The Simpsons: Bart

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As soon as I was in the arena, memories of high school immediately came flooding back.... And no, tonight I'm not performing in the school gym, but in some bar. That's not what this is about.

- Rock-paper-scissors?

It was worth arriving in time for all the guys to be put outside so the girl wrestlers could change. And if that wasn't enough, just like when they were in high school, the guys started making comments about how it wasn't embarrassing that they thought they were women.

- Hey! See what?!

Naturally, there's no shortage of peeping attempts. Seems to me the fact that we're all standing in a dark alleyway and wearing masks doesn't help much in disproving the status of the latest creeps.

.....

After an hour of dressing the girls, it was our turn. We were done in about five or ten minutes, for most of us came in our costumes under our regular clothes.

- Hey, can somebody help me with the feathers?

There are only a couple of people who have the wherewithal for more extravagant outfits than the standard colourful trousers and monochrome boots.

So it was half an hour before the audience was to be let in, and an hour before the show itself. Considering I'm in a new to me promotion, new to me city, I don't have much to talk to or spend time with, so....

- I don't believe in all these conspiracy theories at all. All these anti-vaccination people, and people like that need to be locked away from adequate people like me. By the way, did I tell you I saw a flying saucer?! - somewhere in the depths of the locker room came the voice of the Azteca Prince...

No. There's absolutely no-one for me to socialise with.

.....

After the announcer's introductory speech. A match of young men who work for food. The main show began. A couple of tag team matches. The veterans humiliated my peers.

A match by one of the promotion's champions, which wasn't for the title, and was clearly just moving the storyline along. And after that, I started to actively warm up, for next up was a match of a girl with red hair and a blue-green mask against a middle-aged redheaded woman.

Like El Maestro said, it was squash. Taking about five minutes, if not less. The blue Empress of Death not only wins in size over Antonia Andreas, but also moves much more actively, faster, and at the same time freer.

Maybe she's a former dancer?

Wouldn't be surprising, even if she is a dancer. I hear a lot of wrestlers hire strippers as their managers. And then the girl herself might have the desire to get in the ring and go...

Prince told me that Antonia herself is a former manager. She didn't come from adult dancing, but from gymnastics.

As for Blue Empress, Azteca Prince said only that she is new on the indie scene and that she came from America....

- Que? - in broken Spanish, the Empress turned to me.

Because after hearing that she was American, I started to stare at her. On the one hand I want to talk to her, but on the other hand I can't let go of the thought that she might know my past....

- Nothing. - so I answered in a slightly husky voice, pulling my head away.

Azteca Prince exits first. He makes his way into the audience, handing out heels to the audience. If we were in EMLL or any other major promotion in the country, I'd have to come out spitting at everyone, but we're in GILL, where there's no division between Technico and Rudo, so....

- El Barto!

- Let's go!

I'm giving out fives on the way to the ring, too.

- Go to your room! Boo!

Naturally, the standard greeting for a performer from the other company.

- Kick his arse, Bart!

And yes, every show since we met, like this one, Becky's been there. Only tonight in the company of a pissed off-looking Isabella, and the already drunk Gutierrez relatives, I think Anya and Maria.

Ignoring the girls. I jump to the edge of the ring and then jump over the ropes. And already on the rack, at the height of the third rope, I play with my chest muscles to the cheers of the fans.

- AZTECA!

Turning round to my opponent, he keeps up with me by getting into a bodybuilder's pose, showing off his weighty arm muscles.

- Ha ha ha ha!...

I touched my arms, which were much smaller, and shook my head. Which resulted in a cheerful laugh from the fans.

*Gong.

After a little round dance with the Prince, we huddled together in the centre. With my height, I push Azteca towards the ropes, but.....

- Whoa!

He throws me to the opposite corner with his strength.

- Whoo!

Next, a second attempt at a neck lock. But now I'm gripping my neck with my arm instead of my shoulders. Even so, the Prince breaks free by lifting me over his head.....

*♪ Clap ♪

*♪ Clap ♪

However, I overpower the Prince by being around his neck. We tumble down, I still don't let go of the wide neck, but on the floor I go out to try and hold on.

*Applause.

It's only two, though. With smiles of recognition for each other, yes to the satisfied clapping of the fans, we split up with Prince at different corners and...

*♪ Clap ♪

In one second, we're accelerating into each other and attempting dropkicks.

- Whoa!

And if after the fall the Prince gets up through a spin on his back, I jump up on my feet, which caused the audience to cheer and....

- Agh!

A powerful shoulder strike from the Prince. From which I land on my neck, doing a somersault out of inertia.

Azteca locks me up against the ropes, beating me down. Exactly until the count of three from the referee before earning a disqualification.

- Whoo!

The audience's breath was taken away. The sound of the slap I gave Azteca was all over the room. After which we...

- Whoo!

We couldn't hold back any longer. Having decided to use up the entire tank of petrol in our bodies.

- EL BARTOOOOOOO!

I went tumbling forward onto Azteca, who was standing a few metres away from the ring, on the ramp approaching the ring.

- AZTECA!

Prince would lift me up for a suplex, and walk around the ring, before throwing me back onto the iron walkway to the ring.

- EL BARTO!

I burst into the ring, leaping exactly from the third rope into the ring, lariat nailing Prince, who was standing at the other end of the ring, in the floor.

- ATTACK!

Like a tank, Prince went through me, unleashing shoulder strikes, lairiats that unfurled in mid-air, leaving red chop marks, and whipping elbow strikes.

- Ten minutes. The match goes ten minutes.

Hearing the announcer's time announcements, Azteca and I begin to walk out to the finishers. And we have pretty similar finishers. If I do a bomb with a toss to my shoulders. The Prince does three bombs, lifting from a standard position. The first two look weak, especially the second one, giving the impression that Azteca is exhausted, but on the third one, he bangs his opponent's back into the boardwalk just right.

- Whoa!

Before we finish, however. We're having a bit of a flirtation with the audience.

- Whoo!

Tossing Prince up, he punches me in the jaw with his hand.

- Whaaaaa!...

Trying to get me up for a powerbomb. I throw Azteca over me.

- AZTECA!

However, after another lariat. Azteca manages to get out first for a single bomb.....

- AZTECA!

A second weaker one and on...

- AZTECA!!!

With the third, I swipe the Hurikenrana, and try to hold on to the Prince.

*♪ Clap ♪

*♪ Clap ♪

Who breaks out at 2.9. Throws me off me. Sprawls into the ropes until I can barely figure out where I am and....

- WOAAAAAAAAAAA!

*♪ Clap ♪

*♪ Clap ♪

*♪ Clap ♪

- And your winner is EL BARTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Caught on my toss bomb. Followed by a successful hold. The referee raises my hand, fans:

- EL BARTO! EL BARTO! EL BARTO! - chanting my name.

I climb onto the third rope, tense my pecs, and at the top of my voice....

- AAAAAAAAAAAH!

I give a victory cry that gets the fans even more excited. And they see me off even louder than when I won.

- That was awesome!

And the excitement didn't end at the auditorium. And backstage, I was met with praise. If the young guys were asking for advice, El Maestro, the owner of the company....

- El Barto, have you thought about moving to Guadalajara? - made a suggestion.

And all would have been well if all my attention hadn't been stolen by a wrestler who took off her mask....

- Ugh. It's sweating.

- Wow, why are you hiding such beauty, Empress? - If the masked wrestlers clicked their tongues at such a disregard for the traditions of the beam, then Antonia on the contrary only got excited at the sight of a face....

A very familiar face.

A face.

that had already ruined my life once before.

Sherry's face or Terry McLberry's face.