Fight 1 (Victoria Justice vs. Harumi Nemoto)

Tale of the Tape:

Victoria Justice (21-33-0, 21 KO)
5'5, 30 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Harumi Nemoto (18-12-0, 18 KO)
5'5, 43 years old
Revolution Boxing

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

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 55th appearance in the ring for the FCBA, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Hollywood, Florida native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 110 pounds, VICTORIAAAAAA JUUUUUUUUUSTICE!!”

Outfits:
Despite being the betting favorites in many of the evening’s bouts, there was an air of trepidation in the Celebrity Wrestling Federation locker room. No amount of American venue experience could have prepared the girls for their entrance into Saitama Super Arena; the second largest indoor arena in the world and a heart-stopping spectacle to behold. Unlike their typical home venues, this exquisite dome was filled to capacity with 22,500 ravenous Japanese fans; all of whom were boisterously opposed to the invading CWF. While the lead-up and pre-fight atmosphere had been mostly friendly, things had quickly become incredibly hostile as the countdown to the opening bell ticked down. The vacation was over, it was time to brawl.

Leading off for the Celebrity Wrestling Federation was Victoria Justice. With an even 3-3 record in 2023, Justice was as maddeningly inconsistent as anyone on their roster. Following up one of the biggest wins of her career over Emma Roberts, Justice had let all her momentum slip away with a complete no-show against Madison Beer; a fighter who was somehow thriving AFTER being cut loose from Lookout! Boxing.

Vika’s delicate frame was tightly strung up in a thin-banded tube top that mushroomed her perky B-cups tightly to her swelling sternum; her slender hips bit into by a high-waisted string thong that split her plump, bronzed cheeks and disappeared between their folds. Justice chomped down on a matching pale white gum shield as her braided, pigtailed locks bounced on her shoulders.

Harumi Nemoto had been a very strong fighter for Revolution Boxing since her acquisition; piling up wins despite breezing into her 40’s. While another intriguing bout with fellow Cougar and Jaguar Title holder Stana Katic was in the cards later this evening, for now Justice would have to satiate the busty gravure model. Whipping the already raucous crowd into a frothing frenzy, Nemoto bounded down the ramp with a beaming smile. Her enormous E-cups overwhelmed the tiny, triangular bikini cups meant to contain them as she slid into the ring; twirling across the canvas beneath the shower of adulation before leaning into her corner. Nemoto adjusted the low-rise thong hanging on her hips; a snow white attire matching Justice’s garb.

Round 1:
With Katic set to battle her Stablemates’ leftovers in a brutal Gauntlet Match later on, any work that Victoria Justice could do to wear Nemoto out would hopefully aid her teammate and mentor with her titanic task. On the other hand, an early loss from ANY of the CWF fighters would undoubtedly lay their Captain out to dry.

Lacking urgency in some of her sleepier outings, the added amperage from the arena was a godsend for Justice. Regarded as far too sweet and innocent to play the heel in America, the role turned out to suit her brilliantly in Japan. Serenaded by boos, the Hollywood-native blossomed under the bright lights; getting a healthy jump on the older brunette after a slithery hook to the body took Nemoto’s breath in minute two. The bosomy model sloshed and spun through a fumbling retort, only to have another bitter one-two tear into her ribs just as she raised her elbows to throw. Justice circled with a wry smile; dancing and drilling a straight left into Harumi’s scrunched nose before slicing an ear-high hook toward her temple. Nemoto alertly ducked through and stuffed a meaty uppercut into Vika’s tight midriff to stem the rising tides; backing her off in the last thirty seconds but ultimately conceding the round. Victoria comes out strong, but Nemoto is no pushover. 10-9 Justice.

Round 2:
Justice was rarely going to bully anyone out of the ring physically, but after such an audacious first it was strange to see the actress’ newfound swagger and cheekiness somewhat subside. Even more confounded was her corner. All her venom had mysteriously found its way into Nemoto’s gloves; as the stacked brunette was buoyed by the swelling roar of the crowd and quickly overtook the overwhelmed American. Nemoto walked Vika down with a hellacious right overhand to start the break; crushing her in the cheek and sending her floundering into the ropes with a second screwdriver left. Justice whimpered as she rebounded off the bowing trampoline at the small of her back; gagging as an electric left pierced her upper abdomen through the ribs. Her slender belly flexed taut as she crunched to her side, curling behind her forearms as Nemoto pancaked her into the corner with an awkward, busty embrace; scooping the wilting brunette up by the armpits and lifting her into the corner.

Justice slid her thonged ass down the post as Nemoto pulled out of her incidental cleavage smother; Vika’s mascara-smeared bulbs widening just in time to duck a slicing right hook that whizzed over her head. Justice squirmed left, but was met with a guttural right hook to the navel; slid right, but was met with a clubbing jab to the tits. Victoria’s spine rattled against the post as the bell finally stopped Nemoto’s angling; drooling her mouthpiece into her lap as she sagged to a breathless seat in the corner. Thankfully that corner was her own, and a stool was promptly placed beneath her before she collapsed. Nemoto looks to be riding the wave of her hometown crowd as she stuns Justice, 10-8.

Round 3:
After escaping trouble in the second, Justice put on a defensive clinic in the third all things considered. Jumped and barricaded against the ropes just after the thirty second mark, Victoria’s balletic efforts to remain largely unscathed were nearly as jaw-dropping as the amount of leather Nemoto threw at her. When your offensive output is as pitiful as Justice’s was in round two, you might as well hang your hat on the dodging saber-metrics. Nemoto unleashes hell, but doesn’t take nearly enough out of Vika. 10-9 Nemoto.

Round 4:
Despite being more than a decade Justice’s senior, it was Nemoto that was filled with vitality and urgency for the third consecutive round. Victoria’s dainty buzzing did little more than pester Nemoto as the Cougar pushed right through a trifecta of weightless jabs; lassoing a right hook through Justice’s bony ribs. The mangled actress squealed over the echoing, meaty slap; crunching her taut belly to the side before two chugging lefts to the opposite side of her gut unraveled her. Victoria was in the mud now as Nemoto began to tear through her slender midsection; fully aware from her JMD experience just how damaging stacking body shots could become. Victoria grunt and flexed as her spasming tummy was shred to pieces; finally skidding to her heels and dropping her hands to shield her upper belly when it became clear that Harumi was singularly-focused.

Nemoto planted a groping bear paw against Justice’s thumping heart; winding up as Justice sagged forward and tried to cover her pulsing tummy with both hands. But rather than scooping her leaden uppercut into Justice’s crunching belly, Nemoto instead skipped across the sweat-slicked atmosphere of Justice’s abdomen; SLAMMING her fist into the bottom of Vika’s chin as the brunette ducked into it. Justice gurgled as her skull flung back, her braided mane whipping into the post as she gurgled and slumped against the corner. Harumi readied a left cross to slice across the brunette’s flushed cheek, but Justice had already crumpled into a heap; her slender stems sliding into a full split as she took a graceless seat against the base of the corner post.

1… 2… 3… Victoria drunkenly slouched to her side against the ropes, nearly spilling through them before she planted a palm and tipped back upright. Her toned midriff crunched to keep her from lulling fully to the canvas, whimpering as she fluttered and blinked away the haze.

4… 5… The ring quaked as Nemoto leapt atop the ropes in aloof celebration; only climbing back down when the dizzied brunette began to tug herself up with the aid of the ropes. To a chorus of boos, Justice hauled herself skyward by the 6-count and made herself ready by the 30 second mark of the round. Nemoto chased the rudderless brunette across the ring as the clock ticked down, but Justice found the intermission. Nemoto scores a brutal knockdown, taking the round 10-8.

Round 5:
With her momentum gauge reading zero and her patron-backing even lower, Justice came out as though she had nothing left to lose. Nemoto’s front-running theatrics were quickly bottled as she got the very best Victoria had given her all night; laced from post-to-post by sharp, biting hooks and jabs to her inviting rack. Nemoto wheeled with a frustrated outburst; ripping a heart-stopping hook into Vika’s modest chest in return, but still the actress continued to advance her line. Justice slid away from a temple-seeking missile-hook, then pranced past a straight jab to the shoulder; answering each miss with a stiff uppercut to the jaw that began to stun the Japanese beauty. By the end of the round, their moxie had seemingly seesawed; with Nemoto needing to be buoyed by the fans to drag back to her corner after a shellacking from Justice. Vika takes the round and gets back within shouting distance, 10-8.

Round 6:
As the two ventured deeper with each round, it felt as though Nemoto was walking a plank with her age disadvantage. Still, it was the Cougar who hit the pedal first as she washed over Justice just after the ring of the bell; clubbing a pair of reckless right crosses into the smaller brunette’s impressionable upper half. Justice swayed, but steadied her rocking and artfully ducked another high cross that whooshed over her temple in an attempt to punctuate the exchange. Nemoto’s planted stems waggled as Vika lifted and spiked a bitter uppercut beneath her ribs; sliding left and hole-punching up the squelching Cougar’s midsection with a trio of lightning-sharp side-hooks. Harumi’s footing faltered as she stamped forward; gagging as she attempted to draw in a breath before Justice dribbled her skull in between two high, looping hooks. Nemoto careened clumsily into the ropes; sloshing back toward the middle of the ring and eating a slashing jab to the cheek that pirouette her drunken frame and slung her to hands and knees.

1… 2… 3… 4… Harumi blubbered as she curled into the fetal position with her head buried against the canvas; her frame swelling with sharp, abbreviated pants. Justice took in the same life-saving gulps of oxygen; only hers were far more deep and composed as she stood with her hands on her hips over the squirming model.

5… 6… 7… 8… 9… Justice showered in the frustrated taunts from the hometown fans as Nemoto continued to try and muster the courage to rise; grinning ear-to-ear as she was welcomed back to her corner by an embrace from McElhone. Nemoto just had nothing left; or at least wanted to save something extra special for Katic as she stayed down for the remainder of the count.

10!! SHE’S DONE!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, VICTORIAAAAA JUUUUUUSSSSTICEEEE!!!!"