*The beautiful people...OHHHHHHHH!*

-The intro ends, and the weekly fireworks display begins as Monday Night Lunacy once again opens up with the Lunacy faithful hollering in support of what should be another fantastic episode of EWF action-

Crowd: E DUB EFF! E DUB EFF! E DUB EFF! E DUB EFF! E DUB EFF! E DUB EFF!

Garble: It's 7 o'clock on a Monday night, and you all know what THAT means! Monday Night Lunacy, the hottest show to kick off the week...starts NOW.

Ahuizotl: And speaking of hot, 2014 has now entered the month of July, which is known as the HOTTEST month of the year, and the action here in the EWF is about to reach BLISTERING levels of calefaction!

Garble: You've got that right, 'Zotl. Things are SWELTERING around here! And they will reach a BOILING POINT in 13 nights at High Stakes, as the ladder match concept takes center stage all throughout the night!

Ahuizotl: Before we get there, tonight's broadcast will set the stage for the epic tales that will unfold at High Stakes, as one of the competitors in the Hope Springs Eternal match, Berry Punch, will put up her spot in said match against Trixie, who will be competing in her very first match on Monday Night Lunacy.

Garble: And that's not all! The contestants in Lunacy's ladder matches will continue to be pitted against each other in an effort to dish out some vital momentum before we arrive at High Stakes. And in our main event, we have the HIGHLY anticipated tag team match between The Mean Girls, Turf and Silver Spoon, squaring off against their two most acclaimed rivals...Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo! What a night we've got lined up for these fans!

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen...RrrrrUUUUUMBLE, haaas entered the buildiiiing! -much of the crowd cheers-

Garble: Uhhh...is that for real? Are we REALLY getting updates on when that fucking guy shows up now?

Ahuizotl: Are you REALLY surprised by that?

Garble: I guess I shouldn't be...still though...what the FUCK?

*Out of My Way!* -the fans waste no time in letting their intense admiration come through-

Ahuizotl: We sure do have a great lineup tonight, and speaking of our main event, here comes one of its contributors!

-Scootaloo emerges on the stage to an INSANE reception, grinning at her passionate company-

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcoooome...the TWO THOUSAND FOURTEEEEN QUEEEEEEEN OF THEEEEEEE SCEEEEEEEEEEEENEEEEE...SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAAAAAAAALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: What a RESPONSE, what a HEARTY preamble for the number one contender to Sunset Shimmer's Eternal Women's Championship, the ever-popular Scootaloo!

Garble: The two thousand fourteen Queen of the Scene! I'm just repeating that because I love the way that it RHYMES. So epic!

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!

Ahuizotl: It would normally take a wrestler YEARS to garner reactions like this, but Scootaloo is one of those who has earned the crowd's INFATUATION over the last 6 months!

Garble: Oh, that's right! Lunacy is now officially 6 months old, and much of its prosperity is owed to THIS young lady, Scootaloo!

Ahuizotl: These last 6 months have been a constant struggle for her, but all of her dismay will be WELL worth it if she can capture the Eternal Women's Championship. Let's see what our number one contender has to say.

-Scootaloo accepts the microphone from Madden, standing in the middle of the ring to a chant of "SCOO-TA-LOO" that hasn't been paused since she came out. The crowd finally dies down as she begins to speak-

Scootaloo: All of you in this arena, as well as those of you tuning into Lunacy right now...you all are VERY much aware that from the moment I stepped into this company, I have been fighting. -the crowd cheers- And so have people, like Lightning Dust…-cheers- like Fluttershy…-mega cheers- and more recently, Diamond Tiara…-more cheers- last week, after Diamond defended her title against Lightning, all three members of The Sword STORMED the ring, and began to bombard those girls...my FRIENDS. It's well-documented how close me and Diamond have become after Frontline, and I teamed up with Lightning and Fluttershy in an attempt to put an end to The Sword. Obviously we didn't get the job done, because THERE they were, putting the boots to my pals. I figured…-she shrugs- hey...why don't I see if we can stop The Sword THIS time? -cheers- Well I'll never get to know if that would've been The Sword's last stand, because as I made my way down to the ring to aid my friends, I was BLINDSIDED by none other than the most recent woman I've been forced to fight against...Sunset Shimmer. -massive boos fill the arena, Scootaloo nodding- Sunset WHACKED me with her title belt, and after bringing my drowsy body to its feet, she CHUCKED me off of that stage, -she points to the stage- making sure that I landed on my weaker arm. -more hardcore booing follows, as the camera zooms in on Scootaloo's hurt arm- The pain snapped me out of my "dead to the world" state, and I could do NOTHING but lay on the cold, unforgiving concrete, as The Sword put the finishing touches on my friends in the ring…-boos- I've known for quite a while what kind of competitor Sunset is...I've seen her MANGLE just about every woman that has stepped up to her, and even some men. I knew the immeasurable amounts of brutality she was capable of inflicting on people...but until last week, I had never FELT the ungodly torment her opponents had been presented with. This was the first time Sunset wreaked HELL on my body, and let me tell you, it is NOT something I am itching to go through again...but even though I don't want to, I am going to HAVE to at High Stakes if I want to become the Eternal Women's Champion. Sunset WILL hurt me again, there's no doubt about it...but what she fails to realize is that no matter how much suffering she sends my way, at the end of the day, I will fight through it all, just like I have, and I will get BACK up to my feet, just like I am RIGHT NOW. -super cheers- My arm has been banged up like this for a month now, and it's true, it hasn't hurt this badly until Sunset threw me off the stage last week. It's now more damaged than it ever has been. But with all that in mind, I am STILL cleared to FIGHT, and that's what I'm going to keep doing! -mega cheers- Me and Diamond are going to FIGHT Turf and Silver Spoon later tonight, and no matter HOW much pain they put us through, it WON'T be enough to keep us down! And at High Stakes, I am going to FIGHT Sunset Shimmer! I will fight through every ounce of misery that she puts me through! I will fight until that bell rings, and my hand is held WAY up in the air as the WINNER, and the NEW Eternal. Women's. CHAMPION! -the crowd cheers insanely loud, before beginning another chant of "SCOO-TA-LOO"- I'll fight for EVERY one of you awesome fans, so that you finally have a Champion that you can RESPECT, and a Champion that respects YOU. -cheers- It's the least I can do, because every time my arm pulsates, sending thousands of pain neurons throughout it, I hear you guys chanting my name, willing me on, and I'm able to pull myself back together, and get BACK into the fight, thanks to your devotion to MY fight! Heh...if you guys were to take a shot every time I said "fight," your blood alcohol levels would be STAGGERING. -the crowd laughs-

Crowd: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Garble: Takes me back to my high school days…

Ahuizotl: When you got beat up all the time?

Garble: HA. I think you've got me confused with YOUR days of high school!

Scootaloo: In all seriousness, Sunset Shimmer has NO idea how much I am willing to FIGHT. She's never experienced my unwavering resolve, and come High Stakes, she's going to learn that I will FIGHT until the very en-

*And now...it's all o-ver now…* -boos suddenly flood the arena, drowning the Asylum quicker than Missouri has been flooded over the past month (I live in Connecticut but my heart goes out to all those shitty Missouri pricks their state sucks)-

Garble: Here comes a woman that most of the audience would LOVE to fight, and for good reasons…

Ahuizotl: She's been a mainstay for the most hated wrestler in the EWF for the first 6 months of its existence, and I don't see that image changing ANY time soon.

-Sunset walks down the ramp, wearing her coveted Championship snug around her waist-

Crowd: FUCK OFF, SUNSLUT, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, SUNSLUT, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, SUNSLUT, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, SUNSLUT, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, SUNSLUT, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP*

Garble: Scratch that. I don't think this crowd wants to beat her up...they just want her to go away.

-Sunset enters the ring, grabbing a microphone out of the hands of a ringside crew member before standing in front of Scootaloo as the disrespectful chants die down-

Sunset: Are you really doing this right now? -she looks at Scootaloo with ridicule- Okay, we get it, you've been fighting your whole life...but whenever you fight, you LOSE. -boos- You can START all the fights your little heart desires, but I'm the one that FINISHES fights! Once somebody fights me they NEVER want to get in the ring with me again. They do ALL that they can to steer clear of me. You made the mistake, just like all of those women, of not walking away from the very beginning. -boos, as Sunset smirks- These fans may think that's noble of you, but I think it's FOOLISH. -more boos follow, as Sunset points out at the crowd- THEY can't save you from the BEATING I'm going to give to you at High Stakes. Quite simply, I am going to KNOCK every bit of fight that you have out of your body. That arm of yours that I softened up last week? I won't be so SOFT with it this time...in fact, I'm going to RIP it from your torso, and hold it in the air with one hand, and my Championship with the other, JUST to badger you with the fact that I have two arms, and you have ONE. -she grins widely, which unleashes a plethora of boos from the crowd-

Scootaloo: Try that if you'd like, Sunset. But BELIEVE me...whether you let me keep my arm, or tear it from my body, I will STILL fight! I don't need two arms to defeat you! And you can mark my words on that…-the crowd continues to stay on the side of Scootaloo, cheering wildly- And I'd be HAPPY to show you RIGHT now, what I can do with just one arm. -the crowd cheers more as Scootaloo rotates her injured arm around, wincing a tiny bit- As long as it's functioning, I'm good. -she drops her microphone, backing away from Sunset to get some breathing room. Sunset looks at her as if to say, "are you serious?"-

Garble: This isn't smart of Scootaloo! She has a match she needs to compete in later!

Ahuizotl: She feels like she's got something to prove to Sunset, but yes, I agree, she can't afford any more damage to that arm so close to High Stakes…

Sunset: -begins laughing powerfully- Wait...wait...let me catch my composure so I can LAUGH some more! -she does so, wiping some tears from her eyes- Why are you people CHEERING her?! YOU'RE GOING TO GET HER KILLED! -she turns to Scootaloo again- I could rip that arm off RIGHT NOW!

Scootaloo: DO IT, THEN! LET'S GO!

Sunset: -she steps up to Scootaloo, looking down at the considerably smaller woman- This bravery schtick of yours is going to catch up to you one day…-she then steps back, smirking- Just not today…-the crowd boos in disappointment- Your friend needs your help in the main event tonight, and it'd be a TRAGEDY if she went into that match with no partner. -she smirks again, before looking at her with a serious expression- Don't be stupid, Scootaloo. -Sunset drops her mic as well, before turning around and beginning to make her way out of the ring. As she reaches the ropes, Scootaloo quickly snatches up her microphone from the mat and rushes at Sunset, striking at the back of her head with the microphone-

Garble: -as the crowd goes nuts- SCOOTALOO, FIRING BACK AFTER LAST WEEK!

Ahuizotl: That tactic should look familiar to Sunset! She's utilized it against every one of her opponents!

-The impact of the shot sends Sunset tumbling over the top rope and landing on the floor below, with Scootaloo places one foot on the middle rope and looking over the top rope at the Champion-

Garble: I don't think Sunset thought that Scootaloo had the guts to do that, which is why she took her eyes off of her!

Ahuizotl: Well, she certainly didn't have a problem doing it! It looks as if she ENJOYED it, as well!

Crowd: DO IT A-GAIN! DO IT A-GAIN! DO IT A-GAIN! DO IT A-GAIN! DO IT A-GAIN!

Scootaloo: You're telling ME to not be stupid? WHY would you turn your back on me, Sunset? Not very smart for a CHAMPION…-the crowd OHHHs as Sunset stirs to her feet, holding the back of her head and scowling at Scootaloo with gritted teeth- It's about time your TIRED, played out tactics get used AGAINST you! -the crowd cheers- And look…-she holds out her injured arm- I hit you with THIS arm, too. It may be banged up, but that doesn't mean it's USELESS. There's still MANY ways I can rough you up with it. That was just a TINY sample. -Scootaloo removes herself from the ropes, smirking as she drops the microphone and her music begins playing, allowing the fans to cheer wildly at her actions-

Garble: I sure didn't expect Scootaloo to do that, but it's a good thing that she did! Sunset won't make the mistake of turning away from her again after that!

Ahuizotl: It was a surprising move, but it makes a world of sense. Sunset plays dirty unlike ANYONE else, and if Scootaloo wants to come out of High Stakes as the Champion, then she's going to need to bend the rules as well!

Garble: Sunset is REELING. She didn't see that coming AT ALL! Scootaloo has STUNNED the Champion. Sunset may wish she opted to finish Scootaloo off right there!

Ahuizotl: I have a feeling Scootaloo won't object to attacking Sunset when she least expects it, whenever she may get the chance. Before we begin our first bout of the night, Silver Shill is backstage, looking to interview one of its participants.

-We move to the interview area after the final image of Sunset walking backwards up the ramp, never taking her irate eyes off of Scootaloo, who is soaking in the chants of "SCOO-TA-LOO"-

-Rather than Silver Shill, we are shown the duckface of Rumble, who, as usual, has his face buried in his phone, taking continuous selfies. Photo Finish is nearby, also snapping pictures of The Gorgeous One-

Silver: Uhhh...Rumb-

-Rumble, not taking his eyes off of his phone, simply shoves his free hand into the face of Silver Shill, silencing him-

Rumble: Make this quick, would you? You're wasting some valuable time I could be using before my match to marvel at myself EXTENSIVELY. -he chuckles once as he moves his free hand back to his side-

Silver: Sure...sure thing...I just wanted to know your take on the Carnival of Carnage ladder match, which you will be a part of in less than two weeks at High Stakes.

Rumble: Pfft! When it comes to the "climbing the ladder" element, I'm GOLDEN. I'm not afraid of heights….what I AM afraid of, is the fact that the same ladder I must use to win that briefcase, can be used as a weapon on me. And not just on ANY regular old body part...the arms, the legs, the pelvis...they're all EXPENDABLE. What I'm REALLY on edge about...is that my FACE...it could...it….-he puts his phone down, looking quite distraught- All of my other opponents...what do THEY have to worry about? They're not GORGEOUS like ME...they're UGGOS. Do you SEE this face? -he circles his hand around his face, his palm facing Silver- This face...it makes a lot of MONEY for this company...it makes a lot of money...for ME. It CANNOT...afford to be damaged. If the metal from one of those ladders comes into contact with my flawless features…-he shivers- the outcome would be DISASTROUS for all of us...but fear not, less fortunate people like Silver Shill! -he smirks- I am aware that so many grotesque members of society hold my face in such high regard. Not just for me, but for ALL of you, I have devised a structure as PERFECT as myself…-he rubs his chin in admiration of his wonderful jawline- to decrease the odds of my excellent exterior being EXTERMINATED. Photo, if you may...please retrieve my structure for me.

Photo: Ah, yes. Vight avay, Rumble! -she walks out of the shot-

Rumble: Give her a second. It's quite a big structure. -Rumble begins taking more selfies as Silver stands there, his hands clamped against his stomach, as he begins whistling. Rumble suddenly stops snapping selfies to give him a dirty look- Don't do that…painters need silence when they paint, composers need quiet when they compose, and I need to NOT be distracted by any outside noises when I'm TRYING TO TAKE SELFIES! -Silver stops, his eyes bulged after Rumble snapped at him. After a few seconds, Rumble looks back into his phone. We soon hear the grunts of Photo Finish, which brings Rumble's attention away from his phone. He looks up from his device and grins- Ah, here it is! -Photo appears back into the shot, looking worn out as she tugs something into the shot with her- Thank you, Photo.

Photo: -giving off a halfhearted thumbs up- It….it vas NO problem at...at all….-she sighs, trying to get her breath back- oy vey…

Silver: Rumble, this….this is quite-

Rumble: Amazing? Stupendous? Incredible?

Silver: Those aren't the words that come to mind but SURE, let's use all of them…

Rumble: I can see you're too stupefied to give off the appropriate reaction, so let me introduce to you, and the ENTIRE world, my ULTIMATE key to winning the Carnival of Carnage...the Ladder of LUSCIOUSNESS!

Silver: …..What.

Rumble: Yes, gaze upon what will bring me victory at High Stakes! This is a ladder that was HANDCRAFTED for MY use, and my use ALONE. All those BORING, BLAND, PLAIN metal ladders that will be set up around the ring are so...so TACKY! Totally NOT my style...and who knows how stable they even are? I could be climbing up one of them and one of the rungs could SNAP in two, and then I would plummet to the mat! Nobody would want that...and as I mentioned before, those ladders can CRUMBLE bodies with ONE SHOT! But this ladder? THIS ladder was DESIGNED to be the most DURABLE, the SAFEST, and above all else, the most STYLISH ladder EVER created! And it's all for ME! I mean, just take a look at it! For once, I'm going to allow you to ogle something else OTHER than me. First off, we have the rails of the ladder, made from the fur of black Alpacas. Then there are the rungs, which consists of nothing but feathers from the bird known as the Purple Honeycreeper. Finally, there's the very top of the ladder, which was formed from the feathers of the Mountain Bluebird. Simply put, this ladder cannot harm me in any way. If somebody were to hit me with it, they would be doing me a favor, because it is too soft to inflict damage on me. The same goes for everyone else in the much, and I'm aware of that. If I need to, I will use one of the regular ladders to punish the others. My ladder, though, is strictly for climbing purposes, and it is the ladder I will use to capture that briefcase. It's also another reason I now have that proves I am better than everyone else…-he puts his face into the camera, looking straight at it- HAHAHAHAHAHA. I have my own personal ladder and you guys DOOOON'T. NANANANANANAAAAAAAA. You all wish you could be me but you CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T! YOU CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T! -he clears his throat and steps away from the camera, but continues to glare at it- Losers…-he smirks again as he looks at Silver- You want my "take" on this match? I'm the ONLY former Carnage Champion competing in it. That gives me the greatest advantage. I know what it's like to hold that gold above my head, and I can't wait to feel that sensation again...I am THE most relevant superstar in the EWF, with OR without that title...but WITH the title, all eyes are on ME, as they SHOULD be. As Carnage Champion, I get every bit of attention that I DESERVE. After High Stakes, everyone will be talking about my SPECTACULAR victory, where I defeated seven WANNABE Champions. After High Stakes, all of the EWF's fans will be BUZZING...about the NEXT Carnage Champion...Rumble. -he smirks at the camera one last time, before turning to Photo- Alright, Photo. Time to put this baby back in storage until the pay per view.

Photo: -on the outside, she is smiling weakly, but on the inside, she wouldn't mind dying- I'm on it, Rumble…-she begins pushing on the Luscious Ladder, barely budging it in front of her-

Rumble: I'm right behind you! -he's not even evaluating her performance. He would rather snap more selfies with his phone than worry about the well-being of his friend-

Silver: -standing there with a "what did I just SEE" look on his face. He shakes his head in appallment- Let's go back to ringside…

Garble: I feel ya, Silver...that was an entertaining interview to me, but it must get on HIS nerves that he has to interview all of these...colorful characters…

Ahuizotl: Surely he knew that would be the result of him signing on with the EWF.

"-Axeman" by Jim Johnston lights up the capacity crowd, and signifies the start of our first match of the evening-

Madden: The following conteeeest is an 8 PERSOOOON TAAAAG TEAAAAM MAAAAATCH! Introduciiiiing FIRST! Accompaniiiied, byyyy HONEEEEEYCOOOOMB! Froooom CLOOOOUDSDAAAAALE! Weighing in at 137 POOOOOUNDS..MIIIIIIIIIIIDNIIIIIGHT STRIIIIIIIKE!

Garble: You heard that right, ladies and gents! You're going to be treated to a STAR-STUDDED 8 person tag team match, which is going to consist of both men AND women who will be competing for Championship briefcases at High Stakes!

Ahuizotl: And here comes the first individual, Midnight Strike, who of course qualified for Hope Springs Eternal a few weeks ago. In that match, she FEVERISHLY watched over Honeycomb. Well tonight, Honeycomb will be in her partner's corner, watching the back of Midnight.

Garble: Not to mention, Midnight's three other partners will do the same. At least I HOPE they do...there's a chance these teams could break down like Berry Punch and Shining Armor did last week.

Ahuizotl: That was one of the most dysfunctional teams we've ever seen. If you need any proof, just rewind to the part where Berry Punch BAR TABBED Shining…

Garble: Oh, and then there's the part where Shining PULLED Berry off of Beth Drollins, costing both he and she the victory. But yeah, you get the point...hopefully this WILL go different.

Crowd: MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT!

-Midnight enters the ring after she and Honeycomb gave high fives to the fans (well, Honeycomb mostly gave them hugs.)-

Honeycomb: Now lemme give YOU a hug, Middyyyyy!

Midnight: Uhhh…-she lightly blushes- maybe after my team wins. -Honeycomb nods with a squee, which Midnight can't help but smile at-

-The lights dim, making the arena as dark as Midnight's skin. A blue spotlight shines on the side of the stage, and soon a mix table rises from below, carrying DJ Z, who is already sounding off the air horn at rapid-

DJ Z: Yo yo yo YOOOOOOOOOO! MONDAY NIGHT LUNACYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! You are now BACK, -the crowd repeats- in. DAH. MIX! With that Yung Go Hard...DEEEEEEEEEEEEE. JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY Z! So CHECK IT...my solo debut didn't go so well last week, but that's alright, that's alright. I can't dawdle on the yesteryear, ya hear? (EPIC RHYMING!) There are always greener pastures ahead, and they begin with a man who...isn't really green at all BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT, that's alright! He's only green when he's sick, and MAH DUDES he's ALWAYS sick! He's the SICKEST of the SICK! And right now, y'all be about to catch a case of Neon Lightyngitis! So get on your feet, and get ILL with my bro from another hoe, the dude so slick he causes OIL SPILLS! The one, the onlyyyyy...NEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON LIGHTS! -the crowd cheers at DJ Z's amazing rhymes, while also preparing for the entrance of Neon Lights- MAKE SOME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOISE! -the crowd gets louder, and mimics the following air horns that are let off as DJ Z leaps off the podium-

*It's been such a long time comin', thought you'd understaaand…*

Garble: As always, a DOPE intro from DJ Z, benefitting his tag team partner, Neon Lights!

-The two halves of NION Lights fistbump on the middle of the stage-

Madden: Aaaaand HER PARTNERSSSS...FIRST! Accompaniiiied, by DEEEEEE. JAAAAAAAY Z! Frooooom CANTERLOOOOOT! Weighing in at 218 POOOOOUNDS..NEEEEEOOOOOON..LIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTS!

Ahuizotl: As DJ Z mentioned previously, his match with Giz Hero last week ended in a crushing defeat, but it was a tremendous performance that he should be PROUD of, so it's a good thing he isn't beating himself up over it.

Garble: Absolutely! And this week, he'll be in the corner of his bro, Neon Lights, who we all know had a HELL of a last month, making it all the way to the FINALS of the King of the Ring tournament! He opened a lot of people's eyes, and to the shock of no one, he will be competing in the Carnival of Carnage at High Stakes.

Ahuizotl: The King of the Ring tournament turned out to be a bust, but for a driven young man like Neon Lights, he only needs ONE victory at High Stakes to earn a shot at the Carnage Championship, rather than two!

Garble: That's a great point, 'Zotl. He had to wrestle TWICE at The Royal Rumble, whereas this month only one victory will launch him to the top of the heap of challengers for the Carnage Championship. The only problem is that ONE match Neon needs to win...is a ladder match, perhaps the most physically grueling match you could think of.

Ahuizotl: It is a daunting task for ANY man, but in all honesty, I believe Neon Lights can overcome the towering assignment he faces at High Stakes.

-Neon hops over the top rope, approaching Midnight and holding out his fist with a grin-

Crowd: NE-ON LIGHTS! NE-ON LIGHTS! NE-ON LIGHTS! NE-ON LIGHTS! NE-ON LIGHTS! NE-ON LIGHTS!

Neon: Good to be teaming with you, Strike! How 'bout some skin for ya boy?

Midnight: -eyeing his fist before she places her own hand over it, pushing Neon's fist away- I'll pass…

Neon: That's cool! I won't hate on you. -he stands next to her, awaiting their partners- Just do your thing, and this match is OURS for the taking!

-"Retaliation" by CFO$ adds another to the lineup of what is already an impressive team. A slew of cheers follow-

Garble: Ironically, this unstable dude makes his team a little bit more stable!

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR PARTNERS...FIRST! Frooooom CANTERLOOOOOT! Weighing in at 227 POOOOOOUNDS..FLAAAAAAAAAAAAASH..SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENTRYYYYYYYY!

Ahuizotl: I think you just said it best, partner. However, ever since being betrayed by both Sunset AND her boytoy, Shining Armor, Flash has had a serious trust issue, and for good reason...tonight, he's going to HAVE to trust THREE other men and women to lead him to victory.

Garble: That is correct, but so far, his team is comprised of some not-scummy people. Flash already has experience teaming up with Neon, as he did at The Royal Rumble, and like Flash, Midnight is a loner, too. I think they have enough in common to be able to perform well together tonight.

Ahuizotl: Another great point. Flash has still got to be stinging from the debilitating loss he suffered at the hands of Klaus, the newest member of the Lunacy roster last week, though.

Garble: Oh jeez, I wouldn't be surprised if that match is still in the back of his mind. He needs to forget about that for now. Sure, it is a tough pill to swallow, but it's only one match. Flash can turn all his hardships around by climbing that ladder at High Stakes, and pulling that all-important briefcase down.

-Flash hops onto the apron and steps through the middle rope, climbing onto a nearby middle rope and looking out at the fans with his crazy eyes, which the fans can't get enough of-

Crowd: FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

Garble: It's probably obvious, but this is a team of fan favorites so far! Let's see who is going to round it out…

-The lights are suddenly turned off again-

Ahuizotl: We can speculate at this point…

-The sound of a heartbeat resonates throughout the arena, which answers the question every fan had on their mind. Every fan then responds with an astounding array of cheers-

Garble: That heartbeat! The sudden influx of glee! We all know who it is!

-From a pillar of smoke coming out of the stage, Twist emerges, holding her arms up as she presents herself to the Lunacy crowd, who respond to her with nothing but love-

Ahuizotl: It's Twist! Arguably the biggest fan favorite of them all!

Madden: Aaaaaand THEIR PARTNER! Frooooom LONEYVIIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 132 POOOOOUNDS...TAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!

Garble: Zotl! Is this a team, or is this a TEAM?!

Ahuizotl: That's obviously a trick question, because there's NO doubt that it IS, and a HELL of a team at that! Four unpredictable individuals, with both their mindset AND their movesets!

Garble: The Lunacy fans are about to fly out of their SEATS! After she scored the biggest win of her career over Cadance last week, all of these people could not be any more IN LOVE with Twist!

-Twist crouches down below a barricade with blocks off many ravenous fans, all of which pat Twist on her arms as she prepares for this huge tag team match. Twist smiles up at them before getting back up on her feet. She then begins climbing up the steps to join her team in the ring-

Ahuizotl: Midnight, Flash and Neon Lights KNOW that they have been dealt a SERIOUS hand here. This team could very well DOMINATE this brand if they wanted to!

Garble: I have a feeling this is a one night only occurrence, but if it ISN'T….WOW. Watch out, EWF!

*Everybody's starry eyed...and everybody glows...OH!* -the cheers don't stop there, not by a LONG shot-

Garble: The hits just KEEP on coming!

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS...FIRST! Froooom LONEYVIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 131 POOOOOUNDS...RAAAAAAAAAAAAARITYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Ahuizotl: This should be NO surprise, partner! Every man and woman who will be competing in those ladder matches are a FORCE to be reckoned with in the ring! With the exception of Klaus, but even THAT could change relatively soon.

Garble: It's just such an overwhelming moment for me...we're going to have EIGHT of our youngest and BRIGHTEST stars in ONE match! I can hardly contain my EXCITEMENT!

Ahuizotl: Let it all out, then, just like these fans! Even if the rest of this team is full of dastardly deviants, they can at least cheer for Rarity, one of the purest individuals you will find in the EWF!

-Rarity meets with the fans, giving them high fives, and as she normally does, she gives one lucky little boy in the front row a kiss on his cheek-

Garble: Hey, and there's the proof. These fans love her, and she loves them back. I have a feeling that little boy is going to love her FOREVER from this day forward...in a...DIFFERENT light…

Ahuizotl: Oh, stop it! He's such a young one!

Garble: Hey, I'm happy for him. Kid is going to be a MAJOR player when he grows up!

-Rarity stands on the other side of the ring, looking at the ramp to watch her next partner enter the fray-

*Look everyone, it's RUMBLE!* -a mixture of boos and cheers enters the arena-

Garble: We all saw this coming, but the other team looks interesting thus far!

-A pair of fuzzy tassel boots begin walking across the stage, and as the intro to Rumble's theme song drops, the camera zooms in on his his raised eyebrow and duckface. Soon after, he begins taking selfies on the stage, and the flash bulbs on Photo Finish's camera have NEVER been this overworked-

Madden: Aaaaand HER PARTNERS...FIRST! Accompaniiiied, byyyy PHOTOOOOOOO FINIIIIIISH! Making his SEASONAL RESIDEEEEENCE in CAMPOOOOOOO GRANDEEEEEEEEE, BRAZIIIIIIL! Weighing in at 201 POOOOOUNDS...RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrUUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLEEEEE!

Garble: As we heard in his interview just a bit ago, Rumble will be the only participant in the Carnival of Carnage match who is a former Carnage Champion.

Ahuizotl: And he's absolutely correct. It's also worth noting that in this match, at least out of the participants we've seen, Rumble is the ONLY former Champion.

Garble: Damn...that's very big. And ya know, speaking of the Carnival of Carnage, I spoke to Rumble recently, and I asked him what HIS favorite part of the carnival was, and guess what the fuck he said?

Ahuizotl: It would have to be something very ridiculous and...very RUMBLE. Hmmm...I don't know. What the fuck DID he say?

Garble: ….He told me it was the House of Mirrors.

Ahuizotl: Oh for the LOVE of God...of course it would be...I assume he's gone through the thing THOUSANDS of times, just to see himself from EVERY direction.

Garble: And as Rumble makes his way to the ring, I'm just going to put this out there and get it over with. Jacket made of fur from the Gray-footed chipmunk, pants and armbands made from the scales of the Argentine black and white tegu lizard, and his boot tassels are made out of the fur of the Tianzhu White yak…-he stops, breathing heavily- WOW that's a mouthful!

Ahuizotl: I know how you feel...I have to do it at the pay per views when you aren't around…one of these days, I'm going to push the responsibility onto Whooves.

Garble: Why not Discord?

Ahuizotl: He would just tell me to screw myself sideways.

Garble: Fair enough.

-Rumble slides into the ring from under the bottom rope after taking selfies on the apron. He walks over to what will be his team's corner and lounges on the top rope. He turns to Rarity and motions for her to "shoo"-

Rumble: Uh...if you could scooch over THAT way some, that'd be greaaaat. -Rarity begrudgingly does so, afterwards Rumble continues to take selfies as he lounges-

Ahuizotl: You've gotta be...this kid could not be ANY more rude, telling Rarity to get out of his shot because he can't take selfies with other people around!

Garble: If he keeps that attitude up, Rarity will slap that duckface of his CLEAN off!

-"Next Big Thing" by Jim Johnston initiates a boundless sea of cheers from the fans in attendance-

Garble: Oh fuuuuuu-...

Ahuizotl: HERE COMES THE PAIN!

-Seconds later, Bulk Biceps makes him way onto the stage, with intensity seeping out of every one of his pores. Suri Poloman is right behind him-

Madden: Aaaaaand THEIR PARTNERS...FIRST! Accompaniiied, byyy SUUUURRRRRIIIII POLOOOOOMAAAAAAN! Froooom MINNEAPOLIIIIS, MINNESOOOOOTAAAA! Weighing in at 296 POOOOOOUNDS..BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLK..BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEPS!

Garble: I know that I said the first team had a lot going for it, and it still DOES, but following THIS turn of events...JEEZ...things aren't looking too good…

Ahuizotl: Once you see Bulk Biceps, with Suri Poloman trailing behind, enter the Lunacy Asylum, you know that business has just picked up BIG TIME. Bulk Biceps, the man who eliminated SIX men in that Battle Royal just a few weeks ago, and I truly believe that if the EIGHT men who eliminated him wouldn't have teamed up to do so, Bulk would've thrown even MORE guys out, and ultimately, he would've WON the whole damn thing!

Garble: There's only two numbers out of that paragraph you need to keep in mind when it comes to Bulk Biceps...six...and eight. He eliminated six men, and it took eight others to get him over the top rope! You can't defeat The Beast like that at High Stakes. You need to take him out with a ladder, and as big as that guy is, he can probably take an UNEARTHLY amount of damage with a ladder!

Ahuizotl: It will be a struggle, that's for sure...and that doesn't just go for the match at High Stakes. That also translates to this tag team match tonight. No matter WHO their final teammate is, with the arrival of Bulk Biceps, Rarity and Rumble's team have a DEFINITE advantage, I don't care WHO comes out next!

-Bulk leaps onto the apron, pulling down on the top rope and swinging his back away from the rope as a pyro blasts from all four ringposts. Bulk then enters the ring and walks back and forth across each side of the ring, eyeing both the men AND the women that he will be facing-

Garble: Give Flash, Neon, Twist and Midnight their credit, though...they do NOT look frightened by Bulk Biceps…

-Out of nowhere, the sound of creepy piano keys brings forth yet MORE cheers from the crowd-

Ahuizotl: But maybe THIS woman WILL frighten them!

-The titantron soon gets some orange light to it, thanks to Amay's lantern. Speaking of Amay, the forms of she and the other Wythyst Family members now take up the screen, with Amay at the forefront-

Amay: …...We're here….-with that, Amay blows out her lantern, and right away, her theme music begins-

Garble: -as half of the crowd claps along to the beat of the theme, while the other half holds up the flashlights to their cell phone- 'Zotl…

Ahuizotl: Yes?

Garble: I didn't think the odds of the other team winning could be raised any more, but lo and behold they HAVE!

Ahuizotl: I didn't think it was possible either, and I'm NOT selling the other team short...but Rarity has, listen to this: a former AND the very FIRST Carnage Champion, perhaps the most powerful man in the EWF, and now you add in the Pied Piper of the EWF herself...Amay Wythyst. A woman that, since she has arrived, has littered a path of mutilated and frozen bodies wherever she may roam.

Garble: Not to mention the women behind her...Amay's most avid and devoted followers: Ericka Rowan, and Lucy Harper. They will be at ringside to provide even more scare tactics to Amay's scheme. And then there are the fans...so many fans have taken an akin liking to Amay and her charismatic, if not haunting speeches, and her smash mouth style.

Ahuiztol: Every week, it seems that Amay's legion of zealots grows more and more...tonight, all of these barriers could prove just FAR too much for Flash, Neon Lights, Twist and Midnight Strike to overcome, no matter how daring and strong-willed they may be…

-Amay takes a seat in her rocking chair, and blows out her lantern, which raises the lights. Amay begins cackling as the fans cheer that spectacle of an entrance. Amay removes her fedora and vest and throws them on the ground as she whips her hair behind her head-

Garble: Something just came to my mind...who in their right mind would want to TEAM with this wackjob, let alone FACE her?!

Ahuizotl: Well, Amay's partners may not, and I couldn't blame them in the SLIGHTEST, but if they want to win this match, they're going to NEED to.

-Rumble AND Bulk move around the ringpost and climb onto the OTHER side of their corner, meaning that Amay is going to be all by her lonesome on the other side-

Garble: Well, that isn't surprising. Amay doesn't seem to mind, either.

-Simply by being looked at by Harper and Rowan, Photo Finish scrambles from behind Amay and runs around to the other side, tripping behind where Rumble is standing on the apron. Amay laughs at this incident before turning her attention back to the match-

Ahuizotl: This is definitely one of the oddest matches we have ever had on Lunacy. Four fan favorites make up one team, while the other team consists of three men and women whom the crowd have unexpectedly fallen in love with, and someone who you would EXPECT them to cheer for, Rarity.

Garble: This is the perfect show for a match like to to happen on, though, 'Zotl! It's Monday Night LUNACY! Let's DO THIS!

Match 1: Rumble w/ Photo Finish, Rarity, Bulk Biceps w/ Suri Poloman and Amay Wythyst w/ Ericka Rowan & Lucy Harper vs Neon Lights w/ DJ Z, Midnight Strike w/ Honeycomb, Flash Sentry and Twist

-8 minutes later-

-Bulk Biceps wraps his arms around Flash's waist near the ropes-

Ahuizotl: W-wait! Is...is Bulk going to GERMAN Flash OVER THE TOP ROPE?!

Garble: Flash certainly can take a lot of punishment, but I'm not even sure if HE can withstand a fall like that!

-Bulk tosses Flash behind him, which sends him over the ropes. Flash grabs onto the top rope with both hands, and is able to pull himself onto the apron-

Ahuizotl: Amazing! He avoided total disaster!

-Bulk comes running at Flash, who pulls the top rope down, allowing Bulk to fall to the floor-

Garble: But Bulk lands on his feet!

-Flash re-enters the ring as Bulk stiffens his balance. Flash dives through the middle rope, but winds up being caught in mid-air by Bulk-

Garble: OH CRAP! THAT SUICIDE DIVE COULD QUICKLY TURN INTO HOMICIDE!

Ahuizotl: Bulk Biceps, perhaps the most POWERFUL man in the EWF!

-A few seconds later, Bulk HURLS Flash behind himself with an Overhead Belly to Belly suplex. The top of Flash's back collides with the top of the barricade, and many fans have to quickly move out of the way as the force of the throw sends Flash off of the barricade and crashing into many steel chairs below, tipping most of them over onto the floor-

Garble: MY GOD! WHAT A WICKED THROW!

Ahuizotl: THAT BELLY TO BELLY SENT FLASH FLYING THROUGH THE AIR UNTIL HE COLLIDED WITH THE BARRICADE, AND THE VELOCITY THEN MADE HIM SMASH INTO THAT PILE OF STEEL CHAIRS DOWN BELOW!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Garble: Those usual seats that house the EWF fans weren't able to cushion the fall of Flash Sentry like they cushion their behinds! Like I said, he can take one HELL of a beating, but how can he hope to get back into the match after THIS?

Suri: -grinning at the damage her client has created- YOU JUST SUPLEXED HIM TO HELL! HE'S DEMOLISHED!

-6 minutes later-

-Midnight dives off the top rope, sending her body crashing into the forms of Rarity, Harper and Rowan and knocking both them and herself down to the floor. On the other side of the ring, Twist is looking to nail the Twist of Fate on Amay-

Crowd: MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT! MID-NIGHT!

Garble: Amay could soon be joining her Wythyst Family counterparts on the floor!

-As Twist holds out her arm, yelling a battle cry out to the crowd, Amay wraps her arm around Twist's neck. The crowd OHHHHs in anticipation-

Ahuizotl: The Eater of Worlds removes herself from harm's way! She may be about to change TWIST's fate!

-Amay lifts Twist into the air and drops her onto the edge of the announce table! Twist falls to the floor, her back being folded up-

Ahuizotl: WHAT A VICIOUS URANAGE SIDE SLAM!

Garble: Twist is in pain...she is in some deep, DEEP pain...the edge of our announce table is one of the most devastating parts of this arena!

-Meanwhile, back in the ring, Neon Lights has scaled up to the top rope, as he was able to get Bulk off of his feet. He is about to jump off, when he is WALLOPED in the side of the head with a kick from Rumble!-

Garble: SUPERMODEL KICK! Neon Lights was perhaps attempting to put The Beast away with the Gruv Glide, but Rumble ran ACROSS the ring apron and brought his stylish boot into the mush of Neon!

-Rumble runs back to his corner as Neon falls off the top rope, and lands on the top rope (the rope without any turnbuckles attached to it)-

Ahuizotl: Neon Lights is OUT! And he's just LAYING on the top rope, probably in the WORST position possible!

-Bulk gets to his feet, and walks over to Neon. He leans down and removes Neon from the top rope, placing him on his shoulders and walking over to the middle of the ring. With a roar, he spins Neon in the air, and on the way down, Neon's face SPLATS into the mat!-

Garble: A THUNDEROUS F-5 has just RAVAGED the Asylum, and Neon Lights was the victim!

*1…...2…..3!* -the bell rings, as the camera catches a glimpse of a joyful Suri Polomare-

Madden: Here are YOUR WINNEEEEERRRRS..RAAAAAAARITYYYY! RRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLE! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULK..BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEPS! And Amaaaaay..Wythyyyyyst…

Ahuizotl: That was some IMPECCABLE teamwork from Rumble and Bulk Biceps, and I suppose that's to be expected from two men that used to spend so much time with each other.

Garble: Absolutely. That Supermodel Kick caught Neon Lights when he least expected it, and Bulk's F-5 spelt the end for the team of he, Twist, Midnight and Flash.

-Bulk turns around to be surprised by the form of Rumble, who is sending his boot his way. Bulk ducks the kick-

Ahuizotl: THE SUPERMODEL KICK WAS AVERTED! RUMBLE TRIED TO GET THE JUMP ON HIS BURLY PARTNER!

-As Rumble turns around upon missing, he is picked up on the shoulders of Bulk. The crowd is cheering as Bulk walks around the ring with Rumble, who is kicking his feet like a fussy child-

Ahuizotl: PRINCE PRETTY COULD VERY WELL BE PULVERIZED!

Garble: Where's that fuzzy ladder when you need it?!

-Rumble becomes the second recipient of an F-5 as his face smashes into the mat, with the crowd cheering extra loud-

Ahuizotl: It certainly would've help bolster his clash with the mat!

Garble: It looks like their partnership is going to be short-lived...just one match long.

Ahuizotl: Rumble got what he wanted out of Bulk; a victory, so he was going to LITERALLY kick him to the curb, like he has done in the past!

-Bulk turns around, his chest heaving with intensity, as he is met with the fists of Flash Sentry, who also gets cheers from the crowd-

Garble: WHAT? FLASH?!

Ahuizotl: Flash is ALWAYS in "melee mode"! He wants to continue his wrangle with Bulk following that suplex that sent him into the crowd!

-Flash is able to land many jabs into the face of Bulk, but Bulk only has to duck ONE left hand and use his uncharacteristic speed to position himself BEHIND Flash-

Garble: Flash put up a good front, firing off as many bullets as he could, but his little boost of energy is about to be GRIDLOCKED!

-For the 5th time tonight, Flash is chucked backwards with a German Suplex. This time, he flips himself in mid-air before landing on the sternum of Rumble, which causes much of the crowd to OHHHH in both astonishment and alarm over Rumble and Flash's well-being-

Ahuizotl: HOLY HELL! BULK BICEPS, SUPLEX MACHINE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

Garble: At this point, it's doubtful if Flash Sentry will even be able to COMPETE at High Stakes! From being launched into the barricade, tumbling into a group of steel chairs, and now being FLIPPED onto Rumble! Bulk Biceps has DECIMATED both his tag team partners AND his opponents!

Ahuizotl: Who can put a stop to Bulk Biceps at High Stakes? …...Who?

-Bulk leaves the ring, etching a satisfied grin on the face of Suri as he walks up the ramp, a look of ferocity on his face-

-The drama doesn't stop there, as Rarity gets to her feet after being knocked down by Midnight Strike. She doesn't have much time to do anything as Lucy Harper sends her own boot into the side of her head, causing Rarity to slump onto the ring apron-

Garble: HARPER! HARPER WITH A FEROCIOUS KICK!

Ahuizotl: It looked like Harper was WAITING for Rarity to get to her feet! But...but WHY?

-Both Rowan and Harper grab Rarity and shove her into the ring from under the bottom rope. Amay Wythyst has been watching everything unfold since she took out Twist. She rises to her feet after being crouched over by the barricade on the right side of the announce table, sporting a sinister grin as she approaches the ring-

Garble: I think we have our answer right there...they were taking orders from Amay Wythyst.

Ahuizotl: Rarity was Amay's partner in this match, but I highly doubt she gives a DAMN about that! This is all about sending a message to the 6 other women in Hope Springs Eternal!

-Amay slides in under the bottom rope, taking a moment to examine Rarity's state before springing to her feet, quickly bringing Rarity to her own feet and bending her down by her back-

Garble: Rarity will share the same destiny that many others have undergone, courtesy of that baneful woman!

-Amay drives Rarity into the mat, immediately rising up to one knee and taking a look around the ring-

Ahuizotl: Brother Avery...the move named after the mystifying man Amay spoke fondly of a few weeks ago!

-Amay spots Photo Finish tending to Rumble in front of her. Without any warning, Amay gathers her to her feet by grabbing her hair-

Garble: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Photo Finish wasn't even a part of the damn match!

Ahuizotl: I don't think it MATTERS! Anyone who hasn't felt the sting of Amay Wythyst's anguish is open season, apparently!

-Photo is also planted into the mat face first-

Garble: Another dose of Brother Avery! I wonder if he is proud of what Amay Wythyst is trying to accomplish here in the EWF…

Crowd: AMAY'S GONNA KIIIILL YOU! AMAY'S GONNA KIIIILL YOU! AMAY'S GONNA KIIIILL YOU! AMAY'S GONNA KIIIILL YOU! AMAY'S GONNA KIIIILL YOU! AMAY'S GONNA KIIIILL YOU!

Ahuizotl: The crowd seems to be enjoying this...this DESTRUCTION.

Garble: I'm sure they wouldn't want to be on the RECEIVING end of it!

-Amay gets back up to her feet, which is Midnight Strike's cue to springboard off the top rope. She soars towards Amay, but doesn't make it very far as she is CLOBBERED out of the air with a Discus Clothesline from Harper!-

Ahuizotl: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE! HARPER NEARLY TOOK MIDNIGHT'S HEAD OFF!

-The crowd cheers at the sheer brutality that Harper packed into that Clothesline, but they of course are upset that Midnight happened to be the one that encountered it, so their cheers aren't that loud. OHHHs are mostly what come out of their mouth-

Garble: MIDNIGHT STRIKE, JUST GOT STRUCK WITH ONE OF THE SICKEST CLOTHESLINES I'VE EVER SEEN! ….WOW!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Ahuizotl: I have NO IDEA how Midnight is going to get up from that HELLACIOUS hit!

-Amay puts a hand on the back of Harper's head, placing their foreheads together, which is her way of praising her for being such good protection. Amay's grin continuously remains on her face as she now lifts Midnight to a standing stance-

Garble: Well, she got up, but it wasn't under her own volition...and now she's about to be brought back DOWN! -Just as Garble says that, Midnight becomes the next victim of Brother Avery. Honeycomb is shown outside the ring, with her hands over her mouth in both shock and gloom-

Ahuizotl: Poor Honeycomb...she was forced to watch her good friend and tag team partner suffer the same fate that Rarity and Photo Finish did...she could've helped her, but she too would've wound up lying on the mat…

Garble: And I'm sure that ISN'T what Midnight would want to happen to Honeycomb…

-Harper and Rowan take the time to place Photo Finish's body on top of Midnight, followed by Rarity on top of Photo's-

Ahuizotl: Dear God...it's like she's presenting an offering to the devil himself! Just like Bulk Biceps, Amay Wythyst and her Family have taken out EVERY woman that stood in their way tonight…

Garble: Rarity...Twist...Midnight Strike...Photo Finish...these women weren't really STANDING in their way, 'Zotl...Amay Wythyst is just aware that when she and her Family are around, there isn't a single person, man or woman, that can refrain them from reigning havoc upon whoever they please...

Crowd: SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOORLD, IN HER HANDS..SHE'S GOT THE WHOLE WIDE WOOORLD, IN HER HANDS..SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOORLD, IN HER HANDS..SHE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HER HAAAANDS...

-The crowd continues to sing the signature tune of The Wythyst Family as Amay sits on her knees in front of the pile of tarnished corpses. Rowan and Harper stand at her sides as their leader holds her arms out and laughs maniacally-

Amay: -she holds out her arms, opting anyone who will listen to- FOLLOOOOOW….THE BUZZAAAAAAAARDS…-before continuing to laugh-

Ahuizotl: I think I misinterpreted the situation...Amay isn't trying to APPEASE the devil, no...she IS the devil…

-The crowd's rendition of "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands" eerily echoes throughout the Asylum, as the camera zooms in on the equally creepy grin of Amay Wythyst-

*DEH!*

-Immediately following the eerie shot of Rowan's sheep mask, we see a camera on a wooden floor in what has become known as The Boiler Room; the hideout of The Sword. A pair of black combat boots approach, and soon, with a grunt, the camera is picked up by Diane Ditzbrose, who is joined by Beth Drollins on her right, and Rosely Reigns on her left. This week, Drollins is adorning a black cap on her head to go with the rest of The Sword's all-black attire-

Ditzbrose: I'm Diane Ditzbrose.

Drollins: -leaning into the camera- Beth Drollins.

Reigns: -quietly, but yet with purpose in her tone- I'm Rosely Reigns…-she gives a single nod to the camera- we're The Sword...

Ditzbrose: -smirking- Another month in the EWF comes to an end, but this wasn't like ANY other month.

Drollins: -as Ditzbrose looks off to the side, her messy hair covering her eyes- This was a month, that will go down -she grits her teeth- in HISTORY! A month that will ALWAYS...be remembered..for the SCAR we've left…

Reigns: -nodding- And we're JUST gettin' started…

Ditzbrose: -shaking the hair out of her eyes- We warned you...we warned EVERYBODY! We shined a big, bright GLARING light...on the INJUSTICE...in the EWF.

Drollins: We didn't just TALK..about injustice...did we, Lightning? -grainy footage is shown of The Sword triple powerbombing Lightning Dust- did we, Fluttershy? -this time, footage is shown of Fluttershy being triple powerbombed- did we, Rarity? -now Rarity is shown being powerbombed- did we, Rainbow Dash?! -Rainbow Dash's powerbomb at The Royal Rumble is the final one shown- did we just-did we just TALK about...injusticeee?

Ditzbrose: -can only chuckle at the list Drollins just mentioned- Jeez, guys...how many people have we Triple Powerbombed? -Drollins unleashes her signature laugh as Reigns smirks- There's gotta...there's gotta be like a census for that or something. -she shrugs-

Reigns: Nah, but…-she chuckles- we did NOT just talk about justice...we've RECTIFIED it.

Drollins: Damn right we did. We EXCOMMUNICATED Filthy Rich from his own creation: Monday Night Lunacy. We showed masqueraders like Berry Punch, Rainbow Dash, Diamond Tiara-even some of the MEN like DJ Z and Flash Sentry...just how DEEP a laceration from The Sword can run.

Ditzbrose: Lightning Dust! Fluttershy! The most -in a mocking voice- beeeelooooved tag team in the EWF. Well how did all that popularity, how did all those screaming men and women, help you fare through all of the BEATINGS...that we've given to you? Huh? Well apparently not too freakin' well, because YOU'VE NEVER BEATEN THE SWORD. NOBODY has, but you were two of our very first victims! And since that day, you ain't bounced back against us. The Sword has defeated you two in 1, 2, 3! 3 consecutive pay per views. TWICE in 6 women matches, and then there's last month at The Royal Rumble; the BIG one.

Reigns: And at High Stakes...nobody's gonna be watching your back this time.

Drollins: That's right. What makes you think the outcome of THIS pay per view...is going to be any different? It'll be the same old story, except THIS time...you're going to lose the ONE thing that you've been able to hold onto after all this time. MIRACULOUSLY, might I add...the Chick Combo Championships. They will belong to the Hounds of Justice after High Stakes. And at High Stakes, I will compete in one of the most grueling, body-altering matches imaginable...a ladder match. But what's hanging above the ring, makes the compromisation of my body entirely worth it. An automatic title shot at the Eternal Women's Champion. And like my comrades, I plan to climb each rung of that ladder, come out of the gruesome scene as a winner, and walk away from the ring with that very briefcase.

Reigns: And whoever's the Champion coming out of High Stakes, you gonna be gettin' your BRAINS stomped out, girl. And as far as the Chick Combo Championships? Whichever teams wanna step up and try to pry those titles away from us...good luck, because our grip...is as rigid as IRON.
Ditzbrose: Another month ends, another month begins, but FOR US, NOW, ALWAYS! The mission remains the same…

Drollins: 2014, will be the year The Sword CLEANSES...the disease of injustice..from the EWF.

Ditzbrose: WE HAVE NO FRIENDS, WE HAVE NO ALLIES. WE CAN'T HAVE THEM, WE DON'T NEED THEM, WE DON'T WANT THEM. -she leans in very close to the camera as Reigns cracks her neck in the background- We answer...to NO ONE.

Drollins: Drollins…

Ditzbrose: Ditzbrose.

Reigns: -quietly again- Reigns...in July, 2014...Justice lives. Believe in The Sword.

Ditzbrose: -as Drollins scrunches her face- BELIEEEEEVE. IN THE SWORD! -with that, she sets the camera back down on the floor, and three pairs of combat boots walk away at once-

-With that, we are sent to commercial-

Silver Shill: Welcome back to Monday Night Lunacy, everyone. I am standing by at this time, with "Marble Cold"..Berry Punch. -Berry is shown in the shot, wearing her leather vest that spells out "BERRY" in bold white lettering on the right side, and shows a white skull with red eyes, as well as the letters "DOB" (standing for Daughter of a Bastard) on the left side. She has her usual stone cold expression covering her face- Berry..tonight, you will put your spot in the Hope Springs Eternal match at High Stakes on the line against Trixie, who will be making her Lunacy debut. What are your thoughts on this development?

Berry: What are my thoughts? Well any concerned man or woman would react in the obvious way...they'd pitch a fit, state that the world must have a grudge against them, they'd cry and moan, they'd suck their thumb, and they'd tell anybody and everybody that would listen that it was the worst travesty in EWF history, like they stubbed their damn toe or something. Now I ain't gonna react that way, because I ain't a concerned woman. In my case, "the world" is represented by The System. I've got a grudge with them, and that's because I don't see eye to eye with how them shitbirds are running this place into the ground. But instead of cryin' and snottin' all over the damn place, I can do something about it. That's why I Bar Tabbed Luna last week, and yeah, that got me in some hot water. If I'm Marble Cold, that bitch is STONE Cold. She thinks she can punish me, by forcing me to put my spot in the ladder match up for grabs? EH-EH! What Luna and The System don't realize, is that they can't get rid of The Loneyville Lancehead (Lancehead is a type of snake) THAT easily! I'm like the worst case of hemorrhoids that you've ever had! And Luna wants to put me up against some fresh blood, the Gruesome and Pissful Trixie? I ain't gonna take her lightly. She was a hell of a card on Sublime. First World Fighter's Champion and blah blah blah blah...I get it. But what's really funny to me is that she ACCEPTED this match? Has she not been paying attention to what I've been doing over here on Lunacy? I may not have won any titles...yet, but I've been Bar Tabbing bitches LEFT and RIGHT, kicking the asses of whoever wants to step in the ring with Marble Cold. Trixie...unfortunately for you, I'M your welcome wagon to Lunacy, and this wagon is going to escort you to the welcoming party straight from hell, missy. After this match, whether you join The System or not, doesn't matter to me...just make sure you don't run into me again, lest you want to get your ass whooped and Bar Tabbed again. And you DON'T want to join The System, because that would make you an enemy of Marble Cold, and let me tell you, that's the LAST thing you want. -her eyebrows narrow- Hopefully the ass-kicking I give you tonight will convince you that The System ain't the place for you. Trixie...I'm going to stomp a sandcastle in your sand-filled twat, which don't never get any attention from men because your obnoxious, pain in the neck personality drives them all away, and H'WALK IT DAMP! Speaking of drive, I'm gonna drive you back to Sublime with that magic wand of yours stuck inside your urethra. In fact, I'm going to maneuver just right enough so that it's pointing in the direction of the Symposium. And then I'm going to walk into High Stakes, and whip the asses of the 7 other bitches who dare to come out from the back, and meet face-to-face with Marble Cold. Ladders ain't really my style, so I'm gonna beat them to a pulp with my fists, because Marble Cold's fists have done her well enough throughout her life. So there's my "thoughts" for you. -she looks at Silver Shill- I hope they've satisfied your journalistic palate. -she then looks back at the camera- Trixie...if I were you, I'd wave that little magic stick of yours and use it to disappear, before I STICK the damn thing where the sun don't shine. And that's the BOTTOM LIIIIIINE…'cuz Marble Cold SAID SO. -Berry saunters off, leaving Silver Shill both yearning for more and overwhelmed-

Garble: Holy crap...Berry Punch, intense as always, sending a verbal message to Trixie before their huge match tonight.

Ahuizotl: And speaking of intense, The Bionic Brute, Overdrive is already in the ring, as our next matchup is set to begin shortly!

-Overdrive's theme music is playing as he is set up in the corner, awaiting his next opponent with his partner, Vultarian next to his side-

-"Hundred Million" by Treble Charger brings Overdrive's opponent out to the stage, whom is showered in boos-

Madden: Aaaaand HIS OPPONENT! Froooom LONEYVIIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 218 POOOOOUNDS..THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDERLAAAAAAAAAAAANE!

Ahuizotl: Over the past few weeks, we've witnessed a shocking transformation for Thunderlane. A transformation he must've thought was NECESSARY in order to become the Carnage Champion!

Garble: So far, all it's done is get this entire audience to despise him, and OUTRAGE the Champion himself, Giz Hero. He's got new theme music, he's removed the gaudy earrings and the vanilla tips, and he's back to his original look; returning to his roots, if you will.

Ahuizotl: It could prove successful, but no matter how noteworthy his career is from this point on, I will NEVER praise this man for how he got to that point!

Garble: I don't know how anyone COULD. To so THOUGHTLESSLY and CARELESSLY break the heart of Cloudchaser, a girl who had been waiting so many YEARS for her old sweetheart to return to her is one of the LOWEST things we've witnessed here in the EWF!

Ahuizotl: Yet he's still able to walk to the ring with that cocky smirk he's always had, like nothing has changed. Actually...he looks a tiny bit MORE arrogant tonight…

Garble: Maybe his arrogance has GROWN since he kicked Cloudchaser to the curb...I wouldn't doubt it, and if that's true, I'm even more disgusted…

-Thunderlane enters the ring, and is immediately confronted by Overdrive, who gets in his face-

Ahuizotl: THIS is interesting! Overdrive has approached Thunderlane before their match has even begun.

Crowd: KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS!

Overdrive: -with contempt dripping from his voice- How can you live with yourself? Cloudchaser was willing to do anything and EVERYTHING for you, yet you so selfishly treated her as if she were dirt on the bottom of your shoe!

Thunderlane: Heh...who are YOU to judge ME? At least I CAN get a girl, you bag of bolts.

-Overdrive turns his head to the side, trying to compose himself. He nods his head with rage, as if to say, "okay, now I'm gonna kick your ASS" before stepping back to his corner-

Garble: How can Thunderlane SAY things like that? What a sad excuse for a human being…

Ahuizotl: He had a girl...a girl who is beautiful on both the inside AND the outside, yet he threw her away like she was NOTHING.

Garble: And he doesn't look the LEAST bit concerned about his match with Overdrive. I hope Overdrive does Giz's job BEFORE High Stakes, and teaches that son of a bitch a valuable lesson! I hope he treats Thunderlane like he treated Cloudchaser!

Match 2: Overdrive w/ Vultarian vs Thunderlane

-7 minutes later-

-Thunderlane is perched on the top rope, looking down below at Overdrive-

Ahuizotl: Overdrive may be out already! Thunderlane is poised and ready!

Garble: The dark clouds are swarming in...Overdrive may be seconds away from beiiiiing...

-He jumps off the top rope, but Overdrive rises to his feet just in time to catch Thunderlane in mid-air before spinning Thunderlane onto his back right on the mat with a Snap scoop powerslam!-

Garble: -as the crowd is going wild after that insane counter- WHAT A POWERSLAM BY OVERDRIVE! THUNDERSTRUCK WAS EVADED!

Ahuizotl: THUNDERLANE NEARLY GOT DRIVEN RIGHT THROUGH THE MAT!

-Overdrive goes for a cover on Thunderlane, but gets just 2-

Garble: ONE more big move like that, and the Aerodynamic Animatronic may come away with a huge victory tonight!

Ahuizotl: I like that! I'm glad you've been brushing up on your alliteration.

Garble: I have to compete with you on a week-to-week basis, so my alliteration ability was always available for acute assistance.

Ahuizotl: -nearly faints at the sexy use of alliteration- AHHHHHHHHH!

-6 minutes later-

-The tables have since been turned, as OVERDRIVE is now the one with sits atop the highest rope-

Garble: Overdrive's taking a page out of his buddy Vultarian's playbook; perching himself up at the top like a hungry vulture, waiting for the perfect chance to attack his prey!

-Just before Overdrive can attack, Thunderlane brings his stomach off of the mat and jumps forward at the ring rope, which causes the rope to bounce and as a result, Overdrive falls off, his knees hitting the top turnbuckle as he flips over and lands on his back-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd OHHHHs at the impact- WHOA DAMN! The reverb of the ring rope forced Overdrive to tumble down to the mat!

Garble: I think Thunderlane is a piece of garbage, but I've gotta admit that right there was the SMARTEST thing he could've done in that situation…

Ahuizotl: Overdrive was looking to hit the Maximum Overdrive, but Thunderlane, much the same way his opponent did earlier in the match, saw the move coming, and sought to prevent it from occurring! Very smart indeed.

-Rather than go back up top himself, Thunderlane bounces off the ropes, rolling on the mat as he does so. He then leaps into the air, twisting himself with a frontflip and then lands on Overdrive's half metal, half fleshy torso-

Garble: ROLLING THUNDER!

Ahuizotl: You could hear the CLANK of Overdrive's metal chest from over here!

-Thunderlane lowers his stomach to where it is touching Overdrive's, reaching down to hold up one of Overdrive's legs and lift it off the mat, keeping it in place with his arm-

*1…...2….3!* -much to the fans chagrin, the bell is rang as Thunderlane drops Overdrive's leg back down to the mat with a triumphant grin-

Garble: And the number one contender, continues to be on a ROLL heading towards High Stakes…

Madden: Here is YOOOOURRRR WINNEEEERRRR..THUUUUUUUUUNDERRRRRLAAAAAAANE!

Ahuizotl: Don't think I'm going to ignore that TERRIBLE pun of yours. But yes, as much as I hate to admit it, Thunderlane was on his A-Game tonight, which is exactly how he'll want to perform against Giz Hero at High Stakes.

Garble: After that first failed attempt, he must've thought going for the Thunderstruck again would've been a bad idea, so he called an audible and brought out his signature move, the Rolling Thunder. Overdrive wasn't expecting it, and the trauma that was caused after he fell from the top rope was enough to keep him down for the 3.

Crowd: YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME! YOU'RE STILL LAME!

Ahuizotl: This crowd, unlike us, however, is anything BUT impressed.

Thunderlane: -as his hand is being raised- If WINNING makes me lame, than I'm proud to be the LAMEST son of a bitch around! -as the referee drops his hand, he shrugs at the audience with a smirk. His smirk soon fades, however, as the intro to Giz Hero's theme plays through the loudspeakers, bringing the fans to their feet with cheers-

Garble: UH OHHHHHH...this may be ONE battle you CAN'T win, Thunderlane!

-Giz appears on the stage and wastes no time in fast walking down the stage. Flitter is following behind, the crowd cheering the closer Giz gets to the ring-

Ahuizotl: THE CARNAGE CHAMPION'S COMING TO GET HIM SOME OF HIS MOST HATED RIVAL!

Garble: HIGH STAKES MAY COME EARLY, 'ZOTL!

-As soon as Giz slides into the ring, Thunderlane slides out, opting the crowd to boo him mercilessly-

Garble: HE'S RUNNING AGAIN! GET IN THE RING AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN, THUNDERLANE!

Ahuizotl: He is downright SCARED of Giz Hero! It's as clear as day!

-Thunderlane walks over to the timekeeper's area and grabs two microphone. He takes one for himself and chucks the other into the ring, where Giz catches it with one hand, refusing to take his cold eyes off of Thunderlane-

Thunderlane: -smirking- Why you always wanting to fight, Giz? Let's just talk for a minute, okay?

Giz: -as the crowd boos- ….TALK?

Thunderlane: Yeah, man! You know, blah blah blah, that sorta thing. You're just looking awful stressed, man, so let's talk about what's wrong.

Giz: I AM stressed! And the only thing that would CURE that stress, is giving you the BEATING. OF. YOUR. LIIIIIIIIIIFE!…..This isn't a GAME you little SHIT. -his eyebrows are practically touching his eyelids-

Thunderlane: Oh but you seeeee...THAT's where you're WRONG, Giz, because I'm having a BLAST! -the crowd sends hundreds of octaves of HATRED Thunderlane's way-

Giz: ….Well I would have a BLAST if you would get YOUR ASS IN THIS RING, AND FACE YOUR JUDGMENT DAY! -the crowd is complete behind Giz, as they begin chanting "HE-RO"- GET IN HERE, YOU ABSOLUTE SCUM! I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR WILD GOOSE CHASE ANYMORE!

Thunderlane: Naaaaah man, I'm real comfortable right where I am. -he sits down against the announce table, putting his arms behind his neck and crossing his legs-

Giz: YOU'RE A COWARD! YOU THINK YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU DID TO CLOUDCHASER AND LIVE TO TELL THE STORY?! WISHFUL THINKING, ASSHOLE! YOU'RE MIIIIIINE!

Thunderlane: HONESTLY, dude...is what I did to Cloudchaser REALLY even such a big deal? -massive boos follow, as Giz's patience is thinning- I know you're new to all of this relationship gunk, but this happens EVERY day, and not JUST to women. Girls break guy's hearts all the time! Guys like you, Giz. Guys that are naive, and FOOLISH enough to think that those bitches gave a DAMN about them in the first place! That's why a lot of people tend to AVOID relationships, so they can, in turn AVOID getting their heart broken. Guys like ME, though? We don't get our hearts broken...because we're ahead of the game, son. -he points to his brain- We got all these chicks all figured out. And guys like me...sometimes, we gotta be THE ones breaking those hearts. It's a way of life, man. -he shrugs- One of these days, you're going to get a glimpse of what I'm talking about. You love that girl with ALL of your heart? -he points to Flitter behind him- She probably says the same...but Giz...women...are POISON. -the crowd boos- ALL of them, man! They all-

Giz: SHUT UP! ENOUGH! DON'T SAY ANYTHING ELSE, BECAUSE NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR IT! People...people like you THINK like that, because you don't HAVE a heart!

Thunderlane: -finally getting up to his feet- I DO have a heart, but I've made a pact with myself to not share my heart with anyone but ME. And my heart right now only wants, it only desires ONE thing...and that's your title belt. I'm competing for that title of yours at High Stakes, so what makes you think I'm going to get in that ring and risk getting hurt and LOSING my title opportunity?

Giz: You SHOULD get in this ring, so you can experience the same pain and AGONY that you've caused Cloudchaser!

Thunderlane: Like I said, man, I'm good right out here.

Giz: You may believe that our match is only about the Carnage Championship, but I ASSURE you that for me, it is about so, SO much more! -he looks at his waist- This Championship...it is my pride and joy, as well as proof that I have worked my ass off to get to the position I'm in right now in my career. But Thunderlane...our match at High Stakes...it is ABSOLUTELY, INDISPUTABLY, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT….PERSONAL. -the crowd cheers- It is NOT just about this title...it is mainly about me AVENGING the heart of Cloudchaser for all of the SUFFERING that your lousy ass has put her through! Our match at High Stakes, BAR NONE, is relative to me allowing you to FEEEEL, to live through EVERY SINGLE ounce of TORMENT that you have relegated to her! -cheers- And I plan to torture you even MORE than she was! Much...much...MUCH MORE…

Thunderlane: Well that's all well and good, but if I were you, I'd make sure to focus on defending your title rather than exacting some revenge in honor of that cheap tramp. -the boos come back in no time, and they are louder than they possibly have ever been-

Garble: SOMEONE SHUT THIS GUY UP! HE'S UNBEARABLE!

-Thunderlane is about to speak again, until he notices the hands of someone on him. With the lightning quick reflexes he is known for, he turns around and smacks the microphone into the forehead of who turns out to be Vultarian. Vultarian falls to the ground immediately-

Ahuizotl: OH JESUS! VULTARIAN JUST GOT LEVELED WITH THAT MICROPHONE!

Garble: I think he was going to throw Thunderlane into the ring! Like all of us, Vultarian was sick to DEATH of hearing this MORON spout such baloney about this entire thing!

Thunderlane: -looking down at Vultarian- STEP BACK, CHUMP! -he then looks back at the ring, smirking at Giz- Better luck next time, Hero. I'm out of here. -he winks at Flitter, even clicking his tongue at her before he begins walking around to the front of the ring, the crowd upset that he didn't get his comeuppance-

Ahuizotl: Smug little bastard...he is LUCKY that Vultarian was just a little too slow! Otherwise, Giz would've torn him apart RIGHT HERE, TONIGHT!

Garble: Or maybe it's that Thunderlane is too FAST. I sure wish he DIDN'T have the speed that he possesses, because I would ADORE watching Giz beat him SENSLESS!

Crowd: -to Thunderlane- YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK!

-Thunderlane ignores the crowd, walking nonchalantly up the ramp with a smirk on his face-

Ahuizotl: And he even has his back TURNED to Giz...what a complete lack of respect from that young man…

Garble: Giz could very easily RUN up the ramp after him, but it's almost like Thunderlane's words are getting to him, and they froze him.

Ahuizotl: Oh, they have DEFINITELY gotten to Giz. He now wants to beat Thunderlane's brains out more than EVER. He is just standing in the ring, trembling with RAGE. Giz is not a violent man at heart. I believe he is trying to compose himself, and not let his anger take over his body.

Garble: That might be wise for now. Who knows what will happen if Giz completely SNAPS. NOBODY may be safe!

Giz: YOU'RE MINE AT HIGH STAKES, THUNDERLANE! YOUR ENTIRE BEING WILL BELONG TO ME, AND I WILL MAKE SURE IT IS NEVER THE SAME AGAIN!

-Thunderlane does not give any fucks, as he continues to walk up the stage, flashing a thumbs up to Giz without even looking back. Giz drops his mic and drops to his knees, shutting his eyes with force and grabbing at the mat with both hands. The crowd tries to lift his spirits by cheering for him, but Giz is a complete hysterical mess, as he shakes with frustration on the mat-

Ahuizotl: After these encounters with Thunderlane, GIZ is the one who may never be the same again...mentally, at least.

Garble: Not until he gets his hands on that piece of shit. Once he exacts revenge for Cloudchaser, I think his mind will finally clear of all these evil thoughts.

-We head to another commercial with the fans again shouting "HE-RO." Flitter also gets on her knees on the mat, and wraps her arms around Giz, holding him close-

Silver: Welcome back, everyone. Standing by, my guests at this time...are The Substitutes of Salvation: Bill Nyeker-

Nyeker: MR. Nyeker to YOU, you uncultivated simpleton. And since I'm mindful of the fact that you will make the same oversights when it comes to my students, let me save you the embarrassment of further miscalculations...joining me in this consultation is Mr. Dwight Dawson...and Mr. Xavier Kendrick. Now, you may proceed with your trite and indiscreet inquiring.

Silver: -knows this interview will truly test his patience- Well, the obvious question on everyone's mind is how are you and your students holding up after the incidents that occurred last week?

Nyeker: As you can see, we are roaming in a perpendicular faddism, so we are coping quite applicably. That rube Happy Trails' unwarranted barrage against me with that sulphurous guitar of his was completely uncouth. It denied me the leisure to behold my student's FINEST HOUR, as they became Number One Contenders to the Combo of Carnage Championships. -he grins, shaking the hands of both of his students- And though I was not present, words cannot emit the sheer mirth I have been emanating since last week. I am perpetually intoxicated with elation over what Mr. Dawson and Mr. Kendrick have accomplished. -he smiles-

Silver: It was certainly impressive how they triumphed over the Sublime teams. But it is what happened AFTER that match that has the EWF Universe chattering up a storm. Your students were maliciously attacked by-

Nyeker: Yes yes yes, we're all au courant (aware) on what transpired between my prized pupils, and the putrid PESTS known as Snips and Snails. -his lip curls in anger- See, we cannot retaliate against Happy Trails, for he is apart of the Sublime roster. But those two? They reside in our own home base. They're RIGHT under our noses...I was in a comatose state at the time when my students were reprehensibly DEMOLISHED by their savage sinners, but rest assured, had I been responsive, NONE of that would've materialized! I would've come to the aid of my defenseless scholars, and opened up a path for THEIR destruction. Mr. Dawson would've wrapped his arms around the lanky frame of Mr. Snails, and he would proceed to smother the energy out of him, to the point where even PICKING UP a steel chair would be a CHORE in and of itself...the much more agile and swift Mr. Kendrick would withdraw himself from any and all plight which Mr. Snips would've devised for him, Mr. Snips would soon tire himself out after so long of chasing after Mr. Kendrick. They would then both be ripe for the picking, and in I would introduce my prowess. Both Mr. Snips and Mr. Snails' arms would be disjointed as a result of my expertly gripped submission holds. And then, for good measure, I would upraise my faithful yardstick, and much like they unloaded onto my student's with their steel chairs, I would SMACK my yardstick into their anatomy! Every single sector of their body that is susceptible to pain! I would REDDEN their flesh! I would ERADICATE their epidermis! I would return them to the clutches of The System FATALLY unrecognizable! The events of last week have been swirling around the cerebrum of my student's heads for the past week...they cannot block out the afflictions that Mr. Snips and Mr. Snails dispensed upon them...but this does not mean that they are frightened of those instruments of idiocy, nor does the spell the turning over of a new leaf. My students and I, we do not long for, nor do we require the compassion of the leeches that make up the EWF Universe…-he shakes his head at the mere thought of such a thing- do not SPONGE off of our misfortunes regarding these recent circumstances, for there is a very simple route we must navigate if we are to mend the wounds given to us by Mr. Snips and Mr. Snails...we must OBLITERATE them. -his left eye twitches, as his face shows that of true wrath- Yes, maul them like they have mauled us...their motives are unclear. We are not sure why they have contracted the sudden urge dismantle my students, but they clearly aren't very good at doing so. Moreover, their intentions do not intrigue us. Whether they are taking orders from The System, or they are attempting to revise their images of submissive subordinates, does not matter to us. We do not take you seriously, nor do we view you as threats. What we view you as is nothing more than a pair of nuisances on our way to prominence. You will always be nothing more than incompetent buffoons, trying to act like roughnecks. Well, gentlemen...if you wish to emulate the actions of street thugs, than Mr. Dawson and Mr. Kendrick…-he looks at his students- will have no problem TREATING you as such. -he walks away from the interview area, his students following behind-

Silver: Thank you for your time, Mr. Nyeker...and now we will head back to the ring for our next match.

-The sound of a school bell rings throughout the arena, bring forth many boos, but not as much as usual. Bill Nyeker appears on the stage, yardstick in hand, which his students appearing not far after. Nyeker points to the ring with his yardstick, and allows his students to pass him before he begins walking down the ramp behind them-

Madden: The followiiiiing SIX MAAAAN TAG TEAM conteeest, is scheduled foooooor ONE FAAAAALL! Introducing FIRST...XAAAAAAVIEEEEEER KENDRIIIIIICK, DWIIIIIIGHT DAWSOOOOON, AAAAAAND BIIIIIIILL NYEKEEEEEEERRRR..THE SUBSTITUUUUUUUUUUUUTES..OOOOOOF SAAAAAAAALVAAAAAATIOOOOOON!

Garble: It is just SO good to know that despite what happened last week, these men are going to continue to be some of the most irritating individuals in the EWF.

Ahuizotl: I could've picked up on the toxic sarcasm dripping from your lips even if I was DEAF. It's also a great relief to me that even though he way pulverized by the guitar of Happy Trails last week, Bill Nyeker is STILL opting to run his mouth. Just freaking GREAT.

Garble: We are both very sarcastic people. No but seriously...though Bill Nyeker has done nothing but talk down to all of his student's opponents, as well as these fans since he showed up here, I'm honestly pulling for he and his students to win this matchup.

Ahuizotl: I'm actually right there with you. Snips and Snails represent The System, and I just CAN'T, under any circumstance, side with them over whoever they may be facing, even if their opponents ARE these three flippant men.

Garble: If you missed last week's episode and aren't quite sure why Bill Nyeker and his students are so aggravated, let's take you back to what occurred. It was an 8 man tag team match to determine the challengers for Rack Attack's Combo of Carnage titles.

Ahuizotl: Yes. Xavier Kendrick and Dwight Dawson would join forces with Snips and Snails. They would take on the teams of Couchmate, as well as Happy Trails and Braeburn. The Teacher's Pets and SLIME came out victorious, but after the match, THIS happened…

-A replay is shown of SLIME'S hellacious beatdown of Dawson and Kendrick-

Garble: Brutal...just a brutal, GRAPHIC assault on Dawson and Kendrick. We do not know WHY this happened just yet, but hopefully soon, we can get some answers from Snips and Snails…

-Nyeker was blocking the eyes of his students with his hands the whole time the replay was shown. When it exits the screen, he removes his hand and has to turn his back from the screen, placing a hand on his mouth-

Ahuizotl: Nyeker looks like he's about to blow chunks…

*"Awakening" by Black Electric sends out their opponents, and ferocious boos from the crowd*

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! SHIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIING ARMOOOOOOORRRRR..AAAAAAAND SLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEEE…

Garble: 'Zotl...l-look at this…

Ahuizotl: I see it...Snips and Snails are CARRYING the same chairs that they ATTACKED Dawson and Kendrick with to the ring!

Garble: I'm telling you, man...there is something DIFFERENT going on inside those two's heads now...whether they are just trying to act tough for The System, or if a switch inside of them got flipped, these two seem more dangerous now than they have ever before…

-Snips holds up the chair that has been DENTED by the massive head of Dawson up in the air, and he then slaps his other hand against the metal basing with a sadistic grin on his face-

Ahuizotl: Maybe they're learning from one of the most vile, nasty men in the EWF, Shining Armor. He certainly would be a good mentor when it comes to being as despicable a human as you could possibly be…

Garble: Both he and Bill Nyeker will be competing against 6 other men who are going to HAVE to be as nasty as they can be if they want to attain the Carnival of Carnage briefcase. Inside is, essentially, a key to IMMORTALITY; you will have an automatic title shot for the Carnage Championship WHENEVER you please.

Ahuizotl: And on the other side of the card, SLIME and The Teacher's Pets will be embroiled in a triple threat tag team match against the current Combo of Carnage Champions, Ace and Zack Ryder. Naturally, that will be for the titles. But just like we've witnessed with the feud between Giz Hero and Thunderlane, their title match is now about MORE than just the gold...it's highly PERSONAL.

-Snips and Snails each lay their steel chairs down under the turnbuckles in their corner. They still have the same vicious glint in their eyes that they had last week. Dawson and Kendrick don't look intimidated in the least, though, and this is evident by the fact that Dawson immediately grabs hold of Snips and CHUCKS him halfway across the ring, over into his team's corner as soon as he enters the ring-

Garble: HOLY HELL! The raw POWER of Dwight Dawson cannot be understated!

Ahuizotl: Perhaps SLIME picked the wrong group of men to make a statement out of! Dawson could make a statement out of the stout, yet short member of SLIME right now!

Match 3: The Substitutes of Salvation vs SLIME & Shining Armor

-5 minutes later-

-Since the outset of the match, Snips has been isolated in the corner of The SOS (Substitutes of Salvation.) They have been pummeling him nonstop. Right now, Nyeker has tagged in Kendrick, who scales the top rope, awaiting Snips to get to his feet-

Garble: Snips isn't showing that same FLARE that he exploited last week!

Ahuizotl: Perhaps that flare has all but fizzled out…

-As Snips rises, Kendrick leaps off the top rope, attempting his A For Effort signature (which is known as the Over Castle in the wrestling world.) As Kendrick flips over Snips' body, however, Snips wraps his arms around Kendrick's neck, rather than allowing Kendrick to do the same. This stops the move, naturally-

Garble: Kendrick gets an A For Effort regarding that Over Castle, but Snips had it VERY well scouted!

-Snips turns himself around while still clasping his arms around Kendrick's neck. He then removes one of his arms, leaving just one wrapped around Kendrick's neck. Following this, he grabs ahold of Kendrick's slacks with the other hand while also Kendrick's back down. Snips then lifts Kendrick high into the air before rotating him a bit and then dropping him onto his back with a Lifting falling inverted DDT-

Ahuizotl: Snips refers to that move as Compound Action!

Garble: It's the first offense he's gotten in awhile! Snips may be the physical embodiment of a stump, but he has a lot of power trapped in that small body of his!

Ahuizotl: But can he make it to his corner?!

-Snips indeed does so, as he crawls to his corner and upon doing so, tags in Shining Armor-

-11 minutes later-

-Bill Nyeker wraps his legs around Snails' waist, while also wrapping his arms around one of Snails' arms-

Ahuizotl: THE NUMBER CRUNCHER! BILL NYEKER HAS THE NUMBER LOCKED IN ON THE TALLER MEMBER OF SLIME!

-Since they are so close to his team's corner, all Snails has to do is reach his other hand out towards Snips, who immediately slaps the hand-

Garble: SNAILS MADE THE TAG! He could tap out right now and it would mean NOTHING.

-Snips enters the ring, which Nyeker doesn't know about. As Nyeker wrings on Snails' arm, Snips simply forces Nyeker off of his partner by lifting him onto his shoulders-

Ahuizotl: And there's the POWER of Snips that we mentioned before! Nyeker NEVER saw the tag!

-On the outside of the ring, Shining Armor launches Kendrick into the barricade. He turns around and is caught in the grip of Dwight Dawson. While Snips is busy with Nyeker, Snails exits the ring and comes up from behind Dawson. As Dawson has a hold of Shining, Snails SHOVES Dawson into the ringpost in front of him (they are next to Snail's team's corner, by the way)-

Garble: OH! The big man's head RICOCHETS off the ringpost!

-In the ring, Snips successfully hits Cut It Out on Nyeker (which is known as a Burning Hammer.) Outside the ring, while the referee is preoccupied with the goings on inside, Snails grabs one of the steel chairs that were placed in his team's corner and, as Dawson falls to the ground, jabs it into his stomach-

Ahuizotl: Hey, HEY! A CHEAP SHOT BY SNAILS, WITH THE SAME STEEL CHAIR HE BLUDGEONED AGAINST DAWSON AND HIS PARTNER'S HEAD LAST WEEK!

-Snails quickly places the chair back on top of the other one in the corner before the referee notices. Shining Armor looks quite pleased with how far Snails is willing to go to win, so he gives him a pat on the shoulder-

Garble: And Shining Armor, playing the role of a proud papa...give me a break…

-Shining motions to the ring, telling Snails that is assistance is needed as Snips brings Nyeker back up to his feet-

Ahuizotl: As if the Burning Hammer weren't enough, SLIME is prepared to fully finish Bill Nyeker off with their signature double team!

-Snails climbs to the top rope and waits for Snips to initiate his part of the move, which he does. Snails then jumps off and brings his leg down into the throat of Bill Nyeker, whilst Snips completes the German Suplex-

Garble: And Bill Nyeker's spine and the back of his head are sent CRASHING into the mat!

-Snails stands by close to the carnage on the mat that is now known as Bill Nyeker as Snips hooks his leg. The referee drops to the mat-

*1.….2…..3!*

Ahuizotl: SLIME have inched their way into back-to-back victories!

Madden: Here are YOOOOOUUUURRRR WINNEEEEEEEEERRRRS..SHIIIIIIINIIIIIING ARMOOOOOOOOORRRRRRR..AAAAAAND SLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMEEEE…

-The crowd boos at the outcome of the match, as Shining Armor raises the hands of Snips and Snails with a huge grin on his face-

Garble: And Shining Armor picks up a victory, as well. His tag team with Berry Punch was short lived, and ended in disarray, but it seems teaming up with his System counterparts was a great way to build momentum towards High Stakes.

Ahuizotl: The match started off incredibly slow for SLIME, but once Snips blocked Xavier Kendrick's signature move, things really turned sour for the Substitutes of Salvation in a hurry.

Garble: But let's not look past what kept the biggest man in the match, Dwight Dawson down long enough for Bill Nyeker to be pinned. Snails took the same steel chair used to take out he and Kendrick last week, and practically STABBED Dawson's gut with it!

Ahuizotl: I wonder if SLIME have picked up these lowdown tactics from Shining Armor...or, more realistically, ALL of the other members of The System. Regardless, with Snips and Snails now operating under much more...heinous tendencies...the men's tag team division could undergo a complete OVERHAUL over the next few weeks.

-Snips and Snails creep their way out of the ring, approaching Dwight Dawson again. They each pick up their steel chairs and slam them into the chest of Dawson, causing him to scream out in pain-

Garble: And now we're back to THIS crap again! WHAT DOES THIS ACCOMPLISH?!

Ahuizotl: -as Snips and Snails slide back into the ring, still holding their weapons of choice- Other than perhaps weed out their competition at High Stakes, I do not know...what I DO know is that it's EXACTLY what I'd expect from the TRASH that makes up The System!

-Both Snips and Snails stand on each side of the unmoving body of Bill Nyeker-

Garble: And now they're going to target the man responsible for the rise of Dawson and Kendrick! The brains behind the operation, Bill Nyeker! Without him by their side, The Teacher's Pets are practically obsolete!

-Just as Nyeker starts to come to, Snails BASHES the dented chair into his back, silencing his recovery. The crowd boos even louder than before as Snails then takes a shot at Nyeker's back. Not wanting to tire themselves out, Snails steps back as Snips sets his chair on the mat, and begins to pick up Nyeker-

Ahuizotl: I personally can't STAND Bill Nyeker, but I think this is going TOO FAR! Kendrick and Dawson LOOK UP to this man! He's the one that took them under his wing! Brought them to the PROMISED LAND!

Garble: Yeah, COME ON guys! He's not going to be in the tag title match! LAY OFF OF HIM!

-As Snips lifts Nyeker up onto his shoulders, Xavier Kendrick sneaks in from under the bottom rope, and immediately sprints towards Snips. He doesn't get far, though, as Snails WHACKS him in the forehead with his steel chair, immediately sending him dropping to the mat-

Ahuizotl: WHAT A SHOT! Xavier tried to save his teacher in a last-ditch effort, but though Snips didn't have HIS chair in his possession, Snails had his own!

-Snails places his chair on the throat of Kendrick, gagging him and pinning him down to the mat so he will no longer be a factor-

Garble: And the life now being SQUEEZED out of Kendrick thanks to that steel chair, much like Dwight Dawson does with his finishing move, the Sleeping in Class!

-As Kendrick gets choked up, Bill Nyeker has it even worse. He winds up getting dropped RIGHT on his head with Snips' finishing move-

Ahuizotl: RIGHT ON THE DAMN STEEL CHAIR! SNIPS JUST DECIMATED BILL NYEKER WITH THE BURNING HAMMER RIGHT ON TOP OF THE STEEL CHAIR, FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Garble: The move known as Cut It Out may have been the final nail in the coffin known as Bill Nyeker's career! AND I WISH THESE TWO WOULD CUT IT OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE RING! BILL NYEKER JUST GOT SPIKED ON HIS DAMN HEAD!

Crowd: AAAAAAASS-HOOOOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOOOOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOOOOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOOOOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOOOOLES! AAAAAAASS-HOOOOLES!

-Snails removes the chair from Kendrick's neck, and Snips retrieved his chair from under the bottom of Nyeker's head. They then both approach the body of Kendrick, each wielding their respective weapons-

Ahuizotl: STOP! THIS IS A CARBON COPY OF WHAT HAPPENED LAST WEEK, IF NOT WORSE!

-Luckily, Shining Armor steps in and shakes his head at Snips and Snails. He gestures at them with the "come on" motion and turns around, walking towards the ropes-

Garble: Oh thank God...for once, Shining Armor did something right...IT TOOK HIM LONG ENOUGH, THOUGH! BILL NYEKER MAY NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN!

Ahuizotl: AND THE STUDENTS HE TAKES SUCH PRIDE IN WERE SUBJECTED TO CHAIR SHOTS THEMSELVES, WHICH RENDERED THEM HELPLESS TO SAVE THEIR TEACHER!

-Shining Armor exits the ring, followed by Snips and Snails-

Garble: I suppose Shining Armor is those crazy bastard's conscience in all of this...why didn't he do something SOONER?!

Ahuizotl: The answer is simple! It's because he's a no-good, rotten bastard who ENJOYED seeing The Substitutes of Salvation being treated the way they were! He only called off his lackies because he figured they had done enough damage! IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS AT ALL IS THE SAD PART! BILL NYEKER AND HIS STUDENTS AREN'T NICE PEOPLE THEMSELVES, BUT MY GOD, THEY DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE THEIR CAREERS TAKEN AWAY!

Garble: And who knows how much this could damage Kendrick and Dawson's chances of competing for the tag titles...and let's not forget how this could affect them MENTALLY. Their instructor, the man that has guided them to become number one contenders has been LAID OUT by SLIME! How will they react?!

Ahuizotl: If they can even recover from this onslaught, which I bet you they WILL, Snips and Snails may regret the day that they tried to take away the title shot, let alone the CAREERS of they and their teacher! Their will be HELL TO PAY, MARK MY WORDS!

-Shining Armor and SLIME stand at the top of the stage. SLIME's hands are raised by Shining, while SLIME hold up their steel chairs with their hands. The crowd sends unrelenting boos their way as we catch a final glimpse of the remains of Nyeker and Kendrick in the ring, and Dawson outside of it. Our scheduled commercial break is cut off by the sound of creepy piano keys for the second time tonight, which lifts the crowd's spirits-

*DEH!*

-The feed begins in darkness, but soon, a match is lit, which brightens the room a bit. The match is being held by the gloved hand of Amay Wythyst-

Amay: They say…-the match is moved around by Amay's hand, in which we catch glimpses of Ericka Rowan's jawline, and the arm of Amay as it travels towards her lantern. We see Amay's face briefly as the match moves to her side to reveal that Amay is holding her lantern in her other hand. She uses the match to light the lantern- that patience...is a virtue...-Amay removes the match from the dome which encases the lantern, holding the match in front of her mouth so we can see her speak, and that is the ONLY thing we see- but in MY estimation...it's a lost art. -Amay then suddenly blows out the match, no longer having any use for it. The lantern is enough light so that we can now see her entire face as she speaks again, continuing to look into the camera- People want everything…-flashbacks are shown of signs that appeared in the vignettes that helped introduce Amay and her family to the EWF crowd, while a distorted version of Amay's voice says "and now, now, NOW." Like the yellow sign that stated "Obey," a red "STOP" sign, and another yellow sign that just reads "all ti" before the rest is cut off as the face of Amay emerges back on the screen- And they want MORE, and MORE of it…-Amay leans back, throwing the match to the floor and smiling lightly, placing her index finger on her chin. She then holds up her index finger as she speaks once again- they don't REALIZE…-the camera zooms out to now show the forms of Harper and Rowan. Rowan's sheep mask can be plainly seen, but only one side of Harper's face is visible. Harper is now holding the lantern as her leader speaks- that BEYOND their precious CITY WALLS…-she whispers- there is another world. -flashbacks showing the woods in which The Wythysts roamed from the beginning, a small white, eyeless doll sitting on a table, and Ericka Rowan walking through the woods, all with creepy music are shown- And it's full of ANIMALS…-quick shots of Harper standing in the woods far away from the camera, and Rowan's sheep mask close up to the camera. The camera is now zoomed back in on only Amay- just like yours…-shots of an army of fire ants roaming on the ground, a slightly opened shed door showing a roll of barbed wire stuck on a hook, and a wide shot of the dirt-covered ground- MY world…-shots of a piano, followed by the sound of one of the keys that creates a deep sound, a cricket accompanied by the sound that crickets make, and an old attic showing nothing but junk- and in MY world…-she leans back in her chair again, smirking- when one of my animals is sick...or HURT…-the camera zooms out, showing all of The Family- we don't let 'em FUMBLE around in agony! -quick shots of a telephone pole, Amay Wythyst standing in the woods, looking off to the side with a panicked expression, and a fallen tree that is blocking the vision of an old car. A demonic-like voice is uttering an indistinguishable notion is heard while these images are shown- Hm…-Amay grins, and then begins chuckling as other shots of her in the woods, grinning on a close up and looking around at the forest curiously are shown, followed by shots of a dusty piano, a super close up on the eye of Amay, and a miniature rocking horse's face- we put 'em down. -she just sits there, grinning for a bit before she breaks out into another fit of chuckles. When she stops chuckling, without breaking the grin on her face, she reaches up and grabs her fedora, gently taking it off her head before shaking her head to get all of her hair behind her head. She then begins staring at the lantern- Hey…-the camera zooms in extra hard on Amay's face, as she peers into the bright light of the lantern, almost losing herself in it- you wanna see something...REALLY scary? -after repeating the iconic line which first introduced herself, her everlasting grin once again breaks out into a fit of chuckles. Rapid images of Amay looking down at the carcass' of 3MB, as well as the face of Amay, which bears a grin upon defeating 3MB. We are then treated to footage of Amay hitting a splash on Adagio in the corner, followed by her delivering Brother Avery to many women. The "STOP" sign we saw earlier has now been knocked to the ground. We cut back to the room, where Amay is now up out of her chair and walking around the room- Don't you worry about a THING, Avery…-Amay stands still for a moment, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping, allowing the demon inside of Amay to pop out for a split second and utter in its demonic voice, "Abigaaail…" Amay's mouth then returns to its original form as Amay looks down at the floor before grinning back at the camera, holding up her hand and opening it to reveal her palm- I'm gonna put 'em all DOWN…-Amay then looks at her hand diligently before looking back at the camera, grinning yet again- I'm gonna put 'em down…-with that, Amay walks out of the shot, grinning at the camera the entire time she walks away, which leaves just the forms of Rowan and Harper. We cannot see either of their faces, just their upper bodies. With Amay out of the shot, and the camera focusing on Harper and Rowan, we hear Amay singing as multiple images of The Wythyst Family decimating the members of 3MB are shown- Aaaaashes..aaaashes..they all...faaall..doooown…-the video concludes with the audio of the instance where Amay made Sonata cry upon taking out Adagio and Aria-

*DEH!*

-The crowd is both amazed and terrified, but they choose to cheer that video anyway because they are mostly amazed. Their cheers do not cease as the camera is now focusing on the image of a magician's hat, patterned with many stars, which is positioned in a cubby big enough to hold it, and a cape resting on a hook in another nearby cubby, which also dons the same stars-

Ahuizotl: Well...I have no earthly idea on what to say about the video we just saw, but I WILL say that it's quite obvious who those garments belong to.

-All of a sudden, the cape is plucked off of the hook by a blue hand, which is the only thing we can see of the person who grabbed it. There is a pause as the owner must be putting it on. The same blue hand, as well as another appears in the other cubby to pick up the hat, removing it from the cubby. That is the last we see of the hands and they person who owns the apparel, as we can assume they are now setting the hat onto their head-

Garble: There's not a SHADOW of doubt as to who owns them, 'Zotl! And listen to these fans! THEY'RE excited, I'M excited! That can only mean ONE thing...The Great and Powerful Trixie is on her way out HERE, for her match, NEXT! ...Trixie debuts NEXT, 'Zotl!

-The commercial break that was suppose to take place minutes ago NOW shows up-

Ahuizotl: We are once again LIVE on Monday Night Lunacy, waiting on the DEBUT entrance of perhaps the most touted signee in Lunacy HISTORY.

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen...RrrrrrrUUUUMBLE, haaaas left the buildiiiing…

Garble: Thanks for that update, Madden...seriously, what is with that?

Ahuizotl: I'm seriously surprised that he didn't leave the building on a STRETCHER after what Bulk Biceps did to him...

*Ya better believe, I've got tricks up my sleeve…* -most of the fans break out into cheers when they realize who this theme song is for-

Garble: This is the one, 'Zotl! The match EVERYONE has been anticipating since it was announced last week!

Trixie: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is being brought to you by the most generous and hospitable employers in the known world, The System! -Trixie smirks at the top of the stage as the crowd suddenly begins booing at the mention of The System- Introducing first...residing in Manhattan, New York...weighing in at a STAGGERING 137 POOOOOOUNDS...presenting to YOU, the patrons of Monday Night Lunacy for the VERY FIRST TIME! The one, the onlyyyyy...the GREAT, and POWERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLL...TTTTTTTTTTRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!

-Most of the crowd responds with positive feedback as Trixie outstretches her arms in the middle of the ramp, the beautiful and flashy array of fireworks that led her to the ring on Sublime also making their presence felt here-

Ahuizotl: In the midst of The System gaining full control over Lunacy, Twilight Sparkle stormed out, and who knows if we will ever see her again.

Garble: But that wasn't a TOTAL loss, because a similar situation was brewing over on Sublime. Trixie was most displeased with the turn her career had taken after she lost the World Fighter's Championship. She did not agree with Celestia's managerial tactics, and so she requested to be RELEASED from her contract.

Ahuizotl: This opened the door for her over on Lunacy, and though some of the members of The System seemed troubled by this development, Luna offered Trixie a full-time contract here on Monday Night Lunacy, and not just THAT, but she gave her a high profile matchup on her first night to boot!

Garble: And she was able to nab an ALL-EXPENSE PAID contract, I heard! Trixie will collide with Berry Punch, but what makes this match so massive is that Berry's spot in the Hope Springs Eternal match at High Stakes ON THE LINE. If Trixie wins, she will join the fray of that ladder match, which already consists of some BIG superstars like Beth Drollins, Amay Wythyst, Twist and MORE. Trixie could throw her name into that hat with a win tonight.

Ahuizotl: Regardless of how her Sublime career came to an end, mostly under controversy and many defeats, Trixie will have a clean slate here on Lunacy. And since she seems to be getting buddy-buddy with The System, she'll likely have a very pleasant career here, at least for the time being.

Garble: But let's not take ANYTHING away from this young woman. The first EVER World Fighter's Champion, as ruthless as they come. Her finishing move, The Ursa Lock, has widely been regarded as one of the most excruciating and difficult submissions to escape from. Trixie's goal in the EWF is to shine brighter than everybody else, and a win here in her debut would certainly cause her to BEAM, both with confidence AND in the brightness factor.

Ahuizotl: But Trixie is ALWAYS confident, as you can tell from her ostentatious entrance and her mannerisms...she could fit in incredibly well here on Lunacy.

-Trixie enters the ring, looking quite surprised about the reception she was given by the fans. She stands in the middle of the ring with a startled expression-

Trixie: My, my...and here Trixie thought you Lunacy fans would be just as DISRESPECTFUL and DISGUSTING as the bums over on Sublime. -she smirks, happy that she was wrong for once- Trixie guesses that on this show..the fans actually show the proper RESPECT to athletes of her caliber.

Crowd: TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE! TRI-XIE!

Garble: Guys...her ego. Guys, STOP.

Trixie: -she giggles- Trixie could get used to this...no chants of "nobody cares," no throwing garbage at Trixie like she is a common peon, no NAYSAYERS in the audience...no, you men and women realize that Trixie is better than you in every single way IMAGINABLE, and that she deserves MUCH better than she was given on Sublime, right? -most of the fans cheer- Well...GOOD! Trixie is glad that her and her fans are on the same page. As a reward for your undying devotion to Trixie, Trixie dedicates her debut match on Lunacy to all of YOU, my enthuuuusiastic little admirers! -she sets her personal microphone in the corner before she begins to stretch in the same corner, the crowd cheering as a response to Trixie's decree-

Garble: 'Zotl...WHAT HAVE THEY DONE?!

Ahuizotl: They've gone and made a big, BIG mistake, I feel...Trixie is going to let this newfound respect from the crowd get to her head…

-Trixie's new theme = "Tricks up My Sleeve" from Rainbow Rocks, by the way...if that wasn't obvious-

-Speaking of themes, the sound of glass breaking brings forth even MORE cheers from the crowd-

Garble: Hardly ANYONE gets a reaction like THIS woman does, though!

Madden: Aaaaand HER OPPONENT! Frooooom LONEYVIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 135 POOOOOUNDS…"MAAAARBLE COOOOOLD"..BEEEERRYYYYYYYYYY..PUUUUUUUUNCH!

Ahuizotl: -as Berry strides down the ring, bobbing her head from side-to-side- Last month ended in heartbreak for Berry Punch, as she was unsuccessful in her attempt to become the Eternal Women's Champion against Sunset Shimmer. Despite her loss, Berry gained a TON of "big match" experience, which is sure to aid her in this match tonight against Trixie.

Garble: That may be true, but you've gotta keep in mind that Trixie has been in more big matches than just about ANYBODY in the EWF. There was the Finals of the World Fighter's Championship against Rainbow Dash, her title defense against Colgate and Pinkie Pie, then the ladder match when she lost the title to Rainbow Dash, as well as many others.

Ahuizotl: Well, you have a point there, but as of recently, every big match that Trixie has been a part of...she has LOST.

Garble: You can say the SAME thing when it comes to Berry Punch. -he shrugs- I'm just saying, it's really either one of these girls' ballgame, if you ask me.

Ahuizotl: If I was a betting man, I wouldn't wager ANY money on ANY of these girls...this bout is just too close to call. However, Berry Punch is the one that has nothing to gain and EVERYTHING to lose, so in actuality, that would make this a MUST-WIN situation for ol' Marble Cold.

Garble: She can kick ass like nobody's business, and now there's a new young, hungry lion coming up on her turf in the jungle known as Lunacy. That lion's name is Trixie, and she wants Berry Punch's spot at High Stakes. If Berry wants to keep that spot, she'll have to fight, scratch and CLAW Trixie's lion ass up, and quite frankly, no one does that BETTER than Berry Punch does.

-Berry enters the ring through the middle rope, eyeing Trixie with disdain as she begins to climb up to the middle rope, throwing both middle fingers into the air, the crowd in the palm of her hand the ENTIRE time. After doing that, she removes her leather jacket and throws it to the outside. Trixie shakes her head in disgust at the way Berry treats her wardrobe. She removes her cape and magician's hat slowly, folding her cape up and neatly placing her hat on top of the cape, before handing it to a ringside crew member-

Ahuizotl: These two women couldn't be more unlike, but they both have ONE thing in common, and that's the DESIRE to be the Champion. If you're in the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match, the opportunity to be just that is literally HANGING from the ceiling…

Crowd: -with very quiet chants of- LET'S GO TRI-XIE! -followed by insanely loud chants of- BER-RY PUNCH! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-BER-RY PUNCH! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-BER-RY PUNCH! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-BER-RY PUNCH! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-BER-RY PUNCH! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-BER-RY PUNCH!

Garble: -as Trixie looks flustered by the way Berry has gotten a much bigger response than her- The crowd may be a lot more partisan to Trixie here than the fans over at Sublime, but you can't deny that the majority is pulling for Berry Punch in this match.

Ahuizotl: Yeah, and you can see by the look on Trixie's face that that fact is eating her ALIVE.

Trixie: -to the fans- FINE, BE THAT WAY! Trixie will MAKE you adore her more than ANY OTHER!

-Berry looks at Trixie with a smirk that states, "God, I can't wait to beat your ass…" the bell soon rings, giving Berry the chance to do JUST that-

Match 4: Hope Springs Eternal Qualifying Match - Berry Punch vs Trixie

-6 minutes later-

-At long last, Berry has gotten Trixie down in the corner to where she is sitting on her butt. With that, she grabs onto the top rope with both hands and begins stomping her black boot into Trixie's chest again and AGAIN, the crowd going crazy-

Garble: THERE IT IS, 'ZOTL! SHE'S STOMPING A SANDCASTLE IN THE FORMERLY UN-SANDY ASS OF TRIXIE!

Ahuizotl: Right about now, Trixie is referring to herself as the Great and Pow-OWW-erful!

Garble: -looking at his partner with a disgusted look- That was terrible…-he then jolts his head back to the ring, regaining his excited face- TRIXIE'S MONDAY NIGHT LUNACY DEBUT, MAY RESULT IN ANOTHER CRUSHING DEFEAT!

-Trixie disproves this by soon grabbing the foot of Berry-

Ahuizotl: Trixie puts an end to Berry's incessant stomping, just before her behind became damp!

-Trixie gets back up to her knees and SHOVES Berry's foot away, which causes Berry to fall onto the mat back-first. As Berry rolls through and gets to her feet, Trixie runs up behind Berry and wraps one arm around Berry's left arm, proceeding to hold the forearm of Berry in place. Trixie then uses her other arm to hold onto the wrist of Berry's left arm as she dead lifts Berry into the air, slamming her back-first into the mat with a Cobra Clutch slam!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd is wowed with Trixie's strength there- SENSATIONAL! Trixie quickly got herself out of the stomping position in the corner, arranged herself behind Berry Punch, and delivered the Cobra Clutch slam she calls the One and Only!

-Trixie goes for a cover, but gets only a 2 from the referee-

Garble: The One and Only was ONLY able to keep Berry Punch down for a 2 count! You like what I did there?

Ahuizotl: -he gives Garble the "so so" hand gesture- It was subpar…

-7 minutes later-

-All of a sudden, Trixie twirls her body around Berry before wrapping her legs around Berry's neck and using both of her arms to pull back menacingly on Berry's arm. The crowd immediately knows the danger of the situation as they pop huge-

Garble: THERE IT IS! THE URSA LOCK! THE MOVE THAT TRIXIE HAS WON THE WORLD FIGHTER'S CHAMPIONSHIP WITH! VANQUISHED MANY A FOE!

Ahuizotl: She's yanking back on Berry's left arm, while also squeezing on her neck with both legs! Women who have faced Trixie have described this move as a Master Lock-it's nearly IMPOSSIBLE to get out of!

Garble: Trixie's left Berry's right arm unoccupied, which she will have to use to tap out! WILL SHE, though?! WILL BERRY PUNCH SUBMIT TO THE URSA LOCK?!

Crowd: BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY!

-Through the power of the crowd willing her on, Berry is slowly able to remove Trixie's legs from around her neck. She is also able to rise to her feet completely and position Trixie on her shoulders while doing so. Trixie is helpless as Berry suddenly re-positions her to where it looks like Berry is going to give her a piggyback ride, except Berry has her left arm placed on the back of Trixie's head-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd is amazed- WHAT FIGHTING SPIRIT! BERRY PUNCH ESCAPED THE URSA LOCK!

Garble: VERY few have been able to do such a thing! Actually...I think Night Glider was the first, and up to this point the ONLY one to escape the Ursa Lock! INCREDIBLE!

-Berry jumps into the air with Trixie still positioned in the piggyback state. Both her and Trixie's lower backs crash into the mat upon falling, but it's obvious Trixie took the worse of the fall-

Ahuizotl: BACKPACK STUNNER! Berry Punch may come out with the win here!

-Still worn out from the effects of the Ursa Lock, Berry slowly makes the cover-

*1…..2….-Trixie kicks out, which the fans were expecting but also are upset about-

Garble: Awww! That Ursa Lock must've drained the energy of Berry Punch, because she was VERY slow to make the cover there, and that probably saved Trixie's hide!

Ahuizotl: Still, if Berry Punch finds herself sealed tight in the Ursa Lock again, you have to wonder if she'll be able to pull off the same miracle TWICE.

-4 minutes later-

-Berry kicks Trixie in the gut, which lights up the crowd as they can only hope for the best from there. Before she can fully complete the Bar Tab, Trixie shoves Berry forward as she hooks her neck, which causes Berry to crash sternum-first into the turnbuckles-

Garble: OH! All the wind just got knocked out of Berry's sail! You'll have to put that on her MEDICAL tab!

-The force sends Berry stumbling back into the clutches of Trixie, who then throws her against towards the corner. This time, Trixie's shoulder travels under the bottom turnbuckle and slams into the ringpost! The crowd goes OHHHH, feeling quite bad for Berry as they can literally hear the pain exude from her voice-

Ahuizotl: First the sternum, and then Berry's shoulder gets RAMMED into the ringpost with all of the force that you could ever IMAGINE!

Garble: I don't know if she can come back from this! She can barely BREATHE in the first place, but now she's also gotta worry about what could also be a possible bum shoulder!

-Trixie approaches Berry as she is still in pain under the top turnbuckle. Despite this, she is still able to maneuver her legs around the neck of Berry while making it a point to wrench Berry's now hurt shoulder back as far as it can go-

Garble: OWW OWW OWWWW! THE URSA LOCK! TRIXIE'S CLENCHED IT ON FOR THE SECOND TIME!

Ahuizotl: And for added damage, she's pulling on the arm that she herself sent CRASHING into the ringpost! It is both genius and dangerously SINISTER of her!

Referee: GET HER AWAY FROM THE ROPES, TRIXIE! 1! 2! 3!

-Trixie begins, while the Ursa Lock is still intact, rolling away from the corner to the point where she and Berry are now in the middle of the ring, but instead of having the move on while Berry is on her feet, Berry is now lying on her side on the mat, with Trixie still applying pressure to her neck and wrenching back on Berry's arm-

Garble: -the crowd is captivated, yet also worried about the way Trixie is controlling the match right now- UNBELIEVABLE! Trixie was able to keep the hold locked in, while at the same time remove both herself and Berry from under the turnbuckle and shift the Ursa Lock over to the middle of the ring! AMAZING! Simply AMAZING!

Ahuizotl: And take note of how Trixie has regressed her offense down to the mat as a result of the rolls, rather than keeping Berry on her feet. This UNDOUBTEDLY makes it harder for Berry to escape. If she wants to escape the hold, she'll have to CRAWL towards the ropes, and doing that will cause her to exert even MORE energy! WELL DAMN DONE, Trixie!

Crowd: BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY! BER-RY!

Garble: This crowd knows Berry might be on her last leg, but they don't care! They're still trying to will her back into the match!

-Berry hears the crowd loud and clear, and uses their motivation and whatever power she may have left to shift up her body a bit, which causes Trixie's shoulders to fall to the mat-

Garble: BERRY PUNCH! TRIXIE'S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

*1…..2….-Trixie BARELY kicks out at the last second, which deflates the crowd-

Ahuizotl: Did you hear the crowd when Trixie's shoulders hit the mat?! They became UNGLUED! They had a sudden burst all of a sudden, just like Berry Punch did.

Garble: You said it! Berry Punch isn't ready to die JUST yet!

Trixie: -as the crowd begins another chant of "BER-RY"- GIVE UUUUUUUP! YOU'RE NOT AS GOOD AS TRIXIE! NO ONE IIIIIIS!

Garble: Trixie is absolutely RELENTLESS! She adds more and more intensity to the Ursa Lock with each passing SECOND!

-And with each passing second, Berry fades more and more. Trixie is literally gritting her teeth as she applies more and more pressure, squeezing Berry's head harder and pulling harder on her arm-

Ahuizotl: A human arm should NOT be bending that way! This is almost uncomfortable to watch!

Garble: But we HAVE to watch it, because it's our job!

-After 30 more seconds, Berry's other arm goes limp-

Ahuizotl: Berry's….Berry's UNCONSCIOUS! SHE'S OUT, GARBLE!

-The referee also realizes this, as he leans in to check on Berry. Even her eyelids are closed. That's all the reasoning he needs to call for the bell, which almost all of the crowds boos at-

Garble: BERRY PUNCH NEVER GAVE UP! But she's...she's going to be FORCED to give up her spot in the ladder match!

-Trixie releases the hold, grinning from ear to ear as she puts a hand over her heart, overcome with joy. The referee hands her her customized microphone, and with bated breath, Trixie climbs to her feet-

Trixie: And here is YOUR WINNEEEEEERRR...now added to the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match, and the FUTURE Eternal Women's CHAMPIOOOOOOON...the GRRRREEEAAAAAT and POOOOWERRRRFUUUUUUUUUULLLLLL..TTTTTTTRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE! -the crowd doesn't boo, but they can't help but feel down about the outcome of that match-

Garble: Trixie wrestled an EXPERT game tonight! Berry Punch came at her hard when she SAID she would, but Trixie said she was dedicating this match to the Lunacy crowd, and after competing the way she did, I'm not sure how the fans could be anything but FASCINATED!

Ahuizotl: THIS was the Trixie that dominated Sublime for 3 months! The Trixie the became Eternal Women's Champion! And this could be the Trixie that takes over Monday Night Lunacy and wins the Eternal Women's Championship.

Garble: She most certainly has the ability to do that, and all she has to do is win the ladder match at High Stakes, a match which she has the most experience in, and she will have a guaranteed title match whenever she chooses. And knowing Trixie, it will be at the most opportune time!

Ahuizotl: But let's not disregard the HEART and the SPIRIT Berry Punch showed in this match! She does so in EVERY match, but tonight she put forth more fortitude than she likely EVER has! She NEVER tapped out to the dreaded Ursa Lock! She fought through the pain, the AGONY as long as she could, even going so far as to ESCAPE the hold the first time around!

Garble: But after her attempt at The Bar Tab was thwarted, and she met with the turnbuckles in the corner, the match was never the same for her. The second time being trapped in the Ursa Lock, turned out to be enough, as Berry Punch had nowhere to go but out...out into an unconscious state.

Trixie: -as the referee raises her hand, pointing at Berry and leaning down towards her unconscious body- What did Trixie say?! There was NO WAY you were going to beat Trixie! Lunacy belongs to Trixie and The System, and as long as Trixie is around, punks like you are going to be put in your PLACE. When you wake up from your little nap, make sure Trixie's words become a relic in your mind as you're drowning your sorrows with that nasty booze! -Trixie looks back up at the crowd, grinning like she does in Boast Busters right after she makes her entrance before she does a little curtsey, collecting her cape and hat and exiting the ring-

Ahuizotl: Classic Trixie...rubbing her success in the faces of her fallen opponent's…

Garble: Yeah, really. Uh, Trixie, what you're saying is falling on deaf ears. Berry Punch is kind of knocked out…

Ahuizotl: Tonight will go down as a victory for Trixie in the end, but in the hearts of these fans, Berry Punch fought like a WARRIOR, and that is worthy of all the praise in the world. Congratulations to Trixie, however. It seems she is here to stay.

Garble: And that is BAD NEWS to the rest of the locker room, trust me!

-We take another commercial as Trixie stands at the top of the stage, smirking as she looks out at the crowd. Suddenly, a giant puff of smoke emerges on the stage, engulfing Trixie. When the smoke clears, Trixie has vanished in true magician fashion-

-Back from commercial, we see Trixie entering the office of Luna, where all the members of The System are present, and are actually APPLAUDING Trixie with smiles on their faces-

Trixie: -pretty surprised this is the reception she's being given- Oh, dear. -she then smiles- Hello, everyone. Trixie assumes you all saw her MAGNIFICENT performance?

Shining: You bet we did! You took Berry to SCHOOL!

Luna: -she nods- It was exactly what we were hoping you'd do to that felon, and you DELIVERED, Trixie. Far greater than we EVER expected you to.

Sunset: Well, I best be heading out to the ring. MY match is about to begin. -she smirks at Trixie as she walks by her- Good job, ace. -she pats her on the shoulder on her way out the door- Welcome aboard the team. -she shuts the door behind her, leaving Trixie baffled-

Trixie: Wait...team? ...Does that mean that…

Luna: If you're under the impression that you've passed the entrance exam, than yes, you did, Trixie. From this day forward, you are a sworn member of The System.

-Trixie's face lights up with delight-

Swirlinaitis: -with a kind smile- Congratulations, Trixie. You've earned it.

Luna: You are hereby dubbed the newest member of The System. But do not think that gives you special privileges just yet. You still have much to show us other members that you are worthy of reaping the benefits we have to offer.

Swirlinaitis: Yes, indeed. You've shown us tonight that you bring much to The System in your own right. That much is undeniable. But we've yet to see if you can work together with the other members in order to help them further our cause.

Trixie: Trixie can handle ANYTHING you need her to behave towards.

Luna: -she smiles- That is good to know. I appreciate your enthusiasm when it comes to aiding us. Your first assignment, as a member of The System, is to ensure that Cadance leaves High Stakes as the holder of the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase.

Trixie: -is dumbfounded- Come...come again?

Cadance: We know that you're used to fending for yourself, and OBVIOUSLY YOU want to be the Eternal Women's Champion...but like Ms. Luna and Mr. Swirlinaitis said, you've gotta earn your stripes around here. And the first step towards doing that, is helping me eliminate all of those chumps in the ladder match so that I'M the one walking out with the title shot.

Trixie: O-okay...Trixie can...she can do that. But is it really...Best for Business if two members of The System are fighting for the same title? Aren't we supposed to be showing...unity?

Luna: That is a good point you bring up, but say...things fall through when it comes to Sunset. Naturally, she's proven herself to be an outstanding Champion, and we fully rely on her to do her part, but as always, sometimes...plans flop. If Sunset is to lose her Championship, whether it be to Scootaloo or anyone else, we can always have Cadance cash in her title shot, win the Championship, and bring it back to its rightful place in The System.

Cadance: Yeah, REALLY simple. That way, we have the element of surprise on our side, and when I retrieve the title, we gain back the power we lost. If Sunset stays Champion through the entire year, than I don't need to worry about my title shot. We'll all just allow her to do what she does best.

Swirlinaitis: Do you understand our mindset on this matter, Trixie?

Trixie: Oh, umm...yes, Trixie does. Crystal clear.

Luna: -smiling- Good! And with both you AND Cadance, two extremely skilled members of The System taking part in the same match and working cohesively, that briefcase is a CINCH to be ours.

Cadance: Or, in particular, MINE. But since I'm in The System, it's technically the entire group's achievement. -she approaches Trixie, grinning that her and the newest member are on the same page- Sorry about last week, by the way. I was just being a bit territorial.

Trixie: Oh…-she chuckles- it's alright. Trixie was infringing upon your meeting. And you figured Trixie would make a scene and perhaps demolish the foundation of The System.

Cadance: Ehhhh...nah, not really. It was mostly about you acting all high and mighty, and thinking we should've let you into the group even though it was your first night, and you hadn't done a DAMN thing to show us that you were worth our time. -her scowl turns into another smile as she puts an arm around Trixie, which causes Trixie's pupils to dilate- But that's okaaaay! The way you HANDILY handed Berry her own ass in the ring showed us it would be in our best interest to invest in you as our newest member.

Trixie: -chuckling uncomfortably, feeling anxious in Cadance's grasp- Trixie really is glad to on board with all of you. Thank you for granting her entry into your gathering.

Luna: You're quite welcome, Trixie. We KNOW that we made the right choice in recruiting you.

Trixie: Trixie won't fail in her mission to move up the social ranks of The System! At High Stakes, Trixie will personally secure the victory for Cadance.

Cadance: Good to hear, sister! We're going to make a well-oiled tandem, you and me! With that briefcase in my possession, I could be well on my way to becoming Eternal Women's Champion. And YOU will be well on your way to being in the same standing as members like me! -Cadance closes her eyes, smiling as she envisions The System having an incredible next few weeks. Trixie also bears a troubled grin, as she isn't sure what she has gotten herself into, not wanting to piggyback someone else to success-

-We cut back to the ring where Honeycomb's theme song (which is also Midnight's) is playing. Rather than be nervous about her match, unlike Trixie in her current situation, Honeycomb is hopping merrily in place-

Garble: I suppose Trixie has been welcomed into The System with open arms.

Ahuizotl: Well, after that highly impressive victory against Berry Punch, The System would have to be BONKERS to turn Trixie's invitation into the group down. With her now a member, their quest to totally take over the EWF could now become even MORE of a reality!

Garble: And that downright terrifies me, but you're right, man. Trixie in The System? As far as I'm concerned, they are now MUCH more of a threat to the security of the EWF.

Madden: The followiiing conteeest, is scheduled foooor ONE FAAAAALL! Introducing FIRST..accompaniiiied, byyyyy MIIIIIDNIIIIIIGHT STRIIIIIIKE! Froooom CRRRRYSTAAAALVIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 125 POOOOOOOUNDS...HOOOOONEEEEEYCOOOOOOMB! -the crowd cheers vividly as Honeycomb wishes she could hug EVERY audience member-

Ahuizotl: And as Sunset just mentioned, she is about to compete in a match, and her opponent is in the ring right now. The always jovial, ever-lovable Honeycomb!

Garble: -pointing an index finger at his partner with an "I got you" face- Ahaaaaa! You can't fool me, 'Zotl! I see you smiling right now!

Ahuizotl: -nodding with a grin- Well, look at Honeycomb! You can't NOT be happy when she's around.

Garble: Man, that's what I've been saying for months now! If I'm being perfectly honest, her tag team with Midnight is my FAVORITE tag team in ALL of the EWF!

Ahuizotl: FAVORITE tag team?

Garble: Favorite tag team, man, no doubt! Honeycomb is SO excited to wrestle in front of her Midnight once again. Honeycomb hasn't won a match in….wow, God KNOWS how long! Then again, she's only had a few here and there in recent months.

Ahuizotl: She's mostly kept busy supporting Midnight in all of her endeavors, the most recent being the Hope Springs Eternal match, which Midnight will be competing in in less than 2 weeks. As a way to build the ladder matches up, Midnight teamed up with both men and women participants earlier in the night, and Honeycomb was at ringside when Midnight not ONLY suffered a loss, but was laid out by The Wythyst Family.

Garble: The look on Honeycomb's face almost made me cry...hopefully she can turn everything around with a victory tonight, which she would LOVE to do in front of her pal, Midnight!

-As Honeycomb grins at Midnight, Midnight puts her thumb up in the air, also smiling-

Ahuizotl: Midnight Strike, sending good luck her partner's way-

Garble: 'ZOOOOOOOOOTL LOOOOOOOOOK! -Garble loses his mind as Honeycomb reaches through the middle rope and wraps HER thumb around Midnight's. Garble has to clutch his chest at the sight- AWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUCK! IT'S A THUUUUUMB HUUUUUG!

-The hearts of the crowd melt as Honeycomb squeezes Midnight's thumb, closing her eyes and squeeing as she grins at Midnight-

Ahuizotl: Midnight's blushing as a result of that thumb hug! So adorable….

Garble: -is literally pounding on the announce table- STOOOOOOOOOOOP THAT'S TOOOOOOO ADOOOOOORABLE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! …...AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ahuizotl: The amazing part about this, folks, is that he is NOT over exaggerating in ANY way!

Garble: PUT THOSE THUMBS AWAY, LADIES! THOSE THINGS ARE LETHAAAAAAL!

Crowd: THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE! THAT IS CUTE!

Garble: THE LUNACY FANS, WITH THE UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURRRRY! #THUMBHUG #THUMBHUGZFORDAYZ #KILLINGMEWITHCUTENESS!

Ahuizotl: I think you reached the 140 character limit…

-Garble responds by trapping his two thumbs against each other, making a constipated face as he does so-

Garble: -he begins crying as he bashes his fist against the announce table- WAAAAAAAHHHH! I'LL NEVER MAKE IT LOOK AS CUTE AS THEEEEEEEEMMMM!

*And now...it's all o-ver now…* -the EWF fans suddenly regain the ability to boo MERCILESSLY after that dynamic display of D'AWWWW-

Ahuizotl: And the fun comes to a tragic halt…

Madden: Aaaaand HER OPPONENT! Froooom CAAAANTERLOOOOOT! Weighing in at 136 POOOOOUNDS...she iiiiis, the ETERNAAAAAAAL. WOOOOOMEEEEEEN'S CHAAAAAMPIIIIOOOOOOON...SUUUUUUNSEEEEEEEEEET..SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMEEEERRRRR!

Garble: Man, what a bummer...the crowd was out here, having their hearts melt...Midnight and Honeycomb were expanding their friendship, and here comes THIS bitch-a-roonie-doonie to ruin it all! -he puts on a grump face- Not like Sunset cares about bonding or good times or any of that...MALARKEY!

Ahuizotl: All she cares about is pleasuring herself in any manner possible, which includes humiliating her opponent's in the ring. Sunset just LOVES to make whoever she's facing squirm around the ring in pain…

Garble: And she sure loves deflating the crowd...well, the crowd isn't DEFLATED, since they're pretty much booing Sunset out of the building, but I mean deflating their emotions. Everything was so happy and lovely until her music hit. And Sunset is a lovely girl herself...lovely LOOKING, at least. But her attitude is FAR from the way she looks.

Ahuizotl: Regardless, she LOOKS like a Champion, and she IS the Champion. But she sure didn't look like a Champion earlier when she kicked off the show with Scootaloo.

Garble: Oh man, that was great! Scootaloo PUNK'D Sunset! Hell, I'd go so far as to say she EMBARRASSED her! And it ain't easy to embarrass the CHAMPION.

-Sunset enters the ring with the same confident smirk as always, removing her belt from her waist and holding it proudly in the air, earning even more boos for her arrogance-

Ahuizotl: At the beginning of last month, Sunset defeated Midnight Strike. Perhaps tonight, Honeycomb can do what she could NOT do, and dethrone the Eternal Women's Champion.

Garble: Ohhhhh MAN...that would be HUGE!

-Sunset hands the referee her title and walks backwards into a corner, beginning to prepare herself for what she thinks will be a cake walk-

Crowd: LET'S GO HONEY-COMB! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO HONEY-COMB! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO HONEY-COMB! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO HONEY-COMB! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO HONEY-COMB! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: This crowd is 100 PERCENT behind Honeycomb, and it ain't JUST because they LOATHE Sunset! They LEGITIMATELY want Honeycomb to pull off the upset here!

-Sunset is seconds away from bursting out into laughter at the fans' loyalty of someone so far below her-

Match 5: Honeycomb w/ Midnight Strike vs Sunset Shimmer

-As the bell rings, Honeycomb sticks one of her thumbs up, smiling at Sunset. Sunset looks disgusted by the gesture, however-

Garble: Awww! Honeycomb is so nice she even wishes the meanest bitch good luck!

Ahuizotl: Sunset seems to think the expression is WACK, though…

Sunset: You're wishing ME luck? HA! I am the Eternal Women's CHAMPION! I don't need LUCK. -the crowd doesn't let Sunset speak anymore before they begin booing her again- YOU'RE the one who is gonna need luck after I'm done with you, cupcake!

Garble: Such a fucking BITCH, man…

-Sunset mocks Honeycomb by throwing HER a thumbs up before she piefaces her. This deflates Honeycomb's entire demeanor, as she is now frowning. The crowd completely and utterly DESTROYS Sunset with boos-

Ahuizotl: No need for that at all…

Garble: I guess Sunset feels disrespected by the idea of someone actually being NICE to her. Maybe Honeycomb will learn her lesson after that. Only be kind to those who will RETURN your kindness.

Crowd: SUN-SLUT! SUN-SLUT! SUN-SLUT! SUN-SLUT! SUN-SLUT! SUN-SLUT! SUN-SLUT!

-Honeycomb is looking down at the mat with depression as Sunset has her attention directed to the fans, addressing them for their insults. Honeycomb, all of a sudden, looks up and, with a face of determination, wraps her arms around Sunset's waist-

Garble: HOLD On! Is Honeycomb giving Sunset a HUG?!

-Sunset has NO IDEA what to do, and the quick hug comes to an abrupt end as Honeycomb swiftly drops Sunset to the mat with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex which makes the crowd EXPLODE!-

Ahuizotl: BELLY TO BELLY! SUNSET MAY NEED THAT LUCK JUST ABOUT RIGHT NOW IF SHE WANTS TO KICK OUT!

-Honeycomb makes a frantic pin, as even Midnight is STUNNED by how quickly Honeycomb got the upperhand of Sunset-

*1….2….-Sunset, to the dismay of EVERYONE, kicks out-

Garble: OHHHHH! Sunset gets a shoulder up! We all were confused when it looked as if Honeycomb had given Sunset a HUG, of all things, but then she quickly and efficiently converted the usually friendly token into a token of PAIN!

Ahuizotl: That Belly to Belly was ANYTHING but friendly! It was almost like TEAMWORK between Honeycomb and the fans! The crowd got the attention of Sunset, and Honeycomb STRUCK while the iron was hot! Sunset NEVER saw it coming!

Garble: Neither did I! Even MIDNIGHT was stunned! Honeycomb has shown in the past that she can be vicious when she needs to, but I didn't know a HUG could be so ferocious!

Ahuizotl: Honeycomb has successfully added a HUG, something she enjoys handing out to the EWF Universe, and to Midnight, into her repertoire. I didn't even know that was POSSIBLE!

-Honeycomb has her hands covering her head as she has her knees on the mat, totally glum that she was not able to win the match there-

Crowd: HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN! HUG HER A-GAIN!

Garble: Yeah! Do it again, Honeycomb! That was awesome!

Ahuizotl: If Sunset isn't careful, she may be embarrassed AGAIN, just like she was at the start of the show!

-9 minutes later-

-This match, much to the surprise of Sunset, has NOT been one-sided in her favor. It's been a seesaw-like encounter, to say the least-

Ahuizotl: Sunset is down! Will Honeycomb capitalize on ANOTHER perfect opportunity to put the Champion away?!

Crowd: HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB! HO-NEY-COMB!

Garble: This crowd would jump out of their SEATS if that happened! They've been waiting for that one person to come along and put Sunset in her place since Final Reckoning. Honeycomb could be THE ONE!

Ahuizotl: Honeycomb's climbing to the top! She's got her back turned to Sunset!

Garble: I feel a trust fall coming on, 'Zotl! And unless you're about to faint, it ain't gonna be coming from this table!

-Honeycomb falls off of the top rope, but Sunset doesn't catch her. Instead, she smartly lets her fall to the mat. Honeycomb's back thuds into the canvas loudly-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd OHHHHHs and worries about the state of Honeycomb- Honeycomb crashes and burns!

Garble: That's a damn shame! I have a feeling it's all but over...

-Sunset grins at the crowd, knowing full-well that she could be moments away from winning. She picks up Honeycomb and places Honeycomb's head between her legs before throwing up a thumbs up again, smirking. She then turns it into a thumbs down, earning nothing but boos from the crowd-

Ahuizotl: Sunset, symbolizing that this match is about to come to a close...

Sunset: -looking down at Honeycomb's head- YOUR LUCK...JUST RAN OUT! HUG THIS!

-Sunset lifts Honeycomb into the air, and the crowd's hope leaves their bodies as Honeycomb is spiked into the mat with a Package Piledriver-

Garble: The Last Sunset…as impactful as ever! -Sunset arrogantly pins Honeycomb by simply placing her palm on Honeycomb's chin and using it to tilt her head to the side- The cover…

*1….2….3!* -the crowd, rather than sulk, takes this time to boo the hell out of Sunset, who grins as she rises to her feet-

Ahuizotl: Sunset puts an end to the uplifting current of Honeycomb...

Madden: Here is YOOOOUUURRRR WINNEEEEEERRRR...theeee ETEEEERRRRNAAAAL. WOOOOMEEEEEEN'S CHAAAAAMPIIIIIIIOOOON...SUUUUUUNSEEEEEEEET..SHHHHHIIIIIIMMEEEERRRRR!

Garble: Honeycomb was GAME. She was fierce. And she gave it her absolute ALL. Which is just about the most commendable thing you can do when going up against the Champion.

Ahuizotl: You've got that right. And Midnight, all of these fans, and I, for one, will commend Honeycomb until it goes out of style! She made Sunset look like a FOOL in the early goings for taking her lightly, and this NEARLY cost Sunset as Honeycomb pulled a spectacular Belly to Belly Suplex out of her hat!

Garble: That was the most telling part of the match, to me. But the aspiration came to an end as Honeycomb allowed herself to plunge from the top rope, but rather than meeting with Sunset's body, she unfortunately tumbled into the mat, which, no matter HOW much the fans love you, the mat doesn't let up for ANYBODY. The Trust Fall is an appropriate name, in this case. Honeycomb put all of her trust into connecting her frame with Sunset's, but in this instance, her trust came back to haunt her. It's an unfortunate circumstance, but it was a TERRIFIC performance with regard to Honeyc-

-As Sunset's hand is being raised, she is knocked down to the mat with a flying kick from SCOOTALOO, who had just jumped off the top rope. The crowd proceeds to go insane-

Ahuizotl: That's SCOOTALOO! Scootaloo has hit the ring during Sunset's celebration!

Garble: She just might embarrass her AGAIN!

Crowd: -as Scootaloo mounts Sunset and begins punching her violently- SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO! SCOO-TA-LOO!

Garble: These fans want to see Sunset get her ass KICKED to the HIGHEST DEGREE!

Scootaloo: YOU WANNA RIP OFF MY ARM, SUNSET?! IT'S RIGHT HERE! -she puts her injured arm in Sunset's face before BASHING her forearm against Sunset's forehead- TEAR IT OUT OF ITS SOCKET! IT'S EASY FOR PIECES OF SHIT LIKE YOU TO TALK ALL THAT TRASH, BUT CAN YOU BACK IT UP?! I DON'T THINK YOU CAN! -The crowd is thunderous in the Asylum as Scootaloo continues to strike at Sunset's face with both fists-

Ahuizotl: SUNSET IS ATTEMPTING TO BLOCK THE STRIKES, BUT SCOOTALOO'S FISTS ARE BEING FIRED FURIOUSLY!

Garble: Scootaloo is POSSESSED! She's tapped into the SADISTIC side she alluded to a few weeks ago, which is EXACTLY what she needs to do if she wants to hang with Sunset!

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!

Ahuizotl: I'VE NEVER SEEN SCOOTALOO SO...SO RABID! SUNSET SHIMMER HAS COMPLETELY ENGULFED HER WITH RAGE! RAGE AND HATRED!

Garble: It's just like we've been saying about the rivalries between Giz and Thunderlane, plus SLIME and The Teacher's Pets! Just like those, THIS feud is about MORE than the Eternal Women's title! Sunset MADE it that way when she INSULTED Scootaloo! She told Scootaloo that she didn't DESERVE to challenge for her Championship; that Scootaloo was BENEATH her. THAT is the kind of stuff that ENRAGES an individual. Makes them react in a way you would NEVER expect! Like Scootaloo is doing right now, beating the HELL out of Sunset!

Ahuizotl: Sunset is surely BELOW Scootaloo right now! I wonder how she feels about that!

Garble: Well, right now I imagine she's in a world of PAIN thanks to Scootaloo!

-Scootaloo leaves the ring, and picks up a steel chair as well as Sunset's title-

Ahuizotl: Ohhhh man...Scootaloo's wielding a steel chair, and she's carrying the most important thing in Sunset's life!

-Scootaloo slides into the ring, carrying her tools in each hand. She lays the title a few feet away from Sunset, who can barely move a MUSCLE through the pain-

Garble: What is she constructing here?

Scootaloo: -pointing at the Championship as she stands to the side of Sunset- THERE'S YOUR TITLE, SUNSET! AREN'T YOU GONNA GRAB IT? YOU CARE ABOUT IT MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THIS PLANET, DON'T YOU? -Sunset groans as she begins to very slowly crawl on the mat. She doesn't even move an INCH before Scootaloo SMASHES the steel chair into Sunset's back, which stops all of her movement-

Ahuizotl: EHHHHH! No matter WHO is taking the brunt of the impact, I will NEVER get used to the sickening sound made by a steel chair connecting with HUMAN FLESH!

Garble: There's no reason to feel bad, 'Zotl, because the woman TAKING the impact is the most HEINOUS woman in the EWF. Hit her AGAIN, Scootaloo!

Scootaloo: WHAT'S WRONG, SUNSET? WHY AREN'T YOU MOVING?! YOU'VE SPENT THE PAST FOUR MONTHS BREAKING PEOPLE'S SPIRITS, AND THEIR BODIES DOWN, ALL SO YOU CAN GO HOME WITH THAT TITLE EVERY NIGHT. EVERY MONDAY YOU STOP AT NOTHING TO ENSURE THAT NOBODY EVEN COMES CLOSE TO TAKING YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP, YET I COULD REACH OVER RIGHT NOW AND GRAB IT AWAY FROM YOU! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, SUNSET?! BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME, TAKING THINGS THAT YOU HAVEN'T EARNED! THIS TITLE SHOULD'VE NEVER BEEN YOURS IN THE FIRST PLACE! -Scootaloo brings the chair down onto Sunset's back again as she tries to crawl towards it again- IT COULD'VE BEEN TWILIGHT'S! -chair shot- LIGHTNING DUST'S! -chair shot- FLUTTERSHY'S! -another WICKED chair shot- EVEN CADANCE'S BEFORE YOU BRAINWASHED HER! -chair shot- SOMEBODY WHO DIDN'T SLEEP THEIR WAY TO THE TOP, OR BUTTER UP THE BOSSES TO GET WHAT YOU WANTED! -chair shot, followed by another, followed by ANOTHER!- AND NOW LOOK AT YOU! YOU CAN'T EVEN MOVE AN INCH BEFORE YOU'RE BERATED WITH STEEL TO YOUR BACK! THE SAME BACK YOU'VE BEEN USING TO SLEEP YOUR WAY TO THE TOP, YOU WHORE! -chair shot- IF I KEEP HITTING YOU WITH THIS CHAIR, YOU'LL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO DO SO! I COULD KEEP ABUSING YOUR BACK, AND THERE'S NOT A THING YOU COULD DO TO STOP ME! YOU TRIED TO BREAK CADANCE'S LEG TO CAPTURE THE CRATER CHICK CHAMPIONSHIP, SO WHY CAN'T I DO THE SAME?! WE ALL, AS HUMAN BEINGS, HAVE THE ABILITY TO BE RUTHLESS, SUNSET! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN ME, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE WILLING TO BE A BITCH TO BE SUCCESSFUL, BECAUSE I CAN DO THE SAME! ANYONE IN THAT LOCKER ROOM COULD'VE CAME DOWN HERE AND DONE WHAT I'M DOING RIGHT NOW, AND INJURE YOU, AND FORCE YOU TO VACATE THE TITLE! -the audience is completely quiet so that they can hear every word Scootaloo is saying- BUT I VOLUNTEERED MYSELF, TO SHOW YOU THAT JUST LIKE YOU, I CAN BE BARBARIC! I CAN BE CRUEL! I CAN BE DOWNRIGHT NASTY! I HAD TO SHOW YOU THAT YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL, SUNSET, BECAUSE NO ONE HAS THOUGHT OF DOING IT BEFORE! YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE COLD HEARTED ENOUGH TO BREAK MY ARM?! …..WELL I COULD BREAK YOUR ARM, TOO! I COULD BREAK IT RIGHT NOW!

Crowd: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

Scootaloo: -she's grinning maliciously- YA KNOW WHAT? …..I THINK I WILL! -the crowd explodes with cheers as, without saying another word, Scootaloo puts Sunset's arm through the steel chair, and begins climbing to the top rope-

Ahuizotl: IS SHE REALLY GOING THROUGH WITH THIS?! IS SCOOTALOO REALLY ABOUT TO BUTCHER THE ARM OF SUNSET SHIMMER?!

Garble: I THINK SHE IS! I THINK SHE'S GOING TO DO IT! Honestly, as much as I'd love to see it happen, I don't think it's the right thing to do!

Ahuizotl: Well of COURSE it isn't! Scootaloo can win the title under her OWN merit! She doesn't have to STOOP to Sunset's abyssal levels of lowness!

-Scootaloo is standing on the top rope, looking down at Sunset with malicious intent in mind-

Garble: DON'T DO IT, SCOOTALOO! IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY!

Crowd: JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

Ahuizotl: NO! NOOOO! THERE'S A BETTER WAY!

-Scootaloo looks out at the crowd, nodding her head, stating she's about to give them what they want. But before she can do so, Silver Spoon jumps onto the apron on the left side of Scootaloo, and shoves her off the top rope as she is looking at the fans on her right side-

Garble: THERE'S SILVER SPOON! I've NEVER been more happy to see her!

-Fortunately, Scootaloo lands on the mat AWAY from Sunset. Turf is soon shown to be entering the ring, as the crowd boos unwaveringly-

Ahuizotl: And there's Turf! This is no shock at all, because The Mean Girls are facing Scootaloo in tonight's main event!

Garble: And they're not going to allow Scootaloo to have all the fun! They want to punish her THEMSELVES!

Crowd: DIA-MOND! DIA-MOND! DIA-MOND! DIA-MOND! DIA-MOND! DIA-MOND!

-Turf untangles the chair from Sunset's arm, and looks prepared to use it against Scootaloo. She is then interrupted by the sudden pop of the crowd. Turf looks to the stage to see Diamond sprinting down it-

Ahuizotl: AND HERE COMES DIAMOND TIARA! The Crater Chick Champion, barrelling down towards the ring to save her friend!

-Diamond slides into the ring and is immediately swung at by Turf. Diamond ducks under the chair shot and performs a Diamond Cutter on Turf when she turns around, which causes the fans to RISE in cheers-

Garble: DIAMOND CUTTER! THE BOSS JUST GOT DISCHARGED!

-Silver Spoon locks eyes with Diamond and then notices the chair on the floor. She approaches it, but steps back when Scootaloo, who is still on the ground, grabs it with both hands-

Ahuizotl: Scootaloo got to the chair first!

-Silver Spoon looks unsure of this situation as Scootaloo gets to her feet. Scootaloo throws the chair at Silver Spoon, who catches it, but soon regrets doing so as Scootaloo knocks the chair back into her face with a Spinning heel kick! This sends Silver Spoon falling to the mat in a hurry-

Garble: -as the crowd OHHHHs loudly before breaking out into more cheers- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Scootaloo played catch with Silver Spoon and then KICKED the chair back into her mush!

Ahuizotl: That's just a bit of the amazing agility of Scootaloo, to be able to toss that chair Silver Spoon's way and take her out of the equation before she could even REACT!

-The crowd continues to cheer as Diamond and Scootaloo stand side-by-side in the ring, while Silver Spoon and Turf try to collect their bearings on the outside. Scootaloo scooches Sunset out through the bottom rope, and drops her title over the top rope and onto her immobile body-

Garble: It's a good thing these four are all out here right now, because our main event is going to begin NEXT! The Mean Girls vs Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo!

Ahuizotl: Stay with us, folks! We'll be right back!

-A commercial break follows, as the fans are hyped for the main event-

Garble: We are BACK, just in time to begin our MAIN EVENT! This match has been in the making for just about two months!

Main Event: The Mean Girls vs Diamond Tiara & Scootaloo

-7 minutes later-

-Scootaloo is on the apron directly in front of the stage, with both Silver Spoon and Turf on the outside. Diamond hits Silver with a baseball slide, which knocks her back further towards the end of the stage. Turf tries to swipe Scootaloo off the apron, which Scootaloo avoids by jumping over Turf's hands. Scootaloo then plants her left foot into the chest of Turf, pushing her back. As Silver Spoon gets to her feet, Scootaloo jumps onto the top rope and springboards BACKWARDS. As she falls, her upper body knocks down Turf, and her lower body takes out Silver Spoon!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd cheers up a storm- THAT HEIGHT! THE HEIGHT OF SCOOTALOO! ABSOLUTELY DEATH DEFYING!

Garble: WHAT COULD WE EVEN BEGIN TO CALL THAT?! A SPRINGBOARD INVERTED PLANCHA, WIPING OUT BOTH OF THE MEAN GIRLS!

-Scootaloo springs to her feet, taking in the unanimous chants of "SCOO-TA-LOO" before picking up Turf and throwing her into the ring-

Ahuizotl: Remember that Diamond and Turf ARE the legal participants!

-Diamond goes for a cover-

Garble: She could put away Turf right here!

*1….2..-Turf kicks out-

Ahuizotl: An early kick out, by the woman who calls herself "The Boss"!

Garble: Turf has so much HATRED, so much DISDAIN for Diamond and Scootaloo, that she just COULDN'T allow herself to be beaten right there.

-8 minutes later-

-Turf is sitting on the top turnbuckle in prone position. Scootaloo jumps up on the top rope to join her, and jumps in the air upon doing so. Scootaloo wraps her legs around Turf's head before beginning to drop out of the air, attempting a Frankensteiner. Turf has both hands on the top rope, though, so she avoids disaster. It looks as if Scootaloo is going to fall flat on her neck, but she, too latches onto the top rope, with her hands being right next to Turf's on each side of the rope-

Ahuizotl: OH! LOOK AT SCOOTALOO! SHE'S IN A PRECARIOUS POSITION HERE!

Garble: AND THIS CROWD KNOWS IT! YOU CAN HEAR THE NERVOUSNESS IN THEIR VOICES OVER SCOOTALOO'S ARRANGEMENT!

Ahuizotl: That Frankensteiner may have cost Scootaloo this match had she not desperately latched onto the top rope! The same can be said for Turf, but at least TURF isn't in any danger here! HOW IS SCOOTALOO GOING TO COME OUT OF THIS UNSCATHED?!

-Scootaloo's head is barely below the top turnbuckle, and her stomach is stuck straight into the air. Turf turns herself around on the middle turnbuckle-

Garble: Oh God...I think I may have an idea on what she has in mind for Scootaloo! I'll let TURF share that with you, though!

-Turf places her hands back on the top rope and uses the rope to launch herself into the air, a few feet above the top turnbuckle. As she drops, both of Turf's knees SMASH into Scootaloo's ribs, and forces her to lose her grip on the top rope and fall to the mat neck-first!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd OHHHHHHHs loudly before applauding heavily at the spot- THE BOSS, WITH THE PINK SLIP! DIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP!

Garble: Turf just ANNIHILATED Scootaloo! I'm a fan of Scoots, but it NEVER gets old watching Turf hit The Pink Slip!

-Turf naturally makes a cover-

Ahuizotl: And she could win with it right now!

*1….2….-Scootaloo kicks out at the last second-

Garble: No! Scootaloo stays in it just BARELY!

Turf: -in a shrill voice- COME ON! YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Ahuizotl: Ow...Turf can be such a BRAT when she doesn't get what she wants.

Crowd: IN-SIDE VOI-CES! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* IN-SIDE VOI-CES! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*IN-SIDE VOI-CES! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*IN-SIDE VOI-CES! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: Once again, the Lunacy fans speak the truth.

-Turf ignores the fans, grabbing both of Scootaloo's hands with her adjacent ones and pulling back to where Scootaloo's own arms are being pressed against her neck. For added measure, Turf drives her knees into the back of Scootaloo, doubling the pressure-

Ahuizotl: A Straight-jacket Stretch! Adding pressure to Scootaloo's arms by pulling them back to her neck, and wearing down her back by placing the knees against the back of Scootaloo!

Garble: We saw The Ursa Lock earlier tonight, but with as vicious as Turf applies it, this move is up there with the most painful submission holds we have.

-4 minutes later-

-After her arm had been worked over for around 4 minutes straight, Scootaloo was able to make the blind tag to Diamond Tiara-

-Even though she isn't legal in the match anymore, she still finds a way to be useful as she runs on the apron towards Silver Spoon, who is standing on the outside. Scootaloo jumps off the apron, front-flipping herself and knocking her back into Silver Spoon, which brings her down to the ground-

Ahuizotl: And Scootaloo, taking out the trash with a PERFECTLY-placed Senton off the ring apron!

Now Diamond finds herself rising up off the mat, with Turf stalking behind her. When Diamond gets to her feet, Turf jumps onto her back, and tries to drive Diamond's back down into her knees with a Backstabber, but Diamond strengthens her stance and this leaves Turf hanging on Diamond like a spidermonkey-

Garble: That Backstabber sets up the Sod Off Necktie! It's a damn good thing that Diamond was able to deter it!

Ahuizotl: But what is she going to do? With Turf on her back, one mis-movement and Diamond's back is going to come CRASHING down into the brunt of Turf's knees!

-Diamond moves herself over to the ropes, grabbing onto the top rope with both hands-

Garble: That's as good a move as any! Now she's safe!

-Despite this, Turf tries desperately to force Diamond off of the ropes, but to no avail. In a last-ditch effort to rid herself of Turf's presence, Diamond squats down while still holding onto the top rope. Diamond then suddenly jolts her body upward, the force of which propels Turf off of Diamond's back and INTO THE AIR!-

Ahuizotl: DIAMOND TIARA SENDS TURF FLYING!

-Turf makes it to at least 7 feet in the air before plummeting right into a…-

Garble: DIA. MOND. CUTTEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR! -the crowd loses their everloving MINDS at that-

Ahuizotl: EXPLOSIVE! UP TURF WENT, AND DOWN SHE FELL INTO THE CLUTCHES OF HER ARCH-ENEMY!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: YOU BET YOUR ASS IT WAS! DIAMOND TIARA STEALS THE SHOW ONCE AGAIN!

-Scootaloo re-emerges on the apron of her team's corner. Diamond walks over and tags her buddy in-

Garble: And here comes Scootaloo to PRESUMABLY end this once and for all!

-Scootaloo jumps over the top rope, landing on her feet in the ring. She rushes over to Turf and locks her into the Bow and Arrow-

Ahuizotl: BOW AND ARROW! BOW AND ARROW! THIS IS THE MOVE SCOOTALOO USED TO BECOME QUEEN OF THE SCENE!

-After 10 seconds, Turf bangs her hand onto the mat repeatedly. The crowd rises to their feet with cheers as the bell is rung. Scootaloo lets Turf fall off of her knees and land on the mat face-first-

Garble: THE MEAN GIRLS, HAVE. BEEN. SILENCED!

Madden: Here is YOOOURRRR WINNEEEEEEERRRR..THE CRAAAATER. CHIIIIIIICK CHAMPIIIIIOOOON, DIAAAAAMOOOOOOND TIIIIIIIAAAARAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAND SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: If there was ONE body part that initiated the most pain in this match, it would be the KNEE. The knees of Turf, which she drove into the ribs of Scootaloo, as well as her back just seconds later. The knees Turf TRIED to finish Diamond Tiara off with, but wound up soaring up into the air, and landing in the possession of the woman whom she stabbed in the back, Diamond Tiara!

Garble: And the knees that Turf utilize to end her opponent's hope were used AGAINST her, as Scootaloo locked in the Bow and Arrow and capped off another bout with a submission victory! But let's not undermine the impact-both literally AND figuratively that the Diamond Cutter played at the end of this match! What an absolute thing of BEAUTY that was!

Ahuizotl: -as Diamond and Scootaloo's hands are raised, each with HUGE grins on their faces after gaining an upperhand over their rivals- Just like last week against Lightning Dust, Diamond Tiara put an INCREDIBLE finishing touch on this match that we here at the EWF, will be talking about for a long, LONG ti-

-As Scootaloo's hand is being raised, she is knocked down to the mat with a forearm from…-

Garble: Sunset Shimmer, OF COURSE! She could NEVER let someone get away with outshining her!

-The crowd boos unmercifully at Sunset as she begins pounding on Scootaloo's head. Diamond is about to pounce on Sunset before SHE is clobbered in the side of the head with her title belt-

Ahuizotl: And now SILVER SPOON, crashing the celebratory party of Diamond Tiara and Scootaloo!

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*

-Silver Spoon shoves the unmoving Diamond out of the ring via the middle rope, while Sunset is teeing off on Scootaloo's head, the boos in the Asylum reaching HAZARDOUS levels-

Garble: SUNSET, SHOWING SCOOTALOO WHO THE REAL BADDEST BITCH IN THE EWF IS!

Ahuizotl: There was never any doubt that it was Sunset! I hate to say it, but Scootaloo was asking for this after the way she PROVOKED Sunset!

-Silver Spoon brings Turf to her feet, after which they both begin brutalizing Diamond-

Garble: And now BOTH of The Mean Girls, taking their frustrations out on Diamond after losing!

Sunset: -with a handful of Scootaloo's hair, shouting into her face- YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET NOT BREAKING MY ARM! YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T BREAK BOTH OF YOURS RIGHT NOW! YOU'LL NEVER BE AS BIG OF A BITCH AS ME! I'M THE REAL FUCKING DEAL! YOU'RE JUST A CHEAP KNOCKOFF, IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE! A KNOCKOFF OF A QUEEN! A KNOCKOFF OF A CHAMPION! AND A KNOCKOFF OF ME!

Ahuizotl: I'm not sure ANYBODY would want to be a KNOCKOFF of Sunset Shimmer…

Garble: Yeah, what a frigid insult…

-The crowd at last as something to cheer about as they spot Lightning Dust running down the ramp, Fluttershy just a bit behind her-

Ahuizotl: Hey! LIGHTNING DUST!

Garble: And FLUTTERSHY! The Chick Combo Calvary has ARRIVED!

-As Lightning is right by the ring, about to enter, she looks over to her right side to catch a glimpse of Rosely Reigns before she is absolutely RAN OVER with a Spear!-

Ahuizotl: ROSELY REIGNS! A MASSIVE, A WICKED SPEAAAAAR!

-Reigns gets to her feet and is IMMEDIATELY struck down by a flying knee from Fluttershy, who used her momentum while running down the ramp to dispose of Reigns-

Garble: -as the crowd envelopes the arena in cheers yet again- AND FLUTTERSHYYYYYYY! SHE TAKES DOWN THE BIG GUNS!

-Fluttershy gets to HER feet, an angry glare spread across her face. What she doesn't see is Beth Drollins walking across the barricade on her left side, and by the time she does, she is struck with a flying knee that knocks her to the floor!-

Ahuizotl: BETH DROLLINS WITH A KNEE OF HER OWN! THIS IS PANDEMONIUM!

Garble: When one member of The Sword shows up, you just KNOW that they're ALL in the same vicinity!

-Just then, Diane Ditzbrose climbs onto the barricade directly behind Garble and Ahuizotl. She steps onto the announce table before dropping to the floor below-

Ahuizotl: HEY! There's Ditzbrose now, taking the most improper route as expected…

Garble: It's SIX on FOUR now! The Sword, targeting the Chick Combo Champions! Sunset in the ring, beating down on Scootaloo, and Diamond Tiara being double-teamed by The Mean Girls!

Ahuizotl: Anyone else who comes down here will be walking RIGHT into the line of fire!

-On the outside, Turf has Diamond trapped in the Straight-jacket Stretch hold that she has Scootaloo in earlier. Diamond is writhing in agony as Silver Spoon is on her knees, shoving her own Championship in her face-

Silver Spoon: GET USED TO THIS SIGHT, DIAMOND! ME WITH THE CRATER CHICK CHAMPIONSHIP! AND GET USED TO THIS FEELING...YOU, BEING BESTED BY THE BADDEST BITCHES IN THE EWF! -She gives Diamond a nice stiff SLAP across the face-

Ahuizotl: What blatant DISRESPECT...and you girls didn't BEST her! You both LOST tonight!

Garble: And I have a feeling that Sunset would take issue with The Mean Girls calling THEMSELVES the baddest bitches, but she's a little bit preoccupied with her own issues right now…

-Feeling she's taught her enough of a lesson, Sunset picks Scootaloo up to her feet before placing her head between her legs-

Ahuizotl: Uh oh...this is the same move that Sunset defeated Honeycomb with earlier tonight…

-With not a prayer in the world to be answered, Scootaloo is dropped RIGHT on her head with all of her fans unrelentlessly booing the actions of all of the heels-

Garble: Scootaloo, has witnessed her LAST Sunset, here on Monday Night Lunacy! I think that might be the LAST time she tries to out-perform Sunset Shimmer…

Ahuizotl: She may be lying in the middle of the ring, but Scootaloo showed us all tonight that she can lay SUNSET out in the middle of the ring, too!

Garble: You're right. But in her current state, Scootaloo will be the one lying until someone scrapes her off of the mat…

-Outside the ring, Turf has Diamond turned around to where she is facing the barricade. Turf lets go of Diamond as Silver Spoon runs to her rival, bringing her feet down into the back of Diamond and sending her head CLATTERING into the barricade!-

Ahuizotl: OH HELL! THE SILVER SURFER! SILVER SPOON, METHODICALLY! SYSTEMATICALLY CRUSHING THE SKULL OF DIAMOND TIARA!

Garble: These girls used to be BEST FRIENDS, and now it's all come to THIS! THAT SICK THUD OF DIAMOND'S HEAD AGAINST THE BARRICADE, THERE'S NO OTHER SOUND LIKE IT!

-Diamond's head is now permanently laying against the barricade as Turf and Silver Spoon bump their rumps together, the crowd eternally booing their actions. Speaking of moves that can crush a skull, The Sword have moved the steel steps away from the ringpost, and now have Fluttershy on her knees, with her head placed on the top (smaller) portion of the steps-

Ahuizotl: THAT'S ENOUGH, ALL OF YOU! WE GET THE PICTURE!

Garble: HE'S RIGHT! YOU CAN SETTLE THIS AT HIGH STAKES, SWORD! YOU'VE LEFT THE CHICK COMBO CHAMPIONS LAYING MULTIPLE TIMES! THEY KNOW HOW DANGEROUS YOU ARE!

-Drollins isn't listening one iota. She steps up onto the top (larger) portion of the steps, looking down at Fluttershy with a menacing smirk-

Garble: 'Zotl...you don't think she's going to…?

Ahuizotl: -sighing sadly- Unfortunately...I do…

-Drollins jumps off the larger steps, and plants her foot into the back of the head of Fluttershy, SMASHING the front of her head into the steps!-

Garble: DAMN YOU TO HELL, SWORD! FLUTTERSHY SHOULDN'T HAVE FELL VICTIM TO THAT SHIT! SHE'S TOO PURE!

Ahuizotl: This crowd...it sounds like they're about to cause a RIOT...our desk is nearly rumbling at their outrage...AND I CAN'T BLAME THEM! THIS HAS GONE TOO DAMN FAR! WHAT INJUSTICE HAS FLUTTERSHY EVEN BROUGHT UPON THE EWF?! THERE'S NO EXCUSE FOR WHAT THEY ARE DOING!

-Ditzbrose slaps the chest of Drollins in a congratulatory way as she steps off of the steps. Ditzbrose then points at Lightning, who has been lying on the floor, unattended to-

Garble: And now they've set their sights on Lightning Dust...The Chick Combo Champions have been through a lot together, but when they ran down from the back, with the mindset of aiding Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara, I don't think they ever envisioned THIS being their fate tonight…

Ahuizotl: AND IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THEIR FATE! THE SWORD DOESN'T NEED TO SEND ANY MORE MESSAGES! WE ALL KNOW WHAT THEY CAN ACCOMPLISH AS A UNIT! YOU WANT TO SEND A MESSAGE? WIN THE TITLES AT HIGH STAKES! DON'T MAKE THE CHAMPIONS AFTER THOUGHTS BEFORE THEY'RE EVEN ALLOWED TO DEFEND THEIR TITLES!

-Reigns puts her hands on Fluttershy's shoulder and SLIDES her off of the smaller steps. Reigns then picks up the smaller steps SINGLEHANDEDLY before tossing them aside-

Garble: My God...Rosely Reigns, perhaps the most powerful woman in the EWF...with all of that power, The Sword may very well be UNBEATABLE!

Reigns: -pointing at Lightning- LET'S CRUSH HER TO DUST! -Upon that statement, Drollins and Ditzbrose bring Lightning to her feet. Lightning's eyes aren't even opened as she is lifted into the air and placed on Reigns' shoulders-

Ahuizotl: PUT HER DOWN!

-Ditzbrose and Drollins move the larger steps in front of Reigns, and then move over to her side to aid their Sister in Arms-

Garble: I think they plan to, 'Zotl...and not in any necessary way…

-Lightning's fate is sealed, as she is Triple Powerbomed right on top of the steps! Her back creates a loud thud as it is slammed against the steps-

Ahuizotl: A TRIPLE POWERBOOOOOMB! LIGHTNING DUST, BY GOD HAS TO BE BROKEN, SMACK DAB IN HALF!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWE-SOME, BUT SO CRUEL! THAT WAS AWE-SOME, BUT SO CRUEL! THAT WAS AWE-SOME, BUT SO CRUEL! THAT WAS AWE-SOME, BUT SO CRUEL! THAT WAS AWE-SOME, BUT SO CRUEL! THAT WAS AWE-SOME, BUT SO CRUEL!

Garble: I don't...I don't know how these fans could THINK like that! If we aren't paying attention to the PAIN Lightning Dust must be suffering, SURE, it's a cool visual, but the only thing running through my mind is WHAT THE HELL WAS THE POINT OF THIS?! LIGHTNING DUST DIDN'T NEED TO BE POWERBOMBED ON THOSE STEPS! FLUTTERSHY DIDN'T NEED TO BE CURB STOMPED! I UNDERSTAND THE MEAN GIRLS AND SUNSET'S REASONINGS, BUT LIGHTNING AND FLUTTERSHY WERE ONLY TRYING TO HELPED! THEY DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS, YET THEY WERE BLINDSIDED BEFORE THEY COULD EVEN GET TO THE RING!

Ahuizotl: In The Sword's eyes, it doesn't HAVE to make sense. They are after ONE thing, and that is their Chick Combo Championships. If you ask them, wherever the Champions are, they have to be, too, so they can prevent them from getting any kind of recognition...I admit that it is ridiculous, but when you're a Champion, you have a target on your back, and The Sword are just about the most skilled archers in the EWF. They hit a BULLS-EYE almost EVERY time.

-Lightning Dust's arms and legs are dangling off the opposite sides of the steps, as her body lays motionless on top of them. In the ring, Sunset raises her Championship over the body of Scootaloo with a cold glare on her face. Silver Spoon stands in front of the body of Diamond Tiara, raising her own title in the air with Turf by her side, her arms crossed and looking down at Diamond with a triumphant smirk. Finally, near the stage, the members of The Sword have no titles to hold up...yet, but they simply settle for placing their fists together, with Ditzbrose in the middle, Drollins on the left, and Reigns on the right. To their right side is the body of Fluttershy, and in front of them is the body of Lightning Dust. All 6 women standing tall are showered with nothing but boos and hatred for the way they have so heartlessly destroyed their heroes-

Ahuizotl: The Queen of the Scene, Scootaloo...The Crater Chick Champion, Diamond Tiara...and though they weren't expecting it at all...The Chick Combo Champions, Lightning Dust and Fluttershy...have all been EFFORTLESSLY...and VINDICTIVELY OBLITERATED...by their opponents at High Stakes…

Garble: If this is the way things are going to turn out at High Stakes, the Championship picture of Lunacy is going to be chock-full of CALLOUS...DREADFUL women...I, for one, HOPE this doesn't turn out to be the case…

Ahuizotl: These fans, as well as I are right there with you, partner...The Sword...Sunset Shimmer...Silver Spoon...The Sinister S's, may be on the verge...of taking OVER.

-We are given one final shot of The Sword, Silver Spoon and Sunset towering over their respective game, with the crowd voicing their outrage in the background. After that, we are sent to the interview area for one final time-

Silver: Hello once again, everyone. Before this episode of Lunacy comes to an end, I have been assigned to conduct an interview with a certain someone. With that in mind, please welcome at this time...Bulk Biceps. And, his advocate, Suri Poloman.

-Both Suri in Bulk appear in the shot. Bulk still has the eyes of a mercenary, while Suri looks displeased about something-

Suri: Thank you for having us, Mr. Shill. Before you initiate your questioning, I would like to inform you that your pronunciation of my client's title is inaccurate. Therefore, I will now redress your statement for you. -she clears her throat- You are in the presence of MY CLIENT...BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLK..BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCEPPPPPPPS! -she then readjusts the collar on her business suit-

Silver: -he nods- My apologies, Suri. Thank you for that correction.

Suri: It's quite alright, Mr. Shill. EVERYONE makes that mistake.

Silver: Well, Bulk. You were victorious in your match earlier toni-

Suri: -putting her hands up in front of her face- Let me stop you right there, Mr. Shill. Any and all questions you may have should be directed towards ME. I speak for my client, because it's quite clear that Bulk Biceps' ACTIONS speak emphatically enough for himself.

Silver: Okay. I understand. Your client was victorious in his match to start off the night, but afterwards, he sent multiple BOLD statements to at least three of his opponents at High Stakes.

Suri: Why, yes he did. Not only was he victorious, but he was CONQUERING. He EVISCERATED Neon Lights with an F-5, and garnered the victory for his "team"-and let's face it...whose bright idea was it to put Bulk Biceps in a TEAM? We all know that Bulk Biceps could've defeated all of those men and women BY. HIM. SELF. But I digress...after the match was decided, Rumble tried to get the JUMP on Bulk Biceps, which is a meaningless strategy, at that. And "Prince Pretty" suffered the SAME fate, a thunderous F-5 by the man whom Rumble SHIELDED from the EWF fans for MONTHS. I guess all that bag-carrying prepared Bulk Biceps for lifting up Rumble's 200 pound frame with EASE. In hindsight, Rumble should've treated my client better, and perhaps he would've spared him from his DESTRUCTION tonight. Probably not, but PERHAPS. And then there's the bold, but dim-witted SCREWBALL known as Flash Sentry. My theory, by the way, on why he is so delirious, is because he's been dropped on his head his entire life, just like my client enacted tonight. You would think, after being Suplexed on the edge of the barricade and tosses onto a few rows of steel chairs, that Bulk Biceps would be the LAST man you would want to confront. But yet, THERE is Flash Sentry, pounding his fists against my client's head. It was insane, but it also told me A LOT about that man. Even though Flash was being DEMOLISHED by my client, he hadn't gotten his FILL yet. He wanted MORE of Bulk Biceps! And that's EXACTLY what he got. FIVE suplexes from The Beast, the last of which further damaged Rumble. Flash Sentry likes to fight: Well Bulk Biceps likes to HURT people, and any time Flash wants to pick a fight with my client, Bulk Biceps will be certain to FINISH that fight. With him standing over his prone body, of course.

Silver: It was certainly a dominant showing by your client.

Suri: Which has become the NORM as of late. -she smirks- Neon Lights...Rumble...Flash Sentry. They were just THREE of the casualties that will be catalogued after High Stakes. Bill Nyeker...Klaus...Fancy Pants...Shining Armor. These four men have yet to endure the pure CARNAGE that Bulk Biceps is capable of! And they might as early as NEXT Monday…

Silver: Next Monday? But High Stakes is next SUNDAY.

Suri: I'm aware of that, but I've been informed first-hand by the General Manager herself, Ms. Luna that next week, two segments will be dedicated to letting all of the competitors in each ladder match, both the men AND the women, stake their claim to their respective briefcases. Ms. Luna will moderate the Hope Springs Eternal segment, and Mr. Swirlinaitis will look after the Carnival of Carnage segment. Now, Mr. Shill. With that in mind, could you venture a guess as to what you think will happen in the segment involving my client and I?

Silver: Well...all of the competitors are going to speak, likely get into arguments, and then the whole segment will break down into madness.

Suri: Hmm...a worthy hunch, Mr. Shill. That is quite a hefty possibility. What I can GUARANTEE will happen is that any time those men try to build themselves up, I will shut them down, and proceed to notify them of just how irrelevant their bone of contention is. And I can most definitely assure you that if any of those men want this forum to descend into chaos, and if they want to engage with Bulk Biceps, he will give them a taste of the BRUTALITY which rests within the realm...of The BEAST. Any other questions you have, Mr. Shill, we'll be reciprocated by High Stakes. -with that, Suri walks off, her hands resting against her lap, with her client leading the way-

Silver: Thank you very much, Suri, and Bulk for your time. -he looks at the camera- Speaking of time, we're out of time here. Thank you for tuning in, everyone, and see you next week, on the last lap towards High Stakes!

Match Results:

Bulk Biceps, Rumble, Amay Wythyst & Rarity defeated Neon Lights, Flash Sentry, Twist & Midnight Strike by Pinfall (14:42)
Thunderlane defeated Overdrive by Pinfall (14:23)
SLIME & Shining Armor defeated The Substitutes of Salvation by Pinfall (17:17)
Trixie defeated Berry Punch by Submission (18:32)
Sunset Shimmer defeated Honeycomb by Pinfall (10:37)
Diamond Tiara & Scootaloo defeated The Mean Girls by Submission (20:25)

Matches for High Stakes (FINALIZED):

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 Trixie 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
Rack Attack vs SLIME & The Teacher's Pets for the Combo of Carnage Championships