Sunday came soon enough with the promise of more great music and Lucha Labre shenanigans. While I had missed the thrilling and comedic antics of Saturday, I keenly set my sights on wrestling, as it is the perfect celebration of the art for those gentlemen who are clad in leotards and fanciful–maybe even mystical–masks.
I saw 2 separate bouts of these maniacs as they frothed, charged and tumbled in and out of the ring. The drama is real and these Luchadors’ punches were never pulled in these bouts, where good and bad tumbled in and out of our reality. These visceral encounters of fisticuffs were hailed with jeers and cheers by the fans in the midst of horrifying defeats and glorious of triumphs. There was villains and heroes, who were there to preserve the sanctity of honor and truth against great odds. The two different bouts I witnessed were filled with drama and entertainment where everybody won. Viva the Luchador, viva the Lucha Libre forever!
Photo Gallery after the Break