It’s no secret that I grew up wanting to be a professional wrestler.
The lights. The chants of the crowd. The glory. The spandex. The baby oil.
Oh, the wonders of being a play-for-pay grappler.
The Mexican luchador, a practitioner of the ancient high-flying wrestling style of lucha libre (literally, the “free fight”), holds his mask as most sacred among all his possessions. It represents honor, purity, heritage, and strength – things that MDJ Superstar has long stood for in Philippine society.
Such is the level of reverence held for their masks, that literally the greatest shame for a luchador is to be unmasked in public. Such legends of the sport as El Hijo Del Santo, Dos Caras, Mil Mascaras, and Rey Misterio, Jr. have been known to shower in their masks, and even be buried in their masks.
Heck, I once even bought myself a plastic championship belt, just so I would know the feeling of walking into a room with a sparkling gold plate slung over my pulsing deltoids.
But I digress.
This latest present, sent to me all the way from the South American chapter of the International MDJ Superstar Fan Club of the World, takes the cake. It’s now my new favourite fashion accessory.
I have now arrived at my new alternative career: Mexican luchador.
Let the world beware, for El Grande Pututoy has now arrived.
Today, I put on a mask. I stop being a man. And start being a legend.











