A boy from Zeeland and wrestling

[Thunfish 72]

To Sunrise, the excitement present around him didn't make much sense. Luz had basically tugged onto his arm for most of the trip to the local arena, moving him forward towards the mass of fans who, themselves, happened to be very joyous for what was on the way. Sunrise was familiar with the idea of wrestling, though he assumed that was more something akin to a mix of a fighting tournament and an overly elaborate soap opera. He remembered people were very much keen towards it back in Mexico City, he was pretty sure one of his neighbors was a former wrestler herself but he knew better than to pry and ask. Besides, it's not like he cared, wrestling wasn't his cup of tea. He knew people cared for it and he wasn't gonna try to sour it for others but it wasn't interesting enough.

 

But, Luz insisted, this wrestling show was something special. It was the first time the almighty... Almighty International Wrestling Alliance, or AIWA for short, visited the city of Chicago. This meant that such superstars of the squared circle like the Sicilian Mauler and the Pirate of Maghreb were gonna be found in the Windy City for a whole weekend, where they'd be displaying feats of amazing skill and power. They got some good seats near the ring and soon found themselves in the middle of the gathering of fans, mostly male but Sunrise could see some ladies here and there, though it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was somewhat of a sausage fest. He actually made a point of dressing himself in some recognizable enough clothes - a starter of the Phoenix in a wrestling show should make for some promotion, he assumed - only to find nobody really recognized him there. Well, except for one person.

 

The first match scheduled was to be a bout of Mexican wrestlers - something Luz was very happy for - between the men that attended by the names of Hielado and Señor Flamenco. The two were apparently to be accompanied by a lady wrestler respectively. Flamenco had his own Flamencita, a little girl that clapped to his every move while Hielado was partnered by a lady merely called Duchesse Roja. And while the other three didn't seem to pay attention, the Duchesse Roja kept staring at the Dutchman every now and then. Once Sunrise made eye contact with her, she waved in a rather familiar way. Sunrise waved back, to which Luz seemed confused.

 

When asked about it, Sunrise denied knowledge of who she was but once the two decided to figure it out, the realization hit them. The ginger hair, the pale face covered by a red mask, the gimmick of a rich duchess. Sunrise barely could say it as the match started, it was his sister Mooncalf that just seemed to have gotten sidetracked from her job as an actress to be another piece on the wide tapestry of international professional wrestling.

 

Her wrestler won, which sure made the trip back home joyous but Sunrise failed to understand anything of it. He'd rather play hockey, thank you very much.