CORAL AVALON VS. LUNCHBOX LARRY
Nick Stuart: And we’re ready for our next match of the night, and one of the competitors is already in the ring.
Richard Parker: What?
Nick Stuart: Lunchbox Larry, one of PRIME’s newest members, is in the ring waiting for his opponent.
Richard Parker: Oh no. He’s doomed.
Nick Stuart: What?
Before Richard can answer, the lights go out in the Amway Center, and the soothing beginning of Monster Siren’s “Real Me” hits the PA system.
Dusk might be gone, but his spirit lives on in the form of smoke filling the entryway as a spotlight shines down on a lone figure standing amidst it. He stands with his back to the crowd. His kingly fur cloak is no longer made of patchwork fur, but instead is a single solid cloak. It still retains the lion’s head on one shoulder and the fanged spikes on the other of the old cloak.
When the smoke starts to clear out and the guitars of the song hit in earnest, Coral Avalon turns to face the crowd. His left arm has a conspicuous amount of padding around it, at least more than usual. In his right hand, he carries his battle standard.
Vince Howard: From Seattle, Washington… weighing in tonight at two hundred and fourteen pounds… this is COOOOOOOOORAAAAALLLLL AVALOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!
Avalon makes his way down the ring. While the flag of the Crownless Kingdom flies behind him, he makes little effort to actually wave it. He carries it to the ring and sets it down in a lean next to a ring post, then hops up onto the apron and enters the ring. He turns towards the hard cam and brings his fists together with the ring and pinkie fingers out.
Richard Parker: Did Vince give Lunchbox Larry’s height and weight?
Nick Stuart: Hmm. I’m not sure he did, but it says here that he’s 6’7 and 277 pounds, and that he’s from Westbrook, Maine.
Richard Parker: Oh Hoyt. It’s happening.
Nick Stuart: What is?
Richard Parker: This poor sap isn’t even going to get a move in.
Lunchbox Larry moves forward quickly and smashes Coral Avalon with a forearm, sending him back into the turnbuckle.
Nick Stuart: You were saying?
Richard Parker: A forearm smash isn’t a move. It’s a punch.
Nick Stuart: Uh huh.
Larry advances, but Coral recovers and moves out of the way before Larry can smash him in the corner. He hits Larry with two snap kicks to the thigh, then elbows Larry into the face, forcing him into the corner. He then grabs Larry and tosses him in a belly-to-belly suplex.
Nick Stuart: Impressive strength from Coral Avalon, though it looks like he’s favoring that left arm a bit.
Richard Parker: Yeah this is more like it.
Nick Stuart: What do you mean? Matches have ebbs and flows. Just because Coral took control doesn’t mean it’s over already.
Richard Parker: It does when the other wrestler doesn’t get an entrance, Nick!
Larry gets to his feet and runs at Coral, but The Crownless King anticipates it and uses his momentum for a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker.
Nick Stuart: What a move by Coral! Cover!
Richard Parker: Wow, Larry kicked out!
Nick Stuart: Hot start for Coral Avalon, who won his last match against GREAT SCOTT and then did a tour in Bang! over the PRIME break. He’s looking to gain momentum in PRIME after two early losses, and he looks motivated here.
Richard Parker: Meanwhile Lunchbox Larry looks out of it.
Coral moves over to Larry to lift him up, but Larry powers out of Coral’s grapple and elbows wildly, which hits Coral’s left arm. Coral backs off, howling in pain. Larry’s demeanor changes as he watches the reaction, then he smiles and grabs Coral’s arm.
Nick Stuart: Looks like Lunchbox Larry noticed the weak point in Coral’s body!
Richard Parker: But he can’t do that! He had no entrance!
Nick Stuart: Will you stop focusing on that?
Larry uses the arm to sling Coral over in an arm drag, then wrenches on the arm. Coral screams in pain, and after a few more wrenches Larry releases the hold and guides Coral to the corner, then slams his arm into the corner. Coral slumps over, and Larry lifts Coral over in a suplex.
Nick Stuart: Lunchbox Larry taking advantage, and now he goes for the cover!
Nick Stuart: Quick kickout by Coral Avalon, but Larry has taken control, as is the natural order of things, Richard.
Richard Parker: We’ll see who’s laughing when No Entrance Larry is Armamented to Death.
Nick Stuart: I hardly think that will happen.
Richard Parker: You’re right, he’s not allowed to kill him.
Lunchbox Larry lifts Coral up and forces him to the corner, then drapes his left arm over the ropes. He winds up and delivers a big chop across the injured arm. Coral instinctively tries to move, but Larry stops him with his body and delivers another chop. Finally Larry moves, and Coral spills out of the corner. As he gets to his feet, Lunchbox Larry turns around (he’s slower, you see) and Coral sees his opportunity. He launches low, kicking Larry in the knee. Larry buckles, and then Coral hits a knee strike, sending Larry back. He then hits a dropkick that shoots Larry into the turnbuckle. Coral takes a step back, then launches himself at Larry in the corner.
Nick Stuart: Rhongomyniad! The First Armament!
Richard Parker: That’s one.
Larry falls forward and Coral slides into position, locking him up in the…Nick, take it away.
Nick Stuart: Vortigern’s Pillory, the Fourth Armament!
Richard Parker: These names…
Nick Stuart: The Omaplata armbar is locked in, and it’s already over! Luncbox Larry taps out immediately!
DING DING DING!
Nick Stuart: Well, Lunchbox Larry tried to take advantage of Coral Avalon’s arm injury, but Coral used quick and decisive thinking to take this one down in a hair over six minutes.
Richard Parker: Ahem.
Nick Stuart: What’s up Richard?
Richard Parker: Who was right?
Nick Stuart: Good point, Richard.
Richard Parker: Thank you, Nick.
Nick Stuart: Coral was right to exploit that moment to win the match! And now let’s go to commercial!
Richard Parker: That was mean.