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Violence Is Coming; A Confrontation
Topic Started: May 14 2015, 11:55 PM (156 Views)
Lucky Larry
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The arena is bright like the morning sunrise. As the camera pans in toward the ring, Josh Brunswick and Doug Smith can be seen fluttering in the far corner. They are shuffling through papers. The Richmond crowd is buzzing nicely.

Brunswick: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back. I’m excited for what we got lined up tonight. Up next we have-

The lights darken slightly and a blare of noise interrupts all sounds. A navy blue spotlight strikes the stage. A soulful but modern sound hits the speakers when “The Fire” by the Roots takes hold of every ear. Out from the curtain, with a metallic glow shading his skin, comes a man known as Eclipse. The muscular, imposing, head-shaven black man trots out casually, a microphone already in hand. He strokes his beard that is salted with age. His sleek black sunglasses reflect the arena’s gloss. A humble bow of his head precedes the man, as he observes each foot moving forward, like it could be his last step.


There’s something in your heart,
And it’s in your eyes,
It’s the fire,
The fire.

Brunswick: Wait a minute, this is Eclipse. This was the guy that warned Lucky Larry against his vendetta on Suerte!

Smith: I wonder why he’s here. To gloat?

Brunswick: I don’t know, I hardly know the guy!

You don’t say good luck,
You say don’t give up,
It’s the fire.
The fire.

Eclipse gets down to the steps, shuttles them like a football star, and bows into the ring. The crowd claps for him courteously. He nods back as he brings the microphone to his jaw. When he notices his music is still going, he gives a harsh “Cut it” signal with his hand. It cuts. Eclipse turns to the crowd and stretches his jaw, like it’s rusty.

“Well hello Richmond, V-A!” Eclipse bellows. The crowd starts to pulsate, already liking the imposing figure circling the ring. Eclipse smiles slightly, as if soaking in the energy. His smile fades. The microphone comes back to him.

“I know I’m not a familiar face around here,” Eclipse says. “But my name is Eclipse. If you didn’t know, now ya know. I’m a former world champion, having graced the rosters of companies like CCW, HWA, and EWA. In 2011, I retired from the wrestling business, to make way for the ‘younger guys.’”

Eclipse turns the microphone to rub the edge of his chin. He clears his throat.

“But that doesn’t mean I stopped caring about this business,” Eclipse says, his voice turning loud. “Just because I leave wrestling, that doesn’t mean I’m gone. Unlike some wrestlers, who just retire and abandon everyone, like they don’t owe ‘em a damn thing, I cultivate the places that grew me. Some say that the youngsters need to show respect for the guys who paved the way. Well, I certainly paved the way. There’s no doubt about that. But a path becomes shrouded that isn’t maintained.”

Eclipse turns toward the ramp and stares at the lights burning it through. He squints slightly, and rubs the corner of his eye, because it’s gathering moisture.

“In recent years,” Eclipse says, looking reflective. “I was hired by PRW to sort of mentor and be here for the young talent. I was put here to clear PRW of the ivy, nettles and poisonous leaves. And you can bet your ass I’ve done my job.”

“But never in my time here,” Eclipse says biting his lip and squinting purposefully, like blood is coursing his pupils. “Have I had to come out here and address an issue directly, in front of everyone involved with PRW.”

Eclipse rolls the microphone in his hand, looking down. He contemplates, then looks up at the crowd, a whir of focus in his eyes.

“Lucky Larry is a cancer,” Eclipse says. The crowd gasps. Goosebumps rise noticeably on the arms of the PRW mentor-man, as he can feel the air getting vacuumed away. The audience starts to chatter and bump elbows. Eclipse notices what he caused. He turns his eyes from one side to the other.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t have to,” Eclipse says. “But it’s true. There isn’t a damn moment I don’t fear what he may bring.”

“And it all feels safe for now,” Eclipse says, swiveling on one foot. “Suerte destroyed Lucky Larry at Superbattle in what was the most diabolical match of the year. Everything Larry has worked for collapsed right before him that night. In the days following that loss, I can confirm to all of you that Larry doubted himself. Believe it or not, he lost a bit of himself that night. And he would never let you believe that, but it’s true.”

Eclipse watches the crowd start to fluctuate like waves. He grits his teeth and squints, his eyes turning red.

“And for some of you this may come as a sense of relief. Larry’s spirit has been defeated, right? He’s down and out, damned to a point of no return. He can’t possibly rise again, after building himself up so much, and then suffering a colossal fall. It feels like a huge relief that Lucky Larry is no longer a threat, right? …”

Eclipse scratches the back of his head, wincing.

“But not for me,” Eclipse says. “I know he’ll be back better than ever, ready to be the badass killer he says he is, and make our lives a whole hell of a lot harder.”

Eclipse shakes his head and meanders to the far side of the ring.

“How do I know this?” Eclipse says. “Because I was just like Larry when I got my start in this business. And just when I thought I’d never want to step foot in this ring again, the next day I had the hunger back. And I stopped at nothing until I had everything, and all around me people were starving for one little bite of what I had. I didn’t stop, and neither will Lucky Larry. He won’t be satisfied until he has it all. Because a man who wants it all and has nothing is the most dangerous beast there is.”

Eclipse pauses a moment. He strokes the skin above his eyebrows with the thick tips of his fingers. He shakes his head, as he surveys the worrisome looks plaguing the people.

“You think Suerte was a monster?” Eclipse says. “Larry will be far greater. He and I both know what it takes to get the world in the palm of our hands. The only difference is I gained a sense of dignity. Larry doesn’t have that. He will wreak havoc on every damn soul in PRW until he gets exactly what he desires. For some, I would say that they couldn’t make it, that they don’t have what it takes to fulfill such high expections. But I’ve looked in his eyes.”

Eclipse stops. He pulls the microphone to his side, trying to dig out the words that should come next. He turns his neck and purses his lips, then paces toward the edge of the ring, staring distantly into the not-so-distant horde of PRW fanatics.

“I looked in his eyes, and I saw the bowels of hell. I saw searing aggression, that won’t flame out unless somebody does something about it,” Eclipse says.

“And you know what …” Eclipse lets his arm down. He walks to the middle of the ring, his body flexing. “I’m going to be that guy.”

“So Lucky Larry! Eclipse says as he whips toward the stage, eyes flaring. “I know you’re in the building. Come down here and meet me in the ring, right now.”

Eclipse removes his jacket and throws it into the crowd. Then he waits, bobbing from one foot to the other.

Brunswick: Eclipse is calling out Lucky Larry! Does he want to talk or throw down?

Smith: I guess we’ll see what kind of diplomat Eclipse is right here tonight!

Suddenly, unfamiliar melodies strike the sound of the arena. A song called
“Heart of Stone” by The Raveonettes begins to pound steadily on the ears of PRW.


Despite the uncertain looks dispersed amongst the crowd, all are aware of the man they are about to deal with.

The Lucky One.

Larry emerges from beyond the curtain, the lights flickering around him. Water slips slowly down the branches of hair twirling from his head.

He looks toward the specimen in the ring. He turns his neck and lets the sound of a crack escape it. But the look on Larry’s face doesn’t escape, the furrowed-browed stare that snipers Eclipse from a hundred feet. He begins to walk down the ramp, on a limp, to the chorus of boos.

Brunswick: I’m surprised Larry is able to even walk after that vicious match he underwent at Superbattle.

Smith: He certainly went to hell and back for that match. What’s worse is he lost, which I’m sure was more painful than the Superbowl was for Seahawks fans.

Brunswick: There’s no shame in losing to Suerte, Doug. Larry ran into the monster when she was at her best. I haven’t seen her in that kind of form since … since …

Smith: You’ve never seen her in such form, I believe is what you’re after.

Brunswick: Yes, thank you. Lucky Larry could have beaten anyone at Superbattle. Just, not the Womanbeast.

Smith: That’s what you call tough luck. Off-topic but Larry's new music is insanely good.

Larry gets to the base of the ramp, sizes up the man in the ring, then paces over to the steps. He slowly walks up the stairs, locking eyes with the imposing figure standing in the ring. Eclipse shakes the rust off his arms, flexing them periodically.

Brunswick: We haven’t seen Eclipse here very long, but Larry may not want to mess with him. He just came out of a brutal fight with Suerte! He’s not in any condition to fight this brute.

Smith: I certainly hope Larry has something planned here.

Larry gets into the ring. He finds his footing mere feet from Eclipse. The former world champion takes a step toward Larry so that he’s within arm’s reach. Larry’s music goes away. Eclipse brings the microphone to his mouth slowly, looking furious.


“Larry, I’m going to give you two options.”

“Option one,” Eclipse says holding up a finger. “Turn your ass around and get the hell out of this company …”

The crowd pops lightly, but reserves a breath for what Eclipse will say next.

“Or option two,” Eclipse throws up a second digit. “Fight me, and see what kind of bad mother fucker you’re dealing with.”

Eclipse holsters his hand by his side, and burns holes through the Champion of Fate. But Larry just looks right back, with a quirky smirk. He looks into the crowd for a moment and hears the roaring fans gradually grow louder like a jet engine. He sees them pumping their fists in the air, all chortling, just like they did when he lost at Superbattle.

Larry looks back at Eclipse. But only for a moment. He dives at Eclipse’s knee, driving his shoulder into it like a rock. The knee bends in; Eclipse exclaims an audible scream.

He collapses down on the canvas, as if a dismantled house. And the crowd hushes.

Brunswick: Down goes Eclipse!

Smith: Larry just attacked Eclipse out of nowhere!

Brunswick: A bold move by Larry! And Eclipse is struggling on the mat, holding that knee!

Smith: That’s a torn ACL. Larry just ripped Eclipse’s knee to shreds.

Eclipse continues to squirm, rolling from one side of the other, trying hard to cope with the pain. Larry stumbles to his feet and looks down at the injured man. He smiles his best one, and looks into the crowd. He opens his arms and invites more jeers. They come swiftly. Larry just takes it all in, his smile growing wider and happier. He milks this moment, for all it’s worth.

Eclipse tries to push himself up, getting his one good leg underneath him. He turns toward Larry. The Lucky One spectates Eclipse’s desperate heave, a punch that sails past Larry. But as Eclipse descends to the mat, Larry grabs Eclipse’s arm and hovers himself over Eclipse’s falling body. As soon as Eclipse hits the mat, Larry locks in the Camel Clutch, already pulling and ripping Eclipse’s neck.

Brunswick: Camel clutch! First the knee, and now the back! Eclipse was right, Larry isn’t going to stop, and Eclipse is the first victim in Larry’s path!

Smith: It was a heroic move to get in Larry’s way, but ultimately a stupid one. Larry was not going to take a lecture from Eclipse after the brutal manner he lost at Superbattle.

Larry continues to pull, his face pointing toward the sky, eyes rolling into his skull. Then, he releases the wrestling veteran. The spine of Eclipse uncoils like a rat trap. His face slams against the mat. A trickle of blood from his throat makes a river on the mat.

Larry gets off Eclipse and rolls out of the ring. He pulls up the apron and unveils a familiar weapon, the chair.

Brunswick: No, not the chair. Larry, not the chair!

Smith: We know what Larry can do with that thing. He caused some serious damage in his feud with Suerte wielding a chair!

Larry holds it up for all to witness. The flashes of cameras and stage lights richochet off its polish. After such a ceremonious display, he very unceremoniously drops it into the ring. He slides it into the squared-circle, then follows it.

Larry picks up the chair. He looks it up and down, like a beautiful, naked woman. He sees Larry lying there motionless. Larry’s eyes are wide. But the rest of his face is emotionless, as if looking upon the grave of a man he never met.

Larry skies the chair. He holds it there for a moment. The effect is immortal.

Brunswick: Larry no.

Smith: Dear God.

Larry swings the chair down in a flash.

Brunswick: LARRY NO!!!

CRACK!!!

The chair smashes down over Eclipse’s laying skull. His body starts to convulse, brain struggling to maintain normality. Air skitters in and out of his nostrils, face filled with an unfathomable misery. Larry drops the chair, abruptly, without care to use it again. All the while he looks at Eclipse, the man who wanted to change him, the man who wanted him to leave or die or whatever else.

Larry smiles. He pulls the hair out of his face. He smiles some more, and laughs. He goes so far as to throw his arms up, high, victoriously. He showcases his brilliant body around the ring. Everyone can see how glorious he is. The crowd boos more, spit spewing from their lips with utter contempt. If they had grenades they’d throw them. They throw beverages and popcorn.

Brunswick: Larry was gone for days after Superbattle, I had thought he’d given up. But it appears he very much hasn’t. He’s back, and more sadistic than ever.

Smith: No doubt, Bruns. Larry is on another level of determined right now. I’m going to stay out of his way. I wonder if the boys in the back will, too.

Brunswick: Good question.

Larry sees fit what he has done. His smile becomes more mild, closed-lipped. He turns to the ropes and slides under them. He struts out of the ring. The camera fixes itself on Larry and his satisfied grin. Larry walks up the ramp and away, and in the background, a broken body.

And he feels just a little bit better now …
Edited by Lucky Larry, May 18 2015, 12:10 PM.
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