Where is she now?

I felt very fortunate to find this video on the Internet a couple of years ago. I bought it as an 8mm reel in the late seventies or early eighties, and eventually lost it.

It came from Curtis DuPont (was that a real person?), which advertised in the back of the 'off-brand' pro wrestling magazines alongside Triumph Studios, California Supreme, Milco and others.

If you've never known anything but downloading videos straight off a website (or a torrent, if that's how you roll), you have no idea what it was like in those early, primitive days.

You'd order these reels by mail, and they would come wrapped in the iconic 'plain brown wrapper' - like your mailman didn't know what plain brown wrappers were for.

You'd open it, drag the projector out of the closet, close all the blinds and drapes, set up the screen if you had one, then meticulously thread the head of the film through the projector. If the producer was meticulous, you got a fairly long head on the reel so you could break it a couple of times while threading and not lose any of the actual footage.

Then, you'd turn out the lights, turn on the projector, and watch maybe three minutes of dim, grainy catfight footage.

And then it was over.

My memory is that I bought some stuff from DuPont because the ads made it seem a little more explicit than the tame-but-sexy Triumph Studios material and the slightly more risque California Supreme/Bellstone products.

This match, as it turned out, was not all that explicit, nor very rough as far as the fighting went. Bikinis stayed on for the entire match. They rolled around on seventies-style green shag carpeting for the whole film, basically trying to pull each other down and get a pin. No punching, no biting, no groping or fingering, and, of course, no sound. But it also proved, at least for me, that sexy and explicit are not always the same thing. Because this match was way sexy.

The girl in the jungle girl bikini (there's that motif again) was called Jenny, and I wanted to be the father of Jenny's children. She looked like some hippie chick that had answered an ad in the Freep and ended up wrestling the other girl in some real estate agent's tacky office for a dime bag. She was slender, willowy, with beautiful long brown hair, and small but perfect natural breasts that occasionally popped out of her chamois top. It's hard to imagine nowadays that a mere glimpse of a nipple over the top of a halter or bra could be erotic and sexy. But it was, and as I looked at this video again, it still is.

But part of the mystique with 8 mm stuff was that you couldn't really know what anyone looked like. The images were so dim and grainy that you got only a vague notion of appearance, so you filled in the details with your imagination.

Damn, that was an ugly sofa.