Molly Quinn

Age: 26

Height: 5'5

Weight: 120 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Texarkana, Texas

Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Molly Quinn (54%) defeats Lindsay Lohan (46%)

Losses: Stana Katic (53%) defeats Molly Quinn (47%)

Rivals: Stana Katic (0 - 1)

Stana Katic (53%) defeats Molly Quinn (47%)

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Katic/Quinn (54%) defeats Bowden/Keibler (46%)

Losses: Munn/Underwood (57%) defeats Katic/Quinn (43%)

Stana Katic vs. Molly Quinn

"Having played second fiddle to Katic for years on the set of Castle, living in the brunette's shadow constantly, it was finally Molly Quinn's chance for humiliation and revenge. Revenge is best served cold, but Molly couldn't subdue her youthful enthusiasm, surging early, fueled by white hot rage as she tossed the older Katic around the ring until she was a scattered, vulnerable, dishevelled mess. Quinn had ammassed plenty of damage as well, however, perhaps even more than her slowing opponent. The age difference was on the redhead's side, but experience and guile favored the brunette.

Stana sheilded her naked bosom as Molly extended beyond her reach in an attempt to finish the wounded, retreating brunette. Backing her slender spine against the ropes, Molly ripped and tugged at Stana's wrists, attempting to unravel her armbra and give the raucous crowd a peek at her perky tits, her golden-brown nipples stiffening, peeking through cracks in her cupping digits. Katic twisted and hoarsely squealed in protest, but she had grander plans than simply humiliation. With a furious yelp, the brunette slung her knee between Molly's split thighs, a fleshy *THUMP* preceding a pittiful wail from the frozen redhead. Molly's knees buckled and her fruitless attack fell to pieces, trembling as she awkwardly retreated a step and a half.

Katic straightened her statuesque frame and proudly puffed out her bare chest, beads of sweat trickling through her glistening cleavage, towering over the hunched Quinn and wagging her finger to the crowd as if no say; "No, no, no, this ain't no changing of the guard".

With two clumps of hair balled around her clenched fists, Katic thrust Molly's skull between her slender thighs, tucking her over at the waist. A resigned mewl trickled from between Katic's thighs as Stana clasped the waistband of Molly's bottoms and flossed the biting material between her bubbly, pale ass cheeks. Snaking her devilish digits around Molly's panting midsection, Stana athletically hoisted and twirled the redhead upside down before delivering a spine-tingling Tombstone Piledriver. A throaty gurgle seeped from Molly's lips as her skull was detonated against the mat, her body lifelessly spasming as she slumped face-down, arms and legs extended. Katic rolled the convulsing redhead to her backside with a heavy shove to her shoulder, unclasping Quinn's bra and allowing her B-cups to slosh free. The victorious brunette lightly pattered Molly's cheeks as her bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull, vacantly staring up at the rafters as Stana sensually arched over the sputtering redhead and scored a convincing 3-count leg-hook pin".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Molly Quinn

"Molly Quinn tried her best suppress her nervous jitters. After all, Molly knew if she were to show any fear, her opponent would easily pick up on it. Not because she was showcasing any flagrant signs of worry. She didn't stutter her words, she didn't twitch, she stood tall and walked with a purpose. But if Quinn was the least bit trepidatious, her opponent, Stana Katic, would pick up on it. Stana Katic knew Molly well. They both co-starred on the hit show, Castle. They knew each other's strengths, tendencies, and weaknesses.

Stana and Molly stood across the ring, sizing each other up. The two beauties stared deep into each other's eyes. Neither woman showed even a hint of fear.... that is until the bell sounded. Once the time keeper rang the bell, Molly, for a split second, broke eye contact. Katic's lips curled in a smirk as she confidently strode forward. Katic knew that deep down, Molly was vehemently frightened, as she should be.

The match was a one-sided slaughter. Stana meticulously broke down Molly, both physically and mentally, until the young woman was nothing more than a sobbing, writhing puddle on the mat. The shredded remnants of Molly's one-piece bikini were scattered across the ring, accompanied by strands of stray, fiery red hair. Quinn, no longer attempting to cover her nude body, hoisted herself to her hands and knees. Her arms trembled as she tried to support her own weight. In an effort to block out the savage audiences cheering and her opponent's cackling taunts, Molly kept her head low, allowing her red hair to cover her sobbing, flushed face. She focused her eyes to the mat, matching her tears splatter to the canvas.

To Molly's dismay, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't block anything out. The audience was too loud, Stana's glee was too palpable and the bright overhead spotlights were too hot! Molly wasn't use to the overhead lighting rig. The heat from the lamps were practically burning her alabaster skin and causing her to sweat. Molly just wanted for the match to end and, almost graciously, Katic granted her that desire. Stana climbed to the top rope and leapt off. While in mid-air, Stana extended her long legs out as she dropped down toward her prey. Katic landed on the back of Molly's neck with a jarring leg drop, driving the redhead face-first into the canvas!

Stana rolled the twitching young lady over, hooked one of her pale legs and leaned back. The audience whistled in approval at the sight of Molly's smooth snatch glistening under the arena lights. Stana received a three count, finally ending the one-sided affair".

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"One!... Two!!..... Th--" *THWACK*

"GGGGGUUUHHHHGGGGLLL" Katic throatily blubbered; her lithe, gangly frame awkwardly flopping and skidding to an unceremonious stop on her plump backside some three feet away from the pile-up. The twisted brunette coughed and sputtered up a mouthful of blood across her now-naked chest; the fleshy, crunching impact having slung her bronzed B-cups free of the tattered micro bikini top she had dawned with stunning modesty the entire fight thus far. Stana's vacant hazel bulbs fluttered and blinked as she peered absentmindedly up at the rafters nearly motionless, arms and legs splayed to all four corners of the ring as her perked chest jiggled with soft pitches, drifting in and out of lucidity.

Mere milliseconds away from snatching an impressively unaided victory, without her partner Molly Quinn even tagging into the fight, Stana Katic had been brutally run up on and soccer-kicked square in the jaw by the prowling Stacy Keibler from outside the ropes. Knowing she'd just blatantly interfered to save her lifeless partner Katrina Bowden from a sure loss, the jittery blonde shot an extended glance toward Molly Quinn on the opposite ropes, expecting the redhead to be bounding toward her hellbent on revenge for the cheap shot that broke up Katic's pin. Instead, Quinn simply shrugged her shoulders and turned her cheek from the foul, pantomiming a disinterested yawn as her partner and fierce rival was dislodged from her perch atop Bowden and left crippled by the running boot.

Feeling empowered by the free pass handed out by Molly, Stacy turned her attention back to the wounded Katic, sensually straddling the gurgling brunette's naked, heaving sternum before ripping her upright by her silky, braided locks. Stana mewled as her thighs clumsily jostled and buckled together, every muscle in her slender stems pleading to give out rather than stiffen as Keibler balanced her on her heels. With one hand wrenching the brunette's flossy bottoms high up her backside, splitting her plump cheeks to the point it elicited a hoarse squeal, and the other roughly clasping the shoulder strap of Katic's displaced top, Keibler effortlessly slung the brunette's dead weight into the near corner. Managing to turn at the last possible second to shield her naked chest from the pancaking impact, a sloppy dribble of blood sloshed from Katic's lips as her once-statuesque frame wilted against the ropes, her painted eyelashes fluttering as she sputtered helplessly for oxygen, her knees clacking before giving out altogether, sprawled from rope-to-rope across the corner post.

Stana's digits trembled as they clumsily fumbled with her own twisted top, attempting with little success to prudishly tuck her exposed tits back into their cups.

"Huh-uh!" Stacy scolded from across the ring, skipping forward and slapping Stana's palms away. With the disheveled brunette lacking the motor skills to fight back, Keibler gleefully spent the next few minutes stripping Stana completely naked and splaying the whimpering actress across the ropes for an invasive, exposing view of her sex. Removing her string top and bottoms with ease, Stacy managed to lift, split and fasten each of Stana's slender thighs to opposite sides of the turnbuckle, tethering Katic's spread lower half to the middle ropes with her own clothes. The muscles in Stana's inner thighs strained and flexed as she attempted to bow her legs back together, hoarsely wailing as the splitting pressure on her stems mounted. One hand feebly slung over the top rope to alleviate some of her body weight as the other palm slithered down to cup her mound, whimpering as she attempted to shield the sweat-drenched bush of pubic hair shaven above her cunt. Briefly dropping to her knees between Stana's arching thighs, Stacy softly cooed as she gently brushed her tongue over Katic's quivering kitty, devouring the brunette's plump, spread lips until the actress' sagging frame stiffened with wild convulsions, her mouth falling agape as a stream of drool dribbled from her bottom row of pearly white teeth. Pulling back from her sloppy feast, Keibler planted a kiss on Stana's crotch, leaving a bright red set of lips just beside Katic's pink slit before vaulting up the ropes and straddling the spasming brunette.

With a wave to the roaring crowd, Stacy turned her backside to the reeling brunette and balanced herself on the bottom rope with her never-ending stems straddling Katic. Reaching back with both hands and wrenching the waistband of her own thong bottoms high up her sashaying hips, Stacy sensually parted her cheeks and wedgied the biting spandex material of her own bottoms, leaving no trace of the cherry red string band as it disappeared up her ass. As a shower of catcalls rained down on the two fighters, Stacy leaned back and allowed gravity to do the work as she took a triumphant seat atop Katic's face. The brunette suddenly sprung to life as her arms slung over Stacy's thighs, meekly pattering against the blonde's muscled stems as Stacy grate her hips to ensure Katic's features nuzzled deep into her pillowy derrière. Katic's bound frame twisted and spasmed as her feet pedaled and kicked, her painted toes curling as her hips desperately bucked, her abdomen flexing and puffing for oxygen before finally sulking into a curled ball of folds of flesh. Katic's teardropping tits continued to pitch and convulse as her arms slid off Keibler's thighs, no longer protesting as they instead dangled toward the canvas below.

"Come get your cover shot, you baboon!" Stacy furiously shouted to a camera operator just outside the ring, turning her attention away from the action in front of her, imploring the staff to come into the ring and get a tight shot of her new signature line of lipstick painted across Stana's plump kitty lips. Instead the cameraman simply rotated the angle of his shot, taking the lens off Stacy for the first time and instead directing it over her shoulder toward the center of the ring. Sensing danger a half-second too late, Stacy wheeled just in time to see Molly Quinn dash off the ropes and crow-hop forward, scooping up two handfuls of Stacy's dangling blonde locks and using her newly acquired reins to whip Stacy off the turnbuckle post. Doing half a revolution in mid-air, Stacy's lanky frame slung viciously against the canvas skull-first as Quinn deposited the preening blonde into the mat with a paralyzing Hair Mare. Stacy throatily gurgled as her towering frame skid as though she'd been ejected from a vehicle, rolling to a stop face down in the opposite corner.

Quinn scoffed as she checked the pulse of her twitching partner, leaving Katic lifelessly dangling from the corner ropes before skipping over to the downed pair of blondes. With Bowden just beginning to stir next to an unconscious Keibler, Molly made sure to scooch the waking actress underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring altogether to ensure she couldn't interfere. With a beaming smile that seemed to indicate Quinn got just about everything she could've hoped for to transpire, the unbothered redhead curled Stacy up for a victorious 3-count, earning the glory for herself rather than her rival Katic. Letting Keibler and her upturned ass unfold from the pin, Stacy's heavy gams plopped lifelessly to the mat as Molly stood to soak in her picture perfect win. Rolling the pitching blonde to her side, Quinn shimmied the bottoms of Keibler's wedgied thong until they slid over her hips, stripping Stacy naked from the waist down and revealing her tantalizing, bronzed peach.

"Don't worry, this isn't about you..." Molly sternly hissed to the unresponsive blonde before sauntering back to the hanging Katic.

"Thought you could use a souvenir from our first win, bestie!" Quinn cackled as she sidled up to Katic's hip, balling Stacy's panties in her palm and stuffing them down Stana's throat until her sternum swelled and bulged. The brunette gurgled and sputtered as Molly inspected her flushed, sweat-soaked features with an ear-to-ear smile, twisting her digits around a matted clump of Stana's silky locks and lifting her lifeless skull off the turnbuckle where it was still stapled from Stacy's ass smother. Throwing up a peace sign along with an arrogant grin, Molly threw her arm over Stana's shoulders and posed for the throngs of cameras, propping up her naked, spread eagle partner as Katic's fleshy corpse continued to spasm and convulse still split and tied to the corner."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"Stacy Keibler's pink, glossy lips stretched wide, curling upwards into a toothy, devious grin as she swung her right leg over the middle rope and stuck her coveted derrière up in the air. The hem of her skimpy cheerleading red and white skirt rising up causing her sun-kissed, thong clad ass cheeks to play a game of peekaboo with the crowd. Stacy eyed the nude, battered, comatose body of Stana Katic and cackled with wicked delight. Katrina and Stacy were clad in seductively skimpy cheerleading outfits. The leggy blondes were hoping their patriotic color schemes, Katrina in blue and white and Stacy in Red and White, would help portray them in a positive light. They believed if they appeared like a blonde haired, blue-eyed, patriotic, girl-next-door type of women they would be more likely to get away with cheating. And, in essence, it appeared to be working! Stacy and Katrina had spent the entirety of the match ensuring Stana didn't budge from their side of the ring.

Poor Stana was the first to face off in the ring and, as soon as the bell rang, Katrina whipped Stana into the corner closest to Stacy and, for the next 10 minutes, took turns punishing Katic with a torrent of chokes and illegal strikes. The wicked blonde's tagged in and out, allowing each other to recuperate and preventing Stana from recieving time to recover. After Katrina obliterated Stana with a vicious swinging neckbreaker, leaving the exhausted former Champion staring at the lights, her nude body stretched out. All Katrina had to do was secure the pin and gain the victory for her team. But as she approached her opponent, Katrina heard Stacy call out, "Hey, I wanna make the pin!" Katrina quizzically looked over her shoulder at Keibler, "It doesn't really matter who pins her, does it? Ya know, as long as we win..." Bowden trails off as Stacy speaks up, "Pleaseeeeeeeee...." Stacy begs, enthusiastically stretching her arm out. "Okay," Bowden shrugs, "if it matters that much to you." The crow barks out venomous jeers at Stacy, irate that the wicked blonde's underhanded tactics was about to lead them to victory.

Stacy gave her hips a seductive shake, teasing the crowd as she slowly lowered herself down onto all fours and hooked Stana's left leg, lifting it skyward and lazily leaned back, baring Katic's crotch. It appeared that Stana's dismal streak of humiliating losses were going to continue. Stacy used her free hand to count along as the referee slapped the canvas. But, when Stacy held up her third finger, there was no accompanying slap of the mat. Stana had kicked out just in the nick of time and Stacy, along with everyone in attendance, couldn't believe it! Stacy dropped her jaw and twisted her neck and gaped at the referee in astonishment. "WHAT?!" Keibler screeches, "That was a 3 count!" Stacy argues, rising to her feet and confronting the referee. While Stacy argued with the referee while a groggy Stana Katic struggled to her hands and knees and began crawling toward her corner of the ring. Katic strained every fiber to reach her corner until, finally, Stana tagged in an energetic, fired up Molly Quinn. Despite Katrina's cries for Keibler to pay attention, the leggy Keibler, still arguing with the ref, didn't notice Quinn sprinting across the ring and send Katrina crashing to the ground below with a well-placed forearm to the chin. Keibler fell victim shortly after to a ring-shaking spear. A gust of wind burst from Stacy's mouth as Molly's shoulder drove into the leggy blonde's abdomen, completely bisecting her. Molly proceeded to release all of her built up frustration on Keibler, slamming her face into the canvas and shredding off her cheerleader top, leaving Keibler's top half clad in a black bra.

Katrina began rising up just as Molly delivered a stomp to Stacy's breasts. Seeing Katrina standing so close to the ring apron, Molly knew she had to deal with her, otherwise Bowden would break the pin fall. Moving as quickly as a cheetah, Quinn raced to the side of the ring closest to Katrina, dropped down and baseball slid underneath the bottom rope and, in a seamless transition, wrapped her thighs around Bowden's neck and flipped her upside down with a hurricanranna. Katrina was out like a light, her limbs splayed out on the thinly-padded concrete. With Bowden dealt with. Molly climbed back onto the apron, leapt onto the top rope and jumped off, landing straight onto Stacy's chest for a breathtaking springboard elbowdrop! The point of Quinns elbow drilled into Stacy's breasts, crushing her tits painfully against her chest. The blow melted the wicked blonde into the canvas.

Molly, not wasting any time and wanting to finally experience her first victory, layed sideways over her blonde foe, hooked one of Keibler's famous mile-long legs and raised it toward the rafters before pinning Stacy's arm down to the canvas and applying all of her weight on Stacy, just incase she were to awaken from her slumber. Stacy didn't even twitch her fingers as the 3 count rang out. Molly jumped up and down, squealing in delight. That is until she saw the stripped nude, bruised body of her tag team partner. Even the though the two had a rocky history, she still couldn't leave her partner laying naked on the canvas. To remedy the situation, Molly stripped Keibler of every article of clothing until she was completely nude. Molly used Stacy's clothes to dress Stana and helped the former champ to her feet. The two ladies made it a point to step on Stacy's exposed crotch and breasts as they left the ring. Stacy, for the second fight in a row, was stripped nude, laying on the canvas."

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Olivia Munn/Sara Jean Underwood

"In what had turned into a savage, impromptu Tables & Chairs match, the roof of the arena nearly blew off as Sara Jean Underwood slid a folded steel chair out from beneath the apron and rolled back beneath the ropes. A woozy Molly Quinn struggled to hands and knees before a sickening *THWACK* erupted, her spine flattened as Underwood clubbed her over the shoulder-blades with the steel sledgehammer. Quinn's unconscious frame trampolined off the canvas before she slid to a spasming stop, her naked tits mushrooming out from beneath her sternum as her chest rattled with labored breaths, sprawled flat against the canvas.

Outside the ring to the far corner, a topless Olivia Munn throatily gurgled as her dangling tits were flattened against the apron, helplessly gurgling as her long, painted lashes began to flutter into the back of her skull. Having armed herself with her own tattered, discarded panties, Stana Katic grit her pearly white teeth as she draped her gangly frame over Munn's and pinned the raven-haired actress to the belly-height wall; garroting Olivia with her biting, lace thong. Olivia's nails dug into her own reddening throat, prying at the asphyxiating material as the veins in her neck crackled and bulged. Just as she was about to patter her palm against Stana's thigh and submit, she was miraculously released as another fleshy *THWACK* echoed over the stunned "ooh's".

Katic's hazel bulbs rolled in their sockets as her lanky, naked frame stiffened, her head snapping left before lulling back into place, nearly out on her heels as Sara pranced across the ring and lunged through the ropes with a single leg; heel-kicking Stana square in the jaw. The crippled brunette drifted a handful of steps backwards before careening drunkenly into the ringside announcer's table, the small of her back folding slightly over the edge as she awkwardly steadied herself against it with both palms extending blindly behind her. A mouthful of drool dribbled from her bottom lip as she throatily whimpered, her bare bosom jiggling and shimmying with spasms as she attempted to focus her fuzzy vision on an approaching Munn.

"HHHNNNGGGGGGOOOHH" Katic hoarsely mewled as Olivia ripped a backhanded chop against her naked sternum, lawn-chairing the brunette and sprawling her upper half across the steel table. Stana's slender, statuesque frame curled clumsily around Munn's as Olivia scooped up the crooks of her parted thighs and lifted Katic atop her shoulders; balancing the squirming brunette in Powerbomb position.

As Olivia impressively displayed and paraded her blubbering stablemate, Underwood shimmied through the ropes just at Munn's side, only some five feet higher as she stood atop the apron. With a harmonious yell, Sara launched herself off the apron, palming Stana's naked, teardropping tits with both hands and using gravity to sling the brunette's sternum into the table with unfathomable devastation while Munn simultaneously detonated her Powerbomb. Stana's gawky frame buckled as the table below her splintered in half, floundering in the carnage before all four limbs flung spread eagle. The brunette's mangled torso pitched and heaved with convulsions as her panting tummy flexed and spasmed; her bushy mound invitingly parted into the splits as her gangly stems fell apart. With Katic awkwardly sprawled across the shattered announcers table and Quinn motionless in the ring, Olivia and Sara sifted through the wreckage of the shattered table at their feet to plant a heel each against Stana's rib cage, flexing victoriously as the mutilated brunette continued to convulse."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Molly Quinn vs. Lindsay Lohan
"Formerly on the cusp on challenging for the Flyweight belt, Lindsay Lohan was looking to put her disappointing streak behind her with a get-right match against the inexperienced Molly Quinn. More adept in the Tag scene, Quinn only had one singles fight to her name, a loss against her Tag-Team partner, Stana Katic. Much to the surprise of many, it was the younger Quinn who managed to find her footing and dominate, turning the once-vicious heel into a whimpering puddle. Spoon-fed some of her own intimidating, fiery energy, Lohan melted when the going got tough, finally delivered a brutal Pumphandle Slam that extinguished Lindsay's flame."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins