The History of Green Tower Illustrations

Greetings, and welcome to my website! It should be pretty obvious to anyone visiting that I have two particularly specific fetishes which predominate in my drawings. The first is that I am, for some reason I’ve never quite been able to put a finger on, far more turned on by a girl in her underwear than nude. The other is that I love the idea of two girls brawling to a violent conclusion. Exactly why I’m so turned on by this concept has always been somewhat of a mystery to me, though I do have theories which I will get into in other essays. What is not a mystery is how and when it started.

First of all I’ve been drawing and writing ever since I was old enough to hold a crayon. Before I was aware of sensual urges of any kind I explored primarily my science fiction and horror based fantasies, drawing picture after picture of monsters, space creatures and other worlds. I started coming up with my own comic adventures, and I also wrote horror stories. I was obsessed with horror and believed I wanted to be the next Stephen King. Being a packrat I still have pretty much all these old stories and drawings in my possession. At some point I may post a few of them to the website, but they are quite off topic and for the most part I want to keep my Green Tower Illustrations persona separate from my other persona.

In any event I started to notice that I liked girls at a fairly young age. I didn’t know why I liked them, I just did. When I was getting into junior high I started to understand about sex and of course puberty was going on and this was when one of the most significant events in my entire life took place.

I was in seventh grade, riding the bus home to school one Friday morning. (I know this for a fact because all the high school cheerleaders were wearing their uniforms, which was something that always took place on a Friday, as that was when the football games took place, and this was always something that was supposed to inspire “school spirit,” which I find abhorrent to this very day, but I digress.)

I was sitting in my seat, staring out the window at the fall foliage and most likely daydreaming about being Han Solo blazing across the galaxy in the Millennium Falcon when my little fantasy world was suddenly disrupted by a commotion going on in the seats directly behind me. (As I recall I was sitting alone somewhere near the center of the bus.) Little did I know how my fantasy world was about to be thrown into upheaval and forever altered!

Two high school girls somewhere close behind me had begun screaming at each other. (As crystalline as this memory is, I have no memory what it was they were yelling about.) I turned around to see two cheerleaders sitting across from each other directly behind me getting up out of their seats. A bunch of the other kids immediately started yelling encouragements and people started moving into the center of the aisle as the two girls got up. I was still processing this when one of the girls (she had red curly hair) slapped the other (who had a blonde pony tail) right in the face with a loud crack.

This was when all hell broke loose on the bus. This was taking place shortly before we arrived at school, so the bus was pretty full and every kid on it was trying to get to where the girls were (though nobody was getting in their way. People were yelling ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!” and ‘Get her, Cindy!’ (Another odd fault in my memory. I only caught one of the girls’ names, and I never did find out for sure which one Cindy was)

As soon as the blonde got slapped she started whaling on the other girl with her fists. I had never seen anything like it. I’d never even seen boys fight like this. The red head went down pretty quickly and actually hit the back of my seat before she hit the floor in the middle of the aisle of the bus (which was actually still moving, though at this point the bus driver was pulling over to the shoulder.) She landed on her back right next to me and tried to cover her face but the other girl just plopped down on top of her and kept pounding away at her face. Their short pleated cheerleader skirts hiked up a little bit and I was able to catch glimpses of their green panties while the beating proceeded. (Our school colors were green and white) By this time the bus driver (a large rather and surly woman who I believe was later cast on a show called South Park) was forcing her way through the throng of kids towards the fight.

I remember someone yelling “Yeah! Beat her ASS!!!!” and at this point the blonde girl had a clump of the other girls red curly hair clenched in one hand while winding up for another punch with the other when the bus driver grabbed her arms and pulled her forward towards the front of the bus and off the beaten girl, who was now sobbing and had blood dripping out of her nose.

“All right that’s enough! That’s ENOUGH!!!” the driver was yelling and, although she was a large woman she appeared to be having a hard time yanking the blonde girl away from the red head and in fact the winner of the short brawl managed to stomp the loser in the stomach one last time before she was dragged towards the front of the bus.

At this point the red haired girl was just lying there in a fetal position bawling like a baby. Her knees were curled up and her skirt had hiked completely up, giving everyone a full view of her panties. It was a couple minutes before a couple of the other girls on the bus helped her get up and sat her down in my seat right next to me!!! I was in a complete and total state of arousal and awe like I’d never known before. I couldn’t take my eyes off this girl sitting next to me, who was covering her face, doubled over and sobbing. One boy of high school age was pointing at the loser and saying “She started it Mrs. Wilcox! She started it!!!”

“QUIET!!!!!” The bus driver finally screamed, and this brought a momentary silence while she radioed in to the office. The blonde girl was now sitting in a seat at the front of the bus, staring straight ahead and not making any noise.

It was then that I noticed we were on the side of the road right next to the entrance to the middle school. (It was a fairly small school district that I attended, and the middle school and high school was about a half mile apart. They always dropped off the middle schoolers first and then moved on to the high school. Elementary school was in yet another location and they were bussed in separately)

We sat there for a long time, and I kept staring at the poor beat up red haired girl, who I don’t believe was aware of me in any way. Her sobbing had reduced to a few occasional hitches in her breathing, and someone had given her a tissue with which she was dabbing at her bloodied (and possibly broken) nose. I occasionally noticed that her eyes were all puffy, but for the most part she kept her head down and her face covered.

Eventually the bus pulled into the middle school parking lot, and the principal came out with the gym teacher and another adult I didn’t recognize. The principle and the bus driver talked for a few minutes, and then a police car showed up. One policeman and the principle escorted the blonde girl into the middle school building, and a few minutes later the other officer and the other two adults escorted the red haired girl into the building.

I never found out what the fight was about. I can assume they were held in the office for awhile until their parents came to pick them up. I can also assume they were both suspended for fighting and permanently banned from riding the bus, as neither of them ever appeared on it again. I caught a glimpse of the red head one more time, at a McDonald’s with what I assume to be her parents a year or so later, but I never saw the blonde girl again. (It was two more years before I was in high school, so I figure they had both graduated by then.)

This incident has never left my memory. For days it was all I thought about, and as I write this (some twenty years later) I can remember every detail of the short fight with crystalline detail. All the elements that would later come into my illustrated fantasy world were there; the panties, the blood, the clear winner and loser.

My interest in female fighting got another boost just a few months later when I was up very late at night. I’ve been something of an insomniac my entire life and my folks never cared if I got up in the middle of the night to watch television, as long as I was quiet and got up for school every morning. I went into the living room and turned on the television to find a movie that featured women wrestlers. (Now I know that this movie is called All the Marbles, stars Peter Falk and was actually meant to be a comedy.) The women wrestling scenes seemed particularly realistic to me at the time and I found myself once again enthralled.

Throughout the remainder of my middle school/high school career, I got to witness two or three more girl fights, but nothing ever came close to matching what I had seen on the school bus that day. The idea of it always aroused me like nothing else did, and I kept this a secret from everyone. I thought there might actually be something wrong with me. I began to imagine elaborate fight fantasies taking place between various girls that I would see around. They generally involved two girls who both liked me (naturally!) and needed to settle the score to see which one would get me.

My life became a constant quest for visual stimulation relating to my newly discovered fetishes. I had no access to actual pornography (remember that the internet didn’t exist at the time, at least not in the capacity that it does now) so my collection was limited to photos of women models posing in lingerie or swimsuits, which I dutifully clipped out of ad papers and Victoria Secret catalogues. I stored all this in a shoe box, and would imagine the various girls matched up in different fight scenes, speculating on which one would win. I believe this also contributed to my underwear fetish. Occasional a scene in a movie would depict a girl fight, or I would find some female wrestling on television, which was always exciting.

Eventually I began to try to illustrate my fantasies, but my initial attempts were crude and failed to capture the moments like I truly pictured them. Besides that I lived in constant fear that someone would find them. At this time I did not think that feeling sexual arousal about such a thing could be normal.


(one of my first drawings)

I also began to collect pro wrestling magazines, as occasionally there would be an article or photo featuring female wrestlers, though they were rare.

One day I came across a magazine that was devoted entirely to Women’s Wrestling in the magazine rack at the local grocery store. I had to have it, but I was too embarrassed to buy it! Eventually I stuck it inside another magazine (I believe it was a Mad magazine) and purchased that magazine. I feel silly and bad about this now but whatever: I was quite young.

In this magazine were advertisements for other magazines and videos devoted to various aspects of female fighting I had never before encountered, like Catfighting, apartment house wrestling, and also some ads for topless or nude fighting videos and magazines (though of course they were censored, as this was an over the counter pro wrestling mag.)

Not long after that I was in an old book store and came across some ad catalogues for old Irving Klaw photo stories.

I couldn’t believe this stuff existed. It was beginning to dawn on me that I wasn’t alone. There was a whole world of fellow catfight enthusiasts out there. It was like all the fantasies that I’d thought only existed in my own twisted imagination had already been come up with by someone else at some point and actually depicted in photo, film or comic form. I became more and more insatiable in my collecting of this material, but still nothing quite lived up to the fantasies I had created in my own mind.

At this point I’d only done a handful of drawings, and they weren’t very good, partially because I had nothing to model them on. Now my collection of female fighting pictures was growing. I had the women’s wrestling magazine and the Irving Klaw catalogues, and then I came across an old pin up book, also featuring a catfight story. Now I had something to help me visualize and draw the images I wanted so badly to depict, and one summer, when I was moved out on my own, I started a very ambitious project; my first 16 girl elimination tournament.

This project was never finished, but it served as the first training ground for my drawing skills. I actually started it with what was to be the final championship match in the series, between Stephanie Davis and Tygra (see the first two tiles), so that fight is complete, but only a couple of the rest of the matches are. Some of the girls were based very loosely on girls that I actually knew, but for the most part they were all fictional characters. Eventually I will post all of this work to the site, although much of it is somewhat primitive and will never be finished (though I may re draw some or all of the matches at some point.)

A couple years later I began a new project, and for the first time featured the girls as topless. It was to again be a 16 girl elimination tournament, but it was also never finished, though I got much further along in it.

This series featured two characters that would eventually end up making appearances frequently in the world of Green Tower Illustrations. Beth (left) who would not change much, and Lori (in the purple on the right) who would eventually evolve into the Fighting Ballerina. At this point in my life I was working steadily, had my own place, my own income, and the means by which to collect many magazines and artwork devoted to the world of female fighting in all it’s forms, which I was discovering was bigger than I ever could have imagined. Some of my friends now knew about my fetishes and didn’t seem to think them strange at all, though I still to this day keep it a secret from most of the people I know in real life. I now had a HUGE library of magazines and catalogues, and had opened a post office box in my name for the express purpose of collecting them. I wandered into adult book stores from time to time searching for female fighting material, but I found most things in those places to be more like lesbian girl on girl action, which doesn’t really interest me all that much. In fact, an amusing side note to all of this is that I’ve never really ended up having any interest in the type of pornography most people like.

Another tournament was started but I never got very far in this one, though it included, for the first time, hand written text that I put on the left hand side of each drawing. All of these drawings are rendered with colored pencil and ink, and stored in sheet protectors in binders (of which I now have several)

(Again these stories will eventually all appear on the website.)

Like many things in my life, I create these drawing sets in short bursts of intense activity and then lose interest and move on to other things for awhile. The reason they would get abandoned is primarily because if I tried to go back to them I found that my drawing style had improved a bit, and I didn’t want to continue with the old project so I would start a new one. A couple years actually passed before I would begin my next project: Slumber Party Fight, which would be my first individual story (as opposed to being a tournament.) I completed it around the year 2000.

At this point I had been a long time subscriber to Fighting Females magazine, and through it something called the Am Fem Directory, which is a printed forum and address list for catfight fans to use to correspond. This was when I came up with the idea of Green Tower Illustrations. I purchased a very nice color copier and scanner and registered my business at the local city hall. I started to work on many new projects, including the Solar System Queen Elimination Tournament (which I would eventually finish some six years later.) I also began working on other sets in earnest. I made a little catalogue for my work and mailed out flyers to a cross section of people from the am fem directory with quite a bit of success. The flyers were black and white two sided one sheets featuring a couple of my finished projects, offering prints of them for sale. I also created a full color 16 page booklet featuring all the sets I had completed which I mailed to anyone that ordered from the initial flyer, or anybody who saw my write up in Am-Fem and requested one. At last I was sharing my work and even making a little money from it, which was very exciting. I made quite a few pen pals at this time as well, all of whom I’ve now lost contact with and am hoping will find this site.

At this point I had STILL not gotten involved with the internet. Around this time I started attending community college in the field of history, and five years ago moved myself, my stuff and all my artwork and supplies to another city in order to move on to University. It was here (thanks primarily to student loans) that I acquired my first internet worthy computer and discovered just how truly huge the catfight fan base was. I created a Yahoo Group for my artwork and, having given up on making money by selling printed versions of my work through mail-order, placed all my sets up for the entire world to see. I met a lot of cool people who shared the same interests as me and also found I was able to make money from art commissions.

(Examples from my first two commissioned works)

I accepted and completed quite a few commissions, including one I can’t reprint because I actually sold the rights to a professional website, but eventually found that I had a hard time finishing any work that I’d been paid for. (See the section on Commision Work for more on this subject.)

A couple years ago the Yahoo Group that I had spent a GREAT deal of time on (which had over twelve thousand members) suddenly got deleted, although I must say I’ve seen FAR more graphic groups than mine. It was something I’ve never quite gotten over, but perhaps this site will help fill that void.

Shortly after the group got deleted I had become quite active with the commission thing again, and was in the process of working on a couple of sets involving girls with swords (which is not my usual thing but enjoyable nonetheless) Shortly after that my computer crashed and I lost all my contacts, and I am sincerely hoping that the two or three people who never got the rest of their drawings contact me.

In any event I now have a massive body of work, all of which I intend to place on this website. I will no longer be accepting art commissions, as I don’t want to make anybody wait years and years for their drawings again, but I will possibly be willing to illustrate other people’s ideas from time to time. (again, See Commissioning Work) Also I found someone who is willing and able to help me set the site up, which is something I’ve never had the patience to learn on my own. We will constantly be updating this site to make it bigger and better, and as always I will be cranking out more drawing sets from time to time, so stay with us.

Lastly, my main reason for having this site is that I want to hear from you! Even if you hate my work, feel free to comment. I’m not likely to censor anyone, even if they think my drawings stink!

-Dr. Green
Founder, creator and sole artist of Green Tower Illustrations
October 4th, 2008