BRANDI THE BODY CRUSHER

Reader's tale of how he met a video scissor queen and she crushed him to pulp in her 
mighty gams.

Matt and I had been in touch with each other by phone and through the mails for several 
years before I was able to arrange a trip to New York to meet him face to face. I was 
really excited about the trip and I was hoping that during the time I was there he would 
introduce me to some of the women that were in the Special Interest films.

When I arrived I phoned him and we agreed to meet for dinner that evening. As we talked 
over dinner he told me about some of the girls who were wrestling for him and then said 
they were having a session the following day if I wanted to come over and see the 
process in person. I readily accepted and was so excited that I got very little sleep that 
night. The next morning we met and he took me to the studio and introduced me to 
several of the girls. They were all very beautiful and looked even stronger in person than 
they did on the films, if that is possible.

At any rate, I asked Matt if he thought I could wrestle one of the girls. I told him I would 
sign a waiver, releases, anything; and that he could film it if he wanted and not pay me 
anything except a copy of the tape. He said that normally he didn't like to do that; but, in 
my case he would make an exception. He wanted me to wrestle with Brandi, a very cute 
5'6" woman; she was not muscular but looked solid and was very sure of herself. When 
Matt asked her if she would wrestle with me she looked me over and said, " he doesn't 
look like he can give me any competition; but I'll do it. I'll try to make him last long 
enough for you to get some film; but, I don't promise that I'll be able to. I mean the other 
guys who have been working out and are in great shape can't take my legs; I'll break this 
guy in half. But, if that's what you want I'm game. Come on, little man, maybe you can 
give me a little warm-up workout at least. "

I wasn't too sure what was going on as the other people there started to laugh and Brandi 
went into her stretching routine. I noticed that she was very limber and I could see the 
muscles in her legs harden; but I still thought she was just trying to scare me. We started 
out circling and checking each other out a little when Brandi stopped and raised her right 
hand, with her fingers spread in an invitation for us to lock hands in a test of strength. I 
thought for sure this girl was joking; so I locked grips with her and she slowly started to 
put on the pressure and soon I was on my knees looking up into her smiling face.

  " Man you're easy. I had a feeling that you were a wimp, and I was right. I'm going to 
really put you through some paces before I wipe you out. Now let me hear you beg me to 
stop, or I might end up breaking your wrist for you. "  I honestly begged her to stop; I 
knew that if she kept up the pressure, or increased it at all that she could in fact break my 
wrist.

 Brandi let go and stepped back a step or two. I slowly got back to my feet, shaking some 
circulation back into the hand. Before I knew what was happening she grabbed me in a 
headlock and gave one solid squeeze; before I could say or do anything she threw me 
over her hip onto the floor. Brandi then sat down next to me and rolled my midsection in 
between her legs in a scissors hold. She had one leg on my back and one across my 
stomach as she began to tighten the hold. Within a matter of seconds I was submitting. 
Brandi laughed and said, " You give up already ? I'm not even squeezing yet. All the 
males that I wrestle start giving up at this point and I'm not even using 1/4 of my 
strength." I had my hand on her thigh trying to move it off of me; it was hard as a rock. 
Then Brandi said, " I'm going to let you feel what it's like when I do squeeze. "  Brandi 
bit down with such instant pressure that I thought I was going to pass out. I became light 
headed and it became very difficult to breath. I was having a hard time submitting to this 
onslaught of strength. I was flopping around in agony like a fish out of water. Brandi was 
really having a good time watching me rapidly wearing down. She said, " now that's a 
squeeze. I'm still only using about 1/2 of my strength and it looks like you are fading fast. 
Let's see what happens when I add just a little more power to the hold. I'll bet you go out 
before you can even give up. " She was right; as soon as she increased the pressure I went 
down into the darkness of unconsciousness.


When I came to Brandi was really excited; she was strutting around my body and would 
walk over, straddle my body and go into a 'muscle pose'. She would place her foot on my 
chest and exclaim how easy it had been to wipe me out.  She was really pumped up and I 
was wasted; but, the show must go on. She raised me to my wobbly feet with a handful of 
hair and then effortlessly picked me up onto her shoulders and strutted around the room 
carrying me. She went into a spin and then very unceremoniously dumped me to the 
floor. Once again she lifted me by my hair onto my knees.

  " I realize that in your condition it is getting more difficult to talk and to think; so, from 
now on when you want to submit you just tap on my leg or my arm, which ever one I'm 
using at the time on you. I will stop when I'm ready to stop and not before; but, I want 
you to let me know when you're ready to give up. I hope that I can make you last a little 
longer so we can have a little footage; but you're so weak. I know that I'm strong, but this 
is ridiculous. "  She then placed my head between her calves and crushed my brains out 
with a standing head scissors. She would squeeze me until I was at the verge of passing 
out and then she would relax a little. I was frantically hitting on those hard as steel legs of 
hers and she was laughing and teasing me as she kept up the pressure. Mercifully, Brandi 
tired of this and released me from the hold. I fell in a heap at her feet.

 Brandi danced around for the camera, to keep some action going, as I was to wiped out 
to move. After a short time she strutted over and said,   " well, well, poor little weak 
male. I guess this woman is showing you what strength and power are all about. I think 
my strong legs have softened you up enough for my arms to tie you in a few knots. I'm 
going to knock you out with my arm strength; but, I want to twist you into a pretzel first. 
"  Having said this she began to put me through some more holds. She almost knocked 
me out with a full nelson; she crushed my tender neck with a side headlock; she had me 
on the verge of unconsciousness with a bear hug. She was having a great time working 
me over and twisting me anyway she felt like. I submitted to her time after time, to no 
avail; Brandi was going to keep up her beating of me until she decided I'd had enough.


After showing off for the camera and totally making mince meat out of me she decided to 
finish me off. She had told me she was going to knock me out with her strong arms, and 
she did. She almost gently put me into a side headlock and held me there as she turned 
me to face the camera;
" put your hand on my bicep and see if you can stay awake long enough to feel my 
muscle when I squeeze your scrawny neck." 

 She smiled at the camera and tensed her arms suddenly, and with such force that she 
knocked me unconscious before I could even start to submit. I came to several minutes 
later with Brandi still straddling my unconscious body. " Well, wimp, did you stay awake 
long enough to feel my arm muscle ? I doubt it. Now stand up here and feel my arm and 
leg muscles that so completely destroyed you. "

I got a copy of the tape; and, I'll tell you my body hurts all over again every time I watch 
what Brandi was able to do to me so easily. And they say women are 'the weaker sex'; I 
say Bull.