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 carnage 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.