Daily Foot in Face: Dani Demonika stepping on Marla’s forehead!

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Skull pressure!


In this delightful shot, Dani bullies the smaller woman by stepping right on her forehead and pinning her head down hard to the floor. The grimace on Marla’s face tells the whole story: she’s just coping with the weight and astonished at how much pressure there is on her head. This match was a pleasure to film. It’s a perfect example of a squash match, in which one wrestler completely dominates another.



Daily Foot in Face, August 15, 2012

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Dani Demonika steps on Marla’s face!

At a wrestling event hosted at my Toronto apartment, Dani wiped the floor with her newby opponent Marla. This was a very typical scene as Dani overpowered the lighted women and very often kept Marla pinned to the ground with her foot. Captured here is the moment before Marla screamed in frustration as she realized her face was about to be stepped on and pinned to the mat! I’ll post more on this match in coming weeks.




Why Pro-Wrestling, Pt 2

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Georgette took her time smiling at me from across the ring, just waiting for me to catch my breath and shake the cobwebs out. She seemed to be leaving it all to me, as though she wanted there to be no excuses about a fast start before one of us was ready. I thought her point might also have been that I was coming to her and getting my ass kicked, not her bringing it to me.

"So, are you coming for me, or what?"

As you can see, she’s entirely relaxed about a second lockup with me.

Georgette trying to intimidate me with a closeup of her favourite weapon.

After kicking me in the face, she steps out of the ring to get her coat. She's clearly not working up a sweat with me...

After Georgette grabbed her coat, she pranced around me like the dancer she is and I waited, dazed, to see if I could get to my feet before her next kick fell. I was giving myself too much credit to even hope for that much–that or I was selling her short. I never even had a chance to get back to my feet. Georgette hit on the idea of not bothering to let me up to put her feet to work on me. She just plain stepped onto me like I were a doormat and stayed on me.

Georgette and her bullying, assertive style of wrestling!

Here she is in her eureka moment of glory, as she decides she’s not going to wait for me to recover and stand up again before laying into me. One dainty foot after another, and she’s standing right on my stomach and ribs. I’m really caught by surprise by her pulling this on me. She’s a dancer, athlete, trainer, and she and I only discussed the sort of pro-wrestling moves she’d be using for a few minutes before getting into the ring. We never discussed her standing on me; this is all her idea. I was surprised by her standing on me, but I was shocked by what came next…

Georgette helps herself to the left side of my face. Look at how the weight on her heel is driving the skin on my face down towards my ear!

I’ve often been fascinated by the bullying mentality of trampling. A bully has to have the ingenious thought, “Hey, I could punch this guy ten times and reduce him to a bloody mess, or I could hit him just once with my whole body’s weight, right in his face, if I just apply my feet and stand it.” That’s what’s going through this girl’s mind right now, as she sets her first foot the side of my face, and steps down hard on the corner of my mouth with her bare heel.

For those of you who don’t know what this feels like, imagine having a three-drawer filing cabinet full to bursting with files resting on your face on two shapely, moist rectangular pads with rounded sections that bear most of the weight crushing your cheeks into your teeth. That’s the sensation of having this beautiful and bratty wrestler’s feet standing on my face, her heels pressing on my cheeks.

two-footed face stand

Now how about a hand for the little lady, folks. She’s actually had the nerve and sadism to follow through with what would have seemed a funny but much too dangerous maneuver to try–standing full weight on my face with both feet. Yes, using my face as a floor tile or section of ring apron. Observe how her feet immediately begin to stretch my face down each side of my skull so that the skin is pulled taut like a canvas across a drum. You could bounce a subway token off my chin right now. As my hands reflexively reach up for her ankles to try to pull her off my face, she’s content to grip my face with her soft, cool soles and use her toes to keep her balanced on my while she uses her heels on the sides of my face like a cowgirl would a pair of spurs on the sides of a horse. She’s not even trying to distribute the weight of her body evenly across the surface of the sole of her foot, she just lets it all fall into her heels, ploughing down right onto my cheekbones, and upper jaw, and bruising everything from the skin on down to the muscle beneath.

Is this unbelievable or what? And how long before she grew tired of her humiliation of me? No less than 30 seconds … a very long time when your face is being crushed so hard against your facial bones it feels like you’re being slowly cut open.

More from this series of matches soon…


The Epitome of the Barefoot Femme Fatale is the Barefoot Female Pro Wrestler!

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In continuing my little essay on the beauty and compelling nature of the barefoot female wrestler, I’ll continue to document one of the best matches I ever filmed. This was Georgette vs Victor Black (me).

A picture of arrogance


We see in the photo above Georgette as she stands on my chest looking down on me on the wrestling mat. As I’d asked you to examine in the last post on this theme, please now examine the look on her face. There is almost utter disdain for me, her opponent; there is amusement, too. What amuses her? Having spoken to her before, after, and even during the match (well, listened to her), I can tell you she was almost disgusted by my relative lack of wrestling skill as compared with her, and she was astonished by how far she was able to go in dominating me.

She told me she thought it would be funny to try to use her feet to humiliate me in the match, but that she thought it would take minutes of hard wrestling to wear me down to the point where she could do anything very embarrassing to me with her feet. Instead, she found it was very easy for her to land kicks and stomps into my stomach and face and head, and that once I was down on the mat, it was surprisingly easy for her to keep me there just by standing on me. In face, she expected to have to use her entire body to keep me on the ground, and she was amused to no end that she could shelve all of her long-studied techniques for putting an opponent on his back and simply control me utterly with her weight alone, by putting one foot, and then the other, on my body. This made her laugh more than once throughout the match as I would be let up by her and she would easily drop me to the mat with kicks and resume her dominant and controlling position on my stomach or my chest.

Georgette prepares to stand on my face with both feet, thus pinning me conveniently to the mat.


The second time she’d easily stood atop my chest, I watched her eyes shine and a wicked smile form on her lips. She’d thought of something truly michievous or downright sadistic, I worried. It turned out to be both. I’d never suggested she try this for fear of being injured. After all, we weren’t acrobats or gymnasts with years of training in how to work with each others weight. And even if we were, I’ve never seen one acrobat actually stand with her full weight on her male or female base’s face.

I was initially excited when I felt her left foot come to rest on my face and thought she was simply affecting a kind of humiliating victory pose, of the kind you see in movies and artwork showing gladiatorial combats. The victorious gladiator symbolises their victory over a fallen opponent by putting their foot on their opponent’s chest as they lay supine and incapacitated. I was a little turned on, and felt very self-conscious about being filmed as a much smaller female opponent was manhandling me in this fashion. Then I noticed that she wasn’t putting her left foot in the middle of my face as I’d expect, in order to show callous disregard for my facial features and just mash my nose flat. She was sliding her foot sideways on my face, and actually trying to leave enough room on the right side of it for her right foot. I tried to protest, realizing what she intended, and I probably managed to get off a “whoa!” out of the left corner of my mouth before her left foot pressed down on the right side of my face with her entire 110 lbs of weight, causing me a dull pain and spike of anxiety as I worried about whether my facial bones could support a whole person, even though she was a slender woman half my size and weight. I knew I had to simply bear it, because her left foot found purchase on the right side of my face almost instantly, as though she’d done this a hundred times before to a hundred different men. And then my mouth was blocks, her bare heels mashing my lips up against my teeth. I couldn’t talk, nor even yell for her to stop. She also had excellent balance, and was having no problem keeping it as she stood on my face with both feet. We hadn’t been wrestling long, and my face and head were still dry, as were her feet, so I couldn’t even hope that she would slide off my face on my perspiration. Her feet felt well muscled, graceful, and just a little cool and moist; her skin was very smooth and soft. The balls of her feet pressed down hard on my forehead, holding two-thirds of her weight, and the rest of her weight rested on my lips, transmitted through her bare heels. I felt like I was being forced to kiss her bare heels, as spit was squeezed though my lips by the pressure and pooled under her heels, wetting them.

This is what it looked like to my camerawoman:

Just look at what she's doing to me...


Can you see how cruel and painful this “wrestling hold-down” is? She not only standing on my face, but she’s eased her feet to the sides of my face a little, just enough to drag both sides of my face apart, making my lips feel about to tear in the middle. The skin on my forehead felt like it was about to break at some imaginary seam right down the centre as all of her weight pushed the sides of my face down toward the canvas on opposite sides of my head. And she knew what she was doing. She was pressing hard with the insteps of her feet to keep as snug a hold as she could on my skin so that it travelled sideways with her feet even as she let her weight drag her feet and my skin away from my nose and down towards my ears. It felt like she were trying to skin me alive from the neck up!

This fantastic set of clips are available on my webstore.

I’ll continue documenting the match soon!


Dani Demonika destroys Marla with her bare feet!

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This match happened fairly recently. Marla was an up and coming young wrestler who’d proven herself in two matches against me. She’d managed to outwrestle me (I’m a moderately good wrestler with a minor judo background) on the mat and then set to work indulging some of her kinks on me, as she’d been told she could do without being disqualified. She’d stepped all over me and used me for a rug for the last half of the match. She’d become a little overconfident and asked for a match against a woman, the biggest one I had on my roster.

That woman was Dani, a gothic princess type who’s very nice if you know her personally but hell to wrestle if you’re not her friend. She has given me the worst beatings I’ve ever had from a wrestler in this little league. Luckily, she’s a little self-conscious about beating up other women, so she went a little easy on Marla when Marla showed up to wrestle Dani at Dani’s apartment. I filmed the whole thing.

Dani and Marla in the first ten seconds of their match

As you can see, Dani isn’t a slow starter in a typical match. Marla is a decent wrestler, but this match watched like a grownup wrestling a child. Dani’s usual ploy is to wrestle her opponent to the mat and then use her weight on the person to keep them there while she lays in some ground and pound on them. Here she’s in such complete control from the start that she begins to toy with Marla immediately. She sat on poor Marla and began to humiliate her by stretching her very pretty young face until she cried out in pain and anger. Marla was fuming mad at Dani for the total lack of respect she was being shown and fought hard to get up off the mat. She never made it, though.

Dani getting up off the mat but leaving her foot on her opponent's face

Dani actually stood up from the mat by pushing up with only one foot on the floor and the other foot still planted right on poor Marla’s face. You can see Marla’s predicament below. She not making any headway at all in the match thus far.

As Dani rises from the floor, her foot never leaves her opponent's face!

I don’t want to do Marla, a decent wrestler, any discredit by showing too much of the abuse she took. Doing so would give you the wrong impression, that she’s a wimp, and a cake walk for any opponent. Over the course of weeks of following this blog, you’ll see the story of Dani start to emerge as one of supremely brutal wrestler and total diva who loves nothing more than to show off her ability by wrestling the most one-sided matches she can.

No, instead I’d rather be kind to Marla and just show you one selected moment from the match that shows how high the stakes can get in a match, especially if you’re no longer putting up much of a fight.

Dani looking for a double reverse fish hook on Marla. Not a pretty move to have used on you.

As you can see, Marlas arms are limp and she’s long since ceased to defend herself effectively. Dani had been sitting on her chest for almost a minute, keeping her from breathing. Dani could easily have pinned Marla after half a minute of sitting on her, but instead she decided to apply one of her favourite torture holds, the double reverse fish hook. It’s a simple hold in which Dani straddles her opponent sitting on them backwards, and then bends her knees to get her feet into her opponents face. Then, with a little groping around her opponent’s face and lips, she sinks both of her big toes into the corners of the opponent’s mouth and immobilizes the head with all her leg strength, pinning the head to the mat. It’s also a very painful hold because the wrestler’s big toes can only usually slip into the corners of the mouth by stretching the corners apart and tearing the lips painfully.

This is to say nothing whatsoever about the humiliation of having a bullying opponent torture you will pinning you by putting their bare toes into your mouth.


I was really sorry to see Marla go. She left Dani’s apartment in tears and I didn’t even have to ask whether or not she’d wrestle for me again. The full match in all it glory and horror is available here.

Why Pro-Wrestling?

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Nice solid foot to the side of the head. Georgette has devastating kicks...

Why pro-wrestling? Because in pro-wrestling, unlike in true athletic combat sports like karate, boxing, or MMA–in which the action is strictly refereed, performers get to focus on performing! We get all the languorous, exaggerated violence that performers showcase on one another, which would not only be illegal in a real combat sport, but would be impossible for one competitor to pull off on another except in the most extreme of mismatches.

Pro wrestling gives wrestlers opportunities to dominate one another in ways that can be erotic, slapstick, dramatic, or bordering on the competitive and truly athletic. Thus there is plenty of opportunity for wrestler to humiliate one another, and one of my favourite ways for a wrestler to dominate their opponent is by using her bare feet.


In the photo above, Georgette has me down on my knees having just kicked me in the stomach twice. And her little size 6 feet hit like hammers! Even on my knees and winded, she doesn’t spare me a moment to get up but continues to violate the rules of pro wrestling and deals me a savage sole-first kick to the side of my head. The wallop sent my head snapping to the side and down, and down I went to mat.


This match with Georgette is a perfect example of the kind of slapstick violence, reminiscent of the old Popeye vs Bluto cartoons, that often occurs in wrestling if you watch for it. Georgette not only wrestles in her bare feet, she loves to use them on her opponent as well.


One more


Here she goes again, dropping a iron foot down on the back of my neck and dropping me flat to the canvass. It was enough to make me wonder if she was even going to try to wrestle cleanly at all.


Smiling at me from the corner after kicking me down.


Look at how pleased with herself she looks. She seems to be finding it funny, the way she’s been able to take and keep complete control of the match thus far by using her feet illegally.


I’ll add more about this match soon.