Name: Gonad Yaksplitter
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Boxing Reach: 92"
Shoe Size: 24
Race: Human
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment-

-His body.

-A set of thick six-kilo gilded steel bracers.

-A pair of three-kilo gilded steel gauntlets.

-A pair of two-kilo hide boots reinforced with steel.

-A tough, magical cloak that's impervious to heat and cold.

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon, known as Gonad. For weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Gooch muscles. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.



Abilities/Skills- Revered by many as the greatest warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength and is capable of overpowering virtually any foe near his size. His base strength is roughly equivalent to that of a large grizzly bear, his speed that of Bruce Lee crossed with Usain Bolt. Above all else the strength in his hands is legendary, and so far no foe, living or dead, has succeeded in breaking his grip. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands. What's more, Gonad is the supreme master of his own body and can control its functions at will. He uses the full potential of his musculatory system, is able to constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and can transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex, along with every other kind of mind over body feat possible. Ripley's Believe It or Not type shit. He's even capable of touching and harming incorporeal or transdimensional entities by virtue of being too ignorant to know that he shouldn't.

Gonad can harness the raw energies of manliness itself, a power known as the Beardforce which only those known as the Beardlords may use. It allows him to scale in physical might that his capabilities may be matched evenly in comparison to those of any foe more powerful than him. The Beardforce lets Gonad dampen or increase his own inertia if an opponent can do the same, increase his mass, heighten his mental and physical faculties, and empower his surroundings with Beardforce. This ability manifests in such a way that accommodates his wrestling moves, I.E, making the ground harder and his weight or falling velocity greater so that a very durable enemy will be grievously harmed by a piledriver, or briefly creating immovable, indestructible platforms of Beardforce in empty space with which to spike an opponent into if there is no ground or floor nearby. He can also use the Beardforce to aid his mobility, using the Beardforce platforms to manouver through air or empty space in leau of the power of flight. This cannot be used to trap or trick, for the Beardforce does not permit sneaky or cowardly tactics. The only time an opponent would need to worry about a Beardforce construct would be when Gonad's about to use a WWE technique, such as a body slam, a suplex, or any other attack that requires a hard surface to be effective. Gonad may also replace his bracers with Beardforce constructs if his power is elevated to a point where steel becomes inconsequential, and empower all of his striking points with Beardforce, akin to wearing impenetrable armor on his bodily weapons.

Gonad's power ups are nearly all physical in nature, and as such if an opponent relies heavily upon auxillary abilities, Gonad will be able to easily outmatch them in strength and speed. Think of an armored man with a machine gun facing a naked man wielding only his fists. A good comparison to the Beardforce's application is to think of how physically capable the fistfighter would need to be to stand a perfectly fair chance of beating the armored gunman. Obviously this means that in close range, an enemy who uses powers and technology in addition to martial arts would be at a severe disadvantage in the martial arts category next to Gonad.

Gonad is a one trick pony, a purist. What he lacks in long ranged versatility and multiple complex abilities, he more than makes up for by having all of his strengths accumulated into nothing less than the ultimate form of unarmed martial arts.

Gonad's unarmed strikes are of the highest caliber, and taking into consideration the formidable equalization of the Beardforce, this means no foe in this realm or in any other can easily withstand even one direct hit to a vital point, much like how no human mortal may fairly survive a sword through the torso or a mace to the skull, as Gonad's limbs are surely lethal weapons. The Beardforce is based upon Gonad's perception of an opponent along with the opponent's full latent power, and as such the Beardforce cannot be fooled or bypassed, making it effective against abstract concepts or inanimate objects for so long as Gonad thinks of the thing as a foe or said thing presents a threat. The opposite stands true, however, as Gonad himself wears little armor and will always be equally susceptible to the attacks of any superhuman enemy he faces, unless the enemy is launching a sneak attack (such as the shot of a sniper or a a suicide bomb, not counting tricks used mid-combat. In other words, Gonad cannot be killed unless he registers the presence of an enemy), in which case the Beardforce will alert Gonad in advance. Whether it be a normal man with a pickaxe or Superman with a pickaxe, if either buried the point of the weapon in Gonad's skull he would die just the same. If Gonad is facing a group of empowered enemies, his might will be equalized with that of the strongest.

Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and has an effectively limitless tolerance for pain. He can utilize three different forms of the technique, each one badder than the last. These three forms may be referred to as Semi-Berserk, Full Berserk, and the preeminent Primal State. At his peak, he can generate such strength that his own muscles can tear themselves from his bones. When combined with the ability to create self induced hyposthenia within his body, bringing his muscles to the ultimate point of relaxation, Gonad can then contract them with the greatest amount of force that is physically possible. At the cost of having his very bones shatter from the overwhelming might of his own blows, Gonad can unleash attacks of such immensity that any entity on the receiving end of a direct hit gains an immediate and intimate understanding of what it feels like to be the fetus in a Mexican abortion. In other words, each stage of the berserker increases Gonad's offence at the cost of his defense. His blood flows much faster (hastening blood loss), he becomes considerably more aggressive, and his attacks are just as likely to inflict damage to himself as to the opponent due to the physical strain.

Background- They say when the Barbarian called Gonad Yaksplitter was born, he came into this world bearing a full and mighty beard and had the equivalent muscles of a shaved adult yak. He was born on the battlefield, his infantile but well defined body gushing forth from the womb of his mother and landing in a puddle of blood that had been pooling from the corpse of a nearby enemy. It was in this way that Gonad had first been christened with the blood of his enemies. His mother, Chukka, had broken both legs in the battle and only she and her newborn son had survived the disastrous conflict. It had been a Barbarian war party, sent out from Gonad's home village which lay fifty-five miles East.

Chukka was forced to crawl back using her hands and teeth, bearing Gonad on her back. Only by sustaining young Gonad with the meat of her placenta and the warm milk from her breasts was she able to keep him nourished during the arduous trip back. Using the prodigious length of young Gonad's beard, she was able to fashion a makeshift diaper to keep him from soiling her back. After two months, they managed to return to the village, much to the great joy of Chief Jarvi. Upon being shocked at the sight of Gonad's beard-diaper being removed, he promptly named muscular Gonad after his hefty namesake, and renamed their village after the miracle child. For many ages the Village of Gonad has been renowned for its strength, most often migrating around in the deep Wilderness. Gonad's birth was the very culmination of generations of hard-earned might, his destiny pre-determined by the selective breeding of his ancestors. Their intent? To create the ultimate physical human. And so they did.

Since before he could walk, Gonad was made to train in the berserker arts with a relentless fervor that surpassed common sense. Nearly every minute of every hour of every day of his life he endured the most excruciating physical and mental training imaginable, his talent for unarmed combat pushed well beyond the boundaries of reason. He bears as many scars from his training as he does from battle. Gonad has participated in tens of thousands of battles, ranging from one on one bouts to full scale wars, and from his experience has even created his own fighting style, which he dubbed "Hefty Fist".

As weakness had been beaten out of him at birth, it was not long before he became so well associated with hardship and pain that both feelings became an integral part of his personality. He enjoys agony and difficulty, and carries upon his shoulders the full weight of his village's pride and future. To Gonad, shame and fear are emotions that no longer exist. With adversity drilled into the very core of his being, through unimaginable effort he shaped his mind into an unbreechable iron hull filled with undepletable reserves of determination. Though not by any means distanced from other negative emotions, he still bears them with neither complaint nor angst and has never allowed himself to feel regret.

Gonad now travels the land endlessly, seeking nothing more than worthy opponents to fight. He fights for fighting's sake and for honor, the honor of both himself, and for the honor of those who are unable to defend themselves against the dishonorable.
He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

Trivia-

◾Gonad rarely calls people by their actual names, often using their physical appearance to give them a nickname such as Hood Man, Fancy Pants Lady, Pale Man, and Funny Beard. Those who have earned his utmost respect, however, are called by their true name.

◾Gonad's body is so well trained, that with muscle memory he performs isometrics in his sleep.

◾Gonad is almost entirely incapable of learning and/or doing anything that isn't related to combat, training, hunting, and women, the subjects in which he holds enough virtuistic ability to philosophize about. It took him two weeks to learn how to first use a doorknob, and he still hasn't learned how to read even a single word. He is utterly useless outside of his few areas of expertise.

◾Gonad is ambidextrous

◾Gonad's nose has been broken so many times, that all of the cartilage in it has deteriorated. He can push it completely flat against his face. He also has four false teeth crafted from ivory.

◾Gonad rarely travels via boat or ship, opting instead to swim across great bodies of water.

Theme Music-

Name: Lobo Negro de las Cinco Llamas (Black Wolf of the Five Flames)
Title: Rudo Hunter
Gender: Male
Alignment: Técnico
Height: 6’2”
Race: Caballero de Fuego Blanco (Knight of White Fire)
Weight Class: Heavyweight
Wrestling Style: The Way of Ruin

Theme: "Ricochet"

Description



-Mask
Lobo's mask is as fearsome as the man (monster?) himself, reflecting his bestial nature. Sleek, black, and set with neon lighting throughout the eyes, Lobo Negro's mask also features pointed ears, a monstrous, sharp-toothed visage.

-Everything Else
The dark coloration and neon green highlights carry throughout the rest of Lobo Negro's costume, with neon lighting running across the torso and through the armor on his shoulders, waist, all the way down to the kickpads on boots.  A flowing, bestial mane has been set into the shoulders of his bodysuit, running up the back of his neck and up under his shoulders, while a thick, black tail hangs at the back of the padding worn around his waist.

As for the man himself... Standing 6'2", a tall, lithe creature, at first glance, fully garbed in his wrestling attire, Lobo Negro scarcely appears human, though from the liveliness (and apparent prehensile nature) of the long, thick tail hanging from the waist of his suit, it is highly likely that he is not. His frame is solid, hardened with physical exercise, hung with a balance of muscle that affords him both an optimal amount of power for his size, favoring strength above speed and agility though providing him with no shortage of either. Constantly wreathed by black flames, set alight by the neon glow of his costume, Lobo Negro is an unearthly sight, and the soulful echoing of his howls and roars only further unnerve any who find themselves unfortunate enough to stand before him.

Repertoire

-Moves
Las Cinco Llamas (The Five Flames):  The Five Flames of his ancestors, gifted to him to aid in his fight against the armies of the Rudo. A physical manifestation of latent psychokinetic energy, The Five Flames are in fact a grouping of psionic abilities, comparable to highly specialized telekinesis, though in practice many of them fall partway between telekinesis and pyrokinesis.

Llama Rugiente (Roaring Flame): The most basest form of the Five Flames, the crimson Roaring Flame is often the first to be utilized in combat. The Roaring Flame can generate intense heat, into multiple tens of thousands of degrees, though the true nature of this ability stems from the kinetic energy which in fact composes the flames and that Lobo Negro can freely manipulate. Through such manipulation, the Roaring Flame is able to buffer against incoming attacks, and divert, refocus and/or multiply kinetic energy multiple times over. This transfer and manipulation allows for incredibly forceful explosions when the flames release their stored energy all at once, withering impacts when directed against a person or object, or the appearance of super strength when buffering one's physical strikes. Lobo Negro usually uses the Roaring Flame as a manner of limited flight by channeling kinetic force against the soles of his feet (or other parts of his body) to lift himself into the air, usually 'riding' his tail flame. Most often, however, Lobo Negro uses the Roaring Fire for striking with multiple tonnages of force. Defensively, the flames act as a shield, protecting Lobo Negro from all manner of attacks by redirecting or negating the kinetic energy of incoming attacks. Of course, while they are not actual flame, the the Roaring Flame's ability to divert kinetic energy renders Lobo Negro highly resistant to fire and extreme heat.

Llama Sibilante (Hissing Flame): Violet in color, the Hissing Flames are an actual manifestation of pyrokinesis, deadly fires that not only burn but poison anyone they come in contact with. The power and poison of the Hissing Flame, however, lies not only in the fire, but the heat itself -- even with near misses, close exposure to the heat of the Hissing Flame will begin to poison one as surely as if they were burned by the fire itself... even those boasting immunities to fire and heat will still be poisoned by contact. Fortunately, the effects of the Hissing Flame much like the Hizakari, is only temporary and begins to rapidly fade after first administered -- if one has not received a fatal dose. Within a minute of exposure to the flames (or a suffered burn) one will begin to experience mild nausea, growing which grows increasingly severe, enough to become paralyzing within three minutes. Five minutes of exposure leads to paralysis and a crippling pain, and beyond ten minutes, the major organs begin to shut down and death is imminent. For simple heat exposure (near misses), the time required for all of these symptoms to take route is roughly doubled. As the heat of the Hissing Flames are poisonous, the flames themselves can also be used to poison food and drink if one were to cook or heat with them -- if one were to ingest the poisonous items created in this manner, the time for the symptoms to take root would be cut in half. Curiously, Lobo Negro is capable of using the Hissing Flames to cure himself of toxins as well, though he must burn himself to do so. While water is effective in dousing the Hissing Flames, one must take care when extinguishing the fire -- the steam and smoke will also be poisonous.

Llama Llorona (Weeping Flame): A vibrant and verdant blaze, the pyrokinetic Weeping Flames act as a liquid napalm, flowing through the air like water, spread freely in flowing arcs. The Weeping Flames are arguably the most dangerous of the three first flames, burning as hot as white phosphorous and sticking to any surface they strike, even soaking through materials to burn more thoroughly (of course, with such heat, water is wholly ineffective in dousing the Weeping Flames). While Lobo Negro can will the flames out of existence, unlike the Roaring flame, the Weeping Flame will continue to burn on their own even without any concentration devoted to them. Strangely enough, when around large bodies of water, Lobo Negro can utilize the Weeping Flame in unison with water to simulate a flaming form of hydrokinesis, allowing him to strike more accurately and with greater volume than the flames alone would allow.

Llama Canto (Singing Flame): Through the use of the silver-white Singing Flame Lobo is able to draw upon vast stores of energy by way of directly accessing the Ethereal Plane, an alternate plane of existence filled with an infinite amount of energy, that some theorize serves as the power source for all of reality, powering the entire multiverse through multiple dimensional links to other realities. As such, Lobo Negro is able cleave the boundaries between the dimensions to create massive explosions of energy, to fuel magical or ki techniques with no drain on himself, and/or draw (extremely limited) portions of the ethereal plane into his own body to increase his defenses against either physical or magical attacks. Widely seen as the most dangerous and most powerful of the Five Flames, the raw energy summoned by the Singing Flames can be converted into most any other energy type, granting Lobo Negro access to a vast array of magical spells and energy techniques. It is said that Lobo Negro, Lobo Blanco, and all of their clan were given life by, and draw their power from the Singing Flame, and as such they are referred to Knights of White Fire.

Llama Silenciosa (Silent Flame): Pitch black in color, the Silent Flames are the ones most commonly seen, often leaking from Lobo Negro freely and into the air. Directly related to the Singing Flames' ability to access the ethereal planes, the Silent Flames allow him to fold spacetime itself, and to cleave or warp fabric of the dimensions themselves. The Silent Flames are able alter the fabric of reality itself, distorting or altering said barriers in manners such as folding the walls of space to create shields or illusions, to allow Lobo Negro to teleport short distances, to subtly alter the flow of time around him, or to shake or compress the barriers between dimensions in a localized area to create violent, destructive reactions.

Mente del Lobo (Mind of the Wolf): The power of his forefathers allows Lobo Negro to tap into vast wells of psionic energy, absorbing and/or projecting them from his body in various forms. He is a psychic of moderate power, as well as a master of psychokinesis. With training from both his masters and his brother Lobo Blanco, Lobo Negro has has managed to fortify his mind against invasion, and is nigh immune to mental attacks, scans, and illusions. Those trying to read his mind, or his intent, will meet a blank slate, or, if they manage to scan deeper, a mess of indecipherable psychic noise.

Ocho Estilos (Eight Styles): Having undergone the same mandatory training as every member of his brother, Lobo Blanco, Lobo Negro is well-trained in the ring, as well as hand-to-hand combat. In addition to his standard lucha libre the Lobos Negro y Blanco ventured off to a mysterious dojo be schooled in the advanced wrestling style known as Ocho Estilos. Those who master it are purported to possess supernatural powers, able to run across thin air, walk unharmed through storms of bullets, pierce the hulls of battleships with their bare hands, wield the air itself as a blade, harden their skin like iron, and move at superhuman speeds. Practitioners are also reported to have mastered the most powerful of chi techniques, while the master of the art wields the most deadly -- an ultimate deathblow, capable of destroying an opponent in a single strike, body and soul.

Camino de la Ruina (Way of Ruin): Combining his training in lucha libre with the training he received in the Ocho Estilos, Lobo Negro's personal fighting style, The Way of Ruin is one of brutality and misdirection. Lobo Negro loves to use underhanded tactics and brutal grappling techniques to batter and humiliate his foes, tossing them around like rag dolls beneath his withering blows, multiple throws, and bone-crushing holds.
Even favoring the underhanded ways of the Rudo, Lobo Negro considers himself a Técnico -- he cannot stand cowards, or those who will not face their foes head on. Lobo Negro will trip up, lie to, and deceive his enemies, but he will always do so to their faces. Furthermore, he never targets his fellow Técnico, and will never disgrace the mask of any foe, unless he has defeated them in a Luchas de Apuestas battle.

Fiesta de Violencia (Violence Party): After cornering his opponent, Lobo Negro batters his foe with a blistering combination of knife-hand chops, elbow strikes, headbutts, knees, and face kicks before snatching them up to deliver...

Finishing Move!
El Martillo Luna Salvaje (The Wild Moon Hammer): Scooping his opponent up for a suplex, Lobo Negro hooks the leg and delivers a series of five rolling Fisherman suplexes each one subjecting his opponent to the full fury of one of the Five Flames in turn, before he stands, hauling his opponent into the air and spiking them headfirst into the ground with a devastating fisherman driver, empowered by all of the Five Flames at once.

-Costume

Manto Negro del Lobo (Black Mantle of the Wolf): Upon their christening as a Bearer of the Five Flames, each Wolf is tasked with crafting their own bodysuit, an ancient ritual that serves as the final rite of passage, one that can only be completed by way of commanding all Five Flames at once, and imbuing the sacred vestments with their power. Lobo Negro has completed this ritual, as have all before him, and so does his Mantle armor his form as the Lobo Negro armors his spirit, allowing him to perform to his maximum potential and allowing him to utilize his full strength throughout his body, even his tail. The Mantle (and of course, the mask) also offers protections from the very same forces his Flames embody: from the Roaring Flame, heavy resistance against flames, heat, and heavy impacts; from the Hissing Flame, a high resistance to toxins, and debilitating magics; from the Weeping Flame, a high resistance to status-changes; from the Singing Flame, an increased resistance to energy and magic attacks, and from the Silent Flame, resistance to illusions, and spatial-temporal attacks.

Cazador De La Luna (Moon Hunter): A ceremonial longbow, tipped with short blades at both ends and reinforced with black-and-neon-green plating stylized to match its wielder, Legends hold that this weapon was crafted and first used by the first Wolf, Lobo de la Noche Sin Fin, the Wolf of Endless Night, who could cut down entire armies at once with its power. Lobo Negro is never seen without it, bringing it to the ring to menace any Rudo in his sights before he skewers the tatters of their mask on an arrow and returns it to the quiver set into his hip padding. The Bow is sturdy enough to be wielded as a melee weapon, and uses the Five Flames both as its string and its ammunition, rendering it capable of incredible devastation.

Llama del Infierno (Hellfire): A long spear with a single-edged, curved blade, commonly called a Naginata, the Hellfire is an incredibly powerful artifact passed down to Lobo Negro, as the Martillos Del Sol were passed down to Lobo Blanco. Like the Martillos del Sol, the Hellfire is capable of producing an incredibly powerful flame, but the Hellfire itself was once wielded by the original Infierno herself, and as such is capable of producing massive blasts of flame, or, most importantly, providing an incredible boost of power to Lobo Negro's own Five Flames. By taking possession of both the Hellfire and the Moon Hunter, the weapons have been bound to Lobo Negro's spirit (or perhaps, the mask...?), and as such have become indestructible, so long as he lives. While both incredibly hard to damage, if either were to be lost or destroyed, Lobo Negro would be able to instantly recall them to his hand with the Silent Flame, or to repair/recreate them with the Singing Flame.

Alma del Lobo Ardiente (Soul of the Burning Wolf): It is said that great sacrifice is required to wear the mask of Lobo Negro... that one must surrender a portion of their soul to even do the mask, and another portion every time they call upon the Five Flames. Not even the current Lobo Negro was immune, and though he was fully willing to surrender his soul to the mask once his time had ended, upon taking on the mantle he quickly learned that the dark armies of Rudo have expanded greatly since with the return of Rey de la Oscuridad II, and as such he would need to fight much harder, and much longer than any Lobo Negro before him. To that end, after much toil and training, Lobo Negro last mastered the rituals necessary to create a safeguard, and by way of offering his own energy, that which he had collected within the safeguard, he was able to craft the Burning Wolf Soul. While normally, the bearer of the Lobo Negro mask risks losing their soul to the mask and the Five Flames as well, the Burning Wolf Soul serves as a safeguard against both; in situations where he risks losing his own soul to his power, the Burning Wolf Soul will be sacrificed instead. Having memorized this ritual, Lobo Negro can recast it as necessary, though he will need time to replenish the soul, and much more time than normal if doing so in the heat of combat. When active, the Burning Wolf Soul also prevents his own soul from being directly targeted by any spells or attacks.

-Hype

For hundreds of years, the Knights of the White Fire passed the torch of Five Flames from generation to generation, from Wolf to Wolf, until the time came for the last Wolf, the Stone Wolf of Five Flames (Lobo de Piedra de las Cinco Llamas) bore twin sons, the first seen in a thousand years. To the surprise of all the Knights, both sons proved worthy to carry the mantle, for the first time in an millenium, two Wolves would stand guard.

Raised alongside his twin brother, Lobo Blanco, Los Lobos Del Cinco Llamas were destined to eradicate all Rudo from the face of the earth: Lobo Blanco fighting in the ring under the bright lights, a shining pillar of virtue and heroism, adored by the fans, while Lobo Negro fought in the shadows, in the most violent and brutal deathmatches, battles too fierce and bloody to be watched by the innocent, as he brought the Rudos a fight they could understand, one that they could not win. Unfortunately, during the course of their long journey, Lobo Blanco grew disillusioned with their quest, and abandoned his brother to fight alone... and so fight he does, for none of the glory, none of the cheers, love, or adoration. Now, carrying on in the spirit of the Luchalliance, Lobo Negro fights solely for justice, as as his quest always been, as it shall always be, until the Rudo are no more.