Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 11

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 ELEVEN 

The first part of the publicity plot was easy, that of having the producer accept Bella as one of the acts for the next lady wrestling exhibition. It seemed that the response he got from the Shirley-Opal match was favorable with people asking for more such interesting matches. Oddly enough no one mentioned the close up on Morris Levine's name. Brick assumed that the public was so taken by the unusual combination of a tattooed lady wrestling with a girl in ballet tights that one small tattoo went unnoticed. 

The producer was now only too willing to accept more such colorful performances from Brick's stable even though he still drew the line at Bella appearing in her flesh-colored outfit. A bright red bathing suit was found for Bella and she showed herself to the producer in that. He smacked his lips and grunted like Henry the Eighth over a suckling pig. "Wonderful figure," he said. "Wrestling needs beautiful women." He grabbed Bella by her bare arm and added, "I'm sure you'll be a big hit, my dear." 

Sweety, Bella thought, you don't know the half of it. 

The next day when Bella showed up for the match she took her flesh colored suit instead of the red one. Her whole excuse for coming out in the ring with it would be that she had simply forgotten about the switch in outfits. It was best to keep the excuse simple, both she and Brick decided. Accidents happen all the time. A slip of the mind, that's all. Who could condemn her on that? 

There was only one weak link in the whole plan. If the producer should try to check Bella just before she went on. If he did come down to the dressing room to remind her that she was to wear her red out fit then that would kill her excuse. There was a good chance, too, that the producer would attempt to look Bella over before the show began. His interest in her was obvious for his pill-taking had increased. Bella and Brick didn't know if the pills were to sooth the savage beast or excite it but the beast was there all the same, lurking behind that pot belly and under that gray hair. 

Brick decided to stick with the producer until the very start of the show when he wouldn't have any chance to look at Bella beforehand. He brought him out for a round of drinks. In the producer's case this drink was skim milk. “Ulcers," he explained. 

"Really?” Brick said as if he had just been told by the graying and portly man that he had just found Adolph Hitler and was having him over for a house guest. "Why I could never have believed it. You look in the prime of health!” 

The producer gave a modest blush. “Well, I must admit I do manage to keep in shape.” Then he went into a spiel about his food intake and his bowel out go. All this time Brick acted as if the man was revealing to him the secrets of the universe. Only rarely did Brick let his eyes waver from the producer's sickly face and that was always toward a big electric clock on the wall. The minutes kept passing by and Brick wished them all a silent "bon voyage." 

Bella was to be matched against Tessie the Two Ton Teuton who was over anxious about the match since it was to be her television debut. Over and over again Tessie explained what holds they were to go into and what falls they were to take. Bella didn't have the heart to tell her that the match was only going to last long enough for the producer or director or cameraman to cut the show off the air. 

When the time finally came for the exhibition to begin Bella breathed a sigh of relief that Brick had kept the producer away from the arena. Actually, Bella didn't have anything to worry about because the producer was so deeply engrossed in telling Brick about his ability to pass water he wouldn't know if an atom bomb went off. 

The announcer in the small arena called Tessie on first. She bounded through the ropes with the belief that she had a full thirty minutes of air time ahead of her. 

Then the announcer called out Bella's name. 

Bella walked down the short aisle to the ring quickly with her robe wrapped tightly around her. The seats were full, all three or four hundred of them. All of them applauded her as she went through the ropes and walked to the center of the ring. The cameras edged in a little closer. 

Bella took one look at the cameras to see if their red lights were on, indicating that they were working. The red lights glittered at her like traffic signals telling her to stop. But, Bella couldn't stop now, she had gone too far. 

Then she dropped her robe. 

The few hundred people in the audience roared and the announcer gaped at her with his mouth frozen open. Again Bella heard the cries that she was naked and other voices claiming that she wasn't. The cameras darted toward her and then away from her as if their operators were trying to decide themselves. 

Then the red lights went out on the cameras and Bella knew that someone had finally given the order to blank out the show. 

"Get her off there!” a shirt-sleeved man said from the rear of the arena. “My God, she's naked ... isn't she? She has to be naked! I just cut the show off the air!" 

Tessie looked at Bella and seemed to be on the verge of tears. “Off the air?" she repeated dully. “We can't be. My whole family is watching ... my friends...." 

The announcer tossed Bella her robe. "Weren't you warned about that suit?” he asked coldly. 

Bella tried out her excuse for the first time. “That's right! I forgot all about that. It was a mistake. Gee, I'm sorry." 

The announcer looked at her for a moment and then shook his head. He left the ring without saying another word. Did she convince him or not, Bella wondered? 

Bella herself left the ring and rushed into her dressing room. She wanted to get out of her outfit as soon as possible. What was happening now? Were telephone calls coming into the station? Were the police on their way? And what was being said in the homes across the country at this moment? 

“Who is it?” Bella asked. 

"I'm a reporter," the voice answered. “Tell me one thing ... you were naked, weren't you?” 

As she completed dressing Bella shouted the essential facts about her costume and about the "mistake." 

Brick, where are you? 

She knew that he was taking the producer to a nearby restaurant the last time she saw him but she couldn't believe that he was still there with him. Bella didn't know where to go after she got dressed but she sure as hell knew that she wasn't staying around the studio. When she opened the door, the small hall seemed to be packed solid with wall-to-wall people. "Please," she implored them, "I've got to go now." 

A flash went off in her face. The news photographers were here already. Men started shooting questions at her and they all were basically the same, whether she was or was not naked. As she elbowed through the crowd Bella kept repeating her story like a noisy parrot. She couldn't see Tessie anywhere and thought she probably was weeping in her dressing room about her abortive T. V. career. Poor Tessie. Maybe it would all work out for the best yet. 

Bella managed to get to the stage door and fled to the restaurant she had last seen Brick go to. Amazingly enough he was still there, his eyes glazed from boredom and doing his damnedest to look interested in what the producer was saying. 

"... there's not enough roughage in today's diets," the man was explaining. “Always remember this, greens put you in the pink. How do you like that? A little slogan I thought up myself ..." 

The producer gave Bella a double take and then a triple take. “What are you doing here?” he said. “Isn't the exhibition supposed to begin in about ..." He looked at his watch, shook it, listened to it and then looked up at the big, electric clock on the wall. “My goodness, you're late! The show began ten minutes ago!" 

Bella shook her head. “The show went off the air ten minutes ago." 

"Why?” Brick asked picking up his cue. "Whatever for?" "I had my flesh-colored suit on by mistake." 

The producer's eyes widened. He gasped and searched his pockets for his little box of pills He opened his mouth and dumped them in all down at once. "My heart ..." he said. “My ulcers. ...my liver.... my lungs. ..." And then he let out a scream. “My F.C.C. license!” 

With that Brick grabbed Bella by the arm and ran like hell.