"'Senors’�?I still have not had my debut match in this wonderful federation�?I still have not been given the chance to show off my true Luchadoreeee talents. And because of this�?There is NO SMILE�?behind this mask."

[ Latino Diablo is stood on a bench in the Locker room area, infront of him stands various Indy talents such as HellRazer, Ricky Parker and B Train amongst others�?]

Latino: "I have come to America to wrestle�?For my fans, for the Luchadore LOVERS of this Grrrrrreat state of Texas, eh?"

[ None of the wrestlers seem all to interested in what the passionate Mexican has to say. ]

Latino: "Do you people not understand the passion of the wrestling ring? Are you all so lifeless that you do not understand what it’s like to have the crowd CHANTING YOUR NAME�?The thrill of flying majestically through the air to an uproar of applause!?!?.... DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS?!?"

[ Latino gets annoyed, as they still seem unbothered. ]

Latino: "You! You fat, stupid bald man�?Have you lost the thrill of the ring? You all look washed up�?all of you! Come with me!... TO THE RING! A wrestling match is what we shall have�?I need the chance to prove myself, just ONE CHANCE!"

[ B Train, the ‘fat, stupid bald man�?balls his right hand and slams it against his left�?As do a few of the other guys, as they step toward the table, to pummel Latino Diablo�?Our entertaining Mexican import jumps back, and raises a brow. ]

Latino: "Now�?I must�?Fly."

[ Latino Diablo swoops up into the air like a bird, going over every single man�?Before falling to the hard ground, and managing a straight forward roll. It was beautiful, it was majestic, it looked so easy�?]

Latino Diablo: "It was Luchadore!"