My Lucha Libre Life

There were many delusions that I faced as a little kid. For example, I used to think  that Inspector Gadget was the best cartoon ever, that my kindergarten teacher was hot (she totally wasn't) and that the "D" in the Disney logo was a "G,"

I still think this, I hate you Walt Gisney

but I think the greatest of my delusions was the notion that I was related to the luchador el Huracan Ramirez. Maybe it was the Mexican last name attached to his ring name or maybe it was the fact that I really liked his mask, but for some reason as a little kid I genuinely believed that I was related to el Huracan Ramirez.

I didn't know much about el Huracan Ramirez, other than the fact that he wrestled elephants, but at school I would tell everyone he was my uncle. Maybe this would have made sense if my last name was Ramirez, but this small problem didn't bother me.

Image by roberto camargo27

In fact, I remember thinking that one day my "uncle" would come to pick me at my doorstep and ask me to join him as his kid luchador side-kick, and while this day never came as I learned more about this great luchador I began to realize that perhaps the connection between he and I was one more significant than those created by lineage.


Unlike El Santo, Blue Demon, and Mil Mascaras, el Huracan Ramirez, did not start out as a real luchador, instead he was a character created for a 1952 movie, but the character was so popular that he continued to appear in theaters and eventually made his way to the real rings.

The film in a way captures the essence of what I am trying to do with my own personal project. A young man decides to become a luchador against his father wishes... sound familiar? Eventually the young man and his father come to terms and there is a happy ending (we'll see if I can replicate this).

Of all the things that were cool about el Huracan Ramirez, I have to admit that my favorite is signature move, la Huracanrana. A move I can only describe as awesome on wheels, (yeah I know that doesn't make sense, at least not until you watch the move in motion).

 

So maybe, el Huracan Ramirez and I aren't family, but who cares and best yet who knows? I do come from a long lineage of libidinous bastards.

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