やった ~!
(Yatta!) After a screeching shout,
“Boy Be A Tiger” began to play, and a man dressed in orange garb walked out onto the ramp. He had two very noticeable features... An orange striped tail, and a hat shaped like a tiger... the Tora No Boushi... the TIGER HAT!
Tiger slowly made his way down to the ring, raising one arm as he looked over to his left, ignoring the jeers of the French crowd. He seemed to be in low spirits, having been media-silent since he lost his championship oppertunity, and while he appreciated being placed in the tournament it felt like a bitter-sweet consolarion prize compared to the world championship.
He increased his pace to a quick jog, making his way to the ring quickly. He missed the elephant he had ridden down to the ring on at Wrestlemania, but this show did not have that kind of budget.
When he reached the ring, he rolled under the bottom rope, pouncing to stand in the centre of the ring, raising his muscular arm, the disenchantment he felt almost contagious. He retreated to the corner with a low spin, stretching as he awaited Rex.