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11 February 2023 Stana Katic vs Maryse Ouellet

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CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION VS CARNATION CREATIONS STABLE WAR

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 11 February 2023 at 1:12 am

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (19-5-0, 19 KO)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

Maryse Ouellet (1-1-0, 1 KO)
5'8, 39 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 25th 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, STANAAAAA KAAAAAATIC!!”

After fumbling what was thought to be a commanding 3-1 lead in this now-knotted Stable War, the Celebrity Wrestling Federation held their collective breath as their flagship fighter, Stana Katic looked to save them from drowning under the pressure of expectations. The wry smiles on the faces of the Carnations told a different story; that they felt Maryse Ouellet was their ace in the hole, a ringer. The former Diva had been hand-picked for this very fight by Stephanie McMahon, who was finally struggling to ringside after her beating from Stacy Keibler. While the Carnations would have preferred to take care of business earlier and seal the deal with Spiranac in Fight 6, the chips would now fall after a winner-take-all Fight 7.

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 plump fold and delicate curve of her bronzed skin. Each athletic twist and shimmy of her taut 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, playfully shimmying her hips at the base of her crouch. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling 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 delicate rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pigtails before pumping her gloved fists together.

Ouellet was no stranger to stealing the spotlight, as her booming entrance theme cut off Katic’s and left the brunette quite literally in the dark. Katic’s fellow Canadian lingered on the ramp until every single spotlight ran up her sculpted frame; pausing to pose in a jaw-dropping, partially sheer micro bikini that resembled the Canadian flag. The bunched material of her thong getting lost between her thighs, Maryse swung her hips and strut toward the ring, rolling underneath the bottom rope before scoffing in the Hamilton-native’s direction. Ouellet’s body exuded perfection, toned and oiled to where every delicate curve was accentuated as she basked underneath the overhead lights; finally slipping on her gloves with the help of Stephanie McMahon who was working her corner.

Round 1:
Ouellet’s long, loose mane had been dampened before the bout even began; her dirty-blonde locks drenched and matted as though she’d already gone a full ten rounds. Perhaps an intimidation tactic, perhaps a sign she’d been rehearsing with McMahon right up until the bell. Katic, on the other hand, looked pristine; but Maryse was intent on changing that. The blonde was the opening aggressor, vaulting out of her corner and swiping away with alternating kitana-slashes with each hand. Katic carefully backpedaled, matching the blonde’s approaching speed before the felt the ropes nearing at her back; finally planting her heel and ducking through a penetrating straight left hand that clapped against Ouellet’s sternum. The stunned blonde let out a throaty grunt as she skid to a sputtering stop, her mouth hanging open as Katic flipped the tilt of the ring and began to walk her back with even more oppressive strides.

The mat quaked as Ouellet drunkenly stamped diagonally across the ring, pawing away Katic’s calculated advances before the brunette hooked a wide-ranging right hand around the blonde’s guard, thumping the side of her ribs. The wounded Canadian doubled at the waist, her plump ass jutting through the ropes before Katic ripped a gutting uppercut into her hanging cleavage. Ouellet hoarsely exhaled, a mist of slobber bursting from her lips as she poured out of her top, wincing as Katic followed with a vicious club to the side of her temple.

Ouellet pirouette into the corner holding her naked, pulsing chest; her head violently snapping as Katic swept another cross through her chin, buckling her muscled thighs. The blonde sulked against the post, hiding behind her forearms as she sagged lower and lower with each yo-yo left and right to her abdomen. Ouellet’s corner was in shock as their black ace was dismantled right before their eyes, just inches away, helpless as Katic punched her ragged for the full duration of the round. In the last ten seconds, Ouellet managed to squirm free and sling a meaty overhand into Stana’s unprotected cheek, knocking the brunette off her mount and likely salvaging what could have been a shutout round. Katic takes the first, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
After an unrelenting round from Katic that saw the blonde simply look out of place and overwhelmed, Maryse showed why she was here in the 2nd. The hard-bodied blonde displayed some of her grappling acumen and simply bullied the gangly brunette, choking off her rotations and working the clinch until she felt she had advantage enough to tenderize Katic’s taut midsection. After a 2nd round in which Katic spent more time gagging on uppercuts to the belly than throwing punches, Ouellet fully turned the tables on her fellow Canadian in the 3rd.

An early thumping shot to Maryse’s tits marked the last bit of offense Katic would scratch out, as the blonde countered by washing over Stana like a tidal wave and bludgeoning her into the corner ropes with a trio of heavy right hands. Katic wiggled and squirmed as Maryse layed into her body, flattening the brunette’s teardropping B-cups with her massive, swelling pair and planting the small of Stana’s spine into the corner post. Katic throatily mewled as Ouellet squeezed her out, making room every few seconds for a sharp, biting fist to the navel. With the official breathing down Maryse’s neck and threatening to reset the intertwined pair, the devilish blonde snaked her hand through the ropes and around Stana’s back, inching up her shoulder-blades until she managed to snag one of the brunette’s braided pigtails and YANK down.

Katic squealed as her head was whipped back, her spine and abdomen bowing as she was awkwardly contorted with a hair pull unseen by the official. Breaking their busty embrace, Ouellet speared Stana’s arched frame with a trio of jabs; the first rattling her pelvis, the second sinking just below her delicate rib cage, and the third skewering her left tit and stopping her heart. Katic wailed as Maryse slid out of range, whooshing through a hopeless follow-up before spilling into the ropes at her side. Katic’s flexing belly frantically pant for oxygen, her mouth hanging open as she hooked the top rope with her armpit and traced the outskirts. Maryse stayed nipping at her heels, cautiously biting at Stana’s hip and ripping body shots into the brunette’s turned back every few messy steps. The bell finally saved a shelled Katic, but Maryse had done enough to storm into the lead. 10-9 in the 2nd, 10-8 in the 3rd for Ouellet.

Round 4:
With no one in the ring having seen the hair pull from Maryse last round, Katic spent the entire break fuming with her own corner; staunchly rejecting the notion that she’d been too passive and let Ouellet seize control of the fight. However, if Ouellet expected the infighting to do anything but light a spark in the brunette, she was sorely mistaken. A reawakened Katic took the fight to the inexperienced blonde in the 4th; staggering her early with a heavy club to the forearms before raining hellfire down on the cornered Ouellet. Katic stamped every visible hunk of meaty flesh, tenderizing the blonde’s rippling, muscled abdomen with a calamitous flurry of leather. Experiencing little turbulence aside from an occasional retort to the body from Maryse, Katic slowly raised her attention toward the blonde’s skull; rattling her braincase with sidewinding left and right crosses until Maryse was seeing stars and backed fully up. The blonde’s pluckiness quickly exhausted as she was mercilessly picked apart, her ribs and impressive abs of steel tortured with piercing uppercuts until the dogs were called off by the bell. An unrelenting Katic takes this round, 10-8.

Round 5:
Despite a steadying round, Stana’s corner was operating with a heightened sense of urgency as the fight wore deeper. Every round Maryse was able to hang around, every round she was able to steal, all heaped loads of stress onto the older brunette’s shoulders. Trying to dismantle the towering, sculpted blonde across from her was difficult enough for Katic without the mounting weight of the stakes of this fight. All things considered, they were unquestionably pushing for a violent conclusion; but that aggression could come with a devastating cost.

Katic calmly exhaled as she skittered center ring, meeting a hawking Maryse with a gloved kiss to the lips; slamming a ferocious jab into the blonde’s chin before she could react. Ouellet went wide-eyed as her arms pinwheeled, careening a few steps back before thoughtlessly rushing Katic and bludgeoning the brunette’s tummy with a suffocating uppercut to the navel. Katic lawn-chaired at the waist, only to be straightened back up with a tug to the shoulder and fed a heaping left overhand to the jaw. Katic let out a throaty whimper as her upper half awkwardly slung sideways, her torso twisting 180 degrees as a mouthful of blood sloshed from her lips, misting the canvas. The brunette’s jaw hung slack as she uncoiled and spun to face Maryse, her hazel bulbs vacant, nearly genuflecting to a knee, one stem buckled inward as her arms limply dangled from their sockets.

Maryse smirked as she shifted the weight to her back foot, cocking her right arm high above her head before spiking down toward Katic’s temple.

“NNNGGGGOOOHHHHHLLL” The blonde suddenly mewled, gagging as Katic artfully sidestepped and parried, shattering Ouellet’s taut, flexing abdomen with a splintering uppercut from below. Maryse’s sternum swelled with brief, violent spasms for oxygen, her eyes pooling as she drifted sideways clutching her pulsing ribs. Katic paused near a knee just long enough to fill her own lungs, eventually rising and running down the blonde’s turned hip. Planting a palm on Ouellet’s lower back and gently easing her into the ropes, Katic timed the blonde’s rebound with an exaggerated, catatonic left cross, grunting as she decapitated the former Diva with a merciless hammer to the temple. Maryse folded over her own calves and unraveled on her side, sloshing messily to her backside before her arms and legs splayed to all four corners.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… The blonde scarcely budged aside from a few violent spasms of her tightly-wrapped chest, gurgling as she spit out her mouthpiece and her eyes fluttered skyward.

7… 8… 9… 10!! McMahon furiously stamped her heel on the apron sidewall, barking at the dazed blonde in frustration at her inability to budge.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, STANAAAA KAAAATTTTICC!!!!"

“AND THAT MEANS, YOUR STABLE WAR CHAMPIONS ARE THE CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION!!!!!”

Post Fight:
Not typically one to showboat too exuberantly, Katic dragged Maryse center ring and planted a victorious heel across her heaving chest; flattening the blonde’s titanic tits as she struggled and quaked with labored breaths. Locking eyes with Carnations’ indomitable duo, Stephanie McMahon and Paige Spiranac, Katic sternly issued her list of demands.

“Paige, I think you’ve had just about enough fun gloating and humiliating girls smaller than you. First Linds, then Vika… Now you get me.” Katic barked.

“Stephanie, don’t even think about rejecting that fight on Paige’s behalf. I know you’re salivating over a rematch with Stacy, and you’ll get it, but only if I get Paige. When we snuff you both out, it’s over.”

Accentuating her decree and the challenges issued to both Paige Spiranac and Stephanie McMahon, Katic kept her eyes locked with the seething, sidelined pair; bringing her domineering heel higher and planting it atop Maryse’s slumbering lips, rocking her head sideways flat to the mat.

Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (4) vs. Carnation Creations (3)