Pulp Fiction, 1943 · page 87 of 100
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# Page Analysis: "Mat Monster" This page contains story prose from a pulp fiction narrative titled "Mat Monster" (page 85). The text depicts the climax of a wrestling match where a character named Stan defeats his opponent Carter in brutal fashion, then experiences an emotional moment when the crowd—initially booing—begins cheering for him. The passage concludes with Stan and Buck Williams discussing fighting Nazis, suggesting a wartime setting. At the bottom is a Red Cross War Fund advertisement dated March 1943, encouraging donations with the phrase "This year... I'm giving double!"
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MAT MONSTER 85 eer Bee Bere reed Be Bre Gee Dee D Deo Dee Beo oe sap!” he hissed. “What ya tryin’ to do?” Stan ignored him. He came straight for Carter. Carter backed away with fear in his eyes. Stan grabbed his arm. Carter tried to puneh him, and Stan grabbed his other arm. He pulled Carter towards him and held him in a crushing bear hug. Carter’s eyes popped wide with pain. His mouth opened in a cry. Stan stifled the cry with an extra squeeze. He crushed until his arms felt as if they would snap. Sweat ran down his face. The stunned crowd sat silent. The referee stared at them with a be- wildered look on his face. Stan gave a final squeeze, something cracked and Carter slumped in his arms. Stan took his arms away and Carter dropped to the mat and was motionless. The hushed crowd came to life with a thunderous chorus of boos. Stan faced them panting. Buck Williams jumped to his feet and faced the audience with a snarl. He banged his hands together in applause. The crowd was puzzled. The champ was applauding the Gargoyle. What was going on? {t took them a while to get it, but what was good enough for the champ was good enough for them. The booing decreased. The applause got louder. The booing al- most disappeared. — Pe Serene ro rer BeBe Men De Den pre Ber Der Grr GerW robe Mer Grrr Bes Beohe o - Buck Williams faced the ring and shouted, “Attaboy, Stan!’ Someone near him took up the cheer. It spread. The fickle crowd saw the light. After all, the Gargoyle had put up a good bout at that. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy in spite of his ugly face. ! Stan listened to them and tears glis- tened in his eyes. They were cheering for him, They were cheering him for the first time since he had come to Ameriea. He waved his hand, his face started to split. He hesitated, then unashamedly brushed aside the tears of gladness which coursed down his cheeks. He climbed out of the ring and Hert- zog came up with a snarl, “You double- crossin’ rat!” He pulled something short and black out of his pocket. Stan’s left arm swept out like a bear’s paw. It caught Hertzog under the jaw and knocked him into the third row of seats. Stan grabbed Buck Williams’ hand and said, “You goot boy, Bock. You go keel Nazis; I go, too. Mebbe sometime we meet in Poland.” Williams held his hand in a firm grip. He said, “I hope I can get at least half as many as you do, Stan!” Stan’s face split and Williams smiled right back at him. RED CROSS WAR FUND MARCH-~1943 Gomichbooks (EO) 4 7 *} ASA : pans a) Ps oh { Sw wh Be Po ht A :