This blog (hopefully with videos) will be devoted to a biographical description of a lesser-known deceased professional wrestler, Argentina “Vittorio” Apollo.
Argentina Apollo always wrestling barefoot. Some of his moves seemed to combine some type of French leg wrestling, along with a bit of savate (French foot fighing), as well as foot wresting attacks and traps that Apollo invented himself.
There is an excellent Wikipedia entry on Apollo, as well as a Facebook page which apparently is managed by his son, However, there are very few detailed descriptions of this unique wrestler’s leg-and feet focused wrestling, and his many astounding moves which must have aroused a generation of young, eager viewers glued to small b&w television sets.
Most videos of Argentina Apollo are apparently lost. There is a small collection on Youtube, which I’ll try to embed on this site, or at least link to. However, a great many of Argentina Apollo’s incredible wrestling tactics may just be dim memories. One great hope is that a few liked-minded readers will send in comments with recollections of their own. Suffice it say that Argentina Apollo–a handsome, entirely masculine athlete but with movements worthy of powerful ballet akin to Nureyev, was in a class of his own.
Over the next several months, I’ll describe in great detail some of his more exotic wrestling moves. In most, he was able to make his opponent submit in a humiliating fashion, toying with his opponents like a cat playing with a frightened mouse. Some of his other “closing” moves might sound semi-erotic. You can read into these descriptions any way you wish.
Below is an except from an anonymous avid fan from a mainstream classic wrestling message board:
“Can anyone point to another wrestler even vaguely like Argentina Apollo? He was unique. I used to wait all week to watch him on a television match. Do you remember one finishing move, where he’d position himself behind his opponent; swiftly karate kick him in one-two fashion behind the kneecaps–so the opponent crumpled helplessly to the ground on his knees. There is just no way to stand up if someone does this to you! Apollo would then swing one tightly muscled leg over the back of his opponent’s neck, raise his near arm upward, and slide a strong bare foot into an opportunistic space between the opponent’s head and Apollo’s other leg, like a slithering squid tentacle. Hardly any pressure was required to generate humiliating pain. Every opponent submitted within a few seconds. This end-game move was so predictable, but nobody could put up a defense. Once Apollo was standing behind you, the swift one-two kick behind each knee spelled doom: you were on your knees and “dead meat” for Apollo. Dozens of opponents were conquered this way, yet I’ve never seen this finishing move on any available DVD or tape…”
That’s true! This poor fellow’s fantasies can never be recaptured on any DVD or videtape. However, we’ll recount here some of those hazy memories of youth in as much details as possible…
Where did Apollo learn his wrestling moves? They were not even close to another wrestler he is often compared to, the gnarly Antonino Rocca. Absolutely not. They were worlds apart. Would anyone want to voluntarily wrestle with Rocca? Of course not. There was nothing vaguely magnetic about him. With Apollo, however, one faced the ultimate danger: coming face-to-face with domination/humilation fantasies that society frowns upon, and which young TV viewers are not supposed to know about. Apollo’s most humiliating implication was that he didn’t even need to use his hands to defeat you utterly and completely. No–he just needed those perpetual motion feet, flickering and flashing on the ground. What on earth is he doing? Both feet in parallel first point left, then right, then left, then right. It looks like no wrestling move anyone else employed. Nor judo, nor karate, nor any of the manly martial arts. No, this is 100% trademark Apollo. He was the only wrestler to ever move this way. The skill died with him. Now, you are back with him, laying on a fantasy ring floor. It suddenly becomes apparent how dangerous those feet are. They are large. They are muscular. They are quick. One swift kick and you’d be unconscious. No, they don’t kick. They circle around you, looking for opportunistic humiliating. They are going to grab you and hold you in some humiliating wrestling hold. Nothing can stop them. You wouldn’t be quick enough. Finally the moment comes. You’re pinned down on the mat. You are trapped between his ankles. You struggle to free yourself but of course that’s just a ridiculous notion. Your neck is held tight as if in a ring of steel. Apollo has you between his ankles. You wriggle like a fish caught on a dreaded hook because you desired the delicious worm. The next momentt comes. Apollo methodically tightens his “foot collar.” He cleverly pushes one foot towards the other–which is planted firmly on the mat–while your head is trapped between them. Then Apollo pushes the opposite foot. Each alternate move squeezes your head until it feels like a walnut between a nutcracker. Your neck is trapped, too. The flow of blood is reduced, too. Apollo knows this, but keeps his foot grip tight. Slowly you start to lose consciousness. Just before you do, Apollo whips his body around! Both feet slide completely across your neck and ears and face. Apallingly they make full contact with you face, too. Is an audience seeing this? That would be horrible. Why? Because you secretly enjoyed it. There is a part inside you, invisible but emerging, which wants this kind of human foot trap. You want to stay there. But the spasm of pain wakes you up. Both feet whip around your ears, almost pulling them off. You’re in agony! All you see are those two feet, still, flickering and darting about–possibly pointing back at you–as if a signal that once again, you’ll be the target of their skill and strength. There is naught you can do (a child of 7 or 8 years of age?) in this fantasy world you were thrust into completely by accident…..
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