César "Cuchillo" Arteaga

César "Cuchillo" Arteaga wears two faces. One is clean-shaven, clipboard in hand, pacing the sidelines as a no-nonsense assistant coach for a “legit” club somewhere in Mexico. The other? Well… let's just say no one calls him “Cuchillo” for his tactical formations.

By day, he blends in — pressed tracksuit, calm demeanor, player-first philosophy. But by night, César is the most feared fixer south of the border. Whisper his name in the wrong company, and you'll get silence… or a slow shake of the head. Because everyone knows: if the ref's behaving strange, the calls feel off, or a match ends just a little too perfectly — Cuchillo had the blade in it.

He doesn't rig matches with brute force — he does it with finesse. A quiet envelope. A late-night visit. A whispered threat or a favor promised. He's not flashy. He's not loud. He's surgical. Just enough pressure to get a ref to swallow his whistle… or raise it on cue.

No one knows exactly which team he works for — he's changed clubs too many times, always just below the radar. But he stays close to the pitch for one reason: control. He knows who's injured before the public does. Who's on tilt. Which refs need cash. Which refs need fear.

What makes him dangerous isn't that he's dirty. It's that he's brilliant. Cuchillo doesn't fix for fun — he does it for leverage. For years, he's fed bets to syndicates, moved markets, and ruined honest bettors with perfectly timed red cards and stoppage time “errors.”

They say he's untouchable. Too subtle to get caught. Too useful to take down. And while everyone plays checkers with lineups and odds, Cuchillo is backstage pulling strings… and slipping knives.