In the ring, she's Marianne — fierce, disciplined, unstoppable. In the mornings, she's an engineering student. At night, she trains to become a professional wrestler. Meet a young woman from Mexico City who is learning that the real fight isn't in the ring — it's everywhere else.
"The mask protects me here… but out there, it's different. I wanna feel safe without it too."
I grew up around lucha libre. To me, it's my whole life.
My parents sold merch at lucha events when I was little. I'd watch the fighters and feel this spark — this longing to be part of it. I always knew where I was headed. But once you're actually inside, living the reality… yeah, it gets complicated.
One woman, ten chances
In my training group, there's one woman for every ten men. Which, honestly, just means ten chances to prove I belong here.
Being a woman doesn't give anyone the right to treat me badly. I want to prove that — in the ring and outside of it.
The city tests you
Long nights, far-away gyms, neighborhoods you don't know. My family supports me through all of it — coming to my matches, picking me up from the gym, ordering my inDrive so I can travel safely.
inDrive gives me control. I choose the driver, I set a fair price, and I share my trip with my family. From Santa Fe all the way to Ciudad Universitaria — even the far, quiet places where I train.
The city is big. But I don't ride alone.
Fighting forward
Right now, I’ve had to pause wrestling because I'm expecting a baby. But that won't stop me. When my baby is born, I'll keep fighting.
And I hope that one day, when he sees me in the crowd, he'll feel proud of his mom.
Here, I finally get to take off the mask. My dream is to move forward — in my own way.
