Post by theprinceofpunk on Jul 5, 2008 12:19:41 GMT
The lights go dark as a bell rings out. The bell keeps ringing out for a couple of times, and each time something similar to a lightning bolt strikes down on the ramp.
The familiar riffage of "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC plays over the stereo, introducing the men and women in attendance to Jamei Hunnigan.
As the drums kick in, the lights turn back on, focusing every which way but the stage. Jamei steps out s out into the darkness that inhabits the stage, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, the jeans spraypainted with "Punk" and "Rock Superstar" all over. These items are covered by a trenchcoat, with only one button buttoned, at that is around the area in the middle. After a second, he moves, extending his arms as flames ignite behind him.
Jamei starts stepping down to the ring, fiddling with his wrists as he looks either which way at the crowd.
Eventually, Bon Scott's throaty voice inhabits the speakers, accompanying the riffage.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I'm rolling thunder, pouring rain"[/shadow]
Punk walks down the ramp, his trenchcoat flowing behind him and showing the many weapons he has tucked under it, including baseball bats, kendo sticks, and bags of tacks.
AP - Introducing, from Manhattan, New York, New York - weighing in at two-hundred and nine pounds, standing at six feet one inch, he is the "Warrior of Wrestling", "Pure Drawing Power", "The Punk" Jamei Wulf Hunnigan!
[shadow=red,left,300]"I'm coming on like a hurricane"[/shadow]
At the mention of the word "Hurricane", smoke fills the arena and puffs up, engulfing the ring in silohuette.
[shadow=red,left,300]"My lightning's flashing across the sky"[/shadow]
At the mention of the word "lightning", lightning-like bolts strike down around the arena, lightening the silhouettes that are throughout the arena.
[shadow=red,left,300]"You're only young but you're gonna die"[/shadow]
Jamei steps up onto the apron, getting out of the smoke alas. He grabs the top rope and flips over it.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives"[/shadow]
Jamei quickly snatches up a microphone, and yet still looking calm, cool, and collected, his trenchcoat yet flowing precariously. He quickly shouts to the back.
"Cut my music! Get my opponet down here, whoever that unlucky duck is going to be!" Jamei shouts shouts to the back, quickly staring around the arena at the cheering crowd as he tosses the microphone to the ring announcer and waits on the ropes for his opponet.
The familiar riffage of "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC plays over the stereo, introducing the men and women in attendance to Jamei Hunnigan.
As the drums kick in, the lights turn back on, focusing every which way but the stage. Jamei steps out s out into the darkness that inhabits the stage, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, the jeans spraypainted with "Punk" and "Rock Superstar" all over. These items are covered by a trenchcoat, with only one button buttoned, at that is around the area in the middle. After a second, he moves, extending his arms as flames ignite behind him.
Jamei starts stepping down to the ring, fiddling with his wrists as he looks either which way at the crowd.
Eventually, Bon Scott's throaty voice inhabits the speakers, accompanying the riffage.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I'm rolling thunder, pouring rain"[/shadow]
Punk walks down the ramp, his trenchcoat flowing behind him and showing the many weapons he has tucked under it, including baseball bats, kendo sticks, and bags of tacks.
AP - Introducing, from Manhattan, New York, New York - weighing in at two-hundred and nine pounds, standing at six feet one inch, he is the "Warrior of Wrestling", "Pure Drawing Power", "The Punk" Jamei Wulf Hunnigan!
[shadow=red,left,300]"I'm coming on like a hurricane"[/shadow]
At the mention of the word "Hurricane", smoke fills the arena and puffs up, engulfing the ring in silohuette.
[shadow=red,left,300]"My lightning's flashing across the sky"[/shadow]
At the mention of the word "lightning", lightning-like bolts strike down around the arena, lightening the silhouettes that are throughout the arena.
[shadow=red,left,300]"You're only young but you're gonna die"[/shadow]
Jamei steps up onto the apron, getting out of the smoke alas. He grabs the top rope and flips over it.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives"[/shadow]
Jamei quickly snatches up a microphone, and yet still looking calm, cool, and collected, his trenchcoat yet flowing precariously. He quickly shouts to the back.
"Cut my music! Get my opponet down here, whoever that unlucky duck is going to be!" Jamei shouts shouts to the back, quickly staring around the arena at the cheering crowd as he tosses the microphone to the ring announcer and waits on the ropes for his opponet.