Demonstrating her growing power as Queen of Winter, La Abominable crystallizes the very air around her, challenging any luchadora to defeat her in the ring. If she is defeated, La Abominable has vowed to renounce her powers as Reina del Invierno, but if she prevails, La Abominable will send all of Mexico into eternal winter, making it her personal frozen domain.

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