Start of Something Maybe

[timjr]

In the place where the magic of blood and the magic of sweat mix with the magics of mask and passion, there is the magic of lucha libre. In my blood is the power of the Silvered Saint, the blue fire of the Demon, the many faces of the Man of Millions. I am the third child of a third child of a third child, sworn to protect the good people of this world from the chupacabra, the vampire women, and all the things that go bump in the night. I am Espíritu Enmascarado, the first woman to don this mask that has been passed down for three generations. It is not merely family tradition, it is tradition of a thousand warriors, and the millions that cheer them on in the grand arenas, the gymnasiums, the cramped and dirty theaters. It is a real magic that flows through me, when I wear the mask. The power of belief, the power of tradition, they give me strength, quickness, and resilience beyond that of man or woman alive.

And given that I am currently in the middle of an all out brawl with an Aztec mummy hellbent on smashing up my best friend's ice cream van, I am very, very grateful for those extra powers.