Ok, here I go......
I would be the Anit-Luchadore. That's right. Not only would I be much more buff and built than any Luchadore ever (why do we never see a massive Mexican? I mean the shit is legal there...) Not only would I be the biggest of them all, I would take my Anti-Luchadore attitude even further by refusing to have long hair, tattoos or do those super fag spinning leg scissors move. The hurrancarrana of course would be in my arsenal, but not that fucked up little move where they grap their waists while running from the ropes, spin up and around, wrap their ankles around the opponents head and do some little monkey flip. leg/head scissors take down I think it is called.
As a matter of fact, I would eliminate all flashy/show off moves from my selection. My offense would consist of power based pain moves. Piledrivers, brainbusters, flying elbows, DDT's, powerslams, clotheslines, that move that looks like a reverse death valley driver. sort of like holding the opponent in the Torture Rack, but running and jumping to the side like the DVD. (some Jap uses this as a finishing move).
I would never EVER win a match with some crafty little move like the sunset flip, small package or roll up pin. I would insist on complete domination of each opponent that results in submission or unconsciousness.
As the Anti-Luchador, I would dress in only one color, not five or six and spit upon the ways and customs of all the Juvies, Mysterios, and Gurerros. I would slap and beat Silver King and El Dandy around the ring like some kind of pinata. I would completely degrade each Luchadore I was in the ring with. Tear off their masks and after laying a beating on them the likes they have never seen, I would take their green card and rip into a hundred pieces and fling it into the audience.
To further humiliate them, after the match, I would venture outside and upon finding their rental car, proceed to lift and heave an enormous, white wash concrete block with ALAMO written on it through their windshield.