Seeming as most people in Japan are of small stature, you can’t miss a two metre tall man, weighing about 200kg walking pass you on a pavement. So after passing a few of these giants, my friend and I knew we were getting close to my destination, Osaka’s Prefectural Gymnasium for Osaka’s 2013 Sumo Tournament.
As well as their heavy build, a sumo wrestler is given away by his long hair tied up in a top knot, oiled and pinned down. Outside of the gymnasium, when they are picking up a snack or something from a combini, the wrestlers wear a yukata and Japanese flip-flops, keeping their money and mobile phone tucked in their sleeves. Once they are inside the gymnasium and are getting ready to fight, the dressing-gown comes off to reveal a body shaped like no other athlete. With bellies rippling with fat, bum cheeks the size of award-winning pumpkins and thighs like tree trunks, the men are not your average body-builder shape. I imagine getting a hug from a sumo wrestler is as close as you’d come to a real ‘bear hug’.
As my friend and I made our way to our seats, we watched a sumo wrestlers warm-up away from the crowds. The floor vibrated beneath us as he raised one his leg high, only to thump it down again as to threaten his opponent. I had to dodge one wrestler as he came down the corridor towards me and at half his height, and a quarter of his weight, I was dwarfed by him. I can’t even imagine the adrenalin rushing through the wrestlers bodies as they eye each other up at a beginning of a fight.
From our seats, which cost about £30 and were furthest from the ring, the wrestlers looked in proportion to their surroundings. The action takes place in a raised ring, one metre off the ground, meaning that if a wrestler is thrown out of the ring, he often falls down and lands on some official looking person’s lap. So I was glad I wasn’t in the front row!
It’s possible to see the whole variety of sumo wrestlers when they parade into the ring, stand in a circle and throw their arms in the air to start the tournament. During the ceremony, the men wear ceremonial colourful sashes which match their thong-like attire. Once all have been introduced, the men in unison lift their hands high to symbolise respect for the rules and fair play. Then, the fights begin.
First, the lesser-known wrestlers, then the famous top wrestlers in Japan take to the ring. By the time the best wrestlers were fighting, the gymnasium had filled up and the crowd were enjoying the spectacle and shouting “Gambare yo” (go for it!) A man in front of us who was happily drinking ‘One cup sake’ and munching on some disgustingly smelly dried squid. He excitedly told us that there were no weight categories in sumo, so a 200kg man can be matched against a 100kg man. Yet weight, we found isn’t everything and the most exciting matches were when two different sized men were matched together. Agility, speed and quick-feet usually won over strength and sheer force.
Nearly all sumo wrestlers are fabulously obese, but one man looked very different. He was from Estonia and had well-defined muscles and zero-fat, the ‘David’ of the tournament. We waited with anticipation for his match, and when we saw he was against one of the heavier Japanese wrestlers, we didn’t rate his chances. Yet as soon as the fight began it was clear that he was playing a different game, moving quicker than his giant-bellied opponent ever could. With quick pushes and then a pull to the side, he made the ‘Goliath’ off-balanced enough to step outside the ring. Foreigners and Japanese fans alike cheered for him, the underdog of the tournament who had defeated someone twice his size!
The afternoon breezed by and soon it was time for the final match. Just like western wrestlers in UFC or WWF competitions try to psyche each other out with threats and arrogant remarks at the weigh-in, sumo wrestlers play mind games too, but through completely different means. The two men are allowed four minutes to prepare for the fight and this is often the most exciting part of the sport. The men enter the ring, squat low and do a hand signal that again symbolises fair play to the referee. Outside the ring they rinse their mouths with water and roughly rub their face and bodies with the flannel. Next they grab a handful of salt, meant to purify the ground, and throw it across the ring. They then commence in slapping their thighs, bums and even faces as they prepare to battle with their opponent. This is all leading up to ‘toeing the mark’ where they face each other and squat down, with their fist on the ground before slamming into each other. Just before they sat, one of them will turn away and start the whole commotion again, gearing the crowds up with their mind games and warm-ups. A match often lasts only twenty seconds, stopped when a man steps out of the ring, or puts any other body part but their foot on the floor. After this, the champion does not put their fist in the air, or any such behaviour seen in western wrestling, but squats down to receive the judge’s indication of his win, with ceremonial humility.
After the last match, the final winner of that day’s tournament is given a two metre long sword to perform a ceremonial dance with. He swirls it round, twirling it above his head and behind him. He then is given the job of finishing the tournament by raising each leg in turn and slamming it to the ground as the crowds shout “Yasho”. He will have to defend his title the next day, as the tournament comes to a finale on the 14th day.
Sumo wrestling is definitely something I can recommend as a spectator sport, I’ll be going back next year!