A PMC trigger when money was on the table, a private pilot when borders needed to be ignored, and a smuggler who moved product so good, that to this day the authorities are still about arguing how much actually he made.

No trails, no mistakes, just results. some could say, the definition of the American dream.

One night, he crossed paths with bunch of angry gangsters at a bar in San Andreas. A pissed-off Irish biker helped him out. And well, the night ended the only way it could. Blood on the floor and silence following it. What came after that, was a brotherhood forged by trust, loyalty and honour.

After joining the club, Xibalba still kept running the drug smuggling operation, but now making sure that rest of his brothers also were enjoying the profits. With the ever expanding need for a new high on the streets, Xibalba managed to feed that need and keep the supply flowing.

With years passing on, Xibalba kept undertaking more risky and dangerous tasks to ensure club’s survival. Being at the forefront of every run, leading the charge and taking care of his brothers during tough times, proved that he was ready to do anything for his club.

After years of putting himself on the line for his fellow brothers as Ghost’s left-hand man, and showing that he possesses the core qualities a Heathen should, Xibalba was appointed as the new President of Heathen Motorcycle Club, when Ghost returned to Europe to expand the Heathen empire.

With time passing on, many deals later and miles of burnt rubber, Xibalba is spearheading the club into the future, with loyal members and unwavering support behind his back.

One truth still stands to this day. cross him, and you’ll end up like those Aztecas from that bar on that fateful night.