When I was a kid I wanted to be a wrestler too. My mom still laughs at me once in a while when she remembers. But then, just like that, I got over it.
But these guys didn't.
On the recent Wednesday night, behind the city's auditorium, where El Santo, El Perro Ahuayo and Tinieblas fought historic matches, 40 or so men were trying to get their wrestler license.
It was a grueling three-hour test that nobody passed.
These are some of the pictures of the guys, whose ages range from 17 to 34 or so. The guy in charge of signing off on the licenses told students to tell the teachers: “You guys are sending me sissies.”
Wrestling is not for sissies, as you can see in this video I did some time ago.
Wrestling hurts.