A Bad Day for Técnicos

Pro Wrestling Revolution held an event in San Francisco on February 22nd.  One theme running throughout the night was the dominance of the wrestlers from North of the border over the masked good guys, or técnicos, from South of the border.  You can see more photos from the event at the PWR Flickr page.

El Mariachi is a classic masked Luchador, wearing a full bodysuit like a superhero and a gorgeous mask.  Imagine the outrage and frustration of the primarily Hispanic audience as this buff stud — Derek Sanders — struts around the ring stalking him and kicking him in the head.

Usually the hero is from the host nation and the villain is a foreigner, but an interesting twist on this event is that the Good Guys are the away team while the bad-ass Heels are working in their home country.  But most of the audience, I’m sure, have more love for the luchadores over the home grown Border Patrol.

The Border Patrol has been featured several other times on this Blog (I hope you’re not getting sick of them, but I fuckin love their looks and their gimmick.)

Usually the Border Patrol are invading South of the border and find themselves defeated on Mexican soil.  On his home turf, however, Derek Sanders proves to be unbeatable — at least by the out-matched El Mariachi.

Next the other members of the Border Patrol show they too can’t be beaten on U.S. soil by taking to the ring and giving El Ponderoso a painful beat down.

The spectacular physiques of Oliver John and Bryan Cage represent the power and might of America, crushing and torturing anyone who refuses to submit.

The message being sent to the primarily immigrant crowd is that the police and government are all powerful within U.S. borders.  Any attempt to stand up for yourself, to wear a mask like a dissident, or to otherwise resist the rule of the dominant society in the Good Old U.S. of A. will just get you kicked and beaten into submission.

America!  FUCK yeah!!

I must have a sadistic streak or something, because I just love it when the audience is forced to watch angrily as their heroes are beaten down and destroyed. I picture the wrestlers getting together before the show and laughing while they discuss how they will stir up the crowd by never letting the Good Guys have the upper hand.

I love it when the Japanese people must watch Inoki take a beating; I love it when an Arabian bastard works over the boy-next-door in front of a roomful of rednecks; and I love it when heroic Mexican luchadores are beaten down by some cocky, show-off Gringos.  Jesus, I think I need counseling.

The Main Event featured Timothy Thatcher against the legendary Blue Demon.  I think Thatcher is actually British not American, but a Gringo is a Gringo and I’m sure the audience is praying for Blue Demon to redeem their pride by destroying this white bastard in the final bout.

But even the great Blue Demon is shown to be powerless on American soil.  Thatcher (who has been working out by the way, DAMN!) gains the upper hand and proceeds to punish the popular Luchador.  He focuses on the left arm, stomping it like he hopes to break it and dropping all of his body weight on it.  There is no mercy for the Mexicans tonight!

Even Blue Demon is humbled and defeated by his white oppoent, a big middle finger in the face of the Mexican fans who paid to attend this travesty of justice.  To prevent the frustrated fans from rioting or flipping over cars or something on their way home, Blue Demon sneaks back into the ring and puts Thatcher in a chinlock for about an ounce of retribution.  This sneak attack offers little consolation after witnessing an entire night of losses and humiliation for the Mexican wrestlers!