Harumi Nemoto vs Lucy Pinder

This is no mere dispute or rivalry, she says. This is war.


This match is on Lucy's terf in Liverpool, England. Lucy arrives in racy red lingerie as attire, the crowd roaring in approval for their home star. Harumi wears an olive green bikini, applauded just as loud, evidence of her international fame.


R1: Jugs are flying early on as both girls square up to each other landing solid hits on their chests. At roughly the same size, neither girl seems fazed by what the other brings to the table. Harumi sends a few straight jabs into Lucy’s chest, mashing her breasts against her chest. Watch out, Lucy or your jugs will fall off! Finally Pinder gets some real action underway by thumping a couple of jabs to the stomach, then follows up with more breast punching, sending Harumi’s breasts slamming into her chin. She’s the more powerful of the two, able to overpower Harumi in the first round. She has Harumi’s jugs red and tender at the end of the first round, the owner of said jugs clutching at them and groaning in pain.


R2: Harumi tries to close the distance, but Lucy does not let her, and wards her off with punches to the chest and head. The blows hurt her quite a bit, and soon she is looking woozy. One particular blow to the head snaps her head back and makes Harumi’s knees buckle, but they don’t quite fold and she remains standing, much to Lucy’s surprise. She seizes the moment to slam a punch into Pinder’s face, sending her reeling, following up with two hooks to the breasts, but is not able to get further than that. Lucy folds her over with a punch to the stomach, and is drawing her arm back for the knockout punch when the bell rings, denying her a KO2.


R3: The minutes of respite seem to have allowed Harumi to recover somewhat, as she is quick and slick this round, able to dodge more of Pinder’s punches than before, but she still takes quite a few blows. These blows, while individually not damaging due to Harumi’s dodging, eventually add up. She’s feeling their effects by the third minute, when Lucy shakes off a combo that should have knocked her down, or at least sent her reeling, given the punishment Harumi’s taken in the first two rounds. Pinder retaliates by driving a wretched fist deep into Harumi’s soft belly, again and again until the poor woman is basically leaning on her. A small mistake there as the short range disallows Pinder to use enough power to knock Harumi out before the bell rings once more.


R5: A tendril of worry worms its way into Lucy's heart as she starts to feel tired. Harumi seems to notice too, and fights all that much harder. Most blows end up blocked, which Lucy is thankful for, for now her arms are shaken with every attack. Imagine if they struck where they were aimed. Though she may be taking more punches than her opponent, she can see that the ratio of damage to energy expended is undesirable for Harumi.


Harumi is tiring herself out. For now, Lucy is content to weather the attacks and simply wait. The round ends with Lucy on the defensive.


R5: The first minute simply has Lucy letting Harumi wear herself out.


By the start of the second minute, Harumi's arms are drooping and she's breathing hard. Now Lucy goes on an assault, into the fray at lightning speed, easily knocking Harumi's guard aside and slamming an uppercut into her chin. Harumi arcs in the air for a moment before falling down to the mat with a crash. She barely stirs before the ref reaches ten.


Winner: KO5 Lucy Pinder!


Bo7 Record: 1-1 (author’s note: vetted this with Lookout, he gave his assent)
Tonight is a big win for Lucy, who needs it going into a Bo7 with Nemoto. Even though she is three years Harumi’s junior and not quite yet forty, time is not on her side. We may never see the great Lucy Pinder seated on a throne in the FCBA, but she showed us tonight that she can still give the audience a show. It isn’t a JMD match, but Pinder gives the audience and Nemoto the JMD treatment anyway, claiming her rival’s bra for her own and administering her trademark missiles on the downed woman. Topple her thrice more, punch her tits flat, and plant myself above them. Even at thirty-nine she had time enough for that. Time enough to make her a queen of sorts. Time enough to craft a legacy.

Then Lucy Katherine Pinder could retire, content.