My name is Pico. I am from Peru, where I am almost famous as the masked wrestler, "El Queso." I am not sure what that means, since I stopped speaking and understanding Spanish about a month ago. I awoke after a bout with another almost famous, masked wrestler, named "Pero de Bolivar." I cannot remember the last half of the fight. I think I won, though I am still not entirely sure. The language barrier may grow to be amusing yet bothersome.
My mother (at least I believe she is my mother, and she is so sweet and caring, despite not being able to understand what I am saying, that I dearly hope she is my mother) told me that I was born near the top of Machu Picchu, the ancient Inca fortress city in the Andes. The funny thing is, my mother speaks only Spanish, yet somehow I know she has told me this. I guess it is not important, the accident of where one is born. Except if you don't speak the language.
My manager his name is Miguel I believe does not seem concerned with our inability to communicate. His enthusiasm for miming has allowed me to continue training and wrestling despite our lack of a common language. Strangely enough, I seem to have been more successful in the ring since that curious fight a month ago than I ever had been before.