High Flying Wendy Brannigan
A story by A-Man
Female wrestler gains the right to challenge male champion.


Wendy was a bright, energetic, gorgeous athlete. A  former ballet 
dancer, gymnast, body and builder. Her true favorite sport to 
participate in however, was wrestling. she had mastered every hold and 
her talent, speed  and strength were amazing. Unfortunately, she was a 
woman and this counted heavily against her in wrestling. As a youngster, 
she spent as much time in the courtroom, as on the wrestling mat, 
fighting for the right to compete in a male dominated sport. Wendy 
always easily defeated other women wrestlers, as they were not in her 
class. She needed a tougher grade of competition, which only males could 
offer. It was evident why boys did not want her on the wrestling team, 
she was that good. Winning  all of her matches except one, she was 
always the center of the team because she was a woman, and because she 
was talented. Her venture on the pro-circuit was much the same. She 
easily dispatched every women opponent she faced and longed to take on 
male opponents. The only males who would wrestle her, she easily beat 
and other males demeaned them as second rate opponents. None of the so-
called first rate males volunteered to wrestle her. She was effectively 
blacklisted. Wendy went to the courts seeking the right to wrestle men 
on the professional level. The anti-Wendy male wrestling group was led 
by its champion, the notorious Broadway Brawler. He was a mean 290 lb. 
package of brute strength and male bravado. He felt all this media hype 
from this court case was creating a circus atmosphere. Wendy was annoyed 
with all his complaining and dubbed him the Broadway Bawler. she 
contended he was afraid to meet her in the squared circle one on one. 
Wendy clearly was winning the media battle. Her spunky, vivacious 
personality was infectious and captured the hearts of every underdog 
fighting impossible odds. Many articles were written about her, she 
appeared on some TV shows and received numerous letters from men 
interested in wrestling her. She thanked all the letter writers but 
added  she was only interested in a professional match, in a sport which 
was attempting to bar her. The day of the court decision created banner 
news headlines, Wendy granted right to wrestle Men!!  Most people were 
excited for her. She had her day in court, now she would have her day on 
the mat. Most male wrestlers were disgusted by the decision. The 
spokesmen for their group was Mr. Jackson, the Broadway Brawler himself. 
He said there is nothing to be gained by wrestling a woman. She is an 
inferior quality opponent, a sort of brand-x wrestler. If you beat her, 
so what, she's just a woman; and if by some fluke occurrence you lose, 
people would demean you, because you lost to a ÒgirlÓ. At that instant, 
Wendy burst in, interrupting Mr. Jackson's interview. She screamed 
you've been trying to bar me from the ring, for two years; well now you 
lost! Are you too scared to meet me in the ring, is that the reason you 
don't want to wrestle me? The champion was speechless. Wendy continued 
her verbal tirade calling him a fraud, a coward and definitely unfit to 
wear the championship belt. She called him a champion without balls. 
That did it, the embarrassed Mr. Jackson finally was able to respond to 
this upstart female. In a rage interspersed with foul language he told 
Wendy, how dare she question his courage. He was merely attempting to 
defend the integrity and honor of his sport by keeping out some stupid 
female just trying to make a quick buck and name for herself. He then 
stunned all others present when he added pointing his finger in face, 
that in fact, he would put the title on the line in a match with her. He 
vowed to take her apart for all the world to see. Then they will realize 
that no woman can take on a male at the peak of his sport and expect to 
win. The match would take place in two weeks at a local sports stadium. 

Wendy could barely contain her enthusiasm. She was smiling broadly with 
her infectious grin. All she could add was her guarantee, which she 
directed to the champion directly, you, Mr Jackson will beg me to take 
your belt! You can imagine the media hype which went on for two weeks. 
Tickets were sold out immediately. Articles were written, commentators 
gave their predictions, heavy betting all across the country leading up 
to the event. Finally the night arrived. The packed arena was ready. 
There were some preliminary matches, which were pretty good, but 
everyone was waiting for the main event. The moment arrived. The 
champion Broadway brawler was announced. Weighing in at 292 the 6'3Ó 
male champion paraded down the isle wearing a long black cape over his 
black trunks. He entered the arena to mixed response of boos and cheers. 
He was proudly displaying his title belt, which he intended to walk out 
with. He paraded around the ring flexing and exercising his well-oiled 
herculean physique to the delight of the crowd. He was in great spirits 
with an evil grin on his face as he waited for the challenger. Finally 
the ring announcer spoke the words the entire crowd was waiting for.... 
Now the challenger, weighing in at 235 lb at 6' ...Wendy Brannigan! The 
gorgeous brunette wore a very brief black two piece bikini, which she 
felt would go well with the golden belt, she came to claim. The bikini 
accentuated her 38-26-36 body and repulsed the champion who was reminded 
again,he was wrestling a mere woman. Wendy drove the crowd into a frenzy 
as she entered the ring with a series of eye-opening gymnastic maneuvers 
and her own muscle posing show. The champion was unamused. She had 
beaten him in the courts, now she could defeat him on the mat? Wendy did 
not mind at all that Mr. Jackson enjoyed an almost 70 lb. weight 
advantage; she felt it only helped to make the match even. After all, he 
was only a man! The bell sounded and the match began. Both wrestlers 
carefully surveyed each other. They each extended a wrist in the air for 
a test of strength. Mr. Jackson quickly pivoted and twisted her arm 
behind her back. Advantage Mr. Jackson as Wendy was whipped into the 
ropes. She ducked under one clothesline and whipped herself off the 
ropes in a gymnastic maneuver which scissored the Brawler's neck into a 
takedown. Wendy jumped up immediately, the Brawler got up alittle slower 
as he was quite embarrassed. Next the champion captured Wendy in a 
bruising headlock. With the size of his impressive  arms, this was a 
submission hold in some of his matches, instead he rammed Wendy into a 
ring post. He enjoyed this so much that he rammed her into each ring 
post, then rode her to the mat like a bull. Wendy was face-down on the 
mat, when the champion applied some of his patented knee-drops and elbow 
drops to her back. Her prone body bounced each time in pain from the 
force of the blow.  He picked her up overhead and body slammed her three 
times. He then went for the pin. The ref counted one... as she 
struggled;  two and now she was frantic but before the ref reached three 
Wendy was able to kickout as the champ had not hooked her muscular legs. 
He then applied his devastating bear-hug which had been known to break a 
few ribs and the spirit of more than one opponent. Mr. Jackson smiled to 
the crowd, he surely got a kick dishing out punishment. His hot breath 
was panting on her neck, as his bear hug seemed to get alittle higher 
and then it became obvious the champion could not resist the temptation. 
The bear-hug directly under her large breasts saw his hands sneaking up 
to her twin  mounds and roughly cup them. Was this maneuver illegal, it 
certainly was unethical. Wendy would not respond to his sexually 
demeaning handfuls, she would beat him by wrestling. She felt his 
probing hands squeezing away as she backed him into the ropes. She 
elbowed him once in the ribs, twice and three times into his ribs with 
her elbow drawing a gasp and he released his joy hold. She threw him 
with a snapmare into the center of the ring. Wendy picked him up to the 
amazement of the crowd and body slammed him, not once but six times in 
succession. Mr. Jackson got up very wobbly. Wendy then applied her own 
headlock and rammed him into each ring post to see how he liked it. He 
collapsed in the center of the ring. Wendy climbed to the top of the 
ring post and gave an incredible knee drive to the dazed champ.  Two 
chops to his throat, five forearm smashes and he was down again on the 
mat. Wendy applied a vicious figure-four which had the champ screaming. 
This was not a submission match, the belt would only change hands with a 
pin. She held the hold for about ten minutes, smiling to her fans all 
the while. I guess that finishes your legs champ, she taunted him. The 
Broadway Brawler could now barely stand. As he finally got up Wendy 
bounced off the ropes and clotheslined him and he went horizontal in the 
air and then dropped in a heap. Wendy went back to work now on his left  
arm, with a savage arm bar. It seemed she would not be satisfied with 
this hold until she separated his arm from his body. She was twisting it 
like a pretzel. She was now even laughing and joking with the crowd. Mr. 
Jackson was in severe pain cursing this she-demon. Wendy decided to 
apply her own combination full-nelson and body scissors. She was on her 
back as she had him on top howling in pain. My ribs, my ribs, he yelled. 
Am I playing to rough for you now, she asked; maybe we should start 
again. She acknowledged the cheers of the crowd as she allowed the 
champion to get to his feet. He was muttering something obviously 
unprintable. Using her gymnastic training, before he knew what was 
happening she had grabbed his arms and monkey-flipped him skyward. Her 
enthusiasm and delight had more than won the crowd over. Now she worked 
on his right arm, which she bent behind his back in a very unnatural 
manner. He dropped to his knees from the obvious severe pressure. Wendy 
asked the champ, how are you feeling pal. I've rendered your left arm 
and legs useless, now I'm finishing your right arm; this just isn't your 
night. I'll bet your sorry you ever decided to take me on, right little 
man. Wendy was in ecstacy. After finishing with his right arm, she put 
on a wrestling clinic with the champion as her demonstration partner 
using every hold and slam she knew and even some she had just felt like 
trying. The crowd began to feel sympathy for the champ. What an  amazing 
woman!  It was incredible at the ease which she could body slam this 290 
lb. male champ. She had not engaged in an dirty tactics and here she was 
thoroughly out-classing the master in the ring, conducting a wrestling 
clinic. The Broad way Brawler was now only a broken toy. He was wobbly 
and woozy, his arms and legs in pain from the torturous execution of her 
wrestling holds, when she picked him up again for an airplane spin. 
Round and round, the arena went faster and faster until, she threw him 
against the ropes, drop kicked him as, he came off, then captured him in 
her ferocious waist scissors. Mr Jackson did not have a clue where he 
was anymore. What fantastic strength in her gymnastic legs. Watching the 
muscles constrict and loosen around his waist almost allowed the crowd 
to share in the champion's pain. The Broadway Brawler's spartan body was 
now on display for show only, he was merely putty in her hands. She 
maneuvered her scissors hold to his neck and he cried out still louder. 
it was as if he had never encountered such incredible power before. 
Wendy rolled him over and applied a forceful chin-lock. Forcing him to 
look out into the crowd as she was on his back, she jokingly told the 
champ to smile for the crowd as she increased her pressure more and 
more. Tears were welling up in his eyes not only from his humiliation, 
but the fact his body was horribly racked with pain. The match was forty 
five minutes old and the last h half hour was just Wendy destroying Mr. 
Jackson. She was really softening him up. I think he's done, don't you 
she joked with the crowd. Wendy picked him up and paraded around the 
ring with the champion aloft, asking the crowd, should I pin him now, 
should I pin him now?  This was surely her crowd and now they wanted her 
to finish him. In an incredible display of strength she chopped him with 
a back-breaker on her knee and then dropped him to the mat. After at 
least ten successive driving elbows to his back, she rolled him over. 
She was using an old traditional pindown as she was spread across his 
chest. With her fabulous Amazonian arms holding down one of his massive 
herculean arms and her magnificent Valkryrie legs controlling his other 
arm, the Broadway Brawler was clearly going  nowhere. The referee 
checked his shoulders and saw they were anchored to the mat and counted, 
1..... 2..... 3!!  Wendy had done it! The crowd went wild sharing the 
joy of the moment. The referee went to hand her the title belt, but she 
would not take from the ref.... only from the ex-champ. The ref handed  
it to the now-former champ lying in agony. Wendy knelt down and said you 
must beg me to take the belt, remember. He looked at her in disbelief, 
but as she slowly applied another figure four  leg-lock she heard him 
cry out, please take the belt you win. Wendy said I can't hear you. He 
screamed louder You win! Wendy  again said, you'll have to speak up, I 
still can't hear you. The intense pain allowed him to scream one more 
time at the top of his lungs. YOU WIN!!! Then he passed out. Wendy bent 
down and graciously thanked him as she removed the belt from his hand. 
She posed for the crowd with one foot on his chest, the belt in one hand 
and the referee raising her other hand skyward in victory.  Not only was 
she now the professional wrestling champion, but she knew she had just 
avenged her only high school defeat. What a night!