(Props to Yahoo’s Maggie Hendricks and the Dog’s Jordan Breen for the public Twitter convo that turned us on to the unadulterated awesomeness of Senegalese wrestling. Vid: YouTube/mbourencouleurs)
This just in from the CagePotato Fashion Desk: What’s the hottest trend for fall? Foreign people wrestling on exotic, faraway shores. Don’t believe us? Behold the above video, where two dudes in their underwear wrestle in the grass in a packed soccer stadium somewhere in Senegal. Do we have any idea what’s going on here? No. Do we know who these guys are or understand the rules? No. Does any of that matter? Absolutely not. When the guy allegedly named Papa Sow jacks up the guy named Paul Maurice with an insane Randleman-on-Fedor-style slam, that’s a language everyone understands. Or maybe it’s Maurice who does the slamming, who cares?
When Papa Sow –– or Maurice — responds to the victory by sprinting across the turf into the arms of his crew while the crowd absolutely loses its fucking mind? That’s pretty awesome too. Honestly though, those guys need some T-shirts with their area code printed on them if they want to be taken seriously as a fighter’s entourage. Be sure to stick around to the 1:40 mark for the slow-mo, back-and-forth replays of the takedown while the announce team breaks it all down. We assume whichever one is the Senegalese Joe Rogan is probably saying the guy in the black trunks should’ve used more leg kicks.
After the jump, a trailer for a (we think) legit documentary about what happens when a bunch of Bolivian peasant women stop being polite … and start a professional wrestling federation.