GREATEST FIGHTS OF THE 20TH CENTURY!

1937:
This was a short fight. I just punched poor old Freddie Erickson in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. Freddie was always a sucker for that shot to the breadbasket.

1937:
Another short fight. I got Freddie in my Death Grip until he had to give up. Those fights didn’t change our friendship; we were best pals for years.

1938:
Oh oh, This time I had to go up against Dick Albrecht. As part of our gang Dick and his brother Doug sometimes got the fatal notion to test me to see if I was still boss. Mostly we rassled. Until one time me and Dick got into it with our fists on the sidewalk in front of the old Safeway store on University Ave in East Palo Alto.

Everything was going good until Dick ducked and I sprained my little finger hitting him on the head. Can’t remember the outcome, but I don’t think the guy ever laid a paw on me.

1938:
In this fight I had to go up against Dick’s older brother Doug. Me and Doug had rassled before, not seriously, but he was tough and I knew it. Then one day old Doug got fire in his eyes. When a kid got fire in his eyes you had to look out. I’d never fought anybody before with fire in his eyes. Old Doug came at me and chased me clear over to Johnson’s Neighborhood Grocery Store at the end of the auto court, which is what they called motels way back then.

Anyway, old Doug chased me all around the auto court until he finally cornered me in the backyard of our house on Capitol Ave. He was so mad and had chased me so far I was starting to get worried. This was not light fun anymore. This was serious business that I had to face up to or I would be finished as the leader of our boyhood gang.

So okay. I finally stopped and let Doug catch me. I was too winded to run anymore anyway. The first thing I did was put my famous old Death Grip on him and rassle him down under the azalea bush. Poor old Doug acted like he thought he could break this most famous of all my rassling holds. He was really squirming around and wouldn’t give up when I asked him, “Ya give? Ya give?

What old Doug didn’t realize was that this time was different and my Death Grip was even more unbreakable because I had added a refinement developed over the years--I called this refinement my Clincher. What I did with the Clincher was, I kept my right arm around poor old Doug’s neck in a choke hold while at the same time grabbing hold of the azalea bush with both hands. When I did that, poor Doug was finished and he knew it. One more time I asked him if he gave up and he finally said, “Okay, okay, I give!”

Hah! Nobody ever got out of my Death Grip.

Wrote by hand,
Vince
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