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31 May 2024 Harumi Nemoto vs Lucy Pinder

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 31 May 2024 at 11:16 pm

Harumi Nemoto vs Lucy Pinder (III)

(Words: Revolution / Results: Lookout!)

R1: 1-1 in this series and 2-2 in the entire history, Pinder almost floored Harumi with her eagerness to prove her superiority over the Japanese fighter, the two having entered the modeling business at almost the same time and cutting the world in two in their fame, Harumi in Asia and Pinder in Europe. Beating Harumi’s face in with an overhand opener over her guard, she forced the Japanese girl into a backward stumble with another blow aimed straight for the tape over her tits, blasting them straight into her ribs. Two countering hooks clipped Pinder in the chin, not letting her take full control, but what she had was enough. With Harumi on the ropes, she took her pleasure over the Asian’s body, drilling into her abs with impunity. By the end of the round, Harumi is barely managing to hang on, slumped against the ropes, dry heaving and clutching at her belly, unsteady on her feet and seemingly quite ready to go French (read: surrender), a historic first for the model.

R2: Turtle shelling Pinder with a surprising burst of energy, Harumi willingly gives space after spearing Pinder in the chin to knock her back, for Lucy did not have enough range or speed to sidle up fast enough to keep shelling out the same DPS as she did when an opponent stood her ground. With the occasional to the tits and a turtling technique, Nemoto takes the second round by a thin margin.

R3: Round three opened with more of the second, but Pinder broke into a run a short while in and shoved Harumi into the ropes with all the force she could muster. With her opponent off balance and fazed by the sudden unorthodoxy, she unleashes the power that took the first round by storm once again, and bashed Harumi’s guts in, folding her at the waist, never quite achieving a knockdown but getting as good as she would get without one. Red and weak and sweating at the end of the round, Harumi stumbled back to her corner to find only worry and consignment.

R4: But red and weak and sweating was not spent, and the world seemed to have forgotten that. Too caught up in the moment, probably, and Lucy’s opponent made her pay on the world stage. She speared Pinder in the guts with two match-ending uppercuts, and the audience saw Nemoto unleashed, saw it lift her off the mat, felt secondhand pain from the meaty impact as the badger’s fist drove the breath and a strangled groan from her throat, and heard the tell-tale splatter of bloody spit on the once-white mat and knew that it had basically impaled her through the stomach.

Pinder was not signed by CWF for nothing, though. The skewered brunette grimaced and swung right back, still standing after Harumi’s metaphorical ultimate, twisting through a punch of her own that caught her Japanese rival across the face, if only barely. It clipped her cheek but did little to stop her overall momentum. She was in full tilt forward, skittering forward and pivoting on her feet with a sharp squeak, driving another straight into Pinder just below the ribs to push another pained exhale from her lungs, whose back foot dragged as she slid into a retreat, matched in speed by Nemoto who closed in and forced her into a clinch.

It was a while before they broke apart. Neither seemed eager to go back at it, judging by the way they hung apart from each other. All those present fell silent in heightening anticipation. No drum was heard, nor funeral note, neither word nor whisper save the shuffling of bare feet as she and her opponent circled each other.

Finally the referee broke them apart, and, momentarily, Harumi’s guard sagged low. Just an inch it was, but it was enough. Pinder went high with a right overhand as she dived underneath.

A whirl of wind. A twist of fate. A smack of leather.

Lucy’s eyes bulged as Harumi slammed a brutal uppercut into the bottom of her chin, snapping her head back in an arc of bloody spit and rattling her teeth against her gumshield. Her own attack slipped over a shoulder. Instinct and instinct only kept her on wobbling legs and weak knees as Harumi twisted around with her own overhand and nearly necessitated dentures with a straight right to the teeth. She staggered back, blinking, but still swinging, and the Revolutionary followed, slipping fluidly around a jab meant to hold her at bay, coming around with a wide right hook that exploded on the chin in a spray of blood and spit and sweat. Her eyes flashed briefly with surprise, then pain, then a glassy glaze as she went down, falling backwards onto her back, blood streaming from her nose and mouth.

“ONE!” Her gentle curves of waist and breast heaved and shuddered as she tried to suck in a breath through the wash of blood, powered by battered abs and strained lungs. Pinder never though Nemoto of all was capable of such power after taking so much, but here it was, reality, red and raw and bloody.

“TWO!” She put a hand to her jaw, face still bleeding, and tried to blink away the stunning aftereffects of that final hook.

“THREE!” Her rear was not as famed as her breasts, nor as large, but they jiggled alluringly nonetheless as Pinder struggled to get her legs under herself, her feet slipping on the mat. Slick with droplets of sweat and adorned with some blood and saliva it was; beating Harumi so severely in the previous rounds didn’t seem so worth it now.

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!” The audience was counting with the referee, now, the count waxing into a roiling tide of thunder.

“SIX!” Her feet found some purchase at last, and she groggily pushed herself up with the help of the ropes.

“SEVEN!” Grabbing onto the middle rope, Lucy rose…

“EIGHT!”...and straightened…

“NINE!”...and fell back onto her face with a curse.

Winner: Harumi Nemoto via KO4!

Bo7 Record: 2-1 with Harumi winning.