Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 05

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 FIVE 

A stirring next to her woke Bella and she blinked at the sunlight flooding the room. For a moment she thought Tony was in bed next to her and she wondered what part she was trying out for this time. But there was no mirror on the ceiling above her and, when she propped herself on her elbow, she could see that she definitely wasn't in bed with Tony. Instead of his flabby, hairy body she found a pair of hard, smooth and hairless dark breasts. Lily. 

Bella slipped out of bed and into her panty and bra set. She glanced toward the door afraid that Cleo might make a stormy entrance. It was unlike her to be afraid of anyone but Cleo was the exception that proved the rule. 

After Cleo had ... and there could be no other word for it ... raped her she had hauled off and pasted her one on the chin. Bella then recalled rushing for the door, opening it and diving into bed with Lily for protection. The colored girl had wrapped her arms around her but Cleo never showed up. As Bella stepped into a pair of slacks she realized that sometime during the day she had to face Cleo. Right now she was willing to call off the whole damned wrestling bit and go back to New York where she would starve but at least she would starve in peace. 

Lily opened her eyes and yawned. "Up before me, huh?” She began to scratch her breasts and they jiggled like two dusky melons being examined by a shopper in a market. My protector, Bella thought. My knight in ebony. 

“Thanks for last evening," Bella told her. 

Lily furrowed her brow in thought for a moment and then said, “Oh, you mean Cleo. Don't worry, she won't bother you. The same thing happened to me when I got here. Call it initiation.” 

“You mean she did ... that to all of the girls here?” 

"Not all. Just you, me, Opal and Charlotte ... pretty ones.” 

Bella put her short sleeve sweater on slowly. "You mean she even got Charlotte?” Bella asked wishing that she had been around to see it. 

Lily sat up in bed letting her brown breasts roll against the covers. "Sure, and that was some battle. She lasted even longer than you. But, you know as well as I do by now, once Cleo gets you in that crazy hold of hers no girl can stand up against her.” 

"And ... how about you?” 

Lily smiled broadly. “Hell, I didn't put up any kind of fight at all. I had butches come after me lots of times. They like me. I guess you might call me a femme.” 

"A femme?" 

"Yeah, a girl who goes with these butch-type girls. I'm not really a lesbian, you know. I'm just a realist. The way I figure is my long suit is my looks and this lush brown body of mine. If Cleo Hardy says she can turn it into a money-making wrestler, I'll let her ... I'll let her do anything she wants with me.” 

Bella couldn't bring it in her heart to hold Lily's cynicism against her. After all, didn't she use Tony to the same end? “How about this Opal? She seems to like Cleo.” 

“She does,” Lily said getting out of bed and walking over to her clothes with long, dark legs. "It's too bad. Opal isn't really a lesbian. Cleo got her at an impressionable age.” 

“Just how old is she?" "Seventeen.” 

“And her parents don't mind her going in for this wrestling jazz?" 

"From what I get out of her, her parents think she's going to college someplace in New York. She has a friend drop her letters off from the college. And that reminds me, wait'll you see the two creepy broads from that college that act as Cleo's attendants when she puts on that Queen bit.” Lily put on slacks and a blouse without bothering about underclothes. "Lets go down and eat. If Cleo gives you any trouble I'll back you up. She can't lick us both ... at once, that is." 

Downstairs Bella could see that she and Lily were the last to show up for breakfast. Charlotte, as she expected, was sitting next to Brick. At the end of the table Cleo and Opal were whispering sweet some things in each other's ears. Bella took her seat, feeling several pair of eyes on her. She was sure that everyone knew about her "lesson” last night. 

"Hello, Bella," Cleo said. 

Bella refused to answer and, instead, poured herself some coffee. 

"Bella, Cleo is talking to you,” Charlotte said with a teasing undertone. "Now we all know that you two aren't exactly strangers." 

Bella glanced at Charlotte and then at Brick sitting so close to her. It suddenly occurred to her that the handsome promoter obviously must know about his sister's romps on the other side of Sex Street and she wondered what, if any, was his opinion of it. "Brick," she said looking directly at him and ignoring Charlotte entirely, "do you know that Cleo is a bull dyke?” 

Someone dropped a cup but Bella refused to find out who it was. She was too interested in Brick's re action. At first it seemed as if Brick simply wasn't going to react because he stared at a spot above her head for a moment and then coughed. Finally he managed to return Bella's questioning stare. “Now, Bella, you're in show business," he said with a weak smile. "You must have known a lot of people ... all kinds of people ... 

This time the fear Bella felt earlier evaporated like morning mist and she was good and mad. "No, I never met anyone like your sister!" she shouted. “I didn't come here to be raped by some goddamned woman! Last night Cleo ..." 

Brick suddenly got to his feet and strode out of the room without listening to or saying another word. All the women at the table looked at each other and then at Bella. Cleo merely hitched her lips into a half smile and then winked at Bella with one, faded blue eye. "There's one thing you'll have to know while you're here,” she said flatly. “My brother hates to have anyone say things against me.” 

"It's true, isn't it?” Bella screamed across the table. "And, I'll tell you something else. Keep your distance from me or ..." 

"Or what, Bella?" Cleo asked. "I'll leave." 

"We can't have deserters at this stage of the game," Cleo sighed. “I can't understand what you're getting so excited about in the first place. What's a little sex between friends ... or enemies for that matter?” 

“Of course not,” Charlotte added. "The first night I was here, Cleo had me and, last night ..." Charlotte didn't finish her statement but left it hanging in the air like a juicy piece of meat just out of reach. Then she left the table swinging her fleshy behind back and forth with clock-like regularity. 

Bella suddenly lost interest in Cleo and her love of girls, to Brick and his love of girls. Could it be true? Had Charlotte, New England's answer to Calamity Jane, conquered the man she was after? For an answer Bella looked at Zsa Zsa with a silent plea. Only she could tell whether or not Charlotte had been chastely bedded down last night. 

Zsa Zsa shrugged. “So she didn't find me such good company and left the room about midnight and went downstairs." 

"And ... when did she come back?” Bella wanted to know. 

Zsa Zsa's ugly face was gentle. “She didn't come back.” 

"Now it's my brother's sex life you're concerned about,” Cleo said. "Bella, you missed your calling. You should've been a reformer." 

A dark hand patted Bella's. "Let's eat and forget about it," Lily told her. 

Bella started to eat. Forgetting wasn't so easy. 

After breakfast everyone went outside to the ring. Brick put Tessie and Opal through their paces with a hero-villain act where the beefy older woman chased the young girl around the ring as if she were about to kill her. Now and then Opal made a few ballet leaps to get out of Tessie's way. It was the story of the Beauty and the Beast told in the terms of lady wrestlers. 

Next Lily White was paired off with Shirley, the girl with the skin Nazi concentration camp guards would love to make lampshades of. In the broad light of day her tattoos seemed even bigger and brighter than usual. Shirley obviously loved to show off her body as much as Cleo and Opal loved to show off theirs. She wore an even shorter pair of shorts and her bra had about as much material as a man's tie would have ... a necktie. Now Bella could see some of the artwork she had missed. On each of her breasts there was a picture of a bear and, when she was involved in a wrestling hold, the bears would get together in a not-too-innocent position. Bella wondered what other mysteries Shirley had to unfold. She decided to make a point of taking a bath with her sometime. 

The Lily-Shirley match was even more interesting than the Tessie-Opal one. Lily broke into a dance of her own. It wasn't the classic ballet of Opal but rather something far more primitive and far more exciting. To heighten the effect of being an African Amazon, Lily wore a leopard skin and kept her feet bare. 

Under Brick's instructions Shirley would pretend to flee in terror and escape to the safety zone outside the ropes of the ring. This would give Lily a chance to go into a “victory” dance which included leaps in the air and stampings on the mat. Then Shirley would “regain her courage” and charge in. Soon the ring was full of dark and colorful splendor. 

"Okay girls,” Brick said with dimples bursting on his cheeks, "that was great! Are you watching all this, Bella?” 

Bella nodded. “How can I help not?” she added. 

“Don't worry," Brick called over to her, “we'll think of a gimmick for you." 

Up until now Bella wasn't worried about any kind of gimmick. But, since Brick brought up the subject, she was as worried as hell. Every girl in the place had something of her own that could be exploited. Shirley had her tattoos. Opal and Lily had their dancing. Zsa Zsa had her ugliness. And Charlotte, besides having a very cute costume, had Brick. 

A gimmick. Now what could she do for a gimmick? On the first day Brick had suggested changing her name to "Big Red Woods” and she had followed it up by wondering if it meant she was to come dressed as a tree. Then she spoke in jest. Now Bella started to give the matter serious consideration. A tree. Maybe she can get a pair of brown tights to signify a trunk and then ... What then? Put a damned bird nest in her hair? Have a dog come running out now and then with one leg stuck out? 

Suddenly band music blasted out of a loud speaker. Brick had a portable speaker system near ring side and he had it on with a record player. The tune was familiar to everyone who had ever graduated and walked down the aisle for a diploma to the stately music of “Land of Hope and Glory." 

Cleo, dressed as a Queen with a long trailing robe and a crown on her head, began to step slowly down the aisle towards the ring. Bella felt her mouth drop open. There was no question about it, here was an entrance Helen Hayes would take up wrestling for. 

When Cleo got to the ring she dropped off her robe in a very regal manner to reveal a wrestling costume that was made of a shiny material. Even without the robe Cleo retained her queenly bearing. Bella stared at her and wondered how someone who looked so much like a woman could still be a boy at heart. 

Charlotte Cummings made her entrance by giving out with a few rebel yells and running to the ring quickly and hopping over the ropes. She was wearing her cowgirl outfit, phony guns and all. So that was going to be another match, the Queen and the Cowgirl. Bella had to hand it to Brick, he knew his showmanship. 

As the girls began to wrestle Bella could see that the “rough and ready red-blooded American girl" was trying to grab the crown off the Queen's head. If anyone wanted to grab the crown it would be easy enough but, in this way, there was drama. Bella was sure there was some psychological explanation for why the public would be interested in such a match, something about the desire of the underdog to downgrade the overlord. The crown on Cleo's head was a symbol of authority, no doubt, and Charlotte's feverish reachings portrayed the “masses” in revolt. Bella wondered if Brick had any intention of playing Moscow. 

Finally Charlotte grabbed Cleo's crown and began to run around the ring with it shouting. Cleo then changed her pattern from a clean-cut regal defender to a vengeful attacker. She let out a scream and grabbed Charlotte, dumping her to the mats for the three-second count and the first fall. With that she grabbed the crown back and placed it in her own corner. 

“That's enough for now," Brick told them. "I can see where this bit needs fixing. It would be better for Charlotte to come on first and then you, Cleo." 

"You promised the last entrance to me, Brick," Charlotte said with a phony pout. 

“But, its better this way,” Brick explained. “You can't expect a Queen to show up before a cowgirl. Queens always show up last.” “That ain't democratic," Charlotte insisted. 

“Of course it isn't democratic," Brick told her losing dimples by the minute. "That's the whole pitch. You, the Great Unwashed ..." 

"The Great Who?" Charlotte screamed. 

Brick's last dimple was swallowed by a glum expression that swept over his face. “The Great Unwashed,” he said measuring every word, “refers to the suffering and dirty masses of humanity ...." 

Charlotte's scream cut the country air, perhaps even the city air if there was a city within ten miles. “Dirty mass?" she managed to say. “Who are you calling a dirty mass?" 

Throwing his hands up in the air, Brick stamped across the mats. "Don't you know anything about history?" 

"What's history got to do with wrestling?" Charlotte asked. 

Brick opened his mouth and closed it again, realizing that it was impossible to argue with her. Bella could've saved Brick the trouble. When Charlotte was in the shows on Broadway her pint-sized I.Q. became as well known as her giant-sized boobies. Once, when the musical she was in had to move to another theater, she still kept dropping around to the old one. The first time she was convinced that the show had folded and went back to her hotel. The second time, still not used to going to the new theater, she went to the old one that now held an O'Neill drama. Her entrance on stage during a gloomy, drunk scene in a half dozen spangles was still remembered by columnists as one of the greatest laughs of any season on Broadway. Even when someone forcibly pulled her from the stage it still didn't sink into Charlotte's brain that she had made a little mistake. She kept asking everyone who was "that drunk who kept lousing me up?" And it was this specimen that Brick had some thought of explaining a mixture of politics, revolt and psychology to. 

"Brick," Bella said softly, "do you want me to take Charlotte's place 

Again Charlotte let out her air-raid siren scream. "You will like hell! I'm the Golden Girl of the West!” 

"Then act like you're the Golden Girl of the West!” Brick yelled at her. "Come down the aisle after the Queen comes on!” 

Charlotte leered at Bella. "You ain't taking over my part," she said. 

Bella could see that her plan to take over Charlotte's gimmick had backfired. Now Miss Low I.Q. intended to hang on to it, Great Unwashed or no. Again Bella started to think of turning herself into a tree. Let's see ... that dog isn't such a corny idea after all . . . She could get a trained one and ... 

The next match was called between Zsa Zsa and Lily. Here they went through their well-rehearsed paces of the Ku Klux Klan clashing with the N.A.A.C.P. This time it was a relief to see a couple who knew the social ramifications involved. The girls had the bit down so pat, in fact, it looked like a move-by-move rerun of yesterday's match. When Brick brought it to a halt, his dimples were back in full glory. "You two have it made," he told them. 

Everyone broke for lunch and Bella felt guilty about being the only one who hadn't performed on the mats ... the mats on the outside ring that is. She used her conserved energy by beating Charlotte to the chair next to Brick. 

Charlotte didn't give up without a parting shot. "You got him this noon," she whispered in her ear. "I get him tonight." 

Bella wanted desperately to get into the swing of things as quickly as possible. “Brick," she said, "about that tree idea of yours ..." 

“What tree idea?” 

"You know, about me coming out dressed as a tree ..." 

Brick shook his head for a moment. “Oh, now I remember. I was just thrashing around for an idea when I came up with that one. I thought it over. It won't work.” He patted Bella's hand. “Don't worry, we'll think up something for you yet.” 

"A gimmick is pretty important, isn't it?" 

"Important?” Brick answered. “Bella, gimmicks are all there is to popular wrestling. Look, have you got anything in those two suitcases of yours that might give us some ideas?” 

"There are some outfits I used for rehearsal workouts," Bella said hopefully. 

"Good,” Brick told her. "After lunch we'll look them over together." 

Bella gave a small gasp at the word together. She bolted down the meal to get rid of it in a hurry. 

For the afternoon's training program Cleo took over while Bella and Brick Hardy rummaged through the two suitcases. Bella found it strange that his sister's claim that the second floor was strictly no man's land was observed to the letter. Brick refused to go up and Bella had to drag the two suitcases down to him. But, once they were down Brick man fully picked them up and led her to his room where he opened them on the bed. 

Brick's bedroom was a reconverted living room that also served as the main office for the training camp. The room itself was dominated by an extra-large bed, and Bella felt a keen pang of envy to know that Charlotte had romped upon it last night. Before the training program was over, she promised herself, she would enjoy this playground some night, too. 

“What's this?” Brick asked picking up a milk-white latex bathing suit. 

"That's my don't-go-near-the water suit. I bought it once just to look sexy on the beach but I never got the chance to wear it for some reason or other.” 

"Try it on,” Brick said handing it to her. “I won't peek. I've got some work to do at that desk.” He walked over to a large old-fashioned desk and sat with his back turned as he busied himself with some papers. 

Bella took off her clothes slowly, hoping that Brick would peek and then she would have a chance to show him that she had a much better figure than Charlotte's. But, Brick, true to his word, never turned a hair. No doubt he was pretty blasé when it came to viewing girls in the raw, Bella judged. 

When she got down to her skin, Bella found it hard getting into the latex bathing suit. It was a tight fit and she wondered if she was putting on any weight. Finally she got the suit on over her hips and breasts. “Ready," she announced. 

Brick turned, gasped and turned his head away again. "Oh, excuse me. I thought I heard you say you were ready." 

"I am ready." "But ... but you're still naked." "I'm not naked. I've got that suit on." 

Brick turned his Apollo-like profile once more. His blue eyes widened. “I'll be damned ... you do have it on!” 

"Is something wrong?" 

He got off his chair and began to study Bella from all angles. "No, nothing's wrong at all. In fact, something may be just right. Haven't you ever worn that suit before?"

"No, I told you I never got around to wearing it." 

"Then you don't know that you look as if you're completely naked in it?” 

Bella gazed at herself in a mirror and yelped. It was true. The milk-whiteness of the skin-tight bathing suit matched exactly the milk-whiteness of her skin-tight skin. It was only with close inspection that she could tell that she was wearing anything at all. “It's a good thing I didn't wear it,” she said. “I would've been nabbed.”

“Hell, you would've been mobbed. And that's exactly what I have in mind for your gimmick.” 

“You don't mean you want me to come out in this ... out in front of the public?" 

"I can't see what good it would do in private. Bella, with that red hair and that white suit you'll have every guy in the audience getting up." 

Once more Bella looked at herself in the mirror. She turned her back and looked over her shoulder. Here the illusion of nudity was even more noticeable with the latex hugging taut against her shapely buttocks. All this time she had been trying to think of some complicated gimmick to match the other girls and now she came up with the simplest one of all and probably the best. She could just see Charlotte turn green with envy. "To hell with the trees,” she said. “This is for me." 

Brick favored her with his complete stock of dimples. He stood very close to her and let his hand drop down to her latex-covered can. "Fine material,” he said. “It even feels like skin." 

Taking this as a cue Bella shoved one of her better points against his chest. “Do you want to see if maybe my skin feels like latex?” she offered. 

Brick covered the breast with his hand and squeezed. With probing fingers he dug under the tight suit and pulled a shoulder strap down. Out popped one answer to a milk strike. Brick weighed the offering in his hand for a moment and then plunged his mouth upon it. These Hardy's, Bella decided, have very strong oral drives. 

She curled her white fingers into Brick's black hair and pressed his head even tighter against her body. Brick took her up in his arms and deposited her on his bed. After locking the door he went back to the bed removing his shirt on the way. Just as Clark Gable wasn't wearing an undershirt in "It Happened One Night” Brick Hardy didn't happen to wear one that afternoon. 

His chest was lightly haired and heavily muscled and his stomach was as hard and as flat as a wash board. Bella couldn't help but compare him to Tony. And, when Brick took off the rest of his clothes, she could readily see just how much more of a man he really was. 

Bella peeled off her suit and Brick took her naked body in his strong arms. He pressed his own naked flesh against hers and Bella groaned with pleasure and pain. Her hands ran over his remarkably large back while Brick Hardy took her buttocks in his hands. Both of them crushed each to each other as if they were trying to weld themselves into one single body of passion. Bella moaned softly, clinging to him while her body seemed to move with a force all its own his hot breath and burning hand, urging into wilder and wilder motions. 

There was no doubt about it. Brick was a better man than Tony. He was even a better man than his sister.