Jagged lines scored across the forehead. Many wrestlers wear the aftereffects of blading.
Wrestling fans know that blood in wrestling does not come from a capsule or fake blood capsule. It's the real thing. A quick slice with a razor and the blood comes oozing out.
A part of me wishes more matches would feature the dramatic red of blood on a wrestler's head, mixing with sweat, dripping down his face.
But wearing the crimson mask has a dear price.
Looking at these wrestlers' hideous scars, the horror they carry with them, it makes me glad wrestling, for the most part, has steered away from blading.