The Shine

Some number upon a time in Mexico

I called up Morgan Kingwood to see if he was interested in working an angle. Make some money out of our real beef. He said if he ever saw me again, he was going to run me down with his Caddy. I still think it's a good idea. People take things too personally.

Last night I worked a woman called Red Cap. Maybe because she wears a red baseball cap down to the ring. Maybe because of a mythological creature that wears a hat soaked in blood. Probably because of the red caps on the barbiturates she likes to get high on.

Almost half of the small crowd was one large extended family. They stood out because most of them seemed much more interested in fussing over an old man in a wheelchair than watching the action. He was a paunchy old mummy with a wild fringe of white hair around his head like a crown. He seemed mildly interested in the matches and immensely annoyed by the ministrations of his family.

One of his minders wheeled him backstage along with a very striking looking woman to translate. I swear she looked like a model. It's hard to image those wrinkly old balls eventually leading to a woman like that. The guy pushing the wheelchair spoke English so I'm not sure why she was there to translate also. Division of labor, I guess.

He asked me by way of his granddaughter (great grand-daughter?) if I was the one looking for Eterno Corazon. After a moment of surprise I said that I was. He told me following tale. As the grand-daughter was translating I could see the wheelchair pusher rolling his eyes dramatically and making "what can you do about old people" apology gestures. I guess that's why the model was brought in, she translates without editorializing.

The old man claimed that he wrestled with Eterno and his brothers in the 1950's. At that time, Eterno was working under the names Mejia Torres. He said that one night after a show Mejia, his two brothers who were also wrestlers, and himself were visited by an angel who told them to give up wrestling and start fighting the forces of evil.

Even though they were drunk as skunks as the time they decided that they better do what the angel told them. So from 1958 to 1961, he said that the four of them traveled small towns along the border and the coasts getting shit-faced and porking farm girls by day and fighting 'Tlahuelpuchi' by night, evil witches that turn themselves into animals. Animals such as wolves. Werewolves you might call them.

According to him this adventure came to an end when the Tlahuelpuchi captured Mejia and turned his heart wicked with their soul magic. Mejia betrayed and killed his brothers. The old man ran away to the US and never looked back. He started to talk about Eterno-Mejia's dark powers but I told him that I knew all about them, he didn't need to convince me.

When she finished translating this, the model translator had about as much reaction as if she had just asked me if I was in line at Subway (eat fresh). The wheelchair pusher apologized for his grandpa telling crazy stories. I think the old man would have bitch slapped him if he could.

I thanked him for telling me this and asked him what I could do about it. He said "sácalo de su miseria".

So. Yeah.

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