RIP "Sweet and Sour" Larry Sweeney
That name probably doesn't mean anything to you unless you're a fan of indie wrestling. If you are, than his name means a lot.
Larry Sweeney performed in a lot of the better-known indie leagues in the country, most notably in Ring of Honor (probably the "third" league right now and known for placing an emphasis on athleticism) and Chikara (the most fun wrestling league ever -- a wacky lucha league started by a bunch of hardcore kids -- pretty sure the guys from Pissed Jeans had something to do with it -- from the Lehigh Valley in Pennsylvania. Chuck from Weston was one of their first referees, too).
Larry Sweeney was awesome right from the start. His character was that of an over-the-top old-school style wrestler who carried with him the "Texarkana TV Title" everywhere he went. He was too small to be a credible wrestling star, even in the indies, but he was so charismatic and such a great interview that he largely became a manager. He was always rumored to be making the jump to the WWE or TNA as a manager and Ric Flair was supposedly a huge fan.
I actually hung out with him once. A really good friend of mine is a wrestling referee in the indie leagues. One night about two years ago, we were going to just hang out and play Rock Band and then go out to grab a drink or bite to eat. There was a big wrestling show in Philly that weekend and Larry Sweeney came into town earlier than he expected, so he came over to the apartment where we were hanging.
I could see immediately why he was on his way to stardom. I was already a fan from watching his stuff on YouTube but, in person, I don't know if I've ever met someone so charismatic. My friend Rob said, "I've never wanted to join a cult, but if Larry Sweeney ordered me to drink Kook-Aid right now, I totally would." He was telling us these crazy stories about being a carnival worker in India, believing that he and his ex-girlfriend were reincarnated thousands of times, and just traveling the road as a wrestler. I also saw him put out cigarette ash on a cut on his foot since tobacco was a "healing plant".
We caught wind of this art kid party going on at some loft in Fishtown (which is sort of like Philly's Williamsburg, for a comparison) that was based around wrestling. They reached out to my friend to ref. I ended up actually wrestling that night, calling myself "The Richest Boy From Roxborough" and took on a guy with garbage taped all over himself -- a total dream come true to be a heel wrestler. Larry ended up taking on these two hipster girls but didn't tell them that he was ACTUALLY going to wrestle them -- they had NO idea what to make of him. But in the spirit of the business, he ended up losing to the girls and briefly lost his beloved Texarkana TV Title until he took it back via a technicality.
It was just one of those crazy nights that come out of nowhere. He was definitely out there. A couple of weeks after I met him, he started flaking out at shows and really worrying my friend and a lot of performers. He was bipolar and decided to stop taking his medicine because he got some advice from some "spiritualist" he met an airport, supposedly. He ended up doing really bizarre things, like videotaping himself wrestling children outside of a WrestleMania.
A few months back, he made a comeback. He got his crap together and was welcomed back with open arms -- he was just such a good dude and great talent that everyone realized he was sick and needed a break. But then word came out this morning that he lost his battle with his demons.
I feel like how a lot of more music-oriented people felt when Jay Reatard or someone like that passed.
Thanks, Alex (Larry's non-stage name) for giving me one of the best stories I'll ever have to tell.
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