Leaping Larry Chene’s pile driver
has The Great Mephisto against the ropes.
Larry begins running, bouncing off the ropes
on either side of the ring, building speed
for his most famous move,
the flying head scissors.
The crowd is ready for it,
chanting for The Darling of Detroit.
But Mephisto rallies and,
just as Larry goes airborne
like a working class Baryshnikov,
the villainous dog ducks out of the way.
Larry lands hard on the mat,
the wind knocked out of him.
Mephisto rolls on top of the helpless Larry
in an unexpected reversal of fortunes,
pinning him to the mat. The referee
smacks the floor. It’s over.
The crowd erupts in boos and catcalls
as Mephisto goes into his victory strut.
Now Mephisto gets a little too proud.
He launches himself into the air,
slamming his full weight onto the still struggling hero
but the blue-collar champion has a surprise.
He kicks his legs high into the air
putting Mephisto in a choke hold
between the bulging muscles
of his enormous calves.
Mephisto struggles but can’t escape
Larry’s python grip. Slowly,
slowly Mephisto’s body goes slack,
his eyes rolling into the back of his skull
until only the whites are showing.
In unison the crowd jumps to its feet
spilling beer and popcorn over the arena floor
chanting, “LAR-RY, LAR-RY, LAR-RY!”
The ref may have called the match for Mephisto
but if you were in Grand Rapids that night
you saw how good triumphs over evil.