’s face. Hurley takes a monster round to put the pressure right back on the Champ, 10-8.

Round 5/6:
Bouncing back after a round spent largely being bullied by the heavier Hurley, Katic managed to saw the fifth off to a draw as the two settled for a low-event ‘reset’ round. Still tied through five, it was looking increasingly likely that one catastrophic slip would decide this Championship bout that was hanging on a razor’s edge.

The much more full-figured Hurley was clearly keen on continuing to throw around her weight, as she strut right back into Katic’s chest; brushing off a threatening overhand that rattled off her heat-shield and deflected into orbit before pole-vaulting upward through a brutal, disemboweling uppercut. Katic gutturally buckled as Hurley’s fist cracked just below her sternum, her belly concaving around the blow as she lifted to her toes. Liz bowled over the wilting brunette, planting a shoulder into her tits and driving until the small of Stana’s spine raked against the corner post with a winded exhale. Katic’s thighs jellied as her knees pinched inward, twisting up behind her forearms as Hurley trumpeted a trio of left hooks into her ribs, then a biting right hook to her pierced lower navel. Hurley steamed and churned her way into an awkward clinch, hunching slightly to straighten her pinned, languid victim as she lifted at the crooks of Katic’s armpits to try and sprawl her over the corner post. Katic continued to twist and squirm, furiously rolling her hips against Hurley’s heaving, sweat-soaked frame until she managed to wiggle to one side of the exasperated Brit and bore a crisp overhand-hook into Liz’s liver. Hurley throatily exhaled as her bent frame sagged, whimpering before she straightened back up and tried to pancake Katic further into the ropes.

“HNNGGG… Nngggghhhll” Hurley grunt, her torso quaking as Katic craned and ripped another pair of undercuts into her tender rib cage. Elizabeth skid back half a step, wincing before a ferocious uppercut rose like a meteor through their torsos, chugging against her hanging underboob, nearly springing her free from her bikini top. The brunette squealed as she clutched at her chest, slinging a retaliatory shiv into Katic’s heart, bowing the Canadian’s abdomen and thumping her back into the post. As Hurley leaned back for a coiled left, her jaw was suddenly cracked by a sweeping hook that rattled her chin; blubbering as Stana swiped another pair of yo-yo fists into her cheeks. A clumsy side-step jolted Hurley’s frame as she teetered to her heels; her bulbs glossing over as Katic erupted forward and pistoned a straight left down her throat, finally felling the Brit. Hurley’s buxom frame crashed lifelessly to the canvas flat on her back, her skull bouncing off the mat as she was sprawled spread eagle.

1… 2… 3… 4… Hurley drunkenly pawed and floundered against the mat, trying desperately to prop herself up on an elbow before face-planting halfway back to her belly.

5… 6… 7… 8… 9… Elizabeth’s taut abdomen crunched and flexed as she tried to lawn-chair to a seated position, drooling her mouthpiece between her legs before tipping once more to her side, unable to plant a firm flag in the sand to help her stand.

10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, AND STIIIIILLLLLLLLLL… THE JAGUAR TITLE HOLDER, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”