Rocky de Leon
There was a time, long ago, when there was no Lucha. Do not be sad, for the people were not sad. They had never had the Lucha, and therefore they did not know what they missed. It was a peaceful time, a time of bliss and ignorance. But then came El Ciclón. Roberto was enamored with El Ciclón.
Roberto had been enjoying a beer in the shade for siesta when he saw a truck driven by a gringo pass on the road. In the bed of the truck was a man in green tights, wearing a cape embroidered with swirls of red, blue, and gold. The embroidery depicted destruction of a most natural form, houses seemed to fly off the cape in the wake of the spiraling wind made of thread. Despite the gorgeous cape, most notably, El Ciclón wore a mask – no. THE mask. The mask that would haunt Roberto’s dreams. A mask that was a swirl of color, as if the mask itself contained the mighty twister.
Roberto felt compelled to follow El Ciclón. The truck, you see, was very slow.
Not as slow as this story.
Shut up! Be respectful!
Aiyeeee! Go on, Angel, please.
Gracias, Carlos, gracias. Now then, the truck, you see, was very slow.
The slowest!
So slow.
Like eh… um… como se… AH! MOLASSES! Like molasses, Angel?
Si, like molasses. Very slow. Roberto was easily able to follow the truck, and it stopped in front of a large empty space. The ground where it stopped was dirt packed hard – not a blade of grass to be seen. In the dirt had been placed four pieces of rebar to form a square. They had been connected with twine. The Cyclone did not climb over the twine… he flipped over it.
Ooooo
Aaaah
A bit of a showoff, but that’s the business
His manager, the portly gringo, stepped out of the truck. He yelled to the many bystanders and asked if Roberto’s town had even a single enmascarado brave enough to stand up to El Ciclón. On that day, the answer was no.
QUE?!
QUE?! NO??? QUE?!?!?!
But Angel! The Lu-
On that day… the answer was no, but Roberto felt a pull. Felt a drive. Felt… a calling in the very core of his being. A calling which you may be so lucky to hear about next time, in Part 2…
Ay, Angel, tu puta madre!
It was just getting good…
Hey, Pedro, are we out of popcorn?