Cynara, of course, was the "Living Legend",
the sport's first champion, having twice beaten Denise for the
crown, and going on to defend it successfully against the likes
of Molly, Scarlet and Jenny. The willowy blonde from Los Angeles
quickly became SRW's most popular wrestler.
The brunette newcomer Salome had been recruited by
a handful of wealthy New York aficionados who, with a $35,000
war chest, trained Salome with one purpose: To conquer Cynara.
A psychological assault was launched on Cynara, as
Salome's debut match against a veteran wrestler named Gail was
promoted as a warm-up for the champion.
"I'll humiliate Gail," Salome declared,
"and earn my reputation. When I batter her into oblivion,
my name will be famous throughout the sport. And I want Cynara
to know and fear me when our time comes."
And Salome did indeed triumph over Gail. Cynara
immediately recognized Salome as a valid contender, and agreed
to a match. But how much psychological damage Salome's triumph
did to the Champ was debatable. Still, the brunette now had her
shot at the crown.
There were rumors that Cynara was preparing to retire,
quitting at the peak of her career, undefeated, and ascending
into lore as the sport's first and greatest legend. Capping off
her run with a victory over Salome, now tauted as her greatest
challenge, would be the crown jewel of her career, and a finale
fit for a Hollywood epic.
Still, the champion took nothing for granted, and
undertook an exhaustive physical training regimen in preparation
for the match. When asked of her strategy, Cynara answered tersely,
"I wrestle to win."
Salome has always been a solemn woman, rarely speaking
unless forced to.
Even then, she only makes short pronouncements intended
to terrorize her foes: "I don't care what happens,"
she declared, "as long as I win. That's all that matters.
Being an apartment house wrestler, being the center of attention
in front of the most marvelous men alive, is all that matters
to me. To be the focus of their desire for even an hour is to
know a power beyond all others. It's a power," she concludes
coldly, "I intend to keep."
Like a tawny tigress, her fabulous body a rippling
study in powerful grace, Cynara was the first to enter the living
room. She never looked more magnificent as she strode out into
the middle of the floor, clad in a black string bikini. Her lithe
muscles, tensed for action, made her seem like a splendid lioness
poised for the hunt. No comparison or description of Cynara entering
a room for combat can do her justice.
Whereas Cynara is glorious, Salome is dangerous.
She seems to slither into a room, her eyes taking in her opponent.
Her undeniable beauty goes through some strange change when confronted
with her foe. She is no less beautiful, but her loveliness is
underlined by a cruelty which is unmistakable. The brunette wore
a custom-made pink two-piece joined at the navel by 14k gold rings,
a gift from her benefactors.
Cynara's eyes were two slits of hatred as she saw
Salome enter the room. The brunette slithered into view with
leopard grace. Her long legs seemed to let her glide across the
carpet as she came within a foot of her opponent. The room was
cloaked in silence as the two women stared into each other's eyes,
trying to penetrate the veneer of confidence to find the fear.
Just watching them size each other up made every man's pulse
Dave Moll, the organizer of apartment wrestling,
finally brought everyone back to the business at hand by stepping
between the two girls and announcing, "This match will be
two out of three falls. The winner will be designated the new
apartment house wrestling champion." He smiled and added,
"The loser will have our undying gratitude. Ladies...begin!"
As if shot from a cannon, the wrestlers leaped at
each other. Crashing together, they grunted as contact was made
and their entwined bodies fell to the carpet. Kicking and clawing,
they formed a blur of wondrous flesh and muscle.
They were a flurry of limbs as the battling grew
furious. Separating, the girls sprang to their feet. Then Cynara,
her blue eyes flaming with excitement, drove her knee hard into
Salome's groin. The brunette doubled over and Cynara grabbed
her in a headlock.
The brunette squirmed and struggled to free herself
from the blonde's powerful grasp. Weakened by agony, her punches
into Cynara's mid-section and back were unable to force the hold
broken. It was the champion herself, trying to go for a quick
pin, who broke the hold.
Cynara attempted to roll Salome over on her back.
However, overanxious, she used so much force that both girls
went tumbling across the carpet. Salome was free and determined
to turn the match around.
With the force of a crazed jungle cat, Salome ran
at her foe's mid-section, forcing the blonde beauty to topple
to the carpet. However, her supremacy was short-lived. Expertly,
Cynara's long legs wrapped themselves like snakes around their
victim and twisted Salome around. The stunned brunette couldn't
defend against this lightning turn of events and was helpless
to avoid the first fall. Cynara leaped on her opponent, pinning
her foe with the weight of her body. The champion was ahead,
one to nothing.
Salome knew she could now afford no mistakes. At
the start of the second fall, she came out feet flying, catching
the over-confident champion unawares. Again and again she drove
the balls of her feet hard into Cynara's belly and groin. This
time she made sure her victim was sufficiently weakened before
Cynara's magnificent body grew limp from the punishment, and for the first time ever she looked helplessly frail while unsuccessfully trying to ward off the blows. Slowly she sank to her knees, her fiery eyes turned glassy and dull.
Cynara toppled on her back, inviting Salome to pin
her. But the brunette was taking no chances. Leaping high into
the air, turning her body into a beautiful missile of torment,
she came crashing down on the weakened champion. Cynara couldn't
hold back the cry of agony. Salome then spread the weight of
her body upon her blonde victim.
The match was tied.
Cynara's excellent conditioning came to her rescue. Somehow, she shook the pain from her body like a duck shakes off water. Caught off-guard, she had been badly beaten. However, that was past. A champion looks only to the future.
For more than 15 savage minutes the two girls battled
to become the apartment house wrestling champion. Their bodies
were twisted and pounded. They absorbed more punishment than
any human being should be made to suffer. Yet they took it and
came back, determined to pound each other senseless.
Salome's hands flicked out with lightning speed,
grabbing Cynara's bikini top and tearing it off with a strong
yank. She then turned the garment into a weapon, cruelly wrapping
it around the blonde's alabaster throat. As Cynara struggled
to freedom, she also ripped away the brunette's halter. Before
long, the pair had torn their panties to shreds, leaving their
magnificent bodies nude. The spectators gave out an audible sigh
For the longest time, neither girl could gain an
advantage. While one would manage to send her foe to the carpet,
the victim would cannily escape before becoming overwhelmed.
The two warriors, their bodies glistening with sweat, continued
to battle with unabated ferocity, hoping her foe would make the
slightest error she could capitalize on for victory.
However, not even these two could maintain such an
inhuman pace forever. Near the end, their breath came short and
hard. Their firm breasts sagged as their shoulders hunched over
from exhaustion. Neither beauty was too sure on her feet, nor
could either mount a sustained attack. Cynara would catch her
foe from behind, wrenching her arm almost from the socket with
a hammerlock. The next instant however, Salome would have Cynara
flat on her back, twisting the blonde's legs in the hope of tearing
a hamstring muscle. Cynara would then escape and retaliate, and
the fight see-sawed for long minutes.
And so they battled on, until Cynara grabbed Salome
from behind, wrapping an arm across the brunette's throat in a
bid to choke her into submission. But the blonde was off-balance,
and Salome, grabbing her foe by the hair, flipped her over her
shoulder. Cynara landed hard on the carpet, her head smacking
the wall with a dull thud. Salome stepped back a few feet to
gather the last vestiges of her waning strength for a final assault.
A special excitement filled the penthouse. Cynara
was obviously hurt, far more than at any time in her fabulous
career. The battle had left her exhausted, and the blow on the
skull had made her dizzy. Still, she forced herself to rise.
Her magnificent lithe legs were wobbling from weakness, barely
able to support her weight. Her arms hung heavy at her sides.
Salome knew she was only seconds away from winning.
Yet she found herself at the last moment watching, like everyone
else, this splendid creature trying to regain her power, her cunning.
As she struggled against doom, Cynara was at her most magnificent.
However, even the most famous of all apartment house
wrestlers, the sport's first champion, cannot win against all
odds. Salome drove a kick hard into Cynara's groin, and the blonde
crashed onto her back with a yowl of agony. Smugly, the brunette
planted her foot upon Cynara's chest, pinning her. Cynara moaned
in protest and squirmed feebly in defiance, but it was a hollow
gesture. Three seconds later there was a new apartment house
As Salome basked in her glory, Cynara...groggy, sobbing, beaten but head held high...staggered back to her bedroom. There was an admiring silence for this fantastic warrior, even from those who had wagered a small fortune against her. As the door closed on the beaten woman, the spectators realized they had just seen the end of apartment wrestling's golden era.
There was a terrific demand for Cynara to meet Salome
in a rematch, but the blonde disappointed the fans by announcing
her retirement. Shortly thereafter, she married a wealthy publisher
and moved to Europe. Nearly a decade later, writing to Moll,
she addressed for the first time publicly her opinion on her defeat.
"I must have thought about it a thousand times,"
she wrote, "and I still can't figure out how I lost. I don't
care if it sounds like I'm bragging. but Salome didn't deserve
to beat me. She never was the wrestler I was. I don't believe
in luck, so I won't say she got lucky."
"People ask me if I'd ever want to wrestle Salome
again. Apartment wrestling is behind me. I have no desire to
get back. Still, if Salome challenged me directly, I don't know.
I don't know if I could turn away."