Cynara - The Chronicle Continues 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 Club (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.