Santa Monica CA 2018
Press and fight fans gather in swarms to the beach for a hotly anticipated inaugural Queen of the Beach Tour match. Brooklyn Decker's face has been all over every kind of media hyping her fight. The jaw-droppingly beautiful blonde bounced back nicely from her QOTB 2017 beating by Alice Goodwin, showing few ill effects from her first defeat, dispatching a string of models that included Karlie Kloss, Nina Agdal, and - in her most impressive outing thus far - Bar Refaeli on an Israeli beach in Bar's homeland. Somewhat concerning for her fans, while Decker has competed in a rainbow of different color and style swimsuits, she hasn't once worn yellow!
Decker's once-iconic yellow string bikini still resides in Alice Goodwin's trophy case. Brook has been asked so many times by fans, in interviews and in magazine articles, 'When are you going to get back your bikini?' that it's almost become a meme. Goodwin is often quoted in those situations, repeating her standing offer, "Brooklyn Decker, or any other loser whose bikini is hanging on the wall of my trophy room is welcome to come pick it up at her convenience. After they arrive, we'll discuss the terms and conditions for it's return. Until then, I'm enjoying looking at them. But if Decker ever wonders, the answer is, 'Yes Brook, it really IS too small'!"
If Decker was the draw; Harumi Nemoto was the curiosity. Nemoto had followed her longtime friend, rival, and countrywoman, Yoko Matsugane to the US to find Glory on the Queen of the Beach tour. There had been little in-person scouting, so only blurry, secretly recorded cellphone video of few of Harumi?s past fights was available as most of her matches were conducted under strictest secrecy, to protect both the privacy of the women, and the identity of the men who pay them handsomely to satisfy their fetish. What little is known about Nemoto is mostly conjecture, and that only by her reputation?
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Harumi had a young female translator with her at all times, but upon arriving at LAX she chose to speak for herself when faced the media microphones.
?Brooklyn?will?fall?.? The Japanese said in slow, purposeful, carefully chosen words as she brusquely elbowed her way through the crush of press on hand to greet her. She said nothing else, as if no other words were necessary to get her message across.
* * * * * * FIGHT DAY
Four sturdy wooden posts and rough (Sisal or Manila hemp?) ropes had been set up at the waters edge in front of temporary aluminum bleachers for the throng of beach-going fight fans, with tall metal scaffolding for the media, and two rental cranes held the video cameras that would record the contest.
?American Woman? blares through a pair of cheap metal speakers hurriedly hung outside her changing tend as Brooklyn Decker is first to the ring accompanied by friend and trainer, Marisa Miller who has to struggle to part the sea of people surging forward to see, speak to and even touch, their favorite Brooklyn Decker. 'Deck' with her sandy blonde hair hanging long loose, waves to her fans who cheer the Ohio-born supermodel as she reaches the makeshift ring where she removes her robe to reveal a show-stopping Stars & Stripes push up bikini trimmed with fine gold tassels. Clearly intended as a dig at her Foreign-born opponent. Marisa herself is radiant in a white bikini as she takes her friend's robe and gives a wave to the crowd, almost all of them waving "Beat her Brook" banners and little ('Made in Japan') American Flags.
The cheering dies down, then stops entirely as Harumi Nemoto appears at the sandy exit from her changing tent. With no music, no fanfare, and almost no fans, Nemoto glares at the scene, her face twisted in an expression of disgust at the overt display of nationalism. Harumi is covered from neck to toe in a crimson robe, her ink black hair tied back in a tight ponytail. As Harumi makes her way to the ring, she's followed by Yoko Matsugane who's in a tank top and yoga pants.
Brooklyn stands tall and bright, fists at her waist, chest thrust out in a brazen, unspoken, challenge to the busty Japanese. Decker radiating feminine strength as she locks eyes on her opponent. Harumi appears to be ignoring Decker, her eyes never leaving the blonde model's star-spangled bra as she bends trough the ropes to enter the sandy fighting surface.
The crowd cheering, on their feet, their screams rising to a roaring pitch as the beauties stand toe to toe... Narumi at last taking her gaze off of Brooklyn's Starred & Striped breasts to gaze deep into the American's blue eyes.
At 5 feet 9, Brooklyn's height advantage is pronounced and she has to look down at her 5 foot 6 foe. Suddenly, the crowd's roar falls silent when Nemoto flings off her robe to reveal her pulse-stopping black and red bikini that had been poorly designed to hold her fearsome (rumored) I-Cup breasts.
?My God, the rumor is true,? Miller thought as she watched her friend stare down at Godzilla.
Brooklyn?s 32D bosom was considered a national treasure in some circles, but today the blonde bombshell bosom was so clearly outgunned that Decker could only blink dumbly at her first sight of Narumi Nemoto and her prodigious pair of pumpkins. The shorter Japanese, seeing Decker react, wore the slightest of smug, confident, smiles.
The referee for the match, Jennifer Love Hewitt, took the ringside microphone, held to her lips and announced, "This bout will be 3 ROUNDS? decided by PINFALL?.SUBMISSION?.or KO.
"If there is no winner after three rounds, the winner will be decided on points. But if, after three rounds the fight is a draw, there will be one OVERTIME round to decide the winner. If it is still tied, there will be a second OVERTIME round...and so on, until one is victorious!"
She tossed the mic aside?the bell rang and the QOTB Tour had begun!
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ROUND 1
Brooklyn and Harumi circled in the sandy ring; their chests heaving as they each took deep, careful, breaths. Both were cautious, neither was familiar with her opponent and so each waited patiently for the other to make the first move. Finally, Harumi broke the tension by shooting at the legs of the tall American. Decker skillfully flattened to counters Harumi's move, protecting her legs and forcing the busty invader to the sand on her knees. The Americans in the audience waved their little American flags as Brooklyn shoved Nemoto back on her bikini-clad butt, then turned, arms raised in a meaningless, useless display of bravado, smiling into the camera for all the people back home in Ohio to see.
Harumi huffed and puffed to her feet, pausing a moment before again pressing her offense. The blonde supermodel's skill is evident - as is her long reach - as she peppers Harumi's heavy tits with her fists before Nemoto can reach her. Nemoto is forced back on her heels again as Brooklyn goes on her first offensive, her long arms and precision blows to Harumi's huge, hulking, heaving rack, driving the shorter Japanese back until her butt is stuffed in Nemoto's own corner.
Harumi covers up as Brooklyn rains blows down onto her torso? then SUDDENLY, Brooklyn is grabbed by her bikini straps and YANKED back so hard she's lifted off her feet as Yoko Matsugane at ringside intervenes on Nemoto's behalf.
Brooklyn struggles trying in vain to disengage from Matsugane but is finally saved by Marisa Miller who comes churning around the corner of the ring, sand flying from her bare feet as she plows into Nemoto's manager with a shoulder block, knocking Yoko off of Decker and sending her sprawling in the sand.
Brooklyn watches as Yoko and Marisa roll in the sand in front of a few lucky fans. But when Brooklyn turns back around, she's BLASTED into the ropes by Harumi! Decker bounces off the ropes and her juggs COLLIDE with Nemoto's thrusting rack. The impact of the four heavyweight hooters nearly blast the stars off the cups of Brooklyn's patriotic bikini as Nemoto sends the stunned supermodel all the way back into the opposite corner!
Deckers back slams into the corner post and she sits down on the middle rope, shaking her head as she just tries to clear the cobwebs from her brain. She barely takes one breath before Harumi is on her again. SMAACK! Nemoto winds up and slaps the spit out of Brooklyn's mouth, then yanks her hair, pulling her head back and tilting her flushed face up.
?SO LONG BITCH!? Harumi says in her thick Japanese accent.
PLOP! Harumi dropped her titanic tits on Brooklyn as she's trapped in the corner. Brooklyn panicked, kicking and clawing as she fights trying to conserve breath. She RAGED to escape but Harumi had her vault sealed. Decker tried to remember how much time was left in the round and prayed she could beat the clock before succumbing to Harumi?s devastating breast smother.
DING DING DING?
Brooklyn Deckers prayers were answered? or maybe NOT!
Harumi refused to release the hellacious hold and Brooklyn soaked in RAW JUGG after RD1 had ended!
It took Hewitt and Marisa struggling together to drag Harumi off the jugg-shocked American while the crowd went ape-shit! Brooklyn slid to the sand, her face flushed and slick with Nemoto's tit sweat. Marisa shoved Harumi violently, sending her back to her corner before turning to tend her battered friend.
But even before Marisa reached Brooklyn, she was attacked from behind! Yoko Matsugane had gotten to her feet and slammed into Miller from behind, driving her tit first into Brooklyn, then driving both of them back into the corner post!
Jennifer ordered Yoko from the ring, then went to check on Brooklyn and Marisa. ?CAN SHE CONTINUE?? Hewitt asked Marisa.
Marisa, looking worried, asked Brooklyn? who, as soon as she got her breath, didn?t waste a second; nodding, and mumbling, "YES! YES! YES, I CAN GO ON!"
Marisa?s heart soared as she saw the fire in her fighter's eyes and she gave Hewitt a 'thumbs up' while the judges were marking their scorecards that awarded the first round to Harumi Nemoto!
ROUND 2
Once order was finally restored, and after the all-to-brief rest period, the bell rang. Brooklyn comes out on fire from her corner and attempted to mount an offensive, but it was painfully obvious that Nemoto's late breast smother had taken a toll on the embattled blonde. Decker swung her fists with authority, but whereas in Round 1 they were landing with power, now the lumbering Nemoto dodged and parried them with ease. The struggling supermodel's legs and lungs still hadn't recovered from her near suffocation. Fans of the busty blond girl-next-door screamed at the top of their lungs, cheering her, urging her on, imploring her to give her all and even the score.
Nemoto quickly grew bored with Decker's flailing and feeble attempts at any offense. She put on an offensive display of her own and the sheer violence of her assault broke over the blonde bombshell like a Tsunami. Decker desperately tried to cover up, to defend her lush body against the black-haired bitches overwhelming charge. Harumi, almost with disdain, batted her hands aside with almost shockingly casual ease.
Then Harumi PUMPED one cruel fist after another into the nippled heart of Brooklyn's bouncing boobs; hammering her heaving hooters, her flashing fists sending them sailing up, then smacking them back down; her criss-cross punching sending them tumbling and sloshing from side to side! Harumi's assault on 'Fortress Decker' was both brutal in its execution and yet riveting in its complete and total domination of what had, moments before, appeared to be an insurmountable obstacle.
The Ohio beauty's bikini top began to fail under the steady, and unrelenting, pressure Nemoto's assault put on it. Decker feebly tried to protect her pride and joy's from the cruel Asian's rampaging fists but Nemoto's single-minded, relentless, assault could not be denied. Brooklyn was panting and slumping, her body a picture of despair when Harumi - surprisingly - stepped back to grants the blond a temporary moments reprieve. Brooklyn, instinctively cupped her throbbing, aching, battered breasts in her hands, trying to ease their pain even briefly.
The tears in Brooklyn's eyes almost blinded her as she looked out at the sea of her supporters, some still hopefully waving their pathetically tiny flags and still chanting her name, trying through their cries to re-infuse her with fighting spirit. But, distracted as she was by the pain in her bosom, Decker never saw the wicked uppercut that nearly impaled the fast-fading American blond.
"OOOOOOF!" All the precious air Brooklyn had worked so hard to suck in to reinflate her battered lungs was blasted back of them as she stumbled drunkenly facefirst into the ropes, ending up half out of the ring between the top and middle ropes; one hand trying to support her battered belly, the other across her chest under her beet-red boobs where they fought against the steady downward pull of gravity.
Brooklyn's legs wavered shaky and unsteadily as those of a new-born fawn as she used the ropes to support her as she gulped and gasped, struggling to get her second wind; knowing she only had seconds to stave off her seemingly now inevitable, defeat. Decker's fans at ringside tried to warn their heroine of the imminent danger, but in her punch addled condition, Brooklyn's brain was - if at all - only dimly aware of their screams and their effort went unheard - or unheeded - when Harumi slithered up behind the oblivious bombshell.
Bracing herself on the ropes,Brooklyn was staring numbly into the ringside camera, wondering how many friends and family she was letting down at the moment Harumi Nemoto's two hateful fists swept around both sides from behind and BLASTED her ravaged rack from both sides simultaneously!
A slow-motion replay of Brooklyn's stars and stripes bikini's destruction at the moment her over-stressed cups were smashed together and the back of her bikini was blown apart like it was spring-loaded became the highlight of every late-night sports and talk show. Even Ellen DeGeneres' show the next day had the video, which Ellen's guest Ronda Rousey narrated as she tried to explain the physics of the effects of 'velocity mass interaction'. The audience mainly ignored Ms. Rousey to sit and gape in awe at the sight of Decker's twin stars disappearing from the screen
Decker's shrill scream pierced the warm beach air as her tattered top fluttered to her feet in the sand, then Brooklyn crumpled to her knees, her trembling hands tenderly cupping her crushed boobs as tears streamed in an unending river of grief down her flushed cheeks, to her chin, then dribbled onto the red mounds she held so carefully in the palms of her up-turned hands.
Beaten to her knees by a superior woman, Brooklyn couldn't bring herself to even raise her bowed head to look at her shocked-into-silence fans, her head remained downcast, teary eyes tightly shut as she let her falling tears cool, and provide some relief, to her tortured rack.
Harumi hesitated for a moment, taking time to bask in the in the sight of a distraught Decker blubbering over her badly beaten breasts. Then Nemoto bent down and greedily swept up Decker's shattered bikini from the white sand, and studied it like a scientist might study some strange and unknown species of insect.
Then Nemoto slowly raised her hand, then deliberately crushed the cups in her fist as she held it up to show the rapidly heading-for-the-exits pro-Decker audience. The image of Harumi Nemoto's display of disrespect for Decker and the stars and stripes as was broadcast to a worldwide audience was at once both shocking and startling! (Although it was cheered in parts of the Middle East and in third world countries in Africa and Asia!)
Images of the short Japanese towering over the kneeling, shattered, blonde All-American supermodel set every camera flashing and whirring. But worse was still to come!
Nemoto wrapped the strands of the remains of Decker's bikini top around her neck as a makeshift garrote, then Brooklyn's eyes bulged as Harumi pulled the bikini strings taut with near sadistic joy. Standing behind the kneeling blond, Harumi relieved the pressure briefly, then yanked Brooklyn's sandy sweaty hair back and down, forcing her to squint up into the bright, sunny, sky.
Through her tears, Brooklyn could hardly make out the sun between the ominously darkening clouds before the twin Rising Suns on Harumi's breasts blotted out all light as - in an instant - Brooklyn's world went dark. Her fans, those still watching on TV were subjected to the sight of their girl, battered, topless, on her knees, seemingly having her entire head engulfed, disappearing into the deep, and seemingly bottomless valley, of Nemoto's overwhelming and merciless tits.
Harumi grabbed Decker's arms, pulling them both straight, holding her up as she poured the jugg to the beaten beauty. Brooklyn was all but gone, yet her proud body fought on, on instinct - seemingly convulsing in her conqueror's clutches. The last thing Decker heard was the faint sound of a bell ringing as the light dimmed and her body fell limp.
"WINNER BY A KO IN THE SECOND ROUND BY BREAST SMOTHER... HARUMI NEMOTO!"
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Postfight....
PANDEMONIUM broke out in the ring as Harumi held the broken blonde wrapped up in her clutches like a Python refusing to release her prey. Jennifer Love Hewitt and Marisa Miller had to forcibly pry the raging Asian off of a devastated Brooklyn Decker. Hewitt had to push the victorious Nemoto back to her corner while Marisa Miller cradled her beaten friend, screaming calling for help from ringside spectators, EMT's, TV cameramen, anyone brave enough to risk the wrath of the rampaging Japanese as they celebrated in the ring.
But then Marisa's summoning help was suddenly, and cruelly, interrupted when Yoko Matsugane grabbed her by the blonde hair from behind and slammed her face in the sand over and over!
When Hewitt looked around and realized the situation, she remembered that her contractual obligation only went as far as announcing the winner, and had been fulfilled. The little brunette couldn't get out of the ring fast enough. Miller spit out a mouthful of sand as Yoko met her on her knees and ensnared the shocked blonde in a Bearhug.
Miller's proud boobs quickly buckled on impact as soon as Yoko arched her back, smashing Marisa's white bikini cups flat. Miller was already groaning, never seeing Harumi's approach from behind her. The instant Yoko released her from the Bearhug, Miller wobbled for a moment before Harumi and Yoko's juggs collided with her face from opposite sides; the mountainous mammaries obliterating Marisa's face as it disappeared from view into a horrifying DOUBLE JUGG OUT! Marisa Miller was OUT almost instantaneously while Decker still lay twitching, her body spread-eagled in the middle of the ring as the victorious Japanese celebrated with Marisa.
Harumi and Yoko laughed as they released their destructive double-jugg and watched as the unconscious supermodel flopped down face first on the sand between them. Yoko coldly bent down and, needing only a single finger, slowly plucked Miller's bikini string, untying it. Harumi joyfully accepted the gift of a large Japanese flag from one of her few ringside fans while Yoko slingshot both Miller and Decker's tops into the half-empty stands where they lay untouched and unwanted souvenirs.
Production directors in the truck tried to cut the satellite feed when Yoko started to drag Miller's topless unconscious body over to Decker's topless spread-eagled body and drops it, PLOP!
Matsugane laughed in devilish delight as she threw Marisa's face on Brooklyn's sweat strained bikini clad bottom, leaving them in a humiliating 69 pose. Harumi handed her Rising Sun flag to Yoko who held it up behind Nemoto while she planted her foot on Miller's upturned ass, striking several different poses over both women as the lone Japanese photographer recorded the event for all eternity - and the homeland tabloids who would display them prominently the next morning on their front/back pages!
Finally, Harumi removed her foot and kicked sand on the two broken blondes, then Yoko covered their still quivering bodies with the white and red Japanese flag.
In her devastating debut, Harumi Nemoto has announced her presence on the QOTB with AUTHORITY. Some observers called on Commissioner Lynda Carter to issue sanctions to Nemoto and Matsugane, citing their "reprehensible behavior" - while many more simply demanded to know the name of the woman who would be unfortunate enough to have to face Nemoto (and Matsugane) next!
Two days after the event on the beach, Commissioner Lynda Carter called Nemoto and Matsugane to her New York office for what her press office called a, "come to Jesus meeting" at which the Commissioner would "lay down the law" to the two surly Japanese women.
Back in California, Brooklyn Decker was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered career - not to mention her stars and stripes bikini! Both Brooklyn and Marisa Miller were being mocked, ridiculed, lampooned and generally verbally stomped into the sand by the media, the sports talk shows, The View, even the Cooking Channel ran an all day marathon of Iron Chef featuring Japanese cuisine - dedicating it to "Decker & Miller who did more in one hour than we have in ten years to raise America's interest in all things Japanese."
It finally dawned on Brooklyn's fans that - just maybe - their once bright star is beginning to fade. At least two "Decker" fan clubs and four web sites, have changed their focus from Brooklyn to Harumi with more actively considering the future course of their web sites!
Votes
NEMOTO 44
DECKER 21
NEMOTO DESTROYS DECKER
