TRIPLE A

The stadium's fluorescent lights flicker. You're in the back hallway of AAA, where the smell of sweat and popcorn hangs heavy in the air. A masked figure in a tattered black cape leans against the brick wall, half his face hidden in shadow. "We've been waiting for you. The GM, Rey Mysterio, signed you, but half the locker room says you don't belong here. You're here to prove you deserve your spot... or are you just going to run away before your first match?"