REIGN 72

The lights flicker in the REIGN arena as attention is brought to the SHOOT Tron on the entrance stage.  The lights dim until they completely fade to black, bathing the arena in darkness.  A single candle illuminates the Tron as a gravelly voice begins to speak over the PA system in Spanish.

“Dicen que reinar es gobernar. Para dominar a otros en la búsqueda de conquistar. No puedes reinar sobre nada sin antes bañarte en la sangre de los caídos que fueron víctimas de tu embestida.”

Behind the candle, a fire begins to rise.

“Aquí, en la ciudad del pecado, la gente busca disfrutar de sus vicios mientras pretende mantener un control firme sobre su salvación.”

A single masked luchador steps out of the back.  He stands tall, his black, stringy, wet hair covering most of his masked face.  A single streak of blood red in the hair immediately catches the camera.

Infierno:  Estoy cansado de ver almas deslizarse entre los dedos del Infierno. En cambio, me he convertido en el Infierno. Soy INFIERNO. Como soy el Infierno, traeré conmigo mis Demonios. Uno tras otro, los condenados se levantarán a mi lado para no ofrecer respiro, consuelo ni esperanza!

He chuckles as he glares at the fans in the arena through his hair and masked face.

Infierno:  I am el Infierno, SHOOT Project.  I am el Infierno, REIGN.  Infierno y los Demonios have come for you.  Sit back, let this happen.  You see, Hell…Hell is inevitable.  We…are inevitable.

He chuckles once again.

Infierno:  Queremos tu carne. Queremos tu alma. Venimos a conquistar. Somos Los Demonios.

The flames behind him flicker out and the arena is bathed in darkness again.  We are left only…with his laughter.  Los Demonios have arrived.  Infierno…has arrived.