I am El Luchador Negro. I am concerned with one thing. Whoopin ass in the ring.
You step in the ring, anything can happen. However, what will most likely happen is you getting your ass whooped. Thats what I do. The squared circle is my home, my castle, my abode. I live in the ring and I plan to die in the ring (and if I can convince (read threaten) the operations manager at my arena of choice, I will be buried/stored/hidden in the ring.