This guy was my absolute favourite, in his chinos and v necked navy pullover and sensible shoes. AND WRESTLING MASK. I took lots of pictures of him. In fact, I think I had to be forcibly restrained from taking more.
I forgot my purse (it wasn't my most brilliant day organisationally - got the venue wrong, parked somewhere insane and had an Incident with a birthday cake that must never EVER be spoken of) so couldn't get my own mask. Devastating. I might have to make one. But we did make like the rest of Brussels's Lucha Libre fans and stage a pretend fight in front of the ring.
Oh, you want to see ACTUAL Mexican Wrestling? That was awesome too. I feel well qualified to say it was almost certainly the most exciting thing to happen in Belgium all year.
I got almost misty-eyed at the end when the wrestlers were waving tiny paper Belgian flags and shouting "Viva Bruxellas".
Gracias Belgica! Viva Bruxellas!