El Drago Blanco

It’s Saturday night the crowd is packed in

El Drago Blanco walks through the curtain

The crowd erupts in cheers and chants

EDB has a dragon mask and red pants

The match goes back and forth

EDB is down and seems passed his worth

The crowd is chanting his name

To lose would bring his family Shame

He energizes and goes on the attack

He slams his opponent onto his back

He climbs on the ropes and jumps

1, 2, 3, EDB wins, he gives the air a fist bump

He has the world in his hands

But there’s one thing that he understands

Monday brings life back to boring

He goes to the office and typing

He will have a boss telling him what to do

He will have to write in pen that has to be blue

He will sit for 8 hours at a desk

And eating an old sandwich is his only risk

But that’s Monday, today is Saturday

Today he is living life his way

He’s seizing his moment

He is free from works torment


El Magnifico 

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 

Wrestling is Fake!

Wrestling is fake is the battle cry of haters 

They don’t understand the stories of wrestlers

The heroes, the villains, or the “others”
Are the millions of fans fake

How do fake the injuries the wrestlers take

How do you fake the impact these heroes make
Hulk hogan taught a nation to eat their vitamins 

Undertaker taught you to face your demons

The rock entertained millions and … Millions
Nothing is better than chanting for a hero 

As they overcome the odds and show their bravado

Oh wait wrestling is fake and I’m a zero
So why people continue to hate

I’ll watch as wrestlers battle for the title’s fate

Because wrestling is fake for entertainment sake