Post by Lochlyn Cade on Aug 18, 2021 11:05:01 GMT
April 15th 2019 that’s the day that my archenemy became the rising star of the week in the Omega Network. That’s five hundred and sixty three days to the date. However this isn’t a little, backwater, place called Omega. This is the house of the big boys. This is Action Wrestling. The residence which happens to be inhabited by the best this business has to offer. I’m here in Action Wrestling without my buddy, my pal, and 私の敵.
Jake Keeton
Though this thought saddens me and I grieve for the passing of the career of the former “Future” of professional wrestling. I’m more than content with bringing the end of the prodigal son Jonathan Cade Keeton. He is the sacrificial lamb which will have to suffice my self perceived vendetta against the Keeton family. That is unless the boy can convince the father to come out and play.
The outdoor dining table at which Reo Raijin sits has one leg uneven as it rocks up and down with him leaning his weight upon it as the waitress takes his order and then hurry’s to another table. Raijin had just made his debut for Action Wrestling the previous night and it just happened to have went down in Mexico City, Mexico. The place that helped inspire the creation of Reo Raijin “The American Luchador” and set him on the course at which he currently finds himself.
An Action Wrestling camera crew is positioned across from Raijin capturing footage of him for a promo piece before next week’s CruiserClash versus Aurora Ray.
“How’d you guy’s find me?”
One of the camera guys replies, “It’s our job. It’s what we do.”
Raijin chuckles as he looks down at the table and then leans back in the chair as the table rocks back with the release of the extra weight. “It’s what we do…” Raijin ponders on that seemingly ordinary comment. “You think Aurora Ray considers our match next week on CruiserClash as, it’s just what we do?”
The camera guy shrugs and attempts to reply, “I don’t…”
“If you have something to say and want someone to pay attention let me fill you in on something. I’m not that guy. Shut it and just do your job and let me do the talking.” Raijin gives a stern pause verifying that his words had been heeded. He looks back towards the camera and begins to finish his thoughts.
“Aurora Ray or should I call you by your self entitled nickname, The Father’s Daughter or perhaps She of the Fog? I don’t know what kind of mental mishap you received before coming to Action Wrestling but I’m pretty sure that running DDT by CJ Phoenix this past Monday didn’t help your mental malfunction”
“Aurora Ray you had a chance to win that match. You had CJ Phoenix in your grasp after hitting a double arm DDT but you got arrogant. You thought Phoenix would go down that easily? Really? You never had a chance of beating CJ Phoenix. Everybody in that match, in that arena, knew it. Everybody but Aurora Ray.”
Raijin’s food is brought out by the waitress and he thanks her and request a refill of his drink. He picks up his fork and takes a bite savoring that sweet taste of true Mexican food in the heart of Mexico City. The City that built the lucha inside of Reo Raijin.
“Aurora Ray, next week we’re in the Pepsi Arena in Denver Colorado where I’ll bring my American version of Luchador to the center of the ring for the first time in Action Wrestling. And. Babygirl. If you’ll bring me a pepsi with you when you walk down that ramp. I might take it a little easy on you.”
Action Wrestling found “The American Luchador” and brought him into the company of men and women that are warriors of the wrestling industry. What they may have failed to notice is that he’s also The San FranPyscho and has a vendetta against one Keeton family and Aurora Ray just happens to be in his way.