Dancing Shoes Are Off

[Jack]

The toned, well oiled and bronzed torso of Fandango filled the screen. Even when the temperatures were dropping, the EBWF's best dancer still had enough heat to keep things hot. The colorful vest and tights were on full display as well as his perfectly coiffed hair and manly facial scruff. One of his arms were wrapped around the lovely Summer Rae and the blonde looked up adoringly at The Ballroom Brawler. They both stood in the middle of a ring in a gym that Fandango had rented out for the sole purpose of preparing for his match with Daniel Bryan. Fandango had added his own touches to the otherwise drab workout facility as a disco ball hung above the ring. Fandango had a sparring partner across the ring from him who looked like an MMA practitioner. He was covered in tribal tattoo's and had on UFC accepted and tested fighting gloves on. Fandango surveyed his opponent with look of tedium.

Fandango: This bores me.

Summer Rae: It is incredibly boring, Fandango. But it's necessary. When you last met Daniel Bryan he was victorious. That man is unattractive and slight but ferocious.

A shushing finger was brought to Summer's lips and she began to blush.

Fandango: That..is a dirty word.

The finger was removed but not before gently caressing her lips.

Summer Rae: I know that. He cheated. There is no way such a goat like human being could possibly defeat someone like you. Someone who is crafted out of pure perfection and grace.

Fandango: I am amazing.

The vest he wore was opened slightly to reveal Fandango's incredibly defined pectorals.

Summer Rae: No, no! Fandango! Too sexy! Too sexy!

Fandango: I will concede.

The he released the delicate hold on his vest and only allowed the world to gaze at his abs. The pecs were only partially visible at this point.

Summer Rae: I know he cheated but Daniel Bryan was able to have his hand raised because he is a master of submissions.

Fandango: If I were a lesser man I might be envious of his abilities. But since I am not I am only..mildly intrigued. But I will agree that those holds can be dangerous. I was forced to tap. I need my entire body to dance and that includes my arm. If he had managed to damage it, I couldn't possibly move as graceful as the world is accustomed to.

Fandango's apparent sparring partner was becoming impatient and had begun pounding his fists into his palms.

Fandango: I grow weary of this Summer. I refuse to allow myself to be taken advantage of any further. I've been attacked by the likes of John Cena and AJ Styles. NO MORE.

The extraordinary hip shaker dramatically posed and Summer fell to her knee's from the sheer majesty of what she had witnessed. No doubt the viewers at home were feeling weak in the knee's as well.

Fandango: My road to redemption begins here. Not only will I defeat Daniel Bryan but I will also become the PTG Champion. When I feel the time is right I will move onto the World Title. Nothing can stand in my way. Surely not that hairy, short creature they call "Goat Face". Do you think Daniel Bryan could ever be half as charming as me, Summer? Do you think he could be the man so many women thirst for? Do you possibly believe he could ever dance underneath the moonlight like we do?

Summer Rae: No. All of those things are impossible, Fandango. Impossible!

Fandango: I know.

The man of a million dance moves turned to the camera and flashed a wry smile.

Fandango: To overcome his brutish tactics I must avoid allowing him to pull me to the mat. It is there that I would find myself vulnerable to his many holds and locks. Unfortunately for Bryan, I will be leading the dance this time and it shall be both a thing of beauty and pain.

Sparring Partner: HEY! Are we going to do this today, or what?!

The man filled with testosterone was ready to conduct business and spoke up. Fandango helped Summer to her feet and dusted her off.

Fandango: You won't need to leave the ring for this. You're in no danger.

Fandango cast a finger in the direction of his immediate opponent.

Fandango: The ox bellows. You want to taste defeat so soon? I will oblige you. Mimic the tapes you have watched of Daniel Bryan. I want you to perfectly replicate his movements. Your fate will be the same he suffers. Crushing defeat at my hands. Come. Show me your moves. Become Daniel Bryan. Let your anger take you over. Somehow become shorter, uglier and covered in hair. Tremble in fright as you feast your eyes on the next PTG Champion.

The grappler did a fairly good job of mimicking the bearded one's stance. Fandango and the sparring partner began to circle one another. Every time the breathing training dummy tried to lunge for Fandango, he would nimbly dance out of the way.

Fandango: Ah-ha! Do you see now? I cannot be touched. Daniel Bryan will not be able to lay a finger on me this time.

Summer applauded and Fandango took a customary bow, lowering his head. This was just the opening the ruthless thug had been waiting for. He went in to wrestle Fandango to the mat but the only thing he received was..a swift kick straight to the dick. He released an almost animalistic groan and collapsed while clutching the offending area.

Fandango: Never, ever, interrupt FAAAAAHN-DAAAAAHN-GOOOO when he is bowing for the ladies.

He lowered his face closer to the fool's and uttered one final taught.

Fandango: Bitch.

Taking Summer by the arm he left the ring. His point was proven. He was now confident that his match with Daniel Bryan would have a much different outcome.

Fandango: Come Summer. Let's fetch breakfast. And then we will have passionate, hot SEX.

Fandango and Summer shimmied out of the gym and presumably that last suggestion happened off camera.