Prehistoric peoples -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Wrestlers -- Fiction; Wrestling -- Fiction
Allerdyce felt the brittle coldness of a terrible anger sweep through
him. He had been called ape before. And always the one who had done
the calling had suffered for his temerity. But mixed with his anger
was the knowledge that death could be the result of an unwise move or
word. Yet time was not on his side, for Sobar was taking the
initiative and was stepping even closer and behind him the other two
were also coming toward him in imitation of their leader.
"Hold!" Allerdyce suddenly called in a ringing, imperative voice. "You
do not believe me, then, eh? A test, Sobar...?"
The other was silent, waiting for the stranger to continue.
"Drop your weapon," Allerdyce said. "You and I, unarmed, to the
death...."
Then gone was the scowl, gone the furrowed brow. Here was meat to
Sobar's liking. Here was something he was not frightened of. Spirit or
man, Sobar was not afraid of combat of arms. Flinging the spear to one
side Sobar motioned for the other to come to him.
Allerdyce made a feint to come in low but the other merely waited,
arms wide, legs spread, and body shifting from the waist. Once again
Allerdyce feinted, and as Sobar's body shifted to the side the other
seemed to want to come from, Allerdyce leaped forward and grabbed
Sobar by his right wrist and using the hand as a lever pivoted on it
until he was behind the giant. Then Allerdyce began to exert pressure
in a hammerlock.
All the while he had been moving the giant had been still, as if
confused. But as pain came in a rush to his shoulder blade, he moved.
Never had Allerdyce felt such strength. For though the wrestler was
using all his strength on the grip, Sobar broke it with one gigantic
movement of his huge body.
Allerdyce knew then that the rules of fair play were out. This
prehistoric baby was dynamite.... Allerdyce staggered away from the
other but recovered quickly as the giant came in, both arms
outstretched. And once again Allerdyce grasped one of those huge
wrists. Only it was in a judo grip this time, a grip where when a man
tries to break it, pressure simply multiplies until either the arm
breaks or one cries quits. In this case Sobar waited too long.
* * * * *
Even as his face contorted in pain Allerdyce whipped around to one
side and delivered a blow with the side of his palm to the side of
Sobar's neck. The crack of the breaking neck was like that of a branch
breaking. Sobar pitched to his face and lay still.
Instantly Ugg leaped to Allerdyce's side.
"Your chieftain was bested in fair play!" he shouted to the warriors
of Sobar's tribe. "By our laws you have now become our prisoners."
"But not by mine!" a strange voice yelled.
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