Masks are on, sweat too. The ring is the dancefloor. But fists are just thrown in the air, slaps are from their flaming sounds, and dianabol just flows trough their massive basslines. That massacre has the Sidechain Massacre's tag on it, and with their sharp techniques these 'luchadores de la console' will let you totally breathless.Warm up your muscles people, this will be a 'no rules' match.On the blood-red corner let me introduce you the Pelussje. On the other one, you.
Ding! ding! ding! VAMOS A LA LUCHA!
This time is about our own fight. An inner, violent, introspective but glorious fight. That day that was just us VERSUS us.
It was the hardest match, a long scary journey through our own darkness.
And behind a corner we found him, the BLUE DEMON.
He knew us. He was a giant, sinister, obscure figure. We were scared about him,
because we knew it, with him we'd have seen what we've never seen before.
With him we get hurt, we hit rock bottom, but he told us who we were.
And at the end, when everything seemed lost he spoke about him.
His shining, bright, beautiful twin.
His name was EL SANTO.
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