PROLOGUE    Jason Dowler III drove back to his home in SW Atlanta. He lived in one of the many old brick buildings that used to be part of the manufacturing district. Now they were being rebuilt into upscale apartments and lofts as part of the city's face-lift. Of course, Jason Dowler owned his entire building and had it converted into a breathtaking home, at least on the inside. On the outside, it looked like the rest of the neighborhood, nothing to distinguish it from the newly renovated condos and apartments that surrounded him. Just the way he liked it.    He enjoyed an anonymous existence. As one of the premier software designers in the world, Jason Dowler III received royalties and fees from numerous companies. Almost every computer in the world had something in it that had been touched or influenced by Jason Dowler. The money afforded him a lifestyle that would be envied by anyone, nothing could be denied him. But he chose to remain hidden from the world in general. His outward appearance was one of an average man in his thirties. He drove a nice car, but not a gawdy, traffic stopping sports car. He wasn't at premiers or on TV. He didn't date a supermodel. He derived little pleasures from events like the jewelry store, but in general he tempered his use of his great wealth. He didn't want to be discovered.    And yet, there was part of him that yearned for some kind of public attention. In the software design world, there was speculation that he did not even exist. Now that bothered him. The answer to his dilemma came from an unlikely source. After helping a large publishing firm with some cutting edge software, Jason Dowler had a dinner with the firm's president.    As they spoke, the president mentioned an event from almost thirty years ago. It occured in a penthouse in New York City. Two women had battled before an assembly of some of the city's most powerful and prominent. The fight had been epic in proportion, and had a profound effect on the young, upcoming executive. The president spoke with quiet awe of the spectacle, and Jason Dowler noticed the reverence with which the man held the memory.    Jason Dowler gently probed the man for names and information on what he had referred to as Apartment House Wrestling. After returning to his Atlanta home, the young designer spent weeks tracking down people who had either seen or had info on the sport. The nice thing about being a computer genius, is that you make good contacts. Jason Dowler could find anyone he wanted to find, or could find out about anything he wanted to find out about. Soon he had all the information there was on the world's most erotic spectacle.    The sport had fallen into disarray in the early eighties. Scandal and a change in the country's economic picture had led people away from Dave Moll's creation. Jason Dowler decided to gamble that the time was right to renew the sport. With his financial power and vast information network, he would have an easier time controlling what he hoped would be a rapidly expanding enterprise. He met with the publishing firm president again and sounded him out about restarting the erotic sport. The man seemed thrilled with Jason Dowler's ideas. last page  |  table of contents  |  next page