El magnifico was a luchador past his prime
He was the greatest wrestler of his time
But an injury had ended his lustrous career
And he no longer gets to enjoy the crowds cheer
But from time to time like every old warrior
He puts on his mask and walks down the market corridor
Old fans wave and ask for his autograph
Some ask about old matches and enjoy a laugh
Then one day someone with too much to prove
Pushed el magnifico and told him to move
When magnifico turned to face this guy
The guy spit in el magnifico’s eye
El magnifico’s blood began to boil
And his feet dug into the soil
He issued the guy a challenge to a match
But there was only one simple catch
This match would be a street fight
The guy accepted and hit el magnifico with a flash light
E magnifico stumbled then delivered a drop kick
Hitting the guy so hard he became sick
El magnifico then picked the guy high in the air
And power bombed him through a chair
The guy laid crying in the middle of the street
At the hands of el magnifico he had suffered defeat
And once again el magnifico had his glory
He had wrote a new chapter in his story
He had a new purpose for his mask
He could stop criminals committing evils task