Mixed Wrestling Taboo 2022

By Ken Phillips and Wanda Lea

Are you intrigued by female vs male wrestling, arm-wrestling and other related activities? Many people around the world are drawn to the battle of the sexes. When it comes to these physical, prideful contests, things tend to get very interesting. Men, generally speaking, expect to be stronger and tougher than women. Women, generally speaking, expect men to be the stronger gender. But times are changing. And there's another reason we are finally hearing more about female victories in these areas…We are starting to take the Taboo away!

The gap is closing as more and more women are lifting weight and learning self-defense. Plus, females defeating males at such traditionally-masculine activities is becoming less taboo and stories are traveling more easily between people on all continents. Women come out on top all the time, and we're starting to hear more about it. How many men will admit that their wife pinned them? How many women will embarrass their husband by talking about their victories? This is where our books come into play! More and more men and women are sharing their stories of female physical superiority at these traditionally male-dominated activities.

I (Ken) have been fascinated by strong women and females kicking male butt for decades. It's intriguing as hell and very sexy! I've connected with women who are willing to share their stories and open the door on this sometimes taboo topic.

If you love strong, skilled, dominant women that kick male butt, then this is for you! Please check out our other books as well. Welcome to the world of women kicking male butt!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken Phillips and Wanda Lea
• Release date: Feb 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201784690

Ken Phillips

I have been making friends with strong, skilled women for two decades. I have met dozens of these women and others I have gotten to know quite well over the phone or online. The women featured explain why they started learning to kick butt and their favorite moments as an Alpha-Female. It's MY passion and you'll see why I love it so much when you read this boo!

Book preview

Penny  5’5" 138lbs

From Penny:

When Slava asked me about doing this profile and sharing our experiences I was a bit surprised. While I know Slava has come to terms with his situation and it has become a positive in many ways, it remains, I’m sure, very devastating to his male ego.

Five years ago, I was a fifty-eight-year-old 5th-Degree Black Belt with over three dozen years of martial arts experience. I had also been active in some hard-core womens’ self-defense instructionals and in underground experiences. These included submission grappling, intergender submission grappling and some Dominatrix-style performances. Unfortunately for Slava, he only knew about my 4th-degree Black Belt and my role as 2nd Instructor/Tester. He could also tell, of course, that I was quite a bit older than him.

Slava was placed in a Monday/Wednesday/Sunday 6:00PM mini-session that lasted for two months. He had just moved to Jackson for graduate school and that was the placement that our lead instructor wanted. Slava was twenty-three-years-old at the time, a Black Belt and around 5’6" 145lbs.

Slava wanted to see if he could qualify for the higher-level Black Belt class, but he was denied. Our Lead Instructor, Kirono, said that he could do stand-up sparring, a series of drills and submission grappling with a member of the higher-level Black Belt class OR with me (I happened to be around at the time) and perhaps Kirono would change his mind.

Slava seemed like a shy guy and I assumed (correctly) that he had some small-man’s-syndrome. This means he’s physically small and looks for ways to counter that. He did not strike me as being a jerk at all. Slava said he’d try to advance to the top class and it would be fine to go with/against anyone.

I got my stand-up-fighting gear on and so did Slava. We didn’t say much and started off pretty aggressive. He wanted, obviously, to show Kirono his skills and I could never, ever let down! Being my size, my gender and my age, it was always top-tier effort for me!

We both threw big shots and neither one of us made much of an impact until I timed a punch at just the right moment. Slava completed a kick, I slipped to my left and tagged him on the jaw. He stumbled backward mightily. Keep in mind that we had a lot of protective gear on, but it still rocked him. But I didn’t think it was a big deal or a defining shot.

Slava slowed down his attack, clearly not wanting to get tagged like that again. This allowed me to haul off...And it got ugly!

I began kicking and punching Slava hard, fast and repeatedly. Kirono even told him he had to start doing something! Slava then picked up the pace but he seemed nervous. As we ended the 1st 4:00, Slava was sure he wanted to continue, so we rested and started back up.

Slava still looked nervous about throwing too many big shots, but he tried countering my body-kick with a combination. I got out of the way of his punch and I knew exactly when, where and how he wanted his kick to land. I side-stepped it and clocked him with a right foot to his jaw. Even with all the protective gear on, Slava stumbled. Kirono immediately removed his protective gear and made sure he wasn’t badly injured. His head really snapped upon impact and Slava staggered around looking drunk or nearly-KO’ed.

It was clear to me that although Slava was physically dazed, he was more embarrassed and edgy than he was hurt. I then overheard some back and forth between Kirono and Slava. They were discussing whether he could try grappling or drills or whether he wouldn’t be allowed to. IF he was allowed to continue, which would he be allowed to do?

Kirono came over to me and said he wants ten-minutes, that’s all he says he needs. Then he can grapple you, Penny. Is that okay? I don’t think he’s ready and I don’t think you do either, Penny. Put him away.

I was honored that Kirono felt that I could still kick a young man’s ass like this at grappling, but I also felt some pressure. I wasn’t so sure of my ability to bitch around this grown man on the mats.

Poor Slava. I took his head under my right arm after a thirty or forty second stand-off. I took a leap of faith and jumped up to body-scissor Slava. I was in the air with my legs around his lower rib cage and his head was firmly in my front face lock. I pulled down and I could feel Slava melting under the pressure. Slava had to head down to the mat and I simply tightened the grip with my legs and my right arm. After about fifteen or twenty seconds, I felt Slava tap my back. He was a goner.

Slava was clearly winded and holding his ribs. But he still asked, aloud, if he could have one more fall. Kirono said I don’t think that’s wise. But if it’s okay with Penny, we can have one more.

Slava needed a few minutes to gather his mind and his wind. He was all-in and managed to escape trouble for a couple minutes, which was impressive. But Slava must have known he was in over his head, because he didn’t make any sort of offensive moves against me until he tried locking my head and neck. Something about him lunging like that awoke the grand bitch inside of me.

I quickly flung my legs upward and trapped Slava’s head and right shoulder/arm in a vicious scissor-lock. I made a 4 with my legs and grabbed my own ankle for additional power. I twisted downward for extra torque that made it harder for Kirono to see Slava’s face. But as soon as he got a clear look he could see the poor guy’s glazed eyes. Just as Kirono was telling me to let go, Slava was desperatively tapping out.

I let go and Kirono immediately checked on Slava. She also let him know that he was absolutely done for the day but that was obvious. I waited for his cobwebs to clear before walking over to shake Slava’s hand. I told him that he’d do great once he puts in some hard work at the classes. I also made sure he understood that I am a very unusual woman and he isn’t the only male black belt that has been surprised after mixing it up with me.

From Slava;

Moving to a new area, I was glad that there was a very physical dojo nearby. Ironically enough, I got tired of all the non-aggressive older black belts at my previous dojo 450-miles away. When Kirono told me that I’d be sparring and grappling with Penny, I wasn’t thrilled. I didn’t want to hold back, yet here was a 50+ year old woman who didn’t look like Ms. Olympia or anything like that. But it took about twenty-seconds for me to realize that I was in for a potentially painful time. And later on, I’d learn that she actually does look like a stronger version of Ms. Olympia when wearing more revealing