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15 January 2024 Stana Katic vs Torrie Wilson

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 16 January 2024 at 12:20 am

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (41-9-0, 41 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Torrie Wilson (34-45-0, 25 KO)
5’9, 48 years old
Free Agent
Former FCBA Middleweight Title Holder
Former FCBA Welterweight Title Holder

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 51st 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!!”

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-white string thong was devoured by 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.

Despite creeping toward her 50’s, Torrie Wilson still maintained the spirit, fitness level, and borderline-lewd showmanship of her younger years in the WWE. Coming off the biggest win of her career in over a decade as she toppled Charlize Theron in November of 2023, Wilson was appropriately filled with a shot of arrogance as she came to try and plant her heel on the fallen Lightweight Champion’s remains. As if they were going to reenact her Wet and Wild match with Candice Michelle, Wilson was also clad in a sheer white top; her cutoff tank top dangling just below the curve of her bust as she arched her buxom upper half and tugged on the waistband of her high-waisted thong.

Round 1:
Coming off a year in which she received a stunning amount of work and achieved even more, Katic was bound to experience some lulls as she got back into the Championship grind. Wilson, on the other hand, had her Super Bowl right in front of her. 1-0 after the dissolution of her previous Stable, Wilson was a woman finally in charge of her own fate. Not only had she already out-classed Charlize Theron, but in the first minute she was doing the same to Katic.

The heavier blonde was having no trouble hammering Stana around the ring; crunching her taut abdomen with a ruthless slug to the belly, shredding her rib cage with back-to-back full-bodied hooks, flattening her belted rack with a straight left that split her hands, and finally snapping a lubricious left through to her cheek. Katic stamped drunkenly to her heels as she was clinically dissected; whiffing with her first three efforts of the match before Wilson sprung back down her throat. Uppercut, hook, jab, jab; Katic wilted into the far corner, her derrière jutting through the middle ropes as she was cut down below Wilson’s shoulders. Torrie spiked a crimson-misting left through Stana’s chin, dribbling a stream of blood down her chest just as the bell stopped a ferocious first from the former Diva. 10-8 Wilson.

Round 2/3:
Having had her wits shaken loose in a jarring opener, Katic responded by summoning her Championship-level form. Using her fleet feet to whittle away at the hungry blonde, Katic slid past everything that she’d been a step slow on previously. Wilson continued to volley and swing, but Katic was balletic in her evasion; darting around the sluggish-looking blonde and stamping her midsection with leather at every created opportunity.

Torrie’s sculpted abdomen began to heave as Katic rattled a handful of suffocating screwdrivers and shanks across her navel; wheezing as her pursuit slowed and she became stuck in mud herself. Hook to the chops, hook to the temple, zipper-trio to the ribs, uppercut to the underside of her dangling rack; Katic scorched the stationary blonde until she was forced to turn-tail and hide.

After a resilient 10-8 second, Katic didn’t lose the pedal one bit in the third. Wilson couldn’t hit what she couldn’t catch; still too late to the party as Stana kept the heat on high for another three minutes. With a 10-9 third, Katic vaulted into the lead.

Round 4:
Visibly frustrated, Wilson slammed both fists against the corner post before springing out for the fourth; swatting away an offered glove-tap from Katic and instead launching into a leathery tirade. Stana alertly batted away oncoming traffic as Torrie sliced a left toward her bosom, a straight right to the shoulder, an electrifying one-two to the chin; all missing their mark as the former Champion deftly backpedaled out of trouble. Finally Katic’s spine hit the ropes; the outskirts bowing as she was launched back into Wilson with a startled yelp.

The blonde timed the rebound to perfection; tearing through rib cartilage with a crunchy hook that caved Katic’s side in. The mortified brunette erupted with a guttural squelch as she arched sideways; her hazel bulbs fluttering as Wilson followed by stuffing a stiff left down her throat. Katic wobbled on her heels, grimacing as she tucked her arms beneath Wilson’s armpits and hugged the busty Diva tight. Torrie was all-too comfortable with grappling; athletically reversing Stana’s clinch and wiggling into a double-underhook grip herself. Stana’s lithe frame was postured against her will as Torrie trudged into the corner; driving the brunette against the post and dissolving her grip. Katic’s midsection flexed as she sloshed sideways; suddenly gagging as Wilson spiked a crooked right into the center of her left breast. The actress’ thonged behind slid down the post as another venomous hook pierced her sternum, then her hip, then her navel; her delicate frame finally buckling as Wilson craned sideways and swiped a barbed overhand right through her cheek and floored her.

1… 2… 3… 4… Stana’s limp frame spilled into a messy pool of flesh at Wilson’s feet, her thighs split by the post as she unraveled into a graceless spread-eagled split. She drunkenly stumbled as her first fist planted against the mat in an attempt to rise; throatily grunting as it slipped out from beneath her and she collapsed back on her swelling chest.

5… 6… 7… Wilson was mid-parade as the brunette finally pushed to all fours, then her knees; spilling to a messy seat on her haunches for a few seconds before dragging upright.

Wilson eagerly approached with a wry smile, licking the ‘venom’ off her right glove before launching back into the woozy brunette with full-thrusters. Katic’s corner frantically made the thirty-second call; emploring their fighter to dance as Torrie slung leather whips up and down her torso. Katic shrunk behind her forearms as Wilson flurried for the finish; chunking lefts up Stana’s right side before another callous right snapped against her lips and drew more blood. The brunette SOMEHOW turtled to the finish line; completely empty-headed as she spilled to a seat on her stool at the break. Wilson was just seconds from a domineering finish, but takes the fourth 10-8.

Round 5:
Katic had made a living on post-knockdown comebacks, but Wilson seemed determined to snuff her out once and for all. Hook, hook, overhand, cross; Wilson blanked on all four but still managed to drive the brunette right back into a corner off sheer pressure and aggression. Katic braced for a loaded left that slid over her shoulder, finally cracking the door for a retaliatory barb to be fitted beneath the blonde’s ribs after she whiffed. Wilson squealed as her tight abdomen rippled from Katic’s covert side-uppercut; her chest bouncing as another two lefts polished her rack and bludgeoned her back a few drunken steps.

Wilson huffed and soured, furious enough to mindlessly charge right back in as Stana hit the pedal. The blonde was suddenly devoured by crashing waves as Katic washed over her; pouring awkward-angled rights into her hip, rib cage, sideboob, temple, then right back down the ladder. The blonde sunk lower with each bifurcating strike; her entire torso wilting before Katic was forced to involve the other hand. Wilson wheeled to scamper away but Katic stayed nipping at her heels; tracing every delicate curve of her midsection with a lash of leather before Torrie ran herself into the corner for cover and stalled out the last half minute. Katic quickly steals the lead back with a resilient 10-8 fifth.

Round 6/7:
A lesser fighter might’ve spent the rest of the fight lamenting her squandered opportunity, but Wilson was a multi-time Champion for a reason. Katic likely had the stamina and fuel-efficiency to win a marathon, but the fit, busty blonde could still pull out ahead in a sprint. The comparatively trim Katic had no answer for the blonde’s strength when she went to the body; pounding away at Stana’s spasming gut with hellish lashings from her dangerous right hand. After enough screwdrivers to the navel to slow and snare the panting brunette, Wilson sliced a crooked left up her tummy with intent to disembowel the Canadian. Katic wailed as she was skewered on the blonde’s uppercut, pierced through the solar-plexus and lifted to her toes before falling off the cruel pike and sloshing into the ropes.

Wilson chased with a devilish gleam in her eye; groping at the brunette’s belted top and using it to sling her into the steel post at her side. Katic mewled as she immediately spilled out the bottom of her rising top; swaddling her naked chest with both arms before an overhead hammer snapped against her forehead and slung her gracelessly into the corner. Sprawled invitingly over the top rope and seeing stars, Katic pinched sideways and tried to lift a few stumpy hooks into Torrie’s side; only managing to incite the blonde further as Wilson clamped down around her bandeau top and lifted it around Stana’s clavicles like a necklace. The blinded brunette twisted and fumbled to remedy her wardrobe catastrophe; shoving at Wilson with both hands before a nasty shiv was driven through her bare, tear-dropping underboob. Katic hoarsely wailed and slung forward, lawn-chairing at the waist as Wilson carried her momentum and threw her back into the middle of the ring.

With just a few seconds remaining in the sixth round, the bedraggled brunette once again limped to intermission; taking an earful from the blonde on her way to the stool after Torrie scored a lascivious 10-8 win. Wilson would add to her lead in the seventh with another physically commanding effort; showing no signs of slowing down or even aging as she took the round 10-9.

Round 8:
Moving into the twilight rounds, Katic was still trailing by a knockdown on the scorecard. Perhaps more importantly, it looked as though she was trailing in the mentals as well. Despite the egregious malfunction being remedied, her tattered white tube top was completely sheer with sweat and speckled with blood; her dark mascara smeared across flushed cheeks as she motioned for Wilson to start the eighth. Katic couldn’t have looked more vulnerable and spent; her spine hunched as Wilson took the invitation and vaulted through a comatose overhand that just whizzed past.

On the follow through, Torrie suddenly grimaced as a hook was buried in her navel; sagging ever-so-slightly as she was olé’d by the balletic brunette. Wilson pushed tall and spun with snarl, sweeping another head-high right that tore through the air over Stana’s rolling shoulder.

“HNNNG—GOOHHLL” the blonde erupted; her thighs pinching inward as a crippling hook-hook carved through her ribs on either side. Torrie’s bulbs stretched wide as Katic rose and scooped a concrete uppercut through her dangling chin; her teeth clacking as her cranium snapped straight back with a bony *CRUNCH*. Wilson bobbed on the balls of her feet as she vacantly spilled forward, side-stepping left as Katic coiled a full-bodied right hand far behind her back and SLICED her fist through the drifting blonde’s heart. Wilson squelched as her heavy rack was flattened, gagging as her body froze and skipped a few heart-beats; eventually tipping forward like a felled redwood and slamming to her knees.

1… 2… 3… 4… Wilson drooled her mouthpiece to the canvas with a guttural whimper; her tight abdomen crunching and spasming with rolls of flesh as she tried to pant for oxygen to fill her deflated lungs. She tried to meekly paw and massage her pulsing rack; spilling out the bottom of her cutoff tank top as it rode up her sternum.

5… 6… 7… Burying her face against the canvas and curling into the fetal position, Wilson simply shook her head as the official implored her to stand; her frame still rocking with breathless spasms as the count droned on.

8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 8, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”