The Cayman Islands Double Elimination Tournament

Chiaki Kuriyama vs. Grace Park

I don’t think there was a greater difference in height in the entire tournament: the tiny, waif-like Chiaki and taller (but similarly stringy to be honest) Grace: grace had almost a half a foot on Chiaki. It didn’t look good from looking at their specks. But I knew some things about Chiaki—I even got to talk with her a bit beforehand (helped her practice her English by dealing with my own slurred, rapid speech). One of the things I knew of was just how extreme wrestling was in Japan. Garbage matches in Japan are leagues more dangerous than they are in the US. To them, realism is paramount, and it’s better to break a star than to see one that’s not so good flounder.

And even though all the roles Chiaki had ended with her defeat on screen , the celebrity wrestling matches with her were…something special. She held her own against Uma Thurman for the Kill Bill opening show, after all.

But then there was her match against Nana Mizuno. Another loss, but by DQ. God, that was something…

She kept Grace at a distance for most of the match, wearing her down. Striking and then moving away. All of it was quite graceful and fluid—but also cautious.

Then Grace grabbed her, kneed her in the gut. The next several minutes consisted of Grace woman-handling the Japanese girl. At one point, she caught Chiaki in a powerful sleeper hold and nearly knocked her out, but Chiaki clawed her way out of it—I like to think my cheering helped with that.

Grace threw Chiaki into one of the turnbuckles. From there, Grace hammered Chiaki repeatedly with chops and slaps and even a few chokes. She finished by lifting the petite girl onto the top turnbuckle, taking a stand on the second one herself and threw her into the center of the ring.

Chiaki landed with a thud, splayed out like a squashed insect.

Grace took to the top rope and aimed a flying body press on the tiny girl—only to get a stomach full of knees.

Chaiki rolled to her feet and kept attacking Grace while she was hurt. She landed a series of kicks to her side, a few stomps and an elbow drop before she took to the top rope herself and nailed Grace in the stomach with a double foot stomp.

The way Grace’s body jackknifed, bounced off the mat, flopped and convulsed from the impact told me all I needed to know about how tough she was. She had a small chest, a tight butt, and a build almost as skinny as mine. But she knew how to move and she knew how to hit.

Then Grace grabbed her legs, flipped her over and slammed her head into the mat three times in rapid succession. Keeping a grip on her head, Grace picked Chiaki up and threw her across the ring. Grace was certainly taking advantage of her Chiaki’s petite stature. Grace then moved in with a sleeper hold, but Grace exacerbated the hold by holding Chiaki’ high enough that her feet didn’t touch the ground. To be honest, I thought it might end there. Chiaki’s feet flailed wildly as she struggled to get Grace’s arm off her throat, but it was her feet that ultimately saved her, as one stray heel imbedded itself just below Grace’s knee. The reflex was automatic, Grace’s knee buckled and she went toppling forward. Grace release the hold, but both feel face first to the mat. Grace recovered first and quickly thought of more deviltry to inflict on the smaller Chiaki.

The dazed Chiaki was then hauled back to the center of the ring, grabbed by the feet and subjected to a 15 second hurricane spin.

Chaiki’s small stature worked against her—a smaller reach hampered the strength of her initial attacks and now it not only sent her flying, it sent her between the ropes and into the sand I set up.

She landed hard on the outside—head firsts at that—to a massive cry from the audience in sympathy. Sand is soft, but not if you hit it fast enough and especially not coral sand.

I had unfortunately mentioned to her where coral sand came from while we talked: Parrot Fish poo.

She picked herself up pretty quickly from that fall, though. Brushing the sand from her face, she barely noticed the cut opened up on her forehead.

It was the look in her eye that caught my attention. It was the same one she had when shit hit the fan during the Nana Mizuno match.

I whispered: “Inverted Controls. Secret Code: The Beast.”

I was probably the only one besides Chiaki that knew what was she was doing. To Grace and to the observers, it looked like she was going berserk. And in a sense, she was.

She was purposefully mimicking a berserker.

A Berserk Anime character from a giant robot anime—the giant robot anime of the 1990s, really (Neon Genesis Evangelion)—but a berserker nonetheless.

All of the fear it generated, with none of the predictability. Even if she lost now, she’s frightened the rest of the conscious roster with her behavior.

Chiaki actually roared as she forcefully pulled herself back into the ring, startling Grace as she flipped into the ring, slamming all 100 some pounds of her to the mat as loudly as possible. It actually came out more like a “Gaoo!” because that’s the Japanese onomatopoeia for a roar.

Chiaki breathed heavily, her teeth barred like a wild animal, blood dripping across her face as her hair hung wildly about it.

Grace hesitated; long enough for Chiaki to charge her and leave her with no hope of dodging a double drop kick to her already weakened chest and stomach. Chiaki spun to her hands and feet quickly after the mutual drop as Grace writhed on her back. Chiaki tore open her top and began to slam ax-handle fists into Grace’s chest while preventing her from rolling away with one leg wrapped around the taller woman.

She then switched to slamming Grace’s head to the mat several times in a row. Seemingly satisfied, she got up off the Korean-Canadian woman and stood her up on her knees. With a dancer’s grace, Chiaki raised her foot and delivered a nasty heel kick to Grace’s head, driving her face first into the mat. K.O.

Chiaki immediately wiped the drool and blood from her face and smiled innocently to the crowd, cementing the fear in her opponents.

I burst out laughing as I applauded and shouted: “Zankoku no tenshi no you ni!” ; which, roughly translated, means “Like a Cruel Angel without a sense of mercy!”

Yeah, that got some looks.

I’m such a nerd.

Great first round, looking forward to the next.

"Grace immediately wiped the drool and blood from her face and smiled innocently to the crowd, cementing the fear in her opponents. "

Shouldn't it be "Chiaki immediately..." as Grace was knocked out?

Regardless, thanks.

Yeah, I've noticed a few mistakes similar to that in what I've already posted and corrected what I could, but feel free to point out errors.

Self-editing was never a strong suit of mine.

Now get set for the last matches of the round, and before the storm swamps the northeast, too!

Freida Pinto vs. Natalie Portman

I had a bit more cleaning up to do after that match. Remove blood-stained sand, clean up the mat—so there was a small delay before the next match. I also had the added pleasure of serving the spectators a light snack and gave out bottled water to the remaining competitors. Some off the ladies stepped out for a spell to get some proper lunch. Lucky them. Everyone else was too enthralled by the events in the ring.

Freida stood out in stark contrast to Natalie, taller, darker and with an innocent smile, Natalie’s short, pale and serious face made them seem like night and day with inverted emotional attributes.

But I’m probably reading too much into that.

Freida had height and youth, Natalie had willpower beyond the norm and quite a head on her shoulders. Freida’s enthusiasm clashed headlong into Natalie’s feints, ducks and counterstrikes. It took some doing, but this strategy wore down Freida’s energy something fierce.

But she kept a slight smile regardless, and it actually began to infect Natalie. It wasn’t a smile of impending victory, but a smile of enjoyment. They were having fun.

With Freida unable to keep up with Natalie’s dancer-like strikes, she was wide open when Natalie moved in for the kill. Natalie bounced off the ropes and passed Freida by, but on the return trip, she leapt onto the girl, latched her legs around Freida’s head and swung her to the ground with a hurricanrana.

Following that, she hauled the partially inert Hindi woman to the turnbuckle, and with a grunt off effort, hauled Freida up to the top, rope by rope. Natalie slammed her elbow into Freida’s head twice once she got her to the top to make sure she stayed there.

Natalie hopped down, took a few steps back and with a centering breath, charged the corner. She grabbed the middle rope, flipped up and locked a head-scissors on Freida and threw her to the ground in a head scissors takedown. But as Freida fell, Natalie remained connected to the ropes. Freida landed on her back near the center of the ring while Natalie prepared her follow up.

She spun around, reaching the top rope and took for the skies with an impressive body splash, which hit Freida square on her chest. I dare say, it was almost a 69 position when Natalie landed.

This unorthodox landing didn’t do Natalie much good either as she rolled a bit away after their mutual bounce from the impact. Freida however, had her eyes shut and her mouth open, gulping breath like a fish.

Natalie hooked the leg, called or a pin and 3 seconds later, had herself a win. Freida was actually helped up by Natalie after the match and they sat together for the final match of the day.

Michelle Rodriguez vs. Zoe Saldana

I knew going in that this would be a rough one—possibly on par with Chiaki vs. Grace earlier that morning.

Michelle had an advantage in weight and power (and bust), but Zoe had the height and reach. These same-aged co-stars had apparently had a prior match for the hype machine for the cinematic juggernaut that is James Cameron’s Avatar. Zoe won that one with a roundhouse kick to the head and a 3 count pin. Both had some non-cat fighting training: Zoe in survival and tribal martial arts, Michelle in boxing and had been typecast as a “Tough chick” most of her career. If that don’t make you a target for fights, little does. Both were Puerto Rican/Dominican mixes too. Michelle and Zoe had worked together and got along from what I saw of them earlier, so I didn’t expect it to start out as violently as some of the other matches that morning had been.

They still came out swinging.

Zoe lead first with a powerful thrust kick, but Michelle spun around it and flattened her with a single punch. Not hard, really, off-balance and all that, but it was forceful enough to send the darker skinned Zoe rolling back. Michelle let her get back up, but the statement had been made to her opponent and future competitors: Don’t take Michelle Rodriguez lightly.

That would have set up a power vs. speed match like several before, but the thing was that Zoe was not that far behind Michelle in the strength department either. She could nail rival with power moves just about on par with Michelle. Michelle’s may have hurt more, but it didn’t make Zoe’s hurt much less. It was only in close grapples that Michelle usually took the greater advantage, like when Michelle caught Zoe in a awe inspiring bear hug—the only thing that saved Zoe was Michelle’s need to play with her victim, which earned her a nasty blow between the legs.

Towards the end of the match, Zoe locked on a nasty Sleeper and body scissors combination, but Michelle had snuck an arm through the sleeper, lessening its effectiveness. Sweat was dripped from the combatants—maintaining holds like that was no small feat and it took even more effort to endure it.

Michelle at first tried to elbow Zoe to get her off, but Zoe slid to the other side, away from the aggressive arm and pulling Michelle to the ground. Zoe pulled tight on the body scissors, arching her back and forcing a scream from Michelle. Michelle’s legs thrashed, searching for footing for scant seconds before Michelle powered herself up off the ground. It took a good deal of effort, but after she steadied herself, Michelle went on the attack. Charging at full speed, she rammed Zoe into the Turnbuckle. Once there, she rammed her into it again and again until the holds loosened.

Then rammed her there again to knock her off and leave her cringing in the corner, and made sure she stayed there with a trio of stomps.

Michelle picked Zoe up by the neck, placed her back on the turnbuckle with two more elbows and a head butt before sending 5 rapid fire punches into her stomach and followed up with a left hook to her head, rattling it greatly, but she remained trapped in the corner. Until Michelle brought her out of it by her head into the center of the ring, shoved her head between her legs, picked her legs up and held her there for a good 6 seconds in prelude for the final blow: a devastating pile driver.

Zoe held in that upturned position for a half second before falling down like a felled tree. A 10 count later and the next rounds matches were all set.

By then, it was well past noon and deep into Siesta time. And after a show like that, we could all use a siesta—but I had to make sure everyone was taken care of first, my day wasn’t over. I did get some extra Z’s between 3 and 5 when I had to get the dinner party ready for the following evening.

The next day would begin the next round of events, with both rounds taking place in the morning and following final elimination, the competitors could do open challenges amongst their eliminated piers in the evening between 7 and 9. That might seem kind off light-weight, but keep in mind the amount of punishment and excursion going on in any match, and how hard they fought earlier. No one wanted to pull an all-nighter, and no one pushed it on the girls.

I was the help. That was a different story. No hobnobbing tonight. I had work to do.

Winners Bracket Day 2:
Morena Baccarin vs. Jessica Biel
Eliza Dushku vs. Summer Glau
Christina Hendricks vs. Chiaki Kuriyama
Natalie Portman vs. Michelle Rodriguez

Losers Bracket Day 2:
Jessica Alba vs. Rosario Dawson
Lexa Doig vs. Anne Hathaway
Grace Park vs. Scarlett Johanson
Freida Pinto vs. Zoe Saldana

Free Schedule Day 2:
None

The second day started rather cool. Tropical islands do get pretty cool at night, low 70s and high 60s can hit in the early morning. That held things off for a bit in the morning. Gotta wait until it hit at least 85 before the matches could start. This would also be the first day of the losers bracket, which got shunted to the hottest part of the day—another reason not to lose in this tournament.

Winners Bracket Day 2:

Morena Baccarin vs. Jessica Biel

These two full bodied ladies did not disappoint. They tried to over-power each other, and quickly took things to the mat. There, they jockeyed for position for a good 10 minutes before Jessica’s superior athleticism began to wear away at Morena. But she countered with holds that would, under normal circumstances, be considered illegal. Here, they were just another way to win and one Jessica was caught off by. When Morena took the battle to an Erotic dimension, she took the more muscular girl off guard. At first, the odd yelp and separation or release of a hold told us what was happening. Once she worked a hand down Jessica’s pants, it was pretty clear what was going on. Morena flipped Jessica over to her back, maintaining the crotch hold, and put her knee over Jessica’s chest to holder her down—but it left enough room for Morena’s free hand to fondle Jessica’s breasts.

Jessica’s legs flutter-kicked in protest as she whined against the sensations, bringing a smile to Morena’s face—which quickly faded when Jessica’s legs snapped up and grasped Morena’s head. Her hands instinctively went to her neck, grasped onto Jessica’s clasping shins and worked her best to pull them off. She was caught off guard when Jessica yanked Morena down to the ground and turned her head lock into a brief choke.

Morena’s body bucked wildly and soon dislodged Jessica from her perch. Morena quickly spun on her heels and stood to her knees as she went to face Jessica, but before she could react, she found herself enveloped in Jessica’s beefy arms, forcing a sharp moan from the Italian woman. Their chests pressed together, cupping their breasts against each other, as Jessica squeezed with all her might.

Morena’s moans and grunts continued to vent her frustrations. With her arms against her side, there was not much she could do without taking it to the mat, and Jessica’s wide stance on her knees, that proved almost impossible.

Almost.

It took wide swings of her torso, but Morena eventually brought both girls to the mat, crashing together to the side. From there, Jessica quickly established a top position and locked her legs into a grapevine pin—all while maintaining the bear hug on her rival. Morena’s eyes squeezed together as she let out a frustrated moan. She was now even more trapped now than she was before.

Jessica maintained the hold for another minute it seemed before she let it slack. Morena hadn’t surrendered to it and I doubted she would. She grabbed Morena’s head and slammed the back of it three times into the mat. Morena was clearly dazed from the blow and quite pliant as Jessica flipped her over. The blonde woman slid herself onto Morena’s back, locking in a reverse grapevine and then clamping on a sleeper hold. It as a tight hold, too. Morena’s arms shot into a furry, first looking for something to grasp onto and pull some leverage with, then on Jessica’s arms. Both attempts proved futile. Her face scrunched up, Morena’s legs kicked futility as she fought on. Her movements slowed and became less coordinated. It moved from guided movements to spasms and jerks of resistant, her ace slackened and her moves petered out into nothing. Jessica held the hold to make sure Morena was out, and once she released it, she herself slacked off almost completely, laying atop Morena like a human blanket, ravenously downing air. She lifted herself up with a quiver at first and rolled to the side, gasping, her eyes closed. It looked like she almost passed out at that moment, too, but her eyes opened and she rolled over to her knees. Jessica locked an arm around Morena’s neck—I think she wanted to be sure of her victory. She lifted Morena up a bit, standing to her knee, before letting the limp Firefly star drop lazily to the ground, her body flopping to the mat without a single conscious move. Only then did Jessica smile.

Jessica caught her breath for a good minute before she stood up fully after that. She kicked Morena over to her back and placed a foot on the fallen woman’s chest to truly declare her hard-fought victory.

Eliza Dushku vs. Summer Glau

This match was pretty hard for me?I liked both these ladies a lot and wanted to see them win. Against each other, THE quote from Highlander came to mind: There Can Be Only One.

Before the bell told, both ladies met in the center of the ring, pressed their bodies against each other and stared down each other. Summer was a bit taller than Eliza, but their breasts still pressed together as they stood nose to nose.

When the bell rang, they locked hands and pushed against each other at full force. Tomboy Eliza eventually gained ground against the ballerina and with one mighty push, knocked her down onto her back. But Summer held firm and brought the dark beauty down with her, and into the vice-like grip of her legs.

That began the legs-war that was this match. Almost every move in this fight involved the legs in some capacity. Eliza was more strike oriented, using kicks and knee strikes to control Summer while standing, but Summer?s ballet training gave her greater flexibility and a longer reach. However, she preferred holds with the legs over strikes, using Eliza to demonstrate almost every variation of scissors hold around. Eliza, however, managed to escape Summer?s figure four neck scissors with a series of reverse head-butt to Summer?s stomach. They were on their backs when it started and Eliza used the opportunity to grab Summer?s head and give it a sharp head-butt to stun her for her next power move.

She stood up and took Summer with her, whipped her into the corner and followed up with a running knee strike to the kidneys which partially doubled her over. Eliza grabbed Summer?s face and pushed her back against the corner, doubling her over with a few more rapid knee strikes. Eliza then swung Summer into the opposite corner.

Summer bounced against the pole, but ended up slumped against it?wide open for Eliza?s spear. Summer let out a pained howl and bent in half when Eliza?s shoulder collided with her stomach. Eliza stepped back and barely caught Summer as she toppled over. She shoved Summer back into the corner, then forced her to the top. With an elbow to the head for good measure, Eliza set her up for a top rope suplex.

Standing to her full height on the top rope, Eliza inverted Summer and held her there for the briefest of moments before she fell back with Summer to the mat with a thunderous bang.

Eliza was slow to rise, but Summer was just there moaning on the mat, rolling slightly as her body throbbed with pain. Her face was shut tightly with pain, her matted hair spread out like a halo around her head.

The demonic look on Eliza?s face did not bode well for the broken angel on the mat.

Eliza sat on her knees next to Summer?s head. She scooted closer and picked it up, with only a token thrash of protest from the prostrate woman. Gently, she stroked some stray hairs from Summer?s face. She shifted her weight to her tight butt and wrapped her legs around Summer?s head, clamping on a tight figure four leg scissors. Summer?s protests grew more intense for a good fifteen seconds. She slapped the sides off Eliza?s thighs and tried to lift herself up with her legs.

Eliza let her, and even helped her get up, only to cruelly yank her to the ground.

Summer tried lifted her hips and kicked her legs out in an effort to dislodge the raven slayer, but it was to no avail. These efforts soon began to fade, the hip thrusts first. Then the kicks. Eliza playfully slapped away Summer?s hands and lifted Summer?s head up with her legs, rocking her back and forth to show her total dominance. The protests faded almost to naught just before Eiza slammed her legs to the mat, Summer?s body only quivered with the impact. Eliza undid the hold and pulled herself up with the ropes: another brutal KO.

Christina Hendricks vs. Chiaki Kuriyama

Chiaki found herself staring down another giant. This was actually a very wary match at first, but once Christina got in a solid hit, she proceeded to dominate the match. Christina threw the tiny Chiaki around like a rag doll. Body slams, flips and suplexes drove Chiaki to her limits. Her attempt to use the ropes and corner to her advantage were countered by Christina, flooring Chiaki each time.

Christina picked Chiaki up and hauled her over her shoulders and went for a helicopter spins slam. That looked like it did it, but Christina?s wariness should have stayed around. That is when Chiaki ?awoke? and wrapped both hands around Christina?s throat.

Normally, an illegal choke, but not here. Christina?s eyes opened wide and she stumbled back as Chiaki poured on the pressure. That psychotic glint returned to Chiaki?s eyes as a wild smile crossed her face.

Using her light build to her advantage, she leapt up and held onto Christina, ramming both feet into her belly.

Christina kept standing, but she stumbled around the ring with the enraged Asian hanging on like a mad ferret.

Until Christina decided to play the choke out game too and began squeezing Chiaki?s throat. She pushed against the tiny Asian, using her superior reach to her advantage?as well as her raw physical strength. She pealed Chiaki off her, her legs flailed wildly and her arms continued to try and grasp onto Christina in some devastating manner, but to no avail.

Christina twisted the hold and slammed Chiaki into the mat with a shattering choke slam that sent her sprawling on the mat.

Christina turned to the crowd, calling out to put the ?beast? down.

I admit it, I booed.

She picked Chiaki up and locked her in a crushing bear hug. Chiaki screamed when the squeezing began, Christina?s breasts easily overflowing Chiaki?s. Chiaki composed herself enough to hit Christina with a head butt. Christina flinched, but maintained the hold. She then shifted her hold, holding Chiaki lower and holding her higher into the air. Chiaki tried for another head butt, but she could only slam her chest down onto Christina, and she kept her face tight against it. She was trapped.

Christina maintained the hold for a full minute. Chiaki?s protests took that long to largely quell and even then, she still struggled and squirmed. Kicking, twisting, thrusting rapidly at first, but as time wore on, her movements slowed. Her grunts and screams of pains turned to gasps and moans of pain.

Christina then lifted Chiaki even hire and slammed her back into the mat, dazing her rival.

Christina grinned cruelly and knelt next to the writhing rival, straddled her and then undid her top.

She rubbed her chest in anticipation of what she was to do next. Pinning Chiaki?s arms to the mat, she lowered her chest over pinned girl?s face, but didn?t overwhelm it immediately. Instead she rotated her chest to the right and slapped the Asian with her breasts. It was as if she was taunting the flat-chested Chiaki with her massive mammaries.

That?s just mean.

She slapped Chiaki like that at least 5 more times. She asked if she would give up. Chiaki cursed her out in Japanese.

My Japanese is about as good as Tarzan?s English, so I have no idea what she said.

Christina lowered her head over Chiaki and easily involved her nose and mouth with her mammaries. Chiaki?s legs kicked and her hips bucked, but it was about as useful as Summer?s was against Eliza, but hers at least got Eliza to move a bit. Because of her low angle, Christina just rolled with each move. Chiaki didn?t whimper, though. Muffled grunts and cries of frustration were the only things to emanate from Chiaki, other than the slick sounds of their sweaty bodies sliding against each other. But the sounds and the violence didn?t last. Chiaki?s movements stopped after at least a minute off struggling. Falling at first to a writhe, then a quivering of the limbs. Then nothing.

Christina stood up, placed a foot on the still Chiaki and gave her twins a little kiss as they delivered her another victory.

Natalie Portman vs. Michelle Rodriguez

In a word: Squish.

In two words: Ow. Squish.

Don?t get me wrong, Natalie fought valiantly, relying on her speed and small size to bob and weave around the larger girl, but once Michelle connected with a solid punch to her jaw, she had it in the bag. Still, Natalie refused to surrender.

After getting thrown into a corner, she managed to leap to the top turnbuckle and avoid Michelle?s charge, following it up with a figure four headscissors which she expertly turned into a hangmen?s noose. She flipped down and hung over the roped, holding on only with the power of her legs on Michelle?s throat. It looked like a surprise finish as Michelle couldn?t pry the powerful pythons off her neck.

So she went with it, flipping herself over and taking Natalie with her. Natalie got the worst of it. Michelle landed on her feet, but still stumbled back. Still, she managed to get on her feet first and put Natalie back down with a running knee to the head.

Michelle then picked her up and carried her into the ring. Well, carried her until the ropes, at least. Then she just chucked her in. Natalie rolled up a bit, balling around her head, as Michelle lazily entered. Natalie gave her a good shin kick as she got closer?so Michelle just dropped both knees on Natalie back. Natalie howled as Michelle stood up near her head and grabbed Natalie by the hair. Hauling her up with ease she then reached under Natalie?s arms and locked on a massive bear hug. Normally, bear hugs would secure the arms, and Natalie fought back as best she could, but the repeated head shots wore her down heavily and Michelle?s strong arms did their work, crushing the life out of the thinner girl.

Natalie pushed against Michelle, trying to pull herself free, slapped her face and boxed her ears, but Michelle held firm. Natalie?s strength waned quickly and she was soon unable to hold herself up and slumped over the latina, gasping for breath, her arms hanging limply to the side.

Michelle shook the waif back and forth several times, rolling her in her arms and eliciting pained moans from her opponent. But Natalie grit her teeth and continued to squirm.

Until Michelle roared, lifted Natalie into the air and slammed Natalie to the mat with such power, she bounced twice. Splayed out for the world to see, Natalie was out cold.

That concluded the winner?s bracket that day and as Natalie was scrapped off the mat, a break was given as the next row of fighters got ready.