The Simpsons: Bart

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**Isabella Gutierrez**

After my successful admission, my parents decided to give me a gift. A rather strange one with problematic terms. Two problematic ones. But first things first.

Every summer I go to visit my grandparents in Argentina, the country my parents emigrated from. Compared to America, it's hot and sunny there. Although Springfield itself is a far cry from New York in terms of weather, it still lacks a bit of sun and especially sand for my taste.

Being a quiet girl since childhood, I loved travelling to Argentina. However, this year my parents decided instead of it, to make me a present and send me on a trip to Mexico with a friend to have fun.

Naturally their motives are easy to understand. As I said before, I have always been a quiet girl, which in itself means that I am a homebody. However, the university I was accepted to was in another state many kilometres away from Springfield. So my parents were afraid that I might get into a lot of trouble there, which could be a lot of things.

Frankly, I was hurt and angry at my parents' gift, though I didn't let it get to me. I thought that over the years I had already managed to show that I was responsible enough and could be trusted.

But we have what we have.

- You got everything? - Checking my bags at the airport, the blonde asked me. - I only realised this morning that I hadn't put my passport, can you imagine?!

I chose Becky Shorter, a girl we met while writing an article about the Bart Simpson/Sherry McLberry scandal... as my chaperone, so to speak. Although I still believe that the video was Terri impersonating Sherri, but without proof....

Okay, that's the stuff that's already been worked on. Brain, stop dwelling on it.

Anyway, I invited her, for she looks like someone who knows about fun and yet is likable enough for me to call her a friend. In the end it is on the pretext of making me have fun that my parents are sending me on this trip.

- It's my first time travelling abroad.....

Despite the fact that Becky had followed Bart around the country when he was competing, her face was pale and her voice was shaking a little, betraying her excitement.

- Don't worry. I know Spanish, so we'll be fine. - I tried to calm her down.

- What's taking so long? We're kind of bordering this country and it takes so long to land! - I got distracted from my phone by one of the problems.

Even though my parents said I could take a friend on this trip, they didn't say they wouldn't add ballast themselves.

- Stupid!!! We border Canada, not Mexico! Learn geometry for real.

* slap on the forehead *

My cousins are Anna and Maria. Two beautiful second-generation immigrants. While their parents worked hard for their better future, they--

- Aren't we only bordering Canada?

- Um. Well. Russia and China, I guess. They're on the news all the time for a reason.

These two gum-chewing, pubic-skirt-wearing panty-wearing women don't even know Spanish. They don't care that much. And we've only been to Argentina a couple of times... where they spent all their time in department stores and clothes shops.

I guess they could be the answer to why my parents are worried about me. But no, in our family.

- Hello everyone, this is Mia, and my sister and I are going on a trip.

- Wish us a lot of experiences~

They're being held up as role models. After all, they are popular bloggers. BLOGGERS!

The family doesn't care that their video content is for the mentally challenged, that their streamings consist of silently watching other people's work, that their Instagram is littered with so many photos that the older generation wouldn't even let them on their doorstep! No!

They bought their own cars! They're doing great!

It doesn't matter how...

- Wow, that's a lot of people.

- I told you it was the right idea to create an account on onlyfans!

- Haa... It's going to be a long holiday...

- Isabella? - While my cousins had me swinging for revenge from a sudden bout of nausea, Becky took her mind off checking bags to check on me.

.....

The flight went fine. Thank goodness I was sitting next to Becky and not one of the cousins. Otherwise I would have had to think about where I could hide my body on the plane.

Next up was checking into the hotel. Dinner. Sleep. And in the morning...

- Boring~

- Tell me where the clubs are! Clubs!

Had the most embarrassing sightseeing trip of my life. Where the guide, what and could only smile awkwardly in our direction or shush us at all.

So for the next two days, Becky and I and Anna and Maria did our own thing. While I dragged Becky to beaches, museums and to see cultural treasures, Anna and Maria 'partied' in nightclubs.

And it would have been a great trip that I wouldn't have seen my cousins on until the very end if:

- Let's go!

With burning eyes, Becky didn't burst into our adjoining room with tickets to a wrestling show. After Bart started wrestling, from Becky's own words, she fell in love with the sport little by little.

- Ugghhhh.

- My head. - While my cousins were recovering from last night, I--

- Well, wrestling is staged. - I tried to talk Becky out of it.

- That's the whole point!

- А?

- You know when you're expecting an MMA match between two tough fighters and they show a mediocre fight for a couple of minutes?

- I literally don't know. - I think MMA is just wild. How can anyone in the twenty-first century be interested in watching two people beat each other to a bloody pulp? It's just barbaric.

- Now, in wrestling, often--

- Often?

- Often it doesn't happen! The main event of the show is always packed with teeth-grinding action, interesting story, drama unfolding in the ring, and it goes on for its proper amount of time! - If I could stare into Becky's over-enthusiastic eyes wide open and not know what to say, my cousins had no such problem:

- Just say you want to see half-naked guys!

- Huh? There's half-naked guys?

- Sure! With abs if you're lucky, ha!

- Then we'll definitely go.

- So it's decided! - Becky clapped her hands together with a slightly distorted look of agreement, but still with a happy face. - So, Ezee, are you in?

- Haa... Don't call me that, firstly. And secondly... - Looking at my cousins, who were already stuck in the smartphone screen looking at pictures of various 'wrestlers', or rather their torsos, I realised that I had no other choice. - Okay... - I couldn't let my friend go alone with them after all.

.....

The wrestling 'show' was held at a local club... Which already inspires confidence. The next 'good thing' was that there were not many girls in the audience, especially single ones. So they looked at us like we were pieces of meat.

- Wow, what a place! - Anna commented on the first row, naturally filming everything on her mobile phone camera, although everyone was asked not to do that at the entrance.

- If we're lucky, someone will fly into the fence! - Becky said enthusiastically.

The fences are heavy bars, about a metre high. If you touch it, apart from the stickiness, you can feel that the fences are not really secured in any way. So I'd really hate to see anyone flying in our direction.

- Welcome ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans, to Avatar Of Chaps. - After about twenty minutes of waiting, the compere appeared, which surprised me. - Our main and only event of the show will be the traditional EMLL Battle Royal!

Hearing the strange name, I could only roll my eyes. Not only do I know nothing about wrestling, but I'm in a match with special rules that I don't know.

- And please, let me remind you of the rules! - Oh, convenient. - Two opponents start a match, and every five minutes a new contestant joins the match. And so on until the last one, the tenth! Eliminations can only be made by holding up to three punches, by submission or by knockout!

After the explanations were over, the compere began to announce the wrestlers, who came out to deafening music into the hall....

- Wooooooo!!!

- Boooooooo!!!

And if that wasn't enough, people also greeted them with various loud noises, and in every possible way climbed forward to shake hands or point a finger down.

Speaking of first impressions, the wrestling show made me want to get back to my room and shower as soon as possible.

- Booooooo!!! I don't know who you are Snake King, but boooo!

Well the important thing is Becky likes it.....

- Easy, hurry up and give me an insult in Spanish, he'll be passing near us soon! - very much so.

.....

And while the wrestling show left a lot to be desired at first, once I switched my attention to the action in the ring, then.....

- And it's pretty good.

I started to notice that the performers were playing different roles. That they weren't just limited to cool costumes and masks. No. Somebody's a villain who kicks between the legs. Some, like the comedy coward, run away from everyone and only attack from behind. Some, like a brave hero, lunges at them all at once. And at the moment when...

- AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! - Snake King dragged a young guy by the hair and then locked him in a coffin with snakes before showing them to the audience.

I realised that I was enjoying wrestling. I felt like I was at a theatre performance, only with cu...

*♪ The crack of a broken table ♪

more expressive way of communicating emotion.

- And our winner and winner of the Chaos Ring.

And at the end of the match, when the compere announced the winner.

- EL BARTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

- Yeah!

Already I was among those cheering for the performer who showed his will, and stole surely all the hearts in the audience...