I remembered what some people said back home.
“Seriously, Lisandro? There’s not even a fed in this country.”
“You’re seriously thinking about going all the way to Mexico and then America to train? You’re crazy!”
“What kind of a name is Lord Relampago anyway? That’s some weird Spanglish there!”
They all questioned my dreams, but I had to press on.
However, going to a Lucha Libre school up north in Mexico wasn’t the only kind of training I dealt with.
Let’s say I did both scripted and real fighting.