(EDITOR'S NOTE The following  is the fourth in a series of five articles telling in detail how wrestling in America changed from unprofitable carnage to profitable carnival )

    Fans who thought they had seen every dream-box drama the modern meat heavers - from Fuzzy Cupid to the Weeping Greek from Cripple Creek - had to offer, got a surprise last year.
    Toots Mundt, the country's top wrestling impresario had just returned from the land of the Rising Sun with something new to American. Sumo wrestlers.
    Right from the start of the show, mat buffs who attended the opening match in Los Angeles Olympic auditorium realized they had been missing something.
    Two mountainous heaps of naked flesh (tied in the middle with xxx like G strings) and crowned by a topknot of long black halt coiled on the held like a woman's entered the ring.
    The raised square itself had been converted into a sandbox and for a moment after the two Oriental blimps heaved their giant bulks into it they stood impassively squishing the damp sand between their bare toes.
    Then after a brief period of bowing and strapping, each took a pinch of salt from an assistant and cast it onto the ring floor ... to each other like devotees making obeisance to a Buddha, then advanced to the center of the ring and squatted.
    After a moment one of the Japanese dumplings set down his doubled fists and cocked his thumbs forward toward his opponent. The other did likewise.
    With a snake-like hiss and with an agility surprising for their massive weight they pounced at each other.
    Uttering sounds that ran the whole scale from a grunt to a siren-like scream the struggling porpoises employed only three basic styles. Thrusting, pushing and clinging. The referee had explained that in Sumo tussles the first man who touches the floor with any part of his body except the soles of his feet looses the match.
    Maedayama, Nippon's most popular Sumo scrapper retained his title that night and bowed his way to his dressing room, while the crowd fell to arguing among themselves about the merits of Sumo grappling as compared to the catch-as-catch-can mat mauling of the West.
    In his native land, the Japanese sumo champion in eminence second only to that of the Emperor. When toots Mundt informed the Japanese press that Maedayama was coming to America he says the champ's departure was given 270 inches more space in the Nip papers than the firing of Gen. Douglas MacArthur.