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28 July 2023 Harumi Nemoto vs Lucy Pinder

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OFFICIAL FCBA "INDEPENDENCE DAY" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 July 2023 at 10:19 pm

Harumi Nemoto vs Lucy Pinder

(Words: Epic / Results: Lookout!)

Twenty years ago we were peers in the trade, but that was long ago, and we were ever more rivals than partners; she had her realm in the West and I in the East, and that could only end in blood; for heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fire as that of woman scorned. In the ring there remained naught of the respect we had of old; only disdain and hatred existed for only one could triumph.

And what better triumph is there than that in a Best of Seven?

This is the first of seven, and she has already given me more trouble than I care to admit. The first round was mine, but in the third she had taken me down for four, and the second also went to her. I have not knocked her down yet, and it is already the fifth. The bell rings for us to rise.

My face is hot with anger and exertion, yet my skin is cool; for Lucy and I had each strove to outdo the other in sexiness, and worn as little as we could to that end. Her white bikini is sheer and tight about her hips, and her breasts are spilling out of the top, threatening to break free with every move of hers. Mine is the same, only navy green instead of white. Going into round five we are mostly equal: big-breasted, beautiful, and battered.

Battered by the fifth round. That, and a low punch that slips under my guard, remind me of just how old I am getting. My ribs creak under the strain as her fist digs into my flesh. If buildings were sentient, maybe this was what they felt like after Fukushima. Fortunately it is not lower, for else I would be gagging on the punch, doubled over, heaving as spit dribbles from my mouth; I counter with my own uppercut, aimed at her chin, and it connects, knocking Pinder back. Lucy is stubborn, though, and comes right back at me like a maddened hound, swinging wildly. It’s all I can do to keep her at bay. She goes high with an overhead, then low again, though I do not know how, and bores a hole in my solar plexus. I fold like an origami crane, and a red flash materializes in my momentarily blurred vision to apply the finishing touches.

My head snaps back as far as my neck will allow it, and I am surprised by how easily it moves, and how much it hurts. Involuntarily I fall back, arms flailing, off balance, expecting to hit the mat, but I fall into the ropes instead; and my arms instinctively grab at them, steadying my bouncing form. With enough training I could stave off decline, and maybe even climb to a title, but Time will always get the last laugh. Age makes ruins of us all; what a terrible truth it is, and how cruel.

But as I stood I could still put a dent in Lucy, both figuratively in her record and literally. I am Harumi Nemoto, a fighter still, former JMD pride of Front Street Japan and current face of the Revolution, conqueror of British glamour models the world over and in Japan in particular. With the forward momentum vested in me by the ropes I make my shot, throwing everything I have at the British woman. She slams a jab into my nose, robbing me of my vision, but I don’t care. I knock her arm aside and swing wide, in a hook that goes around the world and back. I feel her head wobble on its pedestal as my fist crashes into it, and the ripples the hit creates flood back into my arm, shivering it. Even without seeing it, I know she will go down, but the vision that returns to me after my head clears defies what I thought I knew.

She’s more than down. She’s out. She’s out cold, the heaving of her honkers the only sign she’s alive at all. Sprawled on the mat, limbs askew in a 大 shape, she makes for a sorry sight, and I drink it in, basking in the light and glory of the white ring lights, as only a conqueror could over her vanquished foe.

Winner via KO5: Harumi Nemoto!

But this is only the first of seven. Three more times I would have to make that of her. Three more times I would have to endure more punishment. Three more times I would have to defeat her.