Mark Lewin was a tough brawler who loved to wrap
his big meaty arms around the opponent's neck and put the guy to sleep.
Here, his opponent is scowling in agony as Lewin flexes his muscles to
increase the pressure. Don't worry big guy, this won't take long.
Lewin, in the tight briefs, looked lean and mean
in the early days of his career. He's done toying with the jobber
in blue, so he slaps on his patented sleeper hold to finish the man off.
Lewin leans in and rests his cheek on the opponent's
head for leverage, his powerful back muscles flexing as he tightens his
grip.
Check out the powerful body on young Lewin, the strength
in those huge arms, flexing to cut the blood flow to this jobber's brain
and send him to dream land.
Everyone knows how this will end: with the chubby
jobber laying at Lewin's feet. It's just a matter of time now as
Lewin casually maintains the pressure and waits. "Don't fight it boy, you're
done."
Lewin can't get enough of this hot hold as he clamps
it on another beefy jobber. The victim struggles and grabs Lewin's
hair at first, then sits still and obediently waits for Lewin to put his
lights out.
The ref taps the strong man's shoulder to tell him
the match is over, but Lewin keeps the pressure on a bit longer.
Then he goes through a long process to awaken the brawny dude by twisting
his head around and massaging his neck. I think Lewin just wants
to play a little longer.
In the later days of his career, Lewin was called
the "Maniac." He still had tree-trunk thick arms, and still loved
putting guys away with the sleeper, as he is doing to some jobber in a
white speedo.
"The Maniac" would go into a deep trance when he
locked the sleeper on. His muscles remain flexed, applying the pressure,
but his eyes are rolled back like he's in some weird state of ecstasy.
The ref tests the victim's limp arm to verify he
is fast asleep, then calls for the bell. But the freak applying the
hold is staring off into space like he is hypnotized, and refuses to release
the sleeper! The worried fans begin to scream at him to let this
poor guy go.
The bell sounds repeatedly but Lewin is in a weird
dream state, continuing to flex his huge arm muscles. Is this freak
really in a trance, or does he just love torturing guys in his sleeper
hold for as long as possible after the bell rings?!?