Apartment House Wrestling: The Dark Side

A lot of folks know about the apartment wrestling

craze of the 70s and 80s, and love like I did. But

they only know the public side. As viscious and

erotic as the published matches were they didn't show

everything, nor did they even remoely compare with the

post-match activities of women like Helene, Cynara,

Valerie, and the others, or, indeed, with their

underground matches. The women were wild. Most of

them were were accomplished sexfighters and loved

nothing more than dominating their opponents. I was

Dave Moll's assistant during those years. I took care

of arranging and booking the matches, including the

ones I'm about to tell you about. Now, where I should

I begin?

Char vs. Bella: The Finish

Both women were spectacular street-fighting beauties

who'd come to destroy the other and in the process

pleasure herself at her opponent's expense. Char, the

arrogant bitch from the unemployment office glowed in

her brown, satin bikini and bra set, trimmed with

white lace. She sneered arrogantly at Bella. Who did

that freeloader think she was?

Bella nervously looked over Char. she was nervous,

but not fearful. Dressed in a matching, navy satin

bra and panties she was ready. Like the best battles

this one was a seesaw struggle, with one gorgeous

grappler gaining the upper hand only to be driven

back. Safe to say, most of the men were sporting wood

and a few of the women present were squirming

deliciously in their seats.

Here's what the magazine didn't tell you. Bella

flipped Char over her shoulder, stunning the arrogant

beauty. As Char lay there, breathing heavily, coated

in sweat, Bella climbed atop her and put her in a

grapevine, wrapping and locking her own sweaty,

luscious thighs around before Char's, immobilizing

her. Like her victim, Bella was exhausted. Unlike

her victim, she had the willpower to continue.

The blue-bikinied beauty tightened her grapevine

bringing a cry of anguish from her satin-wrapped

victim, as the dominatrix in Bella took over. Bella

squeezed and straightened her legs with all her might

while wrapping her slick arms around Char's head and

smothering her between her breasts. Char struggled

heroically, but to no avail. She swatted at Bella's

taut ass and clawed at the sweat-soaked, blue satin

clinging tightly to Bella's lovely ass muscles. Char

dragged her fingernails, albeit weakly, down Bella's

back as she squirmed and slid underneath her

tormentor. Bella focused and concentrated her effort,

increasing the pain, suffocating her foe, and slowly,

roughly, grinding her satiny pussy into Char's.

Char cried out that she surrendered, but Bella would

have none of it. She continued her erotic domination,

releasing Char from her sweet, sweaty breasts, pinning

the defeated woman's arms to ground while glaring at

her prey. Char's arrogance had turned to fear, and

Bella reveled in it. She was now the arrogant,

domineering bitch-goddess; she would have her due.

The audience was hushed. All you could hear was the

sound of Char's pleading, mixed with her moaning, her

fighting back the sobs she wanted to release, Bella's

animal grunts, and the soft, swishing sound of

satin-clad pussy against satin-clad pussy.

Bella lowered her glowing face to Char's face, roughly

grabbed the chesnut-haired vixen's head, and pulled

Char's face to her own. Bella thrust her tongue down

Char's throat, fucking her mouth with it, using her

tongue like a cock, and dominating her. Char's

struggle only aroused Bella who responded with a firm

slap across Char's face, a laugh, and a growl as she

tongue-fucked her victim, wrapping her arms around,

and began gropping her. Bella especially seemed to

enjoy Char's ass. She rolled her Char atop her,

pulled the brown bikinis up Char's ass, and

alternately swatted and massaged both cheeks.

Bella through the defeated beauty off of her, sat

across Char's thighs, and began pinching Char's

nipples through the brown satin. Bella massaged

Char's small, shapely, firm tits. She plucked the

nipples so that they peeked out from the top of Char's

sweaty bra. Char was quietly sobbing and convulsing.

this bnoth enraged and delighted Bella, who slid her

tight ass forward and held it above Char's face.

Bella lowered her head, and in a low, sultry voice

said "fuck my pussy, bitch." Bella slid her bikini to

the left and deftly lowered her moist pussy on Char's

waiting mouth.

Bella grabbed Char's hair and yanked the beaten

woman's face deeper into her waiting, ravenous twat.

Bella rode Cahr's face face like a jockey on a

thoroughbred at Churchill Downs, while ocassionally

pinching, twisting, and pulling her own nipples and

Char's.

Bella reversed her position, reached forward and

cruelly yanked Char's bikini between her moist pussy

lips. Char moaned and writhed. Bella was approaching

an orgasm, but she wanted humiliate her victim just a

bit more. She brought Char to the point of orgasm,

but stopped. Alternately rubbing, pinching, slapping,

and fingering the beaten woman through her satin

bikinis, Bella would let Char thrash wildly, and then

stop, bringing the beaten woman to another level of

agony.

Bella finally had enough. She forced Char to her

hands and knees and roughly thrust her pussy into

Char's tight, tiny rump, and humped her bikini-clad

ass. The room was filled with the smell of sex,

violence, sweat, and perfume. Bella's sopping pussy

slammed and ground its way toward bliss. Bella

slapped Char on the ass while pulling her hair back,

and ordering her "use that ass and make me happy."

Char responded, and ground her ass into Bella's cunt.

Sweaty satin against sweaty satin. Bella slid her

left hand down and around Char's thigh, up under

Char's tight, soaking bikini, and started fingering

the woman once more. Both amazons exploded savagely

and simultaneously. Char broke down and curled into a

ball while Bella stood, rested her foot on Char's ass,

asked her, "who's my bitch?"