There was a lady who was always going to see the wrestling, and, whenever she saw me fighting against the good guys, she used to curse me and kick me with her umbrella because she thought I was bad and cruel for real. I thank Saint James the Apostle for I managed to talk with her in private to explain that I’m only playing a bad character but I’m not really like this. Now we are friends.

Hell Warrior Jr. — Coacalco, State of Mexico