I’ve officially been back in the states for a week now, and despite traveling for a little over two weeks, it was actually a pretty quiet trip. I previously talked about the AAA tryouts in San Jose, and I spent the subsequent week in Austin before going to Mexico City for a little over a week. Continue reading “Back in the States: Photos and a Lucha Volcánica Anniversary Show”
Mis amigos de Mexico (especialmente la familia de Piña y la familia de Ruiz),
Es dificil para mi a explicar mi gratitud en español, pero yo quiero que ustedes saben que ustedes son como mi familia, y sin ustedes mi tiempo en Mexico no era posible. Ustedes son muy simpático y agredable, y me he sentido bienvenido en Mexico. Espero que nos vemos muy pronto…
PS: Cuando yo regreso a Mexico, poderé hablar más español…espero…
This week will mark the end of my first month in Mexico City. The myriad experiences thus far are many: from the excitement of training in the birthplace of Lucha Libre Mexicana, the fear of a new country, the frustration of lacking communication, the anguish of a terrible performance, to delivering a great performance on the same card as Hurican Ramirez. In lieu of attempting to–and undoubtedly failing to–capture my experience in prose, I have elected to share some photos.
More to come. Other photos can be found on my Instagram @ luchadorfenix.
Tuesday, September 18th marked the day of my debut in Mexico, and the day that I realized that Mexico is indeed chock-full of luchadores. There is even perhaps an overabundance of them, which only funny to me because my home company, Lucha Libre Volcánica, has struggled to recruit new luchadores.
I was invited to perform by one of my maestros, Sepulcro, to what turned out to be an anniversary show of some effect, and was held in the back parking lot of a public marketplace in front of 60-80 people. There was no pay, but we were instead thanked with delicious in-house made chicharrón, and cervezas.
The event coordinator had invited a select few luchadores—the bigger names of course—and each of them decided in turn to bring all of their luchador friends. For fans, this meant that they would get to see a lot of luchadores. For the luchadores, it meant that there were all messily crammed into a tent that was meant to comfortably fit 15 people at best. This also marked my first time being a part of a 4-man tag team match, which took place in a ring that had been haphazardly and hastily thrown together. Imagine: extra-thick yoga mats layered above plywood and steel beams, all topped with a tarp that appeared to have borrowed from a utility tent. Oh, and that tarp is “secured” by twine.
Consequently I have a bruised shoulder, which isn’t too bad considering what could have happened. I would easily call it my worst match ever, and if nothing else, it was definitely a learning experience. [UPDATE: Video of this trainwreck can be found here]
- Jogging: 10 minutes
- Jogging plus multiple 30 yard sprints: 5 minutes
- Crab walks: 60 yards
- Duck walks: 60 yards
- Bear crawls: 60 yards
- Partner wheelbarrows walks: 30 yards
- Partner wheelbarrow pushups (for distance): 30 yards
- Line-leap frogs over crouched partners: 30 or so, depending upon class attendance
- Salto de tigre from the floor into the ring over the first rope, followed by a resorte from the ring apron to the floor: 5 times
- Salto de tigre from the floor into the ring over the second rope, followed by a maroma, then a resorte to the outside: 5 times
…and maybe a couple of other “warmup” exercises. In short: Pierrothito does not fuck around.
Despite being physically destroyed on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, my evening practices with Sepulcro are significantly more relaxed by comparison, and instead are quite technical in nature. Regardless, I am simultaneously getting my ass kicked and learning loads from my two maestros, both of whom are excellent teachers, even if one of them is trying to kill me…