By the time you finish reading this, she’ll have filled a cavity, executed a Lockjaw, and flipped off a crowd that loves her for it. The woman who wields a dental drill by day and elbow drops by night isn’t just wrestling’s ultimate multitasker—she’s its beautiful contradiction.
Born in the Shadow of Groundhogs, Raised to Crack Skulls
Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania—where men in top hats wait for rodents to predict the weather, and one woman with a steel spine decided to escape the fog by drilling into it. Brittany Ann Baker was born April 23, 1991, to a schoolteacher and a healthcare executive, but she grew up like someone who knew the world would never hand her anything. She shot hoops, ran track, and learned early that hustle isn’t something you put on a résumé—it’s something you bleed.
She studied behavioral medicine like someone trying to understand the monsters before becoming one. While her classmates were partying, she was memorizing anatomy and perfecting hammerlocks. By the time she enrolled in the University of Pittsburgh’s Dental School, she already had one foot in the grave and the other in a wrestling ring. She graduated in 2018—with two doctorates and a left hook that could knock the plaque off your molars.
Wrestling School of Hard Knocks (2014–2019)
She trained under guys named Super Hentai and Marshall Gambino—men who sound like they should be running an underground fight club in a condemned arcade. They taught her the trade the way it’s meant to be learned: bruises instead of textbooks, failure instead of pep talks.
Her first match was in some sweaty Pennsylvania gym, and her opponent probably didn’t expect a smiley brunette to work them over like an unpaid debt. By 2016, she was taking squash matches on WWE TV and collecting indie belts like a bounty hunter with a grudge. She showed up at All In in 2018, outworked three other women, and still lost—but the crowd saw her. AEW saw her. The world saw her.
The First Lady of AEW
In 2019, Baker became the first woman signed to AEW. That’s not just history—that’s a ticking clock. She debuted at Double or Nothing like a woman possessed, not just by ambition but by spite. You could see it in the way she moved—like someone who wasn’t just fighting for something but against everything.
She was sweet at first. Too sweet. The kind of babyface that makes you wince. So she flipped it. Turned heel like a villain in a grindhouse flick. She tore into Tony Schiavone on live TV and suddenly, she wasn’t just Britt Baker—she was Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D., a title she made damn sure you wouldn’t forget. She was pompous, preening, brilliant. Her finisher, the Lockjaw, was a mandible claw with a side of middle finger.
Then came the bloodbath.
Thunder, Lightning, and the Lights Out Match
March 17, 2021: Dynamite. An unsanctioned, lights-out match against Thunder Rosa that looked more like a crime scene than a wrestling bout. Baker bled buckets, took thumbtacks to the spine, and kept smiling like someone who enjoys the pain more than the victory. She lost the match but gained immortality. People don’t remember the result—they remember the blood. They remember her raising her arms in victory while crimson soaked her teeth like she’d just flossed with barbed wire.
Gold, Glory, and a Dentist’s Precision
Two months later, she took the AEW Women’s World Title from Hikaru Shida at Double or Nothing. She became the face of a division that had finally found its backbone—and that backbone had perfect posture and a dental license.
For nearly a year, she held that title like it was the Holy Grail, cutting promos that dripped with sarcasm and arrogance. She wasn’t trying to be likable. She was trying to be unforgettable.
Alongside Jamie Hayter and Rebel, she built a faction that moved like a scalpel—precise, cold, and deadly. But every great run ends in pain. She dropped the belt to Thunder Rosa in a steel cage, the same woman who helped immortalize her with blood and barbed wire. The circle closed.
The Comeback Trail Is Paved in Broken Backs and Silent Rooms
After the loss, she didn’t vanish—she just simmered. Won the inaugural Owen Hart Tournament, flipped face again, and started feuding with Saraya and the misfits of the AEW women’s locker room. But by late 2023, the engine sputtered. Her body broke down like a ’73 Mustang left out in a snowstorm: two herniated discs, a torn hip labrum, and a mini stroke that stole the lights from behind her eyes. Wrestling doesn’t forgive. It barely waits.
She disappeared, and the AEW women’s division limped along without its snarling spine.
The Return, the Gold, and the Ghost of What Was
She came back at Forbidden Door in June 2024, interrupting Mercedes Moné like a wolf crashing a wedding. She looked leaner, meaner, and more dangerous—like someone who’d been to hell and found a way to keep a spare key. She picked fights with Moné and anyone else who thought her legacy had an expiration date.
But wrestling is chaos in a three-rope ring. After a scuffle with MJF’s girlfriend backstage, Britt got slapped with a suspension. The crowd was split—some cheered, some jeered—but no one ignored her. And that’s the point.
The Bruised Role Model
Britt Baker is a paradox in knee pads. She’s a dentist who curb-stomps people and a wrestler who lectures about gum health. She’s the hero who makes you wince, the villain you want to succeed. Her promos are equal parts smug brilliance and brittle vulnerability—like Bukowski with a better smile and a dental chair in the garage.
She says she’s a role model. Maybe she is. Maybe she’s just a cautionary tale with great boots and a scalpel-sharp tongue. Either way, she made pro wrestling a little smarter, a little meaner, and a hell of a lot more interesting.
And when she says “D.M.D.,” you damn well listen.