The game begins!

So I was in Bracket C! C as in see! See the sea! See?
Sadly I wasn't the first to go. Guess the tournament has to get the rugrats out of the way early so they can bite into the meat of the matter!
There were two matches before my turn, but first was the match between the elusive girl Voyager Ora. She was facing off against some depraved numbskull called Evan.
Evil Evan, they called him. And he certainly lived up to his name.
**** the ever-loving crap of Ora, right in front of everyone! All she could do was squeal like a pig and surrender to him. Poor girl. Turned into his ****! For real!
But she vanished without a trace before he could enact his perverted will on her.
Lucky her, but while Evan is still round and about, who is gonna be safe?

Next up was a huge gray-skinned girl. And when I say huge I mean elephant sized. Like, her opponent wasn't so much up against a person like she was a small building on legs!
Incidentally, the other contestant was a petite girl, around five foot two, called Estelle Bright. She had long, caramel-coloured pigtails and wielded an enormous baseball bat. Enormous for her, that is. Not anything near the size of the behemoth she was facing.
Before the match I talked to my co-contestants. They warned me not to be fooled by the size of Ashen Chevalier... Ashen Chevalier? That's the name of the giant gray girl!
'No,' they said, 'She is actually much stronger.'

Yup. So from all appearances, we were looking at teeny tiny nuke walking about in tight black shorts. Guess three times who would win the fight?
Well, you'd be surprised! I certainly was.
The little girl dodged out of the way of Chevalier's fist as it struck the ground, and WHAM! Got her with the bat, right between the eyes! Clove her skull in two! That was absolutely fantastic!
Ashen Chevalier fell to the ground and did not rise. The crowd went ballistic! It was absolutely amazing!

Now, you might think it's a bit predictable that the underdog ended up winning. Sure, that tropes' been overplayed since Goliath got himself a David-sized sandal print stamped on his forehead, but you know what? There's a reason it's so popular! The small but scrappy little guy, lacking in raw talent but making up for it with wit and gumption, defeating the obviously superior opponent through sheer dogged determination! God, I love when it happens! I don't think I'll ever get tired of that twist, no matter how often that happens! If it was up to me, the underdog would win every single time!

So, my time to shine had finally come. This was my debut in the arena, and my opponent was... A small girl with a ladle. Ladle Girl they called her, because she was a girl with a ladle.
So... Hear me out now. I know that I said all that stuff about the underdog always winning... But at the same time, I think everyone knows that it's better to bazooka too much than to bazooka too little!
Look, I don't decide who I'm up against, all right? Really, I thought for sure I was gonna be the underdog here. After all, I'm just a normal Earth girl with no superpowers, just two empty hands and a head full of science!
But as far as she was concerned, she was going to go up against the tank that walks like a man that is Ashen Chevalier... Armed with a ladle. That's something that takes real guts. Guts, and more than a pinch of silliness.

If you think I'm gonna go easy on her, think again!
So when I got to the teleportation pods, I pushed my bazooka into the booth, and then I stepped in. Or at least I tried. Turns out those booths were incredibly small. I myself could hardly even fit in there on my own, and when it came to cramming myself inside with the bazooka, it seemed like a tall order to say the least. No matter how I squeezed, contorted or bent, I simply did not fit inside once I placed the bazooka there.
"Ah, hey! Sorry! Do you have a moment?" I waved to one of the tournament aides, "My bazooka doesn't fit into the booth.... Well, it does, but then I can't fit inside either!"
The young lady in long black hair wearing a french maid outfit gave me a patient smile, "That is by design, milady. We do not want everyone to have access to an arbitrarily large arsenal of weapons. You can bring with you whatever you wish, as long as it fits into the booth."
I blinked, "Wait, what? No, seriously. Are you telling me that the gigantess Ashey Chasey or whatever she was called managed to fit into one of... Of those?"
The maid tilted her head as she offered an even warmer, squinty-eyed smile, "Anything is possible with enough will... And oil. Now, I advise milady to hurry along and get inside, unless you wish to forfeit."

Umph... Can you believe this? I travel all the way here from another world in order to test out all the cool gadgets that I made, and they won't even build a big enough transporter to get them where they need to be?
Well, let me tell you; the mad scientist always has the last laugh! You ever wonder why we laugh so often in that maniacal fashion? It’s cause each laugh we don’t laugh might have been the last laugh! So we have to take every opportunity to laugh maniacally, so as to render the last laugh of the mad scientist a statistical inevitability!
I slipped a small pill from my pocket; a tiny white capsule with a thin pink stripe and a thin green stripe, pinched between my index finger and my thumb. I pressed it between my lips, and sucked into my mouth. I quickly and cleanly swallowed it down, and got ready for the mad science to run its non-magic.

Tell me that my bazooka is too big for the tournament, will you? We will see who exactly is too big!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!