Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 13

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 THIRTEEN 

Each day at exactly the same time, Bella had to re-turn to the roof of Fallon's building. Each day she had to lie on a hot, dirty, tar-smelling spot above the city's streets while completely nude and wait for Fallon. Once she decided to leave her clothes on until she heard him coming but he caught her before she could strip herself. “I want you to wallow here in the nude!” he had shouted. “Pigs do not wear clothes! You will not wear clothes!” 

Tortured and humiliated, Bella waited for the trial to begin so that she could finally be free of Fallon. She made up her mind that, if the verdict went against them, she would kill the degenerate lawyer for putting her through so much for nothing. Each day Fallon would have another unspeakable act for her to perform. 

When the day finally came that she was to spend that certain hour in court rather than on the roof she wept for joy. 

The courtroom was full of spectators and reporters with many standing along the walls. Fallon always brought out the crowds and this case was interesting enough on its own. As usual Fallon was dressed in his morning suit, striped pants, tails and homburg. He was the kind of lawyer who supported the contention that a lawyer was repressed actor. He smiled to everyone including the jury. When he sat at the table he leaned over and whispered to Bella, “Only three women on the jury. We're in luck." 

"What's so lucky about it?” Bella asked. 

Fallon patted her hand. "My dear, with your looks, you could get away with murder if you had an all-male jury." 

Bella glanced over at the jury. They were all looking at her. She detected that timeless glint in all the men's eyes but the three women looked at her with sullen expressions on their faces. Through long experience Bella knew that, if there was anything middle-aged, homely women hated most in the world it was young, attractive women. 

At the other table in the courtroom sat the producer and his lawyer. Both of them seemed casual and sure of themselves. Bella looked around the courtroom and saw some of the girls amongst the spectators. She gave a small wave of her hand to Lily. Then the judge entered and everyone stood up. The drama, comedy or farce had begun. 

The producer's lawyer stated the first argument in forceful and outraged terms. Bella shrank inside her self. She didn't know what Fallon would say in answer but it would have to be good to top the other lawyer. From what she could see she was all but put in the Woman's House of Detention already. 

Then Fallon rose and posed for a moment to let everyone know that it was now the master's turn. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he began. “This case is very simple to decide upon and I don't want to take up your time with the endless invective that my worthy opponent deemed fit to suffer you with. My client is accused of wearing an immoral costume and, thereby, performing an indecent act. My opponent bases his claim on the supposition that the 

costume my client wore gave the illusion of nudity because it was, quote, flesh-colored, unquote.” Fallon then picked up Bella's latex suit and showed it to the jury. “I have here the costume in question. You will note that it is the size of a respectable bathing suit. I am sure that you ladies on the jury have worn one just as large on the beach. It covers the body. It is accepted. It is modest. My client wore this suit on television in the performance of her duty and it is charged that, in wearing it, she put on a, quote, in decent performance, unquote. Pass this suit amongst you ladies and gentlemen and decide for yourselves.” 

After the costume was listed as Exhibit One the jury passed it from hand to hand. Fallon leaned against the jury box and smiled. 

"Your honor," the opposing lawyer said, getting to his feet, "we agree that the size of the suit is acceptable and covers the young woman modestly. What makes this costume immodest is its color. When Miss Bella Woods wears it it blends in with the color of her skin and makes her appear as if she were naked. Miss Woods bought this suit and wore this suit knowing that it made that effect. The only way to really judge this suit is by having Miss Woods wear it ... if she dares.” 

Bella's stomach tightened. Wear the suit in court? That would really finish her. Fallon had a good idea in trying to have the suit judged as an article apart rather than having it judged as a part of her. But the other lawyer had seen Fallon's plan and attacked it. She couldn't wear the suit in court and then expect to win the case. Fallon had to stop it. 

“That seems to be a fair enough proposition,” the judge said. “Are you willing to have your client wear the suit in question in court, Mister Fallon?” 

Fallon never stopped smiling. “Of course, your honor," he said. 

Brick almost fell out of his seat. He leaned over to Bella and whispered, "What the hell is he trying to do?" 

Bella could see that the producer was asking his own lawyer the same question. Fallon's easy acceptance confused them as much as it did her. The courtroom murmured. They sounded to Bella like the audiences she had wrestled in front of audiences that were always doubtful as to whether she was naked or not. 

"And," Fallon said, "the jury will see that this is not a flesh-colored garment and, therefore, a modest one." 

Bella felt her head lighten. Had Fallon flipped? Of course it was flesh colored! He had admitted it himself the first time he had seen it and run it through his fingers. 

"Will the matron take Miss Woods to my chambers," the judge said. “There you will change, Miss Woods, into this costume and return to court." 

Fallon added that, to give the jury the exact impression the T.V. audience had, Bella should also come out wearing the robe she had worn then. Bella couldn't see what good that would do. If anything the robe served to point up the illusion more sharply. When she dropped it the audience never seemed to get used to the sudden change from the darkness of the robe to the whiteness of her costume and skin. 

The matron led Bella into the judge's chambers. She changed into the suit as she had done so many times before in dressing rooms and wrapped the robe around her. When she returned to the courtroom everyone gaped at her, hushed and expectant. Fallon took her by the arm and placed her before the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "this young lady stands before you without speaking in her own defense. She does not have to speak. She has but to drop this robe and show you her defense. My opponent contends that she gives the illusion of nudity by wearing a flesh-colored suit. Flesh colored. And what is flesh-colored? Flesh-colored means that the garment blends into the wearer's own coloring. I repeat... Miss Bella Woods is not wearing a flesh-colored suit!” With that Fallon pulled off her robe. 

The courtroom gasped and then loud murmurings began. Bella waited. 

"Does this look like a flesh-colored suit?” Fallon demanded. “Does this suit give my client the illusion of nudity?" 

"Objection! Objection!” the other lawyer screamed. “She's sunburnt!" 

For the first time Bella could see how sharply the whiteness of her suit contrasted to the redness of her sunburn. So that was why Fallon had her stay up on the roof an hour or two every day for a week! 

“Of course, she's sunburnt," Fallon shouted back. "Is there a law against a girl getting sunburnt?” 

"But ... but she isn't supposed to be sunburnt!" the lawyer shouted in desperation. 

"She isn't supposed to be sunburnt?” Fallon responded in surprise. “Is this Russia? Is this democratic America? Which?” 

"Under that suit her skin blends with the suit!” the lawyer said angrily. "Let's see that!” 

Fallon pretended to gasp with revulsion. “My dear sir! What are you suggesting?” 

The judge called the court to order and then looked at Bella with tired eyes. “Miss Woods," he asked, “just when did you get this sunburn?” 

"Why ... recently," Bella answered. 

“As recent as a week or two ago?” the judge went on. 

"Yes." 

The judge nodded and turned his tired eyes to Fallon. “I suppose she's completely sunburned too?" 

Fallon put a shocked expression on his face. "Your honor, how would I know?" 

The producer and his lawyer started to speak loudly at once. The jury leaned forward with all of them, including the women, still staring at Bella's lush, red-white form. Bella knew that the judge knew that Fallon knew he had pulled a spectacular trick out of his homburg, a trick that would convince the jury. 

"I call for a mis-trial!” the other lawyer demanded. “This isn't the way she appeared on television!” 

"In other words my client isn't permitted the right of going to a beach for a swim or sunning herself on a roof," Fallon said really pouring it on this time. “I appeal to you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if the right of one girl to enjoy the sun is taken from her then our own right to enjoy the sun is endangered too. My client is wearing a bathing suit, a suit that is specifically made to go to the beach or a pool. Is it her fault that she got sunburnt? Is it against the law for a girl to sunburn? Is she to be forbidden to get sunburnt? Is this the country that so many of our brave boys fought and died for? Go to any Veteran's Hospital and see these boys without arms, without legs who fought for the right of every citizen to laugh and sing in the sunshine!” Then Fallon, who by this time had tears streaming down his face, glared at the producer. “But there are some people who want to take away this right that so many of our boys have fought, bled and died for!” 

The jury, completely in Fallon's hands, added their glares to his. Bella heard one of the women mumble to someone sitting next to her, "The lousy Reds." 

The judge did not call for a mis-trial and sent out the jury. They bounded right back in to declare Bella and Brick "not guilty.” The courtroom cheered. 

Joseph P. Fallon strutted out of the courtroom and into a battery of photographers. When Bella got dressed she had a session with the photographers and reporters too. They all wanted to know if she intended to wear her latex suit again. Bella felt like saying she wished she would never see it again but she knew that would be admission that she really was guilty. “Of course I'll wear it,” she answered. “There isn't anything immodest about it. There is only immodesty in some people's minds." 

Brick took Bella's hand and ran for a cab. When they got inside they waved a few times to the crowd. After the cab had turned the first corner they began to laugh with relief, happiness and victory. They laughed and laughed and they couldn't stop themselves.