This happens every Sunday night in Xalapa, to the pounding of Rock, techno and other energetic forms of music. It's a kind of martial arts ballet-acrobatic thing, intensely energetic and theatrical. It's a family affair, with mothers as enthusiastic about verbally abusing and killing the opponent they don't like as their little boys -- who are in heaven, wearing their own masks, of course, whether painted or pulled on. A little later, little girls joined in then antics in the ring before and between bouts. Lots of cerveza is sold and drunk.
By the way, the number of emporiums in Xalapa selling comix, old and new, and that particularly advertise the availability of superhero books, is very high.
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| el Luchador Vaquero |
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