It’s a Sunday afternoon and people gather around an amateur lucha libre ring, setting up lawn chairs as masked fighters get ready to wrestle in North Texas’ sweltering heat.
Ranchera music plays through loudspeakers while vendors call out to passing shoppers. Roosters crow from nearby pens and the smell of grilled meat lingers in the air as people move towards the ring.
The timekeeper rings the bell three times, signaling that the match has begun, and punches get thrown. The wrestlers grab each other and slam each other to the floor…