Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 09

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 NINE 

Brick Hardy went back to the same office building he was in before and rented out the same office. This time Bella saw it with furniture and a new sign on the door that proclaimed; HARDY ENTERPRISES Brick lived up to his sign and became very enterprising. He brought the other girls down from the camp and booked them in the next all lady wrestling exhibition at St. Nick's. The card would contain all his girls because the manager of the place wanted Bella and Cleo to come back as the headline act. In side of a month of her debut Bella Woods was a lady wrestling star. 

On her grand return engagement at St. Nick's Bella was disappointed to find that the arena was just as empty as when she was there the first time. "There just isn't that much of a demand for lady wrestling matches,” Brick explained. "But, don't worry, I'll think of something to increase the demand." 

That night Zsa Zsa was matched against Lily and Tessie against Opal. Since it was a New York audience the colored girl felled the “Georgia Giant." 

Tessie was allowed to beat little Opal. She was properly booed for picking on such a sweet and feminine creature as the ballet dancer. Sometimes it was good to let the villain win. People not only needed someone to root for they also needed someone to hate. 

The crowd looked forward to the Cleo-Bella match since many of them had been in the audience the last time. Audiences for lady wrestling matches generally stayed the same over the years. It required a very special taste. 

When Cleo made her entrance she was cheered. She had already an impressive following. In the seats there was one group of girls, Bella noted, that she had not seen before. When the girls who were carrying Cleo's robe nodded to them, Bella knew that they had come out to see the "Queen.” 

Bella could readily see that she had a following of her own. On her entrance, men got up and cheered. Two guards led her to the ring to prevent proposals as she had had the last time. Bella felt that the same fellow must be out in the audience awaiting the unveiling. 

When she dropped her robe, she received an ovation as if she had just run the three-minute mile. Again there was a rush to the ringside and she heard some man say, “See, like I toľ ya.' She's really wearin' some thin', ya' unnnerstan'?” 

At least Bella was sure that her act had brought out one new patron. Today, St. Nick's Arena, tomorrow, the world. 

Since Cleo had lost her first match she was to win this one. It wasn't wise to have someone lose all the time. The wrestling audience actually believed that the girls fought in earnest and none of them would tolerate a constant loser. 

Following their rehearsed pattern Cleo won the first fall. Yet, Cleo steadily changed the pattern around a bit, Bella noticed. Now and then she placed her hands on her rear or her breasts bringing titters from the crowd and especially from that special group of girls.. 

"For crying out loud," Bella whispered in Cleo's ear the minute they got into a clutch. "Knock off that feel stuff. We're not back at the camp, you know.” 

Cleo's answer was an even more obvious grab at her buttocks. Some more of the crowd noticed it. "Ya' kin feel this!" an ugly voice shouted. 

Bella broke away from her and went into the bit, where she bounced against the ropes, using her body as a cannonball. She shoved herself against Cleo and she fell. It was time for her to take fall number two. But, as soon as she held Cleo down for the first-second count, she began to tickle her. With a great deal of effort Bella managed to keep up her pressure until the count was over. The next time they fell into a clinch, Bella asked her what she was trying to do. 

Again Cleo kept that mysterious silence of hers. Again she worked in those sexual hand grabbings. 

When the exhibition was over Brick was right be hind the girls as they made their exit. Just as soon as they got through the exit, Brick took his sister by her shoulders and shook her. “You want to see me fail, don't you?" he shouted with rage. "Just when things are breaking my way you want to louse it all up!" 

"Whatever are you talking about?” Cleo asked. "That lesbo bit! That feeling Bella up out there!” 

Cleo smiled. "I was just kidding around a little that's all. What are you getting so excited about?" 

Brick ran his hand across his face. "You were kidding around, weren't you? That's it. I'm sorry, Cleo. I'm nervous, that's all.” 

Bella realized that Brick took Cleo at her word because he wanted to believe her. There was something about Brick's success that grated Cleo. Bella still clung to the theory that Cleo resented her brother's growing independence and she was doing her damnedest to wreck it. For a minute Bella felt like bringing the matter to a head right then and there but she wasn't that sure of herself. There was no way she could prove that Cleo was only "kidding." 

There weren't too many places around the New York area that would accept lady wrestlers but Brick tried them all. He sent his girls to a few rings in New Jersey where they always made an instant hit. All the old pros resented the coming of the new tide of girls and banded together refusing to wrestle with them. 

"Don't let that bother you," he told the girls. "These old timers are just making a last ditch stand against us. After awhile they'll try to join us after they find they can't lick us.” 

Brick called this shot correctly. In just two more months some of the pros, including Butch Morgan and Amazon Ann came around to the office asking for a stall in the stable. Brick turned them all down. He wanted to build lady wrestling from the ground up and he didn't want to be bothered by old materials. 

Everyplace Brick's girls went they were booked as the headliners while the old pros, many who had been around for as long as ten years, had to take first events or none at all. With eight good acts Brick could work out as many combinations as he wanted to. There was Lily against Cleo, Opal against Shirley and Tessie against Bella one week and then everyone would be switched. With just eight girls Brick Hardy not only took over the world of lady wrestling but became the world of lady wrestling. 

Yet, it wasn't a very big world to begin with. What Brick really wanted was to make lady wrestlers as popular as men wrestlers. Only when he reached that level would Brick realize his ambition. The money that came into the office was fairly good and yet it was the best lady wrestling could offer. Zsa Zsa was more than happy with her loot because she could provide for her husband and children with it. Most of the girls claimed they would be happy to go along picking up what they used to make in a month just for a half hour or so a week on the mats. Only Cleo and Charlotte seemed unhappy. Both of them insisted that they should break into the really big time right now. 

When television beckoned in the form of the only station in the New York area that would carry lady wrestling matches, Brick jumped at the opportunity. He decided to give it what he considered his best girls, Bella and Shirley. 

He drove them personally out to the small arena on Long Island and introduced them to the producer of the show while they wore their costumes. The producer took one look at Bella and looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. "She looks like ... she looks like ..." he gasped. 

"I know,” Brick grinned. “She looks like she's naked but ..." 

"That's just the trouble," the producer said. “I can't have her show up on T.V. like that! We go into American living rooms, you know.” 

“But, Bella's been wrestling in that outfit for over three months!” Brick told him. 

"I don't care if she has. You're talking about regular arenas. This is T.V. On T.V. we go right into American living rooms and we can't have a naked broad running around American living rooms! Get her a regular suit or else I can't put her on!" 

Brick's shoulders sagged. “I hope Shirley is all right,” he said. 

The producer looked Shirley up and down and then circled behind her. "What the hell is this?” he said pointing. "There's some names on her ass. Morris Levine, M.D." 

"He's a doctor," Shirley answered proudly. 

"You can't advertise doctors,” the producer said. "Its against the A.M.A. rules.”

"I didn't advertise him," Shirley announced. "I him!” The producer gagged again and slipped into his chair. He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small cardboard box, took a couple of pills from the small cardboard box, swallowed the couple of pills from the small cardboard box and then relaxed. When he spoke his voice sounded as if it came from afar. "I'm a sick man,” he said. “I just want to bring a little happiness into American living rooms. Now here's what you'll have to do, Mister Hardy, if you want your girls to be on the show ... cover up that tattooed girls can and get a regular suit for that redhead. That is all." 

Driving back to the city Brick didn't speak for at least an hour. Finally he said, "I've made up my mind. Shirley, you do like the man says and get a bigger costume. Bella, you don't go on at all. That flesh-colored suit is your identity. If you change now at this stage of the game you would lose it. That is all." 

The next day Shirley enlarged her suit and it passed the producer's inspection. But, in the place of Bella, Brick sent Opal. "Now, that's more like it!” the producer said examining the beautiful young blonde. "You I want in America's living rooms." 

For the event Brick bought a television set and put it in the office. Everyone watched it sitting on desks, chairs and the floor. There wasn't much of an audience at the small arena in Long Island but it was selected in the first place because its size lent greater mobility with the cameras and lights. 

Opal was announced first and threw in a few ballet steps as Shirley made her entrance. When Shirley dropped her robe the small audience sounded like a mob in Rome at the time when lions were fed Christians. Everyone in the office leaned forward to check Shirley's costume. It had been feared she might've broken out her name-revealing bikini just for spite. But, luckily, her inscribed rear was well hidden. 

The girls began the "contest" and Opal had the audience in her slender, young hands. Shirley didn't have a single rooter it seemed, which is exactly the way it all had been planned. 

Shirley then pinned Opal to the mats for the first fall and everyone booed. As soon as Opal got up she did a few more ballet turns and then leaped on the tattooed girl. They struggled on the mats for awhile and the camera closed in on them. 

"Look!" Tessie shouted. 

Everyone saw what she meant. Shirley's behind was steadily slipping out of the suit. The cameraman obviously saw this too and gave it a good close-up. And, there, for America's living rooms was the tattooed name; MORRIS LEVINE, M.D. 

"Off! Off!” Brick shouted instructions to the cameraman. 

But the camera followed Shirley's memento of love until it occurred to the girl that the audience was reacting very strangely. She pulled her costume down just in time. Another name was about to make itself known to the watching nation. 

The telephone rang as the match still went on and Brick picked up up. From the one-way conversation Bella gathered it was the producer calling up to complain. 

“Yes . . . yes, sir,” Brick said. "Yes, I did see it but ... but ... but ..." 

"Brick, you sound like an outboard motor,” Cleo told him. 

No one laughed. All the other girls knew that this was no laughing matter. 

"But...," Brick went on. "I know that A.M.A. ruling. . . . But, it was an accident, accidents will happen. . . . It was your cameraman who kept his damned camera on my girl!” Brick was now getting mad. The televised match still went on. "All right if that's what you think about her ... Opal is all right, isn't she? ... Yes, she's a very fine girl. ... 

Yes, sweet, feminine and very clean ... Yes ... Good night ..." 

Brick held the telephone in his hand. "That was the producer," he said. "He just told me that, if any trouble comes out of this he'll bar all my girls from future exhibitions." 

"You should've checked Shirley's suit before she went on,” Cleo told him. 

"So I should have,” Brick agreed. "But, maybe nothing will come out of this ... who knows?"