Puma King, Chingas a tu Madre!

I imagine there is only one event where a group of otherwise highly educated, congenial MBA students could be found screaming in unison at overweight men in spandex who have branded themselves with names like Puma King, Astro Boy, La Mascara, or El Utimó Guerro, or Gato Everready. Lucha Libre.

I've never really seen American professional wrestling, so I have little to which I can compare the Mexican version. Over the course of five matches (each consisting of three official "falls"), I watched the wrestlers become slightly less out of shape and slightly more sophisticated in their costuming, and the Mexican fans get increasingly... entertaining.


This might give some indication of the costuming. Round one began with a man dressed in white spandex and angel wings purchased a WalMart and his sidekick who looked vaguely like a cat. In lieu of costumes, their opponents wore beer belly's and masks. Masks seemed to be the most essential element of the show. Well, perhaps second only to what might be my new favorite Spanish phrase: Chingas a tu Madre!, best said with a large group, in unison, and repeatedly.