Recuerdo the Mountains as el nino.

Vast and beautiful yet an unmatched danger about them. In my life as a chico they were my ultimo adversary. You could gaze up at them, so high they stood that their tips seemed to be wrestling with the clouds. They were so wide and vast, no one could pass, the elders would tell us they were for protección but as a nino, they felt more like a prison.

I was raised in these mountains, to this day I can still feel the cold breeze crashing against my face. I see their vastness when I close my eyes, for those mountains shaped me.

My aldea was controlled by ruthless men, men with knives, men with guns, men with malvado in their hearts. As a young nino these men forced me to work, carrying agua back and forth for them up and down the mountain while they watched the workers in our mountainside labs. I remember the suelo shifting under my feet each time I took a step, fearing that each of these steps may be my last, for a misstep on this mountain would truly be el final di me. I would think to myself, just put one foot in front of the other and don’t stop.

Day after day, week after week I was forced to climb up and down that mountain, so that those perras could drink gallons of agua while the villagers imprisoned by the mountains as I was, were forced to work battling dehydration for hours. The perros sat and laughed, smoking cigars and telling historias.

Finally, I had reached the end of my wits and when those perros sent me again to get agua, I refused.

‘Vete a la mierda perra’ I yelled after being told to make another trip up the mountain.

One of the men rose to his feet and grabbed me by the back of my neck, lifting me off the ground, he leaned in close to me with his nicotine riddled breathe

‘Time to meet God’ he whispered while drawing a pistola from his waistband.

Terrified, I became the climb again, simply putting one foot in front of the other.

I cursed those mountains, everyday. They were my prison.

Years later when I met El Patron, he asked me one simple question.

‘Have you climbed the mountains?’

‘A million times in my mind, Patron.’

‘Chico, anyone can dream, but few can accomplish.’ He paused

‘Perhaps it is time to climb those mountains.’

So I began climbing once again, putting one foot in front of the other.

I’ve been climbing mountains and fighting batallas my whole life. OSW is another mountain to climb another batalla to fight. Only this time, I’m no chico and the ground underneath my feet, is solid. This time I am the one imprisoning all those who oppose me at WrestleHeroes, I am their prison.

Today, I am one who needs be escaped, I am the one who must be conquered.

This time, I am the mountain.

And if anyone tries to conquer this mountain, it will be their Time to Meet God.