The air had a dry heat to it that night, coyotes were baying as Esteban headed home from the restaurant. "What am I going to do?" he thought to himself "seven thousand is a lot, but I can't let my father down." he continued his trek. A little farther down the road he noticed a torn flyer hanging from a wall it read: "wrestling event of the century, all comers welcome, sign ups @ town square tomorrow 2pm."
He scanned the poster a little further, " Contestants will be duking it out for a shot at the eight thousand peso grand prize." Esteban was in shock, what an opportunity to just fall in his lap, he had always wanted to be a luchadore since he was a child, but his father forbid him, claiming it was too dangerous.
Now was his chance "I've got to do this, or everything I know will fall apart, there's no turning back now." " Father cannot know of this I will need a new identity.", just then a giant flash of lightning filled the sky, "That's it!" he said to himself, "I will be El rayo azul, the blue lightning!" and with his latest revelation he ran home to start on costume and the most important part of any luchadore's arsenal, the mask.
Too excited to sleep, he worked all through the night into the day, "at last, my costume is complete." Esteban said with a great feeling of confidence, "Now all I need is my mask." (to be continued)
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