Now, back in 2007 I was a 32 year old who had won championships in North America, South America and Europe. I wrestled all over. However at the time everyone said Japanese women were the best female wrestlers on earth. I took offense to that a bit and when I signed on in Japan with Japan Womens Wrestling (JWW) I was out to show them that a big bad woman from San Diego could out-wrestle any woman from Japan. I kicked things off with five wins in my first five matches including a non-title win against the then-champion Maki Ueta. I was feeling good and that is when my previously mentioned big mouth got me in trouble. I was a big, tiger and leopard print clad 5'9'' 181lbs flexing and strutting about all over Japan when I showed up. A grappler in a green and white two piece attire challenged me to a match and I never heard of "Killer" Kuroda before this.
At 5'5'' and weighing in at 141lbs she had defined muscle on her but much less mass than your favorite amazon. She was also only 19 years old with less than one year of wrestling experience under her belt. When I stepped out to the ring against her in a one piece tiger print swimsuit I thought I was going to coast along. This is a cautionary tale as to why you take all your matches seriously! Kuroda ended up being far more than I bargained for that night, although needless to say I made amends for this in some future matches although she certainly did beat me again after this as well.
Now, Kuroda certainly was one of the few women in Japan at the time who was as cocky as I was. I came out and posed down for the crowd, swaying my hips, flexing, running my hands through my hair and giving my backside a good hard slap or two. When she came out she flexed and showed what she had, smiling as she moved in slapping the sides of my thighs. She pointed and shook her head speaking in accented English at me saying 'shaky thighs. Big fatty power, not real muscle power." You know I won't stand for that.
That is when I flexed me arms and smiled, sort of going full heel. I stomped my legs and mocked her accent which was admittedly incredibly stupid of me to do as I know my Japanese is passable at best. "Bigu spirit power!" Was my answer to her mocking. As the bell rang I just smashed her in the chest with a few forearms and sent her staggering. I grabbed her by the hair and snapmared her all over the place I think I did like six in a row and smiled before scooping her up, slapping her backside and slamming her down as hard as I could, flexing and strutting about. I bent down, deadlifting her up and doing that display all over again, this time shouting "bodyslamu!" I slammed her with gusto, the ring ropes bounced and her hitting the mat echoed as I strut about and flexed my arms.
This could be an inspiration for Gemma, and really any other smaller woman who managed to slam me around with force belying their size. I turned still flexing as Kuroda was up. I shook my head in shock as she scooped me up and lift me, slapping my ass around then slamming me down while shouting "bodyslams" right back at me! I hit the mat and the power of Kuroda, force of the slam and sheer shock of it all left me reeling. I kicked the mat and she slapped my thighs as she knelt next to me flexing pointing out the shake of my inner thigh at the time when I kicked the mat. We all have trouble spots and at that point my inner thighs and backside had a bit of ripple to them when I stumbled or hobbled limp legged. Charlie sure loved it, but Kuroda pointed it out and laughed. Kuroda laid across my chest, posing and flexing an arm while I kicked and flopped underneath her, bucking my hips up as my rumble thighs shook when my feet both hit the mat to add upward thrust to my hips breaking the pin at 1.9. I hit Kuroda in the chest with a forearm smash as I stood up but she smashed me with a trio right back, then spun and hit a fourth forearm to the chest sending me crashing hard to the mat. I thrashed about as she stomped away at me, then hit an elbow drop and locked in a side headlock. I kicked and moaned trying to pry her arm off as she stood up. I shoved her away and she used the momentum to run to the ropes flying back at me and shoulder blocking me to the mat.
Kuroda pulled me up and I hit two fast body punches before wrapping an arm around her head, lifting her for a snap suplex then rolling over to quickly do a second, going for a pin right after but she kicked out at 1.5. I got up and pulled her by the hair doing another scoop slam and feeling like I was in control again, mocking her with a "bodyslamu" again splashing right down and flexing the way she did but she kicked out at 1.5. I did a deadlift scoop slam and splash pin, this time hooking a leg as she kicked out at 1.9.
I went to lift Kuroda again but she blocked the attempt instead lifting me up and slapping my backside all over again sending me down for a real ring shaker! I howled in pain and kicked the mat as she pinned me again hooking my leg before I kicked out at 2. Kuroda hauled me up and kept whipping me to the ropes leveling me with flying forearm chops, a dropkick and a hip attack. The crowd was going nuts as the cocky American amazon was getting beat down at her own game. Manami scoop slammed me again and did another cocky flex pose pin. I flopped and kicked my legs about, and just barely managed to kick out at 2.75. A confident Manami got up and posed for the crowd leaving me to stagger up on my own. I was limp legged and hobbling as I reached out to whip her to the ropes and she sent my flying instead. I jumped into the air to flatten her with a running cross body block but she grabbed me, lift and spun powerslamming me down to the mat. I kicked meekly with my free leg and the inner thigh flubber was shaking with each kick as the three count came leaving me humbled in the ring.
This was a humbling match to be sure, but for Gemma, Arlise and all you smaller women who want to slam me around realize that no matter how hard you think you slam I can slam back way harder
