I am going to Combine fantasy with reality.  Basing the Character on 

Cynara caught my interest as she, Sports Review Wrestling and the 

pseudo Apartment Circuit no doubt left a lasting impression.  

Ah if it was only true and the matches were not faked. 

My fascination much like yours is a test of strength and wills, but they 

take place in the course of a wrestling match, not the tests you've 

setup. However I don't like it to be reduced to blood, cat-fights or 

death (as you have intimated in your set-up to the re-match with Nikki).  

With more wrestling, that includes tests of strength and endurance to be 

included in the stories.  Also my fantasy match includes a competition 

against a person whose made videos and is acknowledged as one of the 

best in wrestling. I am going to combine these aspects in to a story.  

Hope you like it and find a place for it. 

At the end I am going do an epilogue explaining my thoughts as to the 

match and some of the aspects of the story and why I wrote what I did. 

Cynara – The Chronicle Continues 

By now the pattern had established itself.  Periods of rigorous training 

as Cynara wondered when the next Challenge would present itself.  

Awaiting the next battle with Nikki filled her with a feeling of immense 

anticipation and dread.  The first match was too dangerous and bloody in 

retrospect.  The need to win greater then ever before.  Was she ready 

for the rematch?  Rematches were never good.  Usually more brutal and 

dangerous then the first time.  Always something to prove.  And when it 

would be, Cynara did not know.  Nikki the puppet master controlled 

the strings.  

Cynara had invested in a home gym a while ago.  She no longer liked 

the Health Club.  Too many eyes watching, another Challenge lurking.  

She did go 3 times a week to use the heavy equipment and to do 3 

aerobics classes back to back to back to keep sharp and test herself.  

The Aerobics teachers would resent her for this and would all try to 

push her to exhaustion.  It did not work.  However she did much of the 

training alone at home. 

No she was not paranoid, she knew long ago that as the best everyone 

wanted her.  This was just another challenge.  Day by day she grew 

stronger  more confident that Nikki shouldn't test her again.  She told 

herself that as each test was administered by Nikki and her pack, and 

she won, the longer Nikki would hold off.  

It had been two months since her last challenge and she was ready for 

another.  It didn't take long for it to present itself.  

Beatrice Goffin the European Champion had been dogging Cynara for a 

while and  she had watched her progress carefully.  Beatrice was smart, 

she would challenge each of Cynaras victims and make a point of 

beating them worse then Cynara had.  She was single minded in her 

quest to be the world apartment wrestling Champion. 

She had heard of Cynara's brutal match with Nikki and searched her 

out shortly afterwards.  Her simple rule was that they wrestle.  Pain 

was in the holds employed and the strength of one's limbs.  No punching, 

knees or kicks.  She destroyed women by sucking the air out of them or 

putting limbs to the breaking point to elicit her submissions.  Her and 

Nikki had fought for over an hour before gaining a submission. It was 

then that Nikki took her under her wing to prepare her for Cynara. 

This time the Challenge was much more straight-forward and Cynara was 

unaware of Nikki's involvement.  Her promoter had called excitedly.  Was 

Cynara prepared to fly to Belgium to meet Beatrice the European 

Champion in a series of tests to crown a Champion.  The money put 

forward by a consortium was more then Cynara had ever been offered. 

Money was no longer an issue with Nikki's nest egg, it was the contest 

that counted.  It was interesting the difference of fighting in private 

one on one as she had done with Nikki, Louise and Dorothy and then 

fighting for the gratification of the rich and powerful men.  To lose 

privately was one thing you had to personally live with.  To lose in 

public and possibly to be humiliated was yet another.  

Cynara had seen videos where Beatrice would humiliate her foe, not 

release a hold after a submission and even where she had her sexual way 

with a foe.  This she didn't approve of, but accepted as a by product of 

this often brutal sport.  Beatrice however did not cheat or lower 

herself to the gutter by resorting to dirty tactics.  That and Bea's 

reputation, strength and her reputed pain threshold were respected. 

The series of tests were three described in the letter forwarded by her 

promoter.  Only the promoters of Bea, Cynara the combatants and of 

course Nikki knew what would be involved.  The first was a bearhug 

contest with the two to be bound .  The second would be a. simultaneous 

head-scissors contest.  The final contest would be wrestling, submission 

only.  The first to win three of five contests the winner. Obviously the 

first two were single matches making the wrestling a possible 2 out of 3 

fall affair.  The rest periods would be 45 minutes between the first two 

contests, masseurs and chiropractors available to administer any relief 

between the contests. A 30 minute rest between wrestling falls.  The 

backers were promised a match of a lifetime and one that would test the 

two like never before. If one could not continue the vanquished would be 

the loser. 

Cynara was looking forward to this.  

Beatrice was unlike her previous foes.  Though much the same size, she 

did not possess the classic beauty of the others.  Her body was 

stockier, her features rougher, the look was almost nasty.  It was just 

another reason she enjoyed beating these pampered beauties.  Though she 

had defeated the lovely Nikki, she wanted her again (this time sexually).  

First though she wanted to destroy Cynara and be the one to shatter the 

legend. 

Two weeks later the two were facing each other. It was then that the 

assembled were told of the proceedings as they entered the Belgium 

Castle the match was to take place in. 

The two approached for the first Challenge, the bearhug.  As their 

hardened nipples touched they kept their eyes focussed blocking out the 

excitement the two felt.  Both were wearing bikinis.  Cymbaine a white 

simple bikini, a simple panty not to hinder her or give Bea any 

advantage.  Bea her famous tiger striped bikini accentuating her feline 

graceful body. 

A rope was placed around their waste, not tightly so as there'd be no 

escape and the match was signaled started.  The matches had been 

carefully thought out.  First a match testing arms and abs, a slow 

excruciating test that would sap the two.  Second a match to test their 

legs and will.  After the rest they'd wrestle and all rules would be 

thrown out, it would be a thinking woman's match. 

The two squeezed, their fingers interlocked behind their foe's back. 

They knew that the first off their feet or on the ground would be lost.  

Only a submission would end the match and if your arms slipped you would 

have to reapply.  Any attempt to trip, scratch if your grip was broken 

was forbidden.  The two knew this and would not vary from these rules.  

They stared in each others eyes, searing, betraying no emotion as they 

squeezed.  Being the same size they would be no leaverage advantage.  

Five minutes passed quickly as the two conserved their energy.  They 

took turns increasing pressures and then loosening.  It was important 

not to cramp.  This was a true test of attrition.  Ten, fifteen, then 

twenty minutes passed.  The two seemed able to keep it up forever.  

Cynara knew better, her belly ached and her arms were sore.  She was 

trying to keep the eye contact, but was starting to find it more and 

more difficult.  Looking in Bea's eyes she saw hatred and could not 

discern any pain or fighting the hold.  She knew she couldn't hold 

for much longer and longed for a break, but she refused to stop or 

release.  Her ribs and abs burned. 

Beatrice was in pain, but she ignored as she felt Cynara weaken.  She 

slowly felt Cynara being lifted off the ground.  And she smiled.  She 

felt Cynara's grip loosen and then go loose.  She then squeezed 

tighter as she lifted Cynara.  Cynara tried vainly to reapply her 

hold, but being off the ground it was almost over.  Her hope was that 

Bea couldn't keep her hoisted.  However the grip was too tight and she 

couldn't battle it much longer.  There was more to this match then the 

bearhug, and Cynara knew it was far from over.  She was scared as her 

ribs burned.  Losing was not something she was accustomed to and saying 

the words were not easy. 

"I submit"  she whispered. 

Beatrice asked her to say it louder, as she kept squeezing. 

"I…Submit" 

"Say Please" was the response. 

"Please." 

Beatrice held for thirty seconds longer before dropping Cynara to the 

Ground, she wanted the victory to be understood and her superiority to 

be recognized by all watching.  She did not look back as she confidently 

strode to her room for the break.  She was tired and sore, to be expected.  

But she knew Cynara was worse and that made her smile. 

Cynara welcomed the release and lay not moving for a minute.  

Breathing heavily.  The audience watching from behind a one way glass 

did not know what to make as they excitedly pondered the round one 

victory of their European Champion. 

She slowly rose and made her way to her room.  She looked forward to 

some therapy and time to Contemplate what had just happened.  She had 

heard plenty about Beatrice but was not prepared for the power she had 

been just subjected to.  All the training and work would have to be 

mustered if she was to prevail.      

The rest was needed.  Arms were massaged and the two stretched to 

relieve the kinks.  They both reflected and knew the match was far from 

over. Beatrice was closer, but still there had to be two more victories. 

The two were summoned and faced each other once again.  Silently they 

approached each other and Beatrice whispered something  that made Cynara 

turn away for the briefest of moments.  Cynara with greater and greater respect 

for Beatrice was slowly feeling a new emotion. She did not like this woman. 

The two got down on their sides and slid their body around so as there 

head was near the other's thighs.  They placed their head in between 

each other's legs and waited for the darkness that would encapsulate 

them momentarily.  This hold had to be properly applied and each 

respected each other so as  neither would have a distinct advantage when 

they began.  They got as comfortable as they could and acknowledged to 

one another they were prepared. 

Then they squeezed.  This would be much shorter then the previous yet 

more dangerous.  The pressure against each others head was worse then 

any migraine.  If you could keep the pressure up with your legs you had 

to worry about keeping from blacking out.  This contest was unlike 

wrestling where you'd attempt to find a way out. There was no way out.  

The two of you would continue until one tapped out.  For this a single 

person joined to see who gave first. 

The pressure was building in both females.  Sweat slowly formed.  The 

two continued to squeeze.  Two minutes passed and you could hear muffled 

sounds.  Here is where Cynara's aerobic and cardiovascular training 

should have paid off.  She could barely breath, her nose and mouth being 

clamped shut.  But she was beginning to feel a heady serenity as she 

tried to keep her mind alert.  

Beatrice meanwhile was in similar staits, unbeknownst to Cynara she knew of 

this Challenge long before Cynara and had trained specifically for 

it.  Four minutes had now passed and she wondered if the training had 

paid off.  She wanted to tap out, the pain was so high, but her hand 

betrayed her.  She relied on yogic breathing exercises she had learned.  

If one could see her eyes they would have realized they had rolled back 

into her head as she was in a trance.  She wouldn't know when to tap. 

Cynara was finished and she knew it her legs were about to give 

before she blacked out.  She did not feel Beatrice's legs come apart at the 

exact moment hers did.  Neither had submitted, yet the two just lay there 

motionless.  The only movement was the rising of the two's chests. 

After four minutes the two as if by command started to move and slowly 

they moved to sitting positions. 

Without a word, they got up and left the room, neither sure who had won the challenge.

This was not something the organizers had planned for.  A tie.  As the 

two received rub downs and tried to recover they were approached as to 

the new change.  The wrestling would continue until one had three 

victories.  Beatrice had 1, thus needed 2 more, with Cynara requiring 

3 wrestling submissions. 

The 45 minute rest was extended to an hour.  Still not long for the two 

combatants.  However they accepted the knock on the door beckoning them. 

The two returned to the padded mat.  Their stares gave no indication as 

to any discomfort the two felt from their first two challenges.  They 

just stared straight ahead.  They approached, with Beatrice taunting 

Cynara saying in her broken english "stop now and I won't hurt you".  

Cynara ignored her and with hands in her hip strode purposely 

forward.  Again they touched and the electricity was renewed.  Their 

nipples stood erect behind their tops as energy raced through their 

bodies.  Neither backed down as they again sized each other up.  

With wrestling, now skill would enter the equation along with the 

opportunity to test each other, leg on leg, arm to arm, will against 

will, endurance vs. endurance.  Then Beatrice pushed Cynara back and 

stepped back.  She allowed Cynara to steady herself before she dove 

at Cynara driving her shoulder into Cynara's midsection forcing 

her to the ground.  She was lightning quick as she wrapped her arms 

around Cynara's neck and squeezed as she forced her head to the mat, 

and her body laid out flat on her stomach. 

Cynara had been prepared for the attack but not the strength.  She 

had expected Beatrice to be slower and weaker from the previous 

contests.  At this point that did not seem to be.  The headlock was 

tightly gripped and she felt as if she was back in the neck scissors.  

Beatrice had been prepared and knew to go after what should be the 

weakest point, that which was exploited earlier.  

Cynara tried to regroup and stay alert.  A headlock while painful 

will not elicit a submission in this position and she knew that she'd 

wait for Beatrice to make the next move. Beatrice was also aware and was 

preparing for her next assault. 

She tried to twist Cynara's head in an attempt to raise her from her 

stomach and to clamp a body scissors.  As she twisted, Cynara reacted 

quickly, rolling with her and wriggling herself free.  Once free she 

scurried away from Beatrice. 

Standing, the two faced each other again and were at each other again, 

throwing their bodies against one another and forcing each other to the 

ground.  They battled back and forth, in what appeared reckless abandon, 

but was actually a controlled ferocity between two incredibly strong, 

powerful and smart adversaries.  Each searched for a weakness yet was 

unable to find one.  For every hold there seemed a counter.  Back and 

forth they went for 10 minutes, no advantage lasting more then 10-15 

seconds.  It was a fascinating exchange that seemed to have no end.  

Then they separated. 

The two kicked away, breathing heavily they stood feet apart. 

A smiled was apparent on Beatrice's face.  She was enjoying this.  So 

was Cynara.  The only difference was she still had not enjoyed an 

advantage and she knew psychologically she was being beaten.  It was 

time for her to attack.  She faked a move to Beatrice's legs and instead 

grabbed Beatrice's arm jerking her violently around and throwing her to 

the ground.  She planted a knee in Beatrice's and pulled back.  Beatrice 

screamed in pain and twisted as Cynara expected.  This allowed 

Cynara to drop on to Beatrice back and snake her arm beneath her 

armpits and apply full-nelson.  Finally she was the one in the dominant 

position and Beatrice would feel it.  She pulled back as Beatrice 

attempted to keep her neck and head firmly on the ground.  She knew if 

Cynara was successful, Beatrice's back would be open to great pain 

and Cynara was trying to move her into position to apply a leg-

scissors.  She had to find an opening.  Cynara had Beatrice in 

discomfort but was no closer to a submission.  She was slow and 

meticulous in her attempt to move Beatrice and not opening herself up to 

any counter. 

She was not prepared for the sheer strength Beatrice was using as she 

forced herself to her knees, and despite the pain was able to get to her 

feet.  Cynara still held the full-nelson tightly but both were on 

their feet now.  Like a rag doll Cynara was jerking Beatrice side to 

side. 

"Submit" she asked. 

Beatrice just gritted her teeth.  Finally she brought her arms up and 

with all her strength she pulled down, breaking Cynara's hold. 

Free she turned to face Cynara and dove at Cynara's legs grabbing 

her at the knees and sending her backwards.  

She grabbed Cynara by the wrists pulling them above her head.  Moving 

with lightning speed she clamped her thighs around Cynara waist and 

squeezed.  Cynara was trapped in a body scissors.  Beatrice held on 

to her wrist while increasing the pressure.  Cynara's abs burned as 

Beatrice kept up the pressure for a full minute without loosening the 

grip.  Her ribs burned, her breath was short, but Cynara blocked out 

the pain.  Beatrice continued to pull on Cynara's arm threatening to 

pull it from the socket.  Cynara was in trouble and she knew it.  She 

had to change the momentum. 

When Beatrice loosened the grip around the waist Cynara twisted her 

hips in order to relieve the pressure.  Once this was done she moved to 

release her wrist.  Beatrice renewed her scissors trying to get 

Cynara back down. Cynara however was intent on breaking the hold 

and though quietly sobbing ignored the pain as she worked to extricate 

herself.  It was not simple it took five minutes of slow diligent work 

before she was able to work her way out.  When Beatrice knew she could 

no longer hold her down she smartly let go and scrambled away. 

It was taking shape as a great chess match would.  The two battling for 

position yet knowing when to retreat or move sideways.  The two now 

sweating profusely again stared at each other waiting for the next move.  

They circled flicking hands looking for an opening, slapping at open 

flesh waiting for someplace to grab hold of .  It was Cynara who 

bulled in and grabbed Beatrice around the waist lifting her and throwing 

her to the ground while maintaining the grip around Beatrice's waist. As 

they fell she twisted so as that she was sitting on Beatrice's back and 

grabbed Beatrice by the chin and pulled. She was again exploiting 

Beatrice's neck muscle as with the full nelson.   She had her now in a 

camel clutch.  Beatrice was in trouble and tried to fight back.  Her 

neck muscles strained against the pressure that Cynara was exerting.  

She tried to get to her knees but Cynara would rise and bring her bum 

down on the small of Beatrice's back forcing her onto her stomach.  

Beatrice tried to reach back, but Cynara was prepared and kept her 

distance. 

Cynara held on as if her life depended on it.  The fall to this point 

had taken much out of her and she wanted it over.  Now.  She asked 

Beatrice, trying to sound confident. 

"Had enough" 

No answer.  

She pulled harder her muscles taut and sinewy, Beatrice's neck couldn't 

bear the pressure any longer, and her back was now arched.  

Beatrice sneered through clenched teeth " This isn't over, I'll give you 

this one" 

Beatrice was smart this was only one fall, brains took the better part 

of valor.  Cynara needed two more submissions.  

Cynara upon hearing the words released the hold.  She was spent and 

could not exert much longer.  The words from Beatrice came shortly 

before she would have had to release the hold.  

Rolling off Beatrice she forced herself to her feet.  She walked the 

short steps to her room for a much needed rest. 

Beatrice slapped the mat.  She was upset at conceding but had done what 

she felt was right.  The rest would be good and she felt her strength 

returning already.  She may have been able to break the hold but she did 

not know how long it would take or the pain involved.  She could not 

risk injury at this point.  Only the final submission counted and there 

was time. 

The audience was in awe of what they were witnessing.  The two had 

wrestled 55 minutes 'til Beatrice's reluctant submission.  And there was 

much more to come. 

There was a buzz in the audience as this was more then any expected.  

They had seen or heard so much of the two foes yet had never witnessed 

the resolve, the purpose or the skill the two brought.  They were 

bringing the best out of each other.  The hors d'oeurves, the fine 

surroundings, meticulously chosen wines and spirits only heightened what 

had already been an incredible evening.  The bets had grown as the two 

proved more then even. 

The two once again returned looking fresh again.  They approached 

cautiously as they had before, with renewed respect for their opponent 

and a fiery determination.  For what seemed like minutes they just 

circled neither sure or willing to make the first move.  

Cynara decided she was ready for another test, she raised her arms 

with her fingers spread.  The simplest of tests that Beatrice 

immediately understood and accepted.  Finger clasped and then they 

simultaneously dug their shoulders in.  Their teeth's gritted as the 

pressure was increased.  Sweat again appeared as neither budged.  

Seconds turned into minutes as neither moved, two incredibly even 

amazons,  neither ready to give an inch, neither expecting one. 

Suddenly as it began Beatrice yanked her arms away, enough of this test 

she wanted to fight and catching Cynara slow to react she grabbed her 

head and in one fluid move flipped her over her hip.  She was on her and 

was methodical in her movements, looking to inflict as much pain as 

possible.  Quickly she moved from the headlock and applied a body 

scissors.  Along with the side body scissors she grabbed Cynara's arm 

threatening to pull it from the shoulder socket.  Cynara rolled and 

twisted, but her movements seemed slow and laboured.  Beatrice noticed 

that and continued to work on the her abs alternating pressure points, 

increasing and decreasing her squeeezes to short painful bursts to 

maximize the pain.  Cynara had to not only try to extricate herself 

from the scissors, but battle Beatrice who was wrenching her arm at the 

same time.  

Beatrice did not let up and as Cynara tried to extricate her arm she 

was unprepared as Beatrice shifted positions and snaked her arms under 

Cynara's armpits and around her neck.  It was her turn to apply a 

full-nelson, all the while maintaining the body scissors.  Cynara's 

face contorted in pain as she tried to escape the hold. Beatrice leaned 

back and increased the pressure. Cynara tried to slip out of the 

full-nelson by first trying to stretch her arms out straight and squirm 

out.  No luck.  Then she tensed her shoulders and neck muscles in an 

attempt to power out of Beatrice's grip.  No luck.  

The pain was unbearable.  No way out, she longed to breath unencumbered 

and relax her neck and joints.  

But she was stubborn.  Beatrice was relaxed feeling Cynara weaken and 

knowing she had control.  She wasn't interested in asking for a 

submission.  She felt it coming. 

It took 5 full minutes.  Cynara had barely moved and Beatrice would 

sporadically increase the pressure in bursts and shake Cynara's head 

back and forth.  She was smiling.  

'I give' Cynara finally blurted. 

Hearing that Beatrice increased the pressure one last time holding on 

for 15 seconds.  Cynara flopped about trying to catch her breath, as 

Beatrice let go kicking her away as she got to her feet staring 

piteously at Cynara lying at her feet. 

Cynara coughed as she rolled over.  She wanted to hold her ribs, but 

stopped short using all her strength to get to her feet and walk to her 

room.  

Beatrice stood there for a moment and revelled in her accomplishment.  

The pro-Beatrice crowd were cheering as they had just witnessed 

Cynara beaten in the fall like never before.  She had shown no 

offence and looked hurt.  Surely the third submission would be a 

formality for Beatrice.  They were more then primed for the next and 

final fall. 

Betting had stopped as even the most ardent Cynara fan did not want 

to chance any more money regardless of the odds.  They just seemed too 

long. 

As they returned, Beatrice hissed 'you can stop now, I won't tell'. 

Cynara doe eyed, barely looked up and stepped forward ready for what 

would come.  She was the champ and would fight 'til she could not 

continue.  Beatrice jumped at her throwing all her weight at Cynara.  

Cynara was prepared for it but was unable to stop the hurtling object 

as Beatrice shoulder slammed into her midsection forcing the two to the 

ground.  Beatrice was on top and was going to smother her, and even more 

importantly humiliate her.  She wanted no one to question the 

decisiveness of the victory.  She ended up on Cynara's stomach with 

her full weight on her rear pressing down.  Grabbing her wrists she 

forced them above Cynara's head and stared in to her face.  A mixture 

of smug arrogance and hatred contorted her face as she immobolized 

Cynara.  

Slowly she moved her self up Cynara's body.  Now she sat on 

Cynara's chest. Sporadically Cynara tried to resist, but it was 

fruitless.  

Beatrice had made her way to Cynara's face and now sat on it.  This 

was not considered part of the 'Marquis of Queensbury rules'of Apartment 

Wrestling.  However this was often how Beatrice ended her matches.  Not 

just a submission but a total sexual victory.  This, to many was an 

unfortunate side light of  Apartment Wrestling, to others a fitting 

conclusion.  Cynara often felt that rush during a match, the tougher 

the more likely, yet if anything would happen it would not be in front 

of a gawking crowd, but later behind closed doors.   For Beatrice she 

reveled  in completing the spectacle in front of an audience.  First a 

submission, then sexual humiliation.  

Her body shuddered in anticipation.  Her heart raced. 

Those in the crowd with that bent peered forward.  Some prepared to look 

away.  

Beatrice was slowly riding on Cynara face, sexually she was reaching 

a higher state.  She was sure of her victory and this was the inevitable 

climax. 

At this very moment it was Cynara who was playing possum and sprung 

to action.  She raised her hips and by conserving her strength was ready 

to fight her.  Beatrice was shaken back to reality as she felt Cynara 

arms begin to push her upward.  She was still in control but now 

realized Cynara was not finished yet.  

Cymabline first started to buck in an effort to throw Beatrice off.  

Unfortunately she did not have leverage to throw her off so simply.  She 

knew it, however she needed to get Beatrice off balance just enough.  

Five, six, seven bucks, finally she threw her legs back arching her back 

to the most uncomfortable angle possible and then wrappng her legs 

around Beatrice's head.  With her arms slowly winning the battle upward 

and Beatrice trying to maintain her position the speed of this maneuver 

was crucial.  She had one chance and this was it.  Beatrice wouldn't 

allow it to happen again.  She squeezed her calves around Beatrice's 

head and pulled. As Beatrice behind came up Beatrice was flipped over.  

She was free.  She couldn't maintain the hold using her calves and 

scurried away free. 

Beatrice regrouped and got to her feet.  She was in no hurry. She was 

convinced she could get Cynara back in the position and finish the 

job.  She was more upset and disappointed then concerned by the change 

of events. 

Cynara was happy to be free and knew she had to change the momentum 

and quick.  She was as close to defeat as she had ever been.  Not just 

that, she was being physically beaten and sexually humiliated.  She was 

not about to be caught in that position again. 

The two circled yet again, Beatrice moved forward trying to grab 

Cynara by the head.  Cynara ducked and moved behind her grabbing 

her just below the rib cage trapping her in a bear hug. She squeezed 

pulling up for maximum discomfort.  She then lifted Beatrice throwing 

her to the ground all the while maintaining the hold.  She then got up 

pulling Beatrice with her all the while squeezing as hard as she could, 

she repeated the throw down two more time winding Beatrice and 

stretching her body to the extreme.  Then she raised Beatrice for ten 

seconds squeezing with all her might .  Beatrice flailed at the air 

looking for something to grab.  Nothing was there.  

With her feet back on the ground Beatrice battled the pain as Cynara 

continued to squeeze.  Beatrice reached back and caught Cynara's head 

and dropped to her knees.  She pulled with all her might sending 

Cynara over her shoulder. 

She jumped on Cynara and the two rolled on the ground grappling for 

position, finding none.  Finally it was Beatrice on her side with 

Cynara's stomach trapped in yet another scissors.  She did not panic 

as she attempted to work Beatrice on to her back.  Cynara was 

gritting her teeth as Beatrice squeezed.  She tried to twist, but like 

steel cables there was no give.  She tried to get to her feet, but as 

she seemed on the verge of success, Beatrice would renew her efforts and 

get on her back again.  Finally Beatrice was the first to give just 

enough.  She couldn't maintain the pressure and Cynara was able to 

transfer the pressure off the abs and on to her hips.  She then slowly 

powered Beatrice to her back.  With a swift move she grabbed her behind 

the knees clasping her hands together.  She then proceeded to stand.  

Beatrice knew what was coming next and unexpectedly said a pained 

'Noooo'. 

Cynara continued to move turning Beatrice to her stomach.  Beatrice 

was flailing wildly trying to break free and stop the rotation.  It was 

too late.  All the weight on her breasts with Cynara leaning back.  She 

was in a boston crab, no escape in site.  She strained with all her 

might her leg muscles, every striation visible trying to topple 

Cynara.  Using her hands she tried to push herself up.  Ten seconds 

was all it took, though for Beatrice it felt so much longer. 

'I giiive' she cried. 

With that Cynara dropped her and left. 

One more submission to go.         

The two combatants now were in their rooms trying to regroup for one 

last confrontation.  Both tired, sore, aching yet determined. 

Beatrice was met in her room by an unexpected guest.  From behind the 

shadows it was Nikki who stepped forward. 

"You look tired" Nikki teased. 

Beatrice looked up wearily from the chair she had taken. 

"she's much stronger then you." Beatrice sneered not looking up. 

"Look, this is business." Nikki said as she pulled the syringe from her 

purse. 

"What's that?" Beatrice said worriedly 

"Don't worry, just a shot of adrenaline" Nikki said "I have a lot 

invested in this match and I want you to humiliate her this time." 

The syringe did indeed contain adrenaline, there was no need to lie.  

She had helped train Beatrice and knew that by beating Cynara, it 

would give Nikki an advantage the next time they met as there'd be doubt 

in Cynara's mind and psychology would play a huge part.  

After this match she'd get a rematch with Beatrice and gain her revenge 

there too. 

Beatrice wanted to protest, but was either too tired or the hatred of 

the beautiful, elegant Cynara made her accept the prick into her arm.  

In minutes she felt a warm tingly feeling as she felt her strength 

returning.  She was ready to finish the job. 

They had fought for over 2 hours and Cynara breathed heavily as she 

tried to regroup and be ready for the last submission.  She wanted it.  

To be trapped as she was with Beatrice sitting on her face made her 

physically ill.  She shuddered knowing this may happen this time and she 

only hoped she had the strength to escape.  She did not want to accept 

the fact but knew of the possibility.  Never had she been so worried or 

anxious to start again. 

Despite the soreness of her muscles and the physical exhaustion she was 

ready.  A masseuse had worked feverishly to loosen tight, cramped 

muscles and Cynara felt better as she entered for the final fall.  

There was a slight gait in her walk as the muscles felt atrophied.  

Beatrice meanwhile entered looking light on her feet, the adrenaline 

rush still there. A sneer permanently etched on her face.  There'd be no 

escape this time. 

They approached slowly yet again.  Neither backed down. 

'Back to where we started' Cynara cracked. 

Beatrice just stared straight into Cynara's eyes, a burning rage 

growing.  She wanted to physically dominate Cynara like no one 

previously, she wanted then to sexually finish her.  Then there'd be 

nothing left for Nikki. 

 The adrenaline rush made Beatrice cocky,  'C'mon' she scolded as she 

dropped her arms to her side leaving herself vulnerable for Cynara to 

attack. 

Cynara lunged forward accepting the opportunity however her reactions 

were much slower then before.  This probably wouldn't have been a 

problem however the re-energized Beatrice was too fast with her strength 

restored and easily grabbed Cynara around the waist and threw her 

effortlessly to the ground.  However she did not follow up, instead 

waiting for Cynara to get to her feet and motioning her to try again. 

Cynara fained left and attempted to grab Beatrice in a headlock.  

Beatrice side stepped the attempt, grabbing Cynara's arm and flipping 

her yet again.  Cynara sprung to her feet confused at the ease with 

which Beatrice moved and at the sudden resurgance of Beatrice's speed 

and strength.  

When she had applied the boston crab she had felt Beatrice weakened 

state and though tired herself could feel the energy waning in 

Beatrice.  Now however she was as spry and quick as when they had begun. 

This time as she got to her feet, Beatrice was on top of her grabbing 

her wrists and pulling her to her body. She put her leg behind Cynara 

tripping her to the ground, coming down on her with her full weight.  

She maintained the hold on the wrists and stretched Cynara's body 

out.  She stretched her body length on top of Cynara and moved her 

legs between Cynara's and began attempting to spread them.  

Cynara battled valiantly to counteract the hold.  Beatrice was 

exerting the classic schoolgirl pin grinding her hips into Cynara and 

smothering her body.  She felt the wetness and electricity coarse 

through her body as she enjoyed the advantage.  However a pin was not 

enough in this contest and the both of them knew it.  While in 

discomfort and battling with her arms and legs she was no way near 

submitting.  She tried to arch, but Beatrice was too strong. 

Beatrice also was thinking of a way to finish the match.  Smothering 

Cynara was one option but did not seem possible at this point.  She 

wanted a slow, painful end to the match.  She also knew that a 

submission from Cynara for the last fall would be much more 

difficult.  Physically she was dominating at this point, but at this 

time the final submission would only come once she broke her spirit.  

Thus it was as much mental as physical at this juncture. 

Beatrice decided that if Cynara was going to get out of this 

predicament she'd have to overpower her.  She was not going to make a 

mistake trying to change positions.  Beatrice was in a comfortable 

position and it would be Cynara to exert energy to free herself.  

Ten minutes of this pin continued.  Only the heavy breathing and rising 

and falling of the two's chests made one aware that this was not over.  

Cynara's face was turning red.  What the audience could not notice 

was the strain the two exerted with arms and legs not able to budge an 

inch. 

Cynara could feel herself weakening and had to change positions if 

she had any chance.  By arching her back and twisting just maybe she 

could get on her stomach and force Beatrice to change her tactics.  It 

would have to be done quickly, catching Beatrice unprepared.  If 

unsuccessful then it would mean more exerted energy and she was nearing 

empty. 

Silently she counted to three and then mustering her strength she moved, 

shifted her legs for balance and arched, and twisted.  Beatrice came 

down on Cynara side, but it was too late to stop the momentum, 

Cynara was on her stomach with Beatrice still on top. 

Now Beatrice had to change her tactics.  She would work on Cynara's 

back.  Grabbing Cynara's wrists once again.she pulled as she got 

slowly off her back.  She then planted her foot on Cynara's back as 

she got to her feet.  Her feet squarely dug in to Cynara's spine and 

her arms being pulled in an unnatural position.  For the first time 

there was a scream elicited from Cynara.  

'Ahhhhhh' reverberated through the room. 

Beatrice pulled even harder.  A wide smile appeared. 

Only sheer will kept Cynara from screaming a surrender.  If there was 

a towel to be thrown in it would have been as Beatrice pulled, all the 

while sadistically smiling.  Even she was surprised at Cynara's 

resolve.  She had been warned of her will to win, but she wasn't 

prepared for this.  But she couldn't care less, she was content to pull. 

She even would let up just slightly, give Cynara a whiff of hope and 

then renew her efforts.  

Cynara's needed to get Beatrice off balance.  A difficult task 

considering Beatrice had trained as a gymnast before stumbling upon the 

underground world of Apartment Wrestling.  Her mind raced back to when 

she first began this sport and she wondered why.  Her mind was clouded 

as she felt light-headed, ready to say 'enough' and disappear from the 

sport.  Enough is enough.  Her body said 'give', her mouth couldn't say 

it.  Instead her body jerked convulsively. 

Whether planned or not it worked, Beatrice lost her balance.  Attempting 

to regain her balance, Beatrice  couldn't maintain the hold on 

Cynara's wrists and Cynara pulled. Beatrice's leg was off the back 

and Cynara twisted, lifting her legs and placing her feet on 

Beatrice's stomach with her knees bent.  Thrusting forward Beatrice was 

monkey flipped over and Cynara was finally free.  

She couldn't allow bea back to her feet and she knew it.  She needed to 

rest but that could only come if she was on top of Beatrice.  As 

Beatrice hit the floor on her back it was Cynara who moved on top of 

Beatrice lying across her body.  She moved her right arm under Bea's 

left leg lifting it and securing a tight pin.  Then she placed her left 

arm under Beatrice's head to maintain control.  She then rested. 

The smile was wiped from Beatrice's face as she now strained against 

Cynara and attempted to free herself from the pin. 

Cynara couldn't control the hold long and knew it.  However she felt 

stronger and her confidence grew.  She let go as she twisted Beatrice on 

to her stomach and sat on her facing her behind.  She grabbed Beatrice's 

flailing legs and pulled up, locking her arms under Beatrice's thighs 

and pulling back. 

Beatrice wildly reached back trying to catch Cynara's head, but to no 

avail.  She arched further back and still could not get hold of 

anything.  Cynara trying to increase the pressure made a mistake.  In 

an attempt to pull Beatrice's legs back further she leaned back enough 

that Beatrice was able to grab her under the chin pulling her off and 

freeing herself. 

As Cynara fell to the ground Beatrice was able to shift her legs and 

body fluidly catching Cynara's head between her legs.  

Beatrice had her.  She had her again in a scissors and was working her 

head toward her thighs.  She grimaced as she increased the pressure.   

Cynara cursed as she struggled fruitlessly in an attempt to escape. 

Her head throbbed as it felt ready to explode. 

As Cynara thrashed, bucking wildly and throwing her legs upward, 

Beatrice was able to grab one of her legs putting Cynara in an even 

more precarious situation.  Squeezing her head, stretching her hamstring 

and completely immobilizing Cynara's movement.  She then worked on 

moving Cynara's head towards her moist nether regions.  Her body 

tingle in anticipation as she enjoyed the predicament she had Cynara 

in.  

'No escape' She thought, as the excitement mounted. 

She convulsed uncontrollably as she kept the pressure up. The crowd 

inched forward as they expected a final submission.  None was coming and 

a few worried for Cynara's safety.  Only a quiet sob could be heard 

as she continued to struggle. 

Cynara was ready to concede, when she felt Beatrice's rising 

excitement and wetness enraged her.  She knew what was happening and was 

livid. She'd pass out before she said the words.  

Suddenly though Beatrice's legs began to tremble.  The effects of the 

adrenaline shots had worn off.  Suddenly maintaining the pressure on the 

hold was more and more difficult.  Even Cynara could feel the 

pressure around her neck easing. This gave her renewed hope.  Though 

stretched to in what seemed to an excruciating position she knew now was 

the time to react. 

She slowly squeezed her arm between Beatrice's legs trying to pry it 

open.  Beatrice maintained the hold but the effort was evident.  

Cynara finally got her arm in to the elbow and dug the elbow into the 

bone.  With that Beatrice's legs snapped open. 

Cynara scurried away.  She got to her feet cautiously watching 

Beatrice who also was slow to rise.  She was surprised that all her 

parts were still there and the pain was just that, not an injury or 

anything more.  All she could think of was a warm whirlpool and a rub

down.  Not yet though.  She stared across at Beatrice with contempt.  

The need to dominate Beatrice was foremost in her mind.  Beatrice had 

wanted to force her to service her and had on two occasions almost 

succeeded.  Now she attacked. 

Stepping forward she lowered her shoulder and grabbed Beatrice's arm 

simultaneously digging her shoulder in just above Bea's breast and using 

the arm to flip Beatrice to the ground.  She wanted to end it now and 

hoped that Beatrice wouldn't be prepared for what was coming next. 

Beatrice tried to get up. She was on her knees when Cynara grabbed 

her around the midsection with her full weight on Beatrice's back 

forcing her to the ground while maintaining the bearhug around the 

waist.  Beatrice's face was being pushed into the ground and with her 

weakened state was finding it very difficult to breathe.  In trying to 

get up Cynara slowly allowed her while moving with her.  She got to 

her knees with Cynara still maintaining her grip and burying her 

knuckles below the ribcage.  Beatrice worked her way to her feet with 

the legs well apart for balance but no resistance.  Cynara was 

ready and hoped that she still had enough strength.  

Forcing Beatrice's back to 90 degrees she moved her arms down and 

pulled.  Slowly Beatrice's feet were off the ground.  Cynara 

continued the dead lift.  At this point Beatrice's legs flailed wildly 

trying to return to the ground but finding nothing but air.  With 

another sudden burst Beatrice found her back on Cynara's shoulders. 

Cynara almost collapsed under the added weight her legs and body 

aching, her will almost beaten.  But she finally had Beatrice and said 

to herself 'It ends here'.  She shifted slightly, releasing one arm and 

grabbed Beatrice's legs just above the knees.  The other arm moved below 

Beatrice's chin.  She had her in a backbreaker.  Beatrice's arms flailed 

wildly as her screams filled the room.  Her face a mask of agony 

betrayed the excruciating pain.  She tried to grab at anything, finding 

nothing.  She held out hoping that Cynara couldn't maintain her 

weight.  Cynara meanwhile pulled on her chin and legs with added 

ferocity.  

Two minutes passed, Cynara maintaining the hold and Beatrice's 

flailing less and less.  The cry of pain were now sobs. 

'I giiiiive' was the quiet words that came from Beatrice's lips. 

the crowd was hushed at the sudden change of events.  Few had expected 

their champion Beatrice to give and were taken aback at the display of 

strength Cynara had just displayed after such a gruelling match.  

Only the handful of Cynara supporters cheered wildly. 

With the words Cynara dropped Beatrice hard to the ground.  Not 

purposely, but because all her strength was gone. 

Seeing Beatrice sobbing in a fetal position she wanted to kick her in 

disdain.  Instead she strode over for the ultimate coup de gras. 

She softly kicked Beatrice forcing her to her back.  Then she placed her 

foot on her stomach and posed in the classic winners position, hands 

above her head acknowledging the crowd. 

With that she turned her back, leaving Beatrice on the ground a left the 

room.  

In a corner Nikki sneered formulating what would be next for Cynara. 

Story Notes: 

The reason for writing this was memories and fantasies of Cynara (from 

Sports Review Wrestling and the wish that stories would employ more submission 

wrestling maintain tests of strength and not degenerating in to silly 

catfighting. 

With the first videos I purchased it was obvious reality did not hold a 

candle to the fantasies that were culled by Dave Moll and the stories 

and pictorials that appeared in Sports Review Wrestling. 

I used Beatrice due to the videos I've seen and the mix of her 

reputation, the fact she is very strong without being a muscle bound 

bodybuilder that is too prevalent today, and the mean streak that 

Beatrice has exhibited in some matches.  Not attractive by any means she 

makes for a perfect foil 

Of particular note was the video Beatrice did for Women Warrior's 

against Lee Price (another accomplished wrestler) that was filmed in the 

mid 90's as Beatrice approached 50 years old.  In this both are nude and 

Beatrice easily beats Lee 4-1 in about 11 minutes.  The match ends with 

Beatrice doing a 15-20 minute facesit forcing Lee to bring her to 

orgasm.  I bought the tape due to my respect of Beatrice Goffin 

expecting the younger stronger Lee Price to give her a very good long 

competitive match, having no idea that this was the result.  The nudity 

also was incidental.  I thought I'd get a very good match.  It was not.  

Other videos to see is her vs. Ali Day (one of the best I've ever seen 

for pure submission wrestling a 2 out of 3 fall match that goes for 

almost 40 minutes), Lynn Marie (both VSL) and supposedly the Challenge.  

All can be rented through the Fighting Female Video Rental CluBeatrice(FFVRC). 

The greatness of this series is that there is an element of the 

underground Apartment Circuit and the best facing the best that adds to 

the great told stories. 

Let me know your comments.