Ever since I saw John Candy duke it out with a swarm of lady mud wrestlers in the film Stripes, I got spoiled. Beautiful girls, great action, flying bikini straps and slop. The great things sexual wrestling fantasies are made of. I have yet to see anything done as well.

Main Attraction's latest entry into the gunk and junk female wrestling genre is extremely mild mannered by comparison, even though things get hooked up with some catcalling and sexual innuendo. But that's where things come to a dead halt. Other tapes of this ilk have always come through with a dropped bra or a misplaced boob. Not so here. Oil aside, the stuff is about as pristine as a Bible Belt Sunday school picnic.

The action is spiced up to some degree by using, what we've got to assume, are male shills from the audience to wrestle the ladies. These guys are all built like Jesse "The Body" Ventura and look like they've inherited a young Doug McClure's genes. I think you'll still find lady wrestlers more interesting to watch.

Blondi appears in the first bout, but without Tony Montana around, you know things are going nowhere. Neither do the subsequent bouts, all of which seemed to be played reasonably straight.

Fairly good mat action and photography, but few opportunities for voyeurism.