Small Packages
By Jeremy Wilson - Written For DTM / Amy's Conquest
An invitational challenge by a hulking chauvanist male is answered by a much smaller woman, much to his dismay!






Mark Smith was pacing around the dressing room as he waited for his
girlfriend to enter. He was a wrestler, with the name Chronic Mark Chaos,
but he was here tonight because his girlfriend was having her first match
overall, and it was against a man. She finally did, wearing a long coat
that hid her body. She was surprised to see him.


"Why are you going to do this?" Mark asked to his girlfriend Cheyanne.


"Because, it's something that has to be done, that loud mouth has been
insulting women for far too long, now that I have a way to beat him, I
can't pass up this shot."


"But you could get hurt, I would hate to see you lying out there, unable
to get up under your own power. Look, he's huge, compared to me, and I'm
a good sized man, he's humungous compared to you. With his kind of size
and power, he can hurt you seriously. Please don't do that to me!"


Cheyanne looked up to Mark's face with a sad look, not one of worry, but
one that he may not believe her. Mark was a big man, 6'2 and 230 pounds,
and yet her opponent for tonight's show made him look small.


"Of course I won't do that to you, Marky, babe. I don't plan on getting
hurt at all, the one you should be worried about is McCullen, he deserves
a lesson in female superiority."


"Well, if you're sure, I know how strong you are, but I think you may be
overestimating yourself. Anyway, I guess I should get out to the seats,
you'll see me in the first row, babe."


"Don't worry, I'm not, you'll see out there tonight. And I hope you
aren't scared off by it."


"Nothing you could ever do would scare me, sweetie. I'll see you after."


Mark kisses Cheyanne on the cheek and leaves the locker room. Cheyanne
looks down and said. "We'll see, Marky, we'll see."


****


The music hit and immediately the crowd started booing. Big Jim McCullen
stepped through the curtain with a smirk of derision on his face as he
strutted to the ring, he had the right to be cocky, ever since his debut,
the 6'8 340 pound behemoth had been undefeated, going through wrestlers
like kids go through candy on Halloween. But that's not what earned him
the ire of the crowd. McCullen has been quite vocal over the past weeks
about things that he felt were important, he was a womanizer, a drinker,
a gambler, but most of all, he spoke about the innate superiority of the
male gender. And tonight was no different.


"How are all the men out there tonight?" He said with a smirk on his
face, and he received a sizable deep voiced cheer, which was nearly
equaled by high voiced booing and catcalling.


"Okay, how are all the ladies out there tonight?" He laughed and then
immediately followed up with "I don't care how the ladies are doing,
because quite simply, what a woman does and says makes no difference to
me, men are the rulers of this planet, men make all the big decisions,
when I want advice on cooking or cleaning, then I'll go ask a woman,
otherwise they should keep their mouth's shut!"


The boos were near deafening at the arena as he continued to smirk and
play to the crowd.


"What you gonna do about it, huh? You can't do nothin', no girl would
dare get in this ring with me, and what about you guys out there? Huh?
Anyone of you fans have the guts to climb into the ring and take on the
Brooklyn Behemoth? Nah, I didn't think so, because the men in this crowd
are all too p-whipped, you'd think they'd get in the ring because their
wife told them to, but even those guys aren't that stupid."


It was probably a good thing too, the Extreme Wrestling Alliance, or EWA
was not what you'd call a very healthy company financially, so a lawsuit
would be more hurtful to them than it would be if a bigger, more
multi-billion dollar Monopolized wrestling company would fix a stunt like
this and it went wrong. The EWA had a cult fan base that filled up 3,000
seat arenas, sure, but the operating costs, and the kind of salaries that
their wrestlers were being paid almost made it unprofitable. And the fact
that this federation was so underground gave wrestlers like Big Jim
McCullen both the stage and the opportunity to make a character like
this.


One of the things that they actually did in EWA was have mixed matches
between men and women, most of the time the women lost, once in a great
while they won, but they never did against Jim McCullen, though because
of his rhetoric, they never stopped coming forward. Some where big, the
tallest was 6'3, the heaviest was 250 pounds, but he had never really
found a challenge to his rule on top of the EWA. He just went on from
week to week, continuing to spout his brand of inflammatory verbal
diarrhea, and as of yet, no one had stepped up to shut his mouth for the
female gender. The most powerful women that were prompted to try were
just not strong enough to defeat him, the fastest and most agile were not
strong enough or heavy enough to do any damage, so he just kept going,
with no visible end in sight.


If asked, James McCullen didn't really believe all the things that he
said on the syndicated EWA wrestling show, but he certainly believed that
men were naturally superior when it came to strength, speed, and
wrestling ability. He certainly never saw a believable mixed wrestling
match that would ever change his opinion. From the time he developed his
huge size in middle school, he never met a girl as big or strong as him,
so he never once experienced the feeling that a strong man could ever
lose a contest to a woman or girl. So in his years growing up, he held
the belief that men were in power because that's where the power lied, in
men. And he was taught that the best wrestling characters are those that
follow your own personality amped up ten times. So he brought that out,
and made himself a tremendous heel character that was universally hated.
He almost created riots because of all the hate he incited from the fans,
thankfully the EWA spent some of the profits it made on security. It was
this character that caused most fans to show up, to see him get beat, to
finally get his comeuppance.


"So, what I'm saying right now is I want someone to beat up on, if it's a
guy, alright, but if it's a chick, that's what I would really want, to
show each and every one of you out there the outright superiority of the
male species. Hell, she could be the biggest, strongest chick on the
planet, but she'd still be smaller and weaker than me. So how about it
folks, I'll take anyone on, big, small..."


"Excuse me!" The crowd exploded as the familiar phrase from one of the
most loved female characters on the show, Mickie Ferraro, who was once
the manager of Big Jim McCullen, but once his views on female inferiority
were first expressed, she left him, turning against him and was now on a
never ending quest to find a female wrestler that could physically
dominate and destroy him. Unfortunately, that quest hadn't come to
fruition...yet. "As you know, I've been away for a while, scouting new
female wrestlers for the EWA, and on the way, I found a magnificent
athlete. I brought her here tonight in order to have her show that at
least one female is superior to a great male athlete. She's a former
gymnast, cheerleader, and is currently going to the Massachusetts
Institute of Technology on Scholarship, so she's a smart cookie as well,
welcome Cheyanne Miller!"


An upbeat dance music hit over the speakers as a tiny girl, with light
brown hair put in a pony tail, big green eyes, wearing a short skirted,
sexy cheerleader type outfit walks out from behind the curtain. She stood
right next to Mickie and the size difference was immediately notable,
Mickie stands 5'7 in her 3 inch heels, and Cheyanne's head only came up
to the bottom of her chin, making her at least 5'1, if not even smaller
than that. Her body was tight, very muscular, though not hugely so, her
arms were toned and showed slight veins, her stomach was revealed by the
outfit and a chiseled 6 pack of abs could clearly be seen. Her legs were
also very nicely toned, her thighs and calves well defined with visible
veins running over them as well. But this was not the first muscular
female that Mickie had brought out to face Big Jim. The most muscular
female Mickie introduced to the EWA was a 6'1 female bodybuilder who
stood against Jim the most amount of time, but was ultimately defeated.


"Tell the audience a little about yourself, Cheyanne." Mickie said and
gave her the microphone.


"Well, I originally come from Charleston, South Carolina, I'm 19 years
old, I graduated High School at 16 and have only 16 credits left to go to
graduate from MIT with a degree in chemistry. I'm 4'10 tall and weigh 96
pounds, as you can all see, it's solid, feminine muscle. I studied
gymnastics from 4 years old to 13 years old, and cheerleading from 13 to
16. I am the chess team champion at MIT, and I am also on the MIT rowing
team, not the girl's rowing team, the boy's rowing team!"


"And why did you want to appear here tonight?"


"I have been watching Big Jim McCullen closely over the last few months,
and his statements have angered me, because I know the truth, I am the
proof that females are really the superior gender, I'm smarter than all
the men at MIT, I'm stronger than all the men at MIT, and I bet I'm
stronger than Big Jim McCullen too. By the end of the night, I'll have
him begging for me to stop and he will admit that women are superior!"


"Oh give me a break! You're tiny, what the hell chance do you think you
have against this?" McCullen started flexing his pecs and biceps like a
bodybuilder, showing how huge he was.


"Girl power!" Cheyanne flexed right back, doing a double bicep pose that
showed off some very nice tennis ball sized peaks for her size, but
nowhere near the size of McCullen's huge guns.


"Girl power ain't done it yet, sweetie, but come on down and see if it
helps you tonight. I've shown that it takes no effort on my part to lay a
beat down on chicks before and the way it looks, it's going to take even
less effort than that to take you out."


"We'll see, big mouth." Ferraro said. "The match starts... now!"


With that, Mickie goes to the back, then Cheyanne starts running down the
ramp, before doing a couple of handsprings followed by a full rotation
flip that sent her over the top rope 9 feet above the floor, landing
directly into the ring in front of Big Jim, who was taken aback by the
incredible show of agility. Before they could officially start the match,
the ring announcer entered the ring.


"First, she hails from Charleston, South Carolina and weighs in at 96
pounds, here is the Cheerleader, Cheyanne Miller!"


Cheers erupted for the latest in the long line of female opponents for
Big Jim, could this one finally be the one who humiliated him and stopped
his incredible streak?


"And her opponent, he hails from Brooklyn, New York and weighs in at 348
pounds, he is the undefeated 'Brooklyn Behemoth', Big Jim McCullen!"


Boos erupted even louder than when McCullen's music hit. He spent some
time jabbering with the fans as he waited for the bell to ring.


Ding! Ding! Ding!


The two fighters faced off and the difference in size was immediately
noticeable, Cheyanne stood face high to the bottom of McCullen's huge
muscled chest. He was probably just as wide as she was tall.


"You sure you want to do this? I may kill you by accident little girl!"
He looked down barely able to make her out over his beefy chest.


"Oh, yes, and I have to ask you the same thing, are you ready to get
humiliated by a little girl less than 1/3 your size?"


"I'm tired of talking, I'm going to shut your bitch mouth up once and for
all. Get a ref down here, now!"


Both threw down their mikes and looked at each other intensely, they went
face to face, or more accurately face to chest, before a referee ran down
and separated them. He asked if they were each ready, then he had the
time keeper ring the bell. McCullen and Cheyanne approached each other,
McCullen made the first move, trying to clutch her, but she somersaulted
under his arms and popped up to her feet. The same thing happened when he
tried to tie up with her again, and he immediately kicked the bottom rope
in frustration. Of course he's faced fast gymnasts before, but he's
always been able to run them down after a while. Finally he was able to
engage Cheyanne in a collar elbow tie-up, he laughed and shouted to the
crowd, "I got her!" Then he pushed her back with all his strength, but
somehow she was able to roll up to the feet immediately. He hopped around
at being showed up like that and immediately clenched his fists, ready to
take a swing at her. As much as he wrestled women, he never punched or
kicked them, he felt that was a bit over the line, but he has been known
to threaten it, if a woman got his dander up enough.


"Alright, you got some good balance and agility, but if I get my hands on
you again, you're dead meat, cupcake!" McCullen shouted so loud the crowd
could hear.


Then Cheyanne did something that no one in the arena expected, she just
stood there. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Oh yeah, well guess
what, I'll give you one shot to destroy me, you can do anything you want,
and if I stay down for the count, then you win once again, you prove your
male superiority but if I don't, your ass belongs to me!"


McCullen looked around nervously, he thought "What the hell is she up to,
certainly she looks strong and muscular, but to be able to take a shot
from me, her whole body would have to be tougher than steel! I'll show
her, she wants to see me angry, she's going to get it." With that he went
forward at her and clutched her neck in his hand and her inner thigh with
the other hand, first marveling at how hard her thigh and neck felt, but
didn't let that get to him as he easily pressed her 96 pounds over his
head, taking time to do some reps with her seemingly miniscule weight.
Then he dropped her down onto his shoulder abs first. Once again, the
force of the impact surprised and actually hurt him a little as his
shoulder met something much harder. He completed the move by
power-slamming Cheyanne down to the mat and then laid cross ways on her
torso. This move was his regular finishing move against the male
wrestlers of the EWA, he called it the McCullen Crunch, no one has ever
kicked out of it. He shouted at the referee, who was greatly concerned
for Cheyanne's welfare and conflicted about counting the pin, and
seemingly refused to be a part of it. But after threats from the size of
someone like Big Jim, he had no choice, so he shook his head in sorrow
and then got down and started the count.


1...


2....


Cheyanne kicked out with such authority that her arms flung McCullen 5
feet into the air, then he hit the mat face first! He got up holding his
face and then Cheyanne kipped up to her feet, not even hurt apparently.


"What the hell is going on here, what are you, a robot? That's it, isn't
it? You're a robot, that's why your body is so hard. That's why I can't
hurt you."


"Nope, actually everything I said in the interview is true, I'm a
chemistry student at MIT, advanced chemistry to be clear, and what you
see before you is the result of my most successful experiment, I created
a formula that was able to multiply my strength by a factor of 10, and
toughen myself up to the same degree. I was already strong from all the
sports that I was a part of before, so what you see before you is 100%
human, just, a better, stronger, faster, more agile human."


"So...what, you're taking drugs, steroids, growth hormones? Such a shame,
you're not such a bad looking dame, to tell you the truth."


"First of all, thanks, I'll take that as a compliment, even if it was
from a moron such as yourself, second of all, no, it's not a steroid or a
growth hormone, it has no such side effects because it's a little mixture
that I came up with myself, what it does is isolate the bodies stored
energy and releases it. Have you seen the movie 'Limitless'?"


"Yeah."


"Well, it's like that, but instead of unleashing all the mind's
potential, my formula releases all the body's potential."


"You know what, I don't care, that stuff is way over my head anyway,
let's just get down to business."


After he said this he offered his hands for a test of strength. No one
had ever won a test of strength against Big Jim McCullen, man or woman,
he just had too much strength, size, and leverage. But that didn't stop
Cheyanne from clutching her much smaller fingers around his much bigger
ones. They went nearly chest to chest, because of their difference in
heights, it was more like Cheyanne's face to McCullen's chest. But the
expressions are much different, McCullen is straining, his face is red,
his neck is all veiny, he's obviously trying very hard. On the other
hand, Cheyanne is calm, cool, collected, with a smirk on her face, not
even looking to be putting any effort in at all.


"What the hell, are you not even trying, little girl?"


"My name is Cheyanne, Jimmy. And you should've learned by now, to respect
your superior!"


With that she ground down hard on his hands with her much tinier ones.
Immediately his knees buckled. The pain running from his fingers to his
nerves inflamed his brain, his brain couldn't process any thoughts except
trying his best to get out of it. He tried to pull away, but his hands
weren't moving, he tried to kick Cheyanne in the stomach to get her to
release the pressure, but his toes felt like they hit a steel I-Beam.
McCullen fell to his knees in agony, and because of their relative
heights, he was actually looking Cheyanne in the eye in this position. He
could see that she was still not even trying that hard, but his hands
showed the results, that his fingers were being compressed, that his
bones were being close to being broken. She saw a single tear come out of
his left and smirked, then released the hold.


"So, are you ready to admit that I'm stronger, even though I'm a girl?"


McCullen rubbed his hands and held them under his armpits trying to get
some feeling back into them.


"So what, you got some strong hands and you're a little bit tougher than
I gave you credit for, I was taking it easy on you before, but now that I
know that you're tough, there's gonna be no more Mr. Nice Guy from me."


"Men, so stubborn, I guess I'll just have to show you more of the natural
superiority of women. You know, I actually almost felt that kick you
delivered to my six pack abs, want to try again? I know you don't usually
kick your female opponents, but for someone as tough as me, that may be
your only chance."


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