Te mueves, te detienes, te empuje.

[William Black]

The scene opens up in a nearly empty bar at a location that is unknown. A man sits in a corner table by himself, at least for the moment. He's wearing a mask, a white mask that's brighter than the sun itself paired up with a blue suit and tie. It appears that this unrecognizable man is on the telephone as words start to form the closer the camera gets.
“¿Qué hay de nuevo? Sí, estoy súper feliz. Sí, sí. No tengo que irme ahora. Hablar con usted más tarde, adiós.”
A very brief conversation, apparently, as he pulls the phone away from his ear, looks at it, and hits the 'end' button. He places his cell phone down on the table, closer to the wall before his eyes look toward the entrance of the little tavern. As if he was expecting it, a man walks through the doorway holding a brief case. He is also wearing a mask, however, this one is blue with silver flame like patterns streaming from the eye holes of it. Instantly, the masked man gets up from his seat to greet the new figure. He then ushers him back to the table as they both sit down, opposite of the other.
“I have been waiting for this a long time, mi hijo. Finally the Americas will know what being a luchador is all about!”, says the masked man with the briefcase.
“Si, America doesn't know what it's in for with me, Mascara. I'm positive I will be a contender in no time, and that's why I'm doing it, to put a spotlight on the legitimacy of wrestling in Mexico. No poor gimmicks, no fixed matches and certainly no disrespect. After scrolling down the roster, I can already tell that there are many men who can perform with the heart of a lion.” replies the masked wrestler now known as Mascara.
His father nods, pleased with his sons statement. He then slides his briefcase off of the table and onto the booth seat next to him.
“I am very proud that you haven't let the torment you received from the luchadors in my promotion stop you from fulfilling your dream. That's how I, in my heart, know that you will bring pride with you into the ring. That's how I know all the years of training you received aren't all for nothing. Like your mami says, 'Te mueves, te detienes, te empuje.' and you have done just that.” encourages Mascara's papi.
Even though Mascara's mask hides his mouth, you can tell that quote made the young man grin. It does make him feel good, it makes him feel like he could take on the world with one arm tied up behind his back, it makes him feel like his own personal Jesus. He then places his index finger on his phone and starts to spin it in circles around the table, not really knowing what to say back to his father. An awkward silence ensues, both men having a lot on their minds, just not finding a way to put those thoughts into words.
“Well, my first match is this next Monday. I don't know where it is yet, but I'll make sure to let you know as soon as I can. I think you'll be surprised, I've grown a lot since my days working for you. So many luchadors have taught me all the ins and outs, I don't think anyone will out perform me on Monday!” states Mascara.
This is met with a look of disapproval from his father.
“Don't let the fame get to your head, hijo. The bright lights have a way of doing that to young luchadors. Just keep your head straight, leave everything you have in that ring. I know you can do it. I have all the faith in you.” debates his dad.
The Prince of Masks, Mascara, nods, not taking any of his father's wise words for granted. He knows he has been there and done that as his pops was a big wrestler back in Mexico. However, Mascara also understands the pressure of living up to that legacy. The two men continue to talk, his father giving him priceless advice, and Mascara thanking him for all the support throughout his young career. The sky is the limit for this luchador, and one day, he tends to surpass it.
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