<div class="floatleft">(http://&lt;insert pic&gt;)</div><strong>Name:</strong>The King!<br/><strong>Show:</strong>MCW Unleashed!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>San Francisco<br/><strong>Current Audience:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Current Heat:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Current Momentum:</strong>+0<br/><strong>Injured:</strong>None<br/><strong>Entrance Music:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hes a Honky Tonk Man</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfMjqjYvVlM</div></div><hr/><br/>Smiling a touch as he looked at himself in the mirror he had to privately admit he looked like he was ripped out of the eighties when wrestling still had the mystery of being considered legit and not a work. Back in the days of cartoony antics and over the top gimmicks. It was a much more pure and innocent look and as a fan of the business turned professional with his love of it, it spoke to him in volumes. He was currently outside of the locker room of the lovely new valet. Supposedly his assigned escort with this new gimmick. He honestly felt good having risen up ever so slightly from no name jobber. Now dubiously dubbed, the King, he had to practice his struts and move like a true star of the show.<strong>"Baby, I don't know who looks better out there - Me or you. It's gonna be a tough thing to tell, yet I tell ya got over this stud, missy. You have got the best curves in <em>all</em>~ the best places!"</strong>He said with that swanky tone of voice that seemed to suit the gimmick.