-We start off the show with a quick recap of what occurred last night at The Royal Rumble, the recap ending with Mr. Rich and Rainbow Dash being serenaded with a warm ovation. Rather than be treated to our usual pyrotechnics, the show opens coldly, with a wide-shot of the crowd, the camera facing the stage-

*No chance in hell…* -the crowd begins to make their first noise of this broadcast, as they rise to their feet with boundless cheers. The form of Mr. Rich soon joins the stage, at which the ovation becomes booming-

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, PLEASE WELCOOOOOME..the CHAIRMAAAAAN, of the EQUESTRIAAAAAN WRESTLIIIIING FEDEEEERRRRRATIOOOON...MISSSSSSTEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR..RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHHHH!

Ahuizotl: There will be no power walking here tonight for Mr. Rich...no parade of pomp, and no swagger in his step, for even though the Lunatics in attendance may be cheerful right now, the mood on Monday Nights is about to change.

Garble: We're being led under a new direction, one that NONE of us are looking forward to. We've all been dreading this day, but it has arrived, nonetheless. Mr. Rich has no smile on his face, for he knows that Monday Night Lunacy; his product from scratch...his BABY...is about to receive a complete OVERHAUL, and there is absolutely NOTHING that he can do to prevent it.

-Mr. Rich enters the ring, meeting Madden with a nod. Madden hands him his microphone, bowing at his boss before exiting the ring-

Ahuizotl: I must admit, I am surprised that Mr. Rich is even being given the opportunity to stand in this ring right now...I did not think our general manager would allow him to address us, for what could be the very LAST time.

Garble: Me neither, man, me neither...but he DESERVES this right! He BELONGS on Monday Night Lunacy! Regardless of what happened last night, that is HIS ring! This is HIS show!

Ahuizotl: Indeed it is. That is why it is our duty, our HONOR to give to Mr. Rich...the floor.

-Mr. Rich is not able to speak, as chants of "FIL-THY RICH" would simply drown him out entirely. It causes him to smile for what might be the only time tonight-

Mr. Rich: You all know that I will NEVER get tired of hearing that. -the crowd cheers-

Crowd: PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO!

Mr. Rich: -holds up a hand, frowning that he must interrupt his audience's pleas- It pains me to do so...but I'm not sure how much time I'm being given to say what I want-no...what I HAVE to say...so PLEASE, just allow me to convey what I MUST. -the fans sit quietly at once- I'm going to make it as quick as I can. There is no phrase that brings forth more emotion, more sentiment, more sincerity than...thank you. -the crowd cheers- Madden, come over here…-Madden gets up from his seat, and enters the ring. His hand is then shaken by Mr. Rich- I would like to thank you for lending this show your voice. For putting so much enthusiasm and soul into every introduction you make. Some may think that is such a tiny contribution to such a MAMMOTH project like this, but in reality, you are one of the most fundamental parts of Monday Night Lunacy, and I will always be appreciative towards that.

Madden: -grinning from ear to ear as he hugs Mr. Rich- Thank you, sir, for the kind words…-he exits the ring as the fans cheer and clap-

Mr. Rich: I would also like to bestow my gratitude onto the VOICES of Monday Night Lunacy…-he looks towards the announce table- Garble and Ahuizotl. -the fans cheer more as Ahuizotl tips his imaginary cap to his boss- I thank both of you for calling and providing memorable narration for Monday Night Lunacy and the EWF's pay per views. At times, you can share the feelings of the audience, illustrating your displeasure with such vigor and intensity! At other times, you can be downright hilarious, and provide a ray of sunshine to those watching. No matter what is going on at the time, both of you work harder than few others to produce a lasting experience that comes with watching Lunacy. Without you two...Monday Night Lunacy is NOT the same. -the fans unanimously agree as Ahuizotl and Garble stand up from their chairs, setting down their headsets and entering the ring, both receiving handshakes and hugs from Mr. Rich. They then exit the ring, vowing to work even harder than ever in his absence- Next...I'd like to ask all of the EWF talent to join up on the stage. -very soon, much of the Lunacy roster has gathered on the top of the stage, excluding the members of Team Luna, The Wythyst Family, and 3MB- I have done this time and time again with each one of you individually, but right now, I wish to give every single one of you tremendous men and women the recognition that you so abundantly deserve. For walking down that ramp whenever you are warranted, stepping into this ring, and putting on the performance of a lifetime. -the audience looks towards the stage, cheering and applauding the efforts of Lunacy's finest- It is not out of favoritism, but it would not be right of me to continue without reaching out to the members of Team Rich. To say last night didn't go as any of us anticipated would be an understatement, but I would like you to know that I do not resent ANY of you for what came about. Quite the opposite...I admire my team members for standing by my side, and attempting to put an end to the tyranny that was brewing behind my back. Successful we were not, but none of you let me down in ANY way, shape, or form. Though she may be a brand away, Rainbow Dash, this same praise most certainly belongs to you, as well. I am deeply grateful that you joined my team, and got involved in something that really, was not of your concern. It was incredibly brave, and bold, and I will always marvel at the fact that you did not cave in when you were met with a 3 on 1 disadvantage. You put forth the same remarkable effort that you regularly perform with on Sublime, and that makes you one of the greatest athletes in the entire EWF. -cheers and applause continues to flood in from not only the crowd, but those on the stage, as well- As the clock is likely striking down for me, I would never be able to forgive myself if I left out the deciding factor that depicts if a show like Lunacy is successful or not...you, the Lunacy fans! -the fans roar with cheers as Mr. Rich continues to speak- It is YOU that makes Lunacy the highest-rated, most VIEWED show on Monday Nights, and it is for dedicated fans like yourselves that has made the EWF the PHENOMENON that it has become! Not just the ones sitting here in the Asylum, but all of those that choose to watch every single Monday and Friday night! For EVERY devoted follower, young and small, or gray and tall, it is with great WARMTH that I extend to the passionate fan base that makes up the EWF Universe...thank you. It is quite frequently on this show that you all shout, "THIS IS AWE-SOME." Well right now, I feel that statement should be adjusted a little bit, because I believe that…"YOU ARE AWE-SOME!" -Mr. Rich slaps the microphone five consecutive times- "YOU ARE AWE-SOME!" … "YOU ARE AWE-SOME!" … "YOU ARE AWE-SOME!" … "YOU ARE AWE-SOME!"

Crowd: THANK YOU, FIL-THY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FIL-THY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FIL-THY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FIL-THY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FIL-THY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FIL-THY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Mr. Rich: I do not know what you fans, or you competitors that are standing on the stage, or anybody who I have thanked...I am uncertain of what you will be subjugated to from here on out, but whatever it may be, as long as it has to do with this show, I unfortunately no longer have the power to overrule it. I only wish that I had the foresight to prevent this...I wish I would've hired somebody else to take the reins of general manager of Lunacy...at the time when I signed Luna, she was such a delightful young lady, but over time, I believe the power I had gave to her possessed her, and soon, it will likely CONSUME her. I am aware that times may be unsettling right now, but I bid you ALL; you, the fans, and you, the superstars of Lunacy to continue to oppose the new authority! Keep tuning in every Monday, keep driving to the Asylum, keep buying a ticket to see these tremendously talented men and women in action! And to those men and women, do not stand down! I know things may be painful to endure from here on out, but PLEASE do not submit! If you are to surrender, than Luna will win ENTIRELY! She wants you fans to lose faith, and she wants your favorite wrestlers to crack from the pressure of her supremacy! But you MUSTN'T! All hope will be lost forever if you lose the will to repel, so PLEASE, it is urgent that y-

*Only perfection around…* -Mr. Rich's head falls as the crowd's hatred rises to an all-time high. A hole is made in the middle of the stage as Sunset Shimmer and Cadance push through some members of Team Rich. The rest of The System makes their way onto the stage, with Cadance and Sunset allowing Luna to walk in front of them, and Mr. Swirlinaitis walking by her side-

Garble: CUT THAT DAMN MUSIC OFF! MR. RICH WAS NOT FINISHED!

Ahuizotl: -he sighs heavily- I suppose that the arrival of The System means that his rhetoric has come to an abrupt end.

-Many fans flip off the members of The System as they make their way down the ramp. Luna and Swirlinaitis ignore them, while the hotheaded members like Cadance and Sunset take exception and send cold looks their way-

Garble: The Eternal Women's Champion, her two fuckbuddies, and in front of them are the two asses that their lips will have to be surgically removed from!

Ahuizotl: You left out Snips and Snails-

Garble: WHO GIVES A FUCK?! NONE OF THESE PEOPLE WILL BE ABLE TO HOLD A CANDLE TO MR. RICH'S GUIDANCE! THEY'RE ALL LEECHING OFF OF THE JUGGERNAUT THAT HE HIMSELF CREATED!

Ahuizotl: And they're about to enter what I assume is officially THEIR ring until further notice...it makes me sick to my stomach, but as Mr. Rich said, we need to stay strong, Garble.

Garble: I AM staying strong! I'm just relaying my personal feelings while I do so.

Ahuizotl: Well, they are feelings that many, MANY people will wholeheartedly agree with.

-Snips and Snails hold the ropes open for all the other members of their group, and are the last ones to enter the ring themselves. Madden quickly hands both Luna and Swirlinaitis microphones-

Luna: I believe this little pityfest has gone on quite long enough. -the crowd continues to boo as Luna grimaces at their interruption-

Crowd: GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Swirlinaitis: MY NAME! IS MR. STAR SWIRLINAITIS! -the crowd's distaste only gets louder, and so to must his voice- I AM THE EXECUTIVE! VICE PRESIDENT! OF TALENT RELATIONS! IT IS IN YOUR BEST INTEREST TO QUIET DOWN WHEN THE GENERAL MANAGER IS SPEAKING!

Crowd: NO CHANCE IN HELL! NO CHANCE IN HELL! NO CHANCE IN HELL! NO CHANCE IN HELL! NO CHANCE IN HELL! NO CHANCE IN HELL! NO CHANCE IN HELL!

Luna: Thank you for at least ATTEMPTING to silence these morons, Mr. Swirlinaitis…-she looks towards the stage- all of you are no longer needed out here. Go back to your locker rooms immediately!

-The stage quickly clears up, with many of the faces that were out there unhappy that they have to leave their boss behind-

Luna: -she turns back to Mr. Rich as the stage is now empty- Now then...yes, your time is up, Filthy. You've acknowledged all of these cretins...-boos- but I never ONCE authorized your urge to drag my good name through the mud.

Swirlinaitis: On her VERY FIRST DAY as the sole power of Lunacy, at that!

Luna: -she nods- Yes, that's what irks me the most about it. Filthy, I do not appreciate you spreading vicious lies about me. It's no secret that I want what is both best for Lunacy, and what is Best...for Business. -boos- And business would very quickly crumble if all of these people ceased with the buying of tickets, or simply didn't tune in every Monday. At the same time, if much of the roster quit their jobs out of the blue, then how on Earth would we be able to present a viable product week after week? I would be OVERJOYED if these fans would continue to come to my Asylum, and if the legions of other fans would tune in to the USA Network every Monday, because I want the whole WORLD to bare witness to what a stimulating, forward-thinking show that Lunacy is! The same goes for the talent. They have NOTHING to fear, for under my control, Monday Night Lunacy will climb heights it never was able to before, and I know for a FACT that none of them will want to miss out on these exciting new beginnings!

Crowd: MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY! MU-TI-NY!

Garble: These people have got the right idea!

-Mr. Rich can't help but smirk-

Luna: -shaking her head- Nothing like that will ensue. And to make sure of it, I am being forced to make an example...right now, out of...you, Filthy.

-Mr. Rich raises an eyebrow, looking at Luna with a "what'd you say, BITCH?" look-

Luna: It is the only way. Team Luna disposed of your team last night, and thus, I have been crowned the sole authoritative power over this brand. In a figurative sense, I have beaten you, Filthy. But I am not satisfied with that, and neither are the other members of The System. I stood up to the members of your team, and actually competed, while you watched from the sidelines. If you ask me, it is quite gutless of you. -boos- In order to right this wrong, I am ordering, as my first official decree of the jurisdiction residing over Lunacy, that Filthy Rich is formerly defeated LITERALLY.

Ahuizotl: She can't be saying what I THINK she is saying…

-The crowd boos, as Sunset smirks widely. Mr. Rich understands where Luna is going with this, and promptly balls his fist-

Mr. Rich: This...this isn't necessary, Luna...you've WON! I will leave right now if you want me to, but this...there's just no reason for this!

Swirlinaitis: As she said...Ms. Luna has not defeated you in a LITERAL sense. She needs a literal victory over you in order to fully establish her reign over Lunacy.

Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Ahuizotl: Dammit! This is too much!

Luna: This is symbolism at its finest, Filthy. You will be competing in a Handicap match against me, and the rest of the elements that make up The System!

Mr. Rich: I….I….

Luna: Lay down, Filthy!

Garble: NO! FOR GOD SAKES DON'T DO IT, MR. RICH!

Swirlinaitis: Throw your dignity aside, Mr. Rich! This is a matter that is taking place on Lunacy, so therefore you MUST oblige!

Ahuizotl: HE DOESN'T HAVE TO DO A DAMN THING THAT YOU PEOPLE ASK OF HIM!

Luna: DO IT, FILTHY! I'M DEMANDING THIS OUT OF YOU! WE HAD AN AGREEMENT!

-Mr. Rich looks to be on the verge of tears as he struggles to make a decision. Finally, after much contemplation, his knees make contact with the mat-

Swirlinaitis: You're halfway there!

Crowd: AAAAAAASS-HOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOLES!

Ahuizotl: GET UP, MR. RICH! STAND UP!

Luna: LIE. DOWN! LIE DOWN RIGHT NOW!

-Mr. Rich slowly lays down on the mat, as most of the crowd becomes stunned at these happenings. The rest are booing furiously as all of The System smirks-

Garble: WIPE THOSE GRINS OFF OF YOUR FACES, YOU PIECES OF SHIT! HOW CAN THEY BE PROUD OF THEMSELVES?!

Luna: -she clears her throat- A referee is needed at the ring RIGHT this moment. -mere seconds later, Felix Streak is shown jogging down the ramp-

Swirlinaitis: Ah, Mr. Streak! -he pats the referee on the shoulder as he slides the ring- We appreciate the hustle.

-Felix nods, but his hands feel clammy when he meets the eyes of Sunset, who approaches him with a scowl-

Sunset: The last match of mine you officiated, you seem to have forgotten how to count. You won't need to worry about making the same mistake tonight, because Rich is FORBIDDEN to get his shoulders up.

Felix: I-I'm sorry about my poor conduct during your title match, Sunset. It won't happen again.

Sunset: -she smirks as her intimidation skills once again come into play- Good boy. -she pats him on the head- No hard feelings.

Ahuizotl: Poor Felix...this must be the most heartbreaking 3 count he'll ever have to make…

Garble: Like so many of us, Felix admired and RESPECTED Mr. Rich, but none of that matters now...he has a perverse job to do.

Luna: Ring the bell. -Felix nods as the other members of the group stand around Luna, watching on as the bell is tolled-

Match 1: Filthy Rich vs The System (Luna, Mr. Swirlinaitis, Sunset, Cadance, Shining Armor, Snips, and Snails)

-As soon as the match begins, Luna places a foot on top of Mr. Rich's chest. The crowd is split between booing and simply being done with life as Felix drops down to the mat-

*1…...2…..3…*

Garble: Unbelievable...the cheapest win you will EVER see…

-Felix immediately slides out of the ring and begins walking to the back, his hands on his hips, and his head hung low after that agonizing three count-

Ahuizotl: Felix isn't even going to stick around to raise their hands...you can't blame him...these bastards don't even DESERVE that recognition!

Madden: Here are your winners...The Systeeem…

Garble: And Madden can't even bring himself to belt out the name of their group...ugh...this is DISGUSTING…

-All of the members have huge smiles on their faces as they stand in a line, raising the hand of the person next to them-

Crowd: BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT! BUUUUUULL-SHIT!

Luna: Thank you, Filthy. Thank you for helping us validate Team Luna's victory last night, and thank you for keeping Lunacy warm for me until I took over. You are no longer needed, though, so please make your exit.

-Mr. Rich exits the ring as the crowd boos majorly. The System mockingly applauds their boss after that hard fought match-

Ahuizotl: How humiliating must this be for Mr. Rich? This could be his last appearance on his very own show, and he had to suffer being PINNED by the woman who forced his power over it out of his hands…

Garble: If this is a sign of things to come, I don't think much good will be joining us on Lunacy...

Swirlinaitis: Let's give it up for Mr. Rich, everybody! -the audience boos unrelentingly- Woo! Alright!

-The camera gets an impactful shot of Mr. Rich walking off of the stage as The System's applause comes to an end-

Luna: Okay, enough reminiscing. That victory just now was meant to signify a NEW regime here on Lunacy. As if you couldn't tell, this regime will be made up of me, and Mr. Swirlinaitis. Backing up our cause will be the likes of Sunset Shimmer, Cadance, Shining Armor, Snips, and Snails. This is the united front of The System. More members may be added over time, but for now, you are looking at the most powerful assemblage in the EWF! -the crowd boos-

Crowd: WE WANT THE SWORD! WE WANT THE SWORD! WE WANT THE SWORD! WE WANT THE SWORD! WE WANT THE SWORD! WE WANT THE SWORD! WE WANT THE SWORD!

Garble: Yeah, I have a feeling those 3 would disagree with Luna's statement…

Luna: As long as we are around, you must learn to accept us as the rulers of this ring, and all which encompasses it.

Swirlinaitis: With that out of the way, we can now progress to the proceedings of this upcoming month. Last month, the theme was "royalty," as 16 men and women from each brand fought for the right to adorn the title as the first ever King and Queen of the EWF. This leads into the premiere match for Lunacy at the EWF's next pay per view, High Stakes, where Sunset Shimmer will defend her Eternal Women's Championship against...Scootaloo. -the crowd comes alive with cheers-

Garble: There's something we can all get behind!

Crowd: SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO!

-Sunset rolls her eyes, believing SHE should be the one everyone is fawning over-

Luna: Staying on the subject of "themes," High Stakes will be based around "opportunities." The concept of opportunities is going to take an interesting approach. This pay per view is called High Stakes, because the superstars which will be fighting for these opportunities are going to have to overcome some, well, HIGH STAKES in order to receive them.

Swirlinaitis: That is right. At High Stakes, four matches will be held with 8 to 10 participants making up each. 20 feet above the ring, a briefcase will be there, dangling freely. The object of each match is to grab a ladder, climb it, and retrieve said briefcase. These briefcases are prominent, because inside of them in a contract. A contract that states that whoever is the owner, will have the OPPORTUNITY to cash in that contract for a Championship match; anytime, anyplace, ANYWHERE for up to ONE. FULL. YEAR.

-The crowd cheers in excitement over this major announcement-

Ahuizotl: FOUR LADDER MATCHES? In ONE NIGHT?!

Garble: The ladder match is one of the most grueling contests you could ever participate in, but if you win, you'll get to reap the ULTIMATE reward!

Luna: Naturally, the Championship shots that will literally be hanging in the balance, are the four biggest Championships that the EWF has to offer: The Carnage Championship, The World Brawler's Championship, The World Fighter's Championship, and, finally, The Eternal Women's Championship! -more cheers are heard throughout the building-

Garble: Holy crap! Winning that briefcase could most likely make you one of the BEST OF THE BEST, 'Zotl!

Swirlinaitis: Capturing these briefcases should be of the UTMOST importance to all the superstars that will be vying for them. Respectively, these matches will be known as: Hope Springs Eternal, Fight For Your Right, Brawl For It All, and The Carnival of Carnage! -the EWF fans' worlds have been turned upside down by this announcement. They are all extremely pumped!-

Ahuizotl: Those are some pretty freaking cool puns for match titles, as well! This sounds like one HELL of an idea, courtesy of The System! I cannot BELIEVE I just said that!

Luna: Before all those in the back get too caught up in our announcement, you'll need to earn your way into these ladder matches. I am not sure how my sister plans to do that, but I have a fairly unique way of my own. During tonight's broadcast, TWO battle royals will take place, each filled to the brim with 20 men and women. The final 7 women and men will make up the participants of the Hope Springs Eternal, and the Carnival of Carnage ladder matches! -more cheers are heard-

Garble: Two STAR-STUDDED Battle Royals, all to decide who will be competing in these contract ladder wars!

Swirlinaitis: In addition, the winner of the male's Battle Royal, rather than join the fray of the ladder match, will get an even LARGER opportunity. At High Stakes, they will challenge Giz Hero for the Carnage Championship! -cheers- Notice, however, that Ms. Luna said SEVEN men and women. The minimum requirement for these ladder matches is EIGHT. So, how will the 8th man and woman be decided? Very simple.

Luna: Oops, silly me...I made a mistake when I said that ALL the participants must earn their way into the ladder matches. Two of them needn't bother.

Ahuizotl: Oh no...I think I know where THIS is going…

Luna: The 8th man, competing in the Carnival of Carnage match...is SHINING ARMOR! -this is where the crowd goes back to booing, as Shining smirks while the rest of his stablemates applaud him-

Garble: Oh come on! It's as plain as day what's going on!

Luna: As for the Hope Springs Eternal match, the last participant will be...CADANCE! -more boos flood the arena, as Cadance and Shining Armor kiss as a way of congratulating each other-

Swirlinaitis: Congratulations, you two! You've earned it!

Ahuizotl: They have earned NOTHING! This is RIDICULOUS! Why are they immune?! Why don't THEY have to compete in the Battle Royals!

Garble: Isn't it obvious, man? This is just a SAMPLE of how far kissing your bosses' ass can get you!

Ahuizotl: It was a rhetorical question. Can somebody PLEASE explain to me how it is FAIR, though?!

Garble: That's not possible...because it ISN'T. Not in the SLIGHTEST.

Luna: I don't understand how you people can be incited by that! Cadance and Shining Armor have already proven themselves worthy by helping Team Luna walk out of The Royal Rumble as the victors. Here on Lunacy, those who work hard, those who succeed, are the FIRST ones that are rewarded!

Crowd: THAT IS BULL-SHIT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT IS BULL-SHIT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT IS BULL-SHIT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT IS BULL-SHIT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT IS BULL-SHIT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT IS BULL-SHIT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Swirlinaitis: That is completely fair!

Garble: I wonder what flavor of Kool-Aid is Swirlinaitis' favorite…

Luna: Your opinions do not matter! If they did, then YOU would be in charge of running Lunacy! But you're NOT, so-

*Welcome to the danger zone!* -the crowd envelopes the Asylum in cheers as all of The System looks towards the stage, each with varying degrees of anger-

Ahuizotl: The System sure didn't expect THIS!

Garble: It's the Chick Combo Champions, Fluttershy and Lightning Dust!

-The Champs appear on the stage. Lightning Dust looks furious as she leads Fluttershy, who looks quite scared of what the outcome of interrupting the general manager could be, down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: Fluttershy doesn't seem to share the same facial expression as Lightning Dust, but she is her partner, so there's no way she would let her come out here alone!

Crowd: THANK YOU, LIGHT-NING, AND FLUT-TER-SHY! THANK YOU, LIGHT-NING, AND FLUT-TER-SHY! THANK YOU, LIGHT-NING, AND FLUT-TER-SHY! THANK YOU, LIGHT-NING, AND FLUT-TER-SHY! THANK YOU, LIGHT-NING, AND FLUT-TER-SHY!

Garble: Yes, THANK YOU GIRLS! Anything to get Luna and Swirlinaitis to shut up…

-Lightning and Fluttershy enter the ring as The System intently glares at them. Lightning is handed a microphone as she stands in front of The System, while Fluttershy is standing behind her-

Swirlinaitis: Ladies, we weren't quite finished yet. It would be best if you left this ring N-

Lightning: Like hell we are! You've been in charge for 10 minutes or so, and we're already sick to DEATH of your babbling! We can tell very early on, that without Mr. Rich, Lunacy is going to spiral out into a vortex of complete BULLCRAP! -major cheers-

Luna: Terminate all of these references towards Filthy. This is MY SHOW, Monday Night LUNAcy! It was created for ME to rule over it! This does not revolve around Mr. Rich anymore, it revolves around me and The System! -boos-

Lightning: If you expect us to just purge Mr. Rich's EXISTENCE from our minds, you've all got another thing coming! -cheers- He gave us our big break. He's the one that allowed me and Fluttershy to come together. He granted us a chance to become the Chick Combo CHAMPIONS! -cheers- No matter how hard you try, no matter how severely you damage Lunacy, Mr. Rich will always and FOREVER be the RIGHTFUL owner of THIS SHOW! -the crowd is completely behind Lightning's words-

Garble: RIGHT ON! RIGHT FUCKING ON!

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

Swirlinaitis: ….Is that really how you feel…-he looks over Lightning's shoulder with a smirk- Fluttershy…? -Fluttershy shrinks a bit under his gaze, as Lightning pats her on the shoulder-

Lightning: Don't try to intimidate her! She's already been hurt enough over what's happened in the past 24 hours. It was MY idea to come out here, but I'm speaking from the HEART; both mine AND Fluttershy's!

Luna: Well isn't that just PRECIOUS. I'm sure Mr. Rich is quite proud of the way you two have bonded since coming together. However, I cannot allow you and Fluttershy to infringe upon my sermon without taking a...PROPER course of action. Mr. Rich may not have made a big deal out of it, but when your General Manager is speaking, I demand the total and utter SILENCE and ATTENTION of my subjects!

Lightning: -she walks forward a bit, getting closer to Luna's face with a stone expression- ….Well you have our attention right now, so let's hear it…-the crowd OHHHs lightly at the tension in the ring- How are you going to deal with our little intrusion?

Ahuizotl: It might not be a good idea to test her, Lightning...

Luna: Since you're so curious, and considering the fact that you were so ADAMANT on bringing your partner out here, I can't help but notice that you both have even brought out your titles.

Lightning: -she looks at the gold that is aligned on her and Fluttershy's shoulder- Well yeah, we take a great deal of pride as Champions. What of it?

Luna: -she gives a quick chuckle- Very soon, Lightning, you are going to learn that the choices you make not only affect YOU, but your friends, as well. And the closest friend of yours I see in this region...is Fluttershy.

Lightning: What the hell are you getting at?

Luna: I plan to rebuild Lunacy from the ground up, and I think I'll start with the Chick Combo titles…

-Lightning grips her title, narrowing her eyes at Luna-

Luna: Oh, don't worry...I'm not going to take them away. But let's see how you and Fluttershy fare against your next challengers…

-As Lightning and Fluttershy are trying to process Luna's words, they are both blindsided by Sunset and Cadance! (Sunset attacked Lightning, and Cadance attacked Fluttershy) The crowd begins booing unanimously as Cadance and Sunset lay a fierce beat down on the Champions-

Garble: IT'S A DAMN AMBUSH! THE CHAMPIONS GOT ROCKED!

Ahuizotl: ARE GOING TO SEE A TITLE MATCH?! … NO! NO DON'T GO TO BREAK! STAY WITH IT FOR A MINUTE!

Garble: DAMMIT! WE HAVE TO GO TO BREAK, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH AN UPDATE!

-We return from commercial with Sunset continuing to apply a rest-hold on Fluttershy in the middle of the ring-

Match 2: Chick Combo Championships - Lightning Dust & Fluttershy vs Sunset Shimmer & Cadance

Ahuizotl: We are back on Monday Night Lunacy, with a Championship-yes a CHAMPIONSHIP match in progress!

Garble: During the break, Luna made it official. Our oh-so-GRACIOUS General Manager has decided to give Sunset and Cadance a Chick Combo title shot..FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON!

Ahuizotl: Well, there IS a reason, but it's a very ludicrous one! This is Luna's idea of punishing the Champions.

Garble: Imagine Sunset Shimmer as a dual Champion…

Ahuizotl: Please no...her ego is already enormous enough with just ONE Championship.

Crowd: FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY! FLUT-TER-SHY!

Cadance: SHUT UP!

Ahuizotl: And these fans are taking Mr. Rich's advice! They're willing Fluttershy on, trying to guide her through the vicious clutches of Sunset!

-Fluttershy soon is able to rise to her feet, Sunset gritting her teeth as she tries her best to apply more pressure. Fluttershy strikes Sunset with elbows to the gut, the fans chanting "YAY" with each elbow. When she feels she is able to escape, Fluttershy lifts Sunset into the air in a back suplex position, but Sunset rakes Fluttershy's eyes while in the air, forcing Fluttershy to release her. Sunset crashes her body into Fluttershy, which forces her onto the mat-

Garble: FLUTTERSHY'S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

Ahuizotl: NO NO! NOT THIS WAY!

*1…..2…-Fluttershy manages to get a shoulder up, pushing Sunset off of her body-

Garble: Sunset raked Fluttershy's eyes while out of the referee's line of sight! I damn sure don't approve of it, but she is certainly willing to do whatever it takes to bring another title home to The System.

Ahuizotl: Fluttershy and Lightning won't hand over the titles that easily! They've been surviving ever since they won them!

-3 minutes later-

-Fluttershy jumps off the top rope, knocking Cadance down to the mat with a front Missile Dropkick. The crowd continues to cheer her on as she begins crawling towards her corner-

Ahuizotl: Can Fluttershy make it?! She's been abused since the very outset of this match!

-Cadance also is crawling towards her corner, but Fluttershy is going a bit faster. Lightning has her hand out, and nearly makes contact with Fluttershy's, until she is pulled off the apron-

Garble: Who the-HEY! IT'S THE SWORD!

-The referee calls for the bell as Drollins, Reigns, and Ditzbrose begin mauling Lightning on the floor. The fans are booing, as they expected more out of this match, but they are soon struck in awe…-

Ahuizotl: WHY IN THE WORLD ARE THE SWORD OUT H-OH GOD! -Fluttershy dives through the middle rope, and crashes into Drollins and Ditzbrose, knocking them to the ground, where she then proceeds to pummel on them- THIS is the Fluttershy that you don't want to mess with!

Garble: She may not be comfortable speaking her mind in that ring, but when she sees her friend in trouble OHOOOO! Fists will be flying!

-Reigns shoves Fluttershy off of her teammates and blocks Drollins and Ditzbrose as they leap over the barricade. Reigns soon joins them, leaving Fluttershy and Lightning to recover on the floor, and The System in shock and anger-

Ahuizotl: We will never know if Cadance and Sunset would've won this match, but in the case that they did, The Sword have done us a MASSIVE favor!

Garble: A favor we will NEVER be able to repay them on! The Sword and the Champions have been at each other's throats for 3 months now, but they've done the same with them! Drollins, Ditzbrose, and Reigns have SECURED Lightning Dust and Fluttershy's tag team title reign, for at least a bit longer.

Ahuizotl: They certainly aren't doing it to be courteous, though...as always, there is an ulterior motive in mind for the Hounds of Justice.

-The Sword escape through the crowd as the referee hands the Champions their belts, as they both look quite taken aback. Meanwhile, the rest of The System have joined Cadance, who looks ready to murder someone, and Sunset in the ring-

Garble: Look at Luna's face! She and the rest of her gang were standing right here at ringside, preparing to congratulate a new pair of Chick Combo Champions that I'm sure they believe are WAY more worthy than the current ones...heh...yeah right.

Ahuizotl: Lord only knows how Luna will respond to this debacle, as her intent to discipline Lightning Dust and Fluttershy has, for all intensive purposes, been a bust, thanks in part to The Sword. Nevertheless, Fluttershy and Lightning Dust are going to escape with their Chick Combo Championships in tow, as we head backstage to our broadcast colleague, Silver Shi-

-Silver Shill is going to have to wait, as the sound of creepy piano keys cut Ahuizotl off-

*DEH!*

-There is a long pause, before the foreboding sound of a banjo begins to play, and we see Ericka Rowan tilting her head with her sheep mask donning her face. The camera zooms out from her face to show Harper standing next to her, holding up the sacred lantern, which brings light to the form of Amay Wythyst, who is sitting in her rocking chair-

Amay: -signing in her bayou drawl- And we went down in the river to pray...studyin' about those good ol' days and who shall wear, the starry crown? Good lord, show me the waaaay. He taught me...he taught me from a young age...he said, "you gotta get them..before they get you…a rattlesnake's skin..is the same color as the leaves," he said…-she chuckles for a short time- and we all understood him...he led us with love, but he taught us, that the fires...well they were our friends, too…"the world is an evil place," he said! And we agreed...and I was there...I was there when he took his FINAL BREATH! He pulled me in close...and he said, "you're the one…" he said, "they chose you...long before you were ever in existence…" -she smiles- and I understood what he meant...his touch, could save the world...but his kiss...burns it to the ground...I love you...Brother Avery…-she grins at the camera before slipping into a fit of giggles until she begins to sign once again- doooown, sisters, let's go down...down by the river to praaaay…-Amay's words echo as she leans forward in her rocking chair, clasping her hands together. The music abruptly fades out, as we hear a final, "DEH!"

We immediately are brought into the GM's office, where The Sword have entered and are approached by Luna-

Ditzbrose: You wanted to see us, boss?

Luna: Yes, I did. And I'm sure you three know WHY I've asked you here. I need you to explain to me why you so RECKLESSLY destroyed the Championship match I had set up!

Ditzbrose: -looks at her teammates before she decides to speak- Look, Luna...we know that Cadance and Sunset are your girls, they're your prodigies and all that junk, and we ain't got an issue with that.

Drollins: -shakes her head- No we don't. But last week, OUR chance to become the Chick Combo Champions was thwarted by outside interference. Rosely was about to Spear Lightning Dust right out of CONSCIOUSNESS, when Rarity and Twilight Sparkle so desperately SCREWED us out of the titles, just to get some PETTY upper hand for Team Rich!

Ditzbrose: Lightning Dust...Fluttershy...THEY SHOULDN'T BE THE CHAMPIONS! That gold of theirs should be around OUR waists right now!

Reigns: Luna...that's the ultimate injustice in all of this.

Drollins: Whether you're backing them or not, Cadance and Sunset should NOT be getting a title shot over US. WE are the rightful number 1 contenders, and we will do whatever it takes to secure our share of power!

Ditzbrose: Speaking of power...we're the reason why you're even in charge of this shindig.

Luna: Is that so?

Ditzbrose: -cracking her knuckles- Yes ma'am. We were the M.V.P.'s of Team Luna, there's no doubting it.

Drollins: We eliminated nearly HALF of the opposition. The Sword, out of all of our teammates, were the only members standing tall at the end of the match. Actually...we were the ones who eliminated BOTH of the Chick Combo Champions. Just imagine how much DIFFERENT things would've turned out had we joined...oh, I don't know, Filthy Rich's team? -she smirks-

Reigns: You wouldn't be General Manager right now, plain and simple. We were your saving grace.

Luna: Okay, okay...I see your point. The significance that you three brought to my team was unmeasurable, and the most concrete reason as to why we were victorious. I apologize for jumping the gun tonight, and overlooking the rematch you beyond question deserve. I plan to right this wrong pronto...which one of you three would like to compete in tonight's Battle Royal?

-All three members look at each other extensively-

Ditzbrose: ...Well it can't be Reigns. She's afraid of heights.

Reigns: -upset- Aw, damn! That was supposed to be a secret, man!

Drollins: Why don't you do it, Diane? You're berzerk enough to jump off those ladders without any regard for your well-being.

Ditzbrose: -she shrugs- Yeah, that'd be pretty fun. You're the high flyer, though. A ladder match would be right up your alley.

Drollins: Hmm...you're right. I've got no problem being 20 feet in the air. Luna, I'll be in the Battle Royal. I'm a shoo-in to win that briefcase!

Luna: -she nods- Sounds good. And that brings us to High Stakes, where Rosely and Diane will compete for the Chick Combo Championships...against Fluttershy and Lightning Dust. -The Sword all smirk in delight over that announcement- Don't make me regret giving you another chance, girls.

Ditzbrose: You've got nothing to worry about. Those belts will soon belong to the Hounds of Justice...same goes for the Hope Springs Eternal contract.

Drollins: If you're searching for a sterling pair of Champions, you need not look ANY further than The Sword, Luna.

Reigns: Believe THAT!

-The scene ends with The Sword exiting Luna's office, with Luna grinning as she crosses her arms. She seems to be content with her decision-

Garble: This month isn't looking too favorable to the Chick Combo Champions, 'Zotl...Fluttershy and Lightning have got daunting challenges popping up from all corners!

Ahuizotl: They will certainly have their work cut out for them over the next 4 weeks. They still have to get through 18 other women in that upcoming Battle Royal, but if any tag team can handle this INSANE amount of adversity, it's Fluttershy and Lightning Dust!

-We see Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts in the ring, preparing for tag team action-

Garble: And if I've heard correctly, these two beautiful young broads are about to come face-to-face with some COLOSSAL adversity of their own…

-For the second time tonight, the crowd's attention is grabbed by the sound of creepy piano keys. Many a cheer is heard as yet another "DEH" rings throughout the arena-

Ahuizotl: I could hear the collective gulps of Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts from where I'm sitting…

-As per usual, a lantern is lit, which illuminates the headquarters of The Wythyst Family-

Amay: We're here…-the lantern is then blown out, as the Lunacy fans in attendance begin rising to their feet, turning on their cell phones in joy. Amay Wythyst walks out onto the stage, holding her lantern up as her disciples are just behind her-

Ahuizotl: One week after defeating 3MB, Ericka Rowan and Lucy Harper are poised to dismantle another team, as the architect of annihilation, Amay Wythyst, will be observing from ringside.

Garble: After the roll these 3 monsters have been on, the LAST thing I would want to do is tussle with them…

-Amay sits in her rocking chair, rocking a few times before blowing the lantern out. The lights return as Amay points at the ring, Harper and Rowan proceeding to waltz towards it. Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts look mortified, and the bell hasn't even rung yet-

Ahuizotl: This is the first time Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts will be seen across syndicated television, and it very well may be the LAST.

Garble: What a terrible debut this is going to be...they're going to be SLAUGHTERED.

-Ericka Rowan steps into the ring, removing her sheep mask and growling at her opponents. Neither Lemon nor Twinkleshine want any part of this match as the referee rings the bell-

Match 3: Lemon Hearts & Twinkleshine vs The Wythyst Family w/ Amay Wythyst

-As soon as the bell rings, Lemon and Twinkle leave the ring and attempt to run up the ramp, but Amay stops them as she gets up from her rocking chair-

Amay: -holding her arms out and grinning- Where might you be running off to, little SHEEP?

Garble: Face it, girls...there is NO safe haven as long as this family is around…

-Lemon Hearts turns around and eats a nasty Big Boot from Harper. Twinkleshine, beginning to panic, turns around and gets clobbered with a shoulder block from Rowan that sends her smashing into the barricade. Amay Wythyst cackles as Rowan picks up Twinkleshine and throws her into the ring-

Ahuizotl: I guess Twinkleshine will be the legal participant for her team.

-Harper measures Lemon Hearts before nailing her with a twisted Savate Kick to the side of her head. Lemon crumbles to the ground as the crowd OHHHHs at the wicked impact-

Garble: FUCKING HELL! This is likely going to be all Twinkleshine, because I can't imagine Lemon Hearts will be getting up anytime soon…

-2 minutes later-

-With Lemon Hearts still unconscious on the outside of the ring, Harper steps onto Twinkleshine's back with both feet as her neck is hung over the bottom rope. Harper is holding onto the top rope with both hands to apply even MORE pressure-

Ahuizotl: Every ounce of life...every bit of BREATH that exists inside Twinkleshine's body, and Harper and Rowan will not be satisfied until they squeeze it all from her!

Harper: YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEEEEAAAAHHHH! -Harper finally steps off Twinkleshine's back as the referee nears his 5 count, thrusting her hands towards the referee's face and making weird hand signals-

Garble: So creepy, so methodic...Harper and Rowan are fighting like they have something to prove, but what could that be? They and Amay made an example out of 3MB last week. So what's with all the aggression?

Ahuizotl: Perhaps Amay is expecting them to turn up the notch on the destruction meter with each successful confrontation.

Garble: That seems about right for Amay Wythyst…

-2 more minutes later-

-Harper nails Twinkleshine with a Michinoku Driver, but rather than go for a cover, she tags in Rowan, who enters the ring and lifts Twinkleshine up briefly before driving her into the mat with a Full nelson slam-

Garble: JEEZ! What velocity by Rowan!

Ahuizotl: Do yourself a favor Twinkleshine...DON'T kick out.

*1…..2…...3!*

Garble: Smart girl. Unfortunately, I think her wrestling endeavors have come to an end.

Madden: Here are YOUR WINNEEEERRRRRS...Theeee Wythyyyyst Familyyyyy…

-Harper enters the ring, leaning down and grasping Rowan's shoulders with her hands and sticking her tongue out as Rowan is on her knees, looking around at the audience, expressionless-

Ahuizotl: As hard as you may try, as valiantly as you may fight, there is no way on Earth that you can run from The Wythyst Family. One way or another, you WILL be hurt.

Garble: Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts tried their damndest to get away, but with Amay Wythyst at ringside, it just wasn't going to happen. She wanted to witness a massacre, and tonight on Lunacy she saw JUST that.

-Amay enters the ring as Rowan and Harper get to their feet and move out of the way so that Amay can drop to her knees and hold her arms out, shouting "FOLLOW THE BUZZAAAAARDS!"-

Ahuizotl: It's almost a guarantee that Amay Wythyst will be in that upcoming Battle Royal, and that spells nothing but doom for the other 19 hopeful women that will be sharing the ring with her.

Garble: Hopeful is a good word, as they are all hopeful to be apart of the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match. If Amay has her way, however, their hope will very soon expire.

-Amay cackles as she looks up to the sky, as we get lasting shots of Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts unmoving in the ring, and on the outside-

*DEH!*

-After a quick EWF merchandise plug, we return to the arena, set for some more action. Bulk Biceps' theme song sends the crowd into a frenzy-

Garble: It's time for the first of our two Battle Royals tonight!

-Bulk appears on the stage, pacing around as Suri Poloman lurks behind him. Bulk steps from side-to-side at the top of the stage before wildly thrusting his fists down, an explosion of pyro erupting from the sides of the ramp, which drives Bulk and Suri to the ring with all the energy in the world-

Madden: The following conteeest, is a TWENTY MAAAAN..OVERRRR THE TOP ROOOOPE..BAAAAATTLEEEEE ROYAAAAAAAL, to determine, the final 7 competitors in the Carnival of Carnage ladder match, and the NUMBER ONE CONTEDEEERRRR..to the CARNAAAAAAGE CHAAAAMPIONSHIIIIIP! Introducing FIRST..accompaniiiied, by SURRRRRIIIIIII POLOMAAAAAAAN! Frooom MINNEAPOLIIIIIS, MINNESOTAAAAAAA! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULK BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEPS!

Garble: And here comes the LAST man on the EWF roster that I would want to be competing against; whether that be in a singles match, a Battle Royal, and ESPECIALLY not in a freaking LADDER MATCH!

Ahuizotl: But there is a very good chance that Bulk Biceps will be competing at High Stakes. Whether it will be as part of the Carnival of Carnage, or challenging Giz Hero for his title, is what we will find out by the end of this contest.

Garble: A ladder match is a dangerous match in and of itself...but how DRASTICALLY will the complexion of this match change if BULK BICEPS is competing in it?!

Ahuizotl: If what Bulk has done since joining the tutelage of Suri Poloman is any indication, there would be MUCH more havoc that any normal ladder match!

-Bulk jumps from side-to-side on the apron as he latches onto the top rope. He shakes the rope once and violently squats, as another explosion of pyro fires off from the four corners. Bulk then leaps over the top rope, landing on his feet as Suri enters the ring herself. Bulk paces in the middle of the ring as Suri is given the microphone of Madden, which she accepts graciously, mouthing the words, "thank you very much." She joins her client in the middle of the ring, as the crowd is already cheering, for they know that she is about to speak-

Garble: Oh goody! Suri is about to grace us with the presence of his words!

Ahuizotl: This crowd has been awaiting the moment for when she will speak again, and quite frankly, I always enjoy her articulation, too.

Suri: …..Ladies and gentlemen...my name...is -the crowd says her name along with her- Suri...Poloman. -the crowd is already cheering as Suri pauses- Well that was easy. -she turns to Bulk and gives him a toothy grin, before turning back to re-address the audience- And as you are all mindful of...I am the PROUD advocate, for the single GREATEST threat...to the Carnage Championship...BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLK!
BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEPS! -the crowd continues to cheer as Suri adjusts the collar on her business dress-

Crowd: BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS! BULK BI-CEPS!

Suri: And taking into account the fact that you are all chanting his name, I am led to believe that, despite the fact that he did not walk out of The Royal Rumble with the Carnage Championship, you, the EWF Universe are not DISAPPOINTED by Bulk Biceps. Am I correct in this assumption? -the crowd cheers-

Crowd: HE IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* HE IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* HE IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* HE IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* HE IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* HE IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Suri: You, my good people, have got it right! -they cheer- For this exact same reason, I myself do not DARE be discouraged by my client's performance...this is because Bulk Biceps' performance, in last night's Fatal 4 Way match, was nothing short of SPECTACULAR! -cheers- ASTOUNDING! Why, I'd go so far as to say it was TRANSCENDENTAL! What kind of advocate would I be, if I chastised Bulk Biceps for such an incredible execution of excellence? Why, I'd be a fraud! A phony! I'd be a living, breathing HOAX! I might as well hang up my business skirt, and forget about this whole apostle thing….LUCKILY, I'm SMARTER than that...and so are YOU people! -cheers- For we all understand that in contempt of the outcome, that Fatal 4 Way Match was Bulk Biceps' METAMORPHOSIS! HE had the most to prove out of everyone in that match, and as far as I'm concerned, he surpassed the expectations of EVERYONE...even ME! Yes, ME! In the record book, it will stand as a LOSS for Bulk Biceps, technically, yes. But from MY assessment, Bulk Biceps was NOT the one who took the pinfall, and he was not, and NEVER will be the recipient of a submission, so did Bulk Biceps TRULY lose? He took Thunderlane, Rumble, and the Champion HIMSELF, Giz Hero to Suuuu. Plexxx. CITYYYY. -the crowd cheers enormously loud-

Crowd: SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* SU-PLEX CI-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-Bulk Biceps cannot help but laugh wholeheartedly about how well that has gotten over-

Suri: -nodding intently- You all witnessed it! SEVEN….TEEN. SEVENTEEN Suplexes, all of a different variety, were delivered to those three unsuspecting gentlemen, and it is an experience they will NEVER forget. Then there was the way that Bulk Biceps so majestically and exhilaratingly ROSE from the debris of that commentary table and continued to carry forward, dispatching suplex after suplex after suplex after suplex after suplex after suplex after suplex
after suplex after suplex AFTER SUPLEX! And TONIGHT, though he may have succumbed to the FAILURE of his opponents, like an unyielding PHOENIX, Bulk Biceps will RISE from the ashes of defeat, and be the last man ERECTED in this "all-star" Battle Royal-and a Battle Royal it will most certainly be! A fierce contest! An intense battle from start to finish! But there can only be ONE result, and that is Bulk Biceps, giving each one of those men a hellacious German Suplex, en route to becoming the DEFINITE and INFALLIBLE number one contender to the Carnage Championship! I'm not even going to make MENTION of the ladder match, because it will not be necessary. The only thing that should be NECESSARY of Bulk Biceps' 19 opponents, is that, as SOON as the bell rings, they depart this squared circle AT ONCE! I understand that there MUST be 7 more participants decided for that ladder match, and so what I am suggesting is a DIFFERENT kind of competition. Bulk Biceps will give everyone in that match 10 seconds to exit the ring. It is up to the referees to figure out who were the FINAL 7 to leave the ring, and those 7 men will be in the ladder match, while Bulk Biceps will be battling for the coveted Carnage Championship. I know it might seem preposterous that I am even bringing forth this concept, but I am only thinking of the safety of everyone else in this match. I do not want them to become victims of my client. It would be in their best interest to comply with my admonishing. The sooner you leave the ring, the less of a chance you have of being TORMENTED and DEHUMANIZED by Bulk Biceps, the MAYOR of Suplex City! This is our ONLY warning! -Suri lets the microphone fall to the mat as both she and Bulk stare icily into the camera, piercing the souls of the 19 other mortals that are involved in the battle royal-

Garble: Yikes...and you just KNOW she isn't kidding, either...she's 100 percent serious about the threats she just laid out.

Ahuizotl: Oh, no doubt about it. But we both know that NONE of those men are going to adhere to Suri's orders. Bulk may be big, and he may be a freak of nature, but this is an opportunity that only comes around every so often!

Garble: Yeah, you're right. Those guys, even if they are scared, had better SWALLOW those butterflies, and man up! If ALL of them work together, I'm sure Bulk won't be as big of a threat as Suri predicts he will be.

Ahuizotl: Before the match begins, however, let's try to get an interview from Silver Shill. Hopefully he doesn't get interrupted again...

Silver Shill: Everyone, joining me at this time...Fancy Pants, Gustave Le Grand, and Fleur De Lis...EGO. -The camera pans over to show both Fancy and Gustave with disappointed scowls. Fleur, however, cannot be upset about anything as she continuously reflects on how beautiful she is. She hums as she teases her hair-

Fancy: …..Forgive me, old chap, but would you mind tapping into your inquisitive nature and ask us whatever questions you may have, rather than staring at Ms. Fleur all this time?

Fleur: -she giggles- Oh, it's not like he can help it. If I were in his shoes-well, first of all I would invest in some more less...TACKY footwear...but if I were in his place, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of me, either!

Silver: -clearing his throat as he turns away from Fleur, blushing- Yes, I'm sorry...the last time I interviewed you three, you stated that the tournaments to crown the King and Queen of the EWF would be the perfect chance for EGO to re-establish yourselves. Fleur planned on becoming Queen, and Gustave all but guaranteed that the title of King would be his by the end of the month.

Gustave: That we did, boy. And do you know what happened?

Silver: Well, things clearly didn't go your way, as both you and Fleur...were eliminated. In the first round, at th-

Gustave: THE DETAILS! ZEY ARE NOT NEEDED! Let's just keep it simple, shall we?

Silver: Alright. You lost.

Gustave: We are not bitter towards how last month turned out, mind you.

Fancy: EGO does not resent anything, for we know we are better than that. We would, however, like to issue our deepest congratulations to King Blueblood, one of our most esteemed colleagues over on Sublime, for becoming the King of the Ring!

Gustave: Yes, we are quite happy for him. But at the same time, we cannot help but lust for those same accolades. Nobody deserves to rule over the land of ze EWF more zhen EGO!

Fancy: We want to carve our own prestigious path like Blueblood. Another month has gone by without EGO making a grand impact. That is all going to change THIS month! Gustave and I will be two of the participants in the male's Battle Royal, and naturally, the lovely Ms. Fleur has been entered into the female's.

Gustave: We know that we are being overlooked by ze viewing public. Probably none of them expects ANY of us to advance to High Stakes, but what do they know?!

Fancy: It is quite preposterous. They dare to overlook US? We are the three most talented individuals in the EWF! We are some of the most important beings in Equestria-no, scratch that...in America-scratch that, as well! EGO is composed of some of the most illustrious, distinguished people in the WORLD.

Fleur: Or...at least, we SHOULD be treated as such! Tonight is the first step in making sure that the world's eyes are glued to everything that EGO does.

Fancy: Fleur will be in a ladder match, as will either me or Gustave. The one that isn't, will be challenging for the Carnage Championship at High Stakes. The entire EWF Universe had better prepare themselves to be indulged with VAST amounts of EGO, because this month...belongs to the elite!

-EGO walks off with confident smirks on their faces, as Silver Shill doesn't look too keen on that concept as we head to another commercial-

-We return with most of the participants for the men's Battle Royal already in the ring as Rumble lays across the apron, talking selfies as Photo Finish works to get the perfect angles on her camera-

Garble: Welcome back to Monday Night Lunacy! We are all set to find out who will join the fold as the 8 participants in the Carnival of Carnage ladder match at High Stakes.

Ahuizotl: 20 determined young lads, all looking to break into the limelight of Lunacy's male division. Let us not forget that the winner of this Battle Royal will challenge Giz Hero for the Carnage Championship, while the other 7 remaining men will be added to the perilous bout itself.

Garble: Some heavy favorites to last the entire match would be Bulk Biceps, Rumble, Thunderlane, and Flash Sentry. I also find it VERY interesting that Bill Nyeker will be competing tonight.

Ahuizotl: We have not seen him in a match since Final Reckoning I want to say. He's been trying to mold his pupils into the proper tag team. I would not be surprised if he uses Dawson and Kendrick to his advantage to make it to the final 7, or even to become the WINNER!

Garble: We've also got some newcomers competing in this match: Featherweight, and Cheese Sandwich. If either of them make it so far as the final 7, I would have to think that would earn them an official EWF contract!

Ahuizotl: That would be quite exciting for them. They've probably got butterflies the size of EAGLES in their gut right now! And there's also the heavy possibility of Gustave and or Fancy Pants making their mark in this match. Anyone that has a teammate definitely has an advantage here!

Match 4: Flash Sentry vs Snails vs Snips vs Fancy Pants vs Gustave Le Grand vs Overdrive vs Vultarian vs Bulk Biceps vs Bill Nyeker vs Dwight Dawson vs Xavier Kendrick vs Hoops vs Dumb-Bell vs Neon Lights vs DJ Z vs Rumble vs Thunderlane vs Klaus vs Featherweight vs Cheese Sandwich

-All the competitors begin rushing towards anybody they feel would be easy pickings-

Garble: Right off the bell, and the wise strategy here would be to lay low as long as you can!

-Stupidly, both Hoops and Dumb-Bell target Bulk Biceps, who isn't fazed by any of their offense. Bulk grabs Hoops and chucks him over the top rope, but to his credit, Hoops hangs on-

Ahuizotl: And very quickly, we've established who the alpha male of the contest will be, and who is on the lowest tier of the food chain…

Garble: Yeah, Hoops and Dumb-Bell...idiots! Why in the HELL would you go after the most menacing dude in the ring?!

-Bulk wraps his arms around Dumb-Bell's waist and flings him behind. Dumb-Bell flies over the top rope, crashing into his buddy and knocking both of them down to the ground simultaneously-

Ahuizotl: GOOD LORD! Two eliminations for Bulk Biceps, right off the bat!

-The crowd is already cheering as Bulk leans over the top rope, roaring at the fools on the floor-

Garble: Hit the showers, you stooges!

1st Elimination: Dumb-Bell by Bulk Biceps (1) (0:19)

2nd Elimination: Hoops by Bulk Biceps (2) (0:19)

Suri: -walking over and looking down at Hoops and Dumb-Bell with disgust- YOU MORONS! DID YOU NOT GET A LOOK AT MY CLIENT?! HE'S A FREAKING BEAST!

Ahuizotl: He sure is...everyone in that entire ring is going to need to work together to get that behemoth over the top rope!

-2 minutes later-

-Featherweight approaches Bill Nyeker, but gets clobbered by Dawson and sent into the mat for his troubles-

Garble: And just like you said, Dawson and Kendrick are going to be there for their teacher whenever he's in danger!

Nyeker: -grinning as he points down at Featherweight- EVISCERATE HIM, DWIGHT!

-Dawson gives a simple nod as he lifts up Featherweight and places him in the Sleeping in Class!-

Ahuizotl: Dawson! At the behest of Nyeker, is draining all of the energy from tiny Featherweight!

Garble: Dwight Dawson has made men close to his own size pass out from this! But how will Featherweight, someone who is about 150 pounds LIGHTER than him, manage?!

-Not long after, Featherweight's body goes limp, and Dawson positions his little figure over the top rope, releasing the submission hold. Featherweight slumps onto the apron and then tumbles down to the floor-

Garble: At least it was a peaceful exit for the kid…

3rd Elimination: Featherweight by Dwight Dawson (1) (2:37)

-Dawson turns around and comes face-to-face...with Bulk Biceps-

Garble: OHO! YES! THIS is something I've been waiting to see!

Ahuizotl: These two big bulls, these two LEVIATHANS! Something has GOT. TO. GIVE!

-The two glare at each other for a bit, but before one of them can make a move, Nyeker slides in-between them and shoves Bulk as hard as he can, which barely moves him-

Nyeker: You may have the strength of 10 men, but Mr. Dawson has that blessing, as well has the intellect of 10 EINSTEINS!

Garble: Whoa, whoa...let's not get carried away here…

Nyeker: You would be serendipitous to even have the mental capacity of a SLUG! A SL-AHHHHH!

-Nyeker screams as Bulk furiously hoists him up onto his shoulders-

Ahuizotl: I don't know how smart Bulk is, but he's bright enough to know not to run his mouth to the most imposing guy in the ring!

Garble: Nyeker should've just let his student handle that...the outcome probably would've been a lot better for him...as in, he wouldn't about to be ELIMINATED.

-Before Nyeker is planted with an F5, Kendrick chop blocks Bulk's leg, which makes him release Nyeker as he drops to one knee-

Ahuizotl: Luckily he has TWO students that have made it their sworn duty to save him. No matter how big you are, your legs are just as susceptible to pain as anyone else's!

-4 minutes later-

-Vultarian is on the top rope, with Cheese Sandwich on the middle rope below him-

Garble: Vultarian may be about to flatten Cheese Sandwich with the Buzzard Bomb!

Ahuizotl: It's a very precarious position for both of these men to be in!

-DJ Z runs over and jumps on the back of Cheese Sandwich, which he used to propel himself in the air and reach Vultarian, whom he wraps his own legs around Vultarian's head and launches him off the top rope with a Frankensteiner!

Garble: WHAT ATHLETICISM! DJ Z hit both members of SLIME with Frankensteiners last night, and one of his teammates have now become a victim!

Ahuizotl: Like I said, you need to be EXTREMELY cautious if you're going to be scaling up there in a Battle Royal.

-DJ Z Enziguris the back of Cheese Sandwich, which stuns him enough to where he is able to push up on his legs and send him falling over the top rope and down to the floor-

Garble: And the Party Extraordinaire has been ousted from this match! At least he made himself useful to DJ Z while he lasted.

4th Elimination: Cheese Sandwich by DJ Z (1) (6:54)

-On the other side of the ring, Vultarian gets tossed over the top rope by Rumble-

Ahuizotl: Prince Pretty has racked up his first elimination!

Garble: Vultarian never had a chance to recuperate after that Frankensteiner, and now Rumble is one step closer to getting another shot at his oh-so-beloved Carnage Championship.

5th Elimination: Vultarian by Rumble (1) (7:07)

-2 minutes later-

-After working on Bulk's leg nonstop, Kendrick awaits for his prey to get to their feet. He then attempts to hit the Complex Equation (Sliced Bread), but as Kendrick's feet come into contact with the top turnbuckle, Bulk regains his composure and wraps an arm around Kendrick's waist. He lifts Kendrick up into the air, turns around, and drops Kendrick to the floor with a Back Suplex-

Garble: Now Nyeker's only got one disciple at his disposal!

Ahuizotl: Bill Nyeker's chance to get another Championship match may be a few suplexes away from being over!

-Nyeker gulps, as he begins to sweat a bit. He warns Dawson to keep his distance from that monster as he backs away from Bulk's vicinity-

6th Elimination: Xavier Kendrick by Bulk Biceps (3) (9:21)

-3 minutes later-

-DJ Z jumps over the top rope, landing on the apron. He looks to hit Snips with the Spinback, but before he can springboard, Fleur De Lis grabs his foot-

Ahuizotl: Of course! The only good she has at ringside is distracting the other competitors!

Garble: Anything to give Gustave and Fancy Pants an edge. I agree, though, it's pretty ridiculous.

-DJ Z kicks at Fleur, but luckily she has already moved back to avoid damage-

DJ Z: Yo, girl! If you wanted my digits so bad, you could at least be cordial about it!

Fleur: Perhaps you can give them to me after you've been eliminated. -she winks-

-Before DJ Z can respond with a witty retort, he is surrounded by the other members of EGO, who begin punching and kicking at him-

Ahuizotl: They're trying to take advantage of Fleur's distraction, but DJ Z is hanging on!

Garble: With ONE HAND!

-Fancy puts his leg through the middle rope, and uses it to try and force DJ Z off of the middle rope. Meanwhile, Gustave is literally beating on DJ Z's hand with both of his fists. It's not long before DJ Z is hanging on with merely one finger, but even that comes to an end as Gustave grabs the lone finger, and twists it back. DJ Z has no choice but to cry out in pain as the finger flees from the top rope, sending DJ Z falling to the floor with a loud thud-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd boos loudly- That was a courageous effort by DJ Z to avoid elimination for such a lengthy time, but the combined forces of EGO have proved just TOO much to endure…

Garble: He was clinging to that rope for dear life, but Fleur's distraction spelled the end for DJ Z. What a terrible incident!

Fleur: -squatting down to DJ Z's level (on the floor)- Sorry, dearie, but I only call WINNERS. -she walks off with her head held high, leaving DJ Z to kick himself for allowing her to distract him-

7th Elimination: DJ Z by Fancy Pants (1) and Gustave Le Grand (1) (12:48)

-2 minutes later-

-Both Snips and Snails try their hand at eliminating Bulk. They actually are able to push him into the ropes, but that's as far as they get. Bulk uses each of his hands to toss the members of SLIME over the top rope-

Garble: Surprisingly, SLIME has more sense than Hoops and Dip-Wad, because they waited a lot longer to mess with Bulk Biceps.

Ahuizotl: But that's not saying much...WHY DID THEY DO IT ALONE?! They should've recruited everyone else in the ring to help! Bulk Biceps is NOT going to be stopped that smoothly!

8th Elimination: Snips by Bulk Biceps (4) (15:13)

9th Elimination: Snails by Bulk Biceps (5) (15:13)

-As Bulk turns around, he is grabbed by Dwight Dawson, who tries his absolute best to lock him in the Sleeping in Class, but is unable to even lift Bulk off the ground. Bulk leans down and hoists Dawson onto his shoulders, with the crowd rising to their feet in shock-

Ahuizotl: BULK'S GOT THE BIG MAN ON HIS SHOULDERS!

Garble: THIS WOULD BE A MONUMENTAL ELIMINATION FOR BULK! BUT HOW IS HE GOING TO GET RID OF DAWSON?!

-Bulk gives us his answer, as he spins Dawson on his shoulders, and releases him over the top rope. Dawson falls onto Snips and Snails, who have just gotten to their feet, and flattens them into the ground as the crowd loses their minds-

Ahuizotl: F5! F5 TO THE MASSIVE DWIGHT DAWSON!

Garble: THE BIGGEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE MATCH, HAS BEEN WIPED OUT!

Ahuizotl: And he WIPED OUT Snips and Snails on his way down to the floor!

Garble: OVER 350 POUNDS, SENT SPIRALING OUT OF THE RING! What an incredible IMPACT Bulk Biceps has made in this match!

Ahuizotl: SIX eliminations! SIX! Nobody else has come even CLOSE!

10th Elimination: Dwight Dawson by Bulk Biceps (6) (15:33)

Garble: And now Mr. Nyeker is all alone...he doesn't have his students to watch his back anymore!

Ahuizotl: He doesn't have to hold out for much longer. After the next 2 eliminations, we will know who will either make up the other 7 combatants in the ladder match, or get a shot at the Carnage Championship!

-3 minutes later-

-Overdrive is up on the top rope, with Rumble down on the mat-

Garble: As we come down to the wire in such a pivotal match like this one, it is necessary that Overdrive kick it into MAXIMUM Overdrive!

-Before he can do so, Photo Finish climbs onto the apron and snaps a photo of him-

Garble: That's certainly an...interesting way to divert someone's attention...

-This blinds Overdrive momentarily, so that Rumble may get to his feet and plant a Supermodel Kick into the base of his chin, which causes Overdrive to fall off the top rope and crash into the steel steps down below-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd winces and OHHHHHHs at the impact- OVERDRIVE'S FACE, CONNECTS WITH THE UNFORGIVING STEEL!

Garble: Overdrive was blinded by Photo Finish's snapshot! I can't believe that just happened! Kind of a lame exit to a Battle Royal, but hey, this is why it pays to bring your manager to ringside!

Ahuizotl: Though half of Overdrive's face may be made of metal, the other half of his face is not, so one can only IMAGINE how much pain was inflicted upon falling from 10 feet in the air onto those steps!

Garble: Definitely the most painful elimination thus far, but also a frontrunner for the most NONSENSICAL. No offense to Overdrive, it could've happened to anyone, but this is probably a Battle Royal that he'd like to forget about in the future…it's also worth pointing out that Rumble was the source of BOTH members of The Cybernetic Scavengers' downfall in this match!

11th Elimination: Overdrive by Rumble (2) (18:49)

-2 minutes later-

-Rumble once again finds himself in trouble, as he is handing onto the bottom rope with both hands, Gustave attempting to make him another fatality of this match-

Ahuizotl: Rumble could be on the verge of elimination RIGHT HERE!

Garble: Prince Pretty might want to transform into the Prince of Persia and parkour out of this tight spot!

Ahuizotl: I have no idea what you're talking about…

-Photo Finish lies underneath Rumble and puts her feet up against his back-

Garble: BRILLIANT! LOOK AT THIS!

Ahuizotl: I have to admit, that's pretty damn smart! Rumble won't be able to be eliminated with Photo's feet propped up against his back!

Garble: WHAT AN AMAZING STRATEGY!

-Photo must stop what she is doing, however, as she catches Fleur De Lis snapping photos of herself with Photo's gigantic camera. Photo gets up and walks over to Fleur-

Ahuizotl: Rumble's in trouble again! Fleur has lured Photo Finish away from her managerial duties!

Photo: Vat are you doing?!

Fleur: Just putting your camera to good use, sweetie!

Photo: Ms. Fleur! If you vant a photoshoot of your own, I can arrange that! But thees camera is specifically for MY use! YOU are the model! You must let ME take the photos, not yourself!

Garble: It's like both of these managers are competing to save their client from potential elimination!

-Luckily for Rumble, Neon Lights shoves Gustave over the top rope as he is busy trying to eliminate Rumble-

Ahuizotl: Gustave hangs on, but that gives Rumble the opening to slide back into the ring from under the bottom rope!

-As Gustave is doing his best to hang on, Rumble sends his boot through the middle rope and lands another Supermodel Kick to the back of Gustave's head, which promptly forces him to release the top rope and fall face-first to the floor-

Garble: GUSTAVE IS ELIMINATED!

Ahuizotl: If it weren't for Neon Lights trying to gain his own elimination, Rumble may have not been heading to High Stakes at all!

12th Elimination: Gustave Le Grand by Rumble (3) (21:24)

Ahuizotl: And the field has been set! These are your final 8 competitors in this Battle Royal: Flash Sentry, Bill Nyeker, Fancy Pants, Rumble, Neon Lights, Thunderlane, Bulk Biceps, and-...what? I've been keeping track of every elimination, but apparently there are only SEVEN men left in this match…

Garble: That's strange...I guess you weren't keeping track good enough. Does that mean that Gustave will be in the ladder match?

Ahuizotl: I….I suppose so...he will be one of the participants, and so will the next 6 men who are eliminated!

-25 seconds later-

-Nyeker wraps his legs around Bulk's waist as he is standing up and tries to lock in his Number Cruncher (Kimura lock) submission maneuver. Bulk has none of this as he positions Nyeker onto his shoulders-

Garble: Nyeker was attempting to break Bulk's arm, but HE may wind up being broken in the process!

-From the corner of his eye, Bulk catches Xavier Kendrick flying off the top rope. He drops Nyeker onto the mat so he can instead capture Kendrick onto his arms-

Ahuizotl: NOW KENDRICK'S IN TROUBLE!

Garble: Bulk has already eliminated Kendrick from this match, but I guess he's being forced to eliminate him for GOOD!

-Kendrick tries his best to squirm out of Bulk's grasp, but it's to no good. Help does come his way as Bulk turns around, in the form of Dwight Dawson, who clobbers Bulk with a Running body block!-

Ahuizotl: Dawson's back in the ring, now!

-Dawson rescues Kendrick from the stunned Bulk, before both he and his partner begin beating down the beast-

Garble: And The Substitutes of Salvation, living up to their name as they rescue their teacher from impending doom!

-Bulk shoves Kendrick and Dawson back, but he is soon overwhelmed as Neon Lights and Flash Sentry are soon attacking him, as well. Very soon, everyone in the ring is doing their part to soften up Bulk Biceps-

Ahuizotl: And now EVERYONE is working as one! This is what we've been saying they should do since the beginning!

Garble: They must've had a revelation just now!

-All 8 men in the ring push Bulk into the ropes, and with their united strength, are soon able to dispose of him over the top rope!-

Ahuizotl: THEY GOT HIM OUT! BULK BICEPS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Garble: THE MAN WITH 6 ELIMINATIONS HAD TO BE ELIMINATED BY MORE THAN 6 MEN! UNBELIEVABLE!

Ahuizotl: But he'll be in the ladder match at High Stakes, and he'll be sure to get back at all those who are joining him in that bout!

-Bulk looks furious, and seems set on climbing back in the ring and exacting some revenge, but Suri holds him back-

Suri: Enough, Bulk! You DON'T fight for FREE!

13th Elimination: Bulk Biceps by Dwight Dawson (2), Xavier Kendrick (1), Flash Sentry (1), Neon Lights (1), Bill Nyeker (1), Rumble (4), Thunderlane (1), and Fancy Pants (2) (22:35)

-2 minutes later-

-Nyeker avoids a Scissors Kick from Neon Lights and immediately jumps onto him and clasps on the Number Cruncher-

Garble: Neon Lights is WAY smaller than Bulk Biceps, so this should be easier for Nyeker!

-Neon stumbles into the ropes as Nyeker struggles to wrestle him to the mat. As this clash ensues, a man enters the ring through the bottom rope and runs up to the two. Neon sees him coming, but Nyeker does not-

Garble: What the?! WHO THE HELL IS IN THE RING?!

-The man uses each of his hands to flip Neon and Nyeker over the top rope. Nyeker releases Neon's arm in confusion, but it is too late for him to latch onto any of the ropes as he and Neon fall to the floor-

Ahuizotl: WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHO IS THAT?!

Garble: Whoever it is, he just eliminated 2 dudes at once!

14th Elimination: Neon Lights by Klaus (1) (24:57)

15th Elimination: Bill Nyeker by Klaus (2) (24:58)

Ahuizotl: But where did he come from?! Was he hiding under the ring this whole match?!

Garble: He must've exited through the bottom rope as soon as the bell rang, and we were too pre-occupied with everything else to realize!

Crowd: WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU?

Ahuizotl: My thoughts exactly...this random guy is one of the 7 other men who will be in the Carnival of Carnage, so I guess we'll be learning who he is on the road to High Stakes!

Garble: And with this revelation, we now know that Gustave Le Grand will NOT be competing in that ladder match...THIS guy will be!

Klaus: -peering over the top rope, looking down at Neon and Nyeker- I win and you LOSE! -He turns around with a smirk, only to be met with Flash Sentry, whose presence causes him to jump back a little bit-

Ahuizotl: This poor guy is about to be met with a terrible fate…

-Flash cranks his neck as Klaus runs at him. Flash simply kicks him in the gut before delivering a Flash Flood to him-

Garble: He's out like a light!

-Flash picks Klaus up and throws him over the top rope-

Ahuizotl: Nowhere to go but DOWN!

16h Elimination: Klaus by Flash Sentry (2) (25:17)

Garble: Just 4 left! Who is going to get that title shot?!

-4 minutes later-

-As Flash rests against the ropes, Rumble decides to Supermodel Kick him, like he has a few others in this match. He rears back, and brings his foot forward. The only problem is that Flash sways to the side a bit, and Rumble's foot gets caught on the top rope. All Flash has to do then is lift Rumble's other leg over the top rope, and suddenly, Rumble winds up on the floor-

Garble: THE SUPERMODEL KICK MISSED! It wound up costing Rumble that time around!

Ahuizotl: Did he have a great performance or WHAT, though?! FOUR eliminations, and he lasted just about 30 minutes to top it all off!

-Rumble shoves Photo's camera out of his face as he is trying to recover from his disheartening loss on one knee-

Rumble: Don't take PICTURES OF ME! What's wrong with you?! I LOST!

Photo: I am sorry, Rumble! I just figured your current emotional state would garner some GREAT pictures for that Rumble collage we were talking about.

Rumble: Hmmm...you know, you make a great point. So far all we've got is pictures of me looking smug. Alright! Snap away, and I'll make some gloomy faces that will be worthy of apology cards that state, "hey, sorry I ran over your dog. "

17th Elimination: Rumble by Flash Sentry (3) (29:46)

-2 minutes later-

-Flash is standing on the apron as he tries to restore his energy. What he doesn't expect is for Fleur De Lis to low blow him-

Garble: -as the fans boo heavily- OUCH! Fleur may have neutralized Flash for good!

-Fancy Pants runs over and nails Flash with a forearm, knocking him off the apron and into the barricade-

Ahuizotl: And Fancy hits the final blow! What an utter SHAME that is!

Garble: You're telling me...Flash may have been on his way to securing his first ever one-on-one Championship match, but Fleur SWEPT it out from under him! That bitch…

Ahuizotl: If I was him, I would be ENRAGED! Who knows when he'll get an opportunity like that again?!

18th Elimination: Flash Sentry by Fancy Pants (3) (32:17)

Garble: Thanks to the wile of his LOVELY manager, Fancy Pants is ONE elimination away from putting EGO BACK on the map with a GUARANTEED Championship match!

Ahuizotl: But look at Thunderlane! He's been relatively quiet this entire match, and that isn't a bad thing, because it shows that he's mostly been preserving his energy for this moment!

Garble: Good point. And they both have a girl by their side that will do all it takes to make sure that their man comes out victorious! Thunderlane and Fancy Pants...both of them are heading to High Stakes either way, but the winner has the privilege of avoiding the ladder match ALTOGETHER. They won't need some contract, because they will earn the right to a title match UPFRONT.

Crowd: THERE'S NO-ONE TO CHEER FOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THERE'S NO-ONE TO CHEER FOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THERE'S NO-ONE TO CHEER FOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THERE'S NO-ONE TO CHEER FOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THERE'S NO-ONE TO CHEER FOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* -suddenly, a random fan yells, "WHAT ABOUT CLOUDCHASERRRRR?" to which the fans scream in agreement- CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER! CLOUD-CHAS-ER!

Thunderlane: Don't cheer for her! You all should be showing support for ME! -the crowd boos as Thunderlane presents himself to them, which turns up to be a mistake as Fancy Pants knocks him to the mat-

Ahuizotl: Better pay attention to the match and not the crowd if you want that title shot, Thunderlane!

-3 minutes later-

-Thunderlane is on the top rope, about to hit the Thunderstruck, that is until Fleur De Lis climbs onto the apron-

Ahuizotl: AGAIN?! GET HER OUT OF HERE! SHE'S DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE!

-Just as soon as she gets up there, she is pulled down by Cloudchaser, who gains a plethora of cheers from the crowd-

Garble: Nice job, Cloudchaser! Fleur's face gets smashed into the apron!

-Thunderlane gives his girlfriend a thumbs up before he leaps off the top rope. Fancy Pants moves out of the way at the last second, as Thunderlane's Frog Splash attempts ends with his ribs crashing into the canvas-

Ahuizotl: The Thunderstruck is avoided!

-Thunderlane quickly gets to his feet as he rests against the ropes, holding his ribs. Fancy knows that is as good a time as any to capitalize, as he runs at Thunderlane. Luckily, Thunderlane is able to regain his senses, so he pulls down the top rope with both hands. Fancy, who was going for a Clothesline, instead trips over the top rope, falling to the floor-

Garble: THUNDERLANE DUCKED THE CLOTHESLINE! HE'S GOING TO HIGH STAKES!

-The bell rings as Thunderlane drops to his knees, looking at Cloudchaser with a loving smile. Cloudchaser grins back at him as she climbs into the win-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNEEEEERRRRR..and the NUMBEEEERRRRR OOOOOONE CONTENDEEEEERRRR for the CARNAAAAAAGE CHAMPIOOOOOOONSHIIIIIIIP..THUUUUUUUUNDERRRRRLAAAAAAAANEEEEE!

Garble: That great point you made earlier has only been elevated, 'Zotl! Thunderlane paced himself. He subdued himself for much of this match, and it payed off in the closing seconds of this match!

Ahuizotl: It looked as if things would not pan out well. I thought that Fancy Pants was about eliminate Thunderlane after that missed Thunderstruck, but yes! Thunderlane wasn't as worn out as Fancy Pants was, and it allowed him to collect his bearings quick enough to send him packing!

Garble: And with that, Thunderlane is ALSO being sent packing...to High Stakes, that is, where he will challenge Giz Hero for the Carnage Championship! Of course, you've gotta tip your cap to Cloudchaser, who disposed of Fleur De Lis as quick as she could. If she wasn't at ringside, this match might have had a VERY different outcome!

Ahuizotl: SOMEBODY needed to take that wench out of commission, and I'm elated that it was Cloudchaser!

19th Elimination: Fancy Pants by Thunderlane (2) (35:48)

-The happy couple hug in the middle of the ring before the referee raises one of Thunderlane's hands, while Cloudchaser raises the other-

Garble: And now, the Carnival of Carnage ladder match has been FINALIZED. The 8 combatants, who will have to defy expectations and death itself in order to get that contract will be: Flash Sentry, Bill Nyeker, Neon Lights, Bulk Biceps, Shining Armor, Rumble, Fancy Pants, and that mysterious dude who we don't even know…

Ahuizotl: It certainly sounds like one HELL of a field for Carnival of Carnage! Moving off of that topic, though, it seems like Thunderlane has something to say.

-Thunderlane has a microphone in the middle of the ring, as he has his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, breathing somewhat heavily with a smile on his face-

Thunderlane: I just need the floor to say a few things real quick…-he looks at Cloudchaser- Cloudchaser, sweetie...we're coming up on one month, of the anniversary that we came back together. -Cloudchaser nods sweetly- First and foremost...thanks for looking out for me in my match just now. If you wouldn't have taken out Fleur, I don't-well, I'm pretty sure I still would've won anyway. -he smirks as Cloudchaser giggles- Over these past three weeks...I've been given a second chance that I never felt I would get again. I feel like I've got a...a new lease on life! I didn't win the title last night, but that's alright, because at High Stakes, I'm going to have a clean, fair shot at the Carnage Championship. And I owe it all…-he looks deep into his girlfriend's eyes, but swerves her as he suddenly turns his back towards her- to me, of course! -he holds his arms out as the fans boo. Cloudchaser looks puzzled as her boyfriend turns back around to meet her- Oh you thought I was going to thank YOU? Pffft! Listen here, "baaaaaaabe"...it's nice and all that our one month anniversary is just a week away, but there is something I'd MUCH rather be celebrating right now, and that's my Carnage Championship victory! -boos- But I can't do that, and do you know whyyyyyyyyy?

Crowd: YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST!

Thunderlane: Hey, looks like you morons are paying attention. Good for you! -he throws them a mocking thumbs up as they continue to boo- Yeah, I LOST. I SHOULDN'T have lost, Cloudchaser! We had a PLAN! We had a FOOLPROOF plan, that would guarantee me VICTORY, but what happened last night? WHAT HAPPENED AT THE ROYAL RUMBLE, CLOUDCHASER?! -he is yelling directly in her face, which is making her quite distressed as her smile is now completely gone- YOU didn't follow the script! You ran off Photo Finish, which is fine, BUT YOU NEVER CAME BACK! Did you think she was going to be a problem? She wouldn't have been a problem IF YOU WOULD'VE FOLLOWED OUR PLAN! That match was No Disqualification! It was the PERFECT time for you to show the world just how much you loved me! Well based on your actions, I guess you don't love me very much, if AT ALL. -there are more boos as Cloudchaser is on the verge of tears-

Cloudchaser: I DO. I DO LOVE YOU, THUNDERLANE!

Thunderlane: Well you sure did a nice job of proving that last night, because I'M not the Carnage Champion right now, and I SHOULD BE! That title should be MINE! I deserve it more than ANYONE!

Crowd: LIES LIES LIES! YOU'RE A FUCKING LI-AR, LIES LIES LIES! YOU'RE A FUCKING LI-AR, LIES LIES LIES! YOU'RE A FUCKING LI-AR, LIES LIES LIES! YOU'RE A FUCKING LI-AR, LIES LIES LIES! YOU'RE A FUCKING LI-AR, LIES LIES LIES! YOU'RE A FUCKING LI-AR, LIES LIES LIES!

Thunderlane: Like hell I am! None of you have ever won ANYTHING! You have NO CLUE how I feel right now! I was going to give you "the rub", Cloudchaser! You would have the HONOR of dating the Carnage CHAMPION, of getting to go home every Monday with a REAL winner, a REAL Champion! The complete opposite of that PLACEHOLDER, paper champion, Giz Hero! -boos- In actuality, though...even if I DID win last night, I WOULDN'T be going home with YOU. -he glares at Cloudchaser with contempt, as the crowd is prepared to kill this guy-

Cloudchaser: -as tears stream down her face- What is happening, Th-...Thunderlaaane?!

Thunderlane: You don't get it? You haven't figured it out? I WAS USING YOU, CLOUDCHASER! -massive boos are heard across the arena- ALL ALONG I WAS USING YOU! I knew that since you were close with Giz, that I could USE you to get closer to his title, and ultimately, WIN IT! And I tapped into our past, and I brought up the fact that we used to have something. The keyword there is "USED"! We USED to have a relationship, and I exploited that to my own advantage. To get you to fall in love with me again. To get you wrapped around my finger, so that you would abandon Giz, you would abandon Flitter, and you would help me achieve my RIGHTFUL spot as the greatest male wrestler on Lunacy-and on a greater scale, the entire EWF! -boos- I pretended to love you, and treat you like a princess so that you would be an accomplice to my desires. And it ALMOST worked! It ALMOST WORKED, Cloudchaser! But you SCREWED ALL OF MY PLANS UP! It was at that moment, that I realized why Rumble mistreated you for all of those months...it's because you, Cloudchaser, are WORTHLESS! -Thunderlane gets mega heat as Cloudchaser falls to her knees, her hands now buried in her face. Cloudchaser sits on the mat, continuing to glare at her- You are COMPLETELY, and UTTERLY USELESS! You can't even be USED properly! You're a TERRIBLE puppet! If you can't even perform a SIMPLE task, like aid me in becoming the Carnage Champion, THEN OF WHAT USE ARE YOU TO ME?! NONE, THAT'S THE ANSWER! YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME! Sure, you're a good lay. That night three weeks ago, when I professed my "love" to you...it was the best sex I've ever had. You always were quite good at that, but I'm not SATISFIED with just some mindless mating! No, I would give up all the sex, all the LOVE in THE WORLD to have that Championship around my waist! That title is what REALLY matters to me! Not pleasing some...some naive girl that won't even DELIVER THE GOODS! -boos- We had something LONG ago, Cloudchaser, that is true...and it wasn't just a one night stand, it wasn't some fling...it was REAL. But back then, I didn't have GOALS, I didn't have DREAMS of being the best I could be. I was just lonesome boy, looking for something, ANYTHING to make his life worthwhile...and you WERE that something to me. You gave my life MEANING, you were the reason I was able to wake up every morning...but things are different now, WAY different. I never was a good multi-tasker, you know this. This past month, I had to tackle challenging for the Carnage Championship AND making you happy enough to where you would do whatever I asked. Because of my those extra burdens I LOST. I'm not the Champion when I SHOULD BE! I was the World Brawler's Champion-the FIRST ONE! And nobody was at my side when I won it. I didn't have to worry about satisfying anybody but MYSELF. THAT is how I like things! It's time I worry about MY career, and the apex of Thunderlane will commence at High Stakes! When I win the Carnage Championship, I'm not sharing the glory with ANYBODY but MYSELF, and NOBODY will be by my side to SCREW IT UP! -Thunderlane drops his mic on the mat as he finally gets out of Cloudchaser's face, standing up on his own two feet as the crowd unrelentlessly boos him-

Ahuizotl: That dirty, sneaky, ROTTEN SON OF A BITCH! WHAT KIND OF HUMAN BEING IS HE?!

Garble: Using sweet Cloudchaser like that...I understand wanting to be Champion, but there is always a line you DON'T cross, and Thunderlane has gone FAR beyond that line!

Crowd: PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT!

Garble: The EWF Universe just hit the nail on the head! That's the most truthful chant I've ever heard, and befitting of this ASSHOLE!

-Thunderlane is about to leave the ring, but he thinks twice as Giz Hero and Flitter are shown to be sprinting down the ring, the crowd cheering for them-

Ahuizotl: GET HIM, GIZ! GET HIM! ALL THE NASTY THINGS HE SAID!

Garble: Nobody is more deserving of an ass-kicking than Thunderlane!

-Thunderlane slips out the back door as Giz and Flitter enter the ring. Giz is seething as he leans over the top rope, glaring at Thunderlane with as much intensity as he can muster. The crowd boos as Thunderlane walks away from the ring with a smirk on his face-

Ahuizotl: HOW CAN HE SMILE?! HOW HE CAN REJOICE IN THE FACT THAT HE JUST BROKE THAT YOUNG LADY'S HEART!

Garble: Cloudchaser doesn't deserve that! Very few women do! You don't use people like that, not for ANYTHING!

Ahuizotl: For something so SELFISH! For God sakes! Such a beautiful woman like her should not be reduced to TEARS in the middle of the damn ring!

-Flitter immediately hugs her sister, trying to calm her tears with her own warmth. Giz menacingly locks eyes with Thunderlane-

Crowd: CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER! CLOUD-CHASER!

Garble: This isn't even about the title at this point! Well, maybe for Thunderlane it is, but Giz Hero won't see it that way! He is blind with RAGE!

Ahuizotl: The Carnage Championship WILL be on the line at High Stakes, but I know for a FACT that Giz Hero will be fighting for something else, as well! Revenge for Cloudchaser, the sister of his girlfriend!

Garble: Cloudchaser is still crying...it seems like we say this EVERY SINGLE WEEK, and we're sorry folks, but this is downright DESPICABLE! If Thunderlane gets away with saying all of those reprehensible words, than there is truly no faith at all for humanity! Not one OUNCE of faith!

Thunderlane: This is your problem, Hero! I'm washing my hands totally CLEAN of this whole situation!

Garble: But it's YOUR FAULT, YOU DISEASED PIECE OF SHIT! CLOUDCHASER GAVE YOU HER HEART, AND YOU TURNED AROUND AND STOMPED ON IT! YOU FUCKING STOMPED ON IT!

Ahuizotl: THERE WAS NO CALL FOR THIS, ESPECIALLY LIVE ON TELEVISION! YOU COULDN'T DO THIS BACKSTAGE?!

Garble: I'm positive he wouldn't have it any other way...the asshole PLANNED it like this to EMBARRASS Cloudchaser!

Ahuizotl: Well he did a spotless job of doing just THAT! I hope he's proud of himself, because his high spirits are going to come to an painful END at HIGH Stakes!

-The segment ends, and we head backstage to Luna's office with Thunderlane blowing a kiss to his heartbroken ex-lover. Both Giz and Flitter are consoling the bawling Cloudchaser as the fans strongly chant, "YOU DESERVE BE-TTER" to her.

The General Manager is standing with SLIME, and the 3 members of The Substitutes of Salvation all in front of her-

Luna: Gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today to present to you an offer that you cannot, and even if you could, WOULD NOT decline.

Snips: Heh, heh! What is it, Luna?

Snails: Yeeeeaaaaah! Anything you could give to me and Snips is worthwhile!

Luna: This most certainly is. You four; that being, Snips, Snails, Xavier, and Dwight, will compete in an 8 man tag team match, next week here on Lunacy. Your opponents...will be two male tag teams representing Sublime. The team that wins this contest, will be declared the number one contenders for the Combo of Carnage Championships, and both of you will meet Rack Attack at High Stakes, in a triple threat tag team match for their titles.

Nyeker: Huzzah! That is MOST thoughtful of you, ma'am, and quite considerate! My students have yet to fail me in any manner.

Luna: Nor have they done the same to me. That is why I am rewarding them, and you as well, Snips and Snails, for your underappreciated and perpetual contributions to Team Luna. I just want you all to know that I appreciate your efforts, and that they have not gone unrecognized.

Kendrick and Dawson: Thank you very much, ma'am.

Snips: Heh, heh, yeah! Thank you so much, Luna!

Snails: Just like we did at The Royal Rumble, we'll all make you proud once again!

Luna: -she smiles- I have faith in nothing but.

Nyeker: -he bows his head- Good day to you, ma'am.

Luna: Good day, Bill.

-Bill and his students file out of her office, followed by SLIME. We head to another commercial as the image of Luna sitting down at her desk fades away-

-We return from the break with Beth Drollins scaling down the aisleway, the final participant in tonight's Battle Royal-

Ahuizotl: We're just about set to start our SECOND Battle Royal of the night!

Garble: There are some heavy, and I mean HEAVY hitters in this match! Girls like Twilight Sparkle, Amay Wythyst, Lightning Dust, Fluttershy, Rarity, and the woman about to join them in the ring...Beth Drollins.

Ahuizotl: Beth's high-octane style would mesh quite well with the ladder match. Her partners, Ditzbrose and Reigns have been pardoned from this match because they are already set to have their marquee match at High Stakes.

Garble: That's right. They'll be taking on Lightning Dust and Fluttershy, with the Chick Combo Championships on the line. If Beth manages to make it into the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match, High Stakes could be a BANNER night for the unit known as The Sword!

-Drollins somersault over the barricade, immediately getting up and eyeing all of her competition. She scales the top rope and looks down at all of them before jumping into the ring, sizing them all up-

Ahuizotl: In an EWF Poll released a little while ago that asks the fans, "which female do you think has the best chance of winning?" Amay Wythyst is barely in the lead with 27 percent of the vote.

Garble: And Beth is right behind her with 26 percent. That poll doesn't mean JACK, though! What matters is that these 20 women only need to make it to the final 7 competitors in this match, and they'll be inserted, and have the chance of a lifetime!

Ahuizotl: The winner of this Battle Royal doesn't get any prize, as Sunset already has a challenger for this month. I suppose bragging rights over all of her opponents would be the only citation.

Match 5: Twilight Sparkle vs Lightning Dust vs Rarity vs Beth Drollins vs Lyra vs Bon Bon vs Flitter vs Cloudchaser vs Fleur De Lis vs Fluttershy vs Berry Punch vs Amay Wythyst vs Turf vs Twist vs Photo Finish vs Honeycomb vs Midnight Strike vs Coco Pommel vs Silver Spoon vs Sadie Sandals

Flitter: -she has a hand on her sister's back as she looks into her eyes- Hey, sis...you sure you're good to go for this match?

Cloudchaser: -is clearly not confident when she says- I'll be fine I said! -Across the ring, Lyra and Bon Bon clasp their hands together to form as one- Just worry about yourse- -Cloudchaser is clotheslined over the top rope by the combined effort of Lyra and Bon Bon, falling to the floor easily as the crowd is booing-

Ahuizotl: This is terrible! Cloudchaser was ripe for the pickings after the heartbreaking lecture she got just a few minutes ago…

Garble: That was pretty low by Lyra and Bon Bon...I know there's a Championship match possibly at stake here, but I would think THEY of all people would empathize with what Cloudchaser's going through!

Ahuizotl: You would think so, and they probably DO, but like you said, title shots are hard to come by, especially for Lyra and Bon Bon, who can't get ANY kind of win these days!

1st Elimination: Cloudchaser by Lyra (1) and Bon Bon (1) (0:08)

-As Lyra and Bon Bon marvel at their teamwork, Flitter aggressively THROWS Bon Bon over the top rope. Lyra is just barely able to grab onto her girlfriend's hand with both of her own, struggling to pull her back up onto the apron. Her efforts are ended as Flitter pops Lyra with a forearm in the jaw. Lyra's grip on Bon Bon's hand is broken as Lyra falls to the mat, and Bon Bon falls to the floor-

Ahuizotl: -the crowd is cheering heavily for Flitter's actions- And how about that! Flitter is FUMING!

Garble: Well I sure as hell can't blame her! She had to witness her sister get BERATED by Thunderlane, and then eliminated from this match before she even had a CHANCE to make any sort of an impact!

2nd Elimination: Bon Bon by Flitter (1) (0:21)

Crowd: FLI-TTER! FLI-TTER! FLI-TTER! FLI-TTER! FLI-TTER! FLI-TTER! FLI-TTER!

-Flitter is just about ripping at her hair as her eyes shoot daggers through Lyra. In a moment's notice, Flitter basically says "screw it", as she climbs over the top rope and lets her feet hit the floor purposely-

Garble: HUH? She...she just let herself get ELIMINATED!

-Flitter leans down and hugs her sister as she lays on the floor, still crying over what has just transpired. The crowd applauds-

Cloudchaser: Fli-...Flitter...y-you just…

Flitter: Yeah, I did. To hell with all of this, sis! Your wellbeing is more important to me than some damn title match. -she smiles at her sister as she helps her to her feet- Let's go backstage. In your state of mind, fighting is the LAST thing you should be doing. You haven't even been able to collect your thoughts!

Ahuizotl: What a gracious, HONORABLE display by Flitter!

Garble: She usually has a temper, but I don't blame her whatsoever for this! My hat's off to her ALL the way!

-Flitter and Cloudchaser walk off from the ring, with the crowd applauding and cheering for the care Flitter has shown for her sister-

Crowd: YOU ARE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU ARE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU ARE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU ARE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU ARE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: Yes she is...in her most vulnerable state, it is a relief that Cloudchaser has such a benevolent sister like Flitter!

3rd Elimination: Flitter (0:29)

-2 minutes later-

-Berry Punch kicks Sadie Sandals in the gut before delivering a Bar Tab to her. The force at which the finishing move is delivered sends Sadie over the top rope and crashing down below-

Ahuizotl: -the crowd cheers as Berry Punch flips off Sadie while she sulks on the floor- What a hellacious Bar Tab! At least Sadie lasted longer than some of the CCW talent in the last match.

Garble: Berry Punch is on a MISSION to insert herself into Hope Springs Eternal. She was ROBBED of the Eternal Women's Championship last week, and that contract warrants her another title match!

4th Elimination: Sadie Sandals by Berry Punch (1) (2:42)

-30 seconds later-

-Coco Pommel lands safely on the apron after being tossed out by Fluttershy, but she cannot avoid elimination as Fluttershy gets on her hands and knees and awaits as Lightning Dust jumps on her back, vaulting herself into the air, where she dropkicks Coco off the apron-

Garble: No go for Coco as she CRASHES into the barricade!

Ahuizotl: That's certainly a rough landing, but the Chick Combo Champions look to be working like a well-oiled machine. That was some tremendous teamwork!

Garble: We should expect nothing less from the standard bearers of the tag team division!

-Fluttershy and Lightning share a quick high five before turning around, making sure not to get caught off guard by the other competition-

5th Elimination: Coco Pommel by Lightning Dust (1) (3:23)

-2 minutes later-

-Fleur De Lis and Photo Finish, who were squabbling in the last match, have seemed to form an alliance in this match, as they both throw Lyra over the top rope. Lyra lands on the apron back-first, but she is sent falling to the floor as Fleur backs up and runs forward, sending her feet into Lyra-

Garble: Lyra is finished off with a baseball slide!

Ahuizotl: This is an interesting coalition that Fleur and Photo have got going on. I can only wonder how long until it dissolves…

Garble: Shouldn't be too much longer. You can't trust ANYONE in a Battle Royal, especially with such a huge opportunity like that ladder match looming over them!

6th Elimination: Lyra by Fleur De Lis (1) (5:39)

-Midnight is hell-bent on protecting Honeycomb as she fights off ANYBODY that approaches her-

Ahuizotl: Honeycomb has proven that she can hold her own, but I suppose Midnight feels like acting as her guardian.

Garble: I'm sorry, but it is SOOOOOO cute! But if they are the final 2 competitors, I honestly have no clue what would happen…

Ahuizotl: That would be very intriguing to watch unfold. She can only keep up this wave of protecting Honeycomb for so long, though. Sooner or later, one of them is likely going to get hurt.

-Fleur and Photo now set their sights on Twilight. They rush at her as she is resting on the ropes, but just because she is resting doesn't mean she is weak! She propels both women over the top rope; Photo falls to the floor, while Fleur manages to barely hang on-

Garble: Photo has been FINISHED!

Ahuizotl: You are literally the WORST. Will Fleur suffer the same fate as her temporary partner did?

7th Elimination: Photo Finish by Twilight Sparkle (1) (6:02)

-Beth Drollins springboards off the top rope, leaping over Fluttershy's head. Her knee makes contact with the side of Fleur's head, and this is enough to make her fall to the floor-

Garble: There's your answer, and what a way to eliminate someone!

Ahuizotl: Beth Drollins' dynamic offense comes into play once again as she does damage to the profitable presentation of Fleur De Lis!

8th Elimination: Fleur De Lis by Beth Drollins (1) (6:08)

-5 minutes later-

-Lightning Dust is perched on the top rope, about to hit Drollins with Astraphobia. She is soon distracted by Diane Ditzbrose, who jumps onto the ring apron-

Garble: OH COME ON! We don't need The Sword interjecting themselves into this match!

Ahuizotl: Drollins is NEVER truly alone! Reigns and Ditzbrose are always lurking in the shadows!

-Lightning kicks Ditzbrose off the apron, but she isn't safe just yet, as Rosely Reigns pops up on the other side of her, stunning her with a stiff right hand. Ditzbrose appears on the other side of Lightning-

Garble: JUST GET THEM OUT OF HERE!

-Ditzbrose and Reigns climb onto the middle rope and lift Lightning onto their shoulders-

Ahuizotl: THEY COULD SERIOUSLY DAMAGE LIGHTNING DUST HERE! THIS IS NOT RIGHT!

-Ditzbrose and Reigns jump off the middle rope and PLANT Lightning into the floor with a Double Powerbomb!-

Garble: LIGHTNING DUST! LIGHTNING DUST HAS BEEN WRONGLY ELIMINATED BY 2/3RDS OF THE SWORD!

9th Elimination: Lightning Dust by Diane Ditzbrose (1) and Rosely Reigns (1) (11:31)

Ahuizotl: THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN THE DAMN MATCH! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

-As Ditzbrose and Reigns stand above Lightning, Fluttershy, who has just avoided elimination herself, runs towards them in the ring. As her head comes through the middle rope, Reigns instinctively turns around and POPS her in the mouth with another right hand!-

Garble: FLUTTERSHY! She tried to come to her partner's aid, but Rosely Reigns just COLD-COCKED her!

-Reigns and Ditzbrose escape through the crowd as the fans boo them uncontrollably-

Ahuizotl: This is a DAMN shame, but we both know why they came out here! It's all about the Chick Combo Championships! About sending a message!

-As Fluttershy lays on the middle rope, Amay Wythyst comes over and picks her up off of it. With the damage already done, she tosses the powerless grappler over the top rope. Fluttershy slinks to the floor as the crowd's booing intensifies-

Garble: And Amay Wythyst just sent a message of her own. She didn't need to do much, though, as Fluttershy was practically a sitting duck!

10th Elimination: Fluttershy by Amay Wythyst (1) (11:53)

-4 minutes later-

-Turf and Silver Spoon are double-teaming Berry Punch. They lift her up for a double suplex, but Berry brings her knee down into the forehead of Silver Spoon-

Garble: Berry's got nothing but fight in her!

-Turf can still complete the suplex without her partner, but she is forced to put Berry back on the mat when Berry knees her in the head, as well-

Ahuizotl: Knees to BOTH of The Mean Girls!

-Berry clothes Silver Spoon, who desperately fell into the ropes after being knee'd, over the top rope. Silver Spoon is too loopy after being knee'd to grab onto the ropes, so she falls flat on her ass-

Garble: Out goes Silver Spoon! Two more eliminations and we'll have our other 7 competitors!

11th Elimination: Silver Spoon by Berry Punch (2) (16:13)

-Turf turns around after getting knee'd and winds up taking MORE punishment as Berry hits her with a Bar Tab!-

Ahuizotl: AND TURF MAY BE JOINING HER BESTIE ON THE FLOOR SOON! BAR TAB!

-Turf falls backwards from the impact and winds up toppling through the middle rope, falling on the floor below-

Garble: Well, you were right about that, but Turf is NOT eliminated. Elimination only counts if you're going OVER the top rope!

Ahuizotl: In any event, that Bar Tab is sure to keep Turf out of this match for a while. That of course is going to be a good thing for her.

Garble: Yeah. She could sneak in the backdoor at the LAST second and WIN this thing! As long as she's out there, I think it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that she'll be in the ladder match at High Stakes!

-3 minutes later-

-Midnight is finally led away from Honeycomb as Drollins and Rarity attack her-

Garble: Midnight has to work extra hard to fight these two off so that she can get back to protecting Honeycomb!

Ahuizotl: That's really the only reason why Honeycomb has lasted this long. And I don't believe Midnight is doing it because she thinks Honeycomb is weak. I think that over these past few months, she has grown to infinitely care about her tag team partner!

Garble: Yeah, I agree. She cares for Honeycomb just about as much as she cares for herself. She doesn't want to see her get hurt. I'll say it again...it is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!

-Midnight manages to shove Drollins away, but in a freak accident, Drollins knocks over Honeycomb, who was actually doing pretty well against Amay Wythyst-

Ahuizotl: OH NO! Honeycomb got knocked down from behind!

-Midnight is frozen in fear as she watches Amay hit Honeycomb with Brother Avery's Kiss (her finisher finally has a name now.) She is about to come to her rescue when Rarity chucks her over the top rope. Realization suddenly hits Midnight, as she is able to grab onto the middle rope before she falls. But Honeycomb is not so lucky, as she is completely prone to elimination after being hit with Amay's finisher. Amay slings her over the top rope, gaining another elimination to her resume-

Garble: MIDNIGHT COULDN'T GET TO HER IN TIME!

Ahuizotl: She was too pre-occupied with trying to avoid elimination herself...aw God…

Garble: I was really pulling for those two to head into High Stakes together…

Ahuizotl: Well, maybe Honeycomb can ACCOMPANY Midnight into the ladder match. That still counts!

Garble: Alright, that'd be good enough for me. Midnight only needs to last until one more woman is excommunicated!

12th Elimination: Honeycomb by Amay Wythyst (2) (19:46)

-2 minutes later-

-All of the wrestlers of lying on the mat, trying to catch their breath, when all of a sudden….-

*Only perfection around…* -the crowd begins a tidal wave of boos towards the stage-

Ahuizotl: What on EARTH could be the meaning of THIS?!

-Luna emerges from the backstage area, walking to the ring with a purpose, looking right at Twilight-

Garble: The General Manager is eyeing...Twilight, it seems. She's got a ton of history with her.

-Twilight begins making her way to her feet, as she also stares at Luna with an inquisitive expression, but also a feeling of doom forming in the pit of her stomach-

Ahuizotl: I don't like this...not one bit! I wish she would go away.

Twilight: What are you doing out here?! -Twilight soon finds her answer, as Turf comes up from behind and dumps her over the top rope-

Ahuizotl: WHA-WHA-WHA-WHA-WAIT A MINUTE! TURF! TURF FROM BEHIND!

Garble: TWILIGHT'S BEEN ELIMINATED! THERE'S YOUR ANSWER, TWILIGHT! LUNA CAME OUT HERE TO SCREW YOU AND YOU ALONE!

-Twilight looks up at Luna in shock, while the entire crowd is booing profusely-

Ahuizotl: I'LL BE DAMNED! WHAT DID TWILIGHT DO WRONG?!

Garble: You'll have to ask Luna herself...I would say it's the fact that she was Mr. Rich's golden girl; the honorary first member of Team Rich. Luna wants to make her life HELL, and now that Mr. Rich isn't around to say otherwise, she has all the free-will in the world to do so!

Ahuizotl: That may be true, but that doesn't make it any less unjust! Twilight was THIS close...THIS CLOSE to being entered into the ladder match!

Garble: It is absolutely uncalled for, and horrible in every aspect, but Twilight, and by extension, ALL of us should get used to this, because as long as The System is in charge, this kind of thing is going to happen ALL the time.

13th Elimination: Twilight Sparkle by Turf (1) (22:21)

Ahuizotl: Turf finally recovered from that Bar Tab, and the first thing she does is erase Twilight from this match!

Garble: That's HUGE for her, and with that, the field for the Hope Springs Eternal match is SET. Joining Cadance, will be: Twist, Midnight Strike, Rarity, Beth Drollins, Amay Wythyst, Turf, and Berry Punch! Now we have to look forward to deciding the winner of this Battle Royal.

-Twilight walks to the back quietly and dejectedly-

Crowd: YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED!

-2 minutes later-

-Rarity lifts Turf up for the Sequin Special, but since they are so close to the corner, all Turf needs to do is kick her feet against the top turnbuckle, and she is able to flip herself over Rarity's head and land on her feet right in front of her-

Garble: Oh damn! What a masterful counter to the Sequin Special!

-Rarity is so perplexed by this, that she doesn't even have time to process the counter Turf has just made. This costs her, as Turf is able to chuck her over the top rope-

Ahuizotl: Rarity iiiiisssssss..ELIMINATED! I don't know about you, but that's a big shock to me!

Garble: I'm more amazed that Turf was able to get out of that finishing move position! But I suppose that's what happens when you're mere inches away from the turnbuckle pads. At least Rarity was able to make it to the final 7. That's really the only incentive these women had going into this match!

14th Elimination: Rarity by Turf (2) (24:37)

-2 minutes later-

-Amay attempts to hit Brother Avery's Kiss again, this time on Turf. She escapes out of it, however, and is in perfect position to hit the Lungblower, which she then uses the momentum to flip Amay over onto her belly-

Garble: -the crowd cheering at one of the most impressive finishing moves in wrestling- THERE IT IS! THE SOD OFF NECKTIE! TURF HAS GOT IT LOCKED IT DEEP, AND I MEAN DEEP!

Ahuizotl: Submission is not a valid way of winning this match, but a move like this will CERTAINLY wear down Amay Wythyst, and make it easier to throw her over the top rope!

-Turf is gritting her teeth as she makes Amay's back arch deeper than it ever has. The wear and tear of the submission doesn't seem to be working, however, as after 15 seconds, Amay is rising to her feet-

Ahuizotl: Look at this! Amay is...SHE'S GETTING UP OFF THE MAT!

Garble: HER POWER! IT'S TOO MUCH FOR TURF TO KEEP HER GROUNDED!

-Amay fully makes it to her feet, with Turf still trying desperately to wear her out with her move. Amay has the perfect way of getting rid of a pest like Turf. She runs towards the ropes and dumps Turf over the top one. Turf is caught off guard as her back SLAMS into the apron, the crowd OHHHHHHHH'ing as she then falls to the ground in pain-

Ahuizotl: Turf tried to get her THIRD elimination in a row, but The Eater of Worlds just DEVOURED her chances of winning this match!

Garble: Good one. Applying that Sod Off Necktie was a good idea in hindsight, but Amay Wythyst is a LOT harder to weaken than one would think!

Ahuizotl: She behaves like she is superhuman; an otherworldly being, so it only makes sense that she would be this hard to put away!

15th Elimination: Turf by Amay Wythyst (3) (27:16)

-2 more minutes later-

-Midnight is on the apron, springboarding off the ropes, her sights set on Beth Drollins. What Midnight doesn't know is that Drollins ALSO has her sights set on her. Before Midnight can leap off the top rope, Drollins catches her with a remarkable enziguri. Midnight falls off the rope and lands back-first on the floor, the crowd also OHHHHHH'ing at the great elimination-

Ahuizotl: DROLLINS! DROLLINS WITH ONE HELL OF AN ENZIGURI, TAKING OUT MIDNIGHT STRIKE!

Garble: Midnight was, perhaps going for that Springboard Codebreaker, but again, Drollins was a bit too close to the ropes, and Midnight wound up getting absolutely TAGGED with that Enziguri!

16th Elimination: Midnight Strike by Beth Drollins (2) (29:41)

Ahuizotl: We're about to hit the 30 minute mark of this bout, as we come down to our final 4 participants!

-3 minutes later-

-Berry Punch attempts to hit the Bar Tab on Twist, but Twist pushes her away after getting kicked in the gut. Berry is sent Drollins' way, who vaults her over the top rope-

Garble: Berry lands on her feet! As she has said many times, she is the toughest D.O.B. in the EWF! She'll keep fighting until her very last breath!

-Drollins attempts to eliminate Berry with an Enziguri, but Berry ducks it-

Ahuizotl: Drollins eliminated Midnight Strike with that Enziguri, but the same fate does not befall Berry Punch!

-As Berry gets up from her ducking position, she is unable to avoid a Pelay kick from Twist, which turns out to be the fatal blow for Berry as she slowly drops to the floor-

Garble: The Enziguri may have been scouted, but Twist's Pelay kick got the job done!

Ahuizotl: It came from an entirely different angle! Berry became PUNCH drunk after that intense blow!

Garble: How come YOU can make terrible puns, but I CAN'T?!

Ahuizotl: Because it's funnier when I do it. There's also the fact that MY puns aren't the terrible ones...YOURS are.

-Garble frowns, as the final 3 participants face off in the ring-

17th Elimination: Berry Punch by Twist (1) (33:15)

-30 seconds later-

-Twist now attempts a Twist of Fate on Drollins, but before she can complete it, Drollins shoves her away. Twist runs right into a brutal Running Crossbody from Amay Wythyst, which turns her INSIDE OUT as she lands on her face-

Garble: -the crowd OHHHHHHH'ing once more- WYTHYST JUST ANNIHILATED TWIST WITH THAT CROSSBODY!

Ahuizotl: For the love of GOD! Twist just had every bit of air knocked out of her BODY!

-Amay lifts up Twist, and does the honors of heaving her over the top rope-

Garble: Twist has been eliminated! There was NO WAY she could've avoided such a thing after that HIDEOUS clash with Amay Wythyst!

18th Elimination: Twist by Amay Wythyst (4) (33:58)

-Amay and Drollins meet in the middle of the ring, with Amay smiling and Beth trying to get as much air to enter her lungs as she can-

Ahuizotl: Both of these women are SPENT, but the scent of victory has entered their nostrils, and it will not go away until they are the last woman standing in the ring as the winner!

Crowd: LET'S GO WY-THYST, LET'S GO DROL-LINS! LET'S GO WY-THYST, LET'S GO DROL-LINS! LET'S GO WY-THYST, LET'S GO DROL-LINS! LET'S GO WY-THYST, LET'S GO DROL-LINS! LET'S GO WY-THYST, LET'S GO DROL-LINS! LET'S GO WY-THYST, LET'S GO DROL-LINS!

Garble: This crowd has their pick; the one they want to win over the other! Their emotion is SPLIT right down the middle!

Ahuizotl: I don't know who will be victorious, but I do know that these could likely be the most competitive minutes of this match; with these two right here battling it out!

-6 minutes later-

Ahuizotl: These two warriors...these two GLADIATORS, have went back and forth, and it's become a STALEMATE!

Garble: You were right on the money, 'Zotl! These last 6 minutes have been the most exciting that we've seen all night! There's nothing on the line for the winner, but Drollins and Wythyst...by jove they're giving it their all, nonetheless!

-Drollins crawls towards the ropes. Amay is on her feet, following her. Amay grabs her by the front of her legs. Drollins uses her core strength to lift herself up off the mat while in Amay's grasp. While in midair, she twists herself so that she lands with her back to Amay-

Garble: WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS!

-The crowd is in awe as right when Drollins lands on her feet, she again jumps into the air, striking Amay with one of her innovative Enziguris on the way down, the crowd absolutely loving it-

Ahuizotl: AMAZING! SIMPLY AMAZING! It takes a special kind of athlete to do the things that Beth Drollins does on a weekly basis!

Garble: It seems like EVERY match she has, she unveils something that we've NEVER seen before! Her athleticism is absolutely UNCANNY!

-Amay lands on her knees near the ropes, as Drollins gets back to her feet, measuring Amay-

Ahuizotl: A Curb Stomp could be in Amay's future!

Garble: That should put an end to her resilient ways!

-Drollins runs at Amay, and jumps into the air. Amay brings both her hands forward and grabs Drollins' foot, sending her over the top rope-

Ahuizotl: AMAY GRABBED DROLLINS OUT OF MID AIR!

Garble: THAT CURB STOMP ATTEMPT COULD COST HER THIS MATCH!

-Drollins grabs onto the top rope with both hands, as her feet barely stay off of the floor-

Ahuizotl: DROLLINS IS DANGLING! BETH DROLLINS IS DANGLING!

-Drollins soon is able to pull herself back onto the apron, but as she fully gets up, Amay is barrelling towards her. She attempts a Running Crossbody, but Drollins evades it by moving to the side. Amay goes through the middle rope, but is able to grab onto it with both hands-

Garble: AND AMAY HANGS ON NOW!

Ahuizotl: ALL DROLLINS HAS TO DO IS KICK HER!

-Beth doesn't have a chance to do that, as Amay is able to position herself back on the apron much faster than her. Drollins is waiting for her, though, with a spin kick. Amay catches her foot and nails her with a forearm-

Garble: DROLLINS IS STUNNED! AMAY COULD WRAP THIS THING UP RIGHT NOW!

-Amay backs up a bit as the crowd is getting antsy. They are very excited about the action happening on the apron-

Ahuizotl: One wrong move could send either one of these women to the floor!

-Amay comes running at Drollins, who is able to fall through the middle rope at the last second and avoid a Running Body Block from Amay, whose chest crashes into the top rope, taking the wind out of her-

Garble: Drollins avoids disaster! Amay Wythyst could not be ANY more susceptible to elimination!

Ahuizotl: And I think Drollins realizes that! She's about to finish Wythyst off!

-Beth jumps over the top rope, landing on the apron safely. She then springboards off the top rope, flying over her side of the ring and entering Amay's side, where her knee connects with her skull. Her flight is out of control, and she has nothing to grab onto, so both her and Amay have no choice but to fall to the ground...at the SAME TIME. -the bell is rung as both women are motionless on the floor-

Garble: Who...who won?!

Ahuizotl: Drollins was able to knee Amay off the apron, but she had no chance of floating back down to the ground! Both women hit the ground at once, at least from my angle!

Garble: Mine too! Madden is having a word with the referees that were both situated right where Drollins and Wythyst fell!

-Multiple replays are shown from many angles, which document the fact that both Drollins' AND Amay's feet hit the ground at the EXACT SAME MOMENT-

Garble: That proves it! WOW! I can't believe it!

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, both Amay Wythyst AND Beth Drollins' feet made contact with the floor at the SAME TIME…-the crowd begins cheering, as they realize that they truly didn't want EITHER of these women to lose- therefoooore, this match..is..A DRAAAAW. -the crowd seems pleased by that decision as both Drollins and Amay begin to stir to their feet-

Garble: Neither of those women look pleased with the result of this contest, but hey, a draw is better than a flat out loss.

Ahuizotl: The crowd certainly doesn't mind it, and neither do I. They can easily see who comes out on top at High Stakes. On this night, Drollins and Wythyst were so good that NEITHER of them wound up winning!

Garble: If this is a sign of things to come for High Stakes, then HOLY CRAP I AM PUMPED BEYOND BELIEF! That 6 minute preview is going to be NOTHING compared to what these two women, and their other 6 opponents are going to pull off at High Stakes!

-Drollins exits through the crowd, meeting up with Reigns and Ditzbrose, while Amay Wythyst grins at all the possible agony she'll be able to put her opponents through at High Stakes-

19th Elimination: Amay Wythyst by Beth Drollins (3) (41:24)

20th Elimination: Beth Drollins (41:24)

-After the match, we once again join Luna in her office, with Turf and Silver Spoon standing in front of her. The door suddenly opens, and in walks...Diamond Tiara-

Luna: Hello there, Diamond. Glad you could make it. -she smiles-

-Diamond wordlessly glares at Turf and Silver, who have no problem doing the same to her. Diamond slowly shuts the door, not taking her eyes off of them-

Luna: Please, girls. You can settle your differences anywhere you'd like, just don't tap into your hostility in my office. This will only take a minute, after all.

Diamond: Why did you call me here? And why does it involve THEM? -she gestures towards her two rivals-

Luna: It doesn't so much involve Turf, as she already has plans for High Stakes. But, since she is Silver Spoon's friend-

Turf: BESTIIIIIIEEEEE!

Luna: Ah, yes. Excuse me. Turf and Silver Spoon are besties, so they have the right to both be here when I announce that at High Stakes, Diamond, you will defend your Crater Chick Championship against...Silver Spoon.

-A squee from both Mean Girls is heard as Diamond nods her head with an eager smirk-

Turf: Awww MAN, Ms. Luna! Me and 'Spoon can tell that with decisions like this, Lunacy is in MUCH better hands than it EVER was with that greedy bastard, Filthy Rich. -she smirks at Diamond as she says this. Diamond keeps her composure, however, as she knows Turf is just trying to get under her skin-

Luna: I assume you have no problem with this, Diamond?

Diamond: Are you kidding? I'm on a mission to make this title mean something, and to have the chance to bludgeon that bitch's face while I do so? It would be the most gratifying title defense of my career.

Luna: Silver Spoon was the one who eliminated you at The Royal Rumble, and I figured that was more than enough incentive to dispense a title shot to her. Perhaps you two can settle this grudge of yours once and for all.

Turf: 'Spoon plans FULLY on ending this at High Stakes! She's going to snatch Diamond's title, snatch her extensions, and snatch her will to move on with life!

Silver Spoon: I'm going to beat her SO bad, what we did to Scootaloo back in the day will look like CHILD'S PLAY. Diamond will never want to show her face in the EWF EVER again after I throw her to the side when I clobber her, like the worthless little pile of crap that she TRULY is! -Turf and Silver Spoon perform their rump bump and walk off cackling, before Diamond can retort, not like she cares too anyway. This leaves just her and Luna in the room-

Diamond: Guess I'll be going then t-

Luna: Hold on, Diamond. Before you leave...I just want to...clear the air on something. Even though I ejected your father from his own show, and though you may have been a member of his Team-even more that that, you're his DAUGHTER! Despite all of that, I just want you to know that I hold no ill will towards you since you are related to him, or that you so valiantly fought for everything he believed in. I will not hold your relation to Filthy against you...not now, and not ever. I give you my word.

Diamond: Heh...I don't mean to sound like an insubordinate employee, but your "word" doesn't mean a DAMN thing to me. You will NEVER be able to operate Lunacy like my father did. Not now, and not EVER. -she turns after and walks to the door after mocking Luna-

Luna: I do not blame you for having that as your opinion. You are simply prideful of your father and all that he did for Lunacy. You are blinded by you being related to him, and so you are not capable of accepting the fact that someone else is relishing in the fruits of his labo- -Diamond has heard enough, as she slams Luna's door- Luna sighs as she sits back down at her desk- So IMPATIENT, and asinine...just like her father...-she chuckles once as the scene fades out as another commercial break takes place-

-We return from commercial, where Madden is standing in the middle of the ring-

*Out of My Way!* -the crowd is sent into a frenzy-

Garble: Listen to this ovation! And it's WELL DESERVED, because here comes royalty!

-Scootaloo appears on the stage, grinning from ear-to-ear as her usual fans are still as lively as ever-

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, PLEASE WELCOOOOME..the 2014 QUEEEEN OF THE SCEEEEENEEEE..SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: And like any royal figure, they are in need of an official crowning! That, is what we are about to witness.

Garble: Last night was such a crucial night in the career of that young lady. She outlasted Cadance AND Amira, all while battling through the horrific pain of her arm, to become the very first Queen of the Scene.

Ahuizotl: You cannot write a better underdog tale than the one that Scootaloo has been writing herself, ever since joining the EWF on its very first episode. There have been MANY ups and downs, but last night at The Royal Rumble, Scootaloo went up as far as she has to date!

Garble: She's almost near the very top of the summit of Monday Night Lunacy, and her newfound title as Queen grants her a shot at Sunset Shimmer, which is her chance to reach the peak of that summit!

Ahuizotl: High Stakes will be here before you know it, but tonight, we focus on the coronation...of our brand new Queen.

-Scootaloo enters the ring as Madden hands her his microphone. She stands in the center of the ring, smiling as she looks around the arena-

Crowd: SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO!

Ahuizotl: Our Queen is about to speak, and these fans can't WAIT to hear what she has to say!

Garble: I think they'd be content to chant her name for the rest of the night. They ADORE this girl, and for damn good reason!

Scootaloo: Holy crap...-she spots many fans around the arena bowing down to her- Come on now guys, come on...you don't need to do that, it's fine.

Crowd: IT'S OUR HO-NOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* IT'S OUR HO-NOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*IT'S OUR HO-NOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*IT'S OUR HO-NOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*IT'S OUR HO-NOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Scootaloo: Well, I wouldn't feel right making you guys stop if you didn't want to...alright. If you insist, keep bowing. -Scootaloo smiles, and her cheeks turn a light pink as sooner or later, everyone in the arena is bowing to her. Even the commentators-

Garble: You deserve this, Scoots'!

Scootaloo: Jeez...not a big fan of that, but if it makes you guys happy, then oh well. -they cheer- You know, you guys really DO make me feel like a Queen. Even when I WASN'T the Queen of the Scene, you guys made me feel like the most important person in the WORLD. -they cheer- And that continues to this day. It means the world to me. And so does being...your Queen. -they cheer- Imagine how much different this would be going if someone like CADANCE, or AMIRA won last night. -they boo- Yeah! Yeah that's exactly what you'd be doing...you'd be BOOING. And instead of bowing at will, those girls would've FORCED you to bow to them. -they boo- Yeah, that ain't cool. And rather than show their gratitude, they would've acted all bossy, and uppity. They likely would've called you guys their PEASANTS. -they boo louder- Anything to make them feel like they truly are above you. But hey...you guys don't deserve that! -cheers- You deserve a Queen that will be RESPECTFUL to you! -cheers- A Queen that doesn't put herself on a pedestal! -cheers- A Queen that is...just like...all of you. -the cheers get even louder, as the crowd realizes she is right- And that's what I'm going to do. Because the way I see things...if it weren't for you guys, backing me up, giving me strength, BELIEVING in me...this…-she turns around, gesturing to her Queenly ensemble- wouldn't be possible. In fact, NOTHING I've done would be possible. My arm...it's not 100 percent. Hell, I'd guess that it isn't even 75 percent! There were so many times last night..when the pain was EXCRUCIATING. At some points, I felt nothing BUT pain. It had taken over my entire BODY. I wanted to give up...I wanted to call it quits many times. But then...I looked into the crowd, and I saw all of your pained expressions...the chants of my name were ringing through my ears constantly as my arm was worked on. All of your support didn't numb the pain, but it helped will me through every situation where my arm was in danger. With you guys cheering me on, I was able to overcome all the pain that was shooting through my body, and become YOUR Queen of the Scene -massive cheers- And all that pain...is was WORTH IT! I'm not sure what the state of my arm will be heading into High Stakes, but no matter what, I know that you all will be in my corner, and with fans like you backing me up, I CAN'T lose! -cheers- So peasants you are NOT. You're the greatest fans in the world, and I promise I won't lose sight of that. Other women in my position would try to oppress you, and bend you to their will. I am not that kind of women. Instead, I am here to SAVE you. At High Stakes, I will put an END to Sunset's oppression! -they cheer- Furthermore, I will put an end to her title reign! -more cheers- This…-she turns around, looking at her Queenly items- this is great...I could not be more proud to be your Queen. But my fight does not end here. Now, in fact, is when the fight REALLY begins. I may be the Queen, and this throne...it may be mine. But my throne does NOT sit at the top of Lunacy. No, that honor goes to the Eternal Women's Champion. -they boo- Sunset is here…-she places her hand as high in the air as it can go- and I am here. -she then places her hand a little bit lower than where Sunset was- I'm not quite at the top yet. I'm one level below Sunset. But I know that with you guys by my side, we can CHANGE that! -cheers- In the span of a month, I'm going to go from your Queen, to your CHAMPION. -the crowd LOVES the sound of that, as Scootaloo turns around- You guys could probably figure it out, but this...outfit...it's not really my type. Don't expect me to wear it every week, because, well, I won't. It reminds me of those snooty, regal type people, which I hate, and that's not who I want to be. I'm just a regular girl, with an extraordinary dream. -they cheer- And that dream...is to be the ETERNAL. WOMEN'S. WORLD. CHAMPION! -they cheer heavily-

Crowd: NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP!

Scootaloo: I'm glad you guys think so, because without you, my dreams would be just that...nothing but a dream. But in less than four weeks, I know that we, TOGETHER, can make them a REALITY! -they cheer exponentially- The only time you will see me wear this crown, and adorn this robe, and hold this scepter...is tonight. Not because I'm embarrassed to be your Queen; exactly the opposite. It's just...not for me. But I fully realize that I am representing not only Lunacy, but the entire EWF, and throughout this entire year, I will do all that I can to elevate the status, the title of Queen of the Scene, to the point where, next year, when 16 more women fight for this crown, they will battle through the tournament with all of their might and determination, in order to achieve the prestige of becoming Queen of the Scene. Not just to hold all of these items, but to carry the recognition that comes with having such a title. -she looks towards Madden- I guess you're the one that's putting this stuff on me, Madden? -he nods- Alright. That's all I have to say. I'm ready.

-Madden applies the robe to Scootaloo's back. Scootaloo ties the front of it around her neck, before picking up her scepter. Finally, Madden sets her crown atop her head. -Scootaloo looks down at the robe, giving a "yuck" face in response, but the crowd is rising to their feet, cheering and applauding-

Ahuizotl: -who is also standing up, along with Garble- Good job, Scootaloo! You look amazing!

Garble: And a great speech, too! -he and Ahuizotl clap-

Crowd: YOU LOOK AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU LOOK AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU LOOK AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU LOOK AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU LOOK AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-Scootaloo blushes again, as she practices her royal wave, frowning all the while-

Garble: She looks so uncomfortable up there…definitely out of place.

Crowd: SIT ON THE THRONE! SIT ON THE THRONE! SIT ON THE THRONE! SIT ON THE THRONE! SIT ON THE THRONE! SIT ON THE THRONE! SIT ON THE THRONE!

-Scootaloo looks behind her, and is amazed that she forgot about her throne. She nods, as she walks over and takes a seat on it-

Garble: There ya go! -the crowd cheers as Scootaloo tries her best to enjoy this. Naturally, she's having a difficult time doing so-

*And now...it's all o-ver now…* -the crowd won't enjoy THIS at all, as they immediately switch to booing-

Ahuizotl: And the fun ends in the blink of an eye…

Garble: Seriously...oh COME ON. Cadance is with her, too!

-Sunset and Cadance appear on the stage, both smirking as the fans shower them in jeers, rather than cheers-

Ahuizotl: The Eternal Women's Champion, Sunset Shimmer, and her favorite contemptuous counterpart, Cadance.

Garble: If Scootaloo is the Queen of the Scene, then these girls are the Queens of MEAN!

-Sunset and Cadance completely ignore the fans and are looking right at Scootaloo, who too cannot take her eyes off of them. They both enter the ring, demanding microphones, which they soon get-

Crowd: GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* GET THE FUCK OUT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Cadance: Heh, in your dreams, you nerds…-they boo- we don't need PERMISSION from YOU people. The System runs this show! We can come out here WHENEVER we want! -they boo more-

Sunset: And, speaking of dreams...that's a nice little dream you've got there, Scootaloo. To be the Eternal Women's Champion. It's just too be that's all it'll ever be…-she giggles- a DREAM. -boos- See, I'm not a dreamer. I'm a doer. All I have to do is set my sights on something, and within a very limited amount of time, I've already fulfilled what I wanted. People who dream...they're incapable of accomplishing anything. -boos- That's why they dream. So they can PRETEND that they've actually done something meaningful, when in reality, they're nothing more than lazy, revolting little deadbeats. -she and Cadance giggle- You're a lot different, though, Scootaloo. You've DONE things...MANY things, in fact. You're the Queen of the Scene! You actually BEAT Cadance, to move onto the finals! -Cadance crosses her arms- You did! And here you are today! -she looks her up and down- But you don't look like a Queen to me...no, you look completely unsuited for this. And I don't mean because you don't like wearing this robe, or holding that scepter. I mean that you don't resemble someone that should be in ANY sort of spotlight. -heavy boos- I look at you...and I don't see a winner. I don't see somebody that DESERVES to challenge me for my Championship. What I see is someone that these fans have so FAITHFULLY latched onto, because they're too insignificant and trivial to do anything for themselves. -they boo her words majorly- They're booing me because they know that I'm right. That's how that always works. -she smirks- Scootaloo, they're living vicariously through YOU. And that's a BIG mistake, because since all of them are living through you, that makes you a loser, just like all of them. -boos- And that means you're going to do what they always seem to...lose, and lose HARD. You're going to fall right on your face, because you're "regular", and regular people...they don't succeed. -boos- Many people look at you as an underdog, which is pretty fitting to me, because you are UNDER me, Scootaloo. -boos- Earlier, you claimed that you were here, and I was JUST a bit above you? Try me being here, -she puts her hand up as high as it can go- and you being ALLLLLL the way down here. -she then puts her hand as far down as it can go, the crowd booing furiously- THERE's an accurate representation of how I view your standing. Scootaloo, you are at the BOTTOM OF THE BARREL around here, and I, am at the TIPPITY TOP. It's really easy to cheer for underdogs, but the cheers of the fans is NOT what is getting you through these matches, Scootaloo. The truth is, up until now, you have been competing in the minor leagues-with the exception of Cadance, which was just a FLUKE. -boos, as Cadance grabs Sunset's arm and hugs it tight- But mostly, every opponent you've fought has been on the same level as you, and NONE of them have been near MY level of excellence. When you face me, it will be the first TRUE test in your career, and if you ask me, I don't think you're prepared for it. At ALL. That arm of yours? It makes you a prime target, and an easy victim, at that. You had better HOPE, you had better PRAY that your arm is fully healed by the time High Stakes comes around, because if it ISN'T, I WILL, and I'm not just saying this to scare you...this is a GUARANTEE; I WILL not only BREAK your arm, but I will tear it FROM ITS SOCKET, and I will proceed to use your lifeless fingers attached to the arm to touch myself VIGOROUSLY as I take in your screams, your blood-curdling, AGONIZING screams! -she licks her lips, and her eyes get wide as she grins, imagining the exact scenario. Scootaloo is weirded out-

Crowd: THAT IS CREE-PY, AND KIND-OF SE-XY! THAT IS CREE-PY, AND KIND-OF SE-XY! THAT IS CREE-PY, AND KIND-OF SE-XY! THAT IS CREE-PY, AND KIND-OF SE-XY! THAT IS CREE-PY, AND KIND-OF SE-XY! THAT IS CREE-PY, AND KIND-OF SE-XY!

-Cadance seems quite enamored with Sunset's description. Before anyone can say another word, Diamond Tiara's music plays and ignites the crowd-

Garble: I think I'm gonna be sick after that shit Sunset was saying…

Ahuizotl: Hopefully Diamond is the cure!

-Diamond walks onto the stage with her Championship draped across her waist and slaps hands with the fans as she walks down the ramp-

Garble: I'm very glad she's out here! Her and Scootaloo can shut those other 2 up!

Ahuizotl: Cadance has barely said a word, though.

Garble: That doesn't matter. She still could use a good fist to the ovaries!

Ahuizotl: Not going to argue with that…

-Diamond enters the ring, being handed a mic as she stands by Scootaloo-

Cadance: Awww! Isn't that precious? Wittle Scootawoo needed hew best fwiiiieeeend Diamond Tiaaaawaaaa to come save hewwwww!

Diamond: Would you grow up?! BOTH OF YOU! Scootaloo is perfectly capable of handling herself. I just couldn't stand in the back and listen to you two heckling her anymore! You're both the biggest bullies in the EWF, and that is something I WON'T tolerate!

Sunset: Oh, Diamond...get real. Just like Scootaloo, you're out of your element. You're both nothing more than a few little fish swimming in an OCEAN with Great White SHARKS! -boos-

Diamond: That's funny, because even though you say you're sharks, all you ever show is that you only know how to bark, and not bite.

Sunset: We're only going to bite those that we are threatened by, and two little fish like you? That's not going to quench our appetite.

Scootaloo: At High Stakes, you're going to have to bite me again and again and again and AGAIN if you want to consume me, Sunset! And about your comment about you ripping off my arm...go ahead! I've shown PLENTY of times that I can get the job done with just one arm. And besides, I only need ONE arm to hold your title in the air…-the crowd OHHHs and then begins cheering as Scootaloo winks-

Garble: Haha! Sunset is becoming agitated! Look at her!

Sunset: Yeah? Well there's no way you'll EVER be holding MY title! You're going to regret even advancing through that little tournament! You think being Queen of the Scene is a PRIZE? It's NOT! It's a DEATH SENTENCE, especially for someone like you! What exactly are you the Queen of? Lunacy? HA! How can you hope to be the Queen of MY Kingdom?! I RULE this place, along with The System, and there's no way we'd ever just hand over the keys to the castle to a PLEBEIAN like you! That's right! I use THAT word! It makes SENSE when I say it, because without the Eternal Women's Championship, EVERYONE below me is exactly that! You, Diamond, ALL these people in the crowd! They're all BELOW me in EVERY. CONCEIVABLE. WAY!

Scootaloo: ….Well then I guess I'll just have to claim your Kingdom as my own. And the only way to do that, is to defeat you at High Stakes. -the crowd cheers, everyone of them fully behind Scootaloo-

Sunset: I have beaten EVERYONE that has been put in front of me! What makes you think YOU will be a CHALLENGE? NO ONE is a challenge to me! Is it because you can take an enormous beating? You've never taken a beating from ME. We've never even had a match before, and after our first encounter at High Stakes, TRUST ME, you won't want to have another match with me EVER again. You may have been involved in some gruesome battles, but I am THE most SADISTIC, CRUEL, and MALICIOUS competitor you will EVER step in the ring with.

Scootaloo: Then you can expect me to tap into my sadistic, cruel, and malicious side at High Stakes. I can take all that you've GOT, Sunset!

Diamond: Since you claim to be so sadistic and whatnot, how about you give us an example RIGHT NOW? -the crowd cheers, as Scootaloo begins to take off her royal garb-

Garble: Yeah! Let's do this RIGHT!

Sunset: What would be the point of that? -boos- If I got my hands on that little twerp right now, there's no way she would make it to High Stakes!

Cadance: And your little "crusade" to make the Crater Chick Championship become the most prestigious title? Me and Sunset would crush that little hope of yours in an INSTANT.

Sunset: I want Scootaloo to be at her very best; or, at least the best that is possible for her at High Stakes. Soooooo I'm going to DISDAINFULLY decline. -her and Cadance leave the ring, leaving the fans wanting more as they boo-

Garble: Of course...we should've known…

Ahuizotl: This only proves Diamond right...Cadance and Sunset TALK a big game, but when Scootaloo and her want to duke it out, they leave…

Garble: Got to hand it to Scootaloo, though. She didn't back down from those psychotic bitches, and she didn't seem intimidated in the LEAST, especially with that...ugh...one line about the fingers…-he shivers-

Ahuizotl: Even I am intimidated by Sunset right now...but I'm not as tough as Scootaloo. I'm not surprised at all by the fortitude she showed just n- -Ahuizotl is interrupted as Scootaloo and Diamond are attacked in the ring by...Turf and Silver Spoon!- HEY! THE MEAN GIRLS! TURF AND SILVER SPOON!

-The crowd boos furiously as Turf focuses on Scootaloo's arm, while Silver Spoon just decides to inflict pain on Diamond in any way that they can-

Garble: WHILE THEIR BACKS WERE TURNED! EXACTLY WHAT YOU'D EXPECT FROM THEM!

Ahuizotl: AND OF COURSE, THEY IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TO PICK APART SCOOTALOO'S ARM! DAMMIT! SOMEONE GET THEM OUT OF HERE!

-Turf picks up Scootaloo's scepter and begins BASHING it violently into Scootaloo's arm!-

Ahuizotl: UGHHHH! OH THAT'S SICK! TURF WITH THAT...WITH THAT DAMN METAL SCEPTER, TRYING TO TEAR SCOOTALOO'S ARM TO PIECES!

Garble: NOTHING BUT MALICE IN MIND WITH EACH OF THOSE SWINGS!

-Sunset and Cadance are on the top of the stage, watching intently-

Ahuizotl: SUNSET AND CADANCE ARE WATCHING WITH GLEE AT THE SIGHT OF DIAMOND AND SCOOTALOO BEING BRUTALIZED!

-Each cry of anguish makes the EWF fans in attendance wince in disgust. After around 20 or so shots, Turf sets her sights on Scootaloo's crown. She picks it up and sets it on the mat-

Garble: What does she...what does she have in mind now? At least Scootaloo gets a break from all this torment…

-Scootaloo's crown becomes the center of punishment, as Turf begins to drive the scepter into it, cracking it after a few shots-

Garble: OH SHIT! HEY! S-STOP THAT!

Ahuizotl: THERE'S NO REASON FOR THIS! I HEARD THAT CROWN COST 2000 DOLLARS TO MAKE!

Garble: AND IT WAS MADE FROM HAND, TOO! WHAT THE HELL IS TURF THINKING DESTROYING SOMETHING SO VALUABLE?! SOMEONE WAS SUPPOSED TO WEAR THAT CROWN NEXT YEAR, TOO!

-Turf doesn't seem to care, as she continuously knocks the scepter against the crown. Soon enough, the scepter has fallen apart from being used as a blunt object for so long-

Garble: AND THE SCEPTER NOW! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!

-Turf throws the scepter into the back of Scootaloo, and drops the crown onto Diamond's back, as the crowd boos unrelentlessly-

Turf: There! Now it's JUNK, just like both of you! -Silver giggles as both she and Turf are standing over the bodies of their enemies-

Ahuizotl: Turf has rendered both the crown, and the scepter USELESS...they are now nothing but a pile of shattered diamonds and jewels…

Garble: HOW COULD SHE DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! I know she DESPISES both Diamond and Scootaloo, but I thought she APPRECIATED the art of finely made jewelry!

Ahuizotl: I suppose she just wanted to stick it to her by destroying two of her Queen of the Scene props...but those aren't just PROPS! They're supposed to signify who the Queen of the Scene is! They were likely going to be handed down to future winners for YEARS and YEARS to come, and Turf just DESTROYED them in the middle of the ring!

Garble: I have a feeling that she doesn't care...it's not like Scootaloo was going to wear them, but they are still a MASSIVE part of the Queen image, and that is something she DOES respect! She wanted to uphold that title for the next year, but HOW CAN SHE FUCKING DO THAT WHEN TWO OF THE PRIME MAINSTAYS OF THE ACCOLADE ARE NOW GONE?!

-Turf and Silver Spoon both take a seat in Scootaloo's large throne, looking down at their enemies with large smirks. Turf crosses her legs and Silver puts her hands on her knees-

Ahuizotl: And now the ultimate act of mockery...THAT THRONE DOESN'T BELONG TO THEM!

Garble: And Cadance and Sunset are mocking them by standing on the stage, smirking and giggling at their misfortune! I thought that Sunset wanted Scootaloo to be at her best! THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T SHE HELP THEM?!

Ahuizotl: Sunset? Helping someone that is a greater human being than her? That's a funny joke...I wouldn't be surprised if Sunset was the one that set this up!

Garble: Me neither. Just another way to soften Scootaloo up, to make her title match that much easier...pathetic...pathetic by Turf, by Silver Spoon, and by those 2 SHE-DEMONS standing at the top of the stage!

-Cadance and Sunset walk off as we head to another commercial, with the scene of Scootaloo and Diamond lying face-down on the mat, unmoving, and The Mean Girls still sitting in the throne of Scootaloo, looking proud after their successful beatdown-

Crowd: FUCK YOU, BITCHES, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, BITCHES, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, BITCHES, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, BITCHES, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, BITCHES, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, BITCHES, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP*

-We are back from commercial with Silver Shill-

Silver: Ladies and gentlemen, my final guest for the night, is Twilight Sparkle. -Twilight appears in the shot, looking not like her usual cheerful self- Twilight, it's been a rough past 24 hours. Last night at The Royal Rumble, you were eliminated from the main event by, of all people, your brother. Then, tonight, in the Battle Royal, you were extremely close to getting the chance to be in the Hope Springs Eternal Battle Royal, but you were ultimately eliminated by Luna just before you could crack the final 7. What are your thoughts?

-Twilight takes a long, deep sigh as she contemplates the best way to answer this-

Twilight: It stings. This past day has been one tragedy after another. We've lost Mr. Rich from Monday Night Lunacy, possibly forever. Team Luna was indeed the superior group of individuals, but they are the LAST multitude of people that should have ANY kind of power over this prosperous brand. You saw what Luna does to her talent, right? I should be in that ladder match! ME! I'm not complaining, but Turf was lying outside for at least 10 minutes! I've been putting up with all of this nonsense, hoping for greener pastures to arise, but our only chance for that...was last night. With Mr. Rich gone, all hope is lost...Lunacy will now become a fascist WASTELAND, void of any real decency or good will. Everything we know about Lunacy is about to change. I did not become a wrestler to deal with all of this turmoil, week in and week out. I became a wrestler to, you know, WRESTLE! I've got more than I bargained for, and with each passing week, things will turn more and more ugly. Lunacy is a sinking ship, and I cannot stay on board any longer.

Silver: Twilight...what are you...saying?

Twilight: I think it's quite obvious what I'm proverbing. This is the place for grubby, power hungry bigots, and not at all what an acute, discreet WRESTLER like me would like to call "home" any longer. I am abandoning this barren cesspool, and I suggest that you do the same, Silver Shill. I suggest that EVERYONE does the same! -Twilight walks off, not saying another word. We catch a glimpse of Silver Shill's stunned expression, before the camera switches to Ahuizotl and Garble, who share similar looks-

Garble: Did...did Twilight just...quit?

Ahuizotl: I...I believe so, but we can only hope that isn't the case...that would be a disaster for this brand…

Garble: Well, our main event is about to take place, so we'll have to dwell on this another time. Diamond Tiara is in the ring, and she's about to put her title on the line once again.

-Diamond is up on her feet, though she looks a bit shaky. She nonetheless, carries a microphone-

Diamond: I may be hurt, and I may not be in prime condition, but I can't use that as an excuse. I want the Crater Chick Championship to outlive every wrestler in this company. I will strive EVERY week, to push the envelope as its holder, and breathe new life into it whenever I can! -cheers- I can't walk away now...no matter my condition, I am still willing to fight ANY woman in the back, that thinks they can finish the job Turf and Silver Spoon started, and PRY my Championship away from my clutches! The Diamond Tiara, Crater Chick Championship Open Challenge..starts...NOW! -Diamond holds up her Championship as she uses her other arm to massage her ribs. The crowd tries to motivate her with nothing but cheers-

Garble: Man, there is no WAY you can't admire Diamond Tiara! She's banged up after that physical assault that occurred just moments ago, but she still INSISTS on putting her title on the line!

Ahuizotl: It takes a very fearless, stalwart of a woman to do that, and Diamond is exactly that kind of girl. Who is going to take her up on her challenge, is the question.

-After a slight pause…-

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD…* -the crowd goes from cheering to releasing a chorus of "OHHHHHs"-

Garble: This isn't good...this is NOT good at all!

Ahuizotl: But which member is it?!

-Only Reigns and Ditzbrose are seen at the top of the staircase, which rules Drollins out. The teammates begin walking down the aisle as Diamond tries desperately to mentally prepared herself-

Garble: Whether it's Diane Ditzbrose, or Rosely Reigns, there is no denying that Diamond Tiara is in for a rough night…

Ahuizotl: Not only is she banged up, but now she has to combat the most dominant force in the EWF...even though Beth Drollins is nowhere to be found, this is still a tall order to take on...The Sword have proven to be the MASTERS of taking advantage of the numbers game.

-Reigns and Ditzbrose climb over the barricade and eye Diamond profoundly. Without a word or any deliberating, Rosely Reigns climbs onto the apron, the crowd's interest piquing-

Garble: Oh jeez...it looks like the silent assassin of The Sword, Rosely Reigns, will face Diamond Tiara in tonight's main event!

Ahuizotl: Diane seems to have no problem with that. They probably discussed this beforehand. Last week, Diamond successfully defended his Championship against Scootaloo, Silver Spoon, AND Turf. But I don't think ANY amount of title matches could prepare you for what Diamond is about to go up against…

-Diamond hands the referee her title, as she has no plans to back down at this point. Reigns simply stares at the title as she readies herself-

Garble: This will be the first singles match of any member of The Sword, here in the EWF. Many would consider Rosely Reigns to be the STAR of that gigantic main event that we witnessed at The Royal Rumble last night.

Ahuizotl: I am one of those many. The Sword as a whole brought Team Luna to victory, but it was Rosely Reigns' aggressive tendencies that were the most detrimental part of their uprise. She eliminated FOUR of Team Rich's finest; four Spears, and four eliminations. Diamond Tiara could lose her Championship tonight...with just one of those Spears.

Garble: That is a MUST for her in this title defense; avoid the Spear at ALL costs. If Reigns hits it, I believe we will have a brand new Champion.

Crowd: LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Main Event: Crater Chick Championship - Diamond Tiara vs Rosely Reigns w/ Diane Ditzbrose

-The match starts off with Reigns and Diamond meeting in the center of the ring-

Reigns: Hey, you hurt? I don't play around like those little girls do! You gonna be broken in HALF.

Garble: The scary part is, I sort of believe her…this could very well be a MASSACRE.

-Reigns palms Diamond's face and shoves her back-

Ahuizotl: And she's going to try to EMBARRASS Diamond Tiara before she punishes her…

-Diamond smiles at Reigns' actions-

Garble: And Diamond's trying to laugh it off.

-It proves to be a bad decision, as when she faces forward again, Reigns CLOBBERS her with a throat thrust, which knocks her flat to the mat, and the audience OHHHH'ing at the impact-

Ahuizotl: No good! That only made her madder!

Reigns: DON'T LAUGH AT ME, FOOL! DON'T LAUGH AT ME! -she picks up Diamond and shoves her into a nearby corner- YOU WANNA LAUGH AT SOMETHING? LAUGH AT THIS! -he gives her another throat thrust, which sends her FLYING over the top rope and landing hard on the floor-

Garble: WHAT A SHOT! DIAMOND MAY BE DONE FOR ALREADY!

Ahuizotl: A DEADLY blow from Reigns, and a hard fall to the ground...things are not looking good for Diamond in the outset of this match…

-6 minutes later-

-Reigns Irish Whips Diamond, throwing her into the air as she approaches her. What was supposed to be a Samoan Drop quickly turns into a pin attempt as, when Diamond lands on Reigns' shoulders, she wraps her legs around her arms and uses her strength to send her falling backwards onto the mat-

Ahuizotl: A CRUCIFIX PIN! DIAMOND MAY CATCH REIGNS OFF GUARD!

*1….2..-Reigns kicks out after an early two, shifting herself off of her back as soon as she does so. She then performs a Schoolboy pin before Diamond can get back to her feet-

Garble: And now Reigns with a cover!

*1….2..-very early into the 2 count, Reigns purposely lifts Diamond off the mat and into the air with ONE ARM before driving her into the mat with a deadlift sitout powerbomb-

Garble: UNBELIEVABLE STRENGTH BY REIGNS!

*1…..2…-Diamond kicks out, which Reigns cannot believe-

Ahuizotl: Rosely Reigns transitioned that Schoolboy into one HELL of a Powerbomb, but regardless, it wasn't able to put away Diamond Tiara!

Garble: Like I said, if any move is going to be Diamond's downfall, it'll be Rosely's Spear.

-8 minutes later-

-Reigns is ready to end this match as she does her signature roar in the corner-

Ahuizotl: And Rosely Reigns, with the primal roar that is synonymous with two things: The Triple Powerbomb, and the Spear. And if The Sword hits a Triple Powerbomb on Diamond, Reigns will be disqualified, so it can only mean ONE thing!

Garble: Diamond needs to do something here! Her Championship reign could come to an end at a moment's notice!

Diamond gets to her feet and turns around to see Reigns speeding towards her. Rather than fall to the Spear, Diamond wraps her arms around Reigns' neck as she propels herself towards her, and PLUNGES her into the mat with a DIAMOND CUTTER!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd goes APE SHIT- SHE DID SOMETHING ALRIGHT! SHE PULLED OFF THE COUNTER OF THE CENTURY!

Garble: A. MA. ZING! COVER HERRRRRR!

-Diamond crawls into the cover, pressing her shoulder into Reigns' chest-

Ahuizotl: REFEREE'S DOWN!

*1….2….-amazingly, Reigns KICKS OUT as Diamond's shoulder is shoved into the mat with force-

Ahuizotl: YOU'VE GOT TO...SHE KICKED OUT OF IT!

-The crowd cannot believe this is happening-

Garble: NOBODY'S EVER KICKED OUT OF THE DIAMOND CUTTER! NOT EVER! NOT ONCE!

Ahuizotl: Except Rosely Reigns...right here, right now! What CAN'T she do?!

Crowd: THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THIS IS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: THIS CROWD, THEY ARE AMPED UP! I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IS GOING TO WIN THIS MATCH!

Ahuizotl: I'VE GOT GOOSEBUMPS! I'M SWEATING IN ANTICIPATION! WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT?!

-Diamond looks up off the mat, her jaw dropped in astonishment. She holds 3 fingers up to the referee, hoping he will agree, but unfortunately, he shakes his head, and holds up 2 of his fingers. Diamond drops her head against the mat in realization-

-6 more minutes later-

-Reigns attempts another Samoan Drop, but this time, Diamond is able to traject herself over the shoulders of Reigns, and land safely behind him-

Garble: Diamond, avoiding the Samoan Drop once again.

-Reigns turns around, and winds up in position for a Diamond Cutter. Ditzbrose jumps onto the apron at the same time Reigns pushes Diamond away from her-

Ahuizotl: Reigns powers out of the Diamond Cutter!

-Diamond is pushed towards Ditzbrose, whom she blasts off the apron with a forearm, the crowd cheering as they spot two familiar faces speed-walking through the crowd-

Garble: Diamond disposes of Ditzbrose! Crazy alliteration skills right there!

-Diamond turns around after the forearm shot and walks RIGHT into a bone-jarring SPEAR from Rosely Reigns!-

Ahuizotl: REIGNS HITS IT! REIGNS MAY HAVE JUST SPEARED THE CRATER CHICK CHAMPIONSHIP AWAY FROM DIAMOND TIA-

Garble: LOOK, 'ZOTL! LOOK WHO IT IS!

-As Reigns is just about to transition from being on her knees to pinning Diamond, she is sent down to the mat with Obedience Training from Fluttershy!-

Ahuizotl: FLUTTERSHY! FLUTTERSHY'S IN THE RING, AND SHE JUST LEVELED REIGNS!

-The crowd is already chanting "YAY" as the referee rings the bell-

Garble: This match has been thrown out!

-Ditzbrose enters the ring and looks to brawl with Fluttershy, but as she walks up to her, she is hit with a Roundhouse Kick from the side of her-

Ahuizotl: And Lightning Dust, joining her partner in dishing out punishment!

-Ditzbrose does a great sell of the kick as it takes her an extra few seconds to drop to the mat, her eyes glazed over-

Garble: The Sword have been rocked by the Chick Combo Champions, who just wanted a little bit of vengeance from the act that they pulled earlier in the show!

Ahuizotl: Ditzbrose and Reigns intruded upon the Hope Springs Eternal Battle Royal, and took it upon themselves to cost Lightning and Fluttershy the chance to be in the ladder match. It is quite apropos that the Champions do the same at the end of the show and STICK IT to The Sword by costing Rosely Reigns her shot to become Crater Chick Champion!

Garble: It's a good thing they showed up when they did, because I feel that Reigns was about to close in on the Crater Chick Championship.

Ahuizotl: And this also gives the Champions some momentum come High Stakes, as The Sword will continue to close in on the Chick Combo Championships.

-Beth Drollins has finally come down to the ring, and she collects her stablemates out of the ring, with Lightning and Fluttershy allowing her to retrieve them-

Drollins: We'll see you AND your titles at High Stakes, you pieces of CRAP! -she then leaves the ring as Reigns and Ditzbrose roll out through the bottom rope-

Garble: The Champs look like they're geared up and ready to defend their titles right now, but both them and The Sword will have to wait less than 4 weeks to collide once again.

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNER, by DISQUALIFICATIOOOOON..ROOOOSELYYYYYY..REEEEEEIIIIGNS! However, STILL..your CRATER CHIIIIICK CHAMPIIIIOOOON..DIAAAAAMOOOOOND..TIIIIIARAAAAAAAA! -the crowd cheers wildly, as they are still happy that Diamond is in possession of her Championship-

Ahuizotl: Diamond Tiara, narrowly escaping with the Crater Chick Championship. There's no way this match ended the way she thought, or WANTED it to, that's for sure.

-Lightning walks over to Diamond, who is sitting in the ring, her back against the bottom and middle ropes. Lightning holds her hands out, but Diamond ignores it, opting to get to her feet on her own merit-

Garble: You can tell she's frustrated...otherwise, she would've accepted Lightning Dust's hand.

Diamond: Why did you do that, girls? I didn't want the match to end like that!

Lightning: We were just getting back at those thugs for what they did to us in the Battle Royal. You just got caught in the crossfire, Diamond.

Fluttershy: We're REALLY sorry you didn't get to defend your Championship the way you wanted, Diamond. -she frowns, showing that she is telling the truth-

Garble: Come on, Diamond. Don't point the blame at them for this. The Sword poked and prodded at the Champions, so they retaliated. It just so happened to be during your title match!

Ahuizotl: We will have to find out if this situation develops more next week, as well as the plight surrounding Twilight Sparkle. Until then, goodnight everybody!

-The show ends with Diamond continuing to argue with the Champions, as The Sword escapes through the crowd. Luna and Swirlinaitis are then shown to be watching the show in Luna's office, both of them smiling at the outcomes of tonight's episode. Luna stands up from her desk and stands next to Swirlinaitis-

Swirlinaitis: Tonight's episode sure was eventful.

Luna: Yes it was, and a lot was accomplished. We ushered in the era of The System, Scootaloo's chances of becoming Champion disintegrated just a little further, we decided who Cadance and Shining are going to defeat in their separate ladder matches…

Swirlinaitis: And don't forget...most importantly, we finally ran that pesky do gooder, Twilight Sparkle out of OUR Asylum.

Luna: That could become our greatest accomplishment to date. Twilight's iron will finally caught up to her. What a GLORIOUS night!

Swirlinaitis: You did AMAZING…-he looks into Luna's eyes- I just LOVE the way you took control tonight...you're so STRONG, and dominant and...and SEXY…

-Luna tilts her head seductively at his words-

Luna: You weren't so bad yourself…-she grins as she wraps her arms around his neck, locking lips with him. Their kiss isn't as intense as the ones that Sunset and Shining perform, as no tongue is even shown (it's like one of those kisses that a 50 year old married couple do), but you can tell it's quite passionate, nonetheless. Luna cups his cheek with one of her hands as their lips are not shown by this particular camera angle, but as Luna moves her head to the side we can fully see that their lips are mashed together as one. The show finally fades out to the sound of lip smacking and Luna moaning-

Match Results:

Mr. Swirlinaitis, Luna, Sunset Shimmer, Shining Armor, Cadance, Snips, and Snails defeated Mr. Rich by Pinfall (0:04; the shortest match in EWF history)
Lightning Dust & Fluttershy defeated Cadance & Sunset Shimmer by Disqualification (7:31)
The Wythyst Family w/ Amay Wythyst defeated Lemon Hearts & Twinkleshine by Pinfall (4:28) Thunderlane won Battle Royal (35:48)
Amay Wythyst and Beth Drollins drew in Battle Royal (41:24; the longest televised match in EWF history)
Rosely Reigns defeated Diamond Tiara by Disqualification (21:35)

Matches for High Stakes (so far):

Sunset Shimmer vs Scootaloo for the Eternal Women's Championship
Giz Hero vs Thunderlane for the Carnage Championship
The Sword vs Fluttershy & Lightning Dust for the Chick Combo Championships
Hope Springs Eternal: Amay Wythyst vs Midnight Strike vs Berry Punch vs Cadance vs Beth Drollins vs Twist vs Rarity vs Turf
Carnival of Carnage: Fancy Pants vs Klaus vs Rumble vs Bulk Biceps vs Neon Lights vs Flash Sentry vs Bill Nyeker vs Shining Armor
Diamond Tiara vs Silver Spoon for the Crater Chick Championship

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So, there you have it. The first episode of Lunacy of the new month! What did you all think? Any comments would be appreciated. The first Sublime episode of the new month will be uploaded TOMORROW. See you all then, and I hope you enjoyed!

Also, I finally found out how to incorporate this horizontal line that I've seen many Fanfiction users employ before. I feel like a shitty butt for not knowing how to do it until now...oh well. Everyone congratulate me for getting .332327832638 of a percent less idiotic today yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.