EP1: WRESTLING
We parked the SUV 50 meters away from the front of Bierstadt Lagerhaus. Street parking. Graffiti tattooed the building in front of us, spanning our windshield and expanding forever outward immediately setting the tone for the rest of the night: we were in for some ruckus.
My dad would describe the walk to the front door as “chilly.” He was a poet. Right inside the doors we were met by two guys who barely passed for security, they checked our IDs to make sure we weren’t wanted. We weren’t.
Someone was shouting into a microphone and the muffled chants rang through the small corridor into the main area where the ring was set up. We could see splashes of light leaking onto the bar in front of us as music from a $90 PA system clipped sending distorted pandemonium through a sea of wiley spectators.
The excitement for what we were about to capture in our viewfinder bubbled like a shaken Pellegrino, and the pressure built egging us to pop the top already. We finally reached ground zero and were met with about 100 people all chanting “CHOP!” with the two hosts in the ring. “WOW,” we both thought in unison, this is huge. If we only knew…
We snuck through the opening in a shipping container leading us into the rest of the main room where another 400 people sat, stood, and screamed at the action happening in the 12’X12’ ring centered incide a cul de sac of the maniacs. For the rest of the night, we squirreled through the crowd capturing angles and action, both of us experiencing something new full of fun.
Enjoy our selects from the night below, starting with each of our favorite photos of the night.
SEAN’S PHOTO OF THE NIGHT
LARRY’S PHOTO OF THE NIGHT
