Real Deal Pro Wrestling at El Gran Mercado
Hatchet Jack tries to get out of a choke hold.
Photos by Niki D'Andrea
Even if you're not a fan of pro wrestling (and I was, especially in the 1980s Hulk Hogan era), there was enough peripheral entertainment for anyone. Going to a live pro wrestling event -- especially if it's a grassroots, local promotion -- is a cultural experience. In three and a half hours inside the modest concrete arena, I watched men in tights crack each other over the heads with metal folding chairs, drowned in a Marlboro cloud next to a chain-smoking elderly lady, ate some delicious ham, and stepped in the dog poop left by one fan's incessantly yippy chihuahua.
Nothing says "wrestling" like a folding chair to the head.
A strange submission hold
Outrage takes a bloody beating at the hands of Shot Saxon.
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