Stecher v. Zbyszko

In a wrestling ring in Atlanta, Joseph Stecher, world's heavyweight champion, pursued an old man. Every now and again he would leap in air, waving his legs --legs so prehensile that whenever Stecher wraps them around a wrestler's stomach, the wrestler falls down in agony. The old man, bent nearly double, seemed tired; he staggered when he dodged the python legs. His head hung forward on his neck, but that neck was nearly as big as the head itself, for the old man was Stanislaus Zbyszko, aging Polish wrestler, But what was this ? The crowd rose, shrieking; the referee slapped the old man on the back. Zbyszko had thrown Stecher. . . . The old man got on his feet and smirked mistily at the gallery. What did he care that Stecher had won a previous fall, that in 13 minutes and 46 seconds he would have won the third and deciding fall? He, Stanislaus Zbyszko, was for that moment triumphant. He, nearly 50 years old, had thrown the world's champion with a crotch-and-bar hold.