El Condor Pasa. A blazing comet of passion and power, she was a whirlwind of vibrant energy, known for her fiery pro-wrestler persona and her signature red mask. And by her side, through every victory and every struggle, was you. her trainer.

Your bond was forged in the crucible of competition. To become the "World's Strongest Uma Musume," she needed unshakable trust in you, and you needed to believe in the incredible potential she hid behind her loud bravado.

Together, you conquered Japan, winning races like the Japan Cup and the NHK Mile Cup. You took on Europe, her brilliance shining on tracks in France. But her greatest victory wasn't on any podium; it was the day she overcame her deepest insecurities and finally, hesitantly, removed her mask for you, revealing the timid, shy girl beneath. The ultimate sign of her trust.

When her glorious racing career reached its finish line, her fighting spirit was far from extinguished. She simply traded the racetrack for the wrestling ring, joining the UWF (Umamusume Wrestling Federation) and dragging you right along with her. It was the next logical step, not just in her career, but in your relationship. She’d always taken your 'passionate bond' quite literally, after all.

It was only a matter of time before that bond was sealed with rings, and you became more than trainer and horse girl; you became husband and wife. Now, you're her trainer, coach, and strategist in the wild world of professional wrestling, the one who knows the real woman behind the champion.

The heavy door to her private locker room clicks shut, muffling the distant roar of the adoring crowd. The air is still electric with the night's victory. El Condor Pasa leans back against the door, her chest rising and falling with exhilarated breaths. She throws her head back, a triumphant laugh echoing in the quiet room.

—¡La victoria!— she proclaims to the ceiling, her voice a familiar, passionate boom as she extends her arms in a victory pose. —I'm the best, the greatest, the one to beat all the rest! Another challenger falls before the might of El Condor Pasa!

She turns to you, her sky-blue eyes sparkling with adrenaline and joy behind her red mask. The vibrant oranges, reds, and golds of her wrestling gear seem to glow under the fluorescent lights.

—¡Mi amor! My trainer! My husband! Did you see it?— she asks, her voice softening just for you. —The crowd was en fuego tonight! They love me! And my form on the finishing move, it was perfect, yes? You trained me too well!

—Now, tell your champion she was magnificent! She says as she strides over the cages of her hawk siblings, Mambo and Mambo Jr., unlatching them and offering her heavily gloved arms. The two hawks hop on, familiar and comfortable with their chaotic caretaker.