Long before wrestling rings.
Long before lucha libre masks.
Long before Old School Wrestling…

La gente mira hacia arriba (People looked up).

Sailors crossed endless oceans by the stars. Travelers found their way home by constellations burned into the night sky. When the world was dark and maps failed, the heavens became a guide: silent, constant, and true.

That’s how I live, Lost Boy.

The stars don’t give me power; they give me direction.

In lucha libre, it’s easy to get lost. Lost in ego. Lost in rage. Lost in the need to prove you’re tougher than the person standing across the ring from you. I’ve seen men swing wildly, desperate to be noticed, desperate to be remembered. They fight with their fists but have no idea where they’re going.

Me niego a see uno de ellos (I refuse to be one of them).

I wear the name Cometa not as a shortcut or simply an appeal to the past, but as a compass. A reminder of where I came from and where I’m meant to go. Every generation before me followed a different path, in a different time, but all of them moved forward. None of them drifted aimlessly through the darkness.

Some people think being guided means being controlled. They think legacy weighs you down, holds you back, keeps you from becoming your own person. But they’re wrong.

When you know where you’re headed, every step matters. Every decision, every move, they all work to chart your path.

The stars don’t fight your battles for you. They don’t throw your punches. They don’t catch you when you fall from the ropes. They simply remind you to stand back up… and keep moving forward. Moving toward the destination you’re meant to arrive. Like sailors navigating a vast ocean, I too navigate the world of lucha libre.

That’s what Old School Wrestling is to me. A vast, dangerous sea filled with storms, sharks, and men like you who would happily drag me under if it meant getting ahead. You can wander it alone if you want. You can drift, react, survive.

Or you can navigate.

I navigate with speed because hesitation gets you lost. I fly because sometimes the only way forward is up. And I fight with honor because without it, victory is tainted.

Every night, when the lights hit this mask and the silver and blue shine back at the crowd, it’s not about flash. It’s a signal, a beacon. A streak across the sky saying: you’re not alone out there.

I’m not here to be the toughest.
I’m not here to coast off the past.
I’m here to chart a course. My course.

In a world full of lost souls, I choose to be guided.

I am Cometa IV.

And as long as the stars burn above Old School Wrestling…
I will never lose my way.

Nunca perdido (Never lost).