Ever since I was a child, I had always idolized my father. Many people did. He was one of the greatest wrestlers of all time.

I was there when he won the Federation's title.

I remember how the crowd roared in unison, when the ref counted 3.

I remember when life was good.

For 10 years, he held that title.

For 10 years, we lived in luxury.

For 10 years we were happy.

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Then it all came crumbling down.

I'll never forget that man.

That monster.

Infinidad Zero.

That bastard...

He had no respect for the art of wrestling.

He didn't care about the crowd.

He didn't care about the Fed.

He didn't even care about his opponents.

My father hated him.

So he challenged him.

Loser leaves the Fed.

Loser never returns.

The loser loses his mask.

The loser loses everything.

Everyone thought my father would win.

But no.

He was crushed.

When the ref called for the bell

My father was no longer my hero.

He was just a broken man.

And according to the deal, he removed his mask and title.

And just vanished.

My father wasn't worthy of that mask.

So I took on the mantle.

I took up the mask.

And I will make sure that the name Mano Azul stays on the lips of all who watch.

And I will kill that bastard Infinidad Zero.