Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 17

1962 Genre: Vintage Sleaze / Lady Wrestlers

When is a lady not a lady?

When she is a lady wrestler.

What compulsions drive these voluptuous creatures into the Lady Wrestling racket; and how are they different from other women? Why do they allow themselves to be clawed, slugged, kneed and butted? What do these super-gals do for sexual pleasure? Here is the only story that answers all of these questions and many more about this grotesque sport where girls pin girls for pay and pleasure.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Unlike the newspaper coverage of Bella's latex bathing suit case the reaction following the night's battle was recorded by even the tabloids as a disgusting and ugly spectacle. It was one thing for a beautiful girl to come out and flaunt her curves in public but quite another for two girls to get into a bloody, profane and completely unfeminine public fight. 

What made the case utterly bad was the proven charges of lesbianism and, since Opal was involved, child molestation. The "thesis” that the college girl had been writing contained a virtual diary of sexual perversion, naming names and places. 

The worst part of the whole business came when Opal's parents found out about her. They were a couple of plain, hard-working farm people who lived in a desolate section of the country where they were connected to the world by the barest of strings so that they never knew about their daughter's activities. Finding out she was actually a lady wrestler was bad enough but ... to find out she had been initiated into lesbianism was just too much. The parents fully blamed Cleo and everyone who was involved in the Hardy Enterprises. Brick found it impossible to defend himself. After all, he did know about his sister's attentions toward the minor girl and he did know that she was supposed to be in college. Brick, as well as Cleo, was charged with impairing the morals of a minor. In the minds of most Americans this was on the same level as treason and mother killing, 

Lady wrestling, for what it was, sunk to a new low. When it was found out that many of the wrestlers Cleo trained were lesbians it cast doubts on the sexual leanings of every lady wrestler in the field. Naturally, it was easy to believe the charge. Most people considered lady wrestling a strange position for any girl to be in in the first place. The scandal caused by the Cleo-Bella fight rocked the field of lady wrestling and exhibitions all over the country were being cancelled. The sour smell of failure spread. 

In New York, Joseph P. Fallon agreed to defend Cleo ... at his usual rates. Cleo told him what to do with himself in a single and very certain term. After the newspapers had their day the case ended dismally with both Cleo and Brick being fined and given suspended sentences. No charge was leveled against Bella since she was only defending herself that night and had nothing to do with Opal's or anyone else's seduction. She had her nose reset and managed to get Cleo to pay for it. 

Opal's parents took her back home after blasting New York as a "cesspool of sin and perversion.” They refused to press charges to avoid any further publicity. The college Opal was supposed to be going to suffered its share of slung mud. It was found that it contained a large and active lesbian group which Cleo's attendants belonged to. The college dropped the two girls who were involved in the case, and, it was rumored, that one of the girl's “thesis” was not acceptable anyhow. 

Everyone seemed to be fleeing from any connection with the scandal. St. Nick's announced that it would ban lady wrestling and other arenas followed suit. Some arenas thought that there might be some life in the racket yet and opened their exhibitions to the worst box office ever recorded. Cleo had done her work well. 

After court Cleo was met by three loyal butches who made a point of showing everybody their condition. To the people who stared at them they shouted, "What the hell are you bastards looking at? Haven't you ever seen a bull dyke before?” 

Only Bella waited for Brick when he came out of court. She ignored the reporters questions. All she did was want to get in bed with Brick and stay with him. Sex was their drug, the thing that brought forgetfulness 

When Brick came out he looked as if he had been put through a ringer. When he saw Bella his face lit up. She had waited for him. A dismal rain began and the streets around the court emptied quickly. Silently they walked down the steps and hailed a cab. It was a big change from the last time they were in the same courthouse several months ago.

They went to the offices of the Hardy Enterprises. Once again the furniture had been removed leaving nothing but the telephone. A year ago, almost to the day, Bella remembered entering this office and seeing it in the same condition. It had been a fast year and a full one. Bella was satisfied with what she had left out of it. Brick. Beautiful, sex-crazy, Brick. 

When the telephone rang it was always one of the girls explaining why she couldn't stick with the company. Brick answered that he understood and that he couldn't blame them. 

Zsa Zsa came to the office herself. Her homely face was stained with tears. “I just wanted to tell you I think its all a damn shame," she said. “After all the work we put in, the business has to break up just when we were making a buck. And ... I have to tell you, Brick ... I can't stick this thing out. People think I'm weird enough as it is. I have to quit." Zsa Zsa broke forth with an abundant flood of tears. She tried to say something else but she couldn't find her voice. She ran out of the office bawling all the way. With that the last of the girls had handed in their notices. Shirley had found herself a spot with a freak show and Charlotte had hooked up with a movie producer who considered her the greatest actress since Dagmar. 

Bella shoved her breast into Brick's face. She knew he always did go for that. "Come on," she said, "let's see a dimple.” 

Brick flashed her one and only one dimple. "Sorry, Bella,” he said. "I'm just so goddamned depressed I can't get up a smile or anything else.” 

Bella gave him both of her breasts. “I wouldn't say that. You’re about due for a little you know what.” 

She started to rub her body against him and Brick reached his hand under her skirt. Bella was about to unzip a few zippers when the door opened again. They parted company and gazed at a pretty, olive-skinned girl wearing a damp raincoat. “Oops!" she said. "I didn't mean to break up anything. You're Brick Hardy aren't you?” 

Brick nodded. "My name is Princess Wahoo and I'm a wrestler," she announced. Before Brick could say something she peeled off her raincoat. She was wearing a cute Indian outfit that flattered her shapely young body, "How do you like it? I wowed them with this costume back home. I've been seeing this cowgirl and I think I'd make a good match with her. I'm ready to go right now because you don't have to train me." 

Princess Wahoo stood in the center of the bare office and Bella couldn't help remembering the time she was standing there and Cleo was sitting where she was now on the windowsill. There was no question about the girl's quality. She was attractive, bright and ambitious. She would've been a perfect match with Charlotte too. 

"Princess," Brick said tiredly, "haven't you been reading the papers? There is no such thing as lady wrestling." 

The girl smiled. “You're just saying that because of the bad breaks you've had. Lady wrestling will always be around. Right now its just lying low for things to cool off. A few months and you'll be back on top. I figured you'd be needing some fresh talent so that's why I came over." 

“Take a look around you,” Brick all but cried out. "I'm leaving the office. This is my last day here. At three o'clock there won't be any more Hardy Enterprise." 

The girl shrugged her shoulder. “So you're not in a good mood today. I'll leave my name and address. When you're ready to start again let me know." 

Brick took the girl's hastily written slip of paper. 

"If I ever start again, sweetheart, you'll be the first to know." 

Princess Wahoo put her raincoat back on and opened the door. “Okay, that's a date. You two can go back to where you left off.” She closed the door and Bella went over and locked it. 

Brick started to laugh. "That girl actually believes what she says. She actually thinks there's a future in this racket!” 

Bella stood on her toes and pressed hard against Brick, her bosom pillowing his face. “That girl is right,” she said. “People forget easily. We can do it, Brick. We can come back and make a go of this racket.” 

Brick moved his hand back up under Bella's skirt. “Maybe so," he said. “We might even make a good living out of it. But, I don't think we'll ever lick the world." 

Bella fumbled with Brick's clothing, searching and finding what she sought most. She felt Brick Hardy squirm with sheer joy. "Why the hell do we have to lick the world in the first place when we have each other?” she asked. 

END