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National Geographic Magazine / September 2008
In the wrestling rings of Bolivia, skirts fly as Cholitas Fight Back!
At the largest public gymnasium in El Alto, Bolivia, daylight is fading from the windows, and hundreds of people along the bleachers are growing impatient. They have been sitting for more than two hours now, jeering and whistling and yelling encouragement at the succession of artistas who have faced off in the center of the gym to match wits and perform dazzling feats of strength and skill. But it is growing late, and over the may be out to erupt, but at least the houselights flash and dim, and the music shifts to the chunka-chunka of a modern Bolivia Huayño. An announcer emotes into the microphone, the curtains leading to the locker rooms part, and “Amorous Yolanda” and “Evil Claudina”, this evening’s stars make their longed-for appearance to ecstatic applause.
Like many of the women of Aymara descent in the audience. Yolanda and Claudina.? highlands are dressed to the nines in the traditional fashion of the Andean highlands: shiny skirts over layers of petticoats, embroidered shawls pinned with filigreed jewerly, bowler hats.
Their costumes glisten in the spotlights while they make a regal progress around the bleachers, greeting their public with the genteel smiles of princesses, twirling and waving gracefully until the music stops. That’s the sign for the two women to swing themselves deftly onto the wrestling ring that has been the focus on this afternoon’s activity. Swiftly they remove their hats, unpin their shawls, and …whap, whap, whap! Claudina belts Yolanda one, Yolanda slaps Claudina, Claudina tries to escape but Yolanda grabs Claudina by their pigtails and spins her around, and WHAM! Claudina whirls through the air, petticoats and braids flying, and lands flat on her back on the mat, gasping like a fish.
The audience goes nuts.
Welcome to the delirious worldof Bolivian wrestling . In the cold, treeless, comfortless city of El Alto (“high point”), 13,000 feet above sea level, there are one million people, most of whom fled here over the past three decades to escape the countryside ‘s pervasive misery. The lucky one find steady jobs down in the capital city of La Paz, which El Alto overlooks. Many sell clothes, onions, pirated DVD’s , Barbie dolls, car parts, small desiccated mammals for magic rituals. The poorest alteños employ themselves as beasts of burden. Al of them battle hopeless traffic, a constant scarcity of fuel and water, the dull fatigue of numbing labor, the odds that are stacked against them.
When they’re done working, they need to play and when they want to play, one never knows what they will come up with. Lately they’ve come up with the extraordinary spectacle of the Cholitas luchadoras –fighting cholitas-which has given new life to Bolivians’ own version of Mexican lucha libre, a free-form spectacle somewhere between a passion play, a wrestling match, and bedlam .
“Watch out” the entire audience Yolanda has been celebrating her victory, but Claudina, as proof of her evil nature, is about to lunge at her from behind. Yolanda spins too late; Claudina knocks her flat and clambers like a crazy person onto the ropes. “I’m the prettiest!” she yells at the audience .
"You're all ugly ! I'm your daddy! I’m the one the gringos have come to see! Indeed three rows of ringside seats are filled with foreigners, all pop eyed, but they're actually irrelevant. It's their fellow Bolivians the cholitas are performing for.
Claudina, who os officially a "ruda", or baddie, has taken a swing of soda pop and spraying the public with it at the precise moment that Yolanda, a técnica, ot goodie, pounces on her and drags her up to the bleachers, sending the spectators there scattering in blissful, screaming alarm. Yolanda wins! No, Claudina wins! No Yolanda! But wait! The audience screams in warning again because a new menance has silently made his entrance: "Black Abyss"- or maybe the Skeleton, or maybe Yolanda, on the head with it! Even Claudina seems to have lost track of whos’s who: She’s taking a flying leap at her own ally , the loathsome “Picudo”.”He is destroyed forever!” the announcer yells frenetically. Or almost forever. In lucha, no defeat is ever final.
"What I want to make absolutely clear", Says Juana Mamani, who fights as rudo under the lucha name of "Gitano" and who runs the show, "is that it was me who came up with the idea of the cholitas" Mamani is a tall angular man whom it would be kind to call unfriendly. He cuts phone conversations short by hanging up, does not show up for appointments he has been cornered into making, and tries to charge for interviews . His cholitas are terrified of him.”Don’t tell him you called me; don`t tell him you have my phone number!” one of them begged .
I hunted him down to the Alto gym, and after an unpromising start - he kept trying to duck past me- I said the magic words "Mexico" and Blue Demon". Tha face of Juan Mamani, the ogre, was suddenly wrinkled in smiles. "My greatest passion is lucha libre" , he said “And for us, Mexico is the example . Blue Demonis for me “lo mas grandioso.”
Mamani’s wrestlers all hold daytime jobs, and he makes a living from a small electrical repair shop. But he has invested a good part of his life’s earnings in a huge wrestling ring at home, where his group trains. He pays his wrestlers between $20 and 30$ a match and probably doesn't clear vastly greater amounts himself. Here in Bolivia is impossible to make a living from this great passion if mine", Mamani said. His dream was to create a Bolivians school of wrestling heroes to equal teh feats of the great Mexican lucha legends; their daring leaps and backflips, their unique costumes and regal bearing . Had I seen Blue Demon fight? He shook my hand as I left.
About seven years ago, when he was fretting about the diminishing audience for the weekly lucha libre spectacle at the El Alto gym Mamani had the inspired idea to teach women to wrestle and put them in the ring in cholita clothes. “Martha la Alteña” , an outgoing luchadora, not remarkably muscular but very strong, was about the 60 or so young women who answered Mamani’s open audition call. Like several of the eight or so who ended up staying , she comes from a wrestling background “My father was one of the original Mummies,” she said proudly , referring to one of the best loved , or most dreaded, of Bolivian lucha’s creatures.
Amorous Yolanada was also inspired by her luchador father and even though her parents separated on unfriendly terms when she was an infant , she used to sneak into El Coliseo in downtown La Paz-long since gone-to watch him perform.”But a lot of times men don´t believe in woman”, she told me. “Once I heard my father my father say that he wished he’d had a son instead of me , so he could follow in his footsteps as a luchador”. When she heard about Mamani’s casting call, Yolanda, then still called Verlauz Cortés , raced to ausition, leading to a temporary rift with her father. Whether her lucha stardom also contributed to the breakup of her marriage is not clear.
Outside the ring , Martha la Alteña generally wears what is called the señorita style of dress –blue jeans and sweaters-and part of the glamour of the cholitas costume is provided by turquoise-blue contact lenses. Yolanda, on the other hand, who is thin and very intense, wears a bowler hat and petticoats and complain that wrestling does not bring any money into the household. But I need to improve every day. Not for myself, for Velauz, but for the triumph of Yolanda, and artist who owes herself to her public.”
Esperanza Cancina, 48, who sells used clothing for a living, has installed her large family and her ample self, in all her petticoats and skirts, in the choice ringside spot behind the announcer’s chair at a safe angle from the popcorn and chicken bones and empty plastic bottles the audience likes it pelt the rudos with. Ringside seats cost about $1.50 each, which is hardly cheap, Señora Cancina comes faithfully to the show every other Sunday . “It’s a distraction”, she explains. “The cholitas fight here, and we laugh and forget our troubles for three or four hours. At home, we’se sad.”
Around us, the youngest members of the audience, including her grandchildren, are skittering around the edges of the ring in an adrenaline frenzy , trying out lucha leaps and amiable and cooperative. She had 12 children , she says, but after a pause adds that six died.
How? Her face takes on a distressing blankness. “Scarlet fever, diarrhea, those things…” she murmurs, and has to repeat the answer over the noise . Would she have wanted to be a luchadora too? Definiteky, she says, “Our husbandsmake fools of us , but if we were wrestlers we express our fury.”
Over on the long side of the bleachers, in the prime chicken –bone-throwing area, Rubén Copa , a shoemaker from La Paz with an easy , friendly smile, is waiting impatiently for the afternoon’s final match –one in which the “Mummy Ramses II” will take on cholitas yet to be announced . “ Bolivian wrestlers aren’t half bad , you know” , he says with a touch of pride. Not even the women? He huffs and waves his hands in protest . “There’s none of that anymore! Every kind of work is for everyone mow.” I want to know if it’s true that men come to the lucha libre just to see the cholita’s ( very modest) underpants . For a moment he looks offended , but then he smiles again. “Not to all!” he says. “I come to see them wrestle! You’ll see for yourself how good they are.”
And indeed a few minutes later Mummy Ramses II is staggering around invincibly in a red-stained jumpsuit and a fright wig, dragging one cholita behind him while another one looks for something to set him on fire with, and the kids are screaming in delicious terror, and Señora Cancina is yelling things at the Mummy that cannot be printed in this magazine, grinning broadly as she does so.
The Mummy that cannot be printed in this magazine , grinning broadly as she does so.
The Mummy is slamming his victim against the wall, and it looks tough for the cholitas, as the announcer warns us, in this definitivo y final combate- it looks very, very tough.
But something tells me that you can’t keep a cholita down.