Lucas LaVey

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*We showed up to Philly Dawgz Gym in New York to speak with LMS fighter, Eaton Cox, and got a surprise as he was accompanied by Christian Slaughter and Lucas LaVey.
Christian Slaughter, a former roadie for Suffocation and current Big Apple Combat fighter was flanked by Lavey, a former bouncer from Baltimore that is currently fighting for Konflikt NY, and Eaton Cox.
Both Cox and LaVey were coming off some quick wins in this weekend's fights and decided to get a quick session in before the weekend.*

Reporter: "Eaton, it's been awhile since you last fought, did you get in some more trouble?"

Cox: "Nope."...*laughs from everyone*..."I tried to get in this $100,000 Tournament out in L.A., got my release from LMS and actually got signed
to the L.A. org, but then I received word that I didn't make the cut so I contacted Dave F and we got the ball rolling once again."

Reporter: "Well, again, you had a very impressive fight. How were you feeling getting back into action against the once great CHUCK LADEELER?"

Cox: "The key word there was 'once'...LADEELER came into LMS at 4-0 and was the top dog but dropped all 3 fights in LMS.
One of his wins was against an old training partner of mine, Sal Pacino. I called up Sal and we dicussed some of LADEELER's tactics, made up a good gameplan and I executed it...somewhat."

Reporter: "Somewhat?"

Cox: "Yeah, he went down quicker than I planned and I finished him off. There's not much better than finishing off an opponent before you actually get to implement your gameplan."
...*Lucas LaVey begins laughing as he gets up and walks over to the vending machine*...

Reporter: "So were you excited to have Sal in your corner for this one?"

Cox: "Oh yeah. Honestly, I ain't seen the guy a whole bunch since he retired. It was cool."

Reporter: "So Christian, you're coming off a pretty impressive win yourself, although it has been almost a month. You enjoying the break or are you itching to get back out there?"

Slaughter: "I'm always ready to fight. I mean, it's been nice sparring and hittin' the weights but yeah, I could stand to beat some more ass soon.
Really, I wasn't even in the cage for 30 seconds."

...*LaVey returns and sits down*...

Slaughter: "I guess it's time to get in touch with Dana Fight and see what we can"...*Blackberry rings and he checks the call*..."speak of the devil."
...*Eaton gets up and walks over to the locker area*...

Cox: "Or shut up and train more so you don't have to rely on luck again!"

...*they all burst into laughter*...

Slaughter:...*covers the phone*..."Fuck off man! HAHAHAHA!"...*returns to call*...

Reporter: "Well I'm not so sure how much luck was involved but I'm sure he'll do fine either way. Lucas, you had an excellent debut last night.
Was there something you saw on film that led the way, or were you just doing what you do?"

LaVey: "Jus doin' what I do. I mean, I wanted ta knock the dude into early retirement n' I did jus that."

Cox: "Whaaat? No way man. Retirement? Really?"

LaVey: "Fa real man. Check this text out..."...*breaks out his Droid phone and pulls up a text message that confirms the retirement of Matthew Ortiz*..."Toldjya man.
I knocked him into retirement. Truss me man, I did him a favah. He ain't wantin' no moe of this fightin' shit. He can't handle it.
I even beat him so quick, Austin Campbell offered me a fight this weekend!"

Cox: "You gonna do that shit?"

LaVey: "Shit yeah bitch! I'ma fuck someone up! HAHAHA!"

Cox: "That's too soon though man...you're fuckin' crazy."

Lavey: "Should I be like you and take a few months off between brawls?"

...*Christian Slaughter returns*...

Slaughter: "Sweet. That was Dana Fight...I got Ernesto Guevara next. I guess it's the opening round of a Lightweight Tournament."...*slaps hands together*..."FUCK YEAH!"

LaVey: "Take it easy there 'roid rage'! When the fight at?"

...*they all share a short laugh*...

Slaughter: "Sorry guys...February 4th it is. I can't fuckin' wait."

Reporter: "I'm assuming Big Apple Combat will be announcing this soon?"

Slaughter: "I think so. Don't see why they wouldn't be."

Cox: "Damn man...I'd hate to be this Guevara guy...you got issues man."...*chuckles all around*...

Reporter: "So who's your next opponent Lucas?"

LaVey: "Moy Tie? I never heard of 'em but if he think he gon' clinch me up...he wrong."

Cox: "I've heard of that dude. He's pretty good actually. Decent wrestler and a Blue Belt...not much for punching though."

LaVey: That's alright...I ain't scared.

...*NumbaOne Stunna walks up*...

Stunna: "Yo LaVey! Nice fight kid!"

LaVey: "Thanks man."

Stunna: "Y'all goin' to da party?"

Reporter: "Party?"

LaVey: "We flyin' out tonight!"

Stunna: "Aight...see ya there. Peace!"

Reporter: "What was that all about?"

Cox: "JusDawg's birthday party out in L.A., at CROWN. JBomb's throwin' a HUGE party out there."

Reporter: "I see. Well, I don't want to take up anymore of your time if you guys got a plane to catch. Thanks fellas."

Cox: "No problem. Let's go boys..."

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*We caught up with Eaton Cox and Lucas LaVey at Primal Concrete Gym in Las Vegas.

Both men coming off impressive wins in their respective orgs this weekend, made the flight back a bit late, but still took time out of their day

to meet us here and answer a few questions.*

Reporter: "So Lucas, give us a rundown on your fight against Ducky Gonquer this weekend."

LaVey: "Rundown? Sheeeeit...did you think I'd lose to a dude named Ducky?"

 

*both men share a hearty laugh*...

Reporter: "Okaaaay? Well, Eaton, how about your fight with Captain KaNuckles?"

Cox: "Well, he wasn't a cartoon like I originally thought."...*more laughs*..."I kid, I kid...nah man, when Sal Pacino n' I were goin' over the tape, we

knew we had to come up with a plan to negate the muay thai. So we came up with the gameplan and I executed it."

 

Reporter: "Yeah, he looked rocked with that big right hand but almost clinched you up."

Cox: "Oh fer sure. That's why I threw the short knee.

I don't think I've ever even done that in sparring, let alone during a fight, but it was open and I took it...just didn't expect it to put the guy to sleep."

 

*Christian Slaughter comes over and sits down. He's drinking a bottled water and toweling off his sweaty face. He definitely just put in a good workout*...

Slaughter: "Sup fellas?"

 

Cox: "How's it hangin'?"

 

LaVey: "Wassup dude?"

 

Slaughter: "Abe Pope just kicked my ass all over the mat...dude's good."

 

Cox: "Wait 'til I get over here boy. You'll be spending so much time on your back, I'll have to pay ya afterwords! HAHAHA!"

 

*laughs all around*...

 

Cox: "Don't you be laughin' Lucas!...You're jiu-jitsu ain't shit neither!"

 

*more laughs*...

Reporter: "Christian, any word on your next matchup?"

Slaughter: "Yeah, I got the email a few days ago from Dana Fight...I got Evgeny...Nazgul? Dracula? Ummmm..."

 

LaVey: "Drakul moron! Goddamn man! You a dipshit sometimes!

 

Slaughter: "Oh fuck man! You know I was just messin' around. I know the guys name, damn! Can't I have my fun?"

 

LaVey: "Just don't take him too lightly man..."

 

Slaughter: "Do I ever?"

 

Cox: "Both of ya shut up!"

 

*both men do as told. Eaton seems to be the defacto leader of the NYC crew and commands their attention*...

Reporter: "What about your next matchup Lucas?"

LaVey: "I just got the call this mornin' from Austin. You guys be lookin' at the future Light Heavyweight Champ of Konflikt New York.

 

Reporter: "You'll be taking on Mateo Gonzalez?"

LaVey: "Hells yeah I am...n' I'm gonna win that shit too!"

 

Slaughter: "Congratulations bro. That's a tough fight. He ain't even been hit yet."

 

LaVey: "Ain't been tested you mean. I'm fixin' ta change all that though."

 

Slaughter: "Well, call it what you want, but that's a tough fight. We got your back though bro. I gotta hit the showers...later fellas."

 

Cox and LaVey: "Laters..."

 

Reporter: "So you guys stayed an extra night in New York.

What did you guys do? Stay and party? Find some girls?...anything cool?"

LaVey: "Actually, all three. We hooked up wit Offenhard after Eaton's fight n' we all mobbed up to tha Wu-Mansion and they threw us a killer fuckin' party."

 

Cox: "Yeah, it was kinda weird at first man. Two metalheads rollin' up into the Wu-Mansion n' whatnot. They were real cool though. We fit right in with the party.

Great booze, great women, great music..."

 

Reporter: "Eaton, aren't you married?"

Cox: "Well yeah but I wasn't out whorin' myself around. There was just some nice lookin' women there.

Any man appreciates a beautiful woman, but not all men are dirty dogs."

 

LaVey: "'cept for me! HAHAHA! I nailed like 5 hoes over there!"

 

*everybody laughs*...

Reporter: "Well, that's our cue...thanks for the time gentlemen."

LaVey: "Oh come on! Don't puss out now! HAHAHA! Can't handle the loooove machiiiiine!? HAHAHA!"

 

Cox: "Chill out man."

 

*I get up to leave and Cox follows me to the door. He apologizes for LaVey's crudeness but I really wasn't that offended.

I explained that the interview had ran it's course although, now, LaVey was really on one...yelling at me from across the room, calling me a pansy and such.

Eaton assured me that Lucas is just still pumped up from his win and it's nothing to worry about...but I wasn't worried.*

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*Upon his arrival in Hilo, former Konflikt NY Light Heavyweight Champion, Lucas LaVey met up with us

backstage at the Dying Fetus concert. Being a longtime friend of the band, it was hard to

drag him away for some questions about his EFC debut and his current EFC opponent.

After some coaxing and a bottle of St. Ides, Lucas agreed to answer some questions.

JBomb warned us about LaVey's "strong" demeanor prior to tonight...but we really had no idea.*

Reporter: "Lucas, how was the flight?"

Lavey: "Fucked...I hate flyin' bruh."

 

Reporter: "That's too bad. Are you going to move to Hilo anytime soon then?"

LaVey: "Naw...fuck that."

 

Reporter: "Again, that's too bad. Your EFC debut was a tremendous victory over Robinson.

Any insights to that fight? How do you like fighting for EFC?"

 

LaVey: "He good, but I'm just that much better. I knew I had him when we was watchin' tape.

He really had no chance against me. EFC is cool. Gary Coffey is a good dude.

He got kinda wrapped up in all the mergers goin' on but he chilled out, bought out Ring Of Fire,

and is in a pretty good position right about now.

Really though, I felt bad after that tournament fell through...which is why I decided to do a

couple fights over here."

 

Reporter: "Your next opponent is Jan Janson. Any thoughts on that one? Any words for Janson?"

LaVey: "Thoughts? I don't think, I fight. Look bruh, there's no fucking way I'm gonna

lose to a muthafuckah named Jan, HAHAHAHA! FUCK THAT! HAHAHA!"

 

...*Eric Legion walks backstage and sits next to LaVey*...

LaVey: "OH SHIT! LEGION! SUP BRUH?"

 

Legion: "JBomb asked me to come by. He said you don't like hotels so I set you up with a nice

beach house that I rent out on a weekly basis. Don't worry, I won't charge you, haha."

 

LaVey: "No shit? Thanks bruh. I really appreciate it. I fucking hate hotels like no other."

 

Legion: "He also told me to give you this..."

 

...*Legion hands LaVey a bulky envelope, obviously full of cash*...

LaVey: "The fuck is this for?"

 

Legion: "That's your bonus for the Robinson fight."

 

LaVey: "I thought he wanted to get rid of me? Sayin' I was too old n' shit."

 

Reporter: "Get rid of you?"

LaVey: "Yeah. Fuckin' JBomb wants to send me my walkin' papers like he did Sikblood.

He says I'm too old and our paths have run they course...or some shit like that.

Punk ass muthafuckah anyway."

 

Legion: "Calm down Lucas. Just make sure you win. There's no way he'll cut you if you're winning."

 

Reporter: "You're too old? Aren't you just 24?"

 

Lavey: "Yeah! I told him I ain't too old, I'm just warmin' up!"

 

Legion: "You are and he knows it. He's just getting you motivated...or keeping you motivated.

Look, I gotta bail. Here's the keys and don't worry about cleaning the place.

My cleaning lady will be out on Monday to tidy up. I'll talk to you later okay?"

 

LaVey: "Alright bruh...thanks again."

 

Legion: "No problem."

 

...*Legion walks down the hall and exits through the side door*...

Lavey: "Well, there's a good reason to stay in Hilo huh? HAHAHA!"

 

Reporter: "Certainly. So JBomb thinks you're too old, you don't like

flying or hotels, you like EFC...What's your plans for after this fight?"

 

LaVey: "Ay, I ain't worried about all that right now. I'm just gonna go out n' whip this fools ass

and deal with it then. This contract shit will take care of itself as long as I beat the fuck outta Janson bruh."

 

Reporter: "Sounds like you're pretty focused."

 

...*a stagehand enters and tells Lucas that Dying Fetus is ready to go on stage*...

LaVey: "Alright dude...I'm out. gotta go watch mah boys rip this place a new asshole.

Thanks for the booze."

 

Reporter: "You're welcome."

...*LaVey walks out of the room, headbanging while he walks down the hall.

I was surprised he wasn't more crude after the warning JBomb gave us.

No matter what he says, I think this "old" thing is eating at him.

Hopefully, it doesn't weight too much on him and hinders his ability in the cage.

LaVey is far from old and far from over. I do not envy Janson right now.*

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*I phoned Rolen Spliffs to ask him some questions about loss to Peter Lynch on Friday night in London*

 

Spliffs via cell phone: "I ain't got time right now, mu'fuckah. Ari got a dope flat screen for Trains n' we gon' watch da games!

Maybe later, yo. STEELERS GON' WHOOP DAT ASS!"

 

*I arrived at Primal Concrete Gym in Las Vegas and the doors were locked. We wanted to talk to Buck Norris about his upcoming

tournament at PROUD FC and Sean Ripgut about his fight with Percival Milquetoast for the Alliance War at MIFC.

Even though Norris is from Las Vegas, this will mark the first time in his career that he has fought here. Ripgut has never fought

outside of Tokyo and we really wanted to speak with the two of them. We phoned Norris but we only got his voicemail, which

had a very simple message..."GO PACKERS!"...*beeeep*

 

*I phoned Dick Offenhard to see if he was avaliable*

Offenhard via cell phone: "C'mon son...get da fuck outta here wit dat shit son...how u gon' ask me to talk to ya when you know damn

well da Jets got a shot at da Super Bowl, son?! Mah boy Bart Scott gon' rip da Steelers a new ass, son!

...J-E-T-S, JETS, JETS, JETS! HAHAHA!...CAN'T WAIT!"...*click*...

 

*It was obvious that JBomb, and his fighters, were all big time football fans. I'm not sure I expected anything less during

championship weekend though. As I was ready to make one more phone call to my boss, I saw three people come out of

Primal Concrete Gym. They stopped when they saw my car, dropped their bags and began walking over in a very hostile

manner.

I recognized that it was Lucas LaVey but did not know the two men with him. I got out of the car and LaVey started

shouting, asking me who I was and what I was doing there. I immediately explained as the two guys with him attempted

to calm him down. Once i showed him my press pass, everything was ok and LaVey smiled.*

 

LaVey: Yo, bruh! You gotta call a muthafuckah and let him know you on you're way out. Then we can make shit real nice

for ya. You show up like this? On a Sunday? That's when we start havin' problems."

 

Reporter: "Sorry. I've been trying to get in touch with everyone in your camp but everybody seems busy. I was just

about to call it a day when you guys came out. Speaking of...who are these two?"...*points at the two guys with LaVey*...

 

LaVey: "These dudes? This is the Helix brothers, bruh...Bobby and Bryant. It's Championship Sunday though, everybody

got a party goin' in...'cept me. I got business to take care of."

 

Reporter: "The Helix brothers?"

LaVey: Yeah, bruh. Bobby been a wrestlin' coach here for a long time."

 

Bobby Helix:...*extends his hand*..."How's it goin', I'm Bobby."...*shakes reporter's hand*..."This here is my little, well...

younger brother, Bryant."

 

Bryant Helix:...*shakes reporter's hand*..."Sup!?"

 

Reporter: "So you guys aren't watching the games?"

 

LaVey: "I love football n' all, but I'm fightin' Swagger tonight so I gotta stay focused. We'll watch some football when we

get over to Sparta's Palace.

 

Reporter: "That's right. You two are kicking off the Millionaire Tournament Finals tonight. You think you have a shot at beating Swagger?"

 

LaVey: "Of course I do, bruh. Anybody can be beat! Just look at Jeremy To..."

 

Bryant: "LUCAS IS GONNA WHOOP SWAGGER JUST LIKE THE STEELERS ARE GONNA WHOOP THE JETS!"

 

Bobby:...*punches Bryant in the arm*..."Shut up man! He's trying to do an interview!"

 

Bryant: "SO WHAT!? I CAN'T TALK!? I FIGHT TOO! I..."

 

Bobby: "How many fights you done so far?...huh?...yeah, thought so. Shut up!"

 

LaVey: "How 'bout BOTH of ya shut the fuck up?"

 

Bobby and Bryant: "Sorry."

 

LaVey: "Look, bruh...Swagger ain't no joke. He very respected around this camp, but Tonal beat him so there's a chance for me too."

 

Reporter: "I was surprised that you took the fight."

LaVey: "Why? You, like everyone else, think I ain't got a chance in hell. Well let me tell you somethin', bruh...as soon as that bell

rings, Earl Lee better have his hard hat on cuz we goin' to work!"

 

Bryant: "FUCK YEAH LUCAS! HEAD KICK THAT FUCKER INTO NEXT WEEK!"

 

Bobby:...*punches Bryant in the arm again*..."Dude! How old are you? You're like a little fuckin' kid!"

 

Bryant: "MAN, FUCK YOU! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS CUZ I WON NATIONALS AND YOU DIDN'T!"

 

Bobby:...*rolls eyes*..."Here we go..."

 

Bryant: "AND YEAH MAN! YOU KNOW I'M BETTER THAN YOU! MOM KNOWS I'M BETTER TOO! THAT'S WHY THEY SENT ME TOO

ARIZONA AND YOU WENT TO STATE! HAHAHA!"

 

Bobby:...*grabs Bryant by the earlobe and twists*..."Look here you little son of a..."

 

LaVey: "AY MAN! WHAT...THE...FUCK!? YOU TWO BETTER CHILL THE FUCK OUT...NOW!"

 

Bobby:...*let's go of Bryant's ear*..."Sorry Lucas."

 

Bryant:...*rubs his ear*..."Sorry Lucas."...*looks at Bobby*..."Fuckin' dick."

 

LaVey:...*stares down Bobby and Bobby holds his hands up*..."I'm tryin' to do somethin' here."

 

Bobby: " I know man. I'm sorry. I can only apologize for the kid so many times."

 

Bryant: "WHAT!? YOU ASHAMED OF ME!?"

 

Bobby: "Yeah! Actually I am!"

 

...*Bryant tackles Bobby in a way that would make James Harrison happy. The two roll around on the asphalt

calling each other all kinds of names*...

 

Reporter: "Are they always like this?"

LaVey: "Yeah, bruh...shit is annoyin' as fuck too. Hold up a minute..."

 

...*LaVey walks over and kicks both of them in the ribs. He pulls Bobby off of Bryant and throws him about 10 feet.

He reaches down and grabs Bryant by the shirt*...

 

LaVey: "I got shit to do muthafuckah! I ain't got time to fuck around wit you guys! Now go grab the bags, load them up

and start the car."

 

Bryant: "BUT WHY ME!? WHY CAN'T..."

 

LaVey: "CUZ YOU NEW MUTHAFUCKAH! N' I FUCKIN' SAID SO! START THE FUCKIN' CAR!"

 

...*throws Bryant halfway across the parking lot and dusts himself off*...

Reporter: "Jesus..."

LaVey: "Yeah, bruh...that shit is daily with these two. I'm sorry, bruh, but we gotta get goin'."

 

Reporter: "Yeah, I bet. Good luck tonight Lucas."

LaVey: "Luck ain't got nothin' to do with it."...*starts to walk off*...

 

Reporter: "Hey Lucas!"

LaVey: "Yeah, bruh?

 

Reporter: "Who you rootin' for in the games?"

LaVey: "I'm from Baltimore, used to live in New York...GO JETS!"

 

Reporter: "And the NFC?"

LaVey: "PACKERS, bruh!"

 

...*Bobby Helix walks up*...

 

Bobby: "JBomb would kill him if he heard him say that."

 

Reporter: "JBomb likes the STEELERS right?"

Bobby: "Fuck yes he does. Later."...*walks towards the car*...