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A Day in the Life

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Lucha ​

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So, being asked about a "day in the life," let’s just cover a 24-hour period from two weeks ago. I was performing as both a wrestler and a comic in the same day…ish—give or take the time difference.

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I had to get from Bremen, Germany (after performing for DWA—a crazy German promotion), via Amsterdam, and then fly back to Scotland to get to Blackfriars by 11 p.m. for the Glasgow Comedy Festival Roast Battle event.

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Just after midnight, I’d finished main-eventing the Sold out show in Germany and was drinking at the bar with the other wrestlers from across teurope and the USA until about 2 a.m. Then I crashed at the hotel.

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Next morning: wake up, check out, head to Bremen Airport—where I dined on Germany’s famously extensive sausage-or-sausage selection. I killed time trying to find Wi-Fi to watch the football before flying to Amsterdam. There, I had just 43 minutes to catch my connecting flight to Edinburgh—sprinting through the airport, dragging my case, silently praying that security wouldn’t open it and reveal my clatty, sweaty wrestling gear.

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On the flight, I got slept on by a guy I "accidentally" shouldered in the temple at least nine times. The plus side? I had my roast material prepped on my tablet screen. To the casual observer, my 20-odd jokes about my pal and fellow Indian comic Hitesh may or may not have looked like I was writing a Reform UK manifesto.

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I landed in Edinburgh just after 9 p.m., giving me under two hours to get to Blackfriars for call time. I made it just in time—feeling like a burst couch—as I skimmed through my material. Then I performed, just before the clock struck midnight again.

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So, in one day: three countries, two performances, and one severely smelly carry-on bag.

I went from performing in front of a crowd of rowdy drunk Germans—who I had in the palm of my hand (wrestling crowd work comes easy when you're the good guy in the mask)—to a rowdy drunk Glasgow woman in Glasgow screaming at me for making fun of my roast opponent’s mum.

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Comedy crowds vary wildly, apart from being drunk obviously—and being the masked guy roasting an Indian comic by essentially telling a, sold-out crowd that I hope he gets deported by the Home Office is... yeah, very different from how I am in real life.

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But going from hero to villain is always fun. I don’t mind being the heel. When the event calls for it, the transition form wrestling to comedy has been fun and I look forward to more crossover events where I go from punching someone in the face to comedy, 

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To see where I am doing wrestling or comedy jump onto LuchaDS.com 

 

My next international date is May 1st where I have a roast battle event in Barcelona. 

 

Luch