-A promo package plays, recapping the events of last night's Final Reckoning pay per view, capping off at the end with Sunset Shimmer winning the Eternal Women's championship, and the fans nearly rioting-

*The Beautiful People….OHHHHHHH!*

-Fire….work….ugh-

-We are taken to the commentator's table, where Overdrive sits next to Vultarian, who has a big band-aid slapped across his forehead-

Vultarian: -in a slightly more annoyed voice than usual- Greetings, EWF fans...I am Vultarian.

Overdrive: And I am Overdrive.

Vultarian: Tonight, we begin our journey to EWF:...Frontline.

Overdrive: Exciting stuff.

Vultarian: Indeed.

*Only perfection around…* -the crowd immediately chimes in with a hefty amount of boos-

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, PLEASE WELCOME, the general manager of LUNACY...LUNA! And, the Executive Vice President, of Talent Relatiooons….STAR. SWIRLIIIIIINAITIS!

-Luna and Swirlinatis appear on the ramp with huge smiles on their faces, as the boos increase-

Overdrive: You know what? I'm getting really sick and tired of these fans not showing Ms. Luna and Mr. Swirlinaitis the respect that they deserve!

Vultarian: Might not be wise to raise your voice, but other than that….-scowls- I AGREE.

-Luna goes up the steps, as Madden walks over and leans on the ropes, making it easier for her to get into the ring. Swirlinaitis is so happy he takes the initiative to jump OVER the ropes, waving at Madden as both he and Luna are handed microphones.

Luna raises the microphone to her mouth-

Crowd: FUCK OFF, LUNA, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, LUNA, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, LUNA, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, LUNA, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP*

Overdrive: I'm getting REALLY ANGRY OVER HERE! -gritting his teeth-

Vultarian: Easy, EASYYYYY…..

Luna: -still smiling as the crowd continues to barrage her- Happy days...are HERE! -boos- Last night, was the Equestrian Wrestling Federation's FINEST HOUR! -looks at Swirlinaitis- ESPECIALLY...for Monday Night Lunacy…-Swirlinaitis nods, mouthing the word "true"- We were represented well in the tag team battle royal, we had back to back to back to BACK! Classic matches, all of which displayed such EXCITEMENT! ACTION! Emotion….and speaking of emotion...I think we can AAAALL agree...that the ICING, on the cake...was the main event….a true WAR, between two of the BEST, on not only Lunacy...but ALL of EWF! Twilight Sparkle….and Lightning Dust. -cheers-

Crowd: WE WANT LIGHT-NING! OR TWILIGHT! WE WANT LIGHT-NING! OR TWILIGHT! WE WANT LIGHT-NING! OR TWILIGHT! WE WANT LIGHT-NING! OR TWILIGHT!

Luna: -holds a hand up- But in the end….I made an executive decision...I made the RIGHT...decision, as I ALWAYS do...and I inserted...a THIRD competitor...a WORTHY...competitor...a DESERVING...competitor. I took a shot in the dark, and I hit BULLS-EYE! Because last night, the FACE...of Lunacy...the FACE...of the EWF...was FINALLY revealed…-the boos continue to get louder and louder- You may not have LIKED the decision, based on nearly every chair in this arena, getting tossed into the ring….-the crowd cheers-

Crowd: WE WILL RI-OT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE WILL RI-OT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE WILL RI-OT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Luna: ….But TRUST me...trust me as YOUR general manager...that decision...was BEST…-grin- for BUSINESS….-boos-

Crowd: BEST FOR BULL-SHIT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* BEST FOR BULL-SHIT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* BEST FOR BULL-SHIT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Luna: PLEASE…..you still have Lightning Dust! You still have Twilight! Lightning Dust just...isn't championship material…-massive boos-...and Twilight? I was wrong about her….I tried to nurture her, motivate her-MOLD her into the PERFECT champion! But she wouldn't listen...she denied my every request to take her to the top….and so I had a back-up plan….I gave the ball, to someone that DID listen...to someone that WAS willing to carry Lunacy on their back, AND SHE WILL. -more boos- Because whether you people like it or not, you have to face FACTS….Twilight wasn't willing to represent you….all she wanted...was RESPECT. Well I hate to break it to you all, but respect...gets you NOWHERE! IN. THIS. BUSINESS, it's about getting ahead! As quick as humanly possible! And before you go Tweeting out your opinions...Sunset is NOT champion...because she sucked up to me. Sunset is champion, because she is a PRIZED worker, a NATURALLY gifted competitor…but most of all, Sunset Shi-

*No chance in hell….* -the crowd comes alive as many members of the audience's jaws drop at once. Swirlinaitis' even drops his mic-

Overdrive: Wait...what?

-Filthy Rich powerwalks onto the ramp, holding out his arms at the top of it, looking out at the Lunatics in attendance-

Vultarian: It's Filthy Rich. The reason we're ALL here.

-Luna nudges Swirlinatis, who on cue begins to clap for the boss along with her. Many male members in the front row begin bowing towards Filthy, who stops to acknowledges them, before powerwalking up the steps.

Swirlinaitis goes over to open the ropes, but Filthy his having none of it as he wags his finger. Swirlinaitis steps back as Filthy gets into the ring under his own power. He picks up Swirlinaitis' mic, tapping on it as his music ceases playing-

Crowd: WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!

Filthy Rich: Thank you very much...it's great to be back here on MONDAAAAY NIGHT LUNACYYYYYYYYYYY! -epic cheers- I'm sorry Mr. Swirlinaitis...were you using this?

Swirlinaitis: -without a mic- No sir! No sir!

Filthy: What a sweetheart-GET MR. SWIRLINAITIS A MIC! SURELY he has something important to say!

-Swirlinaitis scrambles over as his new mic is tossed under the ring. He slips on the mat as he picks it up-

Filthy: Smooth move….

Swirlinaitis: -breathing heavily as he takes his spot next to Luna, a cheesy smile on his face- H-hello, Mr. Rich!

Filthy: Hello Mr. Swirlinaitis….Luna.

Luna: S-sir! You didn't say you'd be….coming for a vis-

Filthy: WELL YA KNOW! Nothing like a good surprise, huh? -he looks out at the crowd, as they cheer- Also, I'M the boss….I can come whenever I want! -cheers- You know...it's been THREE MONTHS...since I've stepped foot in this ring….the last time...was the very...FIRST..episode of Lunacy. -cheers- AND NOW LOOK AT THIS PLACE! It has FLOURISHED! Luna...you look great!

Luna: -giggles- Thank you, sir.

Filthy: The fans….THE FANS ARE RILED UP! -more cheers- THIS IS AWESOME! You've got a..a new assistant…-looking at Swirlinaitis- and….got new...commentators….-looking behind Swirlinaitis, Overdrive waving-...yeah. Oh well, though! Just a few MINOR readjustments I'm sure! You've seem to got this place under control!

Luna: Yes SIR! I most certainly d-

Crowd: NO SHE DOES-N'T! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* NO SHE DOES-N'T! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* NO SHE DOES-N'T! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Filthy looks around at the fans questioningly-

Filthy: Now, Luna….WHY on EARTH would they be chanting THAT?

Luna: I...I have no idea, si-

Filthy: SHUT UUUUUUUP! *phlegm* -the crowd erupts in cheers again- ….You think I'm dumb? -Luna shakes her head frantically- It was a rhetorical question….THIS….is MY CREATION! I know EXACTLY….why they're chanting that…..here's why I'm REALLY here….a job evaluation! -Luna and Swirlinaitis' eyes bulge- I didn't tell you, because that's the FUN in it. Ever since I've left, a LOT...of things have been happening...you've got this...new motton of "Best For Business." -chuckles- Funny...because at the end of the day-he gets into both of their faces- NEITHER OF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT'S BEST FOR BUSINESS! -even more cheers- YOU DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT BUSINESS! In fact….more and more, EVERY day, Luna! You are proving to me….that hiring you...as general manager of Lunacy...was the single WORST business decision...I've ever made….-cheers-

Luna: B-but sir! We get more and more viewers every week-

Filthy: And I'm sure all those new viewers are regretting it right now….the rumors they've heard from their pals are TRUE. "There's this power hungry duo on Monday Night Lunacy! You gotta tune it, because their demise is gonna come one day!" At this rate….that day is coming...VERY soon….

Swirlinaitis: M-...Mr Rich...if you would give us a chance to spe-

Filthy: TO HELL WITH YOUR WORDS! You'll listen to ME, pal! -he looks at Luna- Why is this guy even HERE? I never authorized his signing! And yet, somehow, under my nose, you get him a MANAGEMENT JOB?! How in the HELL, is he qualified to work here?!

Luna: He...he's an old friend, sir….I...I owed him…

Filthy: Then have sex with the poor guy! Don't use him to fulfill your twisted urges! Because now, Mr. Swirlinaitis…-tightens his suit, getting in his face-...you're on a sinking ship…..and you're NOT gonna float….-backs up- Not only have you gotten the ineligible people a driver's seat in MY COMPANY...but you've mercilessly FIRED misfortunate talent, you've hired mercenaries to do your bidding, and worst of all...you've denied well-deserving talent their right to SHINE! Not ONCE, not TWICE, but THREE….TIMES...Lightning Dust...and Twilight Sparkle's match, a pay per view main event THREE-PEAT, might I add, was RUINED by your NONSENSE! Interference after interference, screwjob after screwjob! A woman that not only LOST her championship last night, but a woman who only holds the title that one of THEM should call their own is because she tucks you in at night...is CHAMPION. Do you have any idea how WRONG that is? Do you have any idea how that demoralizes that title, those superstars, THIS SHOW! THIS COMPANY! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE TO MY COMPANY! These people pay their hard-earned money, week after week, to see the greatest physical action on this planet! And they get it! But they also get a lot of FILTH. That's what I've been seeing the most! FILTH. And it's high time someone mops it all up….but I'm not going to do it…..it's not MY responsibility….this is YOUR FAULT.

Luna: What...what exactly do you want me to do, sir?

Filthy: You...are going to FIX MY COMPANY!

Luna: O-okay!

Filthy: -smiles- I'll give you a little shove first, though….one of the biggest atrocities you've committed since I've been gone….was the firing of two VERY important aspects to the Lunacy brand….Lunacy relied on these two gentlemen to help our fans at home enjoy the product even more. In fact, I've never seen two men...CLICK so much. I've been in business a long time, but THOSE two men….are two of the most PASSIONATE individuals...I have ever met…..and you...FIRED THEM! WITH NO RHYME OR REASON!

Crowd: BRING THEM BACK! BRING THEM BACK! BRING THEM BACK! BRING THEM BACK!

Filthy: THEY know who I'm talking about….do YOU?

Luna: I….-gulp-...I believe I do….

Filthy: Good….just in case you DON'T….I'm about to refresh your memory….Luna, Swirlinaitis….those two men...are here TONIGHT. -epic cheers- And you can't throw them out...because I INVITED THEM! -more cheers, as Filthy points a finger at the stage- …..the TRUE voices of Lunacy! AHUIZOTL! AND GARBLE! -the cheers climax as Ahuizotl and Garble appear on the ramp, Garble's hands in his pocket-

Crowd: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

-Filthy Rich applauds with a smirk as the two former broadcast partners enter the ring. They shake the hand of Filthy-

Luna: H-...hello, boys! It's nice to see that you're in such good spi-

-Garble yanks the mic out of Luna's hand, the crowd cheering-

Garble: We've got NOTHING to say to EITHER of you...-Garble looks over her and Swirlinaitis' shoulders- We want THEM. -the crowd cheers as Overdrive and Vultarian throw off their headsets, and stand up from their seats. Vultarian begins to unbutton his suit, as he and Overdrive advance towards the ring.

-Luna grabs the mic out of Garble's hand-

Luna: NO! NO! NO! GET BACK TO YOUR SEATS! DO YOUR JO-

Filthy: -puts a hand on Luna's shoulder- …..This isn't your show anymore, sister…-Luna backs away with a frown- You two. Get in this ring, NOOOOOOW.

-Without hesitation, Overdrive and Vultarian climb through the ropes. They both are handed mics, as is Ahuizotl-

Filthy: Jeez...we're about to have a mic shortage…

Ahuizotl: Sir...if it's alright with you...may we say a few things?

Filthy: Heh. I figured you would. Go ahead!

Ahuizotl: Thank you. -he turns to meet Overdrive and Vultarian with hatred- You two...are the single WORST commentators...in WRESTLING...HISTORY….-the crowd cheers big time-

Garble: EMOTION. It's the NUMBER. ONE. DAMN. GUIDELINE, at the announce table! And you both have taken the biggest CRAP on it!

Overdrive: WE'RE DOING WHAT LUNA ASKED US TO DO! WE KNOW HOW TO KEEP OUR MOUTHS SHUT! It's something you both should've done a little bit of...especially YOU, 'Zotl…..

Ahuizotl: LOOK at you, you metallic goof! You could've been something...the first pay per view, you're fighting for the Carnage championship! And you throw that all away...just to please some blueberry hag? -cheers-

Vultarian: SHE'S NOT A HAG! SHE'S THE GREATEST BOSS WE COULD ASK FOR!

Garble: Really now? Ya know, one thing we commentators do...we do our homework. So we know that not only Overdrive is a wrestler...but YOU are, too….if Luna is such a "great boss," WHY didn't she give you two a chance to compete in this ring? Why did you stick you in suits, and throw you at the announce table, where the whole world could LAUGH at you?! -Overdrive and Vultarian look at Luna, both with pursed lips- Yeah...yeah think about that….you're both NOTHING to her! She has a DEATH-CLUTCH...on this brand….

Filthy: ...But that clutch...is about to be loosened….

Ahuizotl: That's right...me and Garble, we had to come home from our shift at Arby's, and listen to YOU TWO BUTCHER...the art of wrestling announcing! IT ATE US ALIVE! WEEK. AFTER WEEK. WE'VE HAD….ENOUGH!

Garble: We attacked you last night, to send a MESSAGE. Hopefully you got that loud and clear, because you're breaking your gimmick! You're YELLING! HOW'S THAT FEEL? When was the last time you got to do THAT? We are back...for our JOBS. -cheers- You've had your fun and games, but now the PROFESSIONALS take over again! At the end of the day, me...Ahuizotl...we are the BEST at that announce table! You will NEVER replace us, so it's time to GET. THE FUCK. OUT! -cheers galore-

Ahuizotl: Unlike last night...we won't be pulled off of you! We will FIGHT FOR THESE JOBS! And we will WIN!

Garble: And we know you're both wrestlers! But we're COMMENTATORS! And we've got more passion for this business, than you could EVER IMAGINE!

Ahuizotl: Besides….if you're as good at wrestling as you are on commentary...this will be easy….-crowd "OOOOHHHH"s-

-Vultarian and Overdrive are visibly seething-

Filthy: Well, Luna? What idea does this give you? -he reaches his mic out towards her. She hesitantly takes it-

Luna: -sighs-...tonight on Lunacy….Overdrive and Vultarian, will face the team of...Garble-crowd begins cheering-...and….Ahuizotl….

Filthy: Aaaaaaand?

Luna: ….If Garble and Ahuizotl win...they...get their jobs back…..-Garble throws his arms in the air, as Luna suddenly smirks- Let's keep this fair, though...if they LOSE...Vultarian and Overdrive's jobs are SECURE, and Garble and Ahuizotl will be forced to go back to making curly fries! -she chuckles, as Garble and Ahuizotl smirk-

Garble: Is that it? Man, you ARE bad at this job!

Luna: GRRR-FINE! IT WILL BE CONTESTED...UNDER NO DISQUALIFCATIONS!

Garble: There we go! We did say we were going to FIGHT for our jobs….not wrestle.

Ahuizotl: -looking at his and Garble's opponents- Boys...after tonight...you'll never work in this town again….-he and Garble drop their mics, and exit the ring to the thunderous roars of the crowd-

Crowd: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

Filthy: -looking impressed- I'll admit...that's a match I'm looking forward to seeing! -Overdrive and Vultarian exit the ring and head back to the announce table-

Luna: I'm glad you're happy, sir, because I'm not done yet!

Filthy: Oh? Do go on!

Luna: Just to show that, while I do not endorse Twilight Sparkle as Lunacy's champion anymore, I AM a fair woman...Twilight DOES have a rematch clause...so, in tonight's main event, the NEW Eternal Women's champion….Sunset Shimmer, will defend her title….against Twilight Sparkle. -more cheers-

Filthy: Excellent! That's what I want to see! Keep up the good work, Luna….-looks at Swirlinaitis from head to toe- And uhh...nice...tie…-Swirlinaitis grins cheesily- I'll be watching the show progress from backstage, boss….DON'T make me regret giving you another chance….

Luna: I won't, Mr. Rich! I won't! -Mr. Rich exits the ring as Luna puts her hands over her face-

*Backstage, in the bathroom*

-Immediately we a treated to a close-up of….Clip Clop's face...without his face paint. His pointy red hair still lays atop his head, as he looks glares into the mirror with a "pissed off at the world" face. An arm is laid on his shoulder, but he doesn't take his eyes off the mirror. Instead, we soon see Bill Nyeker's reflection enter it-

Nyeker: -chuckling- The transformation has begun, my student…..how do you feel?

Clip Clop: Mr. Nyeker….I feel REBORN! -he punches the mirror, it shattering from the force of his fist-

Nyeker: HAHAHA-HA! -he grabs both of Clip Clop's shoulders- Wonderful….you look like a regular member of society….we'll just have to do something about your hair….

Clip Clop: Please do, Mr. Nyeker! It pains me just to look at it! I hate me!

Nyeker: EVERYONE hates you, son….don't worry, though…we are going to adjust EVERYTHING….there's a new...outfit I want you to try on. It's hanging on the doorknob outside this vicinity. Also, we'll have to work on your grammar; what you wanted to say was "I hate myself." -sigh- Oh well, though...we've got nothing but time.

Clip Clop: I believe in you, Mr. Nyeker.

Nyeker: As you should. I'm going to go check on our other believer….make sure you're ready by the time I get back. The world is waiting for the reveal of my two newest students….-walks away-

Clip Clop: Yes, Mr. Nyeker. -Clip Clop picks up a piece of the mirror, and screams. He turns on the water faucet, and dunks his hands in it, rubbing furiously at his face in order to get the remaining chips of face paint off-

-Back in the ring, we see Cloudchaser stretching as her sister, Flitter stands on the apron, telling her how pretty she looks-

Overdrive: Time for action here tonight on Lunacy.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-The arena is filled with a bad-ass guitar riff that kicks in with deafening drums. As it climaxes, Midnight Strike appears on the ramp to much fan-fare. It seems as though the crowd is happy that she has broken away from The Oddities. The bell rings as she begins walking to the ring, cracking her neck from left to right-

*Midnight's theme = NXT Cover "Kevin Owens Theme" (JaydeGarrow)*

Madden: The following contest, is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making her way to the ring, from CLOUDSDALE! Weighing in at 152 POOOUNDS! MIIIIDNIIIIGHT STRIIIIKE!

Vultarian: Midnight certainly means business.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Midnight slides in through the bottom rope, getting in Cloudchaser's face immediately. The ref backs her off, and that gives Cloudchaser the perfect opening to kick Midnight in the gut. She then begins kicking at her until she on the mat. The referee decides this is the best time to ring the bell-

Match 1: Midnight Strike vs Cloudchaser w/ Flitter

-As soon as the bell rings, Midnight blocks a kick attempt by grabbing Cloudkicker's leg, and taking her down with a dragon screw, followed by a painful leg lock right after. Cloudkicker soon gets to the ropes, Midnight letting go just before the 5 count.

When Cloudchaser gets up, Midnight backs her into the turnbuckles and begins chopping the hell out of her chest, Cloudchaser's breasts flopping with each vile shot. She then Irish whips her off of the ropes, taking her down to the mat with a double forearm.

When Cloudchaser gets up, Midnight seizes her with a snap suplex, not going for a cover as she looks to inflict more damage-

-8 minutes later-

-Midnight scales to the top rope as Cloudchaser reels on the mat. Flitter jumps on the apron, but Midnight kicks her down. The distraction is enough however, as Cloudchaser dives at the ropes, the vibration causing Midnight to fall, and her crotch hitting the top turnbuckle.

Cloudchaser climbs the top turnbuckle, looking to knock Midnight off her pedestal. Midnight headbutts her, and that sends Cloudchaser tumbling back, her legs getting caught on the top turnbuckle.

Midnight reaffirms herself on the top rope, and jumps off as Cloudchaser attempts to get herself un-stuck. It's too late, however, as both of Midnight's feet collide with her forehead, the back of her head being driven into the mat-

Overdrive: Diving double foot stomp by Midnight.

Vultarian: Got to be painful.

-Midnight drags Cloudchaser away from the turnbuckles, and hooks her leg-

*1….2…..3!* -the bell rings as the crowd cheers after that impressive outing by Midnight-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNERRR...MIIIIDNIIIGHT STRIIIIKE!

Overdrive: What an impressive display from Midnight here tonight.

Vultarian: Indeed. She looks to not be affected in the slightest in the midst of the Oddities destruction.

-Midnight stands over her fallen opponent as the referee raises her hand. All of a sudden, Midnight is blinded from behind by Flitter, who has entered the ring and looks to get back at Midnight for humiliating her and her sister.

The crowd boos as Flitter helps her woozy sister to her feet. Midnight fights them both off for a while, but the two sisters soon overtake Midnight. They pick her up and plant her with a double DDT. They immediately get to their feet and continue stomping on Midnight, that is until an unlikely cavalry comes to help…-

Overdrive: Honeycomb?

Vultarian: ...Why?

-Honeycomb slides through the bottom rope, and clearly the sisters weren't prepared for her, and she takes them both down with a double clothesline. She throws Flitter over the top rope and to the floor outside, and then levels Cloudchaser with her finisher, Breaking Out in Hives (long I know but just roll with it)!-

Crowd: THIS IS DIFF-ERENT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS DIFF-ERENT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS DIFF-ERENT! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Midnight comes to as Honeycomb extends her hand to her. Midnight shakily gets to her feet, taking a long, confused look at Honeycomb, before simply walking past her and to the back. Honeycomb shrugs in a "aw come on" way as she watches Midnight leave-

*Commercial*

*Locker Room*

-Dance Fever is shown holding a big trashbag full of his old disco clothes. He steps down on the pedal of his trashcan, the lid opening. Dance heaves the bag inside, and takes his foot off. His afro is now gone. He instead has his hair slicked back, as he examines himself in the mirror with a heavy sigh and a smile. Bill Nyeker walks into the restroom, and unlike Clip Clop, Dance turns around upon his entrance-

Dance: Hello, sir.

-Nyeker looks at Dance, nodding after a while-

Nyeker: Extremely suitable. I can barely recognize you without those OVERLY GAUDY rhinestoned balloon pants. And that is a good thing….

Dance: I'm no longer living in the past, Mr. Nyeker. I'm looking towards the future.

Nyeker: Well said. If that were to turn into an essay, I would give it a 97 percent. I also approve of the lack of aerodynamic fluff upon your cranium.

Dance: How about the mustache? Should that be trimmed?

Nyeker: No, I deem it worthy of being part of your being. It makes you look...sophisticated. I have supplied both you and my other newest student with the appropriate outfit. Am I too assume you threw out your old attire?

Dance: -nods- Yes, sir.

Nyeker: Hmm...impressive. I didn't even have to tell you. No haste, though! Don your new skin, for your metamorphosis….is about to BEGIN. -Puts his arms behind his back, spinning on his heels as he walks out. Dance smiles, as he walks out to lay eyes on his new skin-

*Luna's Office*

-Swirlinaitis is texting, as Luna paces in her office, one hand on her chin. She stops as there a knock on the door-

Luna: -sighs- Come in….-Luna's eyes dart up to the ceiling as NION Lights make their way into her office- Hello, boys….

Neon: You antsy, GML?

Luna: …..Now is NOT the time for jokes….shouldn't you two be preparing for your match with SLIME?

DJ Z: HAH! We don't need to prepare for THEM. We sometimes ponder how they can walk and chew gum at the same time!

Neon: Heh. GML, ya know, me and Z...we don't mean to be complainers, but-

DJ Z: What are you gonna do about them two bozos?!

Luna: ….What do you mean?

DJ Z: ...Did you NOT see Sublime?!

Luna: Yes. I did.

Neon: What, did you miss the part where lump and stump LEFT US HIGH AND DRY?

DJ Z: We ain't clothes, GML! We're fresh like dryer sheet, but we don't need to be hung! That was NOT cool!

Luna: Yes. I saw that. You won, though, did you not?

DJ Z: Well of COURSE we did! We got the stuff like a turkey!

Neon: You mean stuffING. But GML, aren't you big on loyalty?

Luna: Maybe if you both weren't such unruly partners, Snips and Snails would not have taken it upon themselves to leave ringside.

DJ Z: Ah...we get it. It's cuz they kiss your ass, right?

-Luna is clearly about to blow a gasket, but Swirlinaitis steps in-

Swirlinaitis: She doesn't need this from you two right now, alright?! Just go prepare for your match! Can't you see how EXHAUSTED she is?

DJ Z: If I had my ass kissed as much as she does, I'd want a break too!

Swirlinaitis: SHUT UP! You know what?! I've had ENOUGH! You two are both fi-

Neon Lights: Now, now...might not wanna do that...Filthy is waaaatchiiiing~...

Swirlinaitis: -calms down- ….I'm aware. As is Ms. Luna. And since Mr. Rich is looking to be impressed, I am going to try my hand at it. Tonight, your match with SLIME...will be a TABLES match!

DJ Z: Hah! Is that supposed to be some kind of punishment?

Swirlinaitis: Did you not hear me? It's a blockbuster match! Surely a tag team of YOUR caliber would not be against this.

Neon: You kidding us? Me and Z are EXPERTS when it comes to tables!

DJ Z: Damn right, bro! Mixtables! BERPBERPBER-

Swirlinaitis: STOP! Stop. Please stop….just to PROVE that it's not a punishment...and since you both, all things considered, were EXTREMELY impressive last Friday on Sublime...if you win this match, we will personally make sure that NION Lights, in the near future….gets a shot at the Combo of Carnage tag team titles.

Neon: Awww yeah! -He high fives DJ Z- You know we'll be all up in that! And if they win?

Swirlinaitis: At the end of the day, you two make a fair point. -cringes as he realizes he actually just said that- Snips and Snails WERE bad apples last Friday, and for that reason...they have NOTHING to gain if they win this match….-clenches his eyes shut in frustration for making that decision-

DJ Z: Man….it's a good thing Filthy Rich is back, eh Luns? -DJ Z slaps his hand on Luna's back-

Luna: -sighs heavily- Yes, our prayers have been answered…..

Neon Lights: Ours, at least! And tonight, SLIME can pray ALL they want! Because me and DJ Z are gonna punish them OUR way! Let's go, bro!

DJ Z: Awww yes! We'll put them through so many tables, you'll be able to play pick up sticks with all the splinters in their backs! BERPBERPBERPBEEEEEERRRRRRP -the door closes-

Luna: They give me SUCH A HEADACHE! Thank you for handling that, though….

Swirlinaitis: Of course….-he leads Luna to a sofa- You should take a seat for a minute….-she does so, as Swirlinaitis runs off to get her water-

-Back in the ring, we see Fleur De Lis fixing her hair as she prepares for action-

Madden: The following contest, is scheduled for ONE FALL! Currently in the ring...from CANTERLOT! Weighing in at 126 POOOUNDS! FLEEEEUR..DE LIS!

Vultarian: Fleur De Lis looks to impress after two solid showings in the past few weeks.

Overdrive: Yes. Against Lightning Dust 3 weeks ago, and against Rarity last night, which you didn't see. But we saw it, and she looked quite good.

*Colorful rainbows catch my eyes, when I see you fly across the sky!* -epic cheers from the crowd as Scootaloo comes flying out from the back-

Madden: Aaaand HER OPPONENT! From LONEYVILLE! Weighing in at 118 POOOOUNDS...SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOTALOOOOOOOOOOOO!

-Scootaloo runs into the ring, as she poses on the middle rope, the fans chanting "SCOO-TA-LOO" repeatedly-

Match 2: Fleur De Lis vs Scootaloo

-6 minutes later-

-Fleur De Lis attempts to hit Scootaloo with "Finial" (her Axe Kick,) but Scootaloo moves out of the way at the last second. She runs off the ropes as Fleur lands on her feet, hitting the French Femme Fatale with Stunted Growth, but only gaining a two count off of the pin attempt-

-7 minutes later-

Fleur tries to hit Scootaloo with her finisher, Lis De Resistance, but Scootaloo rolls through it, locking Fleur in a Bow and Arrow submission hold-

Vultarian: Ouch.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Scootaloo continues to wrench back on the hold, as Fleur screams in pain. Before too long, she frantically begins hitting her hand against Scootaloo's arm, the bell ringing thereafter-

Madden: Here is your winner, by SUBMISSIOOON...SCOOOOOOOOTALOOOOOOOO! -The crowd cheers as Scootaloo releases the hold, resting on one knee as the referee briefly holds her arm up-

Overdrive: Impressive win for Scootaloo.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-Before Scootaloo can celebrate, she is cut off by the familiar theme music of Diamond Tiara. She rolls her eyes tremendously as the fans begin to boo.

Not only Diamond Tiara, but Turf and Silver Spoon appear on stage WITHOUT their tag team titles. However, Turf does have her Boss Knuckles with her, and she shows us this by pounding it into her other hand again and again. Diamond is carrying a mic as her and her BFFs begin to slowly lurch their way down to the ring-

Diamond: Ah, Scootaloo….didn't you get the MESSAGE, you REJECT?! Nobody wants you heeere…..these losers…-she gestures to the fans-...they only cheer you because I'm too PRETTY to be cheered…

Silver Spoon: That's right! She's right!

Crowd: -after they stop booing- SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Scootaloo stands her ground in the middle of the ring, her eyes narrowed at her three nemesi-

Diamond: ….I guess you're adamant on being a thorn in my side FOREVER, aren't you?! -Scootaloo doesn't move a muscle, as Diamond looks behind her at Turf and Silver Spoon. She then looks back towards the ring, shrugging with a smile- Okay! -her gaze then turns sinister- I guess me and the champs are going to have to beat you within an inch of your pathetic LIFE! Then you'll wish you weren't so damn defiant! -she drops her mic, motioning towards Turf and Silver- COME ON! -All three of the Mean Girls step onto the apron, as Scootaloo glares a hole through each of them, the biggest hole belonging to Diamond-

Crowd: WE WANT BER-RY! A-AAND MAUD! WE WANT BER-RY! A-AAND MAUD! WE WANT BER-RY! A-AAND MAUD! WE WANT BER-RY! A-AAND MAUD!

-Before the three vicious vixens can enter the ring…-

*No chance in hell….* -the crowd erupts in cheers as Silver Spoon falls off the apron. Diamond's head whips back, her jaw dropping.

Filthy Rich appears on the ramp once again as Turf and Diamond jump off. Silver Spoon lays on her back as Filthy Rich powerwalks to the ring for the second time tonight. As he approaches Diamond she holds her arms out for a hug, to which Mr. Rich responds by walking right past her, up the steps, and into the ring. The fans pop big time-

Crowd: DA-DDY ISSUES! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* DA-DDY ISSUES! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* DA-DDY ISSUES! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* DA-DDY ISSUES! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Filthy Rich grabs a microphone for both her and Scootaloo-

Rich: Well! Looks like I'm gonna be making my rounds tonight! -the crowd cheers, as the smile leaves the face of Mr. Rich- Diamond Tiara...I am disappointed in you….-he gives the THE LOOK as the crowd "OOOOHHHH"s-

Crowd: YOU'RE IN TROU-BLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU'RE IN TROU-BLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU'RE IN TROU-BLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU'RE IN TROU-BLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Rich: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT SHE IS! -cheers- Diamond! On night ONE! I asked you VERY NICELY….to CONNECT with the fans! Get them to love you! Be a GOOD GIRL….but since I've left, you've done the complete OPPOSITE! Week after WEEK, you've berated them! And you've made THIS young woman's life…-he points his hand at Scootaloo- a living HELL! Now she's not the only one, but you've been hurting poor Scootaloo for YEARS. You're practically an ADULT now! But yet, you still continue to act like...a spoiled BRAT! -the crowd cheers as Diamond's jaw drops again-

Every father should be PROUD of their daughter, but...but I CAN'T. I CAN'T, Diamond! You've defiled the Rich name!

Diamond: Daddy! DADDY NOOO! -she sniffles multiple times-

Rich: SHUT UP! QUIT CRYING! I paid for your acting lessons, you know! And it was a waste of money, because you're not very good!

Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

Rich: Even worse….the two women to your sides….you've got THEM all rotten, too! Just imagine what their lives would be like….if you weren't whispering all this GARBAGE into their ears!

-Filthy is cut off as Turf picks up Diamond's dropped mic-

Turf: LISTEN, YOU SENILE OLD FUCK! ME AND 'SPOON ARE NOTHING WITHOUT DI! SHE'S OUR BEST FRIEND! SCOOTALOO DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE DIRT! SHE IS DIRT! AND YOU'RE OLD AS DI-

Rich: SHUUUUUUT UUUUUUUP! -the crowd cheers once again. Turf drops her mic in anger- My daughter isn't the only catalyst in this CRAP! The only reason you're even still a CHAMPION-the only reason my daughter WON last night, is because you cheated!

Turf: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DID! I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR DIAMOND!

Rich: Well isn't that sweet? Here's what your cheating gets you…...next week, you and Silver Spoon are going to defend your titles against Lyra and Bon Bon AGAIN…-crowd cheers-...in a TWO. OUT OF THREE. FALLS MATCH! -even more cheers as Turf becomes livid- Calm down there, sweetheart, you look like you're gonna pop a blood vessel….

Turf: YOU SUCK! YOU'RE THE WORST FATHER OF THE YEAR!

Rich: Heh. GOOD! I love recognition! Now, as for my beautiful princess….-Diamond shrinks a little as her father turns her attention to her again- You got off lucky last night, as I said...without firecrotch there, -he points to Turf- you likely would've lost….but you don't HAVE a championship...so how can I punish YOU?

Diamond: Don't, daddy! PLEASE don't!

Rich: You're not 7 anymore, that pouty CRAP doesn't work nowadays….hmm….you're too old for spankings….I can't take your money away, because, even through all your cheating, you HAVE been successful in the EWF….you've earned your dollar. So really...rather than punish you for your cheating….all I can think to do is REWARD instead….-crowd boos-

Diamond: YES DADDY! -she hops up and down- THANK YOU DADDY!

Rich: Hold on! I didn't say I was rewarding YOU….-the crowd is relieved to hear that- All I can think to do….is give Scootaloo a REMATCH with YOU! -cheers, as Scootaloo applauds-

Diamond: NO! I'VE PROVEN MYSELF AGAINST HER ALREADY!

-Scootaloo turns to Mr. Rich-

Scootaloo: Thank you, sir. I'll be sure to punish your daughter FOR YOU….and I know the PERFECT way….

Rich: I'd really appreciate that. I'm listening.

Scootaloo: First off-she rushes to the front of the ring- I'M STILL STANDING! No matter WHAT you three do, I will always get back up! That's what you bullies never seem to get! I'm not a scared little girl anymore! I can hurt you all just as much as you've hurt me! -She steps back by Mr. Rich as the crowd claps- Now, Mr. Rich...as you alluded to, your daughter has been putting me through hell for TEN YEARS now….but in ONE NIGHT...in just ONE NIGHT, I can exact even MORE HELL on her than she could ever IMAGINE! I can bring your daughter….to the third. Level. Of HELL! -crowd cheers-

Rich: Exciting! How do you plan to do that?

Scootaloo: It can't be done with just a single match….it could take up to...THREE matches….I call it: Three Stages of Hell!

Rich: How does it work?

Scootaloo: It's like a two out of three falls match, but each fall contains a different stipulation.

Rich: Wow! I love it! And rather than ponder for hours on end what three matches I could assign, I think, since it's YOUR creation….YOU should pick the three match types, Scootaloo. -a sly smirk crosses Scootaloo's face-

Scootaloo: I'm glad you've given me this task, because I've already got my choices. They all were born from hell that has occurred in my life in the past 24 hours….last night, your daughter beat me when Turf knocked me upside the head with her...what are they? BOSS Knuckles?

Turf: DAMN RIGHT, BITCH! I'M THE BOSS!

Scootaloo: First off, that's stupid. -the crowd cheers- Second off, in 4 weeks, your Boss Knuckles are going to hung HIGH up in the air….on a pole in a corner of the ring….whoever can scale the turnbuckles, and bring down with them the Boss Knuckles, wins the first fall. The winner can then use them in the NEXT fall….with those same Boss Knuckles last night, I was busted open, blood trickling down my face. When that happens to you, when you see your own blood...it changes you….and it's going to change one of us in Three Stages of Hell, Diamond...because the second stage...is First Blood! -cheers- Now, if either one of us wins the first two stages in a row, the third stage will not be necessary. You might not believe it, but I REAAAALLY want there to be a stage three, because stage three is the most HELLACIOUS of all! In my match with Fleur De Lis, I made her tap out with the Bow and Arrow. It was to send a message to YOU, Diamond! I would LOVE to make you tap out one day...and in due time...I PLAN to! The third stage of hell isn't going to be just a regular old submission match though, oh no...you deserve WAAAAY more hell than that….no….the third, the final stage...will be...an I. QUIT MATCH! -epic cheers- Straight from the 70's, we're going back in time! Quitting is the ULTIMATE tapout, Diamond, and to conquer that stage, one of us has to beat the other so MALICIOUSLY, so METHODICALLY...that they utter the words "I Quit"...two words...five letters. And those five letters...will your everlasting HELL, Diamond Tiara….because I WON'T QUIT! YOU MAY GRAB THE JEWELRY. YOU MAY MAKE ME BLEED. BUT I WILL NEVER QUIT TO ANYBODY, ESPECIALLY YOU! -the crowd cheers-

Mr. Rich: I'm….I'm in AWE! It's logical, it's well thought out! You usually don't say that about things as barbaric as pro wrestling, but I dig it! And so...I make it O-FFI-CIAL. In four weeks, at EWF: Frontline...it will be Scootaloo...vs Diamond Tiara...in three stages of HEEEEEEEELLL! -Diamond begins panting furiously, as Silver Spoon and Turf have to fan her with their hands-

Crowd: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

-Silver Spoon and Turf lead Diamond to the back as Scootaloo throws her arms in the air, before she shakes Mr. Rich's hand with a big grin-

*Commercial*

-We come back from commercial as Filthy Rich is walking with Silver Shill-

Rich: I know it's been a rough couple weeks for you...but you're a company man, Silver. I know that for a fact.

Silver: I am, Mr. Rich...it's just that this company seems to want to chew me up and spit me out.

Rich: I know. And I'm sorry. Things are going to be different now. Starting….-he and Silver stop in the interview area, where big men with the words "SECURITY" written in white on their black shirts are standing there- with THIS.

Silver: I...I don't think I follow.

Rich: You do your job well, Silver. You shouldn't have to feel pressured while you're doing it, either. These men are going to make sure of that. They are here to stop any unwanted physical upon yourself. During an interview, after an interview, even in between. Whether it be from the person, or persons you're interviewing, or any random superstar, they will make sure you leave every single show from here on our...without a scratch on your body.

Silver: I...thank you for the gesture, Mr. Rich, but...I don't want to seem like a coward or anything.

Rich: You're not a coward at ALL….you're an interviewer. A VITAL one, at that. I can't jeopardize your health here. Look, I'll add even more on...at ANY point, if ANY wrestler signed to this company...so much as lays a FINGER on you….they...will be TERMINATED.

Silver: Your...you're really willing to do all that...for me?

Rich: Absolutely! As I said, I respect you for what you've gone through, but to say it wasn't ridiculous would be a complete lie. I just want to make sure that doesn't happen again.

Silver: Th-...thank you, Mr. Rich!

Rich: Ah, no need to thank me. Just keep up the great work! -Mr. Rich walks off, as Silver looks off with a huge smile on his face. He turns around to gently wave at his new bodyguards, but they immediately take a defensive stance and look away from Silver-

Silver: Huh? -Silver turns around, and immediately begins trembling as both Shining Armor and Sunset Shimmer are shown to be standing in front of him. Sunset, of course, has the Eternal Womens title draped across her shoulder-

-Shining looks at both of Silver's bodyguards with a grumpy face-

Shining: You SCARED, Shill? You SHOULD be! In fact, you should be EMBARRASSED! You have to have your hand held by the boss himself….-Shining spits on Silver's shoes- PaTHETIC.

Sunset: We want that pipe back, by the way….-giggles- Shining likes to stick it in my most sensitive areas….

Shining: I guess I'll just have to use something else for now, baby…-Shining chuckles as he grabs a hold of Sunset's jacket, pulling her close to him as they begin to jam their tongues into each other's mouths.

-All of a sudden, Silver looks up, balling his fists up-

Silver: Hey! Could you two take that somewhere else?

-Shining releases Sunset's lips from his mouth, and he turns to glare at Silver again as Sunset puts her hands on her hips-

Shining: You take one cheap shot at me with a lead pipe...and all of a sudden you think you're hot shit?

Silver: This is MY interview station...please leave.

Shining: Not before I RIP YOUR THROAT OU- -One of the guards moves Silver behind him and his buddy as Shining leans in just a little too close. Shining backs away a few steps at the prospect of these intimidating bulls-

Sunset: He's not worth it, baaaby~...-Sunset pets the side of Shining's hair- Let's go and...prepare to address my people~

Shining: We'll address more than just your PEOPLE...I've got a little person in my pants that needs to be addressed…

-Sunset and Shining laugh as they walk off in unison. Silver peeks out from in between his bodyguards, as they each step aside to give him more room-

Silver: Th-...thanks, guys….-the guards say nothing. They only continue to cross their arms and scan the area. Silver nods one time and turns around-

-We cut back to the ring, where Lightning Dust is standing in the middle of it, both hands grasping a microphone-

Crowd: LIGHT-NING-DUST! LIGHT-NING-DUST! LIGHT-NING-DUST! LIGHT-NING-DUST!

Lightning: I stand before you all, bruised, disappointed….and foolish. But above all else...I am PROUD. Because LAST NIGHT...Final Reckoning, was a turning point in my career….for I realized, once and for all, every mistake I've been making, for the past three months. And it's ALL thanks...to ONE woman...and I'd like that woman...to come down here right now….Twilight. I've got something I'd like to say to you….-the crowd basks in the tension, and after a slight pause-

*A hundred thousand stories….have filled my head….* -vast amount of cheerage, as Lightning Dust smiles, her hands being put into the pockets of her gray hoody.

Twilight walks to the ring with a slight smile on her face, as she lightly touches hands with the fans in the front row, before entering the ring, Lightning Dust fetching her a mic, and giving it to her-

Twilight: I know why you called my down here, Lightning Dust...and I'm glad you're doing this. Regardless, I was going to come out here soon enough anyway, because I'VE got something I need to let out, as well. So, thank you.

Lightning: -shakes her head slowly- No, Twilight….thank YOU. -crowd cheers- No more bullshit, alright? Thank YOU, for last night…

Twilight: You're making it sound like we were on a date. -giggles-

Lightning: Heh….not quite. See, we've been doing this for a while...so much so, I'm starting to think we're DESTINED...to be standing in this ring, across from one another. Night after night, week after week, month after month, year after year. You and me. Twilight Sparkle, and Lightning Dust. We've main evented ALL of the first three EWF pay per views. Made a lot of history together, you and me. We've accomplished SO much together, in just a three month time span. It's incredible to me.

Twilight: We have, haven't we?

Lightning: -nods- We have….along this journey of ours….look, I'll be completely honest….I've been a real bitch. A real no-good, stubborn bitch. And you know why….everybody here knows my story, ESPECIALLY you, Twilight. As a child, even up until...really 3 months ago, when this show debuted, everyone around me was getting success, everyone around me had reached that brass ring, everyone that I knew was making waves, in whatever they were doing…but not me. And that's always….ALWAYS...threw me for a loop. I'm greedy, and I always want more. And yet, I never got a damn thing, and it had been eating me up for YEARS. YEARS and YEARS. But then, the first day of 2014….I achieved something that NOBODY else that comes through this company can attest to...I become the FIRST champion EVER...in EWF. -cheers- FINALLY! I was the one everybody was talking about! Nobody expected me to win! They all had their money on Sunset, or Scootaloo...or even YOU. But I bided my time, and I eliminated you, and I was the MAN, relatively speaking. I felt on top of the world. But you know what happens to EVERYBODY that lets that get to their head? Their world comes crashing down...right on top of them. It all began at Proving Grounds. That was our first one on one match, and I get goosebumps thinking about it to this day...I thought you were kind of annoying at this point, but DAMN..did you show me something...A LOT of something! We took each other to our absolute LIMITS. But then, everything changed…Luna, Swirlinaitis, they came down, and I knew something was up. And something was...for reasons I didn't understand, and never will, because their logic is screwed up to me….they cost me my championship. The championship that made me feel special, the championship that made me feel worthy, the championship that made me feel...COMPLETE. They SNATCHED it right out of my hands! And who was at the helm? Who was the one that pinned me that night?...it was you, Twilight. My opinion of you changed, from annoying...to downright hatred. Surely you can see why. I mean, you took my championship. It was blind rage, but it made perfect sense to me. I mean, how could I trust you? Your friends kept telling me to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I didn't really know too much about you. At CHS, I was an athlete, and you were a MATHlete. We were complete polar opposites. One thing we have in common, though, Twilight….is a PASSION for this business. I was overlooking one thing about Proving Grounds. I lost my title; I was LIVID...but it was an amazing match. The outcome just unsettled me. It unnerved me. So, naturally, my frustration went to you.

You started telling me, every week that I can trust you. That Luna was messing with both of us, and that you didn't want to fight for her, you wanted to fight for the EWF. Looking back on it, it's all very noble, but all my rage would not allow me to see past that. Time after time, I would take it upon myself to berate you, in this ring, and outside of it, not knowing, or really caring about how it would make YOU feel...to be falsely accused of something. It must've sucked.

Twilight: It did.

Lightning: You kept your composure for the longest time, wishing me good luck, complimenting me on my ability. It all just seemed so phony to me. You were holding MY championship, and you have the GALL to stand there and LIE to my FACE?! I wasn't just going to win my championship back...I was going to END you, Twilight. We arrive at Retribution, an appropo name, where once again, I'm left speechless. I mean, I despise you beyond all comparison, but at the same time, you've amazed me yet again in this ring. All that goes to shit, though, when three young woman from little league decide to get the jump on me. Your little brother betrays you, and once again, you are knocked out, as your arm is draped over me, my hopes of reclaiming my title destroyed yet again. You must have felt awful. Not only because it was yet another farce of an ending, but...your little brother just turned his back on you! Me being the jackass I was, though, didn't stop to think about that. It was all about me, and you've still got my title, so your state of mind is irrelevant to me. I made a few friends, like Rarity, Fluttershy, and Cadance. Cadance sympathized with me, for she too has had her fair share of things ripped away from her. Rarity listened to my woes, and Fluttershy always comforted me. But they would all tell me the same garbage: that Twilight Sparkle is a good person, and it made me hate you even more. The fact that you could get people to buy into your lies made me sick. At this point, I'm not thinking about myself as much. I want to take that title to stick it to you, to Swirlinaitis, to Luna, and as a moral prize for my new friends. And then...for the first time...I saw it. That fire in your eyes. You had finally had enough of my crap. Took a while, too. You had a chip on your shoulder. You had to retain your title without the unwanted help of those assholes, or else your credibility to fall lick the stock market. Tensions were as high as they ever were as we headed into Final Reckoning, as we both realized that something had to give. The time for talk was officially over.

It was showtime. The stars were aligned last night. It's funny, because right before it was our time to strut our stuff, the woman who caused me to think the way I do, Rainbow Dash, won the World Fighters championship in a SPECTACULAR ladder match. -cheers- And she did it with a damn near busted leg, and without ANY assistance….-she turns towards the camera- Rainbow Dash: Right now, I'd like to personally congratulate you. Everyone said it was only a matter of time before you reached your full potential...and last night...you did. And to be honest...I shed a tear, and I was the one clapping the loudest in the back when you pulled that title down. I truly am happy for you. You deserve it, you awesome chick….after that emotion fest, I wanted to close out the evening with winning back MY championship. Things started to turn sour right away, when I refused to shake your hand. Why should I have? I didn't trust you one BIT. And then...something unthinkable for me happened...the crowd...booed….I was FURIOUS. Furious that you got this crowd to turn on me! You are a master manipulator, that's for sure. All that hatred boiled over, and it let to, in my opinion, the BEST match we've ever had…-crowd cheers-

Crowd: IT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* IT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* IT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* IT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Lightning: You're god damn RIGHT it was...I thought everything had taken a turn for the worse when, for the second month in a row, The Sword showed up to ruin everything. With no other choice, it seems we have to come together to get rid of them, so we can finish our story once and for all. I'm not the best at math, but 3 of them, vs 2 of us doesn't work out very good for us, especially after we had been in such a grueling match. Luckily, your old friends, and my NEW friends came to help us. Things got even better as you were reunited with your brother. Let's just forget about the fact that he was about to hit me with a steel chair. That doesn't matter. You had to rush him away in order to get back to the match, but you were too late. Fluttershy was down, Cadance was down, Rarity was down, even I was down. And then...you were down. And then down came Sunset Shimmer to the ring to crush both of our dreams yet again…and she pinned YOU, after you had essentially been given the axe by Luna. You defied her will, and so she defied you your championship.

And now...we are both two pissed off, yet humbled women. And as we stand here, equal, I must say this….Twilight Sparkle...I respect you. -crowd applauds heavily, as Twilight begins to wipe her eyes- You have singlehandedly made me change the way I think, the way I operate. Whether you did it to make me a better person, or just to get me to stop accusing you, I will forever be appreciative. I am no longer the cunty, apprehensive little girl I used to be. Because of you, I am more accepting, more inviting, more focused, more caring, more forgiving, and lastly, more thankful….thank you, -she holds out her hand- Twilight…

Crowd: THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Twilight immediately shakes Lightning's hand, pulling her into a warm embrace. Lightning is caught off guard at first, but she accepts it, putting her arms around Twilight, and patting her back-

Twilight: You are welcome, Lightning...and yes, that was my goal. To get you to trust me. And you showed me how willing you were last night, when we stood side by side against The Sword.

Lightning: Well, you've succeeded….you've cracked my shell. You've brought the best out of me. But don't you dare think our story ends yet!

Twilight: About that, Lightning...I-

Lightning: Just listen to me a little bit more, alright? We stood side by side last night, but it was the LAST thing on this earth that I wanted to be doing. After our wars these past three months, I wouldn't mind doing it again…-the crowd cheers-...even if I DID mind, it doesn't matter. This is something we HAVE to do!

Twilight: What do you mean?

Lightning: You've got a championship match tonight. Do you REALLY think that's going to go your way? Filthy Rich is back, sure, but there is no stopping Luna from making it a No DQ match, which would allow The Sword to come down and fuck everything up, and cost you the victory. You can't overlook this! I know you want your title back, so do I, but The Sword can deny it all they WANT...they are Luna's hounds, and they will strike when she tells them too! With them around, we have to face facts...neither one of us is going to be winning the Eternal Womens championship. Luna will do EVERYTHING in her power to make sure that we FAIL...every. Chance. We GET. And taking her out won't help, all she ever does is hide in her office, same for Swirlinaitis. Sunset's the champion, and she's protected by Luna and The Sword. The way I see it, we are not going to get another opportunity to win back our title until we take out the insurance policy...we must destroy The Sword! -crowd cheers- It's the only way! If we take them out, there's nobody to protect Sunset. Me and you can have ourselves a Number 1 Contenders match, and no matter WHO wins, doesn't matter, because we'll take the title off Sunset, and then FINALLY, we can rid the EWF of Luna and Star Swirlinaitis. Lunacy will be a place where you have to succeed on your OWN, without help. Luna has this place turned upside down! She thinks she's bulletproof! Well let's prove her wrong! And that starts, with putting dents...in The Sword! What do ya say?

Twilight: I can see your heart is set on this.

Lightning: Absolutely!

Twilight: ….There is nothing else in this world I would want any more right now, than to help you take down The Sword, and ultimately, Luna. She has done nothing but corrupt this brand. She has literally, turned Lunacy into a mad-house. It is wrong on so many levels, and I would love nothing more than to stop her. But as I've been trying to say….that is beyond my reach.

Lightning: What? What are you talking about?! If you're saying we're outnumbered, yeah we are! We've got FRIENDS, though...people that Luna has screwed, too! They'll help us!

Twilight: No...it's not that. Do you remember the conversation we had...this time last month?

Lightning: We've done so much talking tonight ALONE, that it's hard to remember the details. What was it about?

Twilight: The most important part about it, was when I said I would give you a rematch. But I put in a special caveat in our match in order to push myself. I said if there was any interference in our match….I would leave. -Lightning's jaw slightly drops- Do you remember what happened last night?

Lightning: I….I…

Twilight: There was an ABUNDANCE of interference. Cadance, Rarity, Fluttershy, even Spike. The first ones to strike, as you said, were The Sword. I knew it immediately at that time, because I remember what I had said. Maybe some members of the audience did as well. To anybody that has forgotten, however...I came out here to make it official…

Crowd: NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY!

Twilight: …..I….am leaving the Eternal Wrestling Federation, effective…..immediately...I made a promise, and I intend to keep it….I'm...sorry, Lightning Dust….-Twilight sets her mic on the mic, and exits the ring. The crowd chants "PLEASE DON'T GO" as Lightning steps up to the ropes, grabbing them with her hands, a sorrowful and worried expression on her face-

Lightning: TWILIGHT! PLEASE! WE CAN DO THIS! WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER!

-Twilight never looks back. She continues to walk out of the arena with her head sunken-

Lightning: -practically wailing- TWIIIILIIIIIIGHT! DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I NEED YOU!

-We go to commercial with the lasting image of Twilight walking through the curtain to the back-

-Back from commercial, we see Rumble snapping selfies in the middle of the ring, his championship around his waist. He has a microphone in the other hand-

Rumble: After Final Reckoning, I think it should be academic. Not only am I the most GORGEOUS...but I am the most IMPRESSIVE champion, in AAAALLL of EWF. -mostly cheers- My match stole the show, and put the male roster on everybody's radar. Me and my opponents...mostly I, did things the likes of which you people have never even SEEN before...that should be expected when it comes to Prince Pretty, but last night, I really turned it up a notch. I think there should be NO DOUBTS, that I don't need ANYBODY to be a self-told success story in this business. I don't have to be HANDED a victory, and I DEFINITELY don't have to suck up to anybody. All I need...is ME. Sometimes...it's a lot to handle...but I'm used to it. And by now, I'm used to TWO things: Proving everybody wrong, even in the toughest scenarios, and DOMINATING all my fellow male superstars. They can't touch me in the LOOKS department, nor in this ring. I haven't been PINNED since WINNING this title, which isn't really saying much….the truth is, there just isn't any competition for me anymore! I've beaten EVERYONE that has been put in front of me! That is why, tonight...I'm issuing..an OPEN CHALLENGE...any uggo from the back that I HAVEN'T beat, because I can't keep count at this point...come on out, but make it snappy. I've got a flight to Brazil to board in less than an hour….

-Rumble begins taking selfies again, as he awaits his eventual opponent-

*Since they wanna know…* -Rumble turns away from his phone, quirking an eyebrow, as quite a few fans begin to cheer-

Vultarian: It's….Gizmo.

-Gizmo steps out onto the ramp. He flicks his head back, which causes his hoody on his new robe to fall back off his head. His look has changed excessively since we last saw him. He now has a big white towel stuffed into his hoody, and he has lost the glasses, as he now wears contacts. His boxing gloves are gone, and he has black and white striped bandages around his thighs. His head is also shaved. Even Geri is gone. Rumble begins to chuckle as Gizmo makes his way down to the ring, all purpose. He gets in the ring, grabbing a mic-

Gizmo: Don't worry….I'll make this quick.

Rumble: You've GOT to be kidding! I've already beaten you, UgGIZMO! Why the sudden confidence?

Gizmo: You beat GIZMO….I'm not Gizmo anymore….I'm Giz Hero.

Rumble: Pffft! WHAT?! That's RIDICULOUS!

Giz Hero: And I'm confident because I've revamped my style, since my old approach to the squared circle wasn't working out. I'm not nervous anymore. I know I can make it to the top, and make my grandfather proud.

Rumble: You should've just stayed home, nerdling. No amount of physical training could prepare you for The Definition of Delish. New identity or not, the result will be the same.

-Gizmo takes off his towel and robe, throwing them to the outside, seemingly done talking. He steps back into his corner, stretching by putting his arms behind him on the top rope-

Match 3: Giz Hero vs Rumble

-As the bell rings, Rumble takes off his ostrich-feather jacket and lays both it and his phone in the corner. As he turns around, he is met with the bicep of Gizmo, who had ran full-speed at him and twisted in mid-air as he jumped, executing a completely devastating uppercut. Rumble's back collides with the turnbuckles, and he collapses onto the mat. Gizmo wastes no time in turning Rumble onto his back, and hooking his leg-

*1….2….3!* -the crowd goes nuts as the bell rings. Gizmo, however, is calm and collected as he gets to his feet-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNERRRR...GIZ. HEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOO!

Overdrive: Wow. What an upset.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-The referee raises Giz Hero's arm, which prompts him to raise his arm in the air, fists balled, and he pumps his forearms back in forth, sort of like two cannons going off.

The crowd chants "GIZ HE-RO" as Giz picks up Rumble's title, and stands over Rumble's body. He takes a long look at the title, before raising it in the air with one arm, while also raising his other arm. He then lays the title on Rumble's stomach, and pumps his forearms again in his face before leaving the ring-

-We see a replay from last week's unforgettable debut for the Wythyst Family, capped off with the destruction of Twist. We see a hud, letting us know that Amay Wythyst will be competing in her debut match later tonight-

*And now….it's all o-ver now….* -a Hiroshima-like explosion of boos goes off-

Madden: Please welcome, SHINING ARMORRR...AND, theeeeee NEEEEEEEEWWWW...ETERNAL. WOMEEEEEEENS CHAMPIIIOOON….SUNSEEEEET...SHIIIIIMMMMERRR!

Vultarian: Sunset looks beautiful with that title hoisted across her shoulder.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Sunset and Shining both enter the ring, and are immediately given microphones before they have to threaten someone to get them. Sunset is wearing blue jeans and a black halter top that is cut off down to her belly button and shows a LOT of cleavage-

Shining: I understand that some people...are calling my girl a cheap champion…-cheers- that she STOLE the Eternal Womens championship, last night at Final Reckoning….-more cheers- Hell that's a word that seems to be SYNONYMOUS...with Sunset Shimmer. She stole the Crater Chick championship...she stole me! But the fact is...my Sunny EARNS...EVERYTHING that comes her way...my Sunny DESERVES...EVERYTHING that comes her way. -boos-

Crowd: SHE EARNED NO-THING! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHE EARNED NO-THING! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHE EARNED NO-THING! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHE EARNED NO-THING! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Shining: You can boo it, you can chant your worthless CRAP! But at the end of the day...Sunset Shimmer is better than ALL of you…-boos- Every wrestler in the back, and every one of you douchebags, too…-even more boos-

Crowd: SUNSET'S BITCH! SUNSET'S BITCH! SUNSET'S BITCH! SUNSET'S BITCH!

Sunset: No, no, see...that's where you're all wrong...Shining isn't like that pathetic urchin Flash Sentry...he is NOBODY's bitch. -Shining shakes his head- And I DID earn him...and I've earned EVERYTHING that has come my way here in the EWF...I took out Cadance when she won the Crater Chick championship...it's like when a muscular warrior comes into the Coliseum...and kills a bunch of lions. He earned the right to marry the King's daughter. It's simply a matter of TAKING something with FORCE. There's NOTHING wrong with it...in fact, that's why I'm better than everybody else on this roster! I see something, I just...take it. -shrugs- Just like that. Nothing fancy. I access...and I attack, and that's why, whether you people like it or not, I stand before you, here tonight...your NEW...ETERNAL. WOMENS….champion. And I'm more deserving than ANYBODY else….it should've been ME vs Twilight all along! Scratch that-I...should've been the one to pin Lightning Dust at Proving Grounds...Twilight NEVER should've had the chance to be the face of Lunacy! But….Luna took a chance, and though I respect her more than anybody else, it didn't work out. Twilight was insubordinate, and had OTHER ideas...that makes her unworthy of this championship. I'm a team player! I follow instructions! And Twilight, if you would've just went along with the plan, Luna would've guaranteed you a run with this titles for YEARS. It's a good thing you went rogue, however, because now...Lunacy has a deserving champion to call its own. I'd like to thank Ms. Luna for finally seeing what I knew all along...that I am the PERFECT representative, to lead Monday Night Lunacy. When I pinned Twilight Sparkle last night, the future of Lunacy was set in stone. And the future, is looking GREAT…-smirks-

Shining: With that in mind, as the champ...Sunset can do WHAT she wants….WHEN she wants….

Sunset: -giggles- That's right….

Shining: And when she became Crater Chick champion, me and her made HEADLINES, when I attempted to have a LIVE...sex celebration….with my love kitten, Sunset…-Shining runs his finger down Sunset's bare chest, ending at her belly button, which he inserts his finger into- It was the most WATCHED segment in EWF HISTORY...FACT. Well, being the overachievers we are...we figured we might as out-do ourselves….so right now...I want Sunset to finish me off…-Sunset laughs, as Shining turns towards her. Sunset runs a hand down his arm, swaying her hips and baring her tongue- I want to have UNINTERRUPTED SEX! Right here, right now...LIVE. -he turns towards the timekeeper- So chumpstain, get me a chair!

-The timekeeper rushes over handing Shining his chair. Shining places it in the middle of the ring-

Shining: Let's show them how it's done, baby….

-Sunset lays her title on the mat, Shining raising his arms as Sunset helps him take off his shirt. She throws the shirt aside as Shining sits down on the chair, Sunset running her hands through his hair. Sunset leans in, sharing a few second of tongue action with Shining, before wrapping her legs over his, and sitting on his lap. Shining runs his tongue up Sunset's chest. Sunset dips herself backwards as Shining places his hands in the small of her back, Shining getting a good view of her bare essentials as Sunset makes her way back up to his face. They begin making out as…-

*It seems you're waiting for nothing…* -the crowd erupts in cheers as Sunset angrily moves her head to the ramp. Shining begins to visibly curse as Sunset remains seated on his lap.

Cadance appears on the ramp, first walking, and then sprinting down to the ring. Sunset gets off of her seat, and picks up the Eternal Womens championship. She rushes at Cadance with it as she enters the ring, but Cadance ducks and sends Sunset vaulting over the top rope with her title. Cadance then turns around to meet Shining, who falls to the mat and begins scooting to the ropes on his ass, his hands up-

Cadance: AHAHA! WHERE YA GOING, SHIIIIINY?! Don't you wanna get NAKED FOR ME?! -Cadance grabs at Shining's testicles, as the crowd is split between cheering and cringing. Cadance works towards taking off a squirming Shining's belt, which she soon does. She then tries her best to unbutton Shining's blue jeans, but it is proven she took too much time, as Sunset has now re-enter the ring and taken Cadance down to the mat by hitting her in the back of the head with the Eternal Womens championship.

Shining backs away from Cadance as Sunset picks up Shining's belt, and begins whipping Cadance with it across her back. She then wraps it across Cadance's throat, and begins choking her with it, the crowd booing immensely, Shining cheering her on all the way.

Sooner or later, an abundance of referees have to come down to get Sunset off of Cadance. Luckily, she complies, and grabs both Shining's belt and her own belt, and leaves the ring with Shining. They begin walking up the ramp as referees check on Cadance, who is coughing consistently, and has red welts on her back-

Overdrive: A vicious attack by Sunset here tonight.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-Sunset and Shining look back at the ring, Shining chuckling and Sunset smiling as they are happy to see Cadance in her current state. Shining then picks up Sunset, tongue wrestling with her as a few doctors have now come down to the ring to examine Cadance-

-We see Lyra and Bon Bon skipping hand-in-hand backstage. It looks like one of them are coming out to the ring for action next-

-Back from commercial, we see Lyra and Bon Bon hopping onto the ring apron to do their usual entrance. They enter one foot into the ring, but before they can engage in their pre-match kiss, we hear creepy piano keys, and many images flashing very fast, last ending with a shot of Ericka Rowan's sheep mask. The lantern is lit, as the image of The Wythyst Family graces us once again-

Amay: …..We're here…..-Amay blows the lantern out-

-Before we know it, the crowd is unglued as the familiar guitar riff begins playing. We soon see the lantern begin to light up to darkened arena, as Amay Wythyst is revealed as the carrier. Rowan stands to her left, and Harper to her right. Amay smiles wickedly as she makes her way down to the ring. The camera pans across the arena, as an array of camera lights are shown to be lightning Amay's way to the ring.

Speaking of Amay, we revert back to ringside, where she is just now sitting down in her rocking chair. She rocks back a few times, before blowing out the lantern.

As the lights come on, we see Harper and Rowan in the ring. Rowan throws off her sheep mask, as Harper gets up from her kneeling position. Harper immediately takes down Lyra with a big boot, sending her out to the floor, while Rowan kicks Bon Bon in the gut with her boot. Harper then runs over to help club on Bon Bon, along with Rowan.

Harper goes behind Bon Bon and locks her in a full nelson while Rowan knocks her in the face with her fists. Harper then lets go to knock Bon Bon in the neck while Rowan continuously knees her in the gut until she is face-first on the mat. We get a shot of behind Wythyst's chair, as she is watching her children take down their target.

Harper wraps her big forearms around Bon Bon's neck as Rowan stomps on her gut. Harper then mounts the back of Bon Bon and grabs her hair with one hand, clubbing her with the other forearm across the side of the head. Amay looks on with an emotionless face, as her snakeskin fedora is covering her eyes.

Harper turns Bon Bon over onto her back, as she is clearly choking her with both hands. Rowan grabs a hold of one of her legs, as Harper begins shoving her to the ropes using only her head, Bon Bon soon landing on the floor outside the ring.

Harper and Rowan go over to the ropes, looking out at Amay for approval. Amay gives it to them in the form of nods. We get closeups on the looks of Harper and Rowan as Amay enters the ring, instructing them to leave. At this time, Lyra crawls back into the ring. She sees the state Bon Bon is in on the other side of the ring, and she screams. She turns to meet Amay on her knees, hatred in her eyes...but Amay is laughing. Cackling, more precisely.

Amay gets on Lyra's level, dropping to her own knees, and outstretching her arms, still cackling with her head held up to look above. Her head snaps down to look at Lyra, her eyes wide-

Amay: Your loved one has fallen! Do you dare wish to avenge her?!

Lyra: I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU FOR DOING THAT TO HER!

-Amay's smile drops, and her arms fall to her side-

Amay: Young lady...you cannot kill...what's already DEAD. -Lyra's eyes now bulge, as she gets to her feet. She backs up into a corner- You, however, are mortal….and you'll suffer the same fate as her….-Amay now gets to her feet, throwing off her fedora and jacket, and tossing them outside the ring. Lyra gulps as the referee rings the bell-

Match 4: Amay Wythyst w/ The Family vs Lyra w/ Bon Bon*

-6 minutes later-

-Amay has Lyra in a corner. She runs at her, but Lyra moves out of the way, Amay's chest colliding with the top turnbuckle. Amay quickly recovers, however, and as Lyra is running the ropes, Amay launches herself at Lyra, knocking the wind out of her with a running cross body. The audience "OHHH"s at the impact, but then claps at the move.

Amay covers Lyra, but only gets a two-

-5 minutes later-

-Lyra cranes Amay's neck, looking to connect with the Corgscrew Neckbreaker, but Amay knees Lyra in the gut, wrapping an arm around her neck and lifting her into the air and dropping her to the mat with a bone-jarring side slam.

Amay then moves over to the turnbuckles, away from Lyra. She takes one of her boots and taps the tip of it against the mat about a dozen times, before dipping her head back with holding onto the top rope. Once she sees Lyra making her way to her feet, she rushes over and picks her up, cradling her neck with one arm as she dips Lyra. She then cradles her head with the other arm, kissing her forehead, and then driving Lyra face first into the mat with a Swinging reverse STO. The crowd counts along with the referee as he makes the three count, Amay's unusual pin being broken up as the bell rings-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNER….AMAAAAY...WYTHYST!

-Amay gets back up to her feet as Harper and Rowan re-enter the ring. Bon Bon leans in and grabs Lyra out of the ring, tending to her with hugs and kisses outside as Amay is walking around the ring with a microphone in her hand now-

Amay: They been LYIIIIN' to you, man...there ain't no such thing, as a HERO! Not anymore….-chuckles-...but you…-points at random members of the crowd- and you, and you, and you! You have become...ADDICTED...to the ALLUSION, of what a hero is! You've become ADDICTED, to the allusion...of what a hero does for you! You think, you need someone, to pat you on the back...you think you need someone to tuck you in bed at night, kiss you on the cheek, and tell you...that EVERYTHING...is alriiiight…-more laughter- But everything...everything...everything-EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING IS NOT ALRIIIGHT! -deep breath- What if I was to tell you...that the man...who made you...is a LIAR...heheh...what if I was to tell you...that your own FLESH, and BLOOD, would turn their back on you! -chuckles- I...would never turn my back on you…-puts her hand over her heart- And maybe...maybe the answers you have been seeking, have been slappin' you right in the FAAACE! Or maybe…-steps back- JUST maybe I, AMAY WYTHYST! THE EATER OF WORLDS! Have been the answer...aaaalllll aloooong~...HAHAHAHAHAHA! -Rowan walks up from behind Amay and places a hand on her shoulder. Amay ceases laughing to turn around, noticing that Bon Bon is now glaring a hole through her and her family on the apron.

Harper and Rowan block the path to Amay as Bon Bon has a steel chair in hand. Amay gets between her two followers and tells them to back away, they do. Amay outstretches her arms, smiling at Bon Bon-

Amay: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! IS THIS WHAT YOU DESIIIIRE?! I will give it to you….-Bon Bon nods furiously as Harper and Rowan exit the ring- I'm right here waiting! -the crowd begins cheering as Amay's eyes bulge in excitement- I'M RIGHT HERE WAITING! COME AND GET IT! I'M RIGHT HERE! -Bon Bon contemplates this, but she ultimately enters the ring with the chair as Amay closes her eyes with a grin.

Amay: BRING IT!...WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! -Harper and Rowan begin to circle across the ring and make their way over to Bon Bon's side- WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR-COME ON! -Bon Bon begins looking outside at Rowan and Harper, which turns out to be a huge mistake as Amay runs at Bon Bon, hitting her in the corner with a Body Avalanche, the move she was unable to hit on Lyra earlier in their match.

Amay now begins to pummel Bon Bon with right hands in the corner to the gut, and then to the back as Harper and Rowan re-enter the ring. Harper and Rowan take over with caveman-like clubs to the back as Amay walks to the middle of the ring. Harper begins grinding Bon Bon's face into the mat with screams as Rowan continues to club, this time on her lower-back. Harper continues to make the noises of pain that Bon Bon should be making as she and Rowan each begin to lift Bon Bon arm with an arm.

Amay awaits her prey with a still emotionless face. But unlike Maud, this is a downright horrifying type of emotionless glare. Harper and Rowan drag Bon Bon to Amay, whom she gladly takes in the same position as Lyra with a wide smile. And just like Lyra, Amay lays a kiss upon Bon Bon's head, her eyes rolling in the back of her own head for a second before she swings her down into the mat with a Swinging Reverse STO, just as deadly as the one beforehand.

Amay stares down at the fallen Bon Bon before looking out into the crowd on one knee. The crowd continues to cheer as Amay smiles at them. Amay moves her kneeling position over to the side of Bon Bon rather than by her legs as Harper and Rowan stand tall right by her side. Amay picks the microphone back up, as she picks Bon Bon's head off the ground with her other hand-

Amay: -with the microphone upside down, an unorthodox way of addressing somebody- You...are not...the truth we seek…-she then looks into the camera- TWIST….follow...the buzzards…-she then begins cackling madly as she lets the mic slip right out of her hands. -she lets go of Bon Bon's head, outstretching her arms yet again in front of her disciples, Rowan and Harper, the crowd still cheering strongly. It is a great shot as the camera pans under the chin of Amay, as we witness the titans Rowan and Harper standing tall, along with Amay, even though she is not standing, she is dominant in her message, as well as her debut-

*DEH!*

-Coming back from commercial, we hear Bill Nyeker's theme song playing through the arena as Bill is in his sweater vest in front of his desk and chalkboard, microphone in hand. In front of his desk sit two desks that were made to accommodate bodies. Dance Fever and Clip Clop are filling their desks in their new school outfits of a white collared shirt and a black tie, as well as black dress pants. Very simple, but certainly a new look for the former members of the Oddities. Microphones lay on their desks-

Nyeker: CLASS...IS IN SESSION! Pencils down, cell phones and Chromebooks OFF-EYES. ON. ME….-the crowd boos as Nyeker grabs his ruler, slamming it across his desk- I am Bill Nyeker, YOUR TEACHER, and last night I at Final Reckoning I am proud to say that I taught Hugh Jelly a LESSON...and he FAILED the exam, and thus, flunked OUT...of my classroom. And I'm NOT….letting him back in…

Crowd: WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE!

Nyeker: EXACTLY! He was without a doubt a WASTE OF SPACE...one thing you all SHOULD care about, however, is the fact that we have two NEW STUDENTS joining us today...and yes, they are PERMANENT additions to the classroom...GENTLEMEN! Please, come up to the board, and write your names down so everyone can learn them. This is a VERY important process in joining my classroom.

-Nyeker steps aside as Clip Clop walks up to the board, grabbing the chalk and writing down his name. He steps aside with a straight face, revealing his name to be "Dwight Dawson."-

Nyeker: -nods in approval- Very nice. And could you please tell the class why you have decided to join?

Dwight: -picking up his mic- Certainly, sir. First off, I would like to apologize...when I was last in your classroom, I slammed you through your own desk. I know how much teachers value their storage spaces for papers and whatnot, so I would like to say...I'm sorry.

Nyeker: It is okay, Mr. Dawson...we all learn from our mistakes.

Dwight: Yes, sir. As for the reason why I joined your class….I was tired of being a laughing stock.

Nyeker: And as a former clown, that is sure to come with the job, correct?

Dwight: Well, my job WAS to make people LAUGH, yes...but upon entering the EWF, I quickly realized that I was only being laughed at because I was...well, a waste a space, as you said Hugh Jelly was. I wanted to be taken seriously. I am NOT a joke! Deep down, I don't even HAVE a sense of humor! I am MEAN, and VILE, and NASTY! And after spending time with these...these PARASITES known as the EWF fans, I felt it was long overdue to let my true colors bleed out. -the crowd boos-

Nyeker: VERY well said, Mr. Dawson...anything else?

Dwight: I would just like to point out, that, when me and my fellow classmate attacked Hugh Jelly, we were acting on our own accord….Mr. Nyeker did not lure us away from The Oddities. We had come to the conclusion that we were to break out for some time….

Nyeker: Thank you for being honest with me, Mr. Dawson….you may take your seat.

Dwight: Thank you, sir….-Dwight goes to sit down again. Dance Fever waltzes up to the chalkboard, picking up the same chalk and writing his name on the board. When he steps aside upon finishing, we see that his name is "Xavier Kendrick."-

Nyeker: And Mr. Kendrick, why have you chosen to enroll yourself in my classroom?

Xavier: First, I would like to expand upon what Dwight said. He is 100 percent correct. Up until last night, we have it on good authority that you hated us just as much as Hugh Jelly…

Nyeker: Eureka! In fact, my next target was YOU, Mr. Kendrick...I was setting my sights on damaging YOUR arm after I had disposed of Hugh Jelly.

Xavier: I figured as much. Us attacking Hugh Jelly was our way of proclaiming to the world that we weren't going to let you laugh at us any longer! Clapping to the ring with that ridiculous theme music, off-key dancing, Dwight and I are BETTER than that! That's why we joined with YOU Mr. Nyeker...our confidence was at an all-time low. We thought feuding with you was what The Oddities needed to get back into the limelight...heck, Dwight and I obtained the opportunity to fight for the Combo of Carnage championship! And then you interfered, and our hopes were demolished...but where was Hugh Jelly during all that chaos? Hmm? Where was the goofball that Dwight and I thought was going to help us launch our careers into the next stratosphere? Silly dancing or not, Dwight and I actually BELIEVED in him for the longest time….we actually CARED about putting SMILES on you fools' faces! We didn't worry about that too much….but last night, you RIPPED the rose colored glasses off of our eyes, Mr. Nyeker, when you so brutally and decisively defeated the man that we trusted….now we don't trust the word "trust" as much anymore….

-Dwight stands up-

Dwight: Where did dancing and clapping and making balloon animals get us? Nowhere! It didn't please ANY of you, so why should we care? Xavier and I looked at Mr. Nyeker….he used to be one of us….and obviously he felt the same way we did….he heard the laughter, or rather, the SILENCE in due time when our entrance music would hit...it got to him, so he DID something about it! He used his glorious brain, and came up with an INGENIOUS way to get all the attention on solely HIM. Mr. Nyeker's career resurgence OPENED OUR EYES, and now...we can gladly say that we would trade in all of our afro picks, our squeezable red noses, our squirt guns, our throwable pies, our Bee Jees cassettes-

Nyeker: Actually, AT LEAST keep those….they're classics!

Xavier: -nods- ALL of our past lives' essentials we would, and HAVE traded in...for the opportunity to perform under the tutelage...of the man who SURVIVED the career CANCER...known as the Oddities...Mr. Bill...Nyeker! -Xavier and Dwight lay down their microphones, clapping-

Dwight: For he has the CURE! And he has already begun sharing with us, its wonders...we've already learned SO much from this man….and the more we learn, the more deadly we become, because now we SHARE Mr. Nyeker's message! You know what? I'm tired of all you people texting, or taking a restroom break during our matches! Mr. Nyeker has taught us to RAISE OUR VOICES! To SPEAK UP! To LASH OUT when necessary! And we will use these tools when needed…

Xavier: You didn't respect us before….but you will now…-smirks- The Oddities...are DEAD. -slight cheers- And it's all thanks...to MR. NYEKER! He planted the seed, and we provided the storm, and it hasn't even hit yet….

-Mr. Nyeker walks around from his desk, clapping. He stands in between Xavier and Dwight-

Nyeker: Brilliant! Simply BRILLIANT! A plus! A plus! I could not be more ECSTATIC to have you both in my classroom, ALREADY applying the skills I have given you! And I must say….I could not have picked any two more prime candidates…-he puts an arm around Dwight- First off...this man is 342 POUNDS...he is a GOLIATH! And you had him DANCING?! Riding tricycles?! This man COMMANDS respect when he walks into a room! You do not laugh at this man! This man will grab you by your THROAT, and squeeze the laughter out of you! And next….

-Nyeker puts an arm around Xavier-

Nyeker: We have one of the most athletically gifted superstars in the EWF. You wouldn't know that, of course, because you never give him the time of day! You are all blinded by your overbearing Flash Sentrys and Rumbles, but THIS man is TRUE talent! He was wasted in that garbage disposal known as the Oddities! I escaped out of there just in time, and now...I worked towards dragging these men towards salvation with me! Hugh Jelly was not so lucky, as he is going to be out INDEFINITELY with a dislocated shoulder...he was the leader of that entourage from the beginning, and now...he will become charred with its remains. Farewell, Oddities!

As you can clearly notice, Mr. Dawson and Mr. Kendrick have turned in nearly every last remnants of their past lives, in an attempt to cast away the spirits of their former misfortunes...but there is just ONE more piece remaining….if you boys wouldn't mind...-Dwight and Xavier push the chalkboard out of the way, revealing an old school barber's chair-

Mr. Kendrick has sheared off that ridiculous afro that once accompanied his skull...and now, in similar fashion...Mr. Dawson will allow his fellow classmate to take away the remaining part of the spirit known as Clip Clop, the buffoon clown….and that is his circus-inspired cheveux. Please, Mr. Dawson, ascend your throne, so we may begin the ending of your never-ending transformation…

-Dwight nods as Nyeker takes off the hair-bib from the chair, Dwight afterwards taking a seat. Nyeker then puts the bib, which is nearly too big for Dwight's body over his chest. Nervously, Xavier grabs the razor, turning it on-

Nyeker: Do not be so anxious, Mr. Kendrick...this will go a long way towards helping Mr. Dawson on his intellectual escapade…your nirvana is already complete. Now, you must play the biggest part in helping him transfer his soul over into his next self. This is the highest honor you could be given….

-Xavier puts on his game face, as Dwight closes his eyes, taking in this moment. For after this, no one will ever think of him as the jiggly clown again.

Xavier brings the razor to Dwight's clown spikes (not sure how to describe them. Hopefully you understand what I mean) that rest at the far edges of his head. We go to commercial with one hair tower being destroyed.

Back from commercial, the clown spikes have been severed, and Xavier is now nearly done with getting rid of the remaining hair that surrounds his head. All of a sudden, the lights go out, except for the one white circle that envelops the right side of the ramp where the hole is. Said hole opens, and out raises the mix table of DJ Z, DJ Z sold separately-

DJ Z: Ladies and gentlemen, you are now experiencing the new flavor...with your host, ME, that young go-hard, the dude that'll make ya move! DEEEEE….JAAAAAAAAY..Z! *BERPBERPBERPBEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRP* And I'd like to introduce you all to my partner! Straight Outta Contemplatin' how many tables he'll be puttin' those SLIMEballs through here tonight…..the MAN...the MYTH, flying higher than the Mothman, getting more fur than the Yeti, he haunts the woods like Slenderman as he survives Night 5 at Freddy's….NE. OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...LIIIIIIIIIIGHTS!

*It's been such a long time coming, I thought you'd understand….*

DJ Z: MAKE SOME NO-IIIIIIIIIISEEEEEEE! *BERPBERPBERPBEEEERRRRP* -DJ Z jumps off his podium as he fistpumps with Neon Lights- Eh, teacher's pets and Dick Vernon, get out the ring! We got a table's match comin' UUUUP!

-DJ Z slides through the bottom rope as Neon uses the apron first. DJ Z gets in Xavier's face as Neon gets in Dwight's face. They are as close as nose-to-nose as they can be, especially in the case of Neon and Dwight. Nyeker puts a hand on each of their shoulders. His students turn around, and Nyeker gestures his head to the ropes, suggesting that now is not the time. Dwight huffs in Neon's face, which Neon blinks at, before the three leave the ring.

The three, Bill especially, look on in horror as NION Lights begin throwing out the objects in Mr. Nyeker's classroom: the desk, the barber chair, everything. Neon grabs DJ Z's mic-

Neon: Eh, yo! Can we get someone to clean up this greasy hair in the ring? We ain't havin' that!

-A custodian runs down into the ring, broom and dustpan in hand-

Neon: There we go! Alright, let's get doof and goof out here while this mess is handled….-DJ Z takes back the mic-

DJ Z: It don't matter though, cuz we about to make their FACES a mess! -Neon chuckles as DJ Z chucks the mic out of the ring, taking off his sunglasses-

*SLIME's theme plays and I just don't know what other witty things there are to say about it*

-Right out of the gate, NION Lights exit the ring, pulling a table out from under the apron. The fans are already cheering.

NION Lights slide the table into the ring, picking it up together and HEAVING it outside at SLIME, who just barely avoid the wood. SLIME rush up, and pull NION Lights down to the mat by their feet. Snails snap suplexes Neon into the ring post, while Snips tosses DJ Z onto the table, which is lying on the steel grate of the ramp. The referee figures it'll be a while before these 4 get in the ring, so he rings the bell now-

Match 5: Tag Team Tables Match: SLIME vs NION Lights

Rules: The first member of either team to go through a table loses the match for their team. Simple.

-17 minutes later-

-There is a table set up in the middle of the ring. Snails is standing on the top rope as Snips goes behind Neon Lights in front of the table. SLIME looks to hit their signature German Suplex/Legdrop combo through the table, but DJ thwarts that by running into the ring and hitting Snips with an enziguri on the side of the head. This causes Snips to roll over on top of the table, and Snails to lose his balance over the turn of events. Snails falls, hitting his grapefruits on the top turnbuckle.

DJ Z leaps onto the top rope with Snails, and looks to hit a superplex on him. Neon Lights decides to join the party, and he comes over and gets on the top rope with his partner. Together, they superplex Snails off of the top rope, sending him crashing through both his partner, and the table! The bell rings as the crowd marks out from the spot-

Madden: Here are YOUR WINNERSSS...D. JAAAAAY Z! AAAAAND NEEEEOOON…..LIGHTS!

-Neon and DJ Z get on their knees, hugging each other after a victory in that hard-fought match. Their celebration is cut short as Xavier Kendrick comes flying off the same top rope they had just used in order to win their match. Kendrick knocks them both to the mat with a double clothesline. The crowd boos as Bill Nyeker is shown to be directing Dwight Dawson to get in the ring as well. Dwight steps on the apron, putting one foot over the top rope at a time as he enters the ring.

As Nyeker predicted earlier, Dwight grabs DJ Z by the throat, and throws him into the air, catching him with a hellacious big boot on his way back down to the mat. He then bring Neon to his feet, soon pummeling him with hard right hands to the gut, before Xavier can come over and put Neon in a headlock, before running him over to the corner. Xavier propels his feet onto the top rope, and then he backflips himself in the air while still holding onto Neon Lights, finishing him off with the move known as Sliced Bread Number 2.

Nyeker pulls another table out from under the ring, and slides it into the ring. Dwight sets it up all on his own, but he steps back in order to allow Xavier to place DJ Z on it first, followed by Neon Lights, who he sets ON TOP of his partner. Xavier gives Dwight the thumbs up, and immediately Dwight takes to the top rope. The big man hesitates for a moment, before screaming and flying off the top rope, crashing into the ribs of both members of NION Lights as the table breaks.

Dwight gets to his feet, panting and snorting as he loosens his tie, throwing it on top of the heap of splinters and NION Lights. Nyeker enters the ring, applauding as she raises the hands of his two new students. Xavier has a smirk on his face, while Dwight continues to snarl with open teeth like a rabid gorilla. The fans are booing, of course-

-We cut to a locker room backstage, where Overdrive and Garble are preparing to fight for their very livelihood. Ahuizotl is pacing back and forth, while Garble is literally beating the hell out of a locker next to him. He winces with each punch, but continues to do so with bruised knuckles-

Overdrive: Up next on Monday Night Lunacy….me and Vultarian present to you...the sad conclusion to the Ahuizotl and Garble saga….

Vultarian: Boys...you're gonna wish you NEVER came back...we're fighting for Luna, you two! You have no idea what we're willing to do for her, either…

Overdrive: But we'll give you a sample….-he and Vultarian chuckle- It's no disqualification...and it's NEXT….

-Back from commercial, we hear Fluttershy's theme song playing as she is standing in front of the announce table, pointing her index finger in the air. Of course, the crowd is following along with her. They cheer as Fluttershy sits down, putting on her headset-

Fluttershy: Hello, everyone. -she smiles- I didn't expect to be out here for this again, but less than 24 hours removed from Final Reckoning. I guess I did a good enough job for another round. -giggles- Anyway, BIG news for next week's show: Turf and Silver Spoon are set to defend the Chick Combo championship in a two out of three falls match, against Bon Bon and Lyra! And also, just announced...in 4 weeks at EWF: Frontline, Sunset Shimmer will defend the Eternal Womens championship against Cadance, in a STRAP match! More news as to how that match plays out will be revealed on next week's Lunacy. For now, though, we are set to witness what I am calling the CLASH of the Commentators! Overdrive and Vultarian, vs Garble and Ahuizotl….the winners get to be the official commentary team for Lunacy going forward. And the losers….don't. It's that simple.

-Vultarian and Overdrive are already in the ring, looking very relaxed-

Fluttershy: The defending commentators don't seem too worried about their opponents here tonight. Vultarian and Overdrive ARE wrestlers, after all….

Madden: Aaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! GAAARBLE...AND AHUIIIIIII...ZOOOOOTL! -The crowd erupts in cheers as, without theme music, Garble and Ahuizotl emerge from the backstage area, walking down the ramp side by side-

Fluttershy: And while they lack the experience of the squared circle, let's not forget what these two men have been through. They were here on day one, when this company opened its doors! They've called some of the greatest matches, some of the greatest MOMENTS in the EWF so far! And Vultarian and Overdrive? Can't even call an armlock properly...I think it would be awful, just AWFUL if Garble and Ahuizotl were to lose here tonight...they LOVE this business! You can see it in their eyes! And I've got to think that the no disqualification stipulation favors Vultarian and Overdrive...you never WHO could be snooping around from Luna's squadron. I hope for the best, though….

-Ahuizotl and Garble enter the ring, Garble cracking his knuckles. Ahuizotl gulps as he looks across the ring, noticing the toothy smirk on the face of Overdrive-

Garble: -hitting a hand on Ahuizotl's chest- No worries, man. I got this!

-Ahuizotl nods, and steps out onto the apron, as Overdrive circles around Garble-

Fluttershy: Garble and Ahuizotl can call professional wrestling better than any two other men I know...but how can they expect to survive the sport on the inside, where there is no table to protect you? They have emotion, though. They have emotion when they speak, and so I have a feeling, a feeling deep within my heart of hearts, that those emotions are going to come piling out of them here tonight!

-With Fluttershy's prediction, the bell rings-

Main Event: Vultarian & Overdrive vs Garble & Ahuizotl (Whichever team wins gets control of the Lunacy announce table)

-Immediately following the bell, Overdrive kicks Garble in the gut, sending him sprawling onto the floor. The crowd begins booing as Overdrive looks out at them with a smirk. Overdrive then begins to slap Garble around, soon sending him on his back on the mat-

Fluttershy: And right away, the tech titan is BULLYING Garble!

-Overdrive picks up Garble by his greasy hair, and flings him over to the corner of Vultarian. Garble backs up against the middle turnbuckle, but pays for not moving quickly as Overdrive sticks his boot right in his jaw, tagging in Vultarian at the same time.

Vultarian gets into the ring, sizing up Garble before running a knee into Garble's face-

Fluttershy: It's not looking good so far….

-7 minutes later-

-Things haven't been looking good for the original Lunacy commentators since the start of the match, but there is one hope spot where Ahuizotl has just avoided Overdrive charging at him in the corner. Ahuizotl moved at the last second, and Overdrive's shoulder has crashed into the steel post-

Fluttershy: There may be a chance! Oh my gosh!

-As Ahuizotl crawls to make the tag to Garble, the fans begin an ultra influx as boos as Garble is pulled off the apron by the foot, landing hard on the floor-

Fluttershy: What?! Oh no...it's Shining Armor!

-Ahuizotl holds his arms out in a "WHY?!" manner, and Overdrive takes advantage by dropping both of his forearms on Ahuizotl's neck-

Fluttershy: Oh this is horrible! Why couldn't Shining just stay backstage?!

-The crowd begins cheering again as if from nowhere Flash Sentry dives onto Shining Armor, hitting him with rights and lefts on the temple. Shining retreats to the barricade on the other side, which inspires Flash to run over and clothesline him over it. Flash turns around, and sees Vultarian running at him, so Flash ducks a little and vaults him over the barricade, Vultarian basically performing a Swanton bomb unintentionally on Shining.

Overdrive moves to the ropes, pointing and yelling at Shining so much, he doesn't even realize it when Ahuizotl rolls him up-

Fluttershy: Oh my! He may have it-OH and Overdrive kicks out!

-Overdrive catches Ahuizotl with a side slam, but as he turns around, he is caught with a flying dropkick off the top rope from Flash Sentry! The crowd is going nuts as Overdrive gets up, taking a kick in the gut and then a SENSATIONAL Flash Flood for his troubles!

Fluttershy: He hit it! Flash Flood! What a thing of BEAUTY!

-Flash turns Overdrive over onto his stomach, and drapes Ahuizotl's arm over Overdrive's chest-

*1…..2….3!* -the crowd begins rejoicing as the bell rings-

Fluttershy: YAY! YAY! YAY! IT'S OVER! Ahuizotl and Garble got their JOBS BACK!

Madden: Here are YOUR WINNERS, and the NEEEEEEEWWWW...commentators! For Monday Night LUNACY! GAAARBLE! AND AHUUUUUUUIIIIIII...ZOOOOOTTTTTTTL!

Fluttershy: What a magical moment! Just last night, these two didn't even HAVE contracts in this company! And now, thanks to Flash Sentry, they get to come to work next week, and do what they LOVE!

-Flash picks Ahuizotl up off the mat as he coughing profusely. By now, Garble has gotten back into the ring, and both he and Flash put an arm of Ahuizotl's around each of their necks to prevent him from falling. Garble has the happiest look on his face, though. He grabs both sides of Ahuizotl's head, shaking him-

Garble: WE DID IT, 'ZOTL! WE DID IT!

Ahuizotl: That's…-cough-...that's nice….-a weak smile- I'll see you next week….-Ahuizotl almost falls on the mat, but Flash catches him, carrying him in the air like a newlywed couple-

Fluttershy: I don't know if it's because of excitement, or just sheer exhaustion, but it looks like we will have to wait until next week to see our favorite commentary team in action again. Until then, I am Fluttershy, signing of-

-Fluttershy is interrupted as Lightning Dust walks over to the announce table, putting on the extra headset-

Fluttershy: Oh….hi, Lightning. What brings you out here?

Lightning: Business, 'Shy...the woman I respect more than anybody in the world is gone, and I want to take it out on the cunts that did it! -she throws the headset down, jumping on the table, and forcing a microphone to be put into her hand by the timekeeper- I don't mean to cut the celebration short, but I'm going to make this really quick…..SWORD! Drollins, Ditzbrose, Reigns: for a calendar month now, you've attacked all the big names here on Lunacy: Cadance, Rarity, Fluttershy….even me! But what you did last night...was the worst of ALL. You didn't even have to ATTACK Twilight Sparkle...just the mere PRESENCE of you made her QUIT! Well that women EARNED my respect! So if she's gone, I'm going to pay tribute to her...by kicking ALL YOUR ASSES! GET. OUT HERE! -She jumps off the table, throwing the mic into the steel steps, as the crowd is totally on her side-

Crowd: LIGHT-NING-DUST! LIGHT-NING-DUST! LIGHT-NING-DUST! LIGHT-NING-DUST!

-Lightning slides into the ring, putting her hands out to her side and doing the "bring it on motion" with both of them. Before long, we hear boos begin to form. Lightning stops, looking around before pinpointing the source. At the top of the ramp, in the crowd are Beth Drollins in the front, Rosely Reigns in the middle, and Diane Ditzbrose in the rear, stomping down the steps. Lightning grins before she licks her lips, waving them over to her-

Lightning: Almost there, ladies...al. Most. There…

Fluttershy: This might not be wise...even with me, Cadance, Rarity, Twilight and Lightning herself COMBINED, The Sword couldn't be stopped! What does Lightning hope to accomplish?

-The Sword all raise their feet over the barricade, landing on the floor below them. They all have the same look on their face: Ruthless. They each take a different path around the ring: Ditzbrose in front of the announce table, Drollins to the left, and Reigns to the right. They almost jump on the apron, but cheers are back once again as the image of Rarity zooming down the ramp makes its way into everyone's peripherals-

Fluttershy: There you go, Rarity! It's not nearly enough though...oh no...they're both in fighting attire….but I'm not! Please take them out please take them out.

Rarity: I respect Twilight, as well, darling. You've also gained my respect, tonight especially. I will be right by your side to the very end!

-Lightning simply smirks, slapping a low hand with Rarity before they turn, touching their backs together in solidarity-

Crowd: LET'S GO LIGHT-NING! AND RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO LIGHT-NING! AND RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO LIGHT-NING! AND RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO LIGHT-NING! AND RAR-I-TY!

-Drollins nods, and the three members of the Sword occupy the apron. Ditzbrose doesn't last long, though, as Lightning immediately chooses her to jump at, knocking her off the apron with a picture perfect dropkick, Ditzbrose's face soon hitting the announce table. They can't take them all out, as Drollins and Reigns are able to inhabit the ring.

All four women begin throwing bombs at each other, Rarity squaring off with Drollins, and Lightning trying to knock the more powerful Reigns down a few notches-

-Ditzbrose doesn't last long outside, but she makes sure to hit Fluttershy in the head with Lightning's previously used microphone before lunging back into the ring, helping Reigns take down Lightning, the woman who had gotten the jump on her. Ditzbrose launches a flurry of elbows against Lightning's temples while Reigns stomps on her gut.

Rarity, meanwhile, tries to hit Drollins with her Sequin Special, but Drollins counters the move by repeatedly headbutting Rarity in the back of her head with the back of HER head. She then grabs Rarity by her hair and lifts her up into the air, running over and powerbombing her into the turnbuckles of the diagonal corner. Rarity falls flat on her face-

*A hundred thousand stories...have fi-lled my he-ad…* -the crowd erupts in cheers as The Sword's abuse stops. They walk into the middle of the ring, facing the ramp. For a bit, Twilight doesn't show up. At least not from there. She runs through the timekeeper's area, grabbing a steel chair before running into the ring. Drollins is the unfortunate one to turn around first, as Twilight knocks her in the gut with the top of the chair. The fans are already chanting "TWI-LIGHT" as Twilight attempts to hit Reigns and Ditzbrose with the chair, but they exit the ring in a hurry, as Twilight can only swing at air outside the ring. Twilight's huffs in frustration, but she turns around to see Drollins struggling to fight for her. Twilight walks over and silences her coughs by thwacking her with the brunt of the chair in the back.

Twilight throws the chair down, helping Lightning and Rarity to their feet. Rarity looks ecstatic to see her-

Rarity: Twilight, darling! -she gives her friend a hug- Thank you so much!

Twilight: It's no problem, Rarity…-she looks at Lightning, who doesn't seem to surprised as she smiles at Twilight-

Lightning: I had a feeling you'd show up….welcome back….-she holds out her hand, Twilight shaking it- Now let's send a message to the other two!

-Twilight nods, picking up Drollins and hitting her with Take A Note! Now it's Rarity's turn, as she gets Drollins to her feet, and levels her with the move she was not able to hit earlier, the Sequin Special! Finally, Lightning flips Drollins onto her back, leaving the ring and going up to the top rope. The crowd is going nuts, as they know what's coming. Lightning looks up to them, nodding, before turning her attention back to the ring, soon taking flight onto Beth Drollins' already damaged ribs with Astraphobia! That move looks like it wasn't too kind to Lightning, either, but she is able to get back to her feet, as Twilight's theme music begins playing.

Rarity picks up Drollins, chucking her over the top rope. Reigns and Ditzbrose were waiting, as they catch their partner before she can hit the ground. They are about to leave through the crowd, until…-

*No chance in hell…* -the crowd is going crazy again as the bright face of Filthy Rich makes his way out to the Asylum for the third time tonight. He, of course, has a microphone in hand-

Filthy Rich: Before you make your usual exit, Sword, there is something I want you to stay for….first of all, welcome back Ms. Sparkle. -the crowd cheers, as Twilight mouths the words "thank you sir" to Mr. Rich- I think it was the right decision for you to come back. Not only because your friends were in danger, but because….well, to borrow a phrase from Ms. Luna and Mr. Swirlanaitis….you are BEST...for BUSINESS! -the crowd cheers- All three of you are, in fact!

Crowd: BEST FOR BUSI-NESS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* BEST FOR BUSI-NESS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* BEST FOR BUSI-NESS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* BEST FOR BUSI-NESS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Crowd: Speaking of Best for Business, my final decree tonight, is going to be the making of a match, that is DEFINITELY Best for Business….in four weeks time, at EWF: Frontline, The Sword will finally be tested, because they are going to have to fight WITHOUT the numbers in their advantage….as they take on the team of Rarity! -cheers- Lightning Dust! -cheers-...and TWILIGHT SPARKLE! -so many cheers- IN A SIX. WOMEN. TAG. TEAM. MATCH!

-The Sword look back at their future opponents, who look thrilled to have the opportunity to finally take it to The Sword. Lightning Dust is cackling as she receives high fives from her partners. Rarity is applauding Mr. Rich's decision as he leaves the stage, and Twilight refuses to take her eyes off of The Sword-

Crowd: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

-The new trio in EWF takes their place in the middle of the ring: Rarity on the right, Twilight in the middle, and Lightning on the left, all three raising the other's hand, as well as Rarity and Lightning's free hand being raised as well. The Sword begin to leave through the crowd in a huff, as Lunacy goes off the air with Lightning, Twilight, and Rarity still standing tall, their arms raised, as the crowd's chants of "YAY" get more deafening by the second-

Match Results:

Midnight Strike defeated Cloudchaser by pinfall (8:35)
Scootaloo defeated Fleur de Lis by submission (13:27)
Giz Hero defeated Rumble by pinfall (0:09)
Amay Wythyst defeated Lyra by pinfall (11:41)
NION Lights defeated SLIME by tables (17:28)
Ahuizotl and Garble defeated Overdrive and Vultarian by pinfall (8:17)

Matches Announced for Frontline:

Cadance vs Sunset Shimmer - Eternal Womens championship Strap Match
Three Stages of Hell: Diamond Tiara vs Scootaloo
Six Women Tag: The Sword vs Rarity, Lightning Dust, and Twilight Sparkle