Bash Compactor: In Cinco
Mix two parts alcohol and one part half-naked Brooklynites writhing around in a wrestling ring and what you wind up with is one hell of a Cinco De Mayo celebration, which is what I found at the Cinco De Mayo Party last Wednesday at Monster Island Basement.
It was not, to say the least, your typical way to celebrate Mexicos military victory over France back in 1862, which has largely become an excuse for Americans to drink tequila and saunter around in sombreros. Translation: There wasnt a margarita in sight. The crowd was treated to a guacamole contest hosted by Junglaya, however, as well as Mariachi music, a Mexican hat dance and music by Borrowed Eyes, which all added to the Mexican motif. And what the night lacked in tequila, it more than made up for in entertainment, which is what event coordinator Rachel Nelson was going for in the first place.
Everybody has a Cinco De Mayo party with beer and margaritas, but we wanted to do something that was a little more exciting, said Nelson, sipping on a cold can of Presidente from a cooler behind the makeshift bar.
Nelson says she enlisted the help of a buxom blond wrestler by the name of Amazon Annie, a celebrity in the wrestling world, who was just back from showcasing her talents on a Japanese wrestling show, to turn the Williamsburg warehouse into a wresting ring where scantily-clad competitors manhandled each other to the enthusiastic coaxing of the crowd. But the novelty wore off quickly. After a half hour of watching women in bikinis beat the shit out of men in Mexican wrestling masks, the event became a little less Lucha Libre and a little more S&M. Not that the crowd was complaining. Luckily things turned around when the emcee took back the microphone from a particularly angry pixie, who was screaming for a rematch, to introduce Amazon Annie as the main event. I quickly realized Annie wasnt as innocent as her name implied.
Shes got arms of iron. Shes got legs of steel. Shes 6-foot-tall. Shes got sex appeal... Shes Amazon Annie! And without further ado, out came Annie, clad only in a leopard-print singlet and the distinctive look of blood lust on her face. She entered the ring to the enthusiasm of onlookers and adamant admires alike. I love you, Annie! screamed one guy wielding a sign that expressed the same sentiment.
Did you hear that? Annie asked. He loves me, she said almost sweetly before crippling any idea he had of an affectionate exchange. Doesnt mean Im not gonna kick his ass. Im not here for loving, Im here for fighting! And with that the Amazon threw down the microphone and gave the crowd what the were waiting for, when she began throwing an old man around the ring like a rag doll and dominating him in a way that made me think he enjoyed it. It was all over way too soon for the crowd, the old man and apparently Annie, because before shed even celebrated her first victory, she was in search for another victim (or rather willing participant). While I jotted down notes for a day down the road, in case I ever decided to become a Dominatrix myself, quite possibly the skinniest, and stupidest man Ive ever seen sidled up to the ring and answered Amazon Annies call for more carnage.
It didnt take him long after entering the ring to second guess his decision. And while I couldnt quite tell if his screams were ones of pain or pleasure, I decided not to stick around long enough to find out. I took his cries as my cue to exit.