Seven years ago, with the morning air unusually thick, Último Guerrero ran another of his training sessions for aspiring wrestlers. As sweat dripped from the faces of the aspiring luchadores, it was impossible to determine who would become a star. But it was undeniable who refused to quit.
Drill after drill, session after session, one determined young man refused to accept any other fate than his destiny. For Microman, only one option existed: He was going to be a pro wrestler.
“I always wanted to wrestle,” says Microman, speaking through a translator. “I know I needed to train and push myself, and I still do. This is my dream.”
