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**Becky Shorter**
Attending an EMLL Time Wars show is more exciting than any wrestling show I've been to to date. I don't know if it's the number of people, which feels like over a thousand. Or whether it's about Bart's championship match.
As a girl, it's pretty uncomfortable for me to feel like I'm in a crowd of strangers, especially speaking an unfamiliar language. Thank goodness Isabella and her sisters came with me this time.
Although Isabella doesn't share my excitement about Bart's match. But how can I not feel joy that makes me jump up and down?! It's a title match for the main event championship! Of course, I doubt Bart will be given the title this early, but if he performs well, all doors will open for him!
Wouldn't that be great?! Bart will be able to perform all over the world, win titles for sure, and become a true star in professional wrestling! And it's all in front of my very own eyes!
- Kya! I'm so happy! - my joy overflowed into a captive smile, spilling out with a shout in the queue before waiting for the doors to the gym to open.
- Oh, be quiet! - To which Isabella responded sharply. Though judging by the blush on her cheeks, she was more embarrassed by the stares than bothered by the shouting.
A few minutes later, the doors opened and people began to be let in. The show itself started with a very local, not particularly affiliated wrestling company. Most people at this time were still walking around the hall, buying snacks.
After about half an hour and forty minutes the main show started. As it should be for EMLL, this time the show is exclusively singles matches. Which is quite hard, for it requires more from the performers as an individual in the ring.
To be honest, finding EMLL shows on the internet has been quite a challenge. There is, of course, a pay-per-view service, but oh well. Regarding other avenues, it's almost impossible to follow the promotion. Oh, and there are no English-speaking commentators, which makes it pretty hard to make sense of what's going on in terms of storylines...
Speaking of storylines. Naturally there was a match on the show and Guerrero Muerto, who attacked Bart after a battle royal at ringside. Obviously they're going to have a storyline together after the match, where..... I really hope Bart wins!
- (Spanish accent): Guerrero Muerto! Guerrero Muerto!
Meanwhile, the luchador, wearing a black mask with white flecks and red circles around his eyes, won his match, and the referee raised his hand.
*Bam.
In anger, Guerrero throws the ref off of him and he falls nearly dead. The wrestler demands to be given a microphone, which the staff outside the ring executes and...
- *rude speech in Spanish, spoken in Spanish*.... - it's moments like this that make me envy Isabella. - El Barto!
For all I understood from what Guerrero Muerto said was Bart's alias.
- He demanded Bart's victory, promising afterwards to tear off all his limbs and do with them.... - I turned to Isabella for a translation. - And shove it up his-- Well. There?
Whose knowledge of Spanish was not so good, for it failed me at the end, leaving me with a complete lack of understanding of where Guerrero wanted to put Bart's limbs.
*Do a Bartman~
It was finally time for the main event of the show. Bart's music began to play. The crowd, along with me, greeted him with a thunderous chant. Isabella was one of the rare audience members who remained silent.
*Boohoo!
His opponent, long time and multiple time champion, recent face of EMLL and now leaving for another promotion; Captain Lucha was greeted disapprovingly as he made his way to the ring, there was booing and clearly unkind shouts coming from everywhere.
- EL BARTO! EL BARTO! EL BARTO!
When the wrestlers stood in the centre of the ring for the referee to show them the beautiful title. It was easy for the audience to pick their favourite. And honestly, against Captain Lucha, Bart wins everything. He's taller, his suit doesn't hide his well-pumped torso, that...
* A woman's vulgar shouting in Spanish from the crowd *
I'm not quite sure it's that good. The view is certainly nice... Very. But it's the kind of thoughts it can conjure up in some chickens...
Bart's physical dominance basically started the match, as he clutched the Captain of the Rays and pushed his opponent to the ropes. Bart's dominance continued for several minutes as.....
- Booooooo!!!
Captain Lucha poked him in the eye with his fingers. And to the disgruntled chanting of the crowd, began to mutilate Bart's limbs, driving his face into the unprotected posts of the ring. And then throwing him into the fan barriers outside the ring....
- GO BART! - As Bart ran into the one next to me, I nearly tore my throat off screaming in support.
And if her sisters were engaged by the atmosphere of the wrestling show, therefore also chanting with the audience. Isabella was the only one whose mood only soured, especially when Bart was pointed in our direction. I just don't understand why this is happening, even though we're friends.
Isabella's very smart, probably on par with Lisa minus Lisa's narcissism. So the thought that even though we're friends, I don't understand her at all comes into my head quite often. They say opposites attract, but does that apply to friendship? Or will we one day become friends like Lisa and I...?
Bringing my attention back to the match, then Bart seized the initiative with a gorgeous backflip off the guardrail he had jumped onto on the run. It's moments like this that strengthen my faith in Bart, make me realise that I genuinely believe in his success in wrestling, and not just because I still like him.
The match, which felt like it lasted no more than a few minutes, went over twenty-five minutes according to Isabella's translation of the announcer's words. The Lucha Captain became the ultimate hit man, trying to unmask Bart and using all sorts of dirty tricks, to which Bart responded with honour and...
- N-no way...
When Bart tossed the Captain into the air as he tried to give him another Hurikenrana and then caught him with a bomb. My heart sank. I actually believed for a second that Bart was going to win the title.....
- BOO!
But at 2.9 Captain Lucha broke free and went for his own roll-up, which ....
- Something's wrong...?
It came out kind of weird and frantic looking. Yes, and instead of holding on, the Captain....
- Haaaah!
When Captain Lucha ripped his hand off Bart's head, holding his mask. The audience chanted in hatred, and my breath caught. After all, taking the mask off a luchador is the same as dishonouring him.
Just when it seemed they'd gone too far with the Captain's chilliness. The next step occurred... Or rather, a superkick to Bart's hands, which made him...
- BOOOOOOO-
Showed his face.
- ...
In an instant, there was absolute silence in the room. It was like people stopped breathing.
*♪ Clap ♪
- ...
And even at Bart's victory. As the girls and I looked around us, no one made a single sound, just stared at the ring with shock on their faces. I wanted to scream in support of Bart, but the pressure of the atmosphere was so strong that as soon as I mustered the strength to overcome it.....
- BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The hall synchronously erupted in discontent. Insults, shouting and swearing began to be hurled in Bart's direction. I tried to shout them out, but it was simply impossible, for my hatred for Bart was louder than it had been for Captain Lucha before and during the match, no matter what he did.
- BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
And as Bart ran out of the ring, insults and rubbish of all sorts flew at him from all sides. Even a person not versed in wrestling could tell that this turned out to be a complete failure.
.....
Leaving the arena was hard. And it wasn't just the disgruntled people who demanded their money back and got into a scuffle. After what happened, me, Isabella, and even her sisters were in a terrible, depressed mood. I can't imagine how Bart must feel.
Why did it have to be like this?! Now?! What did Bart do to deserve this constant failure?! Didn't the bookers realise they shouldn't have made Bart a national hero when he's not even a Mexican citizen?!
Once again, it's someone else's fault that Bart's head is going to get the bumps. Can he take it this time? What if he can?
No!
I will not be weak this time.
I'm ashamed of the last time I wasn't there for him. When all I did was wait for the right moment, hoping things would work themselves out. I don't want to add more shame, I'm going to do the right thing this time!
This time I'm going to support Bart!
... All that's left is to find out where he lives. Because I doubt he's left since we left the arena.
- And where the hell did they all go?!
While I was recharging my resolve, I didn't notice Isabella and her sisters leave. And if the sisters, knowing them, had gone drinking at some club, where could Isabella have gone...?
.....
There was still a kind man in a purple fur mask near the arena who gave me Bart's address, realising I was American and believing me to be his friend.
On the way to Bart's flat, I do my best to prepare myself. For there's no telling what state Bart will be in. Will he even want to let me in?
I can't stop thinking about what words I should use to encourage him. What I shouldn't say. What I should say.
- Maybe I should just come clean now.
Wouldn't it make Bart feel better if he knew someone loved him? It's nice, right? Plus, if he reciprocates my feelings, I'll do anything to make him feel better.
Even if it's about something....
* Slap *
- Shh, Becky, this is no time for dirty fantasies.
As I approached Bart's flat, my heart sped up and my legs trembled. And if that wasn't enough, in front of the house itself, I noticed....
Shadows in the window.
Like a man's silhouette caressing a woman's.
Not believing my eyes, I decided it was some kind of misunderstanding. So I came closer, leaned over to peer through the small gap between the curtains, and saw....
- Bitch. - my friend, Isabella Gutierrez.
No.
Not like that.
I saw my ex-girlfriend in the arms of my favourite guy, Bart Simpson.