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28 February 2024 Stana Katic vs Paige Spirinac

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OFFICIAL FCBA "25TH ANNIVERSARY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 February 2024 at 7:24 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (43-9-0, 43 KO)
5'9, 45 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Paige Spiranac (13-4-0, 13 KO)
5’7, 30 years old
Carnation Creations
Former JMD Title Holder (2 Defenses)

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 53rd 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 with a light sheen of sweat 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 bandeau top belted around her sternum. Katic craned her long stems and dipped into a graceful 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 curvy hips. Her hazel bulbs locked with the far corner as her opponent entered; heavy, smoky mascara coating her long lashes in a messy, alluring cat-eye look. Ending her corner show, the brunette arched her rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes as she slid into her gloves; throwing her tightly-braided, auburn pony tail over her shoulder before pumping her gloved fists together.

Spiranac had already seen loads of success in just two short years in the FCBA; already filling her trophy case with a JMD Title and multiple defenses. She’d also been a thorn in the side of the CWF; felling Lindsey Pelas in her first ever fight and dispatching Victoria Justice shortly thereafter. Tonight, she got the best The Federation had to offer in Katic. Paige coyly smiled in Katic and McElhone’s direction as she sauntered into the ring; wearing a silk, blood-red micro bikini that clung to her bronzed, sweat-soaked skin. Her plump backside hid a cheeky matching thong; her long, wavy locks loosely tapered over her shoulders.

Round 1:
This fight had been a year in the making, with Katic punctuating her dramatic and decisive ‘Game 7’ victory in the CWF/Carnation Stable War by vowing to silence Spiranac herself after the blonde had started to run rampant through their ranks. Neither had forgotten, but it was the buxom model whose opening salvo put the Canadian on high alert.

Spiranac was seen as a JMD specialist, but that didn’t mean her skills didn’t translate; with Katic being brutally walked-down in just the first thirty seconds. The Canadian twisted and squelched as the blonde lashed a left across her rack, then a jarring one-two to the chin before sinking her fangs into Katic’s bust without remorse. A sinking hook to her sideboob deflated the brunette’s rack, a vicious left-left-left flattening Stana’s tits before a polishing right thumped against her heart. Katic gagged as her chest concaved, slinking sideways as Paige vaulted into her upper half and groped Katic into submission. Stana’s swelling chest mushroomed as Paige palmed her B-cups and drove forward, spearing the small of her back against the post as Katic gracelessly sprawled over the turnbuckle. Screwdriver to the lower ribs, sweeping hook to the curve of her hip, uppercut-uppercut to her navel and underboob; the brunette was sinking fast as Paige mauled her up and down. Katic hadn’t yet had her rack mugged quite so earnestly; floundering as Paige side-stepped and PIERCED a ferocious straight right through her sternum that rattled her shoulder-blades against the steel at her back.

Katic wailed and shoved off; pirouetting away from the grinning blonde who proudly puffed out her own chest as Katic sagged to shield hers. The last thirty were a wash as Katic played keep-a-way; visibly favoring her wounded chest as Spiranac took the opener, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
Spiranac was singularly focused now, slicing through air as Katic back-tracked to keep her wounded sternum out of the crosshairs. A bitter left chunked home as Stana hit the ropes; eliciting a guttural whimper from the brunette as Paige poured another fleshy one-two into Katic’s delicately wrapped tits. Paige then reached out for a chesty tie-up, leaning forward just as Katic slid out from beneath her and roped a vindictive left into Paige’s hip. The blonde curled sideways and grimaced, straightening just in time for an eruption from the brunette; left to the ribs, right to the chin, left to the belly, right to the cheek. Katic zippered the undone blonde with leather; thumping harder with each strike before a wicked uppercut split Paige’s hands and exploded against her jaw.

The wild model was suddenly tamed in an instant, clumsily stamping sideways as Katic rapped one, two, three jabs off her lips. Paige’s loose mane sprung as her head was snapped back by three straight rights; her eyes glazing over as Katic now found the front foot. Hook, cross, uppercut, hook; Paige twisted between bitter darts as the lanky brunette dotted her I’s with lightning-like precision. Paige had little runway left when she finally threw herself over Katic like a shawl; dragging Stana into a tangle along the ropes where she could slow things down. The last twenty seconds were sprinkled with sporadic, stumpy lefts to the gut from the Canadian; further hunching the winded blonde before being forced to unravel.

After dropping the second 10-8, Paige comes back with some more weighty bully ball; canceling out Katic’s technical superiority by refusing to allow her to throw freely. With three down, Spiranac eeks back in front thanks to a 10-9 third stanza.

Round 4:
Katic’s most successful flurries had all come in the opening trade of each round, well before Paige could pull her into the mud. The fourth was no different as Spiranac pawed and tip-toed her way closer while trying to saw off Stana’s length. Katic slid left and feigned, then right, then back left; dancing with Spiranac before the blonde roped an ambitious left toward the actress’ temple. Rolling a shoulder, Katic artfully ducked the blonde’s barb; winding through and stuffing a sidewinding right into Paige’s vulnerable gut. Spiranac throatily mewled as her tummy was sliced open, rolls forming on her side as she crunched at the waist and wobbled into the ropes.

The blonde’s heaving rack sloshed as she craned forward; wailing as Katic postured and swept a bladed left-right across her overflowing tits. The strained cups of her micro bikini narrowly held on as Paige lumbered into the corner, folding over as Stana nipped at her heels and spiked a pair of overhands off the side of her skull. The blonde’s gum-shield dribbled to the canvas as the trailing left kissed her lips; wobbling against the post before a blinding right uppercut swept through the abyss and stamped her eye-socket from the other side, liquifying the blonde and puddling her at Katic’s feet.

1… 2… 3… Paige groggily slid flat to her belly, her slender sternum rising with sporadic pants as her heavy rack inflated below. Her noodly stems pedaled against the base of the ropes for traction, arms clawing at the canvas as her face remained buried against the mat in shock.

4… 5… The blonde inched her way to the bottom rope and clamped on before the pulsing in her temple stopped her advances; dropping the ropes to cradle her brain-case with both arms and try to stop the ringing in her head.

6… 7… 8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”