Exhaustion and Dehydration
It was a scene straight out of Dante's Inferno: Big men in strange masks and costumes shouting insults at one another, slamming each other to the ground, and fighting to the bitter end, occasionally interrupted by exotic women in fancy-dress, stripping down to almost nothing, teasing all who watched.
And that was just in the parking lot at Hill and Olympic; unfortunately, I had to quit watching if I wanted to get a good seat at Lucha VaVoom!
Sorry.
(On a side note, I think something's happened to me since I moved to Blogger.com; I used to cuss a lot in my posts, and would frequently resort to biting sarcasm to make a point. There was never any of this Henny Youngman bullshit. Oh, hey...!)
Yeah, so as I pointed out in the previous post, last Thursday was the second night of the Halloween edition of Lucha VaVoom, and I was on hand as usual to witness the mayhem.
[Edit: I must point out, as usual, that Lucha Va Voom is a show that is co-produced by and co-stars my sister, Rita.]
Present on the card were Technicos (good guys) like the lavender-but-lethal Cassandro, Los Gallineros (my favorite male wrestlers), the agile Human Tornado (as deadly on the dancefloor as he is in the ring), and crowd favorite Tsuki. Among the Rudos (bad guys) were Blue Panther (who seemed like a good guy this time), the extra-evil Dr. Wagner Jr., and making his L.A. debut... El Chupacabra!
Los Gallineros: THESE chickens are gonna tenderize YOU.
The bouts were excellent, and many a ringside patron were rendered collateral damage. True to his name, the Human Tornado once again flew out of the ring towards an opponent at near-supersonic speed; I honestly don't know how he does it.
As for those majestic maids, those dazzling domestics, those high-flying something-that-begins-with-H-and-has-to-do-with-women-who-clean, the Poubelle Twins...well, they were stuck baby-sitting the theater owner's spoiled daughter. And they were not having a good time of it, as the curly-haired brat caused trouble every step of the way. Eventually, it came to blows (which seems to happen a lot at this show), and the little tyke turned out to be surprisingly adept at martial arts. Fortunately, there just happened to be a wrestling ring nearby, and the Poubelles used their prowess to subdue the little girl into the ultimate finishing move: A forced apology to the crowd.
As for the burlesque part of the show, well, it may have been the best assemblage of top-heavy talent in Lucha VaVoom history. First off was a special Halloween act featuring Kitten DeVille and Ming Dynatease as Siamese twins, who undergo spontaneous separation sugery at the hands of a brawny swordsman. But it all turned out for the best, as the girls proved that two bodies are better than a mass of conjoined tissue. Later, we were treated to a stellar set by a girl with a stellar set, Summer Peaches. Also on hand were perennial favorites Ursulina and Erochica Bamboo.
And then there were the Wau-Wau Sisters. Holy crap.
In a (divinely?) inspired routine set entirely to Night Ranger's classic 80's tune "Sister Christian", the Wow-Wow Sisters -- a blonde and a brunette -- portrayed a pair of Catholic school girls who discover that the most important thing in life is faith. And the second most important thing is having red-hot sex with each other. Seriously, the Wau-Wau Sisters took the most hackneyed erotic stereotype imaginable -- the girl in the Catholic school uniform -- and created something that was entirely their own, and which became a truly erotic experience for the entire crowd (and all with no actual nudity). Indeed, Mrs Arhythmius expressed a desire to be placed between the Sisters during some of their more...athletic maneuvers. Oh, and it helped that the routine was genuinely hilarious...at least if you find the sexual objectification of Christian iconography, and Jesus, funny -- which I do.
And finally, after the show was over, another defining moment of my existence occurred. Yes, as I teased in the previous post, I finally realized a dream: I met the Poubelle Twins. In person.
I've been sworn to secrecy on the particulars of the meeting, but the photo below should tell you all you need to know. The five-foot-eight Cheshire cat in the middle is me.
Bibi (left) and Fifi Poubelle have Your Host surrounded.
Merci, Poubelles! You have made a happy man simple! Or something...
As usual for me the day after Lucha VaVoom, I awoke Friday morning bone-tired, and with a splitting headache. Unlike the celebrity affliction, I was suffering from genuine exhaustion and dehydration, brought about by not eating lunch (as usual) and skipping dinner (not usual) to stand in line for a few hours, and then see the show for a few more hours. *Sigh*, You know...if I'm gonna get the fucking hangover anyway, I might as well take up drinking; at least then I'll enjoy some of the benefits first.
But isn't that what Lucha VaVoom is all about? You can't get pleasure without a little pain to go along.
And that was just in the parking lot at Hill and Olympic; unfortunately, I had to quit watching if I wanted to get a good seat at Lucha VaVoom!
Sorry.
(On a side note, I think something's happened to me since I moved to Blogger.com; I used to cuss a lot in my posts, and would frequently resort to biting sarcasm to make a point. There was never any of this Henny Youngman bullshit. Oh, hey...!)
Yeah, so as I pointed out in the previous post, last Thursday was the second night of the Halloween edition of Lucha VaVoom, and I was on hand as usual to witness the mayhem.
[Edit: I must point out, as usual, that Lucha Va Voom is a show that is co-produced by and co-stars my sister, Rita.]
Present on the card were Technicos (good guys) like the lavender-but-lethal Cassandro, Los Gallineros (my favorite male wrestlers), the agile Human Tornado (as deadly on the dancefloor as he is in the ring), and crowd favorite Tsuki. Among the Rudos (bad guys) were Blue Panther (who seemed like a good guy this time), the extra-evil Dr. Wagner Jr., and making his L.A. debut... El Chupacabra!
Los Gallineros: THESE chickens are gonna tenderize YOU.
The bouts were excellent, and many a ringside patron were rendered collateral damage. True to his name, the Human Tornado once again flew out of the ring towards an opponent at near-supersonic speed; I honestly don't know how he does it.
As for those majestic maids, those dazzling domestics, those high-flying something-that-begins-with-H-and-has-to-do-with-women-who-clean, the Poubelle Twins...well, they were stuck baby-sitting the theater owner's spoiled daughter. And they were not having a good time of it, as the curly-haired brat caused trouble every step of the way. Eventually, it came to blows (which seems to happen a lot at this show), and the little tyke turned out to be surprisingly adept at martial arts. Fortunately, there just happened to be a wrestling ring nearby, and the Poubelles used their prowess to subdue the little girl into the ultimate finishing move: A forced apology to the crowd.
As for the burlesque part of the show, well, it may have been the best assemblage of top-heavy talent in Lucha VaVoom history. First off was a special Halloween act featuring Kitten DeVille and Ming Dynatease as Siamese twins, who undergo spontaneous separation sugery at the hands of a brawny swordsman. But it all turned out for the best, as the girls proved that two bodies are better than a mass of conjoined tissue. Later, we were treated to a stellar set by a girl with a stellar set, Summer Peaches. Also on hand were perennial favorites Ursulina and Erochica Bamboo.
And then there were the Wau-Wau Sisters. Holy crap.
In a (divinely?) inspired routine set entirely to Night Ranger's classic 80's tune "Sister Christian", the Wow-Wow Sisters -- a blonde and a brunette -- portrayed a pair of Catholic school girls who discover that the most important thing in life is faith. And the second most important thing is having red-hot sex with each other. Seriously, the Wau-Wau Sisters took the most hackneyed erotic stereotype imaginable -- the girl in the Catholic school uniform -- and created something that was entirely their own, and which became a truly erotic experience for the entire crowd (and all with no actual nudity). Indeed, Mrs Arhythmius expressed a desire to be placed between the Sisters during some of their more...athletic maneuvers. Oh, and it helped that the routine was genuinely hilarious...at least if you find the sexual objectification of Christian iconography, and Jesus, funny -- which I do.
And finally, after the show was over, another defining moment of my existence occurred. Yes, as I teased in the previous post, I finally realized a dream: I met the Poubelle Twins. In person.
I've been sworn to secrecy on the particulars of the meeting, but the photo below should tell you all you need to know. The five-foot-eight Cheshire cat in the middle is me.
Bibi (left) and Fifi Poubelle have Your Host surrounded.
Merci, Poubelles! You have made a happy man simple! Or something...
As usual for me the day after Lucha VaVoom, I awoke Friday morning bone-tired, and with a splitting headache. Unlike the celebrity affliction, I was suffering from genuine exhaustion and dehydration, brought about by not eating lunch (as usual) and skipping dinner (not usual) to stand in line for a few hours, and then see the show for a few more hours. *Sigh*, You know...if I'm gonna get the fucking hangover anyway, I might as well take up drinking; at least then I'll enjoy some of the benefits first.
But isn't that what Lucha VaVoom is all about? You can't get pleasure without a little pain to go along.
posted by Arhythmius at
9:44 PM
2 Comments:
That is so hot.
Love, Paris
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Anonymous, at 5:35 PM
I love your bloggg. I saw Lucha last night. But i was wondering if you know the title of the song that Los Gallineros enter the ring to? I gott afind that.
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