The Publicity Stunt :  Part 1
by M.C.
Female wrestlers challenge the Superbowl Champions


Susan gripped the bar firmly. As she began to push upwards, the 300 pounds
began to rise off the stand until she held them up at arms length above her.
Slowly she lowered the weights to her massive breasts before pushing them up
again. It was her fifth set of bench presses and as she raised and lowered the
barbell with seemingly little difficulty, she began to think out loud, " there
really must be something we can do about this ". Several feet away another
large, powerfully built woman was doing squats with 800 pounds draped across
her sholders. " Do about what ? ", she asked. " Well Nancy ", Susan continued
in a relaxed tone as she lifted the 300 pounds up and down without missing a
beat, " we're serious athletes, we train hard, why don't we recieve the
respect we deserve ? " Off to the side another beautifully muscled woman,
Judy, chimed in. " Yes I agree, women wrestlers should be given much more
respect by both the media and the general public, instead they think of us as
freaks ". Susan finished lifting the bar - for the 20th time - and returned it
to the stand. " We've got to think of something that we can do to attract
people's attention and increase the popularity of women's wrestling, but what? "

While they lamented their situation several more very well built women
wrestlers joined in and a lively discussion ensued as to how they could best
raise the level of public awareness towards women's wrestling. Way off to the
side of the weightroom, practically unnoticed, stood a television set that was
- as fate would have it - tuned in to the Superbowl; that annual display of
male testosterone watched by hundreds of millions of people throughout the
world. It was during a lull in the conversation that Susan glanced at the T.V.
and heard the announcer say, " We want to welcome the half a billion people
from around the world that will be watching this game today. The supreme test
of masculine strength and power, the ultimate sporting event ". As Susan
listened a smile crept across her beautiful face. " Ladies, I think I've found
the solution to this problem of ours ".

Two days later.

" This is an outrage !!! I've never heard of such a stupid idea ". The coach
of the Superbowl champions was livid with rage as he read the headline in the
Sports section of the newspaper : " Lady Wrestlers challenge Superbowl champs
". All around him were reporters, on hand to record his reaction. " Are you
afraid to accept their challenge ? " a woman reporter asked. " HELL NO !!! "
he stormed, " my boys would tear them from limb to limb ". " Then why don't
you accept ? " she persisted. " Because it all smells so fishy ", he
responded. " My team is being called the greatest team in the history of the
National Football League; what chance could a bunch of women wrestlers stand
against us when no other team could; and who is this mysterious woman in
England that 's sponsering them anyway ? ". As the debate continued, Susan and
several of her wrestling friends appeared. " They're afraid of us, these
rough, tough macho men; they're scared of a few women ". She spoke in a loud,
strong voice that was easily heard throughout the room. " What's the matter
coach, afraid that some girls might kick your asses in ? " Susan and her
friends seemed to be enjoying themselves as they teased the irate coach. "Why
we won't even play in those silly uniforms that you sissy men put on, just our
wrestling outfits". The coach could restrain himself no longer, " ALL RIGHT
DAMN IT !!!, So you girls want to play with the big boys do you ? Well then
you 'll play with the big boys...one week from today; and may God have mercy
on your souls ". As Susan and her friends left they smiled at each other.

The Reporter

This is the slow time of the year for me. The Superbowl is over, spring
training doesn't begin for another month. The hockey playoffs as well as those
for the N.B.A. are still several months away. This is my down time. As I sat
relaxing at my desk the phone rang, it was my editor. "Mike did you hear the
latest ? Some crazy women wrestlers have just challenged the superbowl
champions to a game of football, can you believe it ? and guess what, the
coach accepted, I want you to cover this story for me ". Women wrestlers
against the superbowl champs ? The undefeated superbowl champs, considered to
be the greatest team in the history of the N.F.L. are going to play football
against women ? Is this some kind of joke ? "Just get the hell down there and
cover this story for me, your plane leaves in three hours ". As I left the
office I sighed, so much for down time. I arrived at my destination and
checked into my hotel. All the way down here I couldn't stop thinking about
the absurdity of it all; women against the greatest team in football history.
I decided to begin my story immediately and took a cab to the gym where, I was
told, the women would be working out. I found the gym with no difficulty and
went inside; and there I met Susan and the rest of her " team ".

They were not what I was expecting. These were the most magnificant women I
have ever seen. Gorgeous, powerful, each one stood around 5'10 " tall and must
have weighed at least 200 pounds. Their wonderfully sexy, muscular bodies sent
shivers down my spine as I watched them working out. Though I had no doubt
they would be no match for the monsterious football players they were about to
encounter, these women were, nevertheless, amazing looking amazons. " Can I
help you ? " a pleasent voice rang out from behind me. I turned around and
stared at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. " My name is Susan ".
Susan stood around six feet tall and looked like she could lift an elephant
with her massive arms. Yet, despite her tremendous build, she had an air of
softness, of femininity if you will, about her. When she smiled, she could
light up a room. " Well yes you can ", I replied. " I was sent down here to do
a story about the upcoming "game" you're going to play against the superbowl
champions. Susan immediately sensed the sarcasm in my tone but choose to say
nothing. Unstead she gave me a cryptic smile and simply said "good, would you
like to meet the rest of my team ? "

She introduced me to the seven other women that were working out there. I
conducted a brief interview with each of them and then asked, " where is the
rest of the team ? " To my surprise, this question was met with giggles from
the women that were there. Susan approached me and tweeked my nose. "Honey,
this IS the team ". I was flabbergasted. " You mean you're about to take on
the greatest team in the history of the National Football league with just
eight women ??? " Once again I was greeted with giggles from the women. Judy
approached me and said, " this one is cute Susan, can I have him after the
game ? " All of a sudden I began to feel very uncomfortable. " We'll see ",
Susan replied with a wink. Then she turned to me and said, " Mike honey, you
just don't understand.....but you will after tomorrow's game ". Again she
flashed me that cryptic smile...why did it make me feel so uneasy ? I sat
there for a few hours watching these magnificant women going through their
workout. "Are they serious ? ", I asked myself. Do these eight women really
think they stand a chance against the superbowl champs ? Every once in awhile,
Susan would look over at me and smile...a smile that made my hair stand on
edge. After they finished their workout, Susan approached me. " You'd better
get a good nights sleep handsome, tomorrow will be a day you'll never forget
". She kissed me on the cheek and, for the third time, flashed me that smile.
Tomorrow couldn't arrive soon enough...

End of part one.