Tourist In My Town

The grizzled, muscular and yet sagging man with the dark, slightly greying long hair raised his arms victoriously. He was wearing tight black spandex pants and sweat was running down his face. He hadn’t fought off his competitor, but he had won the affection of the crowd who were cheering his name and stamping the floor, making the arena shake. Earlier, a tag team match of two teams had included a man with dwarfism wearing a chicken mask looking on from the sidelines. As each fighter and team was introduced, women in leather skirts and bejewelled tops pulled some basic dance moves as the luchadores swaggered into the ring. Yes, I was at my very first lucha libre event, almost two years into my time here, and it was batshit crazy. It was ridiculous. Unbelievably stupid. And it was the best night out I’d had in years. I think I’ve finally found a sport I can get behind. <a href="https://medium.com/@hayley13/tourist-in-my-town-e9241ab0a704">Click Here</a>