PROMO: Partner Revealed!

[King Cucaracha 0]

SWF.COM EXCLUSIVE!

 

LOCATION: SWF Training Facility, San Francisco, California

DATE: 27th October 2007

 

Strolling down the gravel pathway from the parking lot, Chris Raynor looks an impatient man. Even in mid-stride he makes the effort to check his watch, possibly for show for the SWF Commissioner Landon Maddix standing at the door to the facility. Pulling the earphones of his iPod out, Landon throws a quick wave to Raynor which goes unreciprocated.

 

"So, what did you bring me down here for?"

 

"Well..." smiles Landon, a little too insistantly. "...I figured you should get a look at your new partner before All Hallows. He's just out there, working out a few kinks. He's just coming back from a minor injury see, so..."

 

Raynor's face immediately begins to fall a little, which doesn't go unnoticed by Landon. The SWF Commissioner trails off and laughs, hoping that'll reassure his former partner a little more than anything he could say next would. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't.

 

"He's really excited." is all Landon can think to say.

 

Raynor nods and motions behind Landon to the entrance to the facility itself, clearly eager to see what's going on for himself. The Commish goes ahead and waves him on, a confident smile on his face as Raynor creaks open the door and walks a couple of steps inside... before coming to an abrupt stomp. The sounds of the ring thumping continue on as the camera zooms in over The Caveman's shoulder, to see the workers in the ring. Two young looking kids in plain coloured singlets stand in the corners observing as SWF referee and trainer Ced Ordonez is going through the motions with another, less plainly dressed person.

 

A masked person.

 

The black mask would be intimidating in itself, if not for the garish, brightly coloured tassles hanging off from the back of it. A black bodysuit with more garish colours littering it's design covers a not too athletic looking body- not fat but certainly not a traditionally 'in shape' professional wrestler. The mysterious masked man moves quickly enough though, as evident by the leapfrog he performs on Ced. As Ced rebounds off the ropes, he takes a hiptoss from the masked man.

 

"Well?" prompts Landon to a still frozen Raynor...

 

 

...just as the masked man breaks into a dance routine over Ced's body.

 

"What... the hell is it doing?"

 

"I believe the kids call it 'Dance Dance Revolution'. Hey, they don't call him The Dance Dance Dragon for nothing you know."

 

Raynor turns and looks disbelivingly at Landon, who still hasn't cottoned on to the fact that Raynor might not be too happy with this revelation.

 

"This is some sort of joke, right?"

 

"No..."

 

"This is who I'm tagging with? A guy in a mask... who dances?"

 

"Don't judge the book by the cover. That guy in the mask is a former OAOAST X-Division Champion."

 

"That doesn't mean anything to me."

 

"Well, to be fair, it didn't mean much over there either..." muses Landon, before realising he's hardly helping his case. "Look, he's Japanese, okay. You've got to forgive him for being a little... well, a little 'eccentric' by our standards. But trust me, he's got talent. He can hit hard, he's a lot more athletic than you'd give him credit on first look, I think it must be the dance training that does it. He's just the kind of character the SWF needs. Something to really capture the imagination!"

 

Raynor glances back to where Dragon steps out an impromptu DDR routine mid-ring. Ced looks on with an approving smile. "An oddball."

 

"Some of the SWF's finest have been 'oddballs'." Landon argues, wiping away his approving smile. "Look, Chris, when have I ever steered you wrong?"

 

"We've only known each other about a month."

 

"So, never!" Landon exclaims. "Besides, you're Chris Raynor! You're a tag-team specialist, four-time Tag Team Champion of the world with four different partners. People like us, we're the glue that holds teams together. Why, you could team with that gym mat on the floor over there and win the Tag Team Titles, you're that good. Trust me, that guy in there has got potential. It doesn't matter if he's a little 'strange'. It doesn't matter that he wears a mask. It doesn't matter how cheaply I obtained his OAOAST contract..."

 

"What?"

 

"What? The point is, Chris... you don't judge the book by it's cover. I kinda suspected you'd give me the kinda look you're giving me now. Yeah, that look. Don't you think that's the same look Flesher'll give him? Or Wild and Dangerous? Or Toxxic? Never underestimate the element of surprise."

 

Taping his nose, Landon reaches behind him and brushes the door, which swings closed right in front of the camera lens.