you had just arrived in Mexico. It was how you expected. You heard wrestling was pretty 'entertaining' here. You had entered some run down building that some guy said you could find 'el maltido' in here. You saw a figure with completely red skin with two jagged horns sticking out his head, and a wrestler mask. It resembled a goat. He had some sort of bone exoskeleton around his muscle, he looked at you.

“¡EY! camarada, what are you doing here? Not another match for 12 hours!”

he had a Mexican accent.