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14 May 2024 Stana Katic vs Chloe Khan

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CWF MINI EVENT

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 14 May 2024 at 2:23 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (47-9-0, 47 KO)
5'9, 46 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Former FCBA Lightweight Title Holder
Former Jaguar Title Holder (6 Defenses)

vs.

Chloe Khan (6-6-0, 6 KO)
5’8, 32 years old
Knockout Artist Productions

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 57th 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!!”

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 eye shadow and 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.

Khan made her attention-seeking entrance next; taking triple the time it took Katic to make her way down the ramp. Parting throngs of fans and paying attention to every single one, the bubbly Brit finally slid through the ropes and into the ring. Khan wouldn’t be out-skimped by Stana’s attire; dropping her satin robe to reveal a bubblegum pink, lace bra and matching string thong. Her long, free-flowing locks offered a hint of cover before she twisted them up in a pony tail; her lean, yet impossibly curvy frame arching as she bowed against the ropes to pose and preen.

“Who wants to see this b*tch drown beneath my tits?!” Khan crudely barked, palming the underside of her massive orbs and jiggling her overflowing I-cups for the front few rows.

Chloe had tried to swindle CWF management into upgrading this bout to JMDD in the lead-up, but McElhone wouldn’t have it; doing her best to keep the bout from turning into a circus with their Stable-captain involved. Though the contest was scheduled prior to Khan signing with the Knockout Artists, Chloe’s nasty party girl attitude had only flourished at their behest; running her mouth incessantly in the pre-fight detailing the despicable ways she planned to degrade Katic. Rachel Barnes had recently felt the well-endowed brunette’s wrath, but not only was Katic refusing to engage in the Brit’s shenanigans, she was a different class of fighter altogether.

Round 1/2:
Despite being worlds apart as personalities and fighters, Katic and Khan had a handful of fascinating common opponents. The pair shared wins over Bennatia and Modugno, while both falling to newly-signed CWF Welterweight, Bethany Lily April. Khan was a relative greenhorn, but the buxom minx was oozing with nastiness; which immediately manifested itself into some savage boxing.

Technique was an afterthought as Khan buried Katic’s attempt at a glove tap and recklessly vaulted body-to-body into the lithe Canadian; tearing into her ribs with a bladed left, spiking her rack with an overhand right, lifting a chugging one-two-three into her navel. Katic was on her heels just thirty seconds in as Khan shelled her forearms; one, two, three… six, seven, eight hammering jabs and crosses rattling bone before a left hand slithered through and SNAPPED against Katic’s lips. Stana pinwheeled and crashed into the corner, her legs sliding out from under her as Khan waded in and SLICED a left across her cheek; then an uppercut that slid beneath the curve of her ribs, then a brutal machine-gun of stumpy hooks that flattened her tits to her sternum. Katic blubbered as a mouthful of drool sloshed to the mat; her knees buckling as she leaned against the post, thighs sprawled into a revealing half-split. Khan dove into the disheveled Canadian’s lap, cupping the back of her neck in a suffocating clinch before slithering a palm down her clavicles and hooking the bandeau top belted around her sternum. With a wicked cackle, Chloe used the skin-tight material to SLING Katic out of the corner and across the ring; whipping the graceless brunette to the mat with a catty bra-mare. Katic’s micro top didn’t have near enough structural integrity to hold up; shredding in Khan’s palm as she was awkwardly twisted to the canvas completely topless. Katic skid to a sprawled stop on her hip with both arms wrapped around her bare chest; shrieking as the official dove between the pair and reprimanded Khan.

“No knockdown, no knockdown! That was a trip!”

Giving Katic time to rise and compose herself, albeit without a spare top in the bag, Khan foolishly cost herself a chance at a much bigger round. The Brit managed to ride the waves of her momentum into the second, but Katic slowly started to embrace being dragged into the mud. Her upper half still bare, but with some makeshift black ‘X’ pasties, Katic started to stem the tides in the last half minute of the second; battling back with a blinding flurry that caught the preening brunette square with a tap-tap-BANG on the chin. Khan makes an EMPHATIC statement with 10-8 and 10-9 rounds, but she might’ve woken a dormant side of Katic in the process.

Round 3/4:
Katic continued to stoop lower and lower as the third wore on; answering Khan’s incessant cattiness with a brutal JMDD-esque jug mugging against the ropes in the last minute. The brunette’s enormous, enhanced bust was flattened as Katic zippered a handful of lefts and rights up her torso; the last staking her heart and sending the Brit drunkenly winding into her own corner as time expired.

With Khan freshly incensed, the Brit exploded out of her corner for the fourth; walking a retreating Katic down with erratic overhands but quickly flailing out of control. Katic ducked a left, slipped a right, pawed away another; balletically parrying one last snare before lancing an underhanded spear into Khan’s gut. The expressionless model gagged as she lawn-chaired forward at the waist; finally wincing as the reverberations shook her spasming upper half and she slunk away to lick her wounds. Katic alertly paced after, pawing and toying with a trio of chasing jabs that swatted at the brunette’s temple from the side. Khan’s shoulder finally hit the ropes and sprung her back toward her pursuer; trampolining into a BLINDING left-left-right that crushed her jaw from both sides. Khan’s thighs shook as she nearly took a knee; diving forward to hug Katic around the waist and spin off toward the middle of the ring. Stana awkwardly danced for space in their gangly embrace; lifting a set of uppercuts into Chloe’s ribs and eliciting a wounded shriek with each. Finally the clock stalled out for Khan, limping back to her corner with her lead having evaporated in two short bursts. 10-9, then 10-8 Katic and we’re all tied up.

Round 5/6:
After another commanding round from the former Lightweight Champion in the fifth, a side of Katic seldom seen was starting to creep out. With her reins firmly hitched to Khan’s bridle and the Brit visibly bedraggled, Katic seemed to be playing with her food. Khan had seen the spunk pounded out of her in the fifth; spending the duration hanging from the ropes as Stana teed off on any chunk of flesh she so pleased. In the first minute of the sixth, it looked like more of the same was due.

Khan drunkenly floundered around the outskirts as Katic beckoned her forward; the Brit’s lace bra barely clinging to her bust as a shoulder-strap hung down around her elbow. Stana swung a left that came up just short of Khan’s button, then a right that deflected off her shoulder; Chloe using the latter to stumble forward and throw herself around the Canadian’s waist. Stana backpedaled a half step and stretched to her tippy toes as Khan fidgeted around in her blind spot; the Canadian readying a high-stretched overhand before Chloe began to yank on the waistband of her string thong, wedging the material high up the folds of her cheeks. Stana barked in protest to the official, taking her eyes off Khan just as the Brit craned sideways and GASHED a deep blade beneath the delicate curve of her rib cage. Katic’s statuesque, outstretched frame froze as Chloe’s right sunk into her abdomen; whimpering with deep, spastic pants as Khan broke off and HAMMERED another merciless right into her ribs. Katic’s side echoed with a bony CRUNCH as her midsection caved in; gasping for breath as she teetered sideways and spilled into the ropes.

Stana swiveled through a defensive one-two; Khan instinctively ducking and rising into a barbaric uppercut that SNAPPED against the underside of Stana’s jaw. Katic’s abdomen spasmed as every muscle in her midsection flexed; throatily mewling as her skull whipped straight back and she was sprawled over the top rope. The Canadian’s bare chest shimmied as she rolled along the ropes and into the corner; wincing as her mascara-smeared lashes fluttered trying to see straight. Khan drummed a heart-pounding left-right-left into the center of her rack, still scantly covered by a pair of black ‘X’ pasties as she sagged into the corner and buried her head behind her hands. Khan was still in a bad way but pressured off the back of her magic, ripping sideways hooks into the brunette’s spasming navel for the last thirty seconds until they both ran out of gas. Khan pulls a rabbit out of a hat and leaps right back into this fight; leveling the score heading into the seventh after an 8-10, 10-8 trade.

Round 7:
With both fighters having taken and given away a strangle-hold on the bout, it was now a battle of Katic’s pedigree versus Khan’s nastiness and youth. Katic’s one decided advantage; Chloe hadn’t yet experienced going nine rounds with someone like Taylor Swift, or ten with Yvonne Strahovski. Katic was hunched and grimacing, but dogged; sliding around a slow-motion opening salvo from Khan and tearing a venomous left hook through her side. Khan buckled but kept her foot on the pedal at the direction of her corner; wheeling through a pinwheel combination that Katic deftly ducked through.

Another slithery right hook extended from the shadows and PIERCED Khan’s top-heavy frame, sinking into her sideboob and stopping her dead in her tracks. Chloe’s feet were caught in mud as Katic suddenly swarmed; lifting a screwdriver-hook into the underside of her bust, then chugging a VICIOUS one-two into her jaw. Khan’s shrill wail was abruptly silenced as Katic balletically slid sideways and STAMPED a straight right overhand into her lips; the Brit’s bulbs rolling into the back of their sockets as her frame went rigid and tipped straight back, EXPLODING spread-eagle on her back with a heavy thud.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Khan gurgled as her mascara-painted lashes flickered toward the rafters, her enormous chest swelling with sharp spasms as she tried to fill her heavy lungs. The Brit’s arms seemed as though they were weighted with concrete as her lower stems slid into the splits and plopped to the mat; her gloved hands weakly pattering against the canvas as she was unable to lift them so much as an inch.

6… 7… 8… Remembering Khan’s pre-fight and opening round antics, Katic stoically straddled Chloe’s hips and looked down at the motionless model; finally craning at the waist and leaning down to undo the frontal clasp of her lace top. Khan’s chest shook as Stana ripped the push-up bra from her shoulders; flinging the bunched material into the crowd as the count crescendoed.

9… 10!! SHE’S DONE!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, STANNNAAAAA KAAAATTIC!!!!”