Here everyone aspires to become a living god. Nothing less. In the dark training rooms or on the beaches of the Dakar suburbs, where youngsters train themselves in Senegalese wrestling (‘Lamb’ in the Wolof language), they come every night with this dream in mind, ready to take a beating. Everyone waits feverishly for his turn to wrestle within the sand arena. He might be defeated or, worse, humiliated. But should he come out of the arena as a winner, the audience will acclaim him king. Some day, he might even become champion, wealthy and almost divine. Denis Rouvre has photographed the strong bodies, the tense, perpetually defiant faces of the wrestling apprentices of the suburbs of Dakar. These apprentices belong to one of 77 stables and they practice this uniquely subtle mix of traditional wrestling and bare-fist boxing on a daily basis.