Sunday! Sunday! Monday?!?
Well, it may have been a weekday with some of the lesser known luchadors in the little beach town of Sayulita, but the fight was sin límite! And, actually, because of those factors the fight was even better than some of massive events in the big cities.
The ring was in the center of a warehouse-style storage bay, surrounded by white plastic chairs. As we would soon find out, there was a reason for the cheap, stacking seats.
From the moment the first luchadors ran into the makeshift arena, we could tell this shit was going to be crazy. They started with their performance and soon took the fight into the seats. Some people scurried to get out of the action while others sprinted to get into it. Evacuated chairs were now being used as weapons by the luchadors and shards of white plastic flew through the air.
The luchadors adapted to the ever changing situations very well. One of the “bad guys” was handed an unopened beer by a friend of ours and instead he reached for the half empty can in his other hand. He took a big mouthful of beer and spit it into the face of his adversary.
Being in the front few rows was an open invitation to involvement and I’m not talking about a Gallagher-style splattering of watermelon chunks. Holding up a plastic sheet here would do you about as much good as his comb-over did him. Several people discovered this after having their chair crushed beneath them from a lucha landing in their laps. Other spectators had to shield their eyes as plastic tabletops were shattered near them as well.
In between matches, the ring was opened up to the younger kids who had a pretty firm grasp on how to do some of the more simple moves. Like little monkeys they climbed the ropes and leapt onto the thinly padded floor of the ring, narrowly missing each other. The only adults allowed in the ring with the children were wearing lucha masks of their own and were immediately swarmed by the kids like africanized bees. After taking as much of a beating as they could stand, they would slip through the ropes and back into their seats.
The last match ended in upset when the bad guys were named the victors, although, the plot was pretty hard to follow by that time. Even still, the night was incredible and we highly recommend going to any lucha match you can- regardless of the size.
While I would to have loved to have provided higher quality pictures, the lighting in the arena was heinous. Enjoy the gritty pictures that truly represent how gritty lucha libre can be!