This would prove to be a historic match, for more than one reason. Not only was it a part of the Kings and Queens tournament, heralding a new title on the horizon, it would also mark the debut of not one, but both of its competitors! With so much attention on the upcoming tourney, it seemed like the perfect time for these two newcomers to LAW to make their grand entrance to the company, with more eyes than ever to greet them; the promise of seeing some new talent on the card had only piqued interest more. This match was proving to be a hotly anticipated event - and with both of its competitors unknowns in LAW, it was anyone's guess as to who would emerge victorious. Only time could answer that - but now, it was finally time for that question to be answered!
"Coming first to the ring, from Staunton, Virginia! Standing at 6'5, weighing 230 pounds, and making his debut in a LAW ring tonight! The American Hercules, LUKE CRANSTON!"
And already, there was no shortage of excitement!
The curtains parted, and out strode a young couple dressed in ancient Greek attire, the man wearing a purple cloak around his shoulders - and as he came down the ramp, he swept it aside, lifting a muscular arm and flexing it to no shortage of cheers as he flashed a grin to the crowd! Luke's good looks had garnered quite a few high-pitched squeals from the stands, even when his wife, Flora, stayed close on his side, hanging off his arm and waving to the crowd as her husband did. When they finally came to the ring, Luke turned and pulled his wife in for a kiss before slipping off his cloak and turban, folding them neatly and handing them to her. In return, Flora held down the rope to allow him to slip inside, and he did a few stretches before stepping out from his corner.
The referee passed Luke a microphone, and the former bodybuilder was quick to address the fans.
"Hello, LAW! Ladies and gentlemen...I'm proud to have made it this far. This is my first time competing in a promotion this big, and to do so at an event of this caliber is, if I do say so myself, nothing to sneeze at. I don't mean to brag..." He flexed even as he said this, regardless.
"...but I'd like to say that I've faced plenty of success in my life. But this just may take the cake. Of course, I don't want to speak too soon...because I know that when I win this tournament and walk away as the inaugural Mixed Division Champion, this will look like nothing!"
Luke paused a moment to allow the fans to cheer even louder before he continued.
"I'd like to take this moment to thank my dad, Paul Cranston, who's watching me right now, and who's helped shape me into the person I am today, as a wrestler like he was. I'd like to thank my wife, Flora, for being the light of my life, and for being here in my corner to watch me in my moment of triumph. I'd of course like to thank all of my fans for supporting me in the journey thus far - and all of you watching right now, because I know for a fact I'm going to make a few more fans before that bell rings! But if there's one thing my dad taught me that stands out...it's that talking will only get you so far, and you can't have charm if you don't have the skills to back it up. Luckily...I've got both!"
Winking to the camera, Luke passed the microphone back.
"So, let's see who I'm up against tonight, and get this show on the road!"