Lady Wrestler By James Harvey - Chapter 07

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 SEVEN 

The basement of St. Nick's Arena wasn't the most attractive place in New York City but, after the prolonged tenure in the country, it looked like a nightclub to the four girls. 

Bella, Cleo, Shirley and Charlotte put on their costumes in a bare room while Brick and several men interested in promoting the wrestling matches waited outside. Brick wanted to show them what the girls would look like to the audience. 

Cleo had her college creeps with her for her grand entrance and Shirley put on a costume that looked nothing more than a slightly over-sized bikini. Brick had promised her the shortest costume the law allowed and Bella wondered if he didn't bend the law a little. Not only did the costume show the largest part of the two bears it also revealed at least six names on Shirley's crazy address book. 

Charlotte strode up and down the room in her western outfit with the full realization that she did provide a striking figure. Bella was just dying to strike it a few more times for luck but she had promised both Brick and Cleo that a truce would reign between them for awhile at least. 

Bella was worried as to whether or not her own flesh-colored, skin-tight bathing suit would pass inspection. So far as she knew the men outside might object and she would be stuck for what every wrestler needs more than ability ... a gimmick. 

There was a knock on the door and Brick's anxious voice asked, “Are you ready, girls?" 

All the girls looked at each other and then at the door. "As ready as we'll ever be," Cleo answered. 

“All right then ...," Brick began. 

A thick voice outside the door cut him short. "I gotta better idea, let's see these broads of yours in the ring upstairs. I wanna see them in action too." 

Again the girls exchanged looks. None of them expected this. All they thought it would be was a quick check of the costumes. Now they had to audition their acts. 

Brick agreed readily. To do less would imply a lack of confidence in his girls. They waited a few minutes longer and Brick opened the door. His face was pale. 

“Okay, girls," he said “I guess this is ... is ..." "It?" Bella asked. "Yeah ... sure,” Brick responded dully. 

Bella was sorry that she teased him. He was depending a great deal on the audition upstairs. 

"First,” he said, "we'll have Cleo and Charlotte. Just come in like I told you. Just pretend there is a mob out there." 

Brick and the four girls walked up a flight of iron stairs to an entrance that opened into the arena it self. It was ghostly empty except for several men sitting near the ringside. The ring itself was lit and shone like a bright island in a dark and silent sea. "Jeez!” Shirley commented 

As soon as Brick walked down to the seated men he indicated for Charlotte to come on. There was one thing Bella had to give the empty-headed doll, dumb as she was she was a trouper. She ran down the aisle giving out her rebel yells and climbed into the ring waving her ten-gallon hat and toy gun. 

Then Brick indicated for Cleo. The college girls grabbed the edge of her robe and Cleo began her stately march down the aisle. Bella could see that Brick was talking hurriedly to the men, no doubt filling them in as to what tune was to be played at that point. 

When Cleo reached the ring she dropped her robe and gave it to her attendants according to script. The "battle” began as almost an anti-climax to the many hours put in rehearsing. So far it was just like testing an incoming show for the benefit of the backers. 

Bella tried to find just how the men at ringside were reacting but she couldn't even see what they looked like. Cleo and Charlotte wrestled for about twenty minutes and then Brick called it to a halt. 

"We're next! We're next!” Shirley said excitedly. 

After the first two girls cleared the ring Brick indicated for Shirley to come on. Shirley wrapped a simple robe around her and went down the aisle quickly. As soon as she got inside the ring she took the robe off to reveal her picture-covered skin. Now Bella could see that the men were interested. All of them got out of their seats and practically climbed in the ring after her. Maybe Shirley was right, Bella thought. Men do go after tattooed ladies. 

Then, finally, it was her turn. Like Shirley she had a robe to wear until she got to the ring. As soon as she reached it she climbed up a short flight of wooden stairs and went through the ropes. She could feel several sets of eyes on her. She didn't want to turn and face them. No, not just yet. When Bella reached the center of the ring she took off her robe. 

“My gawd, she's nekkid!” a man shouted. 

There was a rush towards the ringside and chairs fell. Faces bobbed along the edge of the ring like so many corks in a storm. 

"Wait," another voice claimed, "she ain't nekkid! That's a bathing suit she got on!” 

"Of course she's nekkid!” the first voice insisted. "Look at her ass!” 

"I'm lookin' at her ass and I still say she ain't nekkid!" the second voice insisted just as loudly. 

There was a long pause and Bella could feel eyes boring into her. Why the hell don't you tell them, Brick 

"You're right ... she ain't nekkid,” the voice agreed. 

"You see ..." Brick started to say. “What a built!” still another voice chimed in. "She don't have to wrestle," yet one other voice said. “All she has to do is stand there." 

Shirley was put out by the sudden switch in attention from her to Bella. In desperation she dropped her costume to show the devil and his pitchfork. "It says here ..." she said pointing to the inscription. 

One of the men cut her short. "Hold it! That ain't in the act, I hope!” 

"Of course not!” Brick all but shouted. 

"If it was, I'd have the cops down here and closing up the place. Sex, I don't mind. That flesh-colored suit is a great idea. She's as covered up as any other dame wrestler, yet she can look like she's nekkid. If that don't pack 'em in to St. Nick's Arena then nothin' will." 

“Now, these two are a couple of my best wrestlers,” Brick said. 

"I'll take your word for it," a man said. “But, once these two come on, who needs wrestling? All anybody should do is sit back and look.” 

Shirley was glad that the man included her in his statement and covered up her devil, pitchfork, inscription, hairy legs and all. 

"Okay,” Brick told them. “All you girls go back to the basement and get dressed." 

Bella and Shirley picked up their robes and left the ring. Cleo and Charlotte, who had been watching from seats in one of the center rows of the vast arena, joined them in the long walk back up the aisle. As soon as they reached the basement room they got out of their costumes and into their street clothes. All of them were excited. It all seemed to be over but the signing of contracts. 

When Brick came down several minutes later he was all dimples. “They like all of you," he told them. “The big boss says that you're even better than his headliners." 

"Then why doesn't he make us the headliners?" Charlotte, billing-conscious as ever, asked. 

"That will come in time, believe me," Brick said. “So far, we're off to a fine start.” 

"Just how fine a start?” Cleo demanded. “You didn't seem to take long in talking business with those men.” 

"There's not so much money in it if that's what you mean," Brick answered trying to keep his voice under control. “You remember that we expected to take anything for the first few matches just for a chance to break them in and showcase them.” 

Cleo and Brick stared into each other's eyes for a few long seconds. Finally it was Cleo who broke away. “I feel in a party mood," she said to one of the college girls. 

As if on cue the girl pressed her hand on Cleo's arm. "Then you will come and meet my friends?” she said. "Oh, I've told them so much about you and the other girls. The rest of you are invited too." 

"No thanks," Charlotte answered. “I don't dig lesbians.” 

"Don't look at me," Shirley responded. "I've got a man I'm going to look up today." 

“And I suppose you know my feelings,” Bella added. 

The college girls sighed in unison. Cleo held out her elbows and each girl took one. The three of them marched out of the room. 

"You don't mind if I see my guy, do you, Brick?” Shirley asked. 

"No," Brick told her. “Go and enjoy yourself.” 

Shirley left in a rush. As Bella watched her she could see that, in regular street clothes, Shirley looked like any other woman in street clothes. She wore long sleeves and dark stockings to hide her artwork and, no doubt, was anxious to uncover it for the audience of one gentleman . . . an art critic if not a lover. 

The sudden departures of Cleo, her friends and Shirley left the room strangely hollow. Now the strained relations between Charlotte and Bella could not be hidden by small talk. The truce that they had agreed upon seemed to waver. 

"I'll buy you girls dinner,” Brick said jumping into the breech. 

Charlotte grabbed his arm and glared at Bella. "I think Bella has someplace to go ... don't you, Bella?” she said. 

“Of course," Bella replied. It would do Brick some good, she thought, if he got the idea that she could have any number of men. 

Charlotte seemed surprised at Bella's casual attitude. She had expected some resistance. As soon as the three of them got out into the sun-drenched streets Bella hailed a cab. She had no idea of where she was going but knew that it would look impressive if she left both of them rather than the other way around. She bade them "goodbye” and entered the cab. Once she was inside she tried to think of an address to give the driver. The only one that came to mind was Tony's mirrored-ceiling sex trap so she gave the driver that one. When the cab pulled off Bella glanced back through the rear window. Charlotte was clinging to Brick as if he were a turkey she had just won at a Bingo game. 

When the cab turned a corner Bella thought of telling the driver to drop her off at some stop a few blocks away. But, then she couldn't see what harm there would be in dropping in on Tony in the first place. The hairy bastard would try to rape her, of course but, in her present mood, she wouldn't give a damn if he succeeded.