WRESTLING Anderson Beats Hunter With Submission Fall

Press, Volume CIII, Issue 30446, 21 May 1964, Page 18

WRESTLING Anderson Beats Hunter With Submission Fall

With a clutch of cheering children beneath each of his ample arms, Peter Fanenc Maivia Anderson left the ring at Canterbury Court last evening wearing several scars of battle, a liberal coating of perspiration, and a smile as wide as the Lyttelton tunnel. The reason for his jubilation? Victory, literally from behind, against the redoubtable Rocky Hunter.

It was another entertaining affair, and whatever one may think of the pastime, there is no doubt that the administration has been wise tn assembling young men who can move quickly, rather than more elderly gentlemen who lean heavily on masks, or beards, or both. Hunter again caused several ripples of excitement with his penchant for leaping straight to his feet from improbable position—a play, which Anderson himself admired so much that he congratulated Hunter with a warm and apparently genuine handshake. Not quite so convincing was the problem in dynamics set by Anderson in

the first round, when he held Hunter in a head scissors and slapped his own leg to set Hunter off moaning and groaning. Anderson has limbs like middle-aged trees, and it seemed highly improbable that the repercussions of the slap would carry quite so far.

The forearm jolting began in the third round, with Hunter striking the first hollow note. Anderson's first jolt was a tremendous affair, and might well have been heard in Woolston. But there were some swinging knees, drop-kicks, and a dump by Hunter to win him a fall. Anderson seemed to be in such straits that it would re-

quire a block and tackle to get him back to his corner. Hunter, holding a body scissors, seemed intent on providing Anderson with an hour-glass figure, and Anderson was invited, a little later, to submit. At this the inspector of weights and measures, on this occasion Mr J. Duke, bustled up, but Anderson, stoic soul, suffered for his profession. In the fifth round Anderson delivered some reverberating jolts, and when Hunter picked him up for a dump, it was Anderson who came down on top, and there was a fall. The sixth fairly seethed with all sorts of activity, the major event being the unexpected propulsion of Anderson through mid-air to land pick-a-back on the referee. And when Anderson tried to deliver another jolt, bis Palmer-like transference of weight from right to left foot took him dear through the ropes, because Hunter decided to remove himself.

Anderson's winning fall was in the seventh round. He held Hunter with a strange device, above him. with his victim's four limbs —there may have been more —being pulled madly in all directions. Hunter, very properly, submitted. No-one knew what to tell his neighbour about the bold, or its name. The Kremlin cradle might have done. But there was mild disappointment when it was described, in a ringside announcement, as the banana split