A long time ago, in a small village on the border of Meehico and Tejas a small boy was born with an unnatural gift for wrestling. As a child, none of the local kids could tackle him, in fact he used to pin them three at a time! It was his favorite thing to do. Any spare change he gathered he would watch the Luchadores wrestle. The way they dazzled the crowd with their acrobatics and theatrics filled his heart with joy.

However, his father was a religious man, quite pious, indeed. When he found out what his son was up to, he forbade him from seeing the Luchadors again.

“All they do is fight and hurt people! They solve nothing!” No mas!” he father said.

The boy knew when to not argue back. His father wasn’t a bad man, but he was stubborn. No, instead he studied his school books and that was that of the boy’s dream… or so he thought.

Twenty years passed by and the boy was now a fancy gentleman, working as the best accountant for a very greedy bank. One day he overheard the gringo bank president talking about buying out the Luchador Stadium near the bank by using a dirty clause they built into the contract that let’s them do dirty things like that.

The fancy gentleman was angry. Was there no end to their greed? Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder.

It was Emilia! He secretly loved her but never could tell her because he wasn’t just fancy, he was also very shy.

“Hi {NAME REDACTED}!” Emilia said.

“Hola Emilia, como estas?” said the fancy gentlemen.

“All is well. Just a reminder, it’s my birthday tomorrow, make sure you come by desk for cake later.”

“Of course, anything for you, Emilia”

Emilia blushed. So did the fancy gentleman.

When Emilia left, the fancy gentleman remembered he was mad as hell at the bank. That evening, after he finished work he went to a local tailor and picked up thread and material. He then proceeded to his workbench and sewed and sewed and sewed! Furiously, he went all through the night until he was done.

At the end of the next day, as all the rich greedy bankers were ready to submit the paperwork, a man wearing a fancy suit and a luchador mask busted into the boardroom. It was the fancy gentleman, but he was now masked!

“No me gusta ustedes!” he yelled through his mask.

“Wow, so proper,” the gringo bank president said, but he didn’t have time to say much more as the fancy gentleman delivered 12 consecutive backbreakers to everyone in the room, saving the most backbreaky one for the gringo president.

“My backo is broko!” he said before he died. Even to his last breath, the bank president was disrespectful thought the fancy gentlemen.

Just then the fancy gentlemen felt a tap on his shoulder.

“One of the board members must have come late!” he thought to himself.

With lightning reflexes, he grabbed the arm that was attached to the hand and did a wrestling move so crazy that both the Mexican and English dictionary don’t have words to describe it, but it was awesome.

OR WAS IT!????

OH NO! IT WAS EMILIA!

She has brought him a slice of cake since she didn’t’ see him all day! He had forgot her birthday!

“Why Eduardo?” she said, with pain in her back, but love in her eyes.

“I didn’t know! I, I thought… wait, you knew it was me the entire time?” the fancy gentleman replied.

“Of course, the mask has a mustache on it and you’re wearing the same suit you always wear. I mean it’s kinda hard to not know it was you,” Emilia croaked.

THEN SHE DIED!

The wrestling stadium was saved, but at what cost? Eduardo tossed the mask in the trash and promised to never wear it again. While wrestling was capable of so much good, it could cause so much harm. He then grabbed his briefcase and left Mexico forever. While he didn’t get his happy life with Emilia, he did see her in his dreams every night, but they were nightmares! Because he accidentally killed her!

But who is writing this you might be asking? Well, my name is Sundeep, your best friend and I knew the fancy gentleman well. He was my second best friend, after you. But he died and he lied. He never threw the mask out.

On his deathbed he said, “Give it to someone with a pure heart and who looks damn good in a suit.”

“I promise Eduardo. May you find the peace in death that you didn’t find in life. Vaya con dios!” Sundeep said.

Now you must make a choice Shan. Will you break backs for truth and justice?

Will you become the new fancy gentleman???

(I was going to make an image of the fancy gentleman but I ran out of Midjourney credits.)