Washington Post – June 5, 1931
By Bob Considine
Twelve thousand roaring fans last night saw the syndicate’s heavyweight wrestling crown totter on the head of Jim Londos, first hanging precariously on one side and then just caught on the flange of his bitten ear, as Rudy Dusek gave the “Greek gawd” his worst evening since Ray Steele was defeated in New York nearly a month ago.
Londos emerged triumphant in 58 minutes of agony at the hands of the bruiser who had never lost a match in Washington. It was a match which saw the champion in a defensive role throughout, which saw him barely come out of three hitherto unbreakable rocking-cradle holds, which saw him take blows driven from the elbow which would have floored a Civil War statue and it was a match which came to a thrilling death with Dusek prostrate after three airplane spins.
If there had been no finishing coup, Dusek would have won on points. Young, strong and as pugnacious as a movie villain, Dusek asked for no quarter and gave dollars’ worth of energy in what seemed a mighty effort to wrench loose from Londos that much-maligned crown which he won just a year ago next week. Just as fast as Londos, Dusek had a 12-pound weight advantage, buckling the boards at 214.
The bout, itself, will live long in the Commonwealth’s collective memory. It was bloody and unrelenting warfare from the start. The royal blood of the champion flowed freely from a leg scrape, while the common red corpuscles of the challenger resembled nothing describable. Dusek was “open” around the mouth and ears, and sustained general damages when, near the end, Londos hurled him across the ring, through the ropes and plump into Mr. Griffith’s ballfield.
That pitch out of the ring was the turning point of the battle. Dusek returned a bit chastened and subsequently was taken for a ride by way of the airplane spin.
The crowd was in an uproar throughout the 58 minutes, as Londos’ shoulders strained but a fraction of an inch away from the mat and the beetle-browed challenger mauled and wheezed. Londos seemed closest to defeat on two of Rudy’s cradle rocks. Dusek’s other decisive holds were a crab lock, with half the bout gone; a series of arm strangles, and a head scissors which served as a lever with which to bang the champion’s head against the canvas with blows which resounded out to the sun parlor.
Londos, like his ancient forebear, grew stronger near the end. He bounded up from the mat with redoubled vigor in the last five minutes to quell the human wildcat he was pitted against. He gained his greatest Washington ovation as he left the ring. It reverberated nearly as wide as did the tumultuous cheer for Dusek.
If gore is what the patrons wanted – and that seemed to fill the bill – the Dick Daviscourt-Frank Brunowicz brawl supplied it in bucketfuls. This was no wrestling match, although Daviscourt pinned his man to the mat after 17 minutes. It was toe-to-toe hitting throughout, the winner going down once for the count of five.
Jim McNamara, the former Hilltopper, and now athletic director of the Jewish Community Center, lost his first professional match to Sun Jennings, the Indian, in seven minutes. “Mac,” given one of the big cheers of the night, showed promise in losing. He gained the first real hold of the match – a good armlock – but being butted out of the ring and a series of flying tackles subdued him.
Joe Turner, owner of the ring, paid a return visit to Marlo “Justa” Giglio and tossed his guest in 27 minutes with a cradle clamp, and Leon Hyatt, substituting for Sandor Szabo, tugged at old Tiger Nelson for 30 minutes to no decision. While the patrons were filing in, one Cyclone Williams rendered Firpo Wilcox horizontal in 11 minutes, with what is known, and respected, as a flying tackle.