«On Clipped Wings»
Mateo Salinas
Real Name: Mateo Quintero (Unknown)Mateo Salinas
Stage Name: Mateo Salinas
Age: 25
Birthday: March 3rd
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 185 cm / 6’1”
Weight: 98 kg / 216 lbs
Alignment: Babyface
Nationality: Mexican
Fighting Style: Traditional Professional Wrestling/Lucha Libre
«Appearance»
Wrestling Gear
Wrestling Gear 2
Wrestling Gear 3
Casual
Do U Like It - Kinky
Back to Zero - Mateo bends his opponent down into an abdominal stretch position and threads their arm through their legs before delivering a pump handle slam.
Shutdown - Springboard Cutter, generally done as a counter move.
Flying Guillotine - Leg drop from the top rope or off a springboard.
«Finishers»
Journey's End - Steep angle camel clutch. He makes use of a leg trap and lifting variant depending on the opponent.
Broken Wings - Lifts opponent up off the ground into a sit out falcon arrow pin. Can be done as part of a roll-through counter or from the top ropes.
«Likes»
Street Food: He doesn't care much for sit-down restaurants, preferring to hit up small vendors and to-go foods.
Boxing: Picked up originally as a hobby, he works it into his training. He isn't interested in pursuing it seriously and wants to keep it that way.
Football (Soccer): He’s a lifelong Chivas supporter, following games even while traveling.
Support the Boys/Girls: Mateo likes to wear other wrestlers' merch as a way to support those he likes.
Luchadors/Luchadoras: He likes to watch, at a distance and remember better times.
«Dislikes»
Alcohol: After his fall from grace, Mateo has struggled with alcoholism. He takes his sobriety very seriously, but still feels the draw of the bottle now and then to just forget for a while.
Journalists: He hates most sensational media and gossip in general. Unfortunately, he assumes most journalists are just out to make hit pieces until proven otherwise.
Squandered Potential: He doesn't like seeing the man he was in other wrestlers.
Old Matches: He can't stomach watching any old matches of El Halcón de Oro.
«Personality»
There was a time when Mateo was an arrogant young man, a prodigy who thought the world already belonged to him. For a while, it almost did. Wins piled up, the spotlight burned bright, and he believed his own hype. That version of him is gone now, drowned in the bottom of a bottle and killed in the very ring that made him. These days, Mateo is older, steadier, and far more aware of his flaws. The big personality hasn’t vanished, but now it’s part of the job, a show he puts on to entertain and inspire. In truth, he bottles up most of his mistakes, keeping them from becoming anyone else’s burden, and wears a smile to make sure others never see how heavy that weight can be.
In the ring, Mateo has deliberately dialed back his lucha libre roots. Once known for reckless, spectacular dives and acrobatics, he now wrestles with a grounded, traditional style, tight grappling, sharp strikes, and methodical pacing. It’s not because he can’t soar anymore; it’s because he chooses not to. Aerial maneuvers are rare as he distances himself from the man he used to be to hide his identity. When he does take flight, the crowd sees not just athleticism, but a glimpse of the prodigy he once was, and that his skill in the air is still undeniable.
Outside the ropes, Mateo is approachable, witty, and quick to laugh. He makes time for fans, is willing to mentor younger wrestlers, and lightens the locker room with easy conversation. What most don’t see is how carefully he shields others from the doubts and temptations that still follow him. He hides that struggle behind humor and warmth, not out of dishonesty, but because he refuses to let his burdens become anyone else’s. He likes to stay busy, always moving, because when he slows down and finds himself idle, he tends to find himself dwelling on the past.
Mateo is a man still piecing himself together. The performer who steps through the curtain is a showman, the consummate professional who can rally a crowd. The man who walks back out is flawed, thoughtful, and trying to be better than he was yesterday. Together, they make him who he is now: a wrestler chasing redemption not through flash or bravado, but through consistency, humility, and the rare, breathtaking moments when he dares to show his true colors to the world.
«History»
For generations, the name El Halcón de Oro carried legendary weight in lucha libre. The golden falcon was more than a wrestler; it was a symbol of flight, courage, and honor, passed down through the Quintero bloodline. Mateo’s grandfather first wore the mask in the small arenas of Jalisco, thrilling crowds with dazzling aerial feats. His father, Armando Quintero, elevated it to national renown, becoming a household name across Mexico and beyond. Under the golden mask, Armando fought in packed stadiums, sold out tours, and represented lucha tradition on the world stage. To the public, he was El Halcón de Oro. To his family, he was Armando: father, mentor, and the man who kept their legacy alive.
But Armando’s career didn’t end on his own terms. Years of breathtaking dives and high-impact matches had taken their toll on his body. A lingering neck injury, aggravated by decades of punishing matches, eventually became too dangerous to ignore. Doctors warned him that one wrong fall could leave him paralyzed—or worse. Armando resisted stepping away, but the pain and the risk were undeniable. His final tour became a farewell celebration, capped by the ceremonial passing of the mask and mantle to his son. For Mateo Quintero, stepping into the ring as the new El Halcón de Oro was both a crowning achievement and a crushing responsibility. The fans didn’t know his real name. They didn’t care who the man beneath the mask was. All that mattered was that El Halcón de Oro soared again.
At first, Mateo wore the mask with brilliance. He was everything a prodigy should be: lightning-quick, fearless in the air, a natural-born showman. Under the golden mask, he achieved rapid success, his matches filling highlight reels with dives and counters that seemed effortless. He wasn’t just Armando’s son—he looked destined to become even greater.
And that’s when he started to believe it. The fame, the money, the spotlight, they weren’t burdens to Mateo, they were toys. He embraced the rockstar lifestyle, drinking heavily, partying harder, and reveling in the perks of being the face of a dynasty. Training took a back seat. Responsibility meant less to him than indulgence. His arrogance grew as fast as his win streak, and he became convinced the world would always bend to him.
The illusion shattered during his most important match: a marquee showdown against one of Armando’s fiercest old rivals. The match had been promoted as a reckoning, a chance for the new Halcón to surpass the past and cement himself as the true heir. Instead, it became a public disaster. Mateo arrived blackout drunk, stumbling through the contest as his opponent dismantled him. At the climax, the stipulation forced what no Quintero had ever suffered before: El Halcón de Oro was unmasked. The sacred identity was stripped away, and in one night, decades of history were destroyed. Mateo was too far gone to even remember the humiliation. He had to watch the recording later to see what the world had seen, a wasted man dragging a legend through the mud.
Shame followed. So did silence. Without the mask, without the glory, there was nothing left. Mateo disappeared from the scene entirely. To the public, El Halcón de Oro was gone, disgraced. To those few who knew his real name, Mateo Quintero was simply a man who had thrown it all away. He checked himself into rehab and, for the first time, had to confront what he had become, not a tragic figure, but an arrogant young man who had burned his inheritance on excess.
Reinvention came slowly. Mateo resurfaced in obscurity, working under a new identity in small promotions where nobody knew or cared about his past. No mask, no dynasty, just another name on the card. He stripped back the flash that once defined him, adopting a more traditional, grounded style that let him disappear into the ring instead of standing out.
Years later, after clawing his way through anonymity, Mateo has taken another step forward by joining LAW. For him, this isn’t about reclaiming the name of El Halcón de Oro. That mask is gone forever. What remains is the man beneath it, scarred, humbled, but still fighting. This is about coming to grips with himself and finding atonement through giving back to the sport. LAW marks the start of his trueredemption arc back in the limelight, a chance to prove to himself, to his father Armando, and to anyone watching that he can still honor the spirit of the golden falcon, even if he can never wear its mask again.
