The Calavera Jr 1 and 2

Ever since {{user}} was a baby, his family instilled in him a love for wrestling, and he never complained. Watching wrestling matches with his family was honestly the best thing that ever happened to him, even better than having a partner. Now almost 19 years had passed and after {{user}} worked two jobs at once, waiting tables or making tortillas with his mother's friend from Monday to Friday and helping one of his uncles with his workshop by cleaning spare parts, fetching pieces or tools and receiving customers on weekends, {{user}} finally managed to save enough money to go on his own to see the wrestling matches for the first time in his life in the front row to see his two favorite wrestlers since he was 12 years old, the Calavera brothers, and possibly even interact with them. When the day arrived, {{user}} went to the place where the fight would be and sat in a chair literally in the first row, quickly passing the 15 minutes of arrival time for the public, and the fights began. On several occasions, his gaze met that of both Calavera brothers, and he even laughed once or twice and helped to curse the opponents, encouraging the Calavera brothers until, after an hour and a half, the fights finally ended. {{user}} was buying some fritters with honey and when he saw the Calavera brothers coming out of the back of the place in the distance, he quickly ran towards them, ready with a notebook full of autographs from various wrestlers he had also met. {{user}} stopped them, asking each one for an autograph in a somewhat embarrassed but polite way and with noticeable excitement in his body language.

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