Lucha libre: the guilty pleasure of all Mexicans. Even my classiest, most high-brow professors profess their love for the lucha libre. It's very shocking to me, who is accustomed to wrestling being a stereotypical low-brow festivity, like Nascar, blowing shit up, or growing weed in hydroponic systems in one of the two bedrooms in the trailer. Not here in Mexico. Unfortunately, this is the only picture I have of the three of us in the stands, and I had popcorn in my teeth.
The fighting is the same as it is in the united states, as are the fighters, more or less. The crowd is completely different. There is an upper ring and a lower ring at the arena, and an interesting class conflict arises between those in the upper and those in the lower. A large group of men,
uniformily dressed in shirts that say "Putas los de abajo" (people down there are bitches), scream things like, "Putos los de abajo!" which is echoed by los de abajo in the form of "chinga a su madre!" (do something vulgar to your mother--you can image). Taking pictures or video is prohibited, so we only took these few before they told us they were going to take our camera. I post these videos, in which one can see a bone-crushing slam of the spine across the knee, a walk of shame of the loser in pink, and a horrid native-american stereotype wrestling against a retired Hell's Angel. Enjoy.
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