Obviously this is much less a genuine competition of wrestling skill than an exhibition. People root for their favorite 'characters' and there are clearly defined good guys and bad guys.
Far more spirited than the lucha libre was the lucha de clases. We in the 'rich section' were treated to a constant battle of taunts and insults to and from those in the 'cheap seats' (though, of course, the difference in price could not have been more than $1 or $2 American). The mildest was probably "Pobres, pobres! Tu madre es mi criada (Hey, poor people! Your mother is my maid)!" The irony, of course is that none of Mexico's genuine burguesia would be caught dead at a lucha libre fight. The antagonisms seemed to be entirely posturing.
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