This quinceanera run marks the 15th outing of the Mexican- wrestling- hot- strippers- comedy- and- flying- midgets extravaganza since its birth at the start of Gulf War II (there’s a great Current Affair video on the home page) and I’m here to tell you: there’s not a lower-brow, higher-octane night of fun to be had for 30 bucks in L.A.
Did I say sold-out? Yep. But scalpers can be found hawking tickets for unknown prices at showtime on the sidewalks outside, so if you gotta get in, that’s your route. Either that, or risk tangling with hulking 275-pound walls of muscle wearing black “SECURIDAD” t-shirts …
The comedy highlight was the Crazy Chickens vs. the Coyotes match (tag-team madness featuring “Baby Chicken” and “Baby Coyote” in hot midget-on-midget wrestling action).
And the more “serious” luchadores brought a a stupendous super-estrellas match featuring some staggeringly body-bruising aerobatics by Cassandro, who arrived in a stunning wedding gown only to be pummeled mercilessly by three other wrestlers before he opening a 55-gallon drum of sequined whoop-ass and emerged the victor.
No, it’s not “real.” Your point?
The guy was grimacing every now and then – he was recovering from a broken finger and recently-busted ankle while delivering full-flip body-slams from 7 feet off the mat – yet he still managed to smile and vogue for the tequila-swilling mob and exit the ring on his own two feet. La lucha doesn’t get realer than that.
Anyway, here’s my little Flickr set – I actually didn’t shoot very many – I was having too much fun watching the show. Hence, no photos of the “buxoticas” – of whom the most sensational were probably the jigglicious Michelle L’Amour (ggrrrrAAAooww!!!) and the more traditionally tassel-twirling Lucy Fur.
If you can’t get in, put VaVoom on your calendar for Aug. 30th, when they’ll be celebrating 5 years of this insane noise. Should be a pretty big show.
(Personal note – when I was 6, my mom gave me a little money to buy my dad a birthday present at Woolworth’s. I bought him a Batman wallet – and that’s the term my wife and I use to describe any gift we’re really partly giving to ourseslves.
The Lucha tickets I bought last month for her birthday this week? Definitely a Batman wallet.)