12 Sports Aces, May 1943 — page 86: what you’re looking at

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84 | 12 SPORTS ACES | 08 Ree Gre Pre Gor GeoGor Ger Ore Ger Gor Soe GooGs+ Gor Poo Gor Geo Orr Gre O+- Gre Gre O or Ooo Bes Os to his knees shaken. Stan pounced on him and deftly flipped Carter over. It was one fall to a finish. He put the pressure on Carter’s shoulders. Carter bridged. He aimed a vicious kick at Stan’s face. Stan jerked his head aside and the kick grazed his jaw. Carter bridged desperately and kept threshing with his feet. The crowd booed. Slowly, slowly, Stan’s shoulders moved forward and down. Carter was strong, much stronger than Stan thought. He would cripple Buck for life when they met in the ring. That could not be. Stan knew Buck was a bet- ter wrestler, he deserved to be the champ. Carter would win with dirty wrestling. He was one of Hertzog’s men. They should be treated like Nazis. The muscles in Stan’s huge shoulders bulged. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He pushed against Carter with every- thing he had. Carter shot a desperate look at the referee, If he lost, Carter would not get a crack at Buck Williams for a Jong time. The referee circled. His face was fran- tic. Stan knew he was waiting for a chance to break it up and give Carter an- other chance. Stan increased the pressure. His face moved close to Carter’s. Something sharp suddenly gouged into Stan’s left eye. A million lights exploded before him and lightning pain streaked through his eye and throbbed in his head. He held on, gritting his teeth and waited for the referee to call the foul. The referee made no motion. The pres- sure against Stan’s eyeball increased. He held on as long as he could against the grinding pain, then jerked his head back. Carter kicked against Stan’s chest at the same time and Stan flew backwards. Carter jumped up with a snarl and rushed him. Stan held a hand over his flaming eye and kept his right hand in front of him. Carter clubbed a closed fist to Stan’s jaw, then grabbed him by the waist and tripped him to the mat. Stan laid there stunned. Something heavy landed on his chest. Stan automati- cally bridged. The referee hovered over them, an anxious arm ready to clap Car- ter on the shoulder. ARTER pressed until his face turned from a livid red to blue. Stan fought back with every ounce of strength in his giant body. “Get the Gargoyle!” yelled the hys- terical fans. “Get him!” The veins in Carter’s forehead stood out. The referee crouched ever them, his eyes glued on the small distance between Stan’s shoulders and the mat. Carter gave an extra shove and Stan went rigid. He gritted his teeth and bat- tled against the increased pressure. He could not lose. He must not lose. He had to win for Buck Williams. He had to break this hold and make sure he did not give Carter another chance to. cripple him. Stan lifted upward with every last bit of strength he could muster. Carter must net cripple him, he vowed grimly. Stan had to go back and fight the Nazis. Fight the Nazis in Poland like he had that September in 1989 when the world came te an end. It would be different now. Sikorski and his Polish divisions were equipped with the most modern weapons. And the Americans were in it now. It would not be like it was in 1939 when the Nazis had captured him at the head of a dazed, bewildered company of soldiers. The Nazis did not like the stub- born resistance of his cempany. They made an example of Captain Stanley Kalakewski to his men. They pounded rifle butts against his face, beat him over the head and then threw him into a road- - gide ditch to die like a dog. it would be different now. He was ready, he was strong again. He had to go back to fight the Nazis. He would get revenge for the people in his village. His beloved Manya amd many others were no longer alive. Manya had been considered too pretty by the Nazi officers to die right away. Rage brought a hidden reservoir of strength to the surface. Stan gave a su- perhuman shove upward and Carter flew off him. Stan jumped to his feet with a dark face. | Hertzeg pounded the ring apron. “You Gomichbooks General (E(0)