Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 06

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 SIX 

Once Bella found her gimmick the rest of the wrestling was easy. She learned how to pull another girl's hair, making it look as if she were trying to scalp her while, in fact, the girl hardly felt it. Bella also learned another important wrestling trick ... how to fall. Despite the phoniness of the game it was still possible that one could be hurt in it. Another trick consisted of "stomping” another girl. This involved slamming one foot against the mats good and loud while letting the other touch the girl lightly. To the audience it would look like the downed girl was being struck by as much force as the slamming foot would seem to indicate. 

Acting was a large part of wrestling. Bella needed very little instruction to display pain, anger and villainy. She discovered that she was the hero type one the audience would root for. The only time she would become a villain would be when she was matched against little Opal. But, then, against Opal, everyone was a villain. 

Brick was pleased at how quickly Bella picked up her lessons. Cleo was pleased too, and showed it by constantly kissing her on the mouth. This, in turn, didn't please Opal who obviously felt that her female sugar daddy was out to sweeten someone else. “Just remember,” she warned Bella one night, “Cleo is mine." 

“And you can have her," Bella answered. 

Opal looked at Bella with amazement. "You mean you don't like her?" 

Bella told the youngster that there were a large number of strange women in the world who favored men for lovers. 

“Oh, Bella, you're such a reactionary,” the girl replied. 

Although Brick promised that all the girls eventually would develop their own bunch of rooters Cleo seemed to already have acquired hers. First there were the two college girls that were to serve as her attendants. As Lily had warned her, they were "creepy.” Both of them were completely devoid of make-up and didn't seem the least bit feminine. They weren't masculine either, but rather, were neutral, pale-faced, ingrown, and acted as if they were living in a world of their own. 

Bella soon gathered what kind of world this was when one of them slipped her arm around her waist and said, "Please, I beg you, make me your slave." 

"What?” Bella responded looking into the girl's sickly eyes to see if she were kidding. 

“I've been watching you," the girl said. “You have a wonderful body and I want to serve it." 

“Look, dearie," Bella sighed. "I'm getting sick of you lesbo dames making passes at me. Now beat it." 

"You don't understand," the girl went on. "The world is changing. Women are discovering each other. I'm writing a history of lesbianism and its future for my thesis at college." 

"Don't tell me you're around here for local color?” 

"In a way. I look upon women in sports as the vanguard towards this new age. It is time for us women to take over the world. We can live without men. What good are they anyhow?” 

Bella gave the girl a reply that highlighted a certain Anglo-Saxon term. The college girl hissed through her teeth at the sound of it and rushed off. “Vulgarian!” she shouted. 

Once Zsa Zsa's husband and four children dropped by to visit her at the close of the training period. For the event Zsa Zsa dressed up in her Sun day best but, alas, she still looked like a long-shore man. Zsa Zsa's husband was a thin, balding man who wasn't a beauty himself. As Zsa Zsa had explained before, he was suffering from a heart condition that excluded any work on his part. Zsa Zsa then took on the responsibility of breadwinner while he took care of the children. It was easy to see that they were down on their luck and depended on Zsa Zsa's wrestling to change it. The children were all under ten and, as it happens with many unattractive couples, were beautiful. They were perfectly mannered too and completely devoted to their mother. To them she was the most attractive woman in camp. 

When they left, Zsa Zsa broke into tears. "I've gotta make it,” she said. Bella couldn't bear the sight of such a seemingly powerful woman crying and looked away. If there was anyone Bella wanted to see get any money out of the wrestling game it was Zsa Zsa. 

To celebrate the end of the training Brick let all the girls stay up late and watch the movies on television. It didn't seem like much of a break but, after a month of almost daily workouts it was alike a cruise on a luxury ship. 

During one of the commercials Brick Hardy appeared on television drinking a glass of beer. It didn't last more than five seconds but it was long enough for half of the girls to point to the commercial and shout out Brick's name. 

“Brick, is that really you?” Bella asked. "Yeah," he admitted sullenly. 

"I thought you looked familiar on the first day I met you," Bella went on. “So you're a model." 

Brick got up and turned off the set. "All right, everyone go to bed,” he announced. 

"Let the girls look at the movie," Cleo told her brother. “They don't know that you hate being a model." 

Brick turned the set on and then stamped out of the room. 

"Don't mind him,” Cleo said. "Brick doesn't think a man should live on his looks alone. That's why he's so anxious about this wrestling working out. Then he can feel that he can hold up his head as a man among men, I suppose." 

"I can't see why being a model should annoy him," Shirley said. "He can make tons of money, especially if he is in these T.V. commercials.” 

"He does make a lot of money," Cleo informed everyone. "Not tons of it, just pounds. It's this money he's investing into this project." 

"Hell,” Charlotte added, "so he's not only single and good-looking, he has money besides." 

Bella looked at her sharply. If there was anything Charlotte liked better than men it was men with money. Bella looked toward the bedroom door Brick had closed. For the first time she felt that she could understand him. Brick was desperately trying to build up his own identity and independence. He didn't want to depend on his looks and he was trying to break away from Cleo's obvious dominance at the same time. 

Bella's glance crossed Charlotte's and they didn't have to put in words that both of them intended to be the woman in his life. So far Brick had sampled both of their bodies and liked them because he had come back for seconds. When Charlotte made her second trip into Brick's bedroom Bella made a point of keeping the score even. 

All the other girls knew that Brick was sharing his wealth between them. It was hard to keep any secrets in the crowded farmhouse. This contest became a match between them and, as far as Bella could tell, she was cast as the heroine, the one most of the people were rooting for. 

On Charlotte's side there was Cleo, Opal and the two college girls who dropped by every weekend. Bella knew why Cleo favored Charlotte. All the Vermont cowgirl could offer him was her body so that Brick would still need someone else to depend upon for the other forms of companionship ... and Cleo wanted to be that one. Cleo's girlfriends simply went along with her because they were her girlfriends. Between Cleo's brain and Charlotte's body Bella knew she had a fight on her hands. 

The following morning Brick left before breakfast and took his station wagon to New York City. There was excitement in the camp now because everyone knew that he was going to attempt to set up the first pro matches. There was nothing to do for the rest of the day but wait for him to return with some news. Most of them spent the time resting in their rooms. Bella and Lily walked around the grounds making small talk about the birds and the bees ... the actual birds and bees for now the weather was warm and beautiful and brought all the little springtime creatures out. Lily was anxious to get back to the city while Bella found that she had gotten used to country life. She had never felt so fit before. 

Noon came and went and still Brick's station wagon didn't show up. It looked like a long and empty afternoon until Bella saw Shirley wrap a towel around herself and head for the bathroom. Now was her chance to see Shirley's complete works of art. 

Shirley was soaking in the tub when she got into the bathroom. The tattooed lady greeted her warmly and Bella wished she knew just how long she was going to stay in the tub with all her pretty pictures submerged. 

Bella stayed in the shower for a few minutes and then stuck her head out when she heard Shirley splashing the tub water. But, the tattooed lady had only changed her position and was still hidden by a layer of suds. Yet, she seemed to get the idea why Bella was in the bathroom in the first place. "You want to see the rest of my tattoos, don't you?" she said. 

“Well ... er ... ah.. ,"Bella replied cleverly. 

“All you have to do is ask. Hell, I didn't get all this stuff on just to hide it.” 

Bella watched as Shirley stood up in the tub and swept away some clinging suds from her body. Just above her pelvis, a bright red devil stood in a spread-legged manner with his legs made hairy by Shirley herself and not by the tattooer's needle. In the devil's hands there was a large pitchfork with an inscription on it. Bella asked what it said and Shirley told her to come over and see for herself. Bella did and, getting on her knees, she read the words aloud, "Enter At Your Own Risk!” At first Bella didn't know what to make of it until she realized where the devil was pointing his pitchfork. "Pretty classy, huh?” Shirley said with a grin. "No question about it," Bella told her. 

“Now take a look at these," Shirley said as she turned her back. 

On each of her buttocks there was a list of names in blue letters. Next to each name there was a date. "I don't get it,” Bella said. 

“Those are all the guys who did. The date next to their names shows when.". 

Now Bella could see that the impressive list were all men's names. The earliest date went back over ten years ago while the latest was less than ten weeks ago. “Interesting," Bella said. “But, Shirley, you've run out of room.” 

"I know, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna put myself in mothballs." 

“Do the men know they're ... itemized?" 

"How can they miss that list down there? They not only know about it, they get a kick out of knowing I put their names down. You'd be surprised at how men go in for tattooed ladies. And not just creeps either. I've had some professional men after me. If you look at that list you'll see some with M.D. after their names." 

"So I've noticed.” 

"And my mother used to tell me I'd never get a doctor,” Shirley said proudly. 

“What does your family think of you getting so many tattoos?" 

"Naturally they don't like it. I'm the family skeleton that no one talks about.” 

“Then why did you get tattooed in the first place?”

"Because no one ever paid attention to me before I did. Now I need a stick to beat off the men. You may not believe it, but its true. Guys want to go around bragging they shacked up with a tattooed lady. I know it's not me they really want ... just my skin." 

"I can say the same thing about myself,” Bella assured her. 

Downstairs some of the girls began to talk excitedly. Then Bella picked out a few words. Brick was coming! With Shirley she rushed out of the bathroom and into clothes. When they got downstairs Brick was coming through the door. By the number of dimples that were scattered across his face like buckshot, Bella knew he had some good news. "Girls," he said, "I have four of you booked into St. Nick's Arena next week.” 

Everyone spoke at once asking the same question ... which four? 

Brick pointed to his sister first and said her name. That much figured. Then he pointed to Charlotte. Then he pointed to Shirley. Then he pointed to Bella. “I'm matching Cleo with Charlotte and Bella with Shirley," he continued. "Naturally, none of you will be headliners on the card. But, it's a damn good start. The manager of the place wants to see you four girls in a couple of days. So, get your beauty sleep." 

All the girls were smiling, even those who hadn't been picked ... all the girls except Cleo. “I just wish you'd let me come along as I wanted to, Brick," she said coldly. 

Again the dimples vanished. “Cleo, I did fine," Brick told her. “Will you let me do something on my own just once?” 

The feeling of gaiety didn't take long to vanish either. For the first time, the ever-present tension Bella could feel always existed between brother and sister, broke through the surface. 

"Of course, Brick," Cleo said forcing herself to smile. "You're the man of the house." 

"And don't you forget it!” Brick shouted in a show of anger and defiance. Just as he had last night, he made a foot-stomping exit to his room. But, unlike last night, Bella followed him. 

Only when they were both in his room did Brick take notice that Bella was close by. “Please," he told her, “I'm not in the mood for company." 

"You and your sister never did get along too well,” Bella stated flatly. "Before you say that it's none of my business I know it isn't. I just want you to know that I'm with you all the way." 

Brick opened and closed his fists in repressed anger for a second or so and then he relaxed. “Thanks for that, Bella," he said. “I'm glad somebody believes in me. Sometimes I think ... oh, never mind.” 

“Tell me.” 

Brick sighed as if a great weight was slipping off his chest. “Sometimes I think,” he said slowly, “that Cleo ... wants to see me fail." 

Bella didn't answer but she knew that, perhaps for the first time in his life, Brick saw his sister in her true light. It was not uncommon for people with a need to know that someone must depend on them to secretly wish to keep that person in a constant state of dependency. 

Bella remembered a girl she knew who had an alcoholic husband. She wore her martyrdom like a medal but, when it looked as if her husband managed to climb on the wagon, she realized that his need for her strength was being taken from her, that her medal was being stripped away. The girl actually seemed happy when her husband was discovered in the gutter or some drunk tank. It was an unhealthy relationship and Bella had seen it repeated many times over between mothers who wanted to hang onto their sons, fathers who wanted to hang on to their daughters, husbands who wanted to hang on to their wives and ... sisters who wanted to hang on to their brothers. 

What was Cleo's need, Bella wondered? And, why was Cleo's need? She was far from being an example of mental health so it could be any number of reasons. One of these days, Bella knew, it, like the so recent display of temperament, would break the surface. Then Bella was ready to deal with it. But, for now, she offered Brick the comfort she had in vast supply. “Do you want me to stay here ... to night?” she asked. 

Brick nodded and pulled her body towards him. He kissed her long, wet and hard on her open mouth. Bella closed her eyes as their tongues met. 

During the night Bella heard someone come down the stairs just as she was about to fall off to sleep. Next to her Brick slept, his curly head nestled between her breasts like one large, hairy book between two large, smooth book ends. As with all men, passion was an exhausting pastime for him. And, for Bella, as with all women, the same passion lingered as it receded slowly, keeping her awake with its memory. 

The descending footsteps reached the last step and then started to come toward the door. Bella, aware of who it was, tensed, preparing herself for the long overdue meeting. 

The door opened and Charlotte called out softly, "Brick ... Brick are you awake . . . ?” 

Charlotte walked over to the bed and, through the moonlight that filtered in the room, Bella could see that she was naked. Now she knew how Charlotte had managed to spend a couple of nights with Brick. How could any man turn that much meat on the hoof away from his door. Charlotte, Bella thought, you're so goddamned obvious. 

“Brick ... ?" Charlotte repeated staring down at Bella. 

“No, I'm not Brick, you idiot,” Bella told her without anger. “Go back to bed.” 

"Bella, what are you doing here?” "I'll give you one guess." 

Of all the nerve! Why, you're nothing but a two-bit whore!" 

If there was anything Bella couldn't stand being called was a whore. And, a two-bit one ... She kicked Charlotte in the stomach and she bellowed. Bella leaped out of bed and pulled her hair savagely so that she fell to the floor with a loud thud. 

Brick turned on the light to reveal a pool of thrashing, naked female limbs at his bedside. "Hey! Break it up!” he demanded. 

Telling them to break it up was like telling Everest to stop being a mountain. Both girls knew that this was one battle that just had to be and they clawed, slugged and kneed each other as they rolled back and forth across the rug. 

The noise brought all the girls from upstairs downstairs in a hurry. Cleo tried to step between them but she stepped back just as quickly. She knew she needed help for this one despite her proven ability. She called for the rest of the girls to help her part the wildcats and Bella felt arms come at her from all directions. 

"Okay, girls, call it a draw," Lily said as she held Bella's arms against her sides. 

“Let me at that bitch!” Charlotte screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face was scratched and bleeding and it made Bella realize that she was equally bloody. 

“Look at them,” Brick complained. “How can I bring them to New York all messed up with cuts?” 

“Let me finish her!” Charlotte demanded as she squirmed against the combined weight and might of Tessie, Zsa Zsa and Cleo. 

"Don't you know enough to lock the door when you're shacking up?" Cleo said to her brother. 

“Look who's talking!” Brick snapped. 

"Never mind me. At least I know how to handle women, you don't. And cover yourself up!” 

Brick discovered that every inch of his manhood was exposed and he pulled the bed covers over himself. “All right," he mumbled. “Both of you girls ... all of you girls ... beat it." 

Cleo led Charlotte out of the room with the help of Tessie and Zsa Zsa. Bella looked back at Brick pleading. To return to her room now would be an admission of defeat. “Brick ... she said trying to convey this predicament to him by the inflection of her voice alone. 

But, Brick Hardy had given his all and then some for one day and night and refused even to look at her. Bella didn't press the issue and went upstairs where she went to bed with Lily. She started to cry and Lily held her in her arms. 

“Don't let it annoy you, baby,” she said rubbing her breasts against hers. “Most men aren't worth crying over anyhow." 

"B... Brick is ..." 

"That's just because you've been stuck out here for a month with him being the only stud around. Wait'll you get back to New York.” 

Yes, Bella thought, Brick wasn't the only man in the world. Just wait'll she got back to New York. Yes, just wait and see.