This is a room.
It’s a very nondescript room. All we can see is a plain off-white brick wall. The camera–which seems to be a cheap camcorder–blurs for a bit as a figure moves into frame. There’s finally a focus on the young masked man. He wears his ring gear and a sleeveless tee with the words “Glass Jaw Academy” sprawled across the chest. At first, he’s looking at the floor. The nerves are evident. After all, this is the first promo for an actual match he’s ever done. From somewhere behind the camera, a voice somewhat reminiscent of Steve Irwin’s breaks out.
“Hey.”
The masked man looks up at where the voice came from.
“You got this, mate. She’ll be right. Just speak from the heart.”
There’s a nod as he focuses on the lens before him. He clears his throat.
“Hola. I am TRIV.”
What follows is a pause. A very long pause. Another voice from behind us pops up, female.
“That’s a start. Build from that. Remember what we’ve taught you.”
Another nod. He looks down before focusing on the goal again.
“I…I find it ironic that my first match in this promotion is my first main event against two men. One of them is the embodiment of lust. The other is one of seemingly many pretend children of Santísima Muerte. I may not know much about the former concept. But the latter…”
He leaves the thread hanging, nervously touching a chain hidden by his shirt. The slow careful wording makes it clear that there’s a lot on his mind.
“I cannot help but think that God is testing me with this. I am the fourth man of my blood to pursue the art of lucha libre. Every day, I wake up with the weight of that on my shoulders. I make choices every second. I pray for the best and prepare for the worst as much as a mere man can. I have done things mi familia would have never considered so I can take one more step up the mountain. If I did not do what needed to be done, I would not be standing here today. I would not be standing across the ring from the both of you on Christmas day.
Perhaps this is God punishing me for trying to defy my fate. Maybe he is angry that I have remained hidden for so long. If that is the case, then so be it. If I go down, at least I would be able to go down like a warrior in the ring. With that, they would be proud of me and would welcome me into Heaven. But I do not plan on going down easily. I will not surrender in silence under the likes of you.
Homewrecker.
Black Hammer.
I welcome you both to the only home I have left. In this case, mi casa es tu casa and this fight belongs to me.”
He nods and the recording stops.