You ever watch a bird in the sky?

It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Wings stretched wide, gliding with grace, as if the wind itself is an old friend. A creature built for the heavens, untouchable, serene—free.

That’s you, El Dragón Caído.

A legend. A symbol. A man who soars above Arcadia with honor stitched into his mask and history etched into every step. You’ve spent decades building temples in the clouds—rings, arenas, moments—each one higher than the last. You land where you please. You perch on branches built by myth and memory. You nest in reverence, safe in the knowledge that the world looks up when you pass.

But birds, even the proudest, even the oldest, even the most graceful… they all have one weakness.

They forget the danger that waits below.

They get too comfortable. Too confident. They think they’ve mastered the wind, outlived the storm. They believe they’re untouchable because they’ve survived so long.

But all it takes… is one mistake.

One gust of wind they didn’t see coming. One move too bold. One flight too close to something they don’t understand.

What happens then, Dragón?

What happens when the sky betrays you? When the wind turns against you? What happens when you fly into territory that doesn’t belong to you?

You fly into my domain, old man.

You fly into the storm. Into the shadows. Into the cold, rotting truth that waits beneath the clouds.

Because I’m not a bird. I’m not a creature of light and grace.

I’m a predator. I live where the bones fall. Where the feathers settle. Where the broken birds never fly again.

You soar. I drag. You speak of honor. I speak of finality. You rise to the heavens, and I? I bury what falls from them.

At Warzone, you flap those mighty wings one more time. You climb to the top rope like it’s a throne. You leap, hoping the wind remembers you.

But the wind doesn’t care. I do.

Because when you leap, I’ll be there. Waiting. Watching. Tearing you down.

And when I strike, I won’t just clip a wing. No, no…

I’ll break both of them.

I’ll make sure you never fly again. I’ll leave you grounded, crawling through the dust, staring up at the skies that once welcomed you with open arms—but will never open again.

And all your temples? All your nests? All your high places that made you feel like a god? They’ll be out of reach, forever.

You’ll be left in the dirt. Among the fallen. Among the forgotten. Among me.

So fly high while you still can, Dragón.

Because at Warzone…

I ground legends. I break wings. And I bury birds that forget how dangerous the world below can be.

Your end is nigh.. and you should never fear your end.

The end is where we meet…

And I will send yon on your way.