Wrasslin'

Last weekend I spent all day in a ballroom at the Washington Convention Center photographing good ole fashioned high school wrasslin'. There were no top ropes, no turnbuckles and no Jimmy Fly Snuka. No tag teams, no loud mouth managers and no glamorous ring entrances. Just mano a mano, head gear, and tights. It was a new experience. I'd never shot wrestling before and I had no idea who scored points or how. All I knew was that if you got pinned (both shoulder blades to the mat?) then the score didn't matter. Shout out to the Nelson brothers: Quarter, Half and Full who seemed to be a pretty popular bunch that day.