I am seated on the curb interviewing the masked luchador, Jabali Jr. Rodriguez. His mask is black with white flourished outlines around the eyes and black spiked mohawk, and longer strips of black and white at the back of the head.  I am wearing sunglasses, a big smile, a bright Southwest print dress, my earphones, as I tilt the fur-covered shotgun microphone towards Jabali.  Our background is the wavy steel of  a sky-blue shipping crate. 

In the background, two intertwined wrestlers in a match.  Wrestler facing audience has leg wrapped around wrestler with back to audience- arm is grabbing competitor's leg.  

Foreground: audience up against the rails of the ring: A tall man, myself in my technicolor dress, a young boy to my right and a young girl.

 

Wrestler El Padrino, with his facepaint washed off, is sitting on a picnic bench with myself.  His long hair is pulled back, and his left arm is wrapped in an arm band.  I am sitting angled towards him wearing my earphones; my shotgun is pointing towards him.  My right hand is folded under my chin.

I'm at the picnic table with King Jeter.  King Jeter is a large wrestler, wearing sunglasses, and relaxing backwards.  I am  wearing my technicolor dress, earphones, and pointing my shotgun microphone towards him. 

A view from above looking down at the crowd gathered around the wrestling ring and ongoing match.  

Jabali is wearing his Lucha Mask- black with white swirls and black spikes forming a mohawk.  My arms are down, chest thrust forward, as his arms are out ready to take me down! 

Lawrence and I in front of a poster advertising the lucha festival.  He is leaning to the right, as if knocked off his feet, and his hat is falling off his head.  I'm lunging in from the right frame (in my technicolour dress) with my fists up as if i just him in the jaw.