Post by Phenomenal AJ Riles on Nov 7, 2007 23:51:26 GMT -5
During the closing moments of the most recent OCW house show, KMFDM's "Professional Killer" began to play throughout the arena, as Riley Taylor appeared on the stage, a sleeveless, leather, trench coat over his ring attire, as he made his way toward the ring, microphone in hand. Riley climbed onto the ring apron to a mixed reaction from the crowd, as he stepped through the ropes, and lifted the mic to his mouth.
"You know, they always say that first impressions last forever, so you'd better make them good. That, and you only get one. I suppose. Whatever. Anyway, I'm here, and I'm here to make my first impressions in OCW. So, first thing I do when I hear that I'm on the roster, I go and survey a bunch of the guys, y'know, watching matches, old promos, and the like." Riley stated, pausing. "And while I'm doing that, I find some wild stuff. I see high-fliers, I see mat wrestlers, and I see wicked powerhouses that could make some grown men piss themselves on the spot. Then, imagine my surprise, when I find a promo in the library from a guy who got picked up the same time as myself: 'The Wicker Man' Aaron Anderson." Riley paused as the crowd booed, the reaction ringing loud in the arena. Riley laughed quietly, digging at his ear. "You guys must really hate him too, eh? So, I figure, two guys just arriving at the same time, it only makes sense for them to face each other in their debut, doesn't it?"
Riley walks toward the camera and leans against the ropes, resting one foot on the bottom rope, and continuing. "Alright, so, 'Wicker Man', I'm issuing a challenge. You and me, one on one, provided, of course, the honorable Tate Young will allow it. So, Aaron Anderson, come on down!" Riley announced, motioning toward the stage.
(Tag.)
"You know, they always say that first impressions last forever, so you'd better make them good. That, and you only get one. I suppose. Whatever. Anyway, I'm here, and I'm here to make my first impressions in OCW. So, first thing I do when I hear that I'm on the roster, I go and survey a bunch of the guys, y'know, watching matches, old promos, and the like." Riley stated, pausing. "And while I'm doing that, I find some wild stuff. I see high-fliers, I see mat wrestlers, and I see wicked powerhouses that could make some grown men piss themselves on the spot. Then, imagine my surprise, when I find a promo in the library from a guy who got picked up the same time as myself: 'The Wicker Man' Aaron Anderson." Riley paused as the crowd booed, the reaction ringing loud in the arena. Riley laughed quietly, digging at his ear. "You guys must really hate him too, eh? So, I figure, two guys just arriving at the same time, it only makes sense for them to face each other in their debut, doesn't it?"
Riley walks toward the camera and leans against the ropes, resting one foot on the bottom rope, and continuing. "Alright, so, 'Wicker Man', I'm issuing a challenge. You and me, one on one, provided, of course, the honorable Tate Young will allow it. So, Aaron Anderson, come on down!" Riley announced, motioning toward the stage.
(Tag.)
