E: Saxon Elliott
Blond haired and described as “The English Adonis” Saxon Elliott weighed around 12 stones. He began professional wrestling in 1933 and we came across him for the first time in 1934 when newspapers reported that a spectator threw a bottle at Saxon and his opponent, Chic Rolfe, during a match at West Bromwich. The bottle missed both wrestlers and struck a spectator. When the timekeeper left his seat to apprehend the culprit his stop-watch and cigarettes were stolen!
Saxon was a busy worker around the country for a decade and a half. Usually billed from Hammersmith we have been unable to confirm this. We can discount promotional claims that he had wrestled in the Olympic Games. There are many reports of Saxon's matches between 1934 and 1948 which tell of a skilfull and fast wrestler. Although almost always in a supporting contest Saxon wrestled top class opponents that included George DeRelwyskow, Micky Woods and O'Tani.
Unsurprisingly he disappeared from the ring during most of the war, but we did find him wrestling twice, both shows for charity. In Birmingham in July 1943 he appeared on a show in aid of the Lord Mayor’s R.A.F. Benevolent Fund, and in February, 1944, wrestled in Chelsea in aid of “Mrs Churchill’s Aid To Russia Fund.”
Between July 1946 and February 1947 Saxon appeared on BBC television in a series of wrestling contests with Ron Harrison, Sidney Bala, Victor Benson and Vic Coleman. In “I Want To Be a Wrestler” the presenter, McDonald Hobley, had wrestling holds and throws demonstrated by Saxon and Johnny Lipman.
With little hard information we have been fortunate to hear from a friend of Saxon’s. Heritage has always said “It’s all about the memories,” and Heritage member Roger Jeffrey has supplied wonderful memories.
“I grew up in the 1970s deep woods of Sussex idolising a neighbour and family friend named Saxon Elliott who though he lived with his wife, Rose, in an idyllic remoteness, they were never alone!
He was the man who taught me to shoot, skin, gut and cook a rabbit by the time I was five. He took me out charcoal burning, hurdling and coppicing in the oak, birch and hazel woods that surrounded his cottage in Durfold Wood
A hard, but very fair and infectiously likeable man of whom I remember always being permanently amused with something on his mind - or probably it was just me.
In all the years growing up around the man he never once alluded to any former life other than the one I knew of him, a stolid square framed woodsman, who seemed to have respect of all around, whoever we met on our strolls. I never knew anything else until they both passed. A bill I have seen suggests he was London based, but he seemed nearly old Sussex backwoods in accent to me.”
We would welcome more information on this often overlooked wrestler of the 1930s.
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