Post by BOCphillips on Jun 5, 2005 6:04:18 GMT -5
A recently held WKL event started with an unknown man standing the middle of the ring, holding a microphone. The man has short red hair and is wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the letters "BOC" on the front in red. The camera zooms in to show him flashing a thingyy grin at the anxious audience.
"Hello. Bonjour. Hola. Salutations. How good of you to come. Now I know each and every one of you came here to see the well-established stars of the WKL. Little did you know that you would be in for another treat: you will be seeing the future of WKL as well!" The crowd looks around collectively, obviously confused. "My name is Jacob Phillips, proudly the latest addition to the undisputed number one stable in this league." Phillips gestures to the writing on his shirt. "That's right, boys and girls, the Bloodline has a added a few more champions. Two of my boys are, as we speak, watching backstage, and cannot wait to make their debut. So why keep them waiting? Mr. Deegan! Come on out here, son!"
"Fire It Up" by the Black Label Society begins to play over the loudspeakers, and a young man steps through the entrance curtain. His long black hair is pulled back in a ponytailand he confidently smoothes his goatee as he makes his way to the ring. He too, sports a BOC t-shirt; however, his is blue and white, matching his blue tights and white boots. The tights have white claw marks down each side, while the boots have the initials "BD" on them. He hops into the ring, where he gives him manager and high five and gestures to the crowd. Phillips begins to speak again.
"Allow me to introduce to you, straight out of Lexington, Kentucky...."Mr. Bluegrass" Blake Deegan! One half of the next great tag team in the WKL! And now for the other half..." Phillips gazes expectantly at the entrance curtain, obviously awaiting another arrival. He doesn't have to wait long. "Clown" by Korn abruptly begins to thunder over the audience. THe curtain parts again, revealing a tall, muscular young man. Going along with his tag partner and his manager, he too wears a BOC shirt, blue and white. His blond hair is cut military style. The newcomer spends a few minutes working the crowd before getting into the ring, where he also high-fives his manager. Phillips raises the microphone once more. "This young man, Mr. Deegan's cousin, is none other than Larry "The Lunatic" Merrill, otherwise known as the Krazy Kentuckian. Watch your fingers folks. He bites. Let me be the first to present to you, ladies and gentleman, the team of Blake Deegan and Larry Merrill, the Kentucky Headhunters! Now I want you all to take a long look at perfection. Go ahead. We'll give you a minute." Phillips urges Deegan and Merrill to parade around the ring for the crowd. Merrill's attire is the exact opposite of Deegan's, with white tights, blue claw marks, and blue boots with the initials "LM" on the sides. "Get a good look at those waistbands, folks. It might be the last time you see them, because from this point forward, they'll be covered with gold!" Phillips throws the microphone back to the announcer's table and leads his team back to the dressing room with a confident smirk on his face.
"Hello. Bonjour. Hola. Salutations. How good of you to come. Now I know each and every one of you came here to see the well-established stars of the WKL. Little did you know that you would be in for another treat: you will be seeing the future of WKL as well!" The crowd looks around collectively, obviously confused. "My name is Jacob Phillips, proudly the latest addition to the undisputed number one stable in this league." Phillips gestures to the writing on his shirt. "That's right, boys and girls, the Bloodline has a added a few more champions. Two of my boys are, as we speak, watching backstage, and cannot wait to make their debut. So why keep them waiting? Mr. Deegan! Come on out here, son!"
"Fire It Up" by the Black Label Society begins to play over the loudspeakers, and a young man steps through the entrance curtain. His long black hair is pulled back in a ponytailand he confidently smoothes his goatee as he makes his way to the ring. He too, sports a BOC t-shirt; however, his is blue and white, matching his blue tights and white boots. The tights have white claw marks down each side, while the boots have the initials "BD" on them. He hops into the ring, where he gives him manager and high five and gestures to the crowd. Phillips begins to speak again.
"Allow me to introduce to you, straight out of Lexington, Kentucky...."Mr. Bluegrass" Blake Deegan! One half of the next great tag team in the WKL! And now for the other half..." Phillips gazes expectantly at the entrance curtain, obviously awaiting another arrival. He doesn't have to wait long. "Clown" by Korn abruptly begins to thunder over the audience. THe curtain parts again, revealing a tall, muscular young man. Going along with his tag partner and his manager, he too wears a BOC shirt, blue and white. His blond hair is cut military style. The newcomer spends a few minutes working the crowd before getting into the ring, where he also high-fives his manager. Phillips raises the microphone once more. "This young man, Mr. Deegan's cousin, is none other than Larry "The Lunatic" Merrill, otherwise known as the Krazy Kentuckian. Watch your fingers folks. He bites. Let me be the first to present to you, ladies and gentleman, the team of Blake Deegan and Larry Merrill, the Kentucky Headhunters! Now I want you all to take a long look at perfection. Go ahead. We'll give you a minute." Phillips urges Deegan and Merrill to parade around the ring for the crowd. Merrill's attire is the exact opposite of Deegan's, with white tights, blue claw marks, and blue boots with the initials "LM" on the sides. "Get a good look at those waistbands, folks. It might be the last time you see them, because from this point forward, they'll be covered with gold!" Phillips throws the microphone back to the announcer's table and leads his team back to the dressing room with a confident smirk on his face.
