-Rather than being greeted by our usual Lunacy intro, the show begins in the parking lot, where a truck with a skull on the hood of it pulls in and is parked. The door is opened, and out walks Berry Punch to a rousing reception. She is wearing a cap with a skull on the front, a "Berry 3:16" shirt and her jean shorts. She removes her bags from the trunk before she begins walking towards the arena, a grimace on her face as usual. She suddenly must leap out of the way as a limousine pulls in, almost running her over-

Berry: -getting up off of the concrete and rushing towards the vehicle- SOMEBODY'S GOTTA DEATH WISH! -she forcefully opens the front door and grabs ahold of the limousine driver's suit. He is holding his hands up desperately, a terrified look on his face- AM I GONNA HAVE TO WHOOP YOUR ASS, AND TOTAL THIS DAMN THING?!

-Before the driver can plead his case, a door is opened on the lower half of the vehicle. Snips, Snails, Cadance, Shining Armor, Trixie and Sunset, who is proudly displaying her Championship on her shoulder emerge-

Trixie: -letting out a relaxed "ahhhh"...- Trixie could get used to this…

Shining: Heh. It's pretty sick, isn't it? Just one of the many perks of being a part of The System.

Cadance: It needs some better bubbly (champagne) in it next time, though...that stuff tasted like TOILET WATER. Ech! -she looks over at the driver- Get on that, would ya?

Driver: Y-yes, ma'am!

Sunset: Snips, Snails. -the two stand at attention- This is the moment you've been waiting for since day one...you're no longer on bag-carrying duties.

Snails: Huh huh-allllllRIGHT!

Snips: Oh, FINALLY! Thank you, Sunset!

Sunset: -she smirks, nodding- You deserve the break. Now we're trusting YOU with our bags, Trixie.

Trixie: W-WHAT?! Trixie?!

Sunset: Like the others told you last week, you've got to prove your worth. It's not that we think you're below us in any way. It's just that SOMEBODY has to carry the load.

Trixie: Why can't we all carry our OWN bags?!

Cadance: Hey! -she glares at Trixie- You're not in any position to protest. It's only for the time being, so stop whining.

-Trixie is about to say more, but she realizes it's a lost cause. Her entire body droops as she slowly and dejectedly sulks over to the trunk of the limousine, and begins to remove everyone's bags from it-

-Above where the others were sitting is another pair of seats. The left window is rolled down, and out pops the head of Luna-

Luna: Well hello to you, Berry! How is your Monday going?

Berry: Well, it was going pretty damn well until Einstein here nearly ran my ass over.

Luna: Oh, dear! I apologize for that...sometimes, Frederick doesn't pay attention to what's in front of him.

Berry: He's about to be paying attention to my fist being jammed down his throat!

Luna: Berry, please. Frederick may make some mistakes, but he's only human, right? Don't hold it against him. He's my favorite chauffeur; I value him HIGHLY.

-Berry thinks about it for a minute, before shoving Frederick back into his seat-

Berry: I'll let it slide, mostly because I get the feeling that YOU were the one that put him up to the damn stunt.

Luna: -looking shocked- Me? Why, Berry, I would NEVER do such a thing! You are an important part of the Lunacy brand, and your health is of the UTMOST importance to me, so I would NEVER put that in jeopardy!

Berry: -not buying it- Uh huh...you're the Mother Teresa of the EWF…

Luna: -smiling- Why, thank you! You know, because I'm in a..GIVING mood tonight, and as a peace offering to make up for what you just went through, I'm going to allow you to RE-enter the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match.

Berry: Well isn't that just LOVELY of you…

Cadance: What's with the mocking tone? It's an INCREDIBLY nice gesture, so show some appreciation! She's giving you a second chance because you LOST last week, just like you lose EVERY big match you're in!

-Berry looks about to jump Cadance-

Luna: -giving Cadance a stern look- Cadance…please. I can handle this. You and the rest just go into the arena. Cadance huffs as she turns around, following Sunset, Shining and SLIME towards the building. Trixie lumbers behind all of them, somehow carrying everyone's bags, even her own with her teeth- As I was saying...tonight on Lunacy, you will have your final chance to take part in Hope Springs Eternal. You, along with 9 other women, will take part in an over-the-top-rope Battle Royal. Whoever is the last woman standing in the ring, has a one-way ticket to High Stakes. -Berry looks pleased with that announcement, though she doesn't show it, as Luna opens her door and steps out onto the concrete- You're very fortunate to have another opportunity like this, Berry. And if you are to lose, and someone else takes your place in the ladder match, you may never get another opportunity like this...AGAIN. -she smirks as Berry looks at her with contempt- No pressure. -she pats Berry on the shoulder before walking away from the limousine. Berry wipes off her shoulder with her other arm as Star Swirlinaitis now pops out of the vehicle-

Swirlinaitis: Best of luck to you, Berry. -he gives her a thumbs up, along with his cheesy grin, before he also pats her on the shoulder and walks off. Berry again wipes her shoulder in annoyance, wishing she had some disinfectant right now as she looks off into the distance, scowling as the figures of Luna and Swirlinaitis get smaller and smaller-

*THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE...OHHHHHHHH!*

-With that, Lunacy's proper opening takes place, complete with explosive pyro and legions upon LEGIONS of Lunatics who are cheering extensively-

Ahuizotl: Welcome everyone..to Monday. Night. LUNACYYYY! Tonight, our feet are propped on the LAST RUNG, which leads to our next Pay Per View, High Stakes!

Garble: And it will be the EWF's most brutal and destructive Pay Per View to date! And who doesn't like that? Who knows who will walk out of this Sunday in one piece, if ANYONE even does!

Ahuizotl: As we just learned at the top of the broadcast, tonight, the field will OFFICIALLY be SET for High Stakes. The 9th, and FINAL participant of Hope Springs Eternal will be decided in a 10 woman Battle Royal which will feature Berry Punch, who lost her spot in the meaningful match last week. Can Berry Punch fight her way BACK into the ladder match picture? Or will someone COMPLETELY new find their way into the madness that will take place Sunday?

Garble: Normally, I wouldn't even WANT to be apart of a ladder match, but when a shot at the Eternal Women's Championship is up for grabs, all 10 of those women have to be SALIVATING at the sudden chance they are now being given! The complexion of High Stakes could be changed DRASTICALLY by the end of tonight!

Ahuizotl: It very well could. And as we heard at the very end of LAST week's show, the representatives of both ladder matches will all be in the ring AT THE SAME TIME, and they will discuss their intentions to win those briefcases! The tension will be ENORMOUS. We can only speculate as to what will happen!

Garble: We're being told that there will be NO altercations during these two meetings. At least not until AFTER they are over…

Ahuizotl: The "altercations" that you speak of WILL take place in the ring, but in TWO separate matches. One 8 man tag team match, and one 8 WOMAN tag team match, featuring...you guessed it! The men and women who will make up the Hope Springs Eternal, and the Carnival of Carnage matches!

Garble: By the end of tonight, we will know which men and women will have the most momentum heading into High Stakes. Speaking of High Stakes...Silver Shill is backstage right now with 3 women who will play an INTEGRAL part in this Sunday's show.

Silver Shill: Hello, everyone. I am standing by with 3 women who are mere moments away from teaming up with one another: The Chick Combo Champions, Lightning Dust and Fluttershy...and the Queen of the Scene, Scootaloo.

-The camera pans to the left to show Fluttershy meekly waving with her and Lightning Dust's Championship fit snug around their waists. Scootaloo is shown to the right of Silver Shill with a smile on her face-

Scootaloo: What's up, Silver?

Silver: Oh, nothing much. But there was a TON up with you girls at the tailend of last week's show. -Lightning nods with a scowl on her face, replaying the events of last week in her head- It might be tough for you three to relive, but let's take a look at what you went through…

-A replay is shown of Scootaloo being womanhandled by Sunset, and Lightning and Fluttershy being dismantled by The Sword. We cut back to the interview area, where Scootaloo and Lightning are looking at the monitor with frustration, while Fluttershy looks as if she wasn't able to look at all. Her eyes are closed as she looks to her left, a frown etched across her face-

Silver: I'm very sorry that had to be shown again...especially to you, Fluttershy.

Fluttershy: -visibly shaken up- Oh i-it's alright...I just try not to think about it t-too much…-Lightning puts an arm around Fluttershy as Fluttershy rests her head on her partner's shoulder-

Silver: All three of you were obviously brutalized at the hands of your rivals, as was Diamond Tiara. With that in mind, how are you three feeling tonight?

Lightning: Well about as good as we CAN after the hell we were put through last week...my back is still pretty sore, and as you can tell, Fluttershy is still in shock over the whole thing…

Scootaloo: Me myself...I'm holding up alright. I'm kind of used to it at this point. I mean, my entire school life I was picked on, and bullied. I can block out the pain pretty well, because I've experienced so much of it. Ever since I became Queen of the Scene, Sunset has targeted me. Over the past 3 weeks, I've been attacked, and each time, Sunset was involved. She threw me off the stage, and last week, she took me out after my match. She couldn't help but talk trash AS she beat the hell out of me, either…

Lightning: Shy and I...we tried to get in there and help, because that's what WE would want others to do if we were in the same position. I didn't expect Rosely Reigns to come out from the shadows and just about knock my ribs out through my mouth with a Spear, and Fluttershy never saw Beth Drollins coming with that Flying Knee…

Fluttershy: We should've, though...The Sword are always around the corner when Lightning and I are around…

Lightning: It's one thing to Spear me...to clobber me until I can't move...you can even Triple Powerbomb me onto some bone-crushing steel steps until your arms give out...but what really IRKS me...what really PISSES ME OFF...is that those bastards felt the need to do the same to my PARTNER...my dear, sweet friend, Fluttershy! Just like Scootaloo...I'm USED to this, and yeah, it hurts like hell, but it doesn't affect affect me EMOTIONALLY...like it does Fluttershy. Tell me...what the hell has she done to deserve that kind of treatment?!

Fluttershy: I'm not afraid of The Sword anymore...I want to beat them...I want to show them that they AREN'T unbeatable...I'm just scared...well, I'm TERRIFIED of getting hurt like that…

Lightning: So that's what this is about...huh, Sword? Challenging us for our titles is one thing...but you've gotta up the ante, don't ya? You just HAD to to put Fluttershy's head on the steel steps, and have that annoying bitch Beth Drollins STOMP her head into it?! It's not even ABOUT the Chick Combo Championships when you do that...you just flat out want to HURT her...you want to hurt US!

Scootaloo: The Sword have attacked me a few times, and that was just to send a message...but you girls are the Champions, and they WANT those titles. It's the same with Sunset...I want to become Eternal Women's Champion, and Sunset knows that she has to protect her reign in any way she can...when people like Sunset, or The Sword hurt those that are threats to what they want, they gain an advantage over us, be it mentally, OR physically...when they lay us out, their brains make them believe that, whether we're the Queen of the Scene, or the Chick Combo Champions, we aren't really a threat at all, and that they've already won the battle against us. But I think I proved to Sunset last Monday, that no matter HOW much she hurts me, I am ALWAYS a threat to her spot on top.

Silver: And let's talk about that, Scootaloo. After Sunset's match, you entered the ring and, so very much unlike you, began to PUMMEL Sunset. -Scootaloo begins smirking, nodding as she vividly replays the carnage she brought forth onto Sunset in her mind- You smashed the arm she threatened to rip out of its socket into her face! You left the ring, and picked up two things: Her Championship belt...and a steel chair. You laid the title out in front of Sunset and challenged her to retrieve it, but whenever she crawled on the mat, you would WHACK the steel chair into her back! I could HEAR the rage in your voice as you proclaimed that Sunset isn't better than you because she likes to bring a world of pain onto people. You stated that all human beings have the ability to do what she does. To be ruthless, nasty and vile to ensure their success. You stated that, Sunset may threaten to tear your arm out, but will she ACTUALLY do it? Instead of talking about breaking her arm, you actually put a steel chair between Sunset's arm, and climbed to the top rope, seemingly to land on the chair, and thus, potentially break Sunset's own arm. What happened last week, Scootaloo?

Scootaloo: Well it's just like you said. Ever since she came into the EWF, she has been the most heinous, cruel woman in the locker room. She's showed zero mercy to anybody she has come across, and honestly...I think she WOULD break my arm, if given the chance. -she takes a deep breath- I don't want that to happen. And to make sure that it doesn't...I need to duplicate Sunset's behavior. I'm not PRETENDING to be an angry little girl...EVERYONE has a breaking point. Anyone can be ruthless like Sunset. I am not unstable...but every time I see Sunset now, the rage in my body OVERFLOWS...my blood boils...I feel like grabbing a steel chair and SMASHING it into her skin! Not only because THAT'S what she DESERVES, for being such a horrible human being...but because that's the kind of things SHE does to EVERYONE. NOBODY is safe from her wrath! Well guess what, Sunset? -she looks at the camera- ...I can play that game. I hope you know that now. I can be just as malicious a person as you...perhaps even MORE, if I put my heart and soul into it. I can hurt people...I can MAIM them if they express interest in doing the same to me! I'm challenging you for your Championship, and because of that, you want to rip me LIMB from LIMB! Well why would I just STAND BY and let you do so? If you want to be a heartless bitch to me, than I'll do the same to YOU, Sunset! You're not used to that, are you? Well, as long as you're coming after me, you'd BETTER get used to it!

Silver: Were you about to jump off the top rope last week?

Scootaloo: -she nods- Yes, I was. If I wouldn't have been interrupted, right now, Sunset may not even be able to compete. I'm not sure if the impact would've broken her arm, but it definitely would've damaged it in some way. And you know what? I don't feel bad about it. Maybe when I was younger, I would've. I never would've thought about ripping Turf's poofy hair out of her head, or breaking Silver Spoon's glasses and then cutting her cheek with the broken glass, but nowadays, if they pushed me far enough...I would. -she shrugs- Easily. And I don't see any problem with that, because they would be willing to do the SAME. Sunset tried to break Cadance's LEG, just to win the Crater Chick Championship. That means she's willing to go even FARTHER to keep the Eternal Women's Championship. Well, I'm willing to go as far as she is, because she never has, and the way she is now, never WILL deserve that Championship. If I have to, I will definitely give her a taste of her own bitter medicine. I don't think she acts the way she does to be cool, or bad-ass...I genuinely think that's just the kind of person she is.

Lightning: I was hanging around with Sunset for a while, and yeah, I can attest that she is one evil bitch. Had I stuck around with her for much longer, I would've went down the same path as her. Luckily, she betrayed me, and people like Twilight, you, Scoots, and of course, Fluttershy…-she smiles at her partner, who gives her a warm smile back- have shown me the light, and have let me know that I'm better than that.

Scootaloo: Well I can assure you, that if I win that title...no matter HOW much success I gain...I will NEVER be like Sunset Shimmer. I won't make people suffer just for fun, or just because I can. I will make people like Sunset suffer...because they DESERVE it. And Sunset deserves to suffer more than ANYONE.

Lightning: -nodding heavily- True that.

Silver: Lightning...Fluttershy...what are YOUR thoughts on Scootaloo taking a stand against Sunset?

Lightning: I gotta hand it to Scoots, I never once have thought about doing that. It was quite brilliant, if you ask me. Nobody has ever fought back like that against Sunset. It was actually really inspiring. Scootaloo never let Sunset get into her head, and she's willing to stand her ground until the very end. I dig that, and I sure as hell respect it. Right on, girl! -she high fives Scootaloo-

Fluttershy: To be honest...what Scootaloo did kind of...scared me…-she shrinks a little bit-

Scootaloo: -she frowns- I'm very sorry, Fluttershy. You don't have anything to worry about, though. I would never do what I did to Sunset to you.

Fluttershy: Oh, I know that, and I completely understand your motives for doing it. But I've just never seen that side of you before...it caught me off guard. At the same time, though...it gave me hope. Hope that people like Sunset can be dealt with. I don't think I could ever do what you did, though…-she frowns-

Scootaloo: I know you could, Fluttershy. You might not think you have it in you, but if one of the members of The Sword told you right to YOUR face, and LIGHTNING'S face that they were going to DESTROY you both, you would explode, and you would get the urge to hurt them before they hurt you and Lightning.

Lightning: I know I feel like doing that right now! And you know what...maybe I will, if Reigns, or Ditzbrose or Drollins want to come at me or Shy before High Stakes. Maybe we will give them EACH a Double Powerbomb onto the steel steps, so they can know how WE feel!

Fluttershy: They...they DO deserve that…

Lightning: Yeah, they do!

Fluttershy: I don't know if a side like that of me exists, but if I ever come across it...I just may introduce The Sword to it. -she lightly smiles-

Lightning: -is intrigued- Oooooo...I'd like that, girl!

Scootaloo: I just want you girls to know that, whatever happens out there, before our match, during it, or after it...I've got your back. Just like you did last week, before you got blindsided.

Lightning: -she grins- Hey, thanks! We'll be there for you, too. And if we get the chance, whether it be Sunset...The Sword...whoever deserves our hatred...let's put them in their PLACE!

Scootaloo: Sounds good to me! How about you, Fluttershy?

Fluttershy: -is hesitant- Well...when I'm around you girls, I feel strong, and when the EWF fans are behind me, I feel UNSTOPPABLE. -she smiles- We'll be ready tonight, for whatever comes our way.

Lightning: Hell yeah! -she looks at the camera- You hear that, Sword?! You hear that, Sunset?! If you make your way down to that ring while we're handling our business, we'll send you scampering out of the arena! And if you don't run fast enough, we'll give you exactly what you DESERVE...a beating that you otherwise would have NO problem giving to us.

Scootaloo: -she nods her head excitedly- See you later, Silver. -she follows her partner's away from the interview area-

Silver: -with a smile- Thank you all for your time, and good luck!

-We are sent back to the ring with Photo Finish's theme song playing as she stands in front of Fleur De Lis in the ring. Fleur is striking many different poses as Photo snaps each one of them with her giant camera. Many of the fans in the audience also snap pictures with their phones, but they won't be as good of quality as Photo's because her camera is of the HIGHEST quality-

Photo: Perrrrfect, Fleur! You are vike a beautiful flower, blooming in the spring for all to witness its elegance! Yeeeessss, put your elbow behind your head like THAT! MARVELOUS!

Garble: If you close your eyes and just listen, that last sentence would give you the impression that they're playing naked Twister…

Ahuizotl: I'm sure nobody else is thinking that but YOU, you sick sick man...nonetheless, Fleur De Lis and Photo Finish are in the ring, awaiting their partner for this 6 woman tag team bout.

Garble: These two formed a little alliance in a Battle Royal a few weeks ago, and they seemed to work well together. Well, Fleur and Photo seem to agree with me, because here they are a few weeks later, teaming up for the first official time together. We are going to see if they can continue to do more damage as a unit.

Ahuizotl: Perhaps their partner can help them with that. This will be an experiment that could very well create a prosperous tag team for the future.

"So Cool (Instrumental)" by Kodiene introduces Fleur and Photo's partner to many boos-

Madden: Aaaaaand THEIR PARTNERRRR! Frooooom LONVEEEYVIIIIILLEEE! Weighing in at 119 POOOOOUNDS..SIIIIIIIIIIILVEEERRR SPOOOOOOOON!

Garble: I don't see how these three COULDN'T co-exist! They've all got an ego problem…

-Silver stands at the top of the stage and brings her hands up in front of her face, her palms facing her in the shape of an x. She then swings her arms down before raising them back up slowly until they are behind her head, where both of her hands touch her hair. She begins strutting to the ring-

Ahuizotl: And Silver Spoon's ego could grow EXPONENTIALLY if she captures the Crater Chick Championship at High Stakes. All she has to do is pin her lifelong friend turned intense rival, Diamond Tiara, or make her submit.

Garble: And then IMAGINE if Turf walks out with that briefcase...The Mean Girls will spend every waking second reminding us of how close they are to ruling the EWF with an iron manicure.

Ahuizotl: Iron manicure, eh? Ouch. That sounds like it would hurt. Speaking of Turf, Silver Spoon won't be able to support her bestie while she's in the ring during the Hope Springs Eternal Summon, so this match will be the best chance she has tonight of having the spotlight on her. I'm not sure she's too thrilled to be sharing that spotlight with some other women, though…

Silver Spoon: -pointing at some fans as she approaches the ring- I'm the next Crater Chick Champion! That HAG, Diamond Tiara is going to turn into the Crater CHUMP! -she laughs hysterically as much of the crowd boos her-

Garble: Ever since she broke away from Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon's little-by-little become more vocal.

Ahuizotl: She's certainly not as vocal as Turf is...or LOUD, for that matter…

-Silver Spoon grabs onto the middle rope as she pulls herself onto the apron. Her right knee is positioned on the apron as her left leg is in front of her. Her smirk subsides as a fan in the front row begins to yell at her-

Random Guy: YOU'RE NOT EVEN AS GOOD AS TURF, AND SHE'S TERRIBLE!

Silver: -pointing an annoyed finger at the fan as she raises her right leg off the mat- Don't talk to me! -she then hoists herself onto the top rope, sitting on the top turnbuckle as her right leg is being held straight out, while only her left foot is sitting on the top rope, with the rest of her left leg being bent. Silver flips her hair over her forehead and then snaps her head back, her braided ponytail falling behind her head again- This is the last episode of Lunacy where I WON'T be a Champion, so this is your last chance to take any pictures of me titleless! -when absolutely NO cameras go off, Silver Spoon crossly removes herself from the top rope and lands inside the ring-

Garble: I hope that fan wasn't serious, and was really just trying to rile Silver Spoon up, because she's been showing us for 6 months now that she is VERY good. She's one half of the first Chick Combo Champions, and she owns a pinfall over Diamond Tiara, to boot. Tonight, and this Sunday will be her chances to show the world just how GREAT she can be.

*Welcome to the Danger Zone!* -at last, thousands of cheers enter the Asylum all at once-

Madden: Aaaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS..FIRST! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 244 POOOOUNDS...they areee, the CHIIIIIIICK COOOOMBOOOOOO CHAAAAMPIIIIIOOOONS...LLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTNIIIIIING DUUUUUST..AAAAAAAAAAND FLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTEEEEEEERRRRRRSHHHHHYYYYYY!

Ahuizotl: Tonight, marks 3 months since Lightning Dust and Fluttershy have captured the Chick Combo Championships. Ironically enough, one of the women they beat for those titles...was Silver Spoon.

Crowd: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! -Fluttershy leads the crowd, getting way ahead of her partner as she hops sideways down the ramp, thrusting her index fingers into the air-

Garble: And ever since that night, our Champions, who received their title shot BECAUSE of the fans' support, are now one of the hottest, most beloved teams in the EWF, as you could probably tell by the DEAFENING chants of "YAY" which sprout up week after week.

Ahuizotl: I can barely hear you right now, boy! That's how loud it is in here! These fans sure do love the Chick Combo Champions! And it's not just Fluttershy, either. The Lunacy fans have been behind Lightning Dust since she won the Eternal Women's Championship!

Garble: It's not hard to see why! As individual competitors, they're great in their own right...but as a team? They bring out the BEST in each other whenever they're in that ring! They never cease to send the fans into a FRENZY!

-Lightning Dust meets up with Fluttershy at the bottom of the ramp, smirking as her partner is blushing brightly as a result of all the love the fans give her. Lightning removes her title, and holds it in front of Fluttershy, who almost takes her belt off and clanks her title against Lightning's. Like a high five, but with gold-

Ahuizotl: And now, they await their partner...who is a wrestling darling in her own right.

*Out of My Way!* -with that, the crowd's cheering does not drop any lower-

Madden: Aaaaaand THEIR PARTNER! Frooooom LOOOOONEYVIIIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 119 POOOOUNDS..she is, the TWOOOO THOUSAAAAND FOOOURTEEEEEN..QUUUUUEEEEEEN. OF THEEEEEE SCEEEEEENEEEE..SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAAAALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Garble: I CAN'T TELL WHICH OVATION WAS LOUDER! This may be the most popular tag team we'll ever see in the EWF! Three underdogs. Three fan favorites. Three amazing performers!

Ahuizotl: And after High Stakes comes to a close, they may be three CHAMPIONS. We saw last week just what lengths Scootaloo is willing to go to in order to dethrone Sunset Shimmer, and we know she can get it done in the ring. So I have NO doubts that she CAN defeat Sunset!

Garble: She wouldn't be the reigning Queen of the Scene if she couldn't hold her own in the ring. I'm with ya, 'Zotl...this could very well be Sunset's toughest challenge to DATE. Twilight, Cadance...even BERRY PUNCH. None of them showed that aggressiveness, that RUTHLESSNESS that was on display from Scootaloo last week. She was downright SCARY!

-Scootaloo stands next to Lightning at the bottom of the ramp, as a chorus of "SCOO-TA-LOO" chants fill the Asylum. She shares a smile with her tag team partners-

Scootaloo: I don't have a title to clank with yours, but that's all going to change soon!

Lightning: Damn right it will! -She and Scootaloo slide into the ring while Fluttershy gets onto the apron before putting one foot on the top rope while keeping the other on the middle rope. She leads the crowd into another "YAY" chant-

Ahuizotl: If you recall, these three have teamed up before, and that was to face The Sword at Uprising. So they've got the chemistry that all teams need, not to mention that they respect each other.

Crowd: YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! -the crowd's YAYs quickly turn into boos as Fluttershy, who is looking out at the crowd as her index fingers are again and again brought into the air, is SHOVED off the ropes by Silver Spoon. Fluttershy falls out to the floor, where her neck crashes into the barricade-

Garble: WHAT A FALL FLUTTERSHY JUST TOOK! GOOD HEAVENS!

Ahuizotl: She was so captivated by the crowd's involvement, that she never noticed Silver Spoon coming up from behind her!

-Silver Spoon leaves the ring before Lightning Dust can beat the hell out of her-

Garble: You'd BETTER get out of there!

Crowd: FUCK YOU, SILVER, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, SILVER, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, SILVER, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, SILVER, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: Even if Lightning Dust can't tear her apart, these fans sure will!

Silver Spoon: GET HER! -she points at Lightning-

-Photo Finish and Fleur De Lis are caught off guard by this order, but they know this is as good a chance as any, so they both bring Lightning down to her knees with strikes from behind, as the crowd boos them, as well-

Garble: LOOK AT THIS! FLEUR DE LIS! PHOTO FINISH, PUMMELING THE OTHER HALF OF THE CHICK COMBO CHAMPIONS!

Ahuizotl: Scootaloo is outside the ring, checking on Fluttershy! This could quickly become disastrous! Silver Spoon is directing traffic, just like Diamond Tiara once did for she and Turf!

Garble: That's exactly what I was thinking! And Photo and Fleur know this could be their only opportunity! They want to make a name for themselves, and with the help of Silver Spoon, they definitely could tonight!

-Scootaloo runs back into the ring upon noticing the beatdown, and this quickly sends Fleur and Photo scurrying out of the ring-

Ahuizotl: HERE COMES SCOOTALOO! AND LIGHTNING'S ASSAILANTS LEAVE THE RING!

Garble: It wasn't long before Scootaloo noticed what was going on, but with Silver Spoon's cheap shot to Fluttershy, and her partners momentarily taking down Lightning, we may be on the verge of a HUGE upset here to kick off Lunacy!

Ahuizotl: You may be right. It may not seem like much, but who knows the extent of Fluttershy's injury? That is, if she has one. She could be out of this match, which would make victory that much easier for Photo Finish, Fleur De Lis and Silver Spoon.

Lightning: -to Silver Spoon- YOU GET THE HELL IN THIS RING! IF 'SHY IS HURT, I'LL HURT YOU LIKE NO ONE EVER HAS! -the crowd cheers for Lightning's love for her partner-

Silver Spoon: No thanks! I'm good! -she looks between her partners- One of YOU get in there!

Garble: Jeez...I'm not really surprised by this...Silver Spoon, refusing to face the music. She's going to hide behind her partners…

-Photo Finish enters the ring-

Photo: You just thank your lucky stars that I vasn't the vun who pushed your little friend, because I vould've hurt her even MORE.

Garble: Cool your jets there, Rambo...Lightning Dust may be seconds away from pounding you into SAUERKRAUT!

-Just as predicted, a few seconds later, Lightning Dust knocks Photo to the mat with a Roundhouse Kick which lights up the crowd-

Ahuizotl: Your prophecy may become true here in a little bit!

Garble: That kick came so fast you wouldn't even be able to snap a picture of it!

-Luckily, Fluttershy is okay, as she gets to her feet and joins Scootaloo on the apron-

Ahuizotl: Looks like Fluttershy is well enough to stand. Now this match can begin, unfortunately for Photo Finish and company!

Match 1: Photo Finish, Fleur De Lis & Silver Spoon vs Scootaloo, Lightning Dust & Fluttershy

-5 minutes later-

-As Fleur De Lis lies on the mat, Fluttershy makes the tag to Lightning Dust. Lightning enters the ring by grabbing onto the top rope with both hands and vaulting herself in. She then positions herself against the corner as Fluttershy gives her a monkey flip. This isn't a heel turn, though, so don't worry. As she is flipped, Lightning ignites the crowd by flipping herself again and crashing her body into Fleur's ribs-

Garble: AMAZING! That's just a tiny bit of the teamwork that make the Chick Combo Champions such a joy to watch!

Ahuizotl: A Monkey Flip from Fluttershy, which Lightning then rotated herself in midair, nailing Fleur De Lis with a 450 Splash!

Crowd: THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS SICK!

-Lightning goes for a cover, but gets just a 2 count-

-3 minutes later-

-Silver Spoon is now on her knees in the middle of the ring, as she becomes victim to a slew of kicks from Fluttershy, each successful kick resulting in a "YAY" from both the crowd and Fluttershy-

Ahuizotl: Fluttershy, getting a modicum of revenge for the shove that Silver Spoon gave her before the match began!

Garble: My God...for being such an innocent, sweet soul, Fluttershy has some of the hardest kicks in the business! I'm willing to bet that those things hurt MORE than falling off the top rope!

-Fluttershy steps back, as the crowd "OHHHHHs" in anticipation. Before she can lay out her final kick, Fleur De Lis enters the ring, much to the fans' chagrin-

Ahuizotl: And here comes Fleur, saving Silver Spoon's bacon!

-Before the referee can stop Fleur's intrusion, Fluttershy silences the Goddess Grappler by knocking her to the mat with a Spinning Crescent Kick, which the fans go crazy for!-

Garble: OH DAMN! WHAT A KICK! Fleur De Lis' bacon is the one that just got cooked for her troubles!

-Fleur rolls out of the ring as Silver Spoon recovers and rushes over to her corner, slapping Photo on the shoulders-

Silver: SCREW THIS! YOU TAKE CARE OF HER! -the crowd boos as Photo looks displeased by Silver's actions-

Ahuizotl: Well that was certainly a...strong tag…

Garble: I guess we were wrong...Photo and Fleur seem to be on the same page, but Silver Spoon has been acting like she's better than them since she came out here, calling the shots and all that.

Ahuizotl: I can't really blame her, though. I wouldn't want to have to deal with Fluttershy's lethal kicks.

-4 minutes later-

-Photo currently has Fluttershy down, but she walks over to give Silver Spoon a piece of her. As Photo holds out her hand, Silver Spoon responds by jumping off the apron, which creates a look of flabbergastment on Photo's face-

Ahuizotl: What is Silver Spoon doing?! Is she walking out of this match?!

-The crowd boos immensely as Silver begins walking backwards up the ramp-

Silver: I DON'T NEED THIS! I'VE GOT MY TITLE MATCH TO LOOK FORWARD TO!

Garble: I guess Silver Spoon wasn't pleased with her team's performance, even though they WERE in control at the moment.

Ahuizotl: I think that Silver Spoon is looking to save her energy for this Sunday. She believes she has nothing to prove. She's already got her title match, and nothing can change that, so she sees this match as being pointless.

Garble: Still, though...just leave your partners high and dry?! She's always been a bitch, though, so it shouldn't really come as a surprise...Photo Finish IS surprised, however, and that may cost her!

Photo: Verdammt! -she shakes her head as she looks at Silver Spoon with disgust, before she turns around and is struck in the face with a knee from Fluttershy-

Ahuizotl: OBEDIENCE TRAINING! PHOTO IS FINISHED!

Garble: I'D LOVE A COPY OF THAT SNAPSHOT!

-Fluttershy hooks Photo's leg and rests her back on Photo's stomach, as the referee drops to the mat-

*1…...2…..3!* -the crowd cheers heavily as the bell rings-

Ahuizotl: A PICTURE PERFECT victory for The Chick Combo Champions, and the Queen of the Scene!

Garble: Okay, enough with the puns. There's probably enough groans coming from those watching at home that they could all pass as cavemen…

Madden: Here are YOOOOURRR WIIIIINNEEEERRRSSSS..THE CHIIIIIICK COOOOMBOOOO CHAAAAAAMPIIIIIIONS, LLLLLLLLIIIIIIIGHTNIIIIIING DUST AND FLLLLLLUUUUUUTTERSHHHHHYYY...AAAAND THE QUEEEEEEN. OF THHHHHEEEEE SCEEEEENEEEE..SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAAAAAALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: Though they could not best The Sword at Uprising, this fearsome threesome reigned supreme here tonight, thanks in part to Silver Spoon turning her back on her teammates, and going rogue.

Silver Spoon: -she shrugs, smirking at Scootaloo- I'M NOT LETTING YOU GET THE LAST LAUGH ON ME AGAIN, SCOOTALOOOOOSER! -she cackles before turning around, at which she is planted onto the stage with a DIAMOND CUTTER!-

Garble: -as the crowd loses their SHIT- WHOA! WHERE DID DIAMOND COME FROM?!

Ahuizotl: HOW LONG WAS HE HANGING BEHIND SILVER SPOON?! WE NEVER NOTICED HER, AND NEITHER DID SILVER SPOON UNTIL NOW!

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

Garble: THIS ARENA IS BUZZING IN EXCITEMENT! DIAMOND TIARA JUST SILENCED HER OPPONENT THIS SUNDAY!

-Fluttershy and Lightning are busy looking at the scene happening on the stage. Meanwhile, Fleur De Lis enters the ring and looks to take out the Champions, but she is stopped before she even makes a move, as Scootaloo executes Scootabuse on her!-

Ahuizotl: HOLY HELL! FLEUR DE LIS, TRYING TO GET THE JUMP ON THE CHICK COMBO CHAMPIONS, BUT SCOOTALOO WILL HAVE NONE OF IT!

Garble: Luckily, Scootaloo wasn't paying attention to the stage. Unlike Silver Spoon, Scootaloo REFUSES to leave her partners behind!

-Fluttershy and Lightning turn around, and immediately know what's going on once they see the unconscious Fleur on the mat-

Fluttershy: Oh...THANK YOU, Scootaloo! -she hugs Scootaloo- We were so caught up in what was happening on the stage!

Lightning: Yeah. Thanks for lookin' out for us, Scoots. -she high fives Scootaloo with a grin-

Scootaloo: Don't mention it. I've always got you guys covered when your focus is on other things.

Lightning: -she looks back at Fleur- That would've been the second time tonight that she jumped me from behind...looks like I should turn my focus onto HER. Wait here for a second, 'Shy…-Fluttershy nods, as Lightning flips Fleur onto her back, and begins to scale the top rope-

Garble: And this is a message to Fleur De Lis...this is what happens when you jump the gun! YOU are the one that gets jumped on!

-Meanwhile, on the stage, Diamond Tiara continues to look down and stand over the fallen body of Silver Spoon, as she holds her Championship up into the air-

Diamond: YOU don't get to hold MY title! It's not even YOURS yet! And it WON'T BE, Silver Spoon! This title will NEVER be yours!

Ahuizotl: After being shown up and attacked by Silver Spoon over the past two weeks, Diamond Tiara has gotten back at her challenger!

Garble: The last few weeks, Lunacy has ended with Silver Spoon holding DIAMOND'S Crater Chick Championship in the air. Diamond is out to prove that wasn't a bad omen! That title is HERS, and nobody else is meant to touch it!

Ahuizotl: Let's look back at the ring, though...because Lightning Dust is about to STRIKE!

-Lightning soars off the top rope, slamming into Fleur's ribs for the second time tonight-

Garble: -as the crowd cheers incredibly loudly- AS. TRA. PHOBIA! Fleur...you should've just hung out at ringside until your three opponents left…

Ahuizotl: She thought she had one last chance to make a big impression, but unfortunately for her, Scootaloo was waiting in the wings, and after Astraphobia, tonight will end up being yet another night where Fleur De Lis was overshadowed by the women who faced her.

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

Garble: And before Silver Spoon got her mouth shut, she said that Scootaloo wouldn't get the last laugh...well, judging by the following outcomes, she DID. Her, Lightning, Fluttershy and Diamond Tiara are all going to laughing for the rest of the night!

-Fluttershy and Lightning, now with their title belts in their hands, both climb onto the middle rope of adjacent corners, while Scootaloo stands in the middle of them, also standing on the middle rope and raising her arms. Lightning raises her title belt with one arm, and also raises her free arm. Naturally, Fluttershy begins another "YAY" chant, which every single fan in the building follows along to, except this time, one of her index finger is flung in the air, while her other hand flings her title belt into the air-

Ahuizotl: Before this match began, things we're looking bleak...Fluttershy was unceremoniously shoved out to the floor, and it looked as if she wouldn't even be able to continue. Luckily, she was able to get up, without seemingly any wear and tear.

Garble: And now look at her...she and Lightning Dust are proudly displaying their titles, with an entire sea of Lunacy fans Yay'ing in approval. Everything, for right now, at least, is right with the EWF World.

Ahuizotl: But that could all change Sunday...Sunset may retain her Championship, and The Sword and Silver Spoon could gain gold of their own. For now, however, this is a glorious seen, to both you and I, and to every logical wrestling fan. Let it remain forevermore…

-We go to commercial with the image of Diamond, Scootaloo, Fluttershy and Lightning all holding their titles and arms up high, while the continuous "YAY" chants continue to boom across the arena-

Silver: Welcome back to Monday Night Lunacy, everyone. I am now standing by with The Cybernetic Scavengers: Overdrive and Vultarian! -the camera pans to show Vultarian looking at Silver with a smile while Overdrive cracks his metallic knuckles- Welcome, gentlemen.

Vultarian: Thanks for having us.

Silver: Up next, you are going to be competing in a tag team match, against two opponents that create a very...interesting team.

Overdrive: Ha! That's an understatement…-he grins- everyone is sure to get a kick out of this. Our opponents...are Thunderlane...and Giz Hero.

Vultarian: -shaking his head as he chuckles- Only in wrestling would a team like that come about...two men who hate-no...DETEST each other, are being forced to unite, just 6 days before they battle for the Carnage Championship. Only in wrestling…

Overdrive: Vultarian and I still aren't sure what to make of that...but we do know THIS...we hope that Thunderlane starts off that match. -he smile suddenly turns into a determined look-

Silver: Does that have anything to do with the fact that, last week, Thunderlane struck Vultarian in the head with a microphone?

Vultarian: That's one of the reasons, you could say...mainly, just like Giz...Overdrive and I want to FLATTEN that cretin! Not just for the lump that he left on my head...but for the lump he's left on the entire EWF following his most recent remarks…

Overdrive: -nodding- Thunderlane is very talented, there's no questioning that. He won that Battle Royal a few weeks ago, and now he is one win away from reclaiming the ultimate glory...but that DOESN'T change the fact that he is a despicable, DISGRACEFUL representative of our division…

Vultarian: I'll even go one further, and say that he's a disgrace to WRESTLING. Matter of fact, Thunderlane is a disgrace to men EVERYWHERE!

Overdrive: -looking at his partner in agreement- Good call. What he said to Cloudchaser...the way he so uncaringly STOMPED on her heart is UNFORGIVABLE. He crossed a line you DON'T cross that night…

Vultarian: -nodding angrily- That is something you DON'T do to a woman. Cloudchaser doesn't deserve to be put through that amount of suffering! NO woman does! Before Giz Hero gets his chance at retribution...tonight...we will make Thunderlane PAY for his evil-doings.

Overdrive: Yes we will...very thoroughly…-he and his partner then look at the camera- but that doesn't mean we're going to overlook YOU, Giz...we respect your in-ring work, and we admire your appetite for vindication.

Vultarian: But you are the Carnage CHAMPION...you HAVE a match at High Stakes...but we DON'T. So that makes this episode of Lunacy...our last hurrah for this month...and we intend to end this month on a high note.

Overdrive: Last month ended in disaster for us...we weren't able to capture the Combo of Carnage titles, and furthermore...we let control of Lunacy slip into the wrong hands…-he takes a heavy sigh- but this month...will be DIFFERENT. Not only will we defeat the number one contender, but the Carnage Champion, as well.

Vultarian: In the SAME night! We will take everything we want...because that's what scavengers do. -the two walk off, each with looks on their face that tell you that they mean business. Their theme song begins playing-

Silver: Thank you, gentlemen. -he looks at the camera- Let's go back to ringside for our next contest!

Madden: Ladies and gentlemeeeen...RrrrrrrrUUUUUMBLEEEEE...haaaas entereeeed..the buiiiildiiiiing…-much of the crowd cheers-

*All my life I've been searching for something…* -cheers return to the Asylum as we are all set for our next match of the evening-

Garble: Strong words we just heard, from two men who hope to end this month on a strong note!

Madden: The following TAG TEAM conteeest, is scheduled foooor ONE FAAAAALL! Introduciiiing FIRST! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 456 POOOOUNDS..VUUUULTARIIIIIAAAAN, aaaaand OVEEEERRRDRIIIIIVE..THHHEEE CYYYYBERRRRNEEEEEETIIIIIIIIIC..SCAAAAAAAAAAVENGEEEEEEEERRRRS!

Ahuizotl: And those two men are Overdrive and Vultarian, more recently known as The Cybernetic Scavengers. Last week, Overdrive was bested in combat by Thunderlane, who afterwards was confronted by none other than Giz Hero.

Garble: And like usual as of late, Giz had come down to the ring to beat the hell out of Thunderlane. I guess Thunderlane's new gimmick is tucking his tail and running away, because that's just what he did. He stood outside of the ring and mocked Giz, his girlfriend, and HIS former girlfriend, Cloudchaser.

Ahuizotl: The AUDACITY of that man since this month began has been MADDENING. And Vultarian had finally had enough, just like all of us had! He attempted to shove Thunderlane into the ring, but Thunderlane, to his credit, was able to strike Vultarian with his microphone before making his escape.

-Overdrive and Vultarian enter the ring, looking very serious tonight-

Garble: Tonight, The Scavengers are looking to devour Thunderlane as a result of what he did to Vultarian, as well as the fact that they believe he is a terrible human being. They are also, as you mentioned, hoping to close out this month of action with a victory over both the Champion AND his challenger.

-"Hundred Million" by Treble Charger creates a thunderous plethora of boos which nearly drown out the Canadian punk-rock ballad-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! FIRST! FrooooomLONEEEEYVIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 218 POOOOOUNDS...THUUUUUUUUUUUNDERRRRRRLAAAAAAAANE!

Ahuizotl: Everyone is already well aware of the atrocities this young man has committed so far this month, so there is no need to run them down.

Garble: Yeah. No need to treat that stuff like it's accomplishments or anything, even though THIS piece of crap probably thinks of them as just that.

Ahuizotl: This crowd certainly looks at it as sins, but I guarantee Thunderlane hasn't visited the local confessional yet.

Garble: You don't need to confess anything when what you do is broadcasted across a worldwide television network every week.

Ahuizotl: -nodding- True, very true.

Crowd: -they begin singing in chant-form- PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIT! THUNDERLAAANE, YOU'RE A REALLY BIG PIECE OF SHIT!

Garble: Okay...I freaking LOVE that! It totally reminds me of British soccer crowds! They come up with the CRAZIEST chants.

-Thunderlane is laughing at the fan's song as he walks down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: It's having the OPPOSITE effect on Thunderlane…

Thunderlane: -cackling- I LOVE THAT SONG! -he gets on the apron before climbing onto the middle rope outside of the ring, facing the crowd to his left- KEEP IT COMING! -he begins moving his hands around like he is a conductor-

Crowd: PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIT! THUNDERLAAANE, YOU'RE A REALLY BIG PIECE OF SHIT! -pause- PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIT! THUNDERLAAANE, YOU'RE A REALLY BIG PIECE OF SHIT! -pause- PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIT! PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIT! THUNDERLAAANE, YOU'RE A REALLY BIG PIECE OF SHIT!

Garble: Thunderlane may be enjoying it, but that won't stop the fans from speaking the truth! That is AMAZING. They should do that EVERY TIME he comes out here!

-The fans' singing is cut off by the entrance music of Giz Hero, which fills the arena with an abundance of cheers-

Garble: From a piece of shit, to THE shit!

Madden: Aaaand HIS PARTNER! Accompaniiied, byyyy FLIIIIITTERRRR! Froooom LONEEEEYVIIIIILLE! Weighing in at 233 POOOOUNDS...he iiiis, THHHHEEE CAAAAARNAAAAAAGE CHAAAAAMPIIIIOOOOOON...GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZ..HEEEEEEEROOOOO!

Crowd: HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O!

Ahuizotl: One is loved by the fans...the other, DESPISED. And yet somehow, they've landed on the SAME team.

Garble: I can only assume that's just Luna messing with her talent. She, we, EVERYONE knows that Giz Hero cannot STAND Thunderlane. Hell, he will EVISCERATE him if you give him the chance! But yet for her own amusement, Luna has placed these mortal enemies onto the same team.

Ahuizotl: Well, all I can say is this may be the most dysfunctional, yet interesting team ever implemented in the EWF. Sparks are about to fly, folks.

Garble: Six days before they compete for the Carnage Championship, Thunderlane and Giz Hero have to compete on the same side...I can only IMAGINE what they both think about that. I'm sure Giz's skin is CRAWLING at the idea of being on the same page as that DIRTBAG, Thunderlane.

Ahuizotl: If they DO somehow get on the same page, though, The Cybernetic Scavengers are in for a ROUGH night. The first ever World Brawler's Champion, teaming up with the current Carnage Champion? That's a HELL of an imposing team if you put their differences aside. If they were friends, they may just dominate the entire tag team division!

Garble: Perhaps, but they are the exact OPPOSITE of friends. They HATE each other to the FULLEST degree. But hey, I don't hate the idea of this match itself. As you said, it's very interesting. I have no idea what's going to happen once that bell rings!

Crowd: FLI-TTER'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* FLI-TTER'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*FLI-TTER'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*FLI-TTER'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-Flitter grins at the audience as her face lights up. Giz enters the ring, his watchful eyes never straying away from Thunderlane-

Ahuizotl: Once again, the audience is spot on. And yet that beautiful woman has went through so much over the past few weeks.

Garble: She sure has. But with great fans like these, and with the help of a good man like Giz, she's been able to cope with the tragedy. Hey, Flitter is one cool chick. Despite all that's happened, she CONTINUES to join Giz at ringside for his matches. She's a freaking keeper.

Ahuizotl: And a lot of people go their ENTIRE life without finding someone like her...very quickly, I heard a rumor that Cloudchaser is in attendance for tonight's show. Any truth to that rumor?

Garble: I heard that, too. Unfortunately, I can't confirm it. I wonder what shape she is in right now, especially mental-wise.

Ahuizotl: Well, maybe we will find out later on in the broadcast. For now, we're about to see what shape this match is going to take.

Match 2: Thunderlane & Giz Hero w/ Flitter vs The Cybernetic Scavengers

Thunderlane: You handle this, Giz. The fans love you so much, so entertain them! -Thunderlane exits the ring and stands on the apron, the crowd booing-

Ahuizotl: The crowd, showing their displeasure, likely because they wanted Thunderlane to get his just deserts at the hands of Overdrive, who will start the match off for his team.

Garble: They should start singing that song again. SERIOUSLY, I'm going to make that my ringtone! So good…

-Giz allows Thunderlane to sit this one out. He walks forward a few feet towards Overdrive, but with the speed of a cheetah, he springs backwards towards his corner and slaps Thunderlane on his chest. The crowd cheers immensely as, before Thunderlane can react, Giz grabs him by the neck with both of his hands and CHUCKS him into the ring!-

Ahuizotl: OH GOD! THUNDERLANE'S IN THE RING! HE'S THE LEGAL MAN NOW, BUT GIZ HAS GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON HIM!

Garble: GIZ WAS WAITING FOR THE BELL TO RING! HE'S BEEN WAITING FOR 3 WEEKS TO BE ABLE TO DO THIS TO THAT SON OF A BITCH!

-The referee and Overdrive step back, and allow Giz to take out his aggression at last. Thunderlane's back arches as he is tossed into the mat. Giz stands over him with wide eyes and a menacing scowl on his face. Thunderlane uses his quickness to position himself on his knees, where he tries his best to crawl out of the ring. Giz runs towards him, literally JUMPING down to the mat and driving an elbow into the back of Thunderlane's head. The crowd is going crazy as Giz begins to clobber the back of Thunderlane's head with both of his fists-

Ahuizotl: RIGHTS AND LEFTS! RIGHTS AND LEFTS! GIZ HERO IS GOING BALLISTIC ON THUNDERLANE!

Giz: AT LAST, HE IS ABLE TO FIGHT BACK IN A WHY THAT CLOUDCHASER CAN'T! AT LAST GIZ HERO IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF THUNDERLANE!

-Thunderlane shoves Giz back with his feet and gets to his own feet. Before he can take any steps Giz charges at him and pushes him sternum-first into the corner in front of them-

Ahuizotl: THERE'S NOWHERE FOR THUNDERLANE TO RUN! NOBODY HAS THE CARE TO STOP GIZ!

-Giz begins ramming Thunderlane's head into the top turnbuckle pad over and over without pausing once. He then turns him around and Irish Whips him into the diagonal corner. As soon as Thunderlane's back hits the pads, Giz's forearm is already smashing into his jaw-

Garble: TWISTING UPPERCUT! GIZ HAS NO SIGNS OF STOPPING THERE!

-Thunderlane is then Irish Whipped to the corner he was in prior. Once again, when his back hits the pad, Giz is right there with another Twisting Uppercut. Giz continues to perform this same sequence until Thunderlane falls to his knees in front of him before he can Irish Whip him again-

Ahuizotl: I counted THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN TWISTING UPPERCUTS IN SUCCESSION!

Garble: Thunderlane can't even STAND! Giz is out of his WITS!

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

Ahuizotl: And this crowd is so happy to see Giz Hero FINALLY be able to get back at Thunderlane!

-Giz brings Thunderlane up to his feet and puts his back against the turnbuckle pads. He pauses for a second before he begins to deliver Uppercut after Uppercut to a dazed Thunderlane, with the crowd counting along-

Garble: AND HERE COME MORE UPPERCUTS! GIZ HERO WILL NOT LET UP! HE WILL NEVER LET THUNDERLANE FORGIVE HIMSELF AFTER WHAT HE SAID TO CLOUDCHASER! HOW HE BROKE HER HEART LIKE SHE WAS NOTHING!

Crowd: 8! 9! 10! 11! 12! 13! 14!

Ahuizotl: THESE UPPERCUTS ARE GOING SO FAST! I DON'T KNOW GIZ HASN'T BLOWN OUT HIS SHOULDER YET!

Crowd: 19! 20! 21! 22! 23!

Garble: I think Thunderlane is bleeding under his lips! I can't tell because Giz is striking so fast, but as soon as the camera is able to get a clear shot, we'll know.

Crowd: 29! 30! 31! 32! 33! 34!

Ahuizotl: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!

Crowd: 37! 38! 39! 40! -The crowd's insane amount of cheers re-emerge as Giz grabs Thunderlane by his hair and walks backwards a few steps, letting Thunderlane stand there disorientedly. Giz then steps back even more-

Giz: The Uppercuts have ended, but I don't think the punishment has!

-Giz charges at Thunderlane once more, and hits him with yet ANOTHER Twisting Uppercut, except this one isn't in the corner. But the velocity and force of this Uppercut knocks Thunderlane backwards INTO the corner! It also knocks him off his feet, so his head crashes into the middle turnbuckle as he is now seated in the corner-

Ahuizotl: NOPE! Giz thought he deserved one last one!

-Giz stands in front of Thunderlane, breathing heavily and still SEETHING with rage-

Garble: -as Thunderlane's blood drips onto the mat- See! Look at that! Thunderlane's CHIN is cut open! That VICIOUS series of Uppercuts did JUST that! It ripped open the skin of Thunderlane's chin!

Ahuizotl: That is one gruesome cut, too! Blood is POURING out of the open wound!

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

Garble: Neither the fans or I are barbarians, but YES, that WAS awesome! Because it's exactly what Thunderlane had coming!

Ahuizotl: Giz Hero is INCENSED! He's been wanting to get his hands on Thunderlane for WEEKS, and tonight, he FINALLY got that opportunity, and THIS is the result! Thunderlane: Motionless, nearly UNCONSCIOUS, with blood trickling from his jaw! Very few people deserve a THRASHING as SEVERE as Thunderlane got tonight.

-Giz allows Thunderlane to slowly crawl out of the corner and towards Overdrive. Thunderlane desperately claws at the metallic legs of Overdrive-

Garble: Look at Thunderlane...he would rather be ANYWHERE but in the grasp of Giz Hero!

-Overdrive picks Thunderlane up, and instead of inflicting his own damage, turns him around and pushes him towards Giz, who flings him high into the air and lands a FINAL Uppercut onto his chin as he plummets out of the air!-

Ahuizotl: THE FINAL BLOW! Giz couldn't resist landing ONE MORE Uppercut to the man he hates more than ANYBODY!

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

Garble: And this crowd was electric through that ENTIRE beatdown! I don't think ONE person in this arena didn't want to see Thunderlane get ANNIHILATED the way he was tonight!

Giz: THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY? I ENTERTAINED THEM! -The crowd both laughs and cheers with such ferocity as Giz exits the ring and stands on the apron in his corner-

Garble: I love that, man! I love that SO MUCH. The beatdown, and the lip Giz gives him afterwards!

Ahuizotl: Giz sure did entertain the fans...I don't see anyone in the audience who isn't out of their seat!

-Overdrive looks down at Thunderlane before he shrugs. He exits the ring before scaling up to the top rope-

Garble: Oh, damn! And it doesn't end there for Thunderlane! In the midst of that whole ordeal, I forgot there was actually a match going on!

Ahuizotl: This match may not be contested for much longer, because Overdrive is on the top rope, and that can only mean ONE thing!

-Overdrive lets the excitement of the crowd guide him through the air as he connects with a BEAUTIFUL Shooting Star Press into the ribs of Thunderlane!-

Garble: MAXIMUM. OVERDRIVE! MAXIMUM. PUNISHMENT, DELIVERED TO THUNDERLANE!

-The crowd gladly counts along to the referee's 1...2...3!-

Ahuizotl: And the shellacking...comes to an end!

Madden: Here are YOOOOURRR WINNEEEERRRS...VUUUULTAAAARIAAAAN..AAAAAND OOOOOOVERDRIIIIIIIVE!

-The crowd's adulation is DEAFENING as Vultarian enters the ring, meeting his partner with a big smile and a pat on the shoulder. Overdrive can't help but look down at Thunderlane and shake his head at the pile of crap that is standing at his feet-

Garble: The Cybernetic Scavengers, now have a VICTORY over both the number one contender to the Carnage Championship, and the Champion himself!

Ahuizotl: Yes they do, but look at Giz. That doesn't bother him ONE bit. He would've GLADLY given the victory away for an opportunity to knock Thunderlane to hell and back, and that is JUST what he did in that ring before us!

-The referee raises both Overdrive and Vultarian's hands as Giz looks a lot happier now that he has gotten some revenge. He hugs Flitter outside of the ring-

Garble: He did WAY MORE than just knock him around some! Giz Hero absolutely, systematically OBLITERATED Thunderlane in the middle of that ring! What was there...around 55 Uppercuts or so her delivered to Thunderlane?

Ahuizotl: It was an ASTOUNDING amount, to the point where I'm not even sure how Thunderlane was able to CRAWL afterwards. His jaw could very well be BROKEN!

Garble: If it is, then don't expect any tears to be shed for him. In my opinion, that asshole got EVERYTHING that he had coming to him tonight!

-Overdrive and Vultarian leave the ring, and begin celebrating with the fans, giving them high fives and whatnot-

Ahuizotl: That mat is now STAINED with the blood of Thunderlane...and that sight must be oh-so sweet for Giz Hero.

Garble: And just think...Thunderlane still has to face Giz THIS SUNDAY! After the hell he went through tonight, why on EARTH would he want to step in the ring with Giz again?!

Ahuizotl: The only reason is because the Carnage Championship will be on the line, and if Thunderlane can win that title, all of the pain he received tonight will go away in a moment's notice.

Garble: What if this is the scene that happens at High Stakes, as well? What if the bell rings and Thunderlane gets NO offense in on Giz? What if he gets MAULED like he was tonight?! He may never be able to live that down!

Ahuizotl: He will certainly have a different strategy heading into High Stakes, I would think.

-Giz gets into the ring, now holding his Carnage Championship in his hand-

Crowd: HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O! HER-O!

Garble: That man right there could be the most DANGEROUS man in the EWF, especially judging by what he did tonight...he is most definitely worthy of the title CARNAGE Champion!

Giz: -squatting over Thunderlane's body- This Sunday...it'll be even MORE ugly than it wound up being tonight. -with those simple words, Giz steps over Thunderlane's body-

Ahuizotl: What chilling words by our Carnage Champion...Giz Hero may finish the job he started on Thunderlane at High St-

-Ahuizotl's words are halted as Thunderlane gets to his feet as Giz walks towards the ropes in front of the stage to exit the ring. The crowd tries to warn him, but it is too late. Thunderlane bends his knees and drives his wrist into the crotch of Giz, which drops Giz to his knees-

Garble: THUNDERLANE! AWWWW THAT SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH IS BACK ON HIS FEET!

-The crowd begins booing unrelentlessly as Thunderlane stands to the side of Giz, looking at him with intense malice on his face-

Ahuizotl: WITH BLOOD STILL DRIPPING DOWN HIS CHIN, THUNDERLANE WAITING FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT TO RETALIATE AGAINST GIZ!

Garble: With the dirtiest of moves, from one of the dirtiest men you'll find in wrestling! A cheap LOW BLOW!

Thunderlane: -pointing at his bloody chin- YOU DID THIS TO ME! -he quickly picks up Giz's title and bashes it across his face, which knocks Giz off of his knees and down to the mat- I'LL DO THIS TO YOU, EXCEPT I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED EVERYWHERE! RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR BITCH! -he points at Flitter with rabid eyes-

Crowd: THUNDER-LAAAAME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THUNDER-LAAAAME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THUNDER-LAAAAME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THUNDER-LAAAAME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THUNDER-LAAAAME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THUNDER-LAAAAME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Thunderlane: -to the crowd- SHUT UP! YOU WON'T BE CHANTING THAT AFTER I'M DOWN WITH HIM! -he drops to his knees now, and begins hitting Giz with his right fist on the forehead-

Ahuizotl: Thunderlane feels EMBARRASSED by the beating that Giz put on him! He feels humiliated by the fact that he lost this match in a little over 2 minutes!

Garble: Now he's trying to act all tough in order to keep his image going. He couldn't wait until High Stakes! He had to low blow Giz like the COWARD that he is!

-The crowd begins cheering again as Vultarian and Overdrive run down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: Thunderlane's revenge may not last too long, though!

-Vultarian slides into the ring first, and is immediately taken down to the mat with a Superkick as Thunderlane drops the Carnage title. Overdrive then enters the fray and quickly reaches down to pick the title up. He soon regrets that as he becomes the next recipient of a Superkick, rolling out to the floor after dropping the Championship in the ring-

Garble: Well that didn't go the way anyone wanted...Overdrive was looking to use the title belt as a weapon, but Thunderlane outsmarted BOTH of The Cybernetic Scavengers.

Ahuizotl: He also outsmarted Giz Hero, all things considered.

Garble: -annoyed- Yeah, but he had to resort to a LOW BLOW of all things! I can't respect that…

Thunderlane: -looking down at Vultarian with rage- YOU THINK I'M FOOLING AROUND?! I'M PISSED OFF! I'M GOING TO BE THE NEXT CARNAGE CHAMPION, SO DON'T GET IN MY WAY! -the crowd boos unmercifully as Thunderlane focuses his attention back to Giz, striking him with the title belt as he was trying to get to his feet again-

Ahuizotl: For the second week in a row, Thunderlane has spoiled the valor of Vultarian-AND ANOTHER WICKED SHOT WITH THAT TITLE BELT!

-Flitter is shown on the outside looking heartbroken-

Garble: AND GIZ'S GIRLFRIEND HAS TO WATCH THIS, JUST LIKE SHE HAD TO WATCH HER SISTER GET TORN APART BY THIS BASTARD!

-Thunderlane goes up to the top rope, mocking the fans by imitating their "booooo" sounds. He soon jumps off, hitting a Frog Splash onto Giz-

Ahuizotl: THUNDERSTRUCK! To the back of Giz Hero's ribs!

Garble: Okay, dude, WE GET IT! Get out of the ring! You've got your chance to get back at Giz Sunday!

-The booing never loses its steam as Thunderlane brings Giz to his feet. He lifts him up into the air-

Ahuizotl: All the blood is rushing to Giz's head...could Thunderlane be looking for a Brainbuster?!

-It looks that way, but we'll never know for sure as whatever Thunderlane is going for is interrupted as Thunderlane is kicked in the back of his left leg. He instinctively puts Giz back on the mat and turns around to be met with...Flitter-

Garble: -as the crowd both "OHHHs" and cheers for Flitter's actions- Oh no! FLITTER! GET OUT OF THERE, FLITTER!

Ahuizotl: YOU HAVE TO RESPECT THAT! SHE'S COMING TO THE AID OF THE MAN SHE LOVES!

Garble: I sure as hell DO, but who KNOWS what that madman will do to her?! He had NO PROBLEM treating her sister like a piece of trash, so why wouldn't he do the same to Flitter?!

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

Ahuizotl: You're right, partner...don't listen to the fans, Flitter! GET OUT OF THE RING!

-Before we can find out if Flitter will do that, Thunderlane gains a handful of her hair, glaring at Flitter with antipathy-

Thunderlane: You wanna join your boy toy on the mat, don't you? DON'T YOU?! YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM NOW! NOBODY CAN!

Garble: LET HER GO YOU SON OF A BITCH! LET HER GO RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

Ahuizotl: LOW BLOW HIM, FLITTER! JUST LIKE HE DID TO GIZ!

Garble: SHE'S IN SHOCK! I DON'T THINK SHE CAN MOVE!

-The crowd comes to life as the camera pans to the stage, which shows Cloudchaser running down it like a banshee!-

Ahuizotl: IT'S CLOUDCHASER! THUNDERLANE'S EX-GIRLFRIEND COULDN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

Garble: SHE IS HERE! THE RUMORS ARE TRUE! WHAT CAN SHE POSSIBLY DO, THOUGH?!

Crowd: CLOUD-CHASE-R! CLOUD-CHASE-R! CLOUD-CHASE-R! CLOUD-CHASE-R! CLOUD-CHASE-R! CLOUD-CHASE-R! CLOUD-CHASE-R!

-Cloudchaser gets up on the apron, her eyes welling up with tears as she screams at Thunderlane-

Cloudchaser: THUNDERLANE, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE LET HER GO! PLLLEEEAAASE!

Garble: JUST DO IT, MAN! THERE'S NO NEED FOR THIS!

-Thunderlane is looking at Cloudchaser with a sadistic smirk-

Thunderlane: LOOK WHO CAME TO SAVE THE DAY! I figured you'd be at home, crying about how you lost the best thing that ever happened to you!

Ahuizotl: That gigantic ASSHOLE! You were the WORST thing that ever happened to her!

Cloudchaser: PLEEEEASSSSE! -she continues to plead as tears run down her cheers, ruining her makeup-

Crowd: LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO! LET HER GO!

-Thunderlane seems to be about to comply, but before he can let go of Flitter, she lands a wicked SLAP across his face, which FORCES him to let her go-

Garble: OHHHHHHH! I've been slapped by a TON of girls in my life, but that sounded like one slap I would NEVER want to be on the receiving end of!

Crowd: YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU GOT BITCH-SLAPPED! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: Yes he did...look at the handprint on his face!

-Flitter looks at Thunderlane with scorn, before she turns towards her sister, who looks happy that she is free. Flitter begins walking towards Cloudchaser, but she is only able to take a few steps before she is WALLOPED in the side of the head with a Superkick! This immediately changes the emotion of both Cloudchaser and the fans, as Cloudchaser is now stunned, and the fans have reverted to booing a hole through Thunderlane-

Garble: NO! NOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: YOU BASTARD! YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARD!

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

-Tears return to Cloudchaser's eyes as Thunderlane looks down at the fallen body of Flitter with contempt. He rubs the cheek that she slapped before he blows a contemptuous kiss to Cloudchaser-

Garble: I...I can't believe what Thunderlane has just done! HE MIGHT BE THE LOWEST SON OF A BITCH IN THIS COMPANY! THERE SHOULDN'T BE A RANKING FOR THAT! WHY ARE MEN GOING AROUND AND KICKING WOMEN IN THE FACE?! WHYYYYY, DAMMIT!?

Ahuizotl: He hesitated...Thunderlane hesitated after that slap, but as Flitter began to walk towards her sisters, with hopes of reuniting with her, Thunderlane brought that dream to a tragic end, as he planted his foot into the side of her face! DISGUSTING.

Garble: AND THEN HE BLOWS A KISS TO THE GIRL WHO, JUST A FEW WEEKS AGO, HE MADE CRY ON NATIONAL TELEVISION! AND NOW HE'S DONE IT AGAIN! FOR THE SECOND TIME, THAT ROTTEN ASSHOLE HAS MADE CLOUDCHASER CRY! -with his voice more high-pitched than usual out of fury- YOU DON'T DO THAT! YOU DON'T DO THAT TO WOMEN, NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO!

Ahuizotl: It was the slap! Thunderlane looked as if he was going to submit to his hideous intentions, but Flitter's slap set him off!

Garble: ONE OF THE NICEST, KINDEST WOMEN IN THE LOCKER ROOM! She...SHE WAS ONLY TRYING TO AID HER BOYFRIEND! THAT'S ALL! AND SHE HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING IF THUNDERLANE WOULD'VE LET HER GO! HE'S A FUCKING PSYCHO! HE SHOULD BE LOCKED AWAY, NEVER TO COME INTO CONTACT WITH HUMANS AGAIN! AND I TRULY MEAN THAT! THE SLAP WAS THE ONLY HOPE FLITTER HAD OF COMING OUT OF THIS UNSCATHED! I THINK THE BASTARD WOULD'VE KICKED HER ANYWAY! HE WAS JUST HUMORING THE IDEA OF LETTING HER GO, BUT HE WOULDN'T HAVE, BECAUSE HE'S A NO-GOOD DIRTY BASTARD! THAT'S ALL THUNDERLANE IS!

-Thunderlane looks at Cloudchaser with a smirk, and then he gives her a wink before he exits the ring. There is not one single person that isn't booing him for the atrocities he has committed tonight-

Ahuizotl: Thunderlane needs a beating...he needs a beating FAR worse than the one Giz gave him tonight, because apparently, it didn't set him straight! Giz Hero needs to absolutely MUTILATE this man, because if not, he's just going to keep hurting men AND women alike!

Garble: Oh, Giz will, Ahuizotl! Giz Hero will not only retain his Carnage Championship at High Stakes, but he will make Thunderlane BEG for mercy! Thunderlane's last breath before he is beaten unconscious will be used to apologize to Flitter and Cloudchaser for being the DISGUSTING bastard that he is! This man should apologize to EVERY decent human being for giving our species a bad name!

Crowd: PLEASE DIE, THUNDERLANE, PLEASE DIE! *CLAP CLAP* PLEASE DIE, THUNDERLANE, PLEASE DIE! *CLAP CLAP* PLEASE DIE, THUNDERLANE, PLEASE DIE! *CLAP CLAP* PLEASE DIE, THUNDERLANE, PLEASE DIE! *CLAP CLAP* PLEASE DIE, THUNDERLANE, PLEASE DIE! *CLAP CLAP*

Thunderlane: -at the top of the ramp- You can all FORGET about that! I'm not dying until I become CARNAGE CHAMPION! -the crowd continues to chant what may be their harshest chant to date as Thunderlane grins at the damage he has sprawled around the ring. He then walks to the back-

Ahuizotl: Overdrive...Vultarian...Giz Hero...and the most damning causality of all...Flitter. She tried to do the right thing, and she unfortunately paid the price for it...absolutely nauseating…

Garble: Hopefully, Giz Hero can do the right thing on Sunday, which is rid the EWF of that incessant douchebag! PLEASE, Giz...please...

-We head to another commercial as no music is playing. The crowd's boos are neverending as Cloudchaser is now in the ring, on her knees, weeping and tending to both her sister and Giz-

Silver Shill: Hello, everyone. I am now being joined by The Teacher's Pets: Xavier Kendrick...and Dwight Dawson. -the camera pans to the left to show both Kendrick and Dawson, neither of whom look pleased to be there- Gentlemen, this is certainly a change of pace. You are usually joined by your teacher, Bill Nyeker.

Kendrick: -sarcastically- Egads! You do not miss a thing, do you? Impeccable observational skills…-Dawson chuckles behind him-

Dawson: Our esteemed and illustrious instructor is preparing for the big assembly involving all of the lowly flunkees he will overthrow at High Stakes.

Kendrick: -nodding- We are not allowed to join him in this convene, and any questions you have for him will only be extraneous, so you will have to make-do with his neophytes.

Silver: ...Alright. Well, since you're here, I might as well ask you about the situation occurring between the two of you, and two of the men that stand in the way of you winning the Combo of Carnage Champions...SLIME.

Dawson: -looking at his partner with a "is this guy serious" look- Snips and Snails, standing in OUR way? My, my, that's a very slanted presumption you have there.

Kendrick: Mr. Nyeker could've taught ANYONE on Lunacy...out of all of the men and women in the locker room that he observed, WE were the ones called upon for him to take the reins of. We could not be more grateful. Mr. Nyeker is the smartest man in the EWF, and he picked us for very good reasons.

Dawson: He wanted someone with brutish strength, and that is what I have. But Mr. Nyeker taught me to be strong in the brain, as well. Not just in my muscles.

Kendrick: As for me, I was as quick as a bullet; extremely agile, and light on my feet. Mr. Nyeker trained me to be light on my mind all the same.

Dawson: This is why we got a chuckle out of your statement just now...Snips, though he may be puny, still possesses a great deal of power. But the brain is the strongest muscle in your body...IF you train with it. And judging by his appearance...he hasn't done that much, if at all.

Kendrick: And Snails is quick as a whip; lanky, yet the pace he maintains could make you dizzy. But is he as SHARP as a whip? Not by any means.

Dawson: This is why we are not perturbed by their advances of us. Simply put...we are astute, and they are dimwitted. Throughout history, the intelligent have always excelled...and the idiotic, have always disappointed. This Sunday shall be no different.

Silver: While their...intelligence could be called into question...that still doesn't change the fact that, over the past few weeks, Snips and Snails have left both of you...pardon the pun, out of your wits. This includes Mr. Nyeker, which they assaulted upon attacking you both with steel chairs.

Kendrick: Need you forget, the first time they did so was after we teamed up with them, and did not expect that in the slightest, especially out of THOSE lamebrains…

Dawson: Yes, our perceptiveness was a bit deceived at the time. Moreover, during our encounter last week, I was cheaply jabbed by one of those steel chairs while the match was still going on, which the referee could not see, might I add. Had that not occurred, I would not have been as weakened, and the following assault would have turned out...DIFFERENTLY.

Kendrick: We do, however, hold ourselves responsible for what happened to Mr. Nyeker, and we have apologized PROFUSELY to him about it. Fortunately, Mr. Nyeker is a terrific man, and an astounding teacher, and he claims we are not liable for the misconduct of cowards. Much of the masses may believe that what Snips and Snails have done to us IS clever...they're trying to weed out the competition. Assure that their victory is that much more feasible.

Dawson: -he shakes his head with a scowl- But, in reality...they could not have made more FOOLISH mistakes…

Kendrick: Because now...rather than step aside, and allow SLIME to impose upon our instability...we now have more of an interest than ever in competing at High Stakes, where we will showcase the true fatuousness of SLIME, and cement our status as the most APEX...of the tag team division.

Dawson: We will be known as the most BRILLIANT Champions in the EWF. That is, until Mr. Nyeker captures his own aurum. Bring your steel chairs, gentlemen. In fact, bring any weapons you are partial to…

Kendrick: Because in the end, the only weapon we need, is greater than any weapon you two could make allowance for (think of.) -he pauses, and points to his head- Our encephalon (brain)... -with that, the two students walk off, with vengeance burning in their irises. Silver Shill simply watches them walk off-

Ahuizotl: What an insightful interview that was.

Garble: Just as you would expect from the students of Bill Nyeker. Snips and Slime have captured the ire of Dwight Dawson and Xavier Kendrick...I wonder if they even know what that means.

Ahuizotl: I think SLIME are being looked over here. They may be smarter than we think…

Garble: Huh, maybe. I guess we'll find out this Sunday. But speaking of this Sunday, and speaking of smart, the segment we're about to watch unfold could be the smartest idea our General Manager has ever come up with.

Ahuizotl: Mr. Swirlinaitis is in the ring, and right now, he will allow each participant in the Carnival of Carnage match to speak on their position in the contest.

Garble: And with some of the names that are going to be in that ring AT ONCE, things could get out of hand in a HURRY, even IF violence is forbidden.

-The camera moves to the ring, showing Mr. Swirlinaitis standing at a podium with a large grin on his face-

Swirlinaitis: My name…-the crowd already begins to boo- is Mr. Star Swirlinaitis. I am the Executive...Vice President...of Talent Relations...and tonight, I have been appointed the moderator...of a one of a kind event. As you all know...this Sunday...is High Stakes. It will be host to FOUR star-studded, earth-shattering ladder matches. It is IMPERATIVE to all of the participants of these ladder matches...that you win. Ladder matches are dangerous...they are extremely harrowing...but if you are able to survive these matches...and walk out a winner...you will obtain the ultimate prize for your pluck (courage.) One of those prizes...is just above my head right now…-Swirlinaitis look up, and the camera follows his gaze to show the Carnival of Carnage briefcase, hanging above the ring for show. The crowd cheers at the sight- There it is...the Carnival of Carnage briefcase. The representative from Lunacy who walks out of High Stakes with it...can exchange said briefcase...for a shot...at the Carnage Champions-

-Swirlinaitis is interrupted by the playing of "Retaliation" by CFO$, which brings the crowd to life in record time-

Garble: Oh man! What gall by this man, who doesn't give a crap about authority at all!

-Swirlinaitis looks at the ramp irritatedly as Flash Sentry walks out onto the stage to a roaring reception, microphone in hand. He begins walking down the ramp, donning his usual leather jacket and jeans before climbing onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle rope. He stands in front of Swirlinaitis with an annoyed look on his face-

Swirlinatis: Flash...I wasn't finis-

Flash: Yeaaah I knooooow you're never finished! You talk so freakin' slow...there ain't a need for any of this introduction crap, though, so I came down here to get this show on the road. Everyone already knows how hazardous a ladder match is. Everyone is well aware that the Carnival of Carnage briefcase is going to change the life of whoever grabs it. Everyone knows you're the -he begins impersonating Swirlinaitis- Executive Vice President of Talent Relations HUH HUH HUH! Whatever that means…-Swirlinaitis' brows being to furrow. Flash pauses, and is about to speak before the crowd chants "FLASH" again and again. When they stop, he goes back to speaking with a smirk- And really...this whole summon thing or whatever you wanna call it...it's not even NECESSARY! Everyone knows that I...am gonna win that briefcase, so can we just shut this thing down and get down to some good ol' ACTION?! -the crowd begins cheering-

Swirlinaitis: First off, Flash...there will be NO violence taking place during the course of these meetings. -the crowd boos loudly- AND if there IS...whoever initiates the violence...will lose their spot in the ladder match this Sunday. -the crowd boos more-

Flash: So you expect me...to stand here in the ring for 20 minutes or however long this is gonna take...with annoying assholes like Rumble, Klaus and Shining Armor and just...TALK to them? You expect me to last that long without getting the immediate urge to shove my FIST DOWN THEIR THROAT?! -cheers-

Swirlinaitis: I'm sure they feel the SAME way about you, Flash...and yes, if you want the chance to win the briefcase, you WILL cooperate with my instructions. This is a wonderful way to hype up Lunacy's ladder matches; by having all of the participants fill up the ring, and discuss their intentions heading into the pay per view. And I WON'T have someone like you RUIN a chance to get good ratings! -loud boos- There WILL be an 8 man tag team match following this debate, and you can unleash ALL of your aggression out on your opponents...even your TEAM if you want to!

Flash: -replies with a "not bad" face- ...Now that's more like it! Let's set this shindig into motion! -he takes a place at the back of the ring-

Swirlinaitis: -nodding- ...Thank you. With that in mind, let me introduce to you the REST of the participants in this Sunday's Carnival of Carnage match.

*Is it my eyes, when you look at me?* -many cheers follow as Rumble's duck face appears. He begins walking down to the ring, taking many selfies-

Swirlinaitis: Rumble! -lots of cheers follow as Rumble makes his way to the ring- *It's been such a long time comin', thought you'd understand…* -even MORE cheers make their way into the arena- Neon Lights! *"Under My Skin" (Original Mix) by Ilan Bluestone & Jerome Isma-Ae begins to play, eliciting tons of cheers* Klaus! -Klaus appears on the stage, waddling as he struggles to walk on the stage with his skis. Flash Sentry looks on, turning his head in intriguement (not a word but don't care) as Klaus proceeds to slide down the ramp, stopping just short before he hits the ring apron, throwing his arms up (fists closed) as he begins to take off his ski equipment as the crowd cheers wildly-

Garble: That has got to be my FAVORITE entrance of all! Klaus even avoided falling over this time!

*"Devious" by Dale Oliver brings forth our next participant to a wide array of boos-

Swirlinaitis: Fancy Pants! -Fancy struts down to the ring, sneering at the fans as the sound of a school bell ringing brings more cheers to the forefront- Bill Nyeker! -Nyeker walks down the ramp with his trusty yardstick, pushing his glasses up his nose with his usual glower on his face. Jim Johnston's "Next Big Thing" begins what might be the biggest ovation this entire segment gets- Accompanied by Suri Poloman, Bulk Biceps! -most of the men in the ring, except Rumble, who is preoccupied with taking selfies, is both confused and aggravated by the fact that Suri will be joining Bulk. Bulk paces around on the stage before he leads Suri to the ring. Our last participant makes his way to a chorus of boos with "Awakening" by Black Electric sending him out to the stage- And finally...Shining Armor! -Shining walks down to the ring with his usual cocky smirk, as fans chastise him. Very soon, all 8 men are in the ring, but Rumble has refused to stand next to any of his ugly opponents, so he is resting on the top turnbuckle, experimenting with different filters-

Swirlinaitis: Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! THIS is the field for the first ever Carnival of Carnage match! I am no longer here to speak, for that is your job from here on out. I am simply here to monitor you all, so don't do anything that would jeopardize your chance of competing Sunday…-he looks at all of the men with lowered eyes before suddenly grinning intensely- whoever would like to begin, the floor is yours.

Suri: -raising her hand- That would be me. -the crowd is already cheering as Suri smiles at their appreciation of her- I would like to provide the first statement, as it is PAINFULLY clear to me, as well as everyone else that I am the most eloquent and capable speaker in this ring. -the crowd cheers, agreeing wholeheartedly-

Nyeker: Heresy, Ms. Poloman! -he points his yardstick at her- How can you situate yourself in the perimeter of this ring and proclaim yourself the most proficient orator (speaker)?

Suri: -smirking- Well, Mr. Nyeker...you may have a colorful vocabulary, but you use your words in ALL of the wrong fashions. Does anyone TRULY buy a word you say? Why should people entertain the thoughts and opinions of a FAILED high school Chemistry teacher? Of a man who was FIRED from his low-paying job for getting into FISTICUFFS with his own STUDENTS? -the crowd "OHHHHHH"s as Nyeker's face is getting red from anger- You may claim to be a smart man, but anyone who lets themselves' lose their teaching degree over such frivolous actions is nothing more than a con, a FRAUD. Every week, you emerge from the back and try to elevate your "students" by talking them up, and relaying to the audience that, "oh, they're so smart. I've taken them under my wing and turned them from nothing to something!" But does anyone really see Mr. Kendrick and Mr. Dawson as anything more than instruments played by Bill Nyeker in order to attain his goal to for ONCE be classified as a successful instructor? -the crowd cheers- Me, on the other hand? Every time I open my mouth, a bunch of nonsense doesn't pile out. No, what comes from my mouth is sheer FACT, and these people KNOW that by now. They actually LISTEN to what I have to say, unlike you, who can only get the respect you seek by BRAINWASHING people. -cheers- Oh, but my apologies...I seem to have gotten ahead of myself...the purpose of this assembly is for each of us to make a claim towards victory at High Stakes, not my personal opinion of you, Mr. Nyeker. -she holds her hand out towards him, grinning- I'm sorryyyy…

-Mr. Nyeker only responds with a twitch of his upper lip out of fury-

Suri: NOW I can OFFICIALLY begin my proclamations…LADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEN…-they cheer loudly- my naaaame...is -the crowd begins to say her name along with her- Surrrriiii...Polomaa-

Flash: OHHHH MY GOOOOOOD. You've got the same problem as him! -he points to Swirlinaitis- Ya just keep pointing out the obvious! We all know who you are. You're the advocate to the-

Suri: THANK YOU for making that segway for me, Mr. Sentry! Yes, it's TRUE! I am the ADVOCATE for the LEVIATHAN of the LADDER MATCH! The CARNIVOROUS COMMANDEER of the CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE! And the soon to be BEARER OF THE BRIEFCASE! -she turns to Swirlinaitis- And I really, TRULY thank you for the introduction, but it simply isn't good enough for my client. It didn't have enough OOMPH, enough impact. But that's okay! That's why I'm here! Ladies and gentlemen...my cliiiieeent…-she clears her throat, as the crowd repeats- BBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLK! …. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEPS! -the fans are doing nothing but cheering as Bulk stands behind Suri with a smirk on his face-

Klaus: Eh...I'll give it a 6/10. -Suri looks at him with a raised eyebrow, as Klaus shrugs- Wasn't that good. HERE is an introduction! -he turns around to the timekeeper's area- Mad Hatter! Mad Hatter, come here, please!

-Madden confusedly points to himself-

Klaus: Yeeees, you!

-Madden gets up from his seat and jumps up onto the apron-

Ahuizotl: This goofball...he meant to say Madden.

Klaus: Show her! Show EVERYONE the introduction that a REAL star like me should receive!

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen...it is my most esteemed pleasure to present to YOU...the COOLEST, the MOST AWESOME, EVERYONE SUCKS BUT HIM…the CREME DELA CREME of COMPETITION, the SLAYER OF THE SLOPES, the BARBARIAAAAN OF THE BAVARIAAAAN..YOUR hero, MY hero! There is NO ONE GREATER, PAST, PRESENT or FUTURE..I give to YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU...KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS! -the crowd cheers excitedly as Madden hands Klaus his microphone back and steps off the apron-

Klaus: -with a wide grin on his face- Yeeeeeeeeeeees! Whatever they are paying The Mad Hatter, it's not enough! -he turns to Suri- Take that, little tiny woman. Little tiny girl with baby skirt! I wear skirts better than you.

Flash: -shaking his head- What the hell…?

Neon: I'm one for having fun and all, but I've got a question that I've been waiting to ask since this thing started…-he looks at Swirlinaitis- Why is SHE out here? -he points at Suri- I was told that my bro DJ Z wasn't allowed to join me out here...nobody else got their people out here with them, so what gives with that?

Suri: It's VERY simple, Mr. Lights. Your "bro," and anyone else that accompanies the other competitors to the ring on a regular basis ARE NOT their agents...they do not speak specifically FOR YOU. I, on the other hand, represent Bulk Biceps and all of his wrestling endeavors. Where Bulk Biceps goes, I go.

Fancy: Why? Is the giant fellow too good to talk to us? Because I'M the one that is supposed to think that way.

Flash: Yeah, is he shy or what?

Suri: No...Bulk Biceps has no need to speak. He does all of his talking with his actions both inside and outside of the ring. I thought I had made this clear on day one…

Flash: The only thing that's CLEAR to me is that "your client" thinks he's something special; like he's God's gift to wrestling.

Shining: Which isn't true, because that would be ME. -major boos follow-

Flash: Shut the hell up, Shining, before my fist becomes a gift to your face that you would LOVE to return to Walmart…-the crowd cheers- you feel the same way, too, Suri. You keep talking this big gorilla up every week, -Bulk begins eyeing Flash- saying that he's gonna accomplish this and he's gonna destroy that, but what I wanna know is, and I'm gonna say this to your client. He doesn't have to reply, you can do that for him, since you apparently know exactly what he's thinking, but I'm going to look into his fierce, Terminator-red eyes while I say it...actually, I'm gonna get REEEEAL close to him, too…-Flash walks up to Bulk, and stands right in front of him, looking up. You can see the obvious size difference between the two as Bulk is MUCH bigger- Now that I'm standing right in front of you, getting my first real look at you when you're not tearing some shit up...I don't see what the big deal is about you. -the crowd "OHHHHs" as Suri begins to get tense, as she clenches her teeth. Bulk glares down at Flash- Nah…-he's shaking his head- nah I don't. Suri's constantly spewing crap about you being the most dominant, destructive force in the EWF. She claims that whoever you step into the ring with, they are going to be DESTROYED by you, Bulk. Heh...but here's the thing...me and you...we were on opposite teams last week...and yeah, you busted me up real bad. I hurt like a motherfucker after our match...but honestly...it was pretty fun. -he smirks, as Bulk looks at Flash with a raised eyebrow as the crowd cheers-

Ahuizotl: ...What? He...he can't be serious…

Flash: Yeah! Yeah it was pretty cool! I mean, obviously the whole landing on my neck and head part SUCKED big-time...but flying through the air when you Suplexed me? It was INTENSE! It was like the most exhilarating roller coaster I've ever been on, and I LOVED IT! -massive cheers- You're gonna learn REAL quick...that I'm a glutton for punishment. I'm not saying I ENJOY being hurt, because I don't...but you throw anything you've got at me, and I'll withstand it. -cheers, as Flash turns around, pointing at Shining- You ask that guy...just how hard it is to get me to go away!

Shining: -he sighs- I'm still fighting that battle to this day...

Flash: Yeah, and you're ALWAYS gonna be fighting it, because YOU CAN'T KEEP ME AWAY! -massive cheers- You're a lot bigger than Shining Armor, Bulk, but size doesn't matter to me. You, and everyone else in this ladder match aren't going to be able to contain me. I can fall off a ladder, I can get bashed in the head with a lead pipe! You can Suplex me hundreds, THOUSANDS of times! F5 me THOUSANDS of times, but it won't keep me down, Bulk! -Flash is now on his tippy-toes, nose-to-nose with Bulk as the crowd is pumped up- I'm the IRON MAN of the EWF! I'm INDESTRUCTIBLE! That's why I'm a little confused, and honestly...disappointed...because you gave me over a dozen suplexes last week, but yet...I'm still standing…-the crowd cheers as Flash steps away from Bulk, holding out his arms- Yeah, I'm hurting, but I'm STILL ON MY FEET! Those suplexes hurt like hell, but they DIDN'T keep me down! -he gets back in Bulk's face, or as close as he can- Now I find myself wondering what the F5 feels like...I wanna know if THAT will keep me down. I hope I find out VERY soon, Bulk, because so far, after our first encounter…-he shakes his head- I'm not buying it. I'm not buying you as this rugged monster of a man...what I think is that you're ALL. HYPE. -the crowd "OHHHHHHs"- You're just a marketing ploy, Bulk. All you are is something for people to chant. "Su-Plex Ci-Ty," that's what everyone chants. And let me tell you...I'm not afraid of marketing. I'm not INTIMIDATED by marketing! And I sure as hell ain't intimidated...by YOU. -the crowd cheers at Flash's declaration- I DARE you to keep me down at High Stakes, Bulk! I IMPLORE YOU to make me want to never fight you again! I'll be waiting for you to unleash your TRUE monstrous tendencies on me…-he steps back with a smirk, looking at Suri- Suri...you tell your boy...you tell your client to not go easy on me. Let him really ROUGH ME UP! -cheers- I WANNA GO TO SUPLEX CITY AGAIN! AND THIS TIME...tell him to put some stank on it! -the crowd's cheers are insanely loud as Bulk smirks at Flash-

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

Suri: -is chuckling- I like you, Flash...keep in mind that I think you're completely INSANE…

Flash: -he nods- Yeah I got that a lot.

Suri: But I like you, nonetheless. And my client is very amused by your demands. I can ASSURE you that Bulk Biceps has seven free tickets to Suplex City for ALL of his opponents at High Stakes! -cheers- NO ONE will be spared! But the pain Bulk would normally inflict on you is going to be MAGNIFIED with the inclusion of ladders now, so Flash...be careful what you wish for. -she smirks- I warned EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU before the Battle Royal...I told you, that, whoever would make the final cut should not even SHOW UP to High Stakes. Alas, you all have more guts than brains, because it appears you all will be at the pay per view, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. Fine then...it doesn't make a difference to me. But you're all going to wish that you would've heeded my words when you're all being crammed tightly into the same ambulance.

Neon: Yo, girl, you can stop doing that now, alright? I'm with Flash...ya boy ain't scary. He's just a hairy, sweaty ape. -the crowd "OHHHHHs"- And the only reason you talk for him is that we wouldn't know what the hell he was saying. All that would come out is a bunch of cavemen talk; grunts and chest-beating. That ain't terrifying, man, it's just a JOKE.

-Bulk is standing in place, seething with anger as he glares at Neon-

Neon: Yo, look at him! He's sweating right now, and all he's doing is STANDING THERE and looking menacing. Yeah, I said LOOK, because he AIN'T menacing. If he was as much of a conqueror as you say he is, then he wouldn't even BE in the ring right now! THUNDERLANE would be here with us! But no, Big Daddy Bulk LOST the battle royal! We all ELIMINATED him!

Suri: -she claps sarcastically- Well congratulations, Mr. Lights...you are now the most narrow-minded individual in this ring. I commend you! The keyword in that nonsensical spiel of yours is "we." Yes, you...as well as EIGHT other men KNEW they could not withstand my client on their own, so they promptly teamed up to dispose of him. Braaaavo, Mr. Lights! You would rather hide behind the success of multiple men rather than try to become relevant on your own. Come on now...any one man would succumb to Bulk Biceps...9 men? That's an entirely different story...NO MAN can conquer those odds. The ONLY hope one of you have of winning this Sunday is if you employ that same strategy. You must combine your forces to eliminate my beast from the running.

Neon: Thanks for the tip, then. -he begins looking around the ring at all of his opponents- I don't like most of you guys, but this Sunday...we need to unite as one to get him out of the equation!

Fancy: -he scoffs- I don't require the help of DEADBEATS like the lot of you any longer...I will carve my OWN path to greatness, and I won't allow any of the underprivileged to SOAK UP my prestige like a lowly SPONGE.

Nyeker: That is a strategy spawned straight from the cerebrum of an Elementary school student…

Neon: Screw you guys, then! I hope you're the first to get Suplexed, ya lameasses!

Suri: Tsk, tsk...it was a good idea in theory, but even if you WERE to get on the same page, you still wouldn't be able to overthrow my client! I am giving you all ONE last opportunity to refrain from showing up at High Stakes.

Neon: Your scare tactics ain't gonna keep me away from that briefcase! You are gonna see EVERYONE of us there, honey. But Shining Armor won't be there long...he'll show up, but he'll wind up running away as soon as the bell rings. -the crowd cheers loudly-

Shining: Hey! Shut your ass up!

Neon: Why should I? Does it sting to hear the truth?

Shining: Why in the HELL would I walk out of this match? A shot at the Carnage Championship is on the line!

Neon: -Neon now gets in Shining's face- ….Because deep down...you know that you can't win. -the crowd cheers insanely loud-

Shining: -smirking amusedly- What? And you think YOU can?

Neon: Well hell yeah I do! If I didn't, I wouldn't show up!

Shining: Well OF COURSE you're going to say that...of course you think you're going to win. EVERYBODY in this ring says they're going to win. But when I say it...I MEAN it. -the crowd boos- I KNOW I'm going to win...because that's what I do. I'm a WINNER. -more boos-

Neon: Huh...is that why I beat you last month? -the crowd "OHHHHHs" before breaking out into cheers-

Shining: Everybody knows that was I fluke! -crowd boos- And I proved that later in the night when Team Luna BEAT Team Rich. -he smirks-

Neon: YOU didn't beat Team Rich. THE SWORD beat Team Rich! -cheers- If they weren't on your team, guess what? Mr. Rich would STILL be in control of Lunacy. That clown right there? -he points at Swirlinaitis- He wouldn't even have a JOB! -mega cheers- Neither would that blueberry bitch Luna! You, Cadance, Sunset...your bitch boys Snips and Snails? None of you would have ANY power around here, and Lunacy would be a MUCH better place. How can you call youself a winner when you don't even EARN these opportunites you keep gettin'? You got Snips and Snails to get you a bye into the semi-finals of King of the Ring, and just recently, you got entered into this damn ladder match without even breaking a SWEAT. You weren't even APART of the Battle Royal! You didn't EARN your way into this ladder match like this rest of us!

Fancy: Yes, that's very true…-he walks up to Shining and begins glaring at him- What makes YOU so deserving of this entitlement? That should be ME getting all of the special treatment! I say, old chap…-he gets into his face- it would be wise of you to remove yourself from this equation...and save the spotlight for someone that actually DESERVE it!

Nyeker: -he points his yardstick at Fancy Pants- Don't you use terms you don't know the meaning of! The correct lexeme you meant to convey instead of "equation" was "formula!"

Neon: Face it, Shining...you're not in this position because you're good at wrestling. Nah...you're in it because you're good at KISSING ASS. -the crowd's cheers reach a boiling point as Shining Armor looks insanely frustrated-

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

Swirlinaitis: STOP! This is getting out of control! There's no need for this!

Flash: Let me jump in here because I'VE got a question now! -he looks at Swirlinaitis- And it's for YOU, your hoarseliness. What would you do if boy wonder got physical right now? Would you kick him out of the match?

Swirlinaitis: -is nervous- I...I….

Flash: HUH? WOULD YA? If Shining punched me in my face RIGHT NOW, would you take him out of the ladder match?!

Swirlinaitis: I uhh…

Flash: ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION! You said that there will be "no violence" in the course of this segment, so what happens if The System's male prodigy takes a swing at one of us? Would your put your bias aside and treat him like he's one of us? Or would ya give the bastard a pass, because, otherwise, you wouldn't get a taste of Luna's moon pie? -the crowd "OHHHHHs"-

Swirlinaitis: Why you...shut the hell up!

Flash: YOU WOULDN'T DO IT, WOULD YOU?! I knew it...see, shit like this is why I NEED to win on Sunday. I NEED to become Carnage Champion, because that gives me POWER. Power I can use to run you…-he points at Shining- and all of the other jackoffs that make up The System out of Monday Night Lunacy! -mega cheers-

Neon: Whoa, whoa whoa, Flash...I'm after the same thing, you know. How come it has to be YOU that wins in order for this show to get better?

Flash: I'm not saying it wouldn't be better if you didn't win...I'd rather have ANYONE as Carnage Champion rather than Shining Armor. But I just don't want Lunacy to improve...I want to be Carnage Champion myself. That's why we're all here, right?

Neon: I feel ya, I feel ya. The sentence just had a weird wording. I got your back no matter who wins, man. -they both fistbump-

Shining: Well isn't that touching? I'm glad you two are still so "close"...I doubt that would last very long if it came down to just you two at the top of that ladder. Only one of you would walk out with the contract, so what would you do?

Neon: Duh...we'd fight. -cheers-

Flash: Yeah, but we'd make sure to kick YOUR ass first! -more cheers-

Shining: That's going to forever be a pipe dream, boys. Two guys like you, the bottom of the barrel would NEVER be the final two, battling it out for the top spot. The top spot is only reserved for ME. You can say I'm nothing but an "ass kisser" all you want, Neon. You both can push my buttons all you want. I may have lost in the King of the Ring tournament, but so did YOU. And you lost because you're not good enough. This Sunday, you're going to lose AGAIN. ALL of you are going to lose, and I am going to win. These people that say I'm only in the spot I'm in because of my standing in The System are just jealous...The System recruited me. They saw something in me that the rest of you just...don't have the ability of showing. -he shrugs- That's just life. I'm not going to run Sunday. Not a chance. All of you will find out that I have gotten this far because of my talent, something which NONE of you have more of than me.

Nyeker: -chuckling- Oh your poor, ignorant fools...what you fail to realize is that you are only as talented as your brain ALLOWS you to be. Those with weak brains have weak muscles, weak bodies, and a weak foundation. The truth of the matter is the winner of the briefcase simply boils down to who is the most resourceful, the most shrewd. A ladder match is not just about senseless malapropism (barbarism)...you must have a keen sense of surroundings, substantial leg muscles, and the creativity to put your opponents through as many feats of misery imaginable. Hmph….luckily for me, I am at the top of that chart.

Fancy: If it were not for a Championship match being the reward for winning, I would not even COMPETE in such a grueling, uncivilized bout…-boos-

Flash: You're always welcome to drop out of the competition.

Fancy: NEVER! If I am forced to SOIL my aristocratic image in order to further my career, than I will put my body through AS MUCH pain as it takes!

Klaus: I must take offense to all of your inaccurate claims! Everyone talks about how they will win this Sunday, yet they seem to forget that I, too shall be involved in this contest. Some of you are strong, you are smart, you can take an ungodly amount of punishment, but I, Klaus, possess the ULTIMATE advantage! I am the world's greatest skiier, and as a skiier, I am used to being on top of high surroundings. I have skiied down some of the tallest mountains, peaks and summits in the world. You think a tiny baby ladder will get the better of me? Hahaha! I eat ladders for BREAKFAST. Another advantage I have is that ladders...are from my homeland! -mega cheers from the crowd-

Crowd: KLAUS! KLAUS! KLAUS! KLAUS! KLAUS! KLAUS! KLAUS! KLAUS!

Flash: You're telling me that the Germans created ladders?

Klaus: Yeeees! If you do not believe me, Bing it!

Garble: Who uses BING…?

Crowd: BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING!

Klaus: Yeeees! Bing is ALSO from my homeland! All of you tiny, tiny men can say you will win all that you want, but I have THREE other advantages that puts me ahead of the Carnage curve. I am the coolest, the most awesome, and THE BEST. In layman's terms...at High Stakes...I win, and all of you...LOSE. -ultra cheers follow-

Fancy: Forgive me, but...why are you even here? -boos- No, no, I'm being serious. -he walks up to Klaus- You're not...you're not a wrestler. You're out of your element, my friend. -massive boos- Go home. Go back to Germany! You're a complete and utter DISGRACE to the world of professional wrestling! You claim that you are the most "stylish" athlete in the EWF? Well I don't see anything stylish about you! Case in point...what are you wearing?! That has got to be the most atrocious ring attire I have ever seen!

Klaus: It is a homage to my skiing career.

Fancy: That's all well and good, but THESE AREN'T THE SLOPES. This is the EWF! Don't pretend that you are high class, just because you wear nice suits and make much money between your two careers. You don't look as good in suits as I do, and you aren't a member of the ELITE like MOI. -boos-

Klaus: You will soon be a member of the elite, alright...the elite club that have fallen to the NUMBER 1 SKIER, turned NUMBER 1 WRESTLER in the world...KLAUS! -massive cheers-

Fancy: Oh, PLEASE. You're nothing but a POSER. -the boos return-

Flash: Alright, you snooty shithead…-cheers- I personally find Klaus to be HIGHLY annoying...but as a member of the elite club he referred to, I can vouch that he is good. REALLY good.

Klaus: Yeeeees! …..Continue! Give me more praise! Even Flush knows I am the bona fide BEST.

Flash: I never said that, but you did beat me two weeks ago, WITHOUT cheating, too. Not like some POMPOUS PRICK did in the Battle Royal! -he glares at Flash, gaining more cheers- Fleur De Lis had to save your ass MULTIPLE times. She even wound up hitting me in the NADS in order to set up you eliminating me!

Fancy: I won't deny that. But I also won't deny that it was BRILLIANT of me to utilize the lovely Ms. Fleur like that. It certainly isn't something YOUR incompetent mind could ever think of!

Neon: ...WHOA! Damn, Pantsy! You're pretty freaking stealthy!

Fancy: What are you blabbering about, you clod?

Neon: I just never knew you were out here, dude! In fact, I don't even remember seeing you in the Battle Royal!

Fancy: I was in the FINAL TWO, you fool! One elimination away from not having to deal with any of you twits!

Neon: Ahhhh...that must explain it. Any match involving you isn't very memorable. -many cheers- Seriously, when was the last time you were even relevant?

Fancy: I am ALWAYS relevant, thank you very much. I was closer to the Carnage Championship on that night than you have EVER been! And I've had more victories this month than YOU, good sir. I will CONTINUE my streak of relevancy this Sunday, when I capture the Carnival of Carnage briefcase.

Neon: Speaking of relevancy…-he looks around the ring, finally spotting Rumble- Of freaking course...the guy whose entire GOAL is to always be relevant hasn't said a damn word this entire time. That makes perfect sense! -he walks over to Rumble, tearing his phone out of his hands-

Rumble: -speaking into his microphone for the first time- HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!

Neon: -now gets into Rumble's face- ….You're not taking this seriously...are you?

Rumble: EW! GET YOUR FACE AWAY FROM ME!

Neon: ANSWER ME, DAMMIT! You haven't said ONE thing for this entire segment! You haven't argued with anyone of us! You've just been lounging your ass on this turnbuckle! How many selfies did you freaking take?!

Rumble: Ohhhh...I don't know…-he seriously begins to think- Maaaybeeee...about 3000 or so?

Neon: That wasn't a real question! Also, how has the flash of the camera not blinded you yet?!

Rumble: Because my eyes are perfect, just like every other part of my body. They would NEVER double-cross me.

Neon: Alright, bro. What about my other question? Why you bein' all silent? You're NEVER silent.

Rumble: Ugh, because I enjoy talking about MYSELF. But that UNFORTUNATELY isn't the premise of this little gathering, now is it? Whatever any of you have to say is IRRELEVANT to me, because the only thing about this match that interests me is getting that briefcase. I'm not going to talk about the ladder match because it would be a waste of my breath.

Neon: Just HUMOR ME, bro.

Rumble: JUST GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!

Neon: I'm not letting you have it back until you tell us what you think about the match this Sunday.

Rumble: -he whines- FINE! I'm not going to keep blowing on hot air like the rest of you, though...none of you are in my league. Not when it comes to in-ring ability, or looking as good as I do. -he smirks- I am the first ever Carnage Champion, and once I win that briefcase, I will become the first ever TWO-TIME Carnage Champion. Mark my gorgeous words.

Neon: Cool, thanks for that, bro. -he hands Rumble his phone back- And mark MY words when I say I'm going to turn that pretty face of yours into a scratched up record...that will only be good for something new I can mix with.

Rumble: Oh yeah? Well I'm going to drop you like a MIX-TAPE. -"OHHHHs"-…"bro"! UGGO! …..UG-BRO!

-Neon can only chuckle as Rumble frowns at him-

Swirlinaitis: Okay, I believe that is enough. Thank you all for co-operating. Your final test before High Stakes is to see if you can get along with each other. We will find that out during our next match, an 8 man tag team match pitting Bulk Biceps...Flash Sentry...Neon Lights...and Bill Nyeker against Rumble...Klaus...Fancy Pants...and Shining Armor! -the crowd cheers as the men get set up in their corners. Crew members at ringside enter the ring and remove Swirlinaitis' podium-

Garble: I honestly didn't expect that to go as swimmingly as it did!

Ahuizotl: There were some occasions when it nearly came to blows, but overall, everything went fine. I don't know about you, but I'm even MORE excited to see how all of these combustible elements are going to react when they collide ALL AT ONCE this Sunday!

Garble: You're damn right I am! The ladder match is going to be UNREAL. I'm also SUPER pumped for this 8 man tag team match!

-The camera spots Snips and Snails sneaking down the ramp, each with steel chairs in their hands-

Garble: Oh would you look at THIS? Snips and Snails, mischievously walking down to the ring, and look what they've got in their hands!

Ahuizotl: You can't possibly miss it! The steel chairs they've used in recent weeks to brutalize Bill Nyeker and his students. And it looks as if they want to take Mr. Nyeker out before this match begins!

-Nyeker stands at the bottom of the ramp, awaiting SLIME with demented eyes. He doesn't have to get his hands dirty, though, as Kendrick and Dawson emerge from the backstage area and rush down the ramp, each of them knocking Snips and Snails to the cold steel of the ramp-

Garble: -as many cheers break out- Speak of the devils! Dwight Dawson! Xavier Kendrick! What kind of students would they be if they allowed their teacher to be assaulted here tonight?!

Ahuizotl: Bill Nyeker looked prepared to do battle with them, but he won't need to waste energy now!

-As Snails gets up, still wielding his chair, he attempts to strike Dawson with it. But the massive fist of Dawson punches the chair out of Snails' hands, which drops his jaw-

Garble: Oh fuck! Dawson just blocked the steel chair...with his FIST!

Ahuizotl: And that fist may soon be CRAMMED down the throat of Snails!

-Kendrick wrestles Snips' chair away from him before cracking it into the small of his back. This sends Snips scurrying down the rest of the ramp and tumbling over the barricade on the left side. Kendrick runs after him as Dawson grabs ahold of the still shocked Snails and drags him over to the same barricades. Dawson then chucks Snails over the barricade and moves his big frame over to fight with him in the crowd-

Garble: This is WILD! The Teacher's Pets and SLIME, brawling out into this HORDE of Lunacy fans!

Ahuizotl: Snips and Snails were caught COMPLETELY off guard once Dawson and Kendrick arrived! Their ambush of Bill Nyeker has backfired, and now they are trying their hardest to retreat through this capacity crowd!

-As SLIME is driven farther back into the crowd due to the persistent beatings Dawson and Kendrick are giving them, which is exciting the crowd beyond belief, Bill Nyeker is grabbed by his sweater vest and pulled into the ring from under the bottom rope by Shining Armor, which quickly turns the crowd's excitement into boos-

Ahuizotl: And Shining Armor for ONCE is actually ready to fight!

Garble: -as the bell rings- But he had to grab Bill Nyeker while he was paying attention to the ruckus happening in the crowd! Nonetheless, this HUGE 8 man tag team match is now underway!

Match 3: Bulk Biceps w/ Suri Poloman, Flash Sentry, Neon Lights and Bill Nyeker vs Klaus, Shining Armor, Rumble and Fancy Pants

-6 minutes later-

-Flash and Rumble are the legal combatants for their teams. Flash has Rumble's head trapped between his legs at this moment-

Ahuizotl: Rumble may be about to drown in a Flash Flood!

-Rumble breaks free of Flash's grasp, however and shoves him into a nearby corner. Rumble then springboards off of the ropes and catches Flash with a Dropkick-

Garble: Oh! A GORGEOUS Springboard Dropkick!

-The dropkick makes Flash stagger into the middle of the ring, where he is then dropped to the mat with an Enziguri from Rumble-

Ahuizotl: Two successive kicks cause Flash Sentry's offense to be stunted!

-Rumble makes a quick cover and gains only a 2 count. Afterwards he frustratingly rips out the hair tie which creates his man bun and throws it aside-

Garble: Uh oh...the hair tie is being disposed of! It must be time to get REAL serious.

-8 minutes later-

-Neon Lights runs off the ropes as Shining Armor is leaning over. Neon jumps into the air, looking for Balancing Levels (Scissors Kick,) which Shining Armor avoids by side-stepping out of the way-

Garble: That was a close one! That Scissors Kick could've cut Shining Armor in half!

-As Neon falls to the mat after missing, Shining Armor grabs him by the hair with both hands and brings him to his feet. He then nails Neon with his signature, The Ice Dagger (which is Matt Hardy's Side Effect)-

Ahuizotl: A vicious Sitout side slam! Shining calls that The Ice Dagger, and it just pierced the heart of Neon Lights!

-Shining makes a cover, getting a 2 and a half count on Neon Lights-

Garble: It was almost lights out for Neon and his team, but not quite!

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

Ahuizotl: Neon Lights might be the most popular member of this match, and it shows by his insane amount of fans trying to will him on here!

-4 minutes later-

-Bill Nyeker hoists Klaus onto his shoulders before climbing up to the middle rope-

Garble: Uh oh...it looks as if Klaus could soon be joining the Honor Roll!

-Klaus begins sending elbows into the side of Nyeker's head in hopes of breaking out. He soon does so, and positions himself on the middle rope next to Nyeker-

Ahuizotl: What in the hell is Klaus going to do up there?!

-Klaus gives an answer as he lifts up Nyeker for a back suplex. He then jumps off the middle rope, and instead of slamming Nyeker into the mat back-first, he grabs a hold of Nyeker's legs while still holding him up, before slamming his face into the mat while Klaus himself sits out onto the mat (this is very hard to describe, so just look up "Drew McIntyre belly to back facebuster" on YouTube-

Garble: -as the crowd pops huge- OH DAMN! BELLY TO BACK WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!

Ahuizotl: KLAUS MAY HAVE JUST SCORED THE WIN FOR HIS TEAM!

-Klaus uses his strength to move Nyeker over onto his back as he sits on his chest, sticking Nyeker's right left into the air-

*1…..2…-Nyeker kicks out at the last second, as the crowd "OHHHs" at how close that was-

Ahuizotl: It doesn't get much closer than that! This terrific match CONTINUES!

-4 more minutes later-

-Bulk and Rumble are now the legal participants, as Rumble gets caught in the clutches of Bulk-

Garble: SHIT! SHIT! Prince Pretty may be going for a flight here soon!

-Bulk launches Rumble behind him with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but AMAZINGLY, Rumble LANDS ON HIS FEET, rather than falling to the mat, which excites the crowd in no time-

Ahuizotl: MARVELOUS! RUMBLE LANDS ON HIS FEET!

-Bulk turns around and is met with a Supermodel Kick to his jaw-

Garble: SUPERMODEL KICK! RUMBLE HAS THE BEAST STUNNED!

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

Ahuizotl: ABSOLUTELY! That could wind up being the move of the night!

Rumble: -as he quickly tags in Fancy Pants- I KNOW I'M AWESOME! -which the crowd cheers highly at-

Garble: Most people would be a bit more humble after pulling something like that off...but not Rumble. Oh well, here comes Fancy Pants!

-Fancy enters the ring and approaches Bulk, who is down on one knee as a result of the Supermodel Kick. Fancy applies the Cobra Clutch to Bulk and brings him to his feet-

Garble: Million Dollar Dream! The Million Dollar Dream is locked in!

Ahuizotl: Fancy Pants can go one of 3 routes here: He can either keep the submission hold locked in, or transition it into the Elite Execution, or the Luxury Sweepstakes! Which will he choose?!

-Fancy never gets the chance to join, as Bulk lowers himself to the mat before flipping Fancy over-

Garble: He took too long! Bulk Biceps escapes, and that's absolute BAD NEWS for Fancy Pants!

-As Fancy gets to his feet, he is hoisted onto Bulk's shoulders, which the crowd begins to cheer because they know what happens next-

Ahuizotl: ON THE SHOULDERS! ONLY ONE WAY TO GO FROM HERE!

-Shining Armor enters the ring in an attempt to break up the F5, but HE is the one who is stopped by Bill Nyeker, who also enters the ring and tackles Shining to the floor-

Garble: BILL NYEKER'S IN THE RING! SHINING ARMOR IS THWARTED!

-Nyeker and Shining fall out to the floor through the bottom rope. Nyeker continues to pound on Shining before picking him up and throwing him into the base of the announce table-

Garble: OH CRAP! We might want to get out of here, 'Zotl! Bill Nyeker's about to do some remodeling, and he's starting with our table!

-Klaus has since entered the ring, and he pulls Fancy off of Bulk's shoulders to where his feet are now planted back on the mat-

Ahuizotl: Klaus entered the ring at just the right time. Fancy Pants was about to be swept away with an F5!

-Neon Lights enters the ring via springboarding off the top rope. Bulk leans over so that Neon can soar over his body. Neon is flying right towards Klaus, trying to dispose of him, but HE gets disposed of by Rumble, who also just entered the ring, and is hit with a spectacular Supermodel Kick!-

Garble: -loud "OHHHHHHHHs" from the crowd, followed by a plethora of cheers- JESUS CHRIST! NEON LIGHTS JUST GOT SUPERMODEL KICKED OUT OF THE DAMN AIR!

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

Ahuizotl: What did you expect?! 8 of the BEST male competitors in the EWF make up this match!

-As Rumble turns around, he is met with Flash Sentry, who has jumped off the top rope and takes Rumble down with a Flying Elbow Drop-

Garble: AND HERE COMES FLASH NOW! He's ready to rumble!

-Flash gets to his feet and comes face-to-face with Klaus, who was waiting for him with an arrogant smirk-

Klaus: Hahahaaaa! You could never plant your elbow into my head like that, Flush, you tiny TINY man! Yeeeees! Your elbow is weak and brittle, and my head is made of concrete! Yeeees! If your elbow would to come into contact with my head, it would SHATTER.

Flash: -looks amused as he smirks at Klaus- For real? Huh...okay, let's test that! -Klaus is not prepared as Flash drives the point of his elbow into Klaus' forehead. Klaus, as expected, falls to the mat in pain as Flash shakes his arm and holds his elbow with his other hand, mocking pain-

Garble: And a good-old fashioned elbow for Klaus, not of the diving variety!

Ahuizotl: That may have been the greatest exchange I've ever seen in the ring…

Flash: Huh...that was some pretty weak concrete.

-Nyeker now has Shining Armor on the announce table, locked in his Number Cruncher armlock-

Garble: These two are ON TOP of our table now! Bill Nyeker is trying to rip Shining Armor's arm OUT OF ITS SOCKET!

Ahuizotl: Bill Nyeker 's eyes always look so INTENSE when he locks in the Number Cruncher!

-Back inside the ring, the referee is busy dealing with Flash that he isn't able to see Fancy Pants rake the eyes of Bulk Biceps, which the crowd boos at-

Garble: And inside the ring, Fancy Pants goes after the eyes of Bulk Biceps!

Ahuizotl: I don't like that, but I suppose that is ONE way to neutralize a beast.

-Flash, fortunately witnessed the vile tactic. He responds by picking Klaus up and chucking him at Fancy Pants, which sends both of them into the mat-

Garble: GREAT MOVE BY FLASH! He used Klaus as a Bavarian lawn dart in order to immobilize Fancy Pants, and help his partner out!

Ahuizotl: It's a good thing he caught the eye rake, otherwise Fancy Pants may have gotten away with it.

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

-Klaus' sacrifice will not be in vain...well, at least not to Flash's team. Bulk recovers from the eye rake and is breathing heavily with anger as he lifts up Fancy Pants onto his shoulders-

Garble: Let's try this again...Shining Armor is preoccupied with Bill Nyeker, Rumble and Klaus have been taken out. Now that just leaves Fancy Pants to be finished off with an -Bulk lets Fancy spin out of his arms before he faceplants into the mat- F...5! THUNDEROUS AS ALWAYS!

-Bulk flips Fancy over onto his back and hooks his leg, the crowd counting along as the referee drops to the mat-

*1…...2…...3!* -The crowd cheers loudly as Bulk sits on the mat, snarling as he is still in the mood to fight-

Madden: Here are YOOOUUURRRR WINNEEEERRRRS...BIIIIIIILL NYEEEEKEEERRRRR..NEEEEEOOOOOON LIIIIIIIIIGHTS..FLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAASH..SEEEEENTRRRRYYYY..AAAAND BUUUUUUUUUULK..BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEPS!

-The commentators have no time to discuss this match as, when Bulk gets to his feet and turns around, Flash is flying towards him after jumping off the top rope. He attempts a Diving Elbow on Bulk, but Bulk wraps his arms around Flash's waist, letting his feet land on the mat before he positions himself behind Flash. Flash is then flung backwards, his spine and neck crashing into the mat with a German Suplex!-

Ahuizotl: Oh Flash...why on EARTH would you want to pick a fight with Bulk Biceps?!

Garble: They've got unfinished business after last week. Flash wants DESPERATELY to get the best of Bulk.

-That suplex sends Flash rolling out of the ring as Bulk walks around the perimeter of the ring, his muscles tightening as each breath that exudes from his body is filled with rage-

Garble: Bulk's like a caged animal that was just released from the cage, looking for something to maul or pounce on!

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

Ahuizotl: ...That. Pretty much that.

-Bulk exits the ring and approaches the announce table. He shoves both Nyeker, and by virtue of him still having the Number Cruncher locked in, Shining, off of the table-

Garble: OH FUCK. He's made his way over here! I'M MAKING A RUN FOR IT!

Ahuizotl: Not happening! We've got a job to do!

Garble: I KNOW, BUT THIS IS TERRIFYING! He did pretty much SAVE Shining, though...I don't think Bill was EVER going to release him from the Number Cruncher.

-Nyeker can only look up, his eyes filled with horror as he sees Bulk towering over him-

Ahuizotl: Bill Nyeker's eyes tell the entire story right there…

-Bulk grabs hold of Nyeker's sweater vest, and in one fell swoop lifts him off of the ground, up into the air in a Gorilla Press Slam position, and throws him over the announce table where Nyeker lands into the chairs of Garble and Ahuizotl!-

Ahuizotl: -he and Garble now standing in the timekeeper's area- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHO CAN STOP THIS MAN?!

Garble: LUCKILY WE GOT OUT OF OUR SEATS IN TIME! Bill Nyeker WASN'T so lucky, though!

-Bulk then begins tearing off the table cover before removing the monitors, the crowd cheering loudly because they know a table spot is coming up-

Ahuizotl: And HERE comes the remodeling!

-Bulk sets his sights on Shining Armor, also bringing him to his feet-

Garble: Any normal person in this situation, I'd feel sorry for...but since it's Shining Armor, I just CAN'T bring myself to care.

Ahuizotl: His arm already may be broken, but now he has to contend with this HULKING individual!

-Bulk puts Shining up on his shoulders and stands in front of the announce table. He lets loose his warcry before flinging Shining off of his shoulders. Shining, unfortunately for him, has no choice but to allow his entire body to crash through the announce table, as the crowd roars in appreciation and awe-

Garble: THROUGH THE TABLE! F5 THROUGH THE GODFORSAKEN TABLE!

Ahuizotl: ANYBODY WHO CROSSES THIS BEASTLY MAN MAY NOT EVEN MAKE IT TO HIGH STAKES!

-Bulk admires the wreckage he is creating with Shining lying on the heap that used to be the announce table, and Bill Nyeker lying facedown on the chairs. He turns around and just in time, notices the boot of Rumble coming quickly towards him. Bulk ducks under to avoid the Supermodel Kick-

Garble: OHP! Rumble tried to get the jump on his former bodyguard!

-Rumble will wind up paying for that as Bulk latches his hands around Rumble's waist and German Suplexes him onto the ring apron. Rumble falls to his knees before falling face-first on the floor, severely placing an arm on his back, which must feel on FIRE right now as he kicks his legs against the floor again and again, trying to block out the pain and failing MISERABLY-

Ahuizotl: GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE BY-GOD APRON! THAT'S THE HARDEST PART OF THE ENTIRE RING, AND RUMBLE'S BACK JUST GOT SHATTERED AGAINST IT!

Garble: He's literally having a SPASM just a few feet in front of us! Let this be a lesson to everyone else in the back: DON'T PISS OFF BULK BICEPS!

-The next competitor up on "Who Wants to be Suplexed Until their Medical Bill is Worth a Million Dollars" is Neon Lights, who attempts to Baseball Slide into Bulk. Just as he has to everyone else's offense, Bulk sidesteps the attempts, at which point Neon has slid through the bottom rope, and is now standing in front of Bulk-

Garble: WHEN WILL YOU FOOLS LEARN?!

-Neon is able to mouth the words, "oh shi-" before Bulk's arm find their way around his chest. Neon is then Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplexed, his back landing on RUMBLE'S back, which only intensifies poor Rumble's pain-

Ahuizotl: This is both an incredible, yet FRIGHTENING scene! Bulk Biceps could single handedly take out his ENTIRE competition for this Sunday! There may be NOBODY that can compete with him in the Carnival of Carnage!

-Rumble is now practically a human mattress, though not a comfortable one in the SLIGHTEST, for Neon Lights-

Crowd: -directed at everyone BUT Bulk- YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE ALL STU-PID! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: Unfortunately, the crowd is right...in this situation, at least. But I don't blame these guys. Whichever one of them is able to best Bulk Biceps definitely has to be considered the one to watch the most in the Carnival of Carnage.

Ahuizotl: Everyone of Bulk's opponents are like hunters, and Bulk is the wild game this month. The only problem is, Bulk is the type of game that will turn YOU into THE hunted!

-Bulk looks around, seeing that there is nobody else to exact his wrath on. Suri walks up to him-

Suri: EXCELLENT display! With that, shall we call it a day?

Garble: Suri has a real PLAYER in her mitts, that's for sure…

-Bulk nods once, a scowl still etched across his face. Suri leads the way as Bulk follows her, beginning to walk towards the ramp. He is just about home free before he gets a face full of lead pipe, courtesy of…-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd is losing their shit- FLASH SENTRY! WITH LEAD PIPE IN HIS HAND, FLASH DOVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND SMACKED THE PIPE RIGHT INTO THE CRANIUM OF BULK BICEPS!

Garble: THAT'S THE PIPE HE TOOK FROM CADANCE LAST MONTH! It's actually been a FULL month since he did that! Flash was hiding that pipe in his damn BOOT the ENTIRE TIME! I guess that's a good a place for it as any!

Ahuizotl: -As Flash gets to his feet, his crazy eyes being showcased as the fans in the front row smack him on his chest in stomach to tell him he did a good job- Well, that pipe is certainly being put to -Bulk is on one knee as Flash walks over to him and THWACKS him in the side of the head with the pipe- GOOD USE! -Bulk now falls to the floor completely as Flash jumps onto the left barricade at the bottom of the stage, holding the pipe in his hand as the crowd is going INSANE for Flash-

Garble: THE BIG MAN'S DOWN! FLASH TAKES DOWN BULK BICEPS, THANKS IN PART TO THAT PIPE!

Ahuizotl: It would make sense that only a foreign object could take Bulk Biceps out of the game!

-As Flash is standing on the barricade, his left foot is grabbed out from under him by Klaus. Flash's head collides with the top of the barricade as he falls to the floor-

Garble: And now Klaus! KLAUS isn't finished yet!

Ahuizotl: Don't count Klaus out! He defeated Flash in his debut match! He's shown to be VERY resourceful over the past few weeks.

-Klaus picks up the pipe that Flash dropped and measures him, making the "GET UP" gesture with his hand. When Flash does get up, Klaus strikes his forehead with the pipe, immediately allowing Flash to drop back down to the floor-

Garble: AND A HELLACIOUS BLOW! That lead pipe is being used AGAINST its current owner!

Klaus: YEEEEEES! I AM THE GREATEEEEST! -some of the crowd cheers in response-

Ahuizotl: That has yet to be seen, but he IS the only one standing right now!

-To make sure it stays like that, Klaus walks over to Bulk and lands one final hit with the pipe on his forehead-

Garble: And ANOTHER shot for good measure! Klaus trying to make sure that Bulk Biceps does NOT get back up, because if he did, hell would surely be UNLEASHED!

-Klaus slides the pipe into the ring before he reaches under the apron-

Garble: Is he retrieving another toy to play with?

-That question is answered as a ladder is soon pulled out. The crowd cheers in response-

Ahuizotl: Of course! This Sunday is ALL about ladders! Klaus may as well accustom himself to them while he can!

Garble: Yeah, you're right. It's a good strategy that will surely give him a slight advantage over everyone else.

-Klaus then slides the ladder into the ring before entering the ring himself. Klaus begins to set up the ladder by himself, making sure to place it right under the briefcase-

Ahuizotl: It looks as if Klaus has NO desire to use the ladder as a weapon. I think he's going to climb it!

Garble: Well, the briefcase IS hanging above the ring for show. Perhaps Klaus is conducting a simulation of this Sunday, LIVE on Lunacy!

-Klaus begins climbing up the ladder, rung by rung. Klaus makes it to the second rung from the top before he reaches up, touching the briefcase for the first time-

Ahuizotl: And Klaus becomes the first man to come into contact with the Carnival of Carnage briefcase!

-Klaus holds onto the briefcase steady with one hand as he uses his other to unhook it. Much of the crowd cheers in delight as Klaus pulls down the briefcase from the cable, holding it high above his head with both hands-

Garble: And there you have it! He may have lost the match, and Bulk may have decimated just about EVERYONE else in it, but despite all of that, KLAUS is the only one standing amongst all this wreckage!

Ahuizotl: And he's standing on top of a ladder, with the Carnival of Carnage briefcase in his grasp. Could this be a sign of things to come at High Stakes?!

Garble: If Klaus has anything to say about it, it WILL be! He claims he is the awesomest, the best, and if he wins this Sunday, he could very well be CHAMPION at any time he chooses. The future of the EWF will be forged at High Stakes, and Klaus could be the CENTERPIECE of that future!

Ahuizotl: If you thought the havoc we witnessed tonight was unbelievable, just wait until this Sunday! The action will be absolutely OFF THE CHARTS!

Garble: I can't WAIT! The Carnival of Carnage! The absolute PERFECT name for something of that nature!

-Klaus' theme music is playing as a "KLAUS" chant breaks out amongst the Lunatics as Klaus is now sitting on top of the ladder, holding the briefcase in his lap, a grin that may never leave his face on...well, his face-

-The camera shifts to the trainer's room, where Cloudchaser is sitting in a chair beside Flitter, who is lying on one of those trainer beds, holding an icepack against her right cheek as Cloudchaser has an arm around her sister. Giz is busy pacing around the room, looking like a man possessed. He walks to the door and opens it up as a knock is heard-

Giz: -taking a sigh of disappointment- ...Hey there, Silver...I was really hoping I'd see Thunderlane as soon as I opened the door, so I could beat him until he had to be carried off to a hospital!

-Silver walks in, gaining smiles from both Flitter and Cloudchaser. Silver waves at them with his own smile-

Silver: Very sorry to deceive you, Giz. Hello, Dr. Stable. How is Flitter holding up?

Dr. Stable: Not too bad at all. Her cheek is just a little swollen, but other than that, everything is in tip-top shape.

Flitter: Mhm. All I need is to hold this icepack against my face for a little longer.

Giz: What I do to Thunderlane the next time I see him will end in a chalk outline being traced around his BODY!

Silver: -standing next to Cloudchaser- How are you holding up now, Cloudchaser? There were rumors that you might be in attendance for tonight's show.

Cloudchaser: I'm here because...no matter what happens, this is my job, my LIFE. Wrestling is my greatest passion. I'm here at Monday Night Lunacy to compete.

Flitter: And she'll be competing with ME, because sisters do EVERYTHING together!

Cloudchaser: -she giggles while nodding at Flitter- That's right! -her smile suddenly drops- I don't know mentally if I'll ever be the same, but...I can't stay locked up in my house forever, crying about how wonderful our relationship could've been...for a while, I thought Thunderlane lashed out at me because of something that I did...I put all of the blame on myself. But, like always, Giz and Flitter were there for me, and they helped me understand that, none of this is my fault. It simply boils down to Thunderlane being...a jerk. -she sniffles, trying to prevent more tears from escaping- Something I never thought he had the capability of being...

Flitter: -now she is the one to put an arm around her sister- He was ALWAYS a jerk, Cloudchaser. You are MUCH better off without him. He doesn't deserve someone as awesome as you.

Giz: He's MORE than just a JERK! He's an ABOMINATION of the human race! And after High Stakes, he'll be a DEADMAN!

Silver: I know you're hot right now, Giz, but I'm sure you realize that, if it wasn't for Flitter, YOU would be sitting where she is right now.

Giz: Yes, I know. I SHOULD BE sitting there! Flitter never deserved to get KICKED! It should've been ME who had taken her punishment!

Flitter: Don't say that, Giz! I don't want to see you hurt!

Giz: AND YOU THINK I WANT TO SEE YOU SUFFER LIKE THIS?! NO! I DON'T. -Flitter winces at Giz's outrage- I'm sorry for yelling, but recently, all the people I care for in this business have been getting HURT! And it's all at the bidding of ONE man...yes, because of Flitter, I wasn't dropped on my head, but it would've been WORTH getting dropped on my head if she wouldn't have gotten Superkicked! I would've taken a THOUSAND Brainbusters, a THOUSAND Superkicks, a THOUSAND of whatever that bastard has lined up! I would put myself through ANY physical barrier if it meant Flitter and Cloudchaser NEVER had to get hurt again!

-Flitter and Cloudchaser frown at Giz's words, even though inside they appreciate his concern over them-

Giz: This is just...this is just so FUCKED UP! -he turns towards Dr. Stable- Why isn't HE in here?! I split that asshole's chin WIDE open! Shouldn't he be in here to get stitches?!

Dr. Stable: He went to go see Dr. Maroon, instead.

Giz: -rolling his eyes in anger, whispering under his breath- That motherfucker…

Silver: Let's speak about what you did to Thunderlane during your match, Giz. You did just what you've said you were going to do what you got your hands on him: You nearly obliterated him!

Giz: -nodding vigorously- I sure did, and I've got NO PROBLEM doing it ALLLLL over again at High Stakes! I WAS going to go easier on him, and have a straight-up wrestling match with him then, but after what happened tonight...no. I will NEVER go easy on that bastard. Whenever I see him, I will WHOOP HIS ASS, harder and harder EACH TIME! I'll tell you, Silver, I've NEVER been as excited for a match as I was tonight...when Luna came to me, and told me I would be teaming up with Thunderlane, I couldn't help but smile. I don't think I've ever smiled so widely in my LIFE!

Cloudchaser: It was an EVIL smile, mind you.

Giz: -waving off Cloudchaser's claim- Details, details. I was just in complete and utter EUPHORIA to be able to finally get ahold of him! And I didn't waste a single SECOND, either...once the bell rang, my fun began! How many Uppercuts did I hit him with? -he looks around at everyone in the room, hoping they have an answer- 40? 50? 60? I lost count, but I busted his chin open after about HALF of whatever the number was. What is crazy is that I am NOT a violent person, but I was ELATED when I saw Thunderlane's blood! That's the kind of reactions you get when you're pummeling the man who has been TERRORIZING those you love…

Silver: And after ALL of those Uppercuts, Thunderlane was STILL able to get to his feet, and go after you, his opponents, and, unfortunately...Flitter. -he frowns-

Giz: I will give him ONE thing, and one thing ONLY...he can sure take a beating. His durability is AMAZING. But what I can't wait to find out is...will Thunderlane get up after our next encounter? Can Thunderlane endure another confrontation with me? I don't think he can. Like I said...this Sunday WON'T be a wrestling match…-he shakes his head- far from it. So when I bash Thunderlane with 50 more Uppercuts, and the stitches in his chin BURST, and a fountain of blood gushes out, will Thunderlane continue to fight...or will he fall to the mat? Whichever route he takes, doesn't matter to me, because whether he stands, or he falls, I will CONTINUE to strike, I will CONTINUE to pummel, I will CONTINUE to abuse and VICTIMIZE Thunderlane...and I will be just as REMORSELESS, just as INHUMANE, just as CALLOUS as he was when he badmouthed Cloudchaser...when he Superkicked Flitter...at High Stakes...all of my rage, all of my emotions will transform me into the embodiment of Thunderlane...although, unlike him, who likes to sought out, and prey on anyone he comes across...I will not be the same. No...because I have only ONE person on my radar...just ONE person that I wish to dismantle...and that...is Thunderlane. I look forward to finding out if he can survive the onslaught I have planned for him...or if...he will PERISH. And Silver Shill...I will enjoy every...single...SECOND...of the mauling...that I present to Thunderlane...the only person that WON'T...is Thunderlane HIMSELF.

Silver: -even Silver Shill looks terrified for Thunderlane as he looks at Giz with wide eyes- Well, uhhh...thank you for that. Good luck to you on Sunday, Giz, -he then turns around- and good luck to you ladies in your match tonight.

Flitter: Thanks, Silver! And who knows…-she points at herself and her sister- one of us could be fighting at High Stakes, as well.

Silver: That certainly may happen. If it does, I wish you luck in the ladder match.

Giz: So long, Silver. -he can only muster a tiny smile at Silver as he walks out of the room. Silver waves to everyone before closing the door. With the haunting words of Giz Hero, we take another commercial break-

Ahuizotl: -as Lyra and Bon Bon's theme is playing- And we have returned to Monday Night Lunacy, where 9 women have currently piled into the ring, for what is to be a Battle Royal to decide the final participant in the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match at High Stakes.

Garble: We've got some fresh faces, some familiar faces, and some who tried to make the cut in a previous Battle Royal a few weeks ago. But there is still ONE face missing...a woman who has no problem BREAKING faces if she has to!

-The sound of glass shattering sends the fans into a frenzy, as the other 9 women in the ring brace themselves for who will be the biggest competition-

Ahuizotl: Well, there's 9 faces in the ring that are available to break! With reference to breaking, when the sound of glass breaking hits your ears, you know only ONE woman can come out!

-The camera continues to film the stage in hopes of capturing the final participant's entrance. Many seconds go by, however, and that woman is nowhere in sight-

Garble: This is...there's something off about this…

Ahuizotl: Precisely...WHERE is Berry Punch? I really hope she isn't unconscious backstage, in a pool of her own vomit.

Garble: That would be a callback to when she first started in the EWF. Berry has put those days WAY behind her! She's way more responsible now!

Ahuizotl: Well where is she?! This could be the last opportunity she gets like this!

-Everyone in the match but Indigo Zap is standing in front of the stage. Indigo is staying in the back, preparing for her first match on the big stage of Monday Night Lunacy-

Garble: -as Indigo throws some practice jabs- Everyone awaiting...the arrival of Berry Pun- -he is interrupted as Berry Punch crawls out from underneath the apron, the crowd collectively cheering all at once- THERE SHE IS! IT'S BERRY PUNCH!

Ahuizotl: BERRY PUNCH WAS UNDER THE RING!

Garble: I KNEW she wouldn't allow herself to pass up an opportunity like this!

Ahuizotl: Everyone in the ring has their backs turned to her, but Berry doesn't give a damn! -she slides into the ring behind Indigo Zap as the bell immediately rings upon her doing so-

Match 4: Berry Punch vs Indigo Zap vs Bon Bon vs Lyra vs Flitter vs Cloudchaser vs Honeycomb vs Sadie Sandals vs Sugarcoat vs Twinkleshine

-Upon entering the ring, all of the women in the ring turn around to see Berry getting to her feet. Indigo follows upon hearing the bell. Berry is right behind Indigo as she turns around and nails her with a right hand. This knocks Indigo back into the ropes on her right, after which Berry hits her with a right hand so hard that it sends her over the top rope. Berry finishes the job by pushing Indigo's feet, which causes her to fall down to the floor-

Garble: Indigo made a TERRIBLE mistake staying behind everyone else!

1st Elimination: Indigo Zap by Berry Punch (1) (0:06)

-Twinkleshine decides to run at Berry with her jaw dropped over how easily she eliminated Indigo Zap. Berry ducks her attempted clothesline and vaults her over the top rope, where she then falls to the floor next to Indigo Zap-

Ahuizotl: Another elimination! Berry Punch has shocked everyone by hiding under the apron!

2nd Elimination: Twinkleshine by Berry Punch (2) (0:10)

-The rest of the women at the front of the ring begin walking towards Berry, looking to end her little tirade here. Berry will have not of that, and looks to get the jump on them LITERALLY as she leaps at the women farthest to her left (which is Lyra and Sugarcoat,) knocking them both into the corner behind them. The 5 other girls (because Lyra and Sugarcoat are in the corner) begin to swarm around Berry. Before they can do any damage, Berry is able to grab both of Lyra's legs and swing them over the top rope. Lyra is able to hang on, but a right hand from Berry causes her to collapse to the floor-

Ahuizotl: LYRA IS GONE! Bon Bon may be enraged by that, but she could be joining her soon!

Garble: EVERYONE could! Berry Punch is a HOUSE OF FIRE!

3rd Elimination: Lyra by Berry Punch (3) (0:17)

-Sugarcoat tries to punch Berry, but Berry catches her fist. Needing to escape from this crowd of girls that has surrounded her in the corner, Berry shoves Sugarcoat into the 3 girls blocking her escape on the left (which happens to be Flitter, Sadie and Honeycomb.) Sugarcoat crashes into the three, knocking all 4 of them down to the mat!-

Ahuizotl: Sugarcoat is being used as a human bowling ball!

Garble: This is a game of 9 pin bowling to Berry Punch, and she's already eliminated three of those pins!

-The two women on Berry's right are Cloudchaser and Bon Bon. Bon Bon now has an even greater incentive to eliminate Berry, but a wrench is thrown into her plans as Berry kicks her in the gut, before nailing her with a Bar Tab!-

Garble: BERRY IS SERIOUSLY GOING TO FIGHT HER WAY OUT OF THE CORNER! WITH EASE SHE'S GOING TO FIGHT OUT OF THE CORNER!

-Bon Bon is picked up and chucked over the top by Berry, racking up another elimination for her-

4th Elimination: Bon Bon by Berry Punch (4) (0:28)

Ahuizotl: BERRY PUNCH MAY JUST ELIMINATE EVERYONE IN THIS ENTIRE DAMN MATCH!

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

Garble: SHE'S COMPLETELY CAPTIVATED THIS CROWD!

-Before she can turn around after eliminating Bon Bon, Cloudchaser has approached Berry and turns her around. Berry responds by kicking Cloudchaser in the gut-

Ahuizotl: NOT ANOTHER ONE! It seems Cloudchaser should've tried to get Berry out when she had the chance!

-Cloudchaser avoids disaster, however, as she pushes Berry away from her before she can connect with the Bar Tab. Berry is pushed right to Sadie Sandals, who has just gotten up to her feet, and has her back turned to Berry. Berry unleashes a clothesline to the back of Sadie's head, which knocks her over the top rope and down to the floor-

Garble: Even when Berry isn't TRYING to eliminate people, she does anyway!

5th Elimination: Sadie Sandals by Berry Punch (5) (0:36)

Ahuizotl: In just over HALF of a minute, Berry Punch has gotten rid of HALF of her opponents in this match!

Garble: It seems NOBODY wants to be in that ladder match more than her!

-Berry looks to her left side and grabs Flitter by the neck with both hands. She then drags her over to a nearby corner, allowing her to sit in it as she puts the boots to her chest-

Ahuizotl: Flitter, becoming a victim to the proverbial stomping of the sandcastle!

-Cloudchaser interrupts Berry while she is stomping by turning her around again. Berry grabs Cloudchaser and throws her down onto the mat to where she is seated against Flitter in the corner, the crowd's cheers reaching insane heights-

Garble: And now CLOUDCHASER gets the same treatment as her sister!

-Berry begins stomping into Cloudchaser's chest, which puts pressure on Flitter as her sister is pressed against her with each stomp-

Ahuizotl: No one in this match is safe from the surliness of Berry Punch!

-Berry turns around and makes her way out from that corner. She bounces off the ropes and, as Sugarcoat turns around upon getting to her feet, is Thesz Pressed down to the mat by Berry, who mounts Sugarcoat and begins punching the daylights out of her. She continues punching her until she is caught with a boot in the back of the head from Cloudchaser, which knocks her off of Sugarcoat-

Garble: And here comes Cloudchaser from behind! A win tonight in this Battle Royal would erase the wet blanket that's been hanging over her head for the past 3 weeks.

Ahuizotl: That is why I wouldn't mind at all if Cloudchaser won. That young lady needs SOMETHING to be happy about!

-Cloudchaser gets Berry to her feet and Irish Whips her, leaning down before Berry hits the ropes. Cloudchaser is expecting Berry to bounce back to her so that she may hit another high impact move on her, but Berry stops her own momentum once she hits the ropes. She walks up to Cloudchaser and leans down enough herself so that Cloudchaser can clearly see the pair of middle fingers that Berry shoves right into her face-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd pops HUGE for Berry's retort- OH! The double birdies! Berry Punch does not give a DAMN what ails you!

Garble: All you are to her is a body in this Battle Royal. A body she intends to chuck over the top rope!

-Berry then kicks Cloudchaser in the gut after flipping her off. Cloudchaser only has time to look at Berry with a shocked expression before she is grabbed by her hair and LAUNCHED over the top rope, flipping over the top and face planting into the floor on her way down

Garble: -as the crowd "OHHHHHHs" at the impact- OH JEEZ! Cloudchaser was just PROPELLED over the top rope by Berry Punch!

Ahuizotl: That was a nasty, NASTY landing she took there…-a bit of the crowd boos at the elimination of Cloudchaser- And it sounds as if some of these fans don't like the fact that Cloudchaser's aspirations for High Stakes are going to end here.

Garble: Hey, I'm kind of bummed out, too, to be honest. Berry Punch is a bad-ass girl, but I think many people wanted Cloudchaser to win this match so that she could finally have another positive outcome in her life.

Ahuizotl: It's definitely another heartbreaker for her, but her sister IS still in the matchup. I KNOW that Cloudchaser would LOVE for her sister to get a victory here.

Garble: You're right, man. That would certainly make a lot of people happy. Can she pull it off, though? Can she survive against the elimination MACHINE that is known as Berry Punch?!

6th Elimination: Cloudchaser by Berry Punch (6) (1:15)

Crowd: -a small portion- LET'S GO FLI-TTER! -a much larger portion- LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY! LET'S GO FLI-TTER! LET'S GO BER-RY!

Garble: Flitter's got her fans, but the majority want to see Berry Punch make it to High Stakes!

Ahuizotl: Honeycomb is another favorite, and she's still apart of the match, as well.

Berry: -leaning over the top rope as Cloudchaser sits on the floor, trying to compose herself- Hey. I'm sorry, sister, but I've been put through too damn much to let ya get one over on me…-she is about to turn around, but she soon wishes she would've done so sooner as Sugarcoat sneaks up from behind and lifts her over the top rope-

Garble: -the crowd OHHH'ing as Berry is on the verge of being eliminated- BERRY PUNCH! BERRY PUUUUUNCH! -Berry hangs onto the top rope with both hands as she squats, soon able to pull herself back onto the apron. The crowd cheers, happy that she is safe-

Ahuizotl: Berry's called herself the toughest daughter of a bastard many a time, and that's proven to be true, but even SHE has a heart. She can show compassion, she can show sympathy!

Garble: Yeah, and that compassion nearly cost her a chance to compete at High Stakes! She was almost ousted by Sugarcoat, a new face on CCW, who debuted just last week, and had an impressive showing in a match against Tree Hugger, which she lost.

-Before Berry can be knocked off the apron, she shoves her left foot through the middle rope, planting it into Sugarcoat's midsection, which knocks her back. Berry then re-enters the ring and does what Sugarcoat did to her: Toss her over the top rope-

Ahuizotl: The rookie might be eliminateeee- -Sugarcoat deploys the same strategy as Berry, and hangs onto the top rope- NO! No, she hangs on!

-Berry brings her boot through the middle rope again, which hits Sugarcoat's waist. She STILL hangs onto the top rope, however. Berry has one last resort, which is placing her arms around the neck of Sugarcoat is driving it DOWN onto the top rope! THIS causes Sugarcoat to lose her balance, as she ultimately drops to the floor below-

Garble: Not for long! What an INNOVATIVE elimination by Berry Punch!

Ahuizotl: It was basically a Bar Tab done ON the apron, with Sugarcoat's throat being JAMMED into the top rope, forcing her to crumble to the floor. If that doesn't sound painful, then I don't know WHAT is!

7th Elimination: Sugarcoat by Berry Punch (7) (1:35)

-Behind Berry Punch, Flitter has Honeycomb hooked. Honeycomb escapes Flitter's attempted offense and shows her backwards. Berry turns around just in time to wrap one arm around Flitter's waist, and use the other arm to grab onto her trunks for leverage. Berry then flips Flitter over the top rope, where she lands on the apron safely-

Garble: Flitter, in an EXTREMELY precarious position! SO many eliminations have occurred from the apron tonight!

-Berry moves out of the way as Honeycomb comes running and jumping at her. Honeycomb's elbow crashes into an unsuspecting Flitter, who is knocked off of the apron entirely-

Ahuizotl: Flitter is OUT! That's unfortunate…

Garble: It looked like Flitter was about to hit her Flitter Flip on Honeycomb, but Honeycomb got loose and promptly shoved Flitter RIGHT into harm's way!

8th Elimination: Flitter by Honeycomb (1) (1:49)

Ahuizotl: Neither sister will be moving onto High Stakes, which is disheartening, but we MUST look ahead...coming up on the two minute mark, THESE are our final two competitors...Honeycomb. Berry Punch. One of these women will advance to High Stakes, while the other WILL NOT.

Crowd: -almost all of the crowd- LET'S GO BER-RY! -a small bit- HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB! LET'S GO BER-RY! HO-NEY-COMB!

-Honeycomb approaches Berry, smiling from ear-to-ear-

Honeycomb: Yay! We made it to the final 2! How about a good luck hug? -the crowd cheers very loudly as Honeycomb outstretches her arms-

Garble: AWWWWWW! I know a possible Championship match and a shot at IMMORTALITY is on the line but DAMMIT TAKE THE HUG! TAKE THE FREAKING HUG! IF YOU DON'T TAKE IT I WILL JUMP INTO THAT RING AND TAKE IT FOR YOU!

Ahuizotl: Easy there, eager beaver...Berry would probably kick your ass.

Garble: PROBABLY? There isn't no "probably" about it. She totally WOULD! But I DON'T CARE! IT'D BE WORTH IT TO GET TO HUG HONEYCOMB!

Ahuizotl: You're acting like a real creep right now..

Crowd: HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG! HUG!

Garble: SEE?! EVERYBODY wants them to hug! COME ON, Berry!

-Berry smirks, shrugging as she moves her arms towards Honeycomb's frame. Immediately upon doing so, Honeycomb's outstretched arms morph into just ONE of her hands grabbing the hair of Berry and rushing her to the ropes-

Garble: WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

-Honeycomb chucks her over, much to the shock and AMAZEMENT of the crowd. Berry manages to hang out, but the whole thing is still awesome-

Ahuizotl: IT WAS A RUSE! IT WAS ALL A PLOY THOUGHT UP BY HONEYCOMB!

Crowd: THAT WAS CLE-VER! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS CLE-VER! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS CLE-VER! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS CLE-VER! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS CLE-VER! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS CLE-VER! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* -this chant quickly turns into- 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 LOVES IT! Either they want HONEYCOMB to win now, or they're just voicing their DELIGHT over that nearly FOOLPROOF plan!

Ahuizotl: It's foolproof because Berry Punch was able to stay on the apron, but the concept and delivery was BRILLIANT. But how do we know that Berry HERSELF wasn't going to pull the SAME thing?

Garble: That's a good point, man. Berry doesn't seem like the hugging type. Regardless, HONEYCOMB was the one who acted on it first, so SHE gets ALL of the credit!

-Honeycomb thrusts her shoulder through the middle rope in an attempt to get rid of Berry, but Berry again avoids disaster by stepping to the side. Berry then latches her hands around the ears of Honeycomb and YANKS her through the middle rope and onto the apron-

Ahuizotl: They're BOTH on the apron now!

Garble: It's anybody's ballgame!

-Berry kicks Honeycomb in the gut before delivering one FINAL Bar Tab ON THE APRON-

Ahuizotl: Berry Punch HITS A HOME RUN!

-Honeycomb reacts by landing back-first on the apron with her left arm and leg hanging off to the side. That winds up not being enough to keep her sustained on the apron, as she ultimately slides the rest of her body down to the floor, the crowd celebrating all at once as the bell rings-

Garble: IT'S OVER! High Stakes…"Marble Cold" is coming for you!

Madden: Here is YOOOOUUUUURRRR WINNNEEERRRRR...BEEEEERRRRRRRYYYYYYY..PUUUUUUUNNNNNNNCH!

-Berry falls into the ring through the middle rope, throwing her arms into the air as she gets onto her knees, very worn out as a result of her dominant show in that match-

Ahuizotl: We have NEVER seen such a DOMINATING performance in a Battle Royal as we did tonight with Berry Punch! She eliminated EIGHT of her opponents. That is all but ONE, ladies and gentlemen!

-Berry begins climbing onto each of the corner's middle ropes, flinging her middle fingers into the air as the sea of Lunacy fans all around the arena envelop her in cheers and applause-

Garble: I don't even think she got ONE elimination in the Battle Royal a few weeks ago, but Berry was absolutely a completely different animal here tonight on Lunacy! At one point, she had eliminated HALF of the competition before we even hit the ONE MINUTE mark! She had so much to prove after losing her spot at High Stakes against Trixie last week. Many women in the locker room won't be happy. They may think Berry Punch got another undeserved opportunity tonight, but none of that matters. What matters is that Berry Punch is once again a part of the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match!

Ahuizotl: I do not know why Luna even allowed her to compete in this match. Perhaps she thought Berry might fail again, and only wanted to get a good laugh out of her failure?

Garble: That sounds like something Luna would do. I don't think Berry Punch gives a DAMN what Luna had in mind, or that she thought she would fail again, because in Berry's mind, she KNEW she wouldn't fail again. She COULDN'T fail again! Who knows when she would get an opportunity like this again if she did?

Ahuizotl: Failing wasn't an option for Berry Punch tonight, as she spoiled the hopes of 9 other women who were also striving to compete at High Stakes. In the end, those 9 women couldn't extinguish the fire that had been lit under Berry Punch since her match with Trixie last week. That fire is coming STRAIGHT for High Stakes, where she could very well burn down the ENTIRE arena, escaping with that briefcase.

-Berry exits the ring through the middle rope, walking backwards up the ramp as she holds her middle fingers up into the air, ECSTATIC on the inside, but that can't be shown by the brusque (or gruff or sharp I DON'T KNOW I CAN'T REALLY DESCRIBE IT IT'S NOT EXPRESSIONLESS LIKE MAUD AND SHE DOESN'T LOOK ANGRY WHY WOULD SHE BE ANGRY SHE FUCKING WON THE MATCH BUT SHE HAS HER EYEBROWS FURROWED A BIT AND HER UPPER LIP IS SUCKED INTO HER MOUTH A LITTLE BIT AGAIN I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS THE WORDS I USED LIKE GRUFF OR SHARP MAY BE COMPLETELY WRONG BUT THEY SOUND LIKE THEY WORK BUT THEY MIGHT NOT FUUUUUCK SHE HAS A FACE OKAY BERRY PUNCH HAS A FACE AND RIGHT NOW THE LOOK ON HER FACE SAYS "I'm not angry, I'm not expressionless, but man, I'd like to pop open a cold one and kick Luna's purple ass" I DON'T KNOW IT'S ROUGH LOOKING WHAT I'M TRYING TO DESCRIBE THE FACE I MEAN IS ROUGH LOOKING!-

Garble: But before she gets there, Berry has ONE last stop she needs to take. She'll get the opportunity to do what she does best...well, besides fighting and drinking: TALK. Berry will be given a live microphone, and be given the opportunity to talk to each of her opponents at High Stakes.

Ahuizotl: That will surely be a sight to see, and we don't have to wait much longer for it! Berry Punch claims victory in this Battle Royal in under THREE MINUTES. What an INCREDIBLE performance…

-We catch Berry Punch turning her back on the fans as she does her signature walk through the curtain-

9th Elimination: Honeycomb by Berry Punch (8) (2:24)

-We cut to the office of General Manager Luna, as she is half-sitting on her desk, watching in disgust at the outcome of that match-

Swirlinaitis: -bracing himself for the wrath of Luna- That is an unfortunate outcome…

Luna: -pinching the bridge of her nose to suppress her anger- Berry will be a PAIN to deal with during the hearing tonight...I figured those 8 women would've teamed up to dispose of her, but I never anticipated Berry to stash herself under the ring.

Swirlinaitis: She is smarter than we expected…

Luna: That may be, but she is not as smart as US. -she smiles, looking back at Swirlinaitis- And she isn't good enough to outlast 8 other women in a deadly ladder match, especially the combined effort of Trixie and Cadance.

-Swirlinaitis nods with his own smirk, as a knock on the door is heard-

Luna: You may come in. -Luna is surprised to see Klaus of all people, enter her office, holding the lead pipe he took from Flash earlier in his hand-

Klaus: -grinning and putting his arms up (fists not balled up)- I...have ARRIVED.-he approaches Luna with a wide smile-

Luna: -flashing a surprised smile- Well...hello there, Klaus.

Klaus: Hello there, Ms. -he nods in the direction of Swirlinaitis- Mr. -Swirlinaitis nods back with a smile-

Luna: I...I did not expect you to come here. Thank you for knocking and not barging in here.

Klaus: Yeeees! I am the most courteous man.

Luna: Well um...what may I do for you?

Klaus: Oh, well uh...I just came by your office to...deliver this its rightful owner. -he holds out the lead pipe to Luna-

Luna: -looking at the lead pipe with a dropped mouth- Wow, Klaus-that's...that's very thoughtful of you.

Klaus: Yeeeees! I always do the ring thing. When I see an old lady having trouble walking across the street, I tell her to go home, because old ladies should be inside their homes, knitting lederhosen and baking oatmeal cookies. When I spot a little kitty stuck in a tree, I find a mouse and throw it up onto the branch the kitty is situated on, because soon enough, the kitty will die if it isn't able to nourish itself. -he shrugs- It is what I do, because I am the coolest, the best, and the most awesome.

Luna: Well…-she grins- you certainly ARE. You didn't need to do this at all!

Klaus: It didn't belong to that kleptomaniac Flush Centaur, and I have no use for such a thing, so I brought it back to the source.

Luna: -she nods, sitting it on her desk- Well, it really belongs to Cadance, and she isn't here right now, so I will hold onto it until she comes back.

Klaus: Excellent!

Luna: You know...you've really been impressing me the last few weeks, Klaus. The flawless tactic of keeping yourself out of the ring in the Battle Royal until the time was right, your MAGNIFICENT victory over Flash Sentry, and though you didn't win tonight, you were standing tall over everyone, with the Carnival of Carnage briefcase over your head at the top of the ladder. That could very well happen this Sunday, as well.

Klaus: Yeees! I am used to blowing people away. But I blame my partners for the loss I suffered. If I were in the ring with Flush Centaur, Book Bicentennial, Nylon Lice OR Bib Nesquik, I would have defeated them! I could've even defeated them ALL AT ONCE, AND my stupid partners, because none of them are as cool, as awesome or as good as me.

Swirlinaitis: Don't you think you should...know the names of the people you're wrestling?

Klaus: -he shakes his head- Their names do not matter. The only name that matters in this ladder match on Sunday, is the one who will be announced as the victor...KLAUS.

Luna: Well, one of those men you speak of is Shining Armor, a talented member of The System, but I do admire your beaming confidence. Tell you what...I don't want you to think I DON'T appreciate you bringing back Cadance's lead pipe, because I DO. I TREMENDOUSLY appreciate it, as Flash Sentry had been holding it hostage for a month, and was the absolute LAST person that needed to hold it...here on Lunacy, I like to compensate my talent when they do something good for me, or if they show a lot of promise...and Klaus, not only have you done a good deed today, but I see MASSIVE potential in you.

Klaus: -he smirks- Good to know your eyesight is above reproach.

Luna: So here is what I'm going to do for you...as repayment for returning The System's pipe, REGARDLESS of the outcome of High Stakes, whether you win OR lose...you, Klaus...will be given a shot...at the Carnage Championship.

Klaus: -his eyes grow wide- YEEEEES! I am so happy I could start CLOGGING. Clogging is from my homeland, you know. -he winks toSwirlinaitis-

Swirlinaitis: Aw, COOL! I LOVE clogging! We should clog sometime!

Klaus: Yeeees we should! -he turns back to Luna, clearing his throat- When will I receive my title shot?

Luna: Well, depending on who walks out Champion at High Stakes, it may or may not be at the next pay per view...but REST ASSURED...you WILL be given a Championship match at SOME POINT next month.

Klaus: GLORIOUS! I look forward to my opportunity, to which I will undoubtedly THRIVE in, just like everything else in my life I have taken on.

Luna: -she nods- And I will undoubtedly be looking forward to you becoming the Carnage Champion.

Klaus: -he turns around, walking towards the door- Yeeeees! Yeeeeeeeees! YEEEEEEEEES! -he closes the door, as Swirlinaitis is snickering-

Swirlinaitis: He is CERTAINLY a character…-the scene fades out at Luna is too trying to contain her laughter.

The camera shifts to a random part of the backstage area, where the Lunacy theme song is playing as we see Diamond Tiara making her way through a hallway, Championship around her waist, huge smile on her face-

Garble: A big announcement from our General Manager...and speaking of big, when we come back, a BIG Championship match will take place!

Ahuizotl: Diamond Tiara will ONCE AGAIN defend her Crater Chick Championship against an unassigned female on the roster. 6 days before High Stakes, will the high stakes of Diamond Tiara's invitational cost her the title? We will find out...NEXT!

-We cut to commercial with Diamond grinning at some backstage workers as they wish her good luck in her title defense-

Madden: Ladies and gentlemeeeen...RrrrrrrrUUUUUMBLEEEEE...haaaas leeeft..the buiiiildiiiiing…-much of the crowd boos-

-"Rich Girls" by The Virgins creates a plethora of cheers inside the Asylum-

Madden: The followiiing conteeest, scheduuuled for ONE FAAAALL..iiiis, for the CRAAAAATEEERRRR..CHIIIIIIIIIIIIICK..CHAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIIOOOOONSHIIIIIIIIP! Introducing..FIRST. Froooooom LOOOOOONEYYYYYYVIIIIIIIIILLEEEEE! Weighing in at 125 POOOOOOOUNDS..she iiiiiis..the CRAAAAAAAATEEEEEERRRR CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK CHAAAAAAMPIIIIIIIOOOOOON...DIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAMOOOOOOOOOOOND..TIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAARAAAAAAA!

-The crowd cheers the Champion heavily as she makes her way down to the stage, huge smile on her face, and title belt strapped across her waist-

Ahuizotl: Another week, another title defense for Diamond Tiara. She wasn't able to put her title on the line last week, but this week, she's geared up, and ready to face the unnamed challenger that awaits her.

Garble: Diamond has been this for one calendar month now. It all started at Lunapalooza last month, where Diamond competed in a CLASSIC Fatal 4 Way match with Turf, Scootaloo and Silver Spoon. Ever since then, she's raised the bar with Rosely Reigns and Lightning Dust in back-to-back weeks. I can only imagine who will take the challenge on this episode of Lunacy!

Ahuizotl: NOBODY knows. Not Diamond, not you or I, not even our own General Manager knows who is going to walk through that curtain! But to Diamond Tiara, that's not an issue. She will take on ANYONE in the back that thinks they can beat her for the Crater Chick Championship.

Garble: That's what this whole invitational is about. Giving an opportunity every week to someone new. Whether it be someone who wants to step out into the limelight for the first time, or someone who wants to add another accolade to their resume. It's all about the Crater Chick Championship, and if someone new is going to step up and take charge, or if Diamond Tiara will remain the cornerstone of this revolution.

-Diamond enters the ring, releasing her belt from her waist before climbing onto the top turnbuckle and holding her title belt up with both hands, which gets a big pop from the crowd-

Ahuizotl: We know that at High Stakes, Silver Spoon WILL get a shot at the Crater Chick Championship. But will it be against Diamond Tiara, or perhaps...someone else?

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

Garble: Judging by this crowd, THEY want to see Diamond Tiara walk into High Stakes with her title!

-Diamond is squatting at the back of the ring, looking at the stage, awaiting her opponent-

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD...* -a sizable amount of cheers follows as Diamond is aware of what this means. Her gaze now moves away from the stage, and shifts to the crowd-

Ahuizotl: Well, we've narrowed it down to one of three choices…

-That is soon narrowed down to just one choice, as the camera spots Diane Ditzbrose hustling down the stairs, looking straight ahead at the ring with a light smirk-

Garble: And THERE we have it…

Madden: Aaaaand HER OPPONENT! Coming down the aisleee...froooom CINCINAAAATI, OHIIIIIIOOOOO..weighing in at 134 POOOOUNDS...DIIIIIIIAAAAAANEEEEE..DIIIIIIIIIIITZBROOOOOOOOOOOSEEEE…

Ahuizotl: Diane Ditzbrose, unkempt hair and all, making her way through the abundance of EWF fans, here in the Asylum.

Garble: And did you notice that as soon as the sound of that walkie talkie played through this speakers, the fans were ALREADY pumped. They didn't even KNOW which member of The Sword was coming out, but they knew they were about to see something special.

Ahuizotl: We know now, who is taking the challenge. Diane Ditzbrose, the most eccentric member of The Sword, who has also been shown to be the most ruthless. We are accustomed to, when one member of The Sword appears, the others are not far behind. But it seems like Diane Ditzbrose is going it solo tonight.

Garble: We spoke of Diamond Tiara, attempting to start a revolution by defending her title week-in and week-out. Well Ditzbrose and her partners in The Sword have created their OWN revolution...a CRUSADE you can call it, ever since the VERY first night they arrived in the EWF.

Ahuizotl: And that crusade is to inject swift, sovereign justice into every orifice of the EWF. I'm sure in the warped, convoluted reality of The Sword, winning the Crater Chick Championship would somehow help their cause drastically. I personally think The Sword just wants to take over the EWF, plain and simple.

Garble: Well, regardless of their motives, Diane Ditzbrose could hold both the Crater Chick Championship, AND one half of the Chick Combo titles by the end of this week. Those would both be some nice feathers in the kevlar of The Sword.

-Ditzbrose has found her way at the bottom of the aisle, right in front of the barricade. She is gritting her teeth in anticipation as she is fixated on both Diamond, and her Championship. Well, mostly her Championship. Diane looks behind her and threatens a male fan who tried to touch her by pretending she is about to strike him with her elbow. Security move the fan back as Diane puts one hand on the barricade and hops over, spinning herself in place before she circles the ring, both she and Diamond watching the other's every step-

Garble: Jeez...the match hasn't even started, and it looks like Ditzbrose wants to fight ALREADY, 'Zotl!

Ahuizotl: She is certainly a scrapper; a ticking time bomb that could go off at any second. This will be Diane Ditzbrose's first singles match in the EWF, and it could wind up being her biggest of all!

-Ditzbrose stands across from Diamond, resting in the corner with her arms on each side of the top rope, looking at Diamond with narrowed eyes. Diamond hands the referee her title so he can show it to both competitors before raising it up in the air and showing it to each side of the crowd-

Garble: She first had to deal with Rosely Reigns, and now tonight, Diamond Tiara must combat Diane Ditzbrose in what could be her most strenuous title defense to date. Ditzbrose looks hungry, but will her appetite surpass Diamond's?

Crowd: -just about all of the crowd- LET'S GO DIA-MOND! -very small part- LET'S GO DITZ-BROSE! LET'S GO DIA-MOND! LET'S GO DITZ-BROSE! LET'S GO DIA-MOND! LET'S GO DITZ-BROSE! LET'S GO DIA-MOND! LET'S GO DITZ-BROSE! LET'S GO DIA-MOND! LET'S GO DITZ-BROSE! LET'S GO DIA-MOND! LET'S GO DITZ-BROSE!

Ahuizotl: It's obvious who the favorite is, but Diane Ditzbrose has never needed the fans before to make an impact, and if she wins tonight, it will be solely because of her astonishing talent.

Match 5: Crater Chick Championship - Diane Ditzbrose vs Diamond Tiara

-5 minutes later-

-Ditzbrose has Diamond set up against the ropes with her arms behind the top rope. Ditzbrose takes her right arm and places it against Diamond's forehead. She then begins grinding her forearm against the forehead of Diamond, repeating the sequence over and over again-

Garble: This is what you meant by RUTHLESS, 'Zotl! Scraping her arm against the temple of the Crater Chick Champion!

-Ditzbrose then gives Diamond two sets of slaps with both hands before running off of the ropes behind her, dropkicking Diamond into the chest, the impact of which unravels Diamond's arms from behind the rope and causes her to fall to the mat-

Ahuizotl: FRONT DROPKICK BY DITZBROSE, CRAWLS TO THE COVER!

*1….2..-Diamond kicks out, as per expected-

Garble: Early kickout. Ditzbrose is going to need to do a LOT more than that if she wants to knock off the Champion!

-4 minutes later-

-Diamond wraps her arm around Ditzbrose's shoulder near the ropes in front of the announce table (which is no more), which excites the fans beyond belief. Ditzbrose avoids the Diamond Cutter by, just like Berry Punch did to Flitter, lifting Diamond up for a back Suplex and dumping her over the top rope. But instead of hanging on like Flitter did, Diamond falls straight over the top rope and falls to the floor, her left shoulder smacking right into it, which the crowd "OHHHHHs" very loudly at-

Ahuizotl: Diamond gets disposed of to the outside! Miraculously for Ditzbrose, she was able to fend off the Diamond Cutter!

Garble: You're not kidding. The only person that has ever kicked out of that move is Diane's partner, Rosely Reigns, but who knows if Diane herself would've been able to kick out of it?

-We get a replay of Ditzbrose's counter, which shows that, as soon as Diamond hits the floor, she rolls over to where the announce table would be and begins shaking her arm, pointing at her shoulder with a pained expression on her face-

Ahuizotl: Judg-...judging by the replay there, and Diamond's mannerisms I...I think she might be hurt…

-The referee throws up the dreaded "X" Sign in the air (which, if you don't know, the "X" Sign is a way to signify to backstage officials, paramedics, and any other wrestlers in the match that a competitor may be LEGITIMATELY injured) before he exits the ring, approaching Diamond and kneeling beside her-

Garble: Well, the official has exited the ring and is now checking on Diamond Tiara...I think you're right, 'Zotl. That fall Diamond took over the top rope looked nasty...let's take another look at it.

-Another replay is shown, the crowd cringing as they watch the footage again, this time just of Diamond's fall to the outside, which is shown in slow motion-

Garble: Here, look at her left shoulder. Watch the way it bounces off of the floor. You can even hear the crowd's strong exclamation. They could hear the SMACK of Diamond's shoulder all the way up into the cheap-seats!

-Ditzbrose exits the ring, standing on the apron. The referee turns around-

Referee: HEY! GET BACK IN THE RING! GET BACK IN THERE RIGHT NOW!

Ditzbrose: LET ME FINISH THE JOB!

Ahuizotl: This Diane Ditzbrose is SICK! She's TWISTED. Here the referee is, trying to find out the extent of Diamond's discomfort, and this woman is about to go after her and exact MORE punishment onto her!

Garble: We all know that The Sword has NO respect for their fellow competitors! Diane wants to win the Crater Chick Championship, and if Diamond can't compete, then she doesn't get that opportunity.

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

Ahuizotl: This capacity crowd, trying to will Diamond on; hoping the Champion isn't injured, and can continue to compete!

Ditzbrose: -still standing on the apron- COME OOOOOOOON, DIAMOOOOND! LISTEN TO ALL THESE PEOPLE! THEY WANT YOU TO GET YOUR ASS UP! YOU AREN'T GONNA LET THEM DOWN BY GIVING UP, ARE YA?!

Garble: GET HER IN THE RING, REF! Diamond needs her space!

Referee: -after observing Diamond's state- DIAMOND. Do. You. Want. To continue? It's up to you! If you can't compete, I'll ring the bell, and you'll still get to keep your title.

Diamond: -breathing heavily in pain, with a grimace on her face as her arm is clasped around her injured one- Y-yes...I have to fight...for my title...to make it mean something!

Garble: AMAZING! This is how much the Crater Chick Championship MEANS to Diamond Tiara! She isn't going to let this injury plague her title defense! She has to defend her title by any means, otherwise, what is the point of defending it at all?!

Ahuizotl: I don't know...I respect her will to continue, but this just doesn't seem like a smart move at all!

Garble: One of her title defenses didn't end the way she wanted to, and Diamond doesn't want THIS one to end in a crappy way, either!

Ahuizotl: But there's a big difference between someone interfering in your match, and you having an injury that could only be multiplied upon by choosing to put yourself through more abuse!

Referee: -to the timekeeper- SHE'S STILL IN IT! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!

Ditzbrose: -jumping off of the apron and lightly shoving the referee out of her way- GET OUTTA MY WAY! -she reaches down to pick up Diamond Tiara- YOU'RE NOT GONNA PUSSY OUT ON ME TONIGHT, YOU BRAT! -she throws Diamond into the ring-

Ahuizotl: This won't end well! Diamond Tiara is seriously HURT right now!

Garble: There's nothing we can do, 'Zotl. If the referee thought she was hurt enough, he would've rang the bell. But it was HER decision. Diamond has to do this for HERSELF, and we should respect that decision.

-Ditzbrose runs at Diamond, who quickly crawled to the corner once Ditzbrose threw her in. Diamond puts her right foot up as it smashes into Ditzbrose's face, knocking her back. Diamond then grabs Ditzbrose by her hair and pulls her back to the corner-

Ahuizotl: She still seems to be holding her own, despite being in obvious pain.

-Diamond climbs up to the middle rope while still holding Ditzbrose's hair. She then wraps her arm around Ditzbrose's neck and jumps off of the middle rope, flipping herself and landing on her butt (this is basically a Stone Cold Stunner but where the person who does it jumps off the middle rope and flips themselves)-

Garble: -the crowd popping huge- DIAMOND DUST! DIAMOND DUST TO DITZBROSE!

Ahuizotl: DIVING SOMERSAULT JAWBREAKER! DIAMOND, DESPITE HER INJURY, MAY STILL PULL THIS ONE OFF!

-Diamond is very slow to make the cover because of the pain she is in, but she soon does so anyway-

*1...2…-the crowd "OHHHHHs" in huge disappointment as Ditzbrose kicks out-

Garble: OH! A SPLIT SECOND AWAY FROM VICTORY! I KNEW that was too good to be true!

Ahuizotl: I am still SHOCKED that Diamond was even able to pull off the Diamond Dust!

Crowd: LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET'S GO DIA-MOND! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-Diamond brings herself to her feet, still holding her arm like it will fall off if she lets go-

Garble: Diamond, feeding off of this crowd's energy! She may have to do that for the rest of this match if she hopes to come out victorious!

-2 minutes later-

-Ditzbrose lifts Diamond up off the mat from behind, hooking both of her arms into an elevated double chickenwing before dropping Diamond down onto the mat face-first, dropping to a seated position herself (this is hard to describe so here's a video: www dot youtube dot com/watch?v=blKAX3NRvxo (paste this link into your search bar, remove the spaces, and replace the "dots" with periods.)

Ahuizotl: HOOK AND LADDER! DITZBROSE CONNECTS WITH THE HOOK AND LADDER!

Garble: Chickenwing facebuster! CAN DITZBROSE WIN THE TITLE?!

-Ditzbrose hooks Diamond's leg-

*1…..2..-Diamond kicks out, causing Ditzbrose to rip at her messy hair in frustration. The crowd however, is incredibly happy-

Ahuizotl: DIAMOND KICKS OUT! Ditzbrose is LIVID!

-The referee drops down to the mat to check on Diamond again-

Garble: Oh no...not again...I noticed it, maybe others did, too. When Diamond landed on the mat, her shoulder didn't take any of the impact of the move, but Diamond DID bounce onto her side as a result of the force.

Ahuizotl: This is the second time the referee's had to check on Diamond in this match...let's take a look at what ALMOST won Diane Ditzbrose the Crater Chick Championship.

-A replay of the Hook and Ladder is shown, which highlights Diamond bouncing off of the mat and landing on her shoulder in slow motion, which the crowd "OHHHHHHs'' at upon seeing-

-Ditzbrose pacing in the background as Diamond is still flat on the mat, trying to suppress the pain as best she can-

Referee: That's it! RING THE BELL! SHE CAN'T CONTINUE!

-Ditzbrose is shown in the background to be FUMING. She follows the referee as he goes to talk to Madden-

Garble: The referee called for the bell...he HAD to!

Ahuizotl: It was the right thing to do, I feel. And the crowd isn't booing over his decision, so I believe they agree with it.

-Ditzbrose kicks at the bottom rope as the referee is outside the ring, talking to Madden-

Garble: And Diane Ditzbrose's hopes of becoming Crater Chick Champion will have to wait for another day.

Ahuizotl: She didn't WANT to wait another day. She wanted that Championship TONIGHT, and who knows what she'll do now that she didn't get it!

Ditzbrose: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! -she looks towards the crowd, doing the "come on" gesture." It isn't long before the camera spots Reigns and Drollins filing down the aisle to nearly an entire arena full of boos-

Garble: Oh...I think we just found out what she's going to do...or should I say, what she AND her partners are going to do!

Ahuizotl: Rosely Reigns! Beth Drollins! Don't tell me they're going to get in that ring and add further damage to Diamond Tiara! DON'T TELL ME!

-Drollins somersaults over the barricade to the left of the announce table, and Reigns steps over the barricade to the left of the stage. Instead of circle the ring, Drollins enters the ropes in front of the announce table, and Reigns enters from in front of the stage-

Garble: They are! COME ON, NOW! DIAMOND ISN'T EVEN FIT TO MOVE!

-NOW Reigns and Drollins circle the carcass of Diamond Tiara, with the crowd continuing to lash out at them with boos-

Crowd: FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD! FUCK OFF, SWORD!

Garble: I'm with this crowd! GET OUT OF HERE! You don't need to make an example out of her!

-Drollins kneels down, slapping Diamond in the side of the head with earns her and her partners even MORE hatred. Drollins and Ditzbrose gently gather Diamond to her feet-

Ahuizotl: NO! NO, DAMMIT! SHE CAN'T EVEN DEFEND HERSELF!

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

-Drollins and Ditzbrose hoist Diamond onto Reigns' shoulders before standing to the sides of the most powerful member of The Sword.

Garble: SCOOTALOO, ANYONE, PLEASE! GET DOWN HERE!

-The crowd's prayers are answered as Scootaloo is seen SPRINTING down the stage. To make matters worse for The Sword, Lightning Dust and Fluttershy are RIGHT behind her-

Ahuizotl: NOT JUST ANYONE! THE CHICK COMBO CHAMPIONS, AND THE QUEEN OF THE SCEEEENE!

-The Sword delicately put Diamond down on her feet before skedaddling from the ring, Drollins almost tripping over the middle rope as she makes her escape-

Garble: And The Sword, as they SHOULD, making their retreat!

-The crowd is too busy cheering the arrival of Diamond's backup that they don't care enough to boo The Sword. Scootaloo is there to catch Diamond in her arms before she falls to the mat-

Ahuizotl: It's a DAMN good thing those three showed up when they did! Otherwise our Crater Chick Champion's injury may have gotten worse than it was before!

Garble: Who knows...Diamond could've been put on the shelf INDEFINITELY.

-Lightning Dust climbs to the top rope, watching The Sword escape through the crowd with anger in her eyes while Scootaloo and Fluttershy comfort Diamond-

Lightning: YEAH YOU RUN, YOU KEVLAR-CLAD CHICKENS! YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO PULL THAT CRAP ON US AT HIGH STAKES!

-Ditzbrose is just about to run to the ring, enraged by Lightning's comments. Reigns and Drollins hold her back-

Garble: Nah, let her go, you two! Ditzbrose is a NUT. Her brain needs to get knocked around her skull a few times!

Ahuizotl: She orchestrated what would've been the DOWNFALL of Diamond Tiara had Scootaloo and the Chick Combo Champions not shown up.

Garble: I know Diamond appreciates her friends making the save, as do we, because it would be HORRIBLE to see her get hurt anymore than she should. I wouldn't be surprised if Ditzbrose hurt he on PURPOSE.

Ahuizotl: She is a reckless individual, but all reckless people one day get involved in a wreck, and that wreck for Diane Ditzbrose and Rosely Reigns could be this Sunday at High Stakes, when they challenge Lightning Dust and Fluttershy for the Chick Combo Championships!

Garble: Everything could change for The Sword this Sunday...whether that be for the good or the bad. Who even knows now if Diamond Tiara will be APART of High Stakes.

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a NOOO CONTEEEST. -the crowd boos, as much of them wanted to see Diamond pick up a win- Therefore, STIIIIILLLLL the CRAAAAAATEEEEEERRRRRRR CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK CHAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIIIIOOOOOON..DIIIIIIIIAAAAAAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOND..TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAARAAAAAAAAAA! -THAT is something the crowd can get behind, as they cheer like crazy-

Ahuizotl: -as the referee hands Diamond her belt, which she holds in her uninjured arm- It was the right call by the official to end this contest. Some serious damage could have been done to Diamond's arm, which is something we can't afford.

Garble: But you gotta give Diamond all the credit in the world. She fought through the initial pain and agony for as long as she could; roughly three minutes. If it was her decision, she would've kept going, but luckily, the referee stepped in.

Ahuizotl: A courageous, gutsy performance by the Crater Chick Champion, who hopefully, if she is injured as bad as it appears that she is, will not be out of action for too long, if at all. It would be a damn shame to see her title reign end after a freak accident like that…

-Diamond's theme music plays as Scootaloo raises her friend's uninjured arm, which is used to hold her Championship into the air. The crowd passionately drowns the arena in cheers and love for Diamond as Fluttershy and Lightning applaud her stellar performance-

Crowd: DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* DIA-MOND TI-ARA! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: You deserve that respect! You deserve this ovation, Diamond! As long as it takes, FIGHT through the pain. Just like you fight to preserve your title reign every week!

-We take another commercial break as the crowd's chants continue. Even Scootaloo, Fluttershy and Lightning participate as Diamond is somehow able to grin through the intense pain she is experiencing-

Silver: -looks INCREDIBLY uncomfortable- H-hello everyone…-he tries his best to act professional, but fails- please welcome my final guest for tonight...th-the Eternal Women's Champion…-S-Sunset Sh-Shimmer.

-The camera pans over to show Sunset, who is EXTREMELY close to Silver's face. If she moves another inch closer, her lips will be on his cheek. She grins lustfully as she giggles into Silver's ear-

Sunset: Saving the best for last, are weeee? -more giggles follow-

Silver: S-Sunset...would it be so hard for us to keep this interview PROFESSIONAL?

Sunset: -frowns as she backs away from his face- Awww...but being professional is so BOOOORING! I suppose for YOU I could try, though...-she crosses her arms, upset that Silver doesn't want to play- It sure has been a while, hasn't it, Silver?

Silver: -mumbling- Not long enough…

Sunset: -bothered by that statement- Don't be like that! You remember what I did to you the LAST time you were naughty, don't you?

Silver: -flashbacks play through his head, in which afterwards he breaks out into a cold sweat- Y-yes...PLEASE DON'T! -he nearly breaks down-

Sunset: -looks glum- I thought you would enjoy it! Okay, I won't bring that up anymore...before you ask me a question, I have to ask you...why did you interview -she rolls her eyes- Scootaloo? -she says her name with disgust- What does her opinion matter? Why didn't you spend your time talking to someone a lot more important? Like...me! I am the CHAMPION of Monday Night Lunacy. What I have to say is more important than ANYTHING else! What has SCOOTALOO accomplished?

Silver: Well...she's the Queen of the Scene.

Sunset: Pffft! -about to burst out laughing- And where is that going to get her? A world of pain, a world of suffering, a world of abuse...courtesy of YOURS TRULY. -she takes a bow with a smirk- She doesn't have a throne, she doesn't have a scepter or even a crown to show that she's the Queen. But I have THIS…-she showcases her waist, which is home to her title- The Eternal...Women's...CHAMPIONSHIP…-she rubs it, as the camera zooms in on her proud grin. Sunset looks at the camera with that same grin- Oh yes...this shows EVERYONE that I am a CHAMPION. Not just any Champion...THE Champion! The PREMIERE athlete on Monday Night Lunacy.

Silver: You are correct...but you may not be the Champion for much longer, because last week, Scootaloo did something that I'd like to get your thoughts on. After your match, she swarmed the ring and did...essentially what you've been doing your entire career. She threatened you, she hurt you, she embarrassed you. What do you have to say about all of that?

Sunset: -she chuckles- Well...first off...Scootaloo did not EMBARRASS me...if I was "embarrassed," would I have shown up to Lunacy tonight? And as for Scootaloo's sneak attack...I'm not gonna lie...I was impressed. -she nods, which Silver is shocked by- I didn't think the little girl had it in her, but you're right...she whipped my ASS. She was about to...at least attempt to BREAK MY ARM. THAT is some real shit right there, and it's something I've done before. It's the same thing I TOLD Scootaloo I was going to do, but she beat me to it. -she sighs for a long time, shaking her head- I can't believe I'm about to say this...but what Scootaloo did...I respect. -Silver Shill's eyes are bugging out after hearing that statement-

Silver: You...you RESPECT her?

Sunset: No no no...don't take it that way. Haha! Respect Scootaloo...that's funny! -she grins- I respect her ACTIONS from last week. I DON'T respect the little girl behind them. But I'm honestly very flattered by them. I'm flattered that Scootaloo would go through SO much trouble to copy MY antics. I guess we're more alike than I thought. She did exactly what I've done...that puts her in the same boat as me. She's no saint...she's not a fun loving, easy going happy go lucky girl. -she shakes her head- She's just like me...she's cold-blooded...she's spiteful...she's depraved…-she smirks at Silver- I like that. Not saying I like HER...I mean, she was about to break my ARM! How could I like her? But she's certainly come a long way. All of those years she was bullied...they've finally caught up to her. Now she's JUST like those bullies...life is so ironic...isn't it, Silver Shill? -she turns to Silver, moving her lips closer to his. A rush of panic surges through Silver's body, as Sunset gazes at him seductively- But don't worry...she'll never be as diabolical as ME…-she giggles as her lips are mere centimeters from Silver's. Help soon arrives in the form of Scootaloo, who bashes her fist into the back of Sunset's head, knocking her to the floor. Scootaloo grabs Silver's mic and, when Sunset gets to her knees BASHES it over her forehead. Scootaloo then mounts Sunset, looking straight down at her as she speaks into the microphone-

Scootaloo: Don't you...don't you DARE slot me into the same category as YOU! -she again hits Sunset's head with the microphone- I'm NOTHING like you, and I'm NOTHING like any bully I've ever crossed in my life! I would NEVER want to be the same as someone like YOU! -microphone shot- I'M MY OWN WOMAN! -microphone shot- I didn't do what I did last week to impress you! -microphone shot- I already explained why I did it, so DON'T try to flip the script on me! -microphone shot- And I don't NEED your respect! Hearing that a sick bitch like you RESPECTS something that I did makes me want to PUKE! -microphone shot- IT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH! -microphone shot- JUST LOOKING AT YOU GIVES ME THAT FEELING! -microphone shot- I WANT TO PUKE WHEN I LOOK AT YOU, AS WELL AS SMASH YOUR FACE IN! -microphone shot- SO WHY DON'T I DO THAT, SUNSET?! WHY DON'T I DO THAT?! -microphone shot- YOU WON'T GET TO SLEEP YOUR WAY TO THE TOP WITH A HORRIFYING, MUTILATED FACE LIKE THE ONE I WANT TO GIVE YOU! -microphone shot, as blood begins to pour from an open wound on Sunset's head- YOU WOULDN'T BE THE FACT OF ANY COMPANY WITH A MUG LIKE THAT! WE ARE NOTHING ALIKE! -microphone shot- WE WILL NEVER BE ALIKE! -microphone shot- EVER! -microphone shot- DO YOU HEAR ME?! -microphone shot- NOT EVER! WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO BE A SADISTIC CUNT LIKE YOU!?

-Suddenly, as Scootaloo continues to strike at Sunset's head, the voice of Shining Armor begins ringing through the halls. Scootaloo gets up and off of Sunset as she does this-

Shining: HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! SUNSET! SUNSET! ARE YOU OKA-EUGH! -Shining falls to the floor next to his girlfriend as Scootaloo chucks the microphone right into his groin- Owwwww….fuuuuck…-With that, Scootaloo walks off, having done enough damage to both parties. The scene fades away with Shining lying next to Sunset, holding his crotch as blood continues to drip down Sunset's face as she is unconscious-

Garble: -as the crowd is cheering wildly for the actions of Scootaloo- Holy shit! Our Champion has been left a BLOODIED mess, 'Zotl!

Ahuizotl: -A "SCOO-TA-LOO" chant breaks out- I saw that! Another unabashed assault by Scootaloo! Once again, good for her! Sunset was about to force herself onto Silver Shill when it is PLAINLY clear that he is TERRIFIED of her!

Garble: Could we PLEASE hire someone new to interview the people that trigger terrible emotional reactions for Silver Shill? That poor guy...at least Scootaloo was able to arrive before things got too out of hand.

Ahuizotl: Our own General Manager had to watch that footage on the titantron...I wonder how she will react to what she would consider a "travesty."

Garble: Well, she's in the ring right now, so let's find out!

Luna: -looking terrified and extremely concerned- I WANT EVERY MEMBER OF THE MEDICAL STAFF BACK THERE RIGHT NOW TO CHECK ON SUNSET! -boos as Luna looks at the doctors stationed at ringside- I SAID NOW, DAMMIT! THE ETERNAL WOMEN'S CHAMPION NEEDS ASSISTANCE IMMEDIATELY, AND SHE NEEDS THE BEST ASSISTANCE YOU CAN GIVE HER! …..GO! HIGH STAKES' MAIN EVENT IS IN JEOPARDY! -the doctors scramble out of the timekeeper's area and rush backstage-

Crowd: SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE! SHE'LL BE FINE!

Garble: Haha! Oh gosh...these fans are SO cruel but I love it…

Luna: -sighing heavily- I...I almost feel like I should cancel our next segment...I want to be back there with my Champion, but…-she shakes her head, looking professional- No! Everything will be handled accordingly...my job is to moderate this meeting between the participants involved in the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match. I don't want to risk getting interrupted, so let's just get this under way. -she looks towards the stage as "Starry Eyed (Russ Chimes Remix)" by Ellie Goulding hits the speakers, many fans exploding with cheers- Introducing first...Rarity! -Rarity walks down to the ring with a grin on her face as she slaps hands with the fans, again kissing a young boy on the cheek as she makes her way down the ramp. "Axeman" by Jim Johnston keeps the cheers going- Midnight Strike! -Midnight's smile seems to get wider every week as she walks down to the ring. "Catch Your Breath" by CFO$ sets the stage for cheering thus far- Twist! -Twist crawls down to the middle of the stage before throwing her arms into the air, which the crowd follows. Twist makes her way down to ringside where she squats against a barricade, the fans above her reaching down to pat her on the arm and shoulders as she looks ahead with a serious expression. The sound of glass breaking nearly encapsulates the Asylum with nothing but cheers. Luna sighs, but decides to give her biggest pain in this match a fair introduction anyway- ...Berry Punch! -Berry struts down to the ring, bobbing her head. "Sky's The Limit" by CFO$ brings forth mostly boos, but some cheers are present- Turf! -Turf strides down the ramp, Aviators around her eyes as she showcases her "Legit" and "Boss" jewelry which adorns her knuckles to the crowd-

Turf: -she laughs as she looks at the ring- Look at all these TRICK-ASS bitches! THIS the competition The Boss gets?! -she shakes her head in disgust as she jumps onto the apron, all the women in the ring looking at her with contempt-

*SIERRA, HOTEL, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD* -just like Turf: some cheers, but mostly boos fill the arena-

Luna: Beth Drollins!

-Beth Drollins makes her way through the crowd with a grimace on her face. When she gets to the bottom, she somersaults over the barricade before entering the ring, not even LOOKING at any of her opponents-

"Ya better believe, I got tricks up my sleeve…* -more cheers are heard than when Turf or Drollins came out-

Luna: Trixie!

-Trixie seems displeased by the lack of energy Luna gave for her introduction. She would've preferred to have done it herself, but she wouldn't want to outdo her boss. Trixie still brings a smug smirk to her face as she heads down to the ring-

*Seems like you're waiting for nothing…* -the most boos directed to one of the girls yet, which isn't surprising to ANYONE-

Luna: Cadance! -Countless amounts of boos follow Cadance to the ring, but she doesn't mind any of them. Her snarky smirk turns into a normal grin as she spots Trixie in the ring. She quickly slides under the bottom rope and rushes towards her new buddy in The System, standing right next to her and putting her arm around her back in a friendly way-

Ahuizotl: It looks like Cadance is pretty fond of Trixie.

Garble: I'm not so sure...the night Trixie first showed up on Lunacy, Cadance was a flat-out BITCH to her. I'm not buying it, and neither should Trixie.

-Trixie looks quite uncomfortable as Cadance has her arm around her. She has to put on a fake smile as Cadance grins at her-

-Before the last introduction can be made, the sound of creepy piano keys gets the most POSITIVE reaction out of all the women-

*DEH!*

-Soon after, the lights come back on, and Amay Wythyst is now in the ring, situated directly in front of the announce table. She is sitting in her rocking chair, hunched over, with a creepy grin on her face-

Garble: Oh fuck! That's...that's...uhhhh!

Ahuizotl: A woman who needs NO introduction!

-Everyone who is standing next to Amay on her left side (Cadance and Trixie) quickly rush to the other side of the ring. The woman standing on her right, Beth Drollins, doesn't move an inch. She clearly is not afraid of Amay as she glares at her intently. Amay turns to her side to gaze at Drollins with her eerie grin still intact-

Garble: How does she do that?!

Turf: Aww man! Why does she get the coolest entrance with the lights dimming and shit?!

Luna: -feeling a bit anxious of the presence of Amay- And...finally...Amay Wythyst. Um...th-thank you all for coming. Amay...I'm going to have to ask you to remove your...rocking chair from the ring, and stand up like the rest of us…

Amay: -her grin suddenly disappears, and is replaced by a look of displeasure- And...might I inquire, MA'AM...just WHO is going to make me surrender my seat? -after asking that question, she lowers her eyes to glare at Luna with such intensity. Luna gulps and begins to sweat a bit-

Ahuizotl: My God...even LUNA is terrified of Amay Wythyst!

Garble: If Lunacy's own AUTHORITY can't control Amay, then who CAN?!

Luna: N-nevermind...it's alright if you sit there as long as you'd like…

Amay: -her grin returns- Why, much obliged. This chair...it was Brother Avery's. He would sit in it all the time, gather us girls and boys around and tell us stories. It is a momento very close to me, so I cannot afford to let it out of my sight.

Luna: I...I understand. -she nods- Well, ladies. Whenever you are ready, you may proceed. I am just a bystander from this point on. Just do not let things get TOO out of hand, because if anyone of you strike a fellow female, I will have no choice but to remove you from the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match.

Berry: So what you're telling me is...if I grab a handful of Cadance's weave, and use it to swing her in the air like a lasso, I'm gonna be out of the ladder match?

Luna: -she sighs again- Yes, Berry...that is a form of physicality.

Cadance: -her jaw is dropped as she looks at Berry with an "I can't believe she just said that" face- WEAVE? This is AAAAALLLLL NATURAL...-she rubs her hands down from her breasts to her belly as she licks her lips-

Crowd: THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE! THAT'S A LIE!

Cadance: Oh...what do YOU pigs know?! I'm the SEXIEST woman you've ever seen and you KNOW it! -major boos- I'm the sexiest woman in THIS RING! WAY sexier than BERRY PUNCH. -she pretends that vomit is in her mouth after saying her name-

Berry: Here's what I've got to say about that...who gives a damn? -lots of cheers follow- I mean, if you ask me, ya look like an ostrich's ass. -more cheers as Cadance is REALLY starting to get agitated- You probably smell like one, too. -she turns to Luna- You're always hanging around with her, boss. Don't she smell like an ostrich's ass? -Luna refuses to answer that as she looks at Berry, anger rising inside of her as well- Ah well, what do I know? Cadance, you may be the prettiest darn thing to ever lace up a pair of boots, but why in the hell does that matter? We're competing this Sunday, in a damn ladder match, for a shot at the Eternal Women's title, and you wanna brag about your LOOKS? -boos follow- That ain't gonna help you win this match, sweetie. No one gives a damn WHAT you look like...so long as you can WRESTLE is all that matters! -cheers follow-

Cadance: Well, I can do that too, if you haven't noticed. I'm the first and ONLY woman to win the same Championship TWICE. -she smirks- I'm the total package! -many boos-

Rarity: You're right, darling, but the record books ALSO state that both of those title reigns...don't even add up to a full MONTH. -"OHHHHs"-

Cadance: Grrr...no one asked you! You have never even won ANY title, and you think you can berate me? Talk to me when YOU'VE done something besides FAIL at EVERY opportunity you've been given! -smirk-

Rarity: Every dog has its day, and I intend for mine to be THIS SUNDAY! -cheers- I've already defeated your partner in crime, Sunset, so I already KNOW I have what it takes to be the Champion.

Cadance: But every time you get close to a Championship, you take a slip. How do you think you can win a LADDER MATCH when you can't even climb the ladder of SUCCESS here at Lunacy?

Rarity: It is true that I've been knocked down MANY times in my time in the EWF, but I've NEVER let that get to me. Every day, I work harder than the day before. I'm always pushing myself to be the very best, and my hard work has lead me to this Sunday, where I will take EVERY step necessary in order to achieve my goal. At High Stakes, I will be yet again ONE step away from reaching the top of Monday Night Lunacy, as I will become the HOLDER of the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase. But BELIEVE me, Cadance...this time...the outcome will be FAR different. -Rarity gets a massive reception- The cream will ALWAYS rise to the top!

Crowd: RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY!

Turf: -busts out laughing- Holy shit...the CREAM rises to the top? Get it?! Because you're really WHITE! LIKE A FUCKING GHOOOOST HAHAHAHA!

Rarity: -annoyed- I swear...could you BE anymore annoying?

Turf: -getting in Rarity's face, though she too must stand on her tippy toes- At least I got a PERSONALITY! When it comes to YOU, your skin tone reflects your character...you're VANILLA! -loud "OHHHHs" as Turf laughs. Vanilla means "to be ordinary or standard" for anyone who doesn't know-

Rarity: Vanilla? Heh. Don't kid yourself, darling. Your "personality," if that's what you want to call it...makes you the most IRRITATING person I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. -many cheers-

Turf: YOU DON'T KNOW ME!

Rarity: Oh, I DO. How could I not, when you make it so painfully obvious? All you ever do is pontificate foul words about your opponents, and these lovely fans. -cheers follow- And when you come across a weak or defenseless person, you tongue-lash them and then proceed to attack them out of mere spite, just so you can look "cool." -cheers-

Turf: BITCH. I DON'T NEED TO LOOK COOL. I AM COOL! I cuss at people because that's how I express myself! You express yourself by making shitty dresses? Well I make fun of people for HOW they dress! How they look! How they FUNCTION as a human being! All you ever do is SUCK UP to these asscheeks! -she's referring to the fans as they boo- You slap their hands, you even KISS some of the little gross little troll-kids! You must LOVE germs and bacteria, and so must those kids! If I was one of those little boys, I wouldn't want your nasty-ass lips around my cheek!

Rarity: ...Do you seem what I mean? You are so VERY unpleasant. Your crass behavior gets under my SKIN!

Turf: That's because you're a fucking SQUARE! (prudish or strait-laced) I'm a Goddamn trapezoid of turbulence! -the fans cheer at that line- You think I care what a goody-goody like YOU thinks of me?! I enjoy myself! I have fun! I'm a fucking bully! I'm a FUCKING BITCH, and I've done pretty well for myself. I was one of the first Chick Combo Champions, and I ain't even gettin' STARTED yet! -she points up above her- That case right there? It's gonna be MINE. I already fucking claimed it. Ain't NO other bitch can put their hands on it but ME!

Berry: -clearing her throat- EH-EH! -Turf turns around to face her- Pardon the interruption...but the only woman that's getting her hands on that briefcase...is "Marble Cold," Berry Punch! -the crowd cheers infinitely- And if you ain't alright with that, I'm gonna have to ask you to let me whoop your ass, until you ain't got an ounce of protest in ya. -cheers-

Turf: TRY ME. What is it they call you…"the Toughest Daughter of a Bastard" in the EWF? That's cute and all, but I am THE BADDEST Bitch...in the EWF! -boos-

Berry: I see you actually believe that.

Turf: -she shrugs- You've felt it MANY times before. You've NEVER given me the hell you claim you're going to "raise" whenever you step into the ring. Berry...you're just a snake...with NO VENOM. -"OHHHHs," followed by severe booing-

Cadance: RAWR! The claws are coming out! -she sits back and watches with joy-

Turf: Ever since you've showed up, you've been making EMPTY promises. At Proving Grounds, you no-showed with Scootaloo, and that allowed me and 'Spoon to win the titles. You couldn't win the title last month, even after you said you would kick Sunset's ass harder than it had ever been kicked. Then you joined Team Rich, and we all know how that panned out…-she smirks as the crowd boos-

Berry: Yeah, we do. I lasted nearly until the very end, whereas YOU, little missy, were the SECOND person eliminated. -more "OHHHHs," followed by more cheers-

Turf: I still lasted over 20 minutes. And besides, you may have been in the match longer than me, but WHO wound up winning in the end…? -Turf arrogantly points both of her index fingers towards herself as the crowd boos furiously- that's right, bitch. ME! You've let your fans, your friends, even your own BOSS down time and time AGAIN...what makes you think you can turn shit around this Sunday? Nobody has been able to rely on you to do ANYTHING, so how come everyone should continue to support you, when the result is going to be the same as it always has? With you...falling short ONCE AGAIN. -smirks as boos surround her-

Twist: Turf, and...I suppose all of you, really. I'm not sure why you're all speculating the idea of triumphing this Sunday.

Cadance: What are you talking about? Why WOULDN'T we be stating that we're going to win? That's the whole POINT of why we're doing this.

Twist: -shakes her head- I don't think that same way. You all can go ahead and foretell if you'd like, but it won't do you much good.

Rarity: -curiously- Twist...do you NOT think you're going to win the ladder match?

Twist: I'm not saying that. I have nothing BUT confidence in myself. If I didn't, I wouldn't even bother competing. I'm just choosing to take a different approach about the aspect of victory here.

Rarity: And that would be?

Twist: Well, regardless of what you all say, this ladder match...it's a crapshoot. A shot in the dark, if you will. It's going to be a brutal match, and ALL of us are going to get hurt. Possibly SEVERELY hurt. But we compete anyway, because a title shot is in our future if we win. I would prefer not to jinx myself by claiming that I will be the winner, because really...we all have the exact same chances of winning as everyone else.

Cadance: Whaaaat? What kind of math are you utilizing to get a belief like that?

Twist: The winner of this ladder match will be the one who is there at the right place, at the right time. There's no math involved. It just makes sense. Whoever takes advantage of their openings will come out with the briefcase.

Rarity: That's an...interesting way of looking at things. I don't agree with it, but I do respect it. -she smiles-

Twist: Of course, I HOPE I'm the one to be available to climb the ladder with no one around to stop me, but with 8 other opponents, we're all just going to have to hazard a guess as to when the best time will be to go for the contract.

Cadance: -scoffs- Whatever. That's so stupid! -boos- I've never heard such an asinine opinion before! Anybody who doesn't THINK they are going to win a match, especially one as important at the one on Sunday ISN'T a factor to me. Your distorted belief makes you a NON-FACTOR in this match, Twist. You're the LEAST likely person to win!

Twist: I wouldn't think that if I were you...how can you say something like that when you know FIRSTHAND just how dangerous I am? I specifically remember playing a factor in BEATING you a few weeks ago. -"OHHHs" and then many cheers-

Cadance: Oh, that was nothing but a FLUKE! -boos return to the Asylum-

Rarity: What a childish excuse, Cadance. Twist is a fantastic competitor, and on that night you were NOT better than her. Give her the credit she deserves! -cheers-

Cadance: I don't owe her ANYTHING. One victory doesn't change a thing! She won't beat me this Sunday! NONE of you will. I am the GREATEST wrestler in this ring! -massive boos- Twist can bring whatever demons she has locked up inside of her body, because after High Stakes, that body is going to become home to even MORE demons. Demons that spawned due to the HUMILIATION Twist suffered after she LOST to me! -Cadance grins as the crowd boos unmercifully-

Twist: I wouldn't mind that at all. -she smirks- I understand demons. I've had a demon living inside of my soul since I was a young girl. It's comforting to know that Finnette is always in there, and that he will listen to me when I need him.

Cadance: Stop...stop trying to freak me out! You won't be able to handle all of the demons I force into your soul!

Twist: If they are demons that will only try to harm me, Finnette will purge them from my body, because he cares about me, and only wants to protect me. Cruel, repulsive people like YOU, though? Finnette would love nothing more than to cleanse you from the earth…-major cheers follow- Me and Finnette have been talking recently, Cadance. We've been talking...about you. Finnette would like to...meet you this Sunday. -amazingly loud cheers-

Cadance: -trying her best not to look frightened- W-well bring him to High Stakes, then! I'm not afraid of your stupid little demon!

Twist: -she smirks- Maybe not now, but very soon...you will be. Because Finnette WILL be at High Stakes…-the cheers are DEAFENING- and it will be an encounter...you WON'T soon forget.

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

Berry: I'd like to sort out some demons of my own, and that brings me to you, Trixie. -Trixie looks at Berry quizzically- Last week, we had a hell of a match, and you took it to me hard. I whooped your ass, but I'll give you just as much credit, because you whooped my ass, too. It ain't often I acknowledge someone's talent. I'd sooner just shove my boot into their face, but Trixie...you're one hell of a competitor.

Cadance: We KNOW, and that is why The System enlisted her. -she grins at Trixie-

Berry: Yeaaah...and that's why I draw the line after calling you a great athlete, Trixie. You beat me, but what you did afterwards, I don't, and I CAN'T respect. I don't give a damn about your braggadocious attitude, 'cause you've earned the right to be arrogant. But what I got a problem...a BIG problem with, is that you're now with THEM. -he points at Cadance and Luna- To girls like me...The System is the enemy. They're who I come into work every week and fight against, because they're a bunch of biased, corrupt pansies. -super cheers- And that ain't right, and that ain't something I'm gonna stand for. Now I see you riding into the arena in a stretch limo, sipping champagne and shootin' the shit with...the ENEMY. You can be as obnoxious, talk as much trash, be the biggest bitch in the locker room, but I still wouldn't really have nothing against ya. But as a member of The System? I'm gonna warn ya right now. As long as you're cooperating with them yellowbelly cocksuckers, you ain't gettin' a LICK of respect from me, nor a LICK of mercy whenever I cross paths with ya. Because now? You're the enemy. You're a no-good, brownnosing, punk-ass lowlife, just like the rest of 'em. -major cheers-

Cadance: UGH! -she turns to Luna- Why is she even HERE? WHY would you give her a second chance? She doesn't deserve it AT ALL! The only thing she's doing here is bad-mouthing us!

Rarity: Why, she deserves to be in this ladder match a GREAT deal more than you! Not only was Berry Punch wrongfully ROBBED of the Eternal Women's Championship match last month, but she actually had the guts to earn her way into the match by COMPETING in the Battle Royal, unlike YOU. -massive cheers-

Cadance: -laughing- Ohohooo! You're bringing THAT up, aren't you? This was brought up in the GUY'S summon, too. How ORIGINAL...get some new material!

Rarity: Come on, Trixie, darling. You're better than a dreadful bunch like The System. They're only going to USE YOU to keep their position at the top of Lunacy!

Berry: Exactly. It doesn't have to be that way. So, before High Stakes, ya better put Cadance's bitchy-ass into the Ursa Lock, and make her tap like a pencil on a desk! Otherwise, when that bell rings, I will raise SO MUCH hell on you that smoke will literally BLOW out of your ass. -gigantic cheers-

-Trixie is just about to speak, before Cadance cuts her off-

Cadance: Sorry to say, but that's NOT going to happen. You couldn't beat Trixie before, so what makes you think you're suddenly good enough to win NOW? Not to mention, it's not going to be just YOU and Trixie in the ladder match Sunday. I will be there, along WITH Trixie, and since she's my newest pal, it is my duty, as her elder in The System to watch over her. And together, it is OUR duty to not only make sure YOU lose, but that The System gains the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase. -major boos-

Berry: Uh huh...and by "The System"...you mean yourself, right?

Cadance: Like I stated before, I am Trixie's elder, so yes, that means that I qualify for possession of the briefcase more than her. -she smirks-

-Cadance looks at Trixie, who has been glaring at her irritatedly since she interrupted her-

Cadance: ….What, Trixie? What's wrong?

Berry: It really shows just how good of "pals" you are. You interrupted her when she was about to talk, you damn ignorant bitch.

Cadance: Oh, that? I told her before we came out here that if any of you jealous nobodies tried to give her a hard time, that I would be there to shut them down.

Berry: Oh, so now she's SPEAKING for you too, Trixie? That might be the most PATHETIC thing ever. The first ever World Fighter's Champion, one of the most dominant competitors ever in the EWF, has been relegated to being represented by someone that isn't as successful as her?

Cadance: Hey! That's debatab-

Trixie: The Great and Powerful Trixie is represented by NO ONE, you insolent drunk! And thank you for stating Trixie's accomplishments for Trixie so that she didn't have to. One accolade of Trixie's you forgot to include is that Trixie competed in the FIRST, and so far ONLY ladder match in EWF history. -many cheers are heard-

Berry: Hey, good for you. But you didn't want that match, now did ya?

Trixie: No, Trixie did not, but that match gave her a large amount of experience. More experience than anyone else in this match. This gives Trixie the ultimate advantage, an advantage she will use to CAPTURE the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase, and begin her journey to the Eternal Women's Championship, and to REGAIN her status at THE most dominant performer in the EWF! -so many cheers are heard as Trixie glares at Berry with wide eyes, cursing her for thinking she would take a backseat to Cadance. Cadance looks at Trixie with a "seriously" face, to which Trixie responds by frowning and looking away from her, as she knows she's going to get an earful for talking out of turn-

Berry: -pretty shocked by Trixie's outburst- Well damn! I think there might be hope for you yet. Again, I usually don't say things like this, but I hope we get to go at it again this Sunday, WITHOUT her -she points at Cadance- ruining round two.

Trixie: -she nods with a smirk- And yet again, Trixie will prevail. -Cadance continues to look at Trixie in a displeased way, but Trixie isn't sweating it. The smirk on her face will not be erased after the way she stood her ground in the face of criticism-

Rarity: I do not wish to refrain from tonight's topic of the ladder match, but we haven't heard a PEEP out of two women: Midnight, and you, Beth. -she eyes Drollins suspiciously- Which is odd to me, given that you always take the opportunity to sing your own praises. I'd like to hear from you first, so, please...indulge us. -all the other women now bring their attention to Beth, who looks around the ring, glaring at all of her opponents-

Beth: That's what you want, huh? -Rarity nods- I've have a lot to say since the start. I've just been sitting back here...analyzing...assessing… dissecting everything you gals have been saying. I've even been paying close attention to those who HAVEN'T spoken…-she stares at Midnight- and after listening to all of your childish bickering, and your obscene insults towards one another...I've come to the conclusion...that I've pretty much got the night off at High Stakes. -much of the crowd boos, the women in the ring looking furious with that claim and Drollins grins- Heh-heh-heeeeeh! You're all so inferior to me. Inferior in EVERY WAY. -boos- You're going to regret asking me to open my mouth, because I'm going to illustrate WHY. We'll start on THIS side of the ring…-as she gestures to her left- Trixie...you're brand new around here, so neither I nor The Sword have had a run-in with you yet….YET. Your new buddy next to you, however...Cadance...very early on during The Sword's disembark in the EWF, you were one of our FIRST victims. This was before you went gaga over Sunset Shimmer. Since then, we haven't had much interaction. Last month, at The Royal Rumble, The Sword aligned with the rest of Team Luna, which was fortunate for YOU. Because, had WE been on Team Rich, or had YOU been on Team Rich, you would've felt our cold, unrelenting blade once again. -now we move over to THIS side…-she gestures to her right- starting with you, Berry Punch. You can call yourself the "Toughest D.O.B." all that you want...but NOBODY comes out the same after an attack from The Hounds of Justice! -some cheers- In The Sword's first match on this very show, YOU were on of our opponents. And, as you could imagine, -she grins- we HANDEDLY defeated you! And then we fast-forward to The Royal Rumble, where you VALIANTLY stood toe-to-toe with Rainbow Dash, in an attempt to bring our cause to its knees. But, as Turf mentioned previously, you failed Rainbow Dash, you failed your fans, you failed your friends, you failed Lunacy, you failed your boss, you failed this COMPANY! -major boos as Drollins smirks- If you ask me, you're the BIGGEST failure in this ring...BAR NONE. And that's saying a LOT!

Berry: Well, one thing's for sure...if you weren't plannin' on getting your ass kicked, you're gonna FAIL at that if you keep it up! -major cheers- You've SUCCEEDED in pissing me THE HELL OFF! Ya ain't bulletproof just 'cause ya wear that damn vest, so quit chattering in your little chipmunk voice before I stuff your own nuts into your damn mouth! -the crowd pops huge at Berry's threat-

Crowd: -directed at Beth- YOU'RE A CHIP-MUNK! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE A CHIP-MUNK! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE A CHIP-MUNK! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE A CHIP-MUNK! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE A CHIP-MUNK! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE A CHIP-MUNK! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Drollins: -looking extremely agitated as she sneers at the fans. She turns back to Berry Punch, glaring intently as Berry smirks at what she has started- Do you see what you've concocted here? These people already CHEER your immature behavior enough, but now you've got them ACTING like you, too! -many boos are heard- You should be booing YOURSELVES, not ME! You're all making yourselves out to be complete FOOLS on national television! -Drollins attracts even more jeers at that- Let me ask you a question, Berry…...are you drunk right now? -Berry looks at her in puzzlement- Nah I'm being completely serious….I'm just wondering. Can you even recite the alphabet backwards?

Berry: ….Girl I can whoop your ass backwards. -the crowd absolutely LOVED that line as they shower Berry with appreciation-

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

Drollins: -Drollins can't control her laughter- That's a no, then….okay, okay...I'm not going to waste my time with you anymore. -she looks at Turf- You, Turf...back when you were still in cahoots with Diamond Tiara...Reigns, Ditzbrose and I...we BULLIED the bullies of the EWF. -she grins- And you're just another one of the women that were fortunate enough to not be on Team Rich last month...but you won't be so well-off this Sunday. Rarity...out of all the women in this ring, no one has been rampaged by The Sword more than you.

Rarity: Yes...you have given me quite the number of beatings, but do not forget that I have been able to run you three off, as well.

Drollins: True, but you never left us lying in the middle of the mat. You just forced us to retreat from the battle. I've lost COUNT of how many times we have Triple Powerbombed you! In the ring, and through tables, to boot! Twist...the only encounter we've had was at The Royal Rumble, where, as it is well-known by this point...The Sword prevailed. Lastly, we have Midnight Strike…-the crowd cheers her loudly, as Midnight lightly smiles- I don't know why you're smiling...I thought you were a loner? I thought you weren't going to let these people get to you?

Midnight: -holding up her microphone for the first time tonight- Sure, at one point...I was a hardened, glum individual...but that's all changed now. Once I started teaming up with Honeycomb, and she got me to open up a little bit more, these people took to me, and they made me felt like I belonged for the first time in my life! -massive cheers- Yeah, I'm not happy-go-lucky and jolly 24/7, but I can always count on Honeycomb to enhance my mood, and when my music hits, and I walk out onto that stage, I am welcomed warmly by these fans...these people cheer for me, and it puts a smile on my face like few things ever had. -that same warm reaction returns, as the fans begin to chant "MID-NIGHT" again and again, which puts an even greater smile on her face-

Drollins: -sarcastically- What a touching change of heart...but you should know...that I plan to WIPE that smile CLEAN OFF of your face! -Drollins gets pelted with nothing but boos- I'm going to tell you something that might change your mind about your so-called "loving fans," the ones that have lightened your spirits...they think of you...as the dark horse. -nothing but boos- They're booing to save their skin, but it's true, Midnight! These people...NONE of them expect you to win this Sunday. -the crowd continuously boos as Drollins speaks- NONE of them! Not ONE! And why SHOULD they? -she grins- I mean...I called Berry Punch the biggest FAILURE in this ring, but she's still accomplished some things. She's still come close to winning it all….what have YOU done, Midnight? What have YOU accomplished? The answer...is NOTHING. You are the single BIGGEST waste of space...in this ring. Hell...you're the biggest waste of space on the entire ROSTER! You're out of your element...-nothing but boos, as Midnight looks down at the mat, trying her best to contain her anger- I can't for the LIFE OF ME figure out HOW you even managed to make it here! I can't even begin to COMPREHEND how you lasted in the Battle Royal long enough to make it to this ladder match!

Midnight: I lasted in that Battle Royal as long as I did because I HAVE what it takes! -nothing but cheers- You may not admit it, or maybe you just haven't figured it out yet, but I am NOT a "dark horse" like you say I am. No...I'm the WILD CARD of Hope Springs Eternal! -massive cheers- I am the most unpredictable factor in this match! NOBODY knows what I'm going to do next, but they know that it's not going to end well for them. You're right about me not accomplishing anything. I've come very close to winning the Crater Chick Championship...I've even been a half of a second away from beating Sunset Shimmer. But almost doesn't mean a thing in this business. Nobody recalls the person who came in 2nd place...they just remember who came away with the victory. Well guess what, Beth? I'm TIRED of coming in 2nd place! I want to come away with it all! All of the spoils, all of the prizes, and all of the recognition that comes with winning. Yeah, I'm surrounded by former Champions like Cadance, like Trixie and like Turf, and hot commodities like you, like Amay, like Twist and Berry...but I have what it takes to be Champion! I have what it takes to be a household name! And I will PROVE that to you on Sunday! I am NOT out of my element...I'm RIGHT where I belong. On the pressure cooker, where I will rise to the occasion! -Midnight gets a standing ovation after her passionate declaration-

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

-The crowd is silenced as the voice of Amay Wythyst pulsates through the arena again-

Amay: Pardon the intrusion, but...it seems to me like you may have FORGOTTEN about somebody…-she looks up at Drollins from her chair, who looks down at Amay with narrowed eyes. Amay giggles as the crowd cheers- You've addressed all the others but...meeeee...and I...I believe I've put two and two together as to WHHHHYYYY. I caught onto it, and I'm sure many of my fireflies did, as well…-the crowd cheers as Amay mentions them- you never mentioned myself, because you know that neither you, nor your accomplices…-she steps up from her rocking chair, getting directly in Drollins' face- have EVER been able to lay waste to me OR my sisters! -the crowd is electric, as they are pumped for this confrontation- You passed me up, thinking nobody would notice, but I did…-she grins-

Drollins: Nothing gets past you, huh? You're right, but that's because The Sword and your family have never crossed paths. The only skirmish you and I have had was in the Battle Royal, where we were in the final two. We went for roughly 7 minutes, before we both eliminated each other at the same time.

Amay: A true shame we didn't get to determine which one of us was the more supreme being.

Drollins: We were evenly matched on that night, but only one of us can eclipse the other at High Stakes.

Amay: Indeed. -she grins- I have...a question for you. In fact, I will afford the question to the whole of you. The ambience of which we are being thrusted into on the Sabbath...it could be your road to ruin. You must withstand the carnage, the annihilation, the damnation...it shall be a reincarnation...of HOLOCAUST. -she giggles- You all may appear serene and chivalrous...but I know the true nature of your emotions. I can sense your trepidations! I can FEEEEEEL your dread! The wings of a thousand butterflies are fluttering against your INSIDES! The thought of cold, unrelenting steel brushing against your skin divulges you into an extreme state of PANIC! Your spine is realigned completely as you plummet off of the alloy tower! Your guts CURL in despair as each rung you ascend seems to bring you further and further away from your ambitions! If you look down, your muscles tense up, and your grip lessens at an astounding pace! Yet when you look up, your legs wobble, and your feet begin to lose their balance. Tell me, girls...you may not be afraid of elevation...but you are TERRIFIED of the implications this match could have on your careers...perhaps even your LIVES!

-None of the women answer, most of them looking nervous by biting their bottom lip or some other things. This gives Amay all the information she needs-

Amay: AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! YOU IGNORANT FOOOOOOLS! YOU ARE FRIGHTENED BY SUCH TAME ISSUES?! A ladder match is NOTHING compared to the things I'VE SEEN! I've trekked through the pits of HELL! I've SWALLOWED the swords of paladins! I've CLASHED with the Gods of elder! I have suffered through a myriad of catastrophes that FAR outweigh the peril of a simple LADDER MATCH.

Drollins: Cut the crap, Amay! You haven't done ANY of that! You're a mortal being JUST like the rest of us!

Amay: -she chuckles- Don't be so sure of that, my child...you know NOTHING of my past.

Drollins: "My child"? What the hell, dammit?! How OLD are you?! You can't be much older than me!

Amay: -she scowls- I am more than just a mere NUMBER…I am EVERYTHING. I'm the dirt, the grass beneath your toes, a boxcar and a pack of matches! I'm the air that's all around you! -the crowd can't get enough of this as they are cheering excitedly- You cannot simply put a statistic on me! I...am FOREVER. I know all of your every waking thoughts, man...and if you fear something as trivial as a ladder…-she chuckles- than you ain't got a glimmer of hope. Not one prayer to save you…

Drollins: -she looks around the ring- Are you guys HEARING this?! Do any of you actually believe the crap she's spewing?!

Berry: I sure as hell don't. I think the bitch has been swung around by alligators so many times that her brain has been permanently rattled.

Amay: Beth Drollins...your sword will find not one chink in my armor. Our first battle was just a testing of the waters...and within these waters you shall DROWN. This Sunday will be the true testament towards seeing just how deep your blade can pierce. So sharpen it up nicely, and see if you can discover my soft underbelly…-the crowd cheers as Amay cackles- You ain't got nothing in this world, man, if you ain't got power. Without power, we would all just be tiny little mice trapped in the jungle...running for our lives from tigers. Power, man, power can be so addicting. You need power. You crave power, and I just so happen to think that power, it will be the downfall of all mankind as we know it, man. After all, a powerful person is to be respected...but a weak person is less valuable than the dirt that stains his clothes. Power and influence, that's my game, man. As long as I'm living right here, right now with you, my people, inside of this Universe..that right there represents all the power I could ever need. Power and influence, power and influence, power and influence...at High Stakes, I will stand at the top of a ladder...and I will change the world as it is forever. Because hanging above my head…-he looks up at the briefcase- is my absolution. Hanging above me is my glory. And hanging above myself...is the change that you all have been praying for. All I have to do is reach up and take it. And when I do-and I promise you, I will-I will truly be able to say...that I have the whole world in my hands. -the crowd cheers insanely as Amay grins-

Crowd: SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOORLD, IN HER HAAAANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOLE WIIIIDE WOOOORLD, IN HER HAAAANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOOOORLD, IN HER HANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HER HAAANDS...SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOORLD, IN HER HAAAANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOLE WIIIIDE WOOOORLD, IN HER HAAAANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOOOORLD, IN HER HANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HER HAAANDS...SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOORLD, IN HER HAAAANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOLE WIIIIDE WOOOORLD, IN HER HAAAANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOOOOLE WOOOOORLD, IN HER HANDS-SHE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HER HAAANDS...

Amay: YES, MY BROTHERS! YES, MY SISTERS! AND THE WOMEN BEFORE ME...THEY'LL BE LIVING IN MY WORLD! A world...a world I promised I'd give to somebody one day…-Amay removes her fedora, and shakes her hair over the back of her head- I believe that the time has come...for the dirty ones to soil the world. The women joining me in this ring...they're pawns. And this Sunday...they will fall. For at High Stakes, me and my sisters...will be standing tall...rejoicing as the world...begins to BURN. -so many cheers- The nature of humans has always...fascinated me. I mean look at y'all, runnin' around like a bunch of blind mice chasing a piece of cheese. But riddle me this: what shall happen when the snake enters the maze? I'll play your childish little game for now, gals...but let it be known that I am the Empress! I am the designer of chaos! I decide who does what and where they do it. I deal the cards. The world spins on axis above my jagged teeth and when I clamp down, believe me, the world will shake! At High Stakes, I will put an end to this child-like charade! All I have to do is climb up that ladder and take, take, take! TAKE! WHAT IS MIIIIIINE! ….We've exited the laws of reality, children. Enter...the Era of Wythyst….RUN, and FOLLOW...THE BUZZARDS! -the crowd cheers as loud as they have all night as Amay puts her fedora back on her head, and outstretches her arms with a maniac grin on her face. The sound of creepy piano keys brings the arena to complete darkness-

*DEH!*

-After a few seconds, more piano keys are played-

*DEH!*

-The lights return to the arena, as the camera shows Amay Wythyst lounging back in her rocking chair, but this time, she is situated at the bottom of the ramp, grinning menacingly-

Ahuizotl: That is...that is some EERIE stuff…

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

Luna: Ummm...well...I suppose it's a good a time as any to begin our main event…-a multitude of cheers are heard- Originally, this was going to be an 8 woman tag team match, but now with Berry Punch joining the fray, I feel it's only necessary to involve her…

Berry: I ain't got an issue with that. Just gives me some more changes to whoop some ass. -cheers-

Luna: Alright then. On one team, we will have Amay Wythyst, Beth Drollins, Midnight Strike and Turf...and they will be combatted against Rarity, Cadance, Trixie, Twist and Berry Punch, to create a 5 on 4 scenario. -the crowd "OHHHHs"- Good luck to all the members of the match this coming Sunday. -the same crew members from before slip into the ring and begin to remove Luna's podium as the participants in the main event go to their corners-

Garble: So it's a handicap match, then. Whoa! This is an absolutely HUGE main event! And how about the stuff that was said in the ring?!

Ahuizotl: Things got closer to becoming violent with the men, but the women were WAY more malicious against each other.

Garble: Probably because they're women…

Ahuizotl: Oh gosh...you just HAD to say that…

Garble: Hey, it's a good point and you know it. Amay Wythyst was the STAR of the whole ordeal, if you ask me. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand! But then again, I suppose she usually DOES.

Ahuizotl: But it comes as to no surprise to me that Luna gave the team involving Cadance and Trixie the advantage…

Garble: Yeah, but she also slotted BERRY PUNCH to team with that. That doesn't seem like a good idea to me…

Ahuizotl: Yes, that's a great point. That's the most loose definition of a "team" that I have ever heard! It may self destruct before the bell even rings!

-Both teams have gathered into their official corners, with Rarity and Turf starting off for their teams. With that, the bell is rung, and the action begins-

Main Event: Amay Wythyst, Beth Drollins, Midnight Strike & Turf vs Rarity, Trixie, Cadance, Berry Punch & Twist

Garble: Well, they've made it this far...color me impressed.

-7 minutes later-

-Berry has Midnight Strike in a seated position in her team's corner. She begins stomping into her chest-

Garble: -as the crowd cheers loudly- I didn't think we'd get to see this again tonight!

-A quarter of the way through her stomps, Cadance slaps Berry's shoulder, causing Berry to stop her stomping. She looks at Cadance with a dropped mouth, and furrowed eyebrows-

Garble: Cadance just...she just tagged herself in!

Ahuizotl: Of course she did! The NERVE of her!

Cadance: -to Berry, gesturing to the ropes- I'M legal now! GET OUT! -the crowd boos loudly-

Crowd: FUCK OFF, CA-DANCE, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, CA-DANCE, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, CA-DANCE, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, CA-DANCE, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, CA-DANCE, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP* FUCK OFF, CA-DANCE, FUCK OFF! *CLAP CLAP*

Berry: -pointing at Midnight- YOU WANNA TAKE HER PLACE? I'LL STOMP MY BOOT THROUGH YOUR PLASTIC CHEST!

Referee: -approaching Berry- Come on, Berry, get out of the ring!

-Berry puts a middle finger in Cadance's face, which she grins wickedly at, before she exits the ring and joins her other partners on the apron-

Ahuizotl: I guess that was the reaction Cadance was going for…

Garble: Well why ELSE would she tag herself in? Just to be a BITCH! Berry was in complete control, and there was no reason for Cadance to want to stop her team's momentum!

-As Cadance is busy smirking at Berry, Midnight has gotten up from the corner and has climbed to the top rope. As Cadance re-directs her focus towards her, Midnight jumps off, wrapping her legs around Cadance's head and taking her down to the mat with a Hurricanrana=

Garble: SEE?! Now Cadance has her team all flustered! Midnight's offense is so fast-paced, she could score the victory for her team in a moment's notice!

-5 minutes later-

-Turf runs from her team's corner to the other team's corner, jumping up and driving both of her knees into Trixie's chest, which the crowd "OHHHHHHs" at-

Ahuizotl: GOOD LORD! Turf, driving all of the air from Trixie's lungs with that hellacious Double High Knee!

-Turf then positions Trixie to where she is resting on the middle rope, which excites the crowd-

Garble: Heeeey now! We know what happens next!

Turf: -to all of Trixie's team- I'M THE BOSS! AND I RUN THIS SHOW, BITCHES! -much of the crowd cheers at Turf's attitude-

-Cadance looks the most displeased at Turf's claims as Turf uses the bottom rope to spring herself into the air. Before she can drop her knees into Trixie's abdomen, Trixie brings her foot up, causing Turf's face to land RIGHT into her sole! Turf falls back-first to the mat, holding her face as the crowd OHHHs at the impact-

Garble: AMAZING COUNTER! The flexibility of Trixie, allowing her to block access to her ribs with her boot, which Turf smashed her face into!

Ahuizotl: Maybe that will stop her from spouting all those harsh words...then again, MOST of the women in this match would be a LOT more bearable if they didn't speak at ALL.

Garble: I feel ya there…-he nods, as Trixie removes herself from the middle rope, walking up to Turf and hitting the One and Only on her as she gets to her feet!- ONE AND ONLY! SHE USED THAT MOVE AGAINST BERRY PUNCH LAST WEEK!

-Trixie covers Turf, hooking her leg wildly as the ref drops to the mat-

*1…..2…-Turf kicks out, as Trixie immediately rises to her feet, placing a boot on Turf's head so she cannot move away as she reaches out to tag in Cadance-

Ahuizotl: And just like Berry Punch, Turf is able to get her shoulder up. And now LOOK at this! Look at how QUICKLY Trixie transitions that pinfall into a quick tag to her partner in The System. Trixie doesn't waste time getting frustrated. She instead goes right back on the offense.

Garble: That's how a PRO does it, and Trixie is a pro in every aspect of the word. She tags in Cadance, whom she is going to have to get used to working with if she wants to stay a member of The System.

-6 minutes later-

-Rarity has Midnight Strike set up for the Sequin Special-

Garble: The plain black look of Midnight Strike could be moments away from getting beautified! ….Not that there's anything wrong with the plain black look, though.

Ahuizotl: A lot of people are probably taking that out of context…

Garble: Well that's THEIR fault, not mine.

-Midnight is SOMEHOW able to wriggle her arms free from being hooked around Rarity. Midnight then throws her arms in the air, signifying her next move as she bends her body back before quickly thrusting her body forward, wrapping her arms around Rarity's midsection and uses her momentum to FLIP Rarity and herself in the air before Rarity's back crashes into the mat, whereas Midnight as her legs placed on top of Rarity in a pinning formation. The crowd LOVES this move as they prove this by popping HUGE-

Ahuizotl: YOSHI TONIC! YOSHI TONIC! PINNING PREDICAMENT!

*1….2….-Rarity kicks out JUST before the three count, as Midnight releases her pin and rolls backward onto the mat, resting on her knees-

Garble: I've NEVER seen a counter like that to the Sequin Special! That was ABSURD by Midnight Strike! Freeing her arms and letting loose with an UNBELIEVABLE Sunset flip Powerbomb!

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

Ahuizotl: And this crowd appreciates it! What a MATCH these 9 incredible athletes are putting on!

-5 minutes later-

-Midnight Strike is standing on the apron, stomping her feet lightly to keep herself limber as she awaits for Cadance, who is inside the ring, to get to her feet. Once she does, Midnight springboards herself off the top rope and soars to the inside of the ring, to where it looks like she is just about to perform her patented Springboard Codebreaker. But as she puts her hands around Cadance's head, Cadance grabs Midnight out of the air, tucking and sliding her arms underneath Midnight's armpits. The crowd is wowed by her strength as Cadance clutches Midnight's lower jaw before lifting Midnight even HIGHER into the air before slamming her into the mat!-

Ahuizotl: The Heart to Heart...with AUTHORITY! How high in the air was Midnight Strike there?!

-Cadance raises Midnight's legs up into the air and presses her midsection against Midnight's midsection (yes Cadance is a naughty girl, incorporating sex positions into the ring)-

Garble: SHE COULD HAVE IT!

*1….2….-Midnight kicks out, which neither the fans NOR Cadance can believe, as she looks at the referee with an angry glare as the fans cheer for the heart of Midnight-

Ahuizotl: NO! NO IT'S NOT OVER YET! Midnight, able to kick out of that...OBSCENE cover! Able to kick out of the Heart to Heart!

Garble: That was an amazing sequence right there! Midnight springboards off the ropes, and was looking for what I believe she calls The Dead of Night. But Cadance scooped her out of the air, and hoisted her even HIGHER up as she brought her down into the mat with the Heart to Heart!

Ahuizotl: Cadance has won the Crater Chick Championship with that move, as well as defeat MANY an opponent. But on THIS night, Midnight Strike would NOT succumb to it!

-4 minutes later-

-Twist kicks Midnight in the gut before wrapping an arm around her neck. The crowd cheers as Twist raises her other arm and lets loose a warcry-

Garble: Midnight may eat another finisher here!

-As Twist turns herself, Midnight shoves her away, right into the clutches of Amay Wythyst, who wraps her own arm around Twist's head and bends her down. The crowd cheers in surprise over Amay's sudden entrance into the match-

Ahuizotl: WHOA! WHERE DID AMAY COME FROM?! TWIST JUST GOT INTRODUCED TO HER OLD RIVAL!

-Before Amay can plant a kiss on Twist's forehead, Trixie comes up from behind and jumps onto Amay's back, locking in the Ursa Lock in record time which the crowd also pops big for-

Garble: AND IN COMES TRIXIE! THIS IS GETTING OUT OF CONTROL!

-Trixie yells as she applies more and more pressure to Amay. Twist soon falls out of Amay's grasp, nailing Midnight with a Pele Kick when she gets up, which knocks her down to the mat-

Ahuizotl: And yes, Midnight Strike and Twist are the legal women in this match! We can't let that get lost during all of this!

-Turf enters the fray now and runs up, placing her hands on both of Trixie's shoulders, falling down and yanking Trixie off of Amay and driving her back into her knees! The crowd continues to pop HUGE as Turf flips Trixie over onto her belly, applying a Crossface now-

Garble: SOD OFF NECKTIE! TURF LOCKS IN HER LETHAL HOLD NOW!

Ahuizotl: TIT FOR TAT, SUBMISSION FOR SUBMISSION HERE ON MONDAY NIGHT LUNACY!

-Twist gets to her feet after delivering the Pele. She turns around to immediately be faced with Beth Drollins, who is flying through the air after Springboarding off the top rope. Beth's knee crashes into Twist's forehead, the force of which knocks her towards her corner, where she falls face-first right in front of Cadance-

Garble: AND DROLLINS FLIES IN! THIS IS PANDEMONIUM!

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

Garble: THAT too!

-Cadance reaches over the top rope, hitting Twist's unmoving shoulder before climbing into the ring-

Ahuizotl: And Cadance takes it upon herself to make herself the legal participant for her team.

-Cadance enters the ring and picks Drollins up, following the same sequence to hit the Heart to Heart on her, which the crowd boos at, Cadance being the only person in this match they would boo at no matter the circumstance-

Garble: And Drollins get grounded, which is hard to do!

-Berry takes it upon herself to enter the ring and pull Turf off of Trixie. She then kicks her in the gut, and is about to give her the Bar Tab before Turf shoves Berry forward, causing her to knock into Cadance-

Ahuizotl: Oh no...Turf may have just unintentionally put this team on the FAST TRACK to IMPLOSION!

Cadance: WHAT WHERE YOU'RE GOING! I WAS ABOUT TO WIN THIS FOR OUR TEAM! -she chuckles- Excuse me...MY TEAM! -the crowd's boos rise exponentially as Berry glares at Cadance-

Berry: -putting her hands on her sides with a smirk and nodding her head in a "you serious, bitch" way. Her smile then vanishes as she kicks CADANCE in the gut, and relegates HER to a Bar Tab which EXPLODES the crowd!-

Garble: THERE IT IIIIIIS! YOU CALLED IT, 'ZOTL!

Ahuizotl: IT HAD BEEN BUILDING UP ALL MATCH, AND IT ALL CULMINATED RIGHT HERE! Berry Punch just COULD NOT get on the same page as someone as OBNOXIOUS as Cadance!

Berry: Since it's YOUR team...I'll let you handle this on your own! -she turns around and begins walking towards the ropes, making the crowd cheer super loudly-

Garble: And there she goes, just like that! Cadance has turned Berry Punch against her own team! She's forced Berry's hand!

Crowd: -as Berry exits the ring and begins walking up the ramp with her Marble Cold strut, not looking back at all- BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH! BER-RY PUNCH!

Ahuizotl: Cadance is down! Berry Punch is gone! Bodies are lying everywhere around the ring!

-The only people standing are Rarity, who has just entered the ring, and Turf, who has just gotten to her feet. She doesn't land there long, though, as Rarity takes her down to the mat with Beautification!-

Garble: And DOWN goes Turf! The Boss just got bossed AROUND by Rarity!

-Rarity gets to her feet and turns around, encountering Midnight Strike as she flies inside of the ring after springboarding off the top rope. This time, Midnight is able to nail The Dead of Night (Springboard Codebreaker,) sending Rarity into the mat without a chance of reversal-

Ahuizotl: AND MIDNIGHT STRIKE, CONTRIBUTING TO THE MADNESS!

Garble: She's the one that STARTED all of this by pushing Twist into Amay!

-Midnight gets to her feet, looking around the ring as the crowd cheers loudly. She finally spots Cadance and runs to the nearest corner, exiting the ring before climbing up to the top of its rope, the cheers growing louder and louder as she is now perched up there-

Ahuizotl: And it's all lead to THIS! Nobody can save Cadance from this inevitable! Trixie has been choked out, Rarity floored, Twist taken out...and Berry Punch might already be out of the building itself!

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

-Midnight nods at the crowd as the excitement of this match has left her gasping for breath. At long last she leaps off the top rope, driving her feet into Cadance's chest as she falls down-

Garble: STROKE. OF. MIDNIGHT! DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!

-Midnight crawls towards Cadance, slowly hooking her leg as the referee drops to the mat. The crowd has NO problem counting along to the 1...2...3, their cheers reaching ENORMOUS levels as the bell rings-

Ahuizotl: Midnight Strike and company, now riding a WAVE OF MOMENTUM as we drift on the current towards High Stakes!

Madden: -as Midnight gets to her feet, the only member of her team currently available to have her hand raises by the referee as she shoots her arms (fists balled) into the air- HERE ARE YOOOOUUUUURRRR WIIIIIINNEEEEEERRRRS...TUUUUUURF..BEEEEEETHHH DRRRRROOOOOLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIINS..Aaaamaaaaayyyy Wythyyyyyst..AAAAAAAAAAAAAND MMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDNIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT STTTTTTRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!

Garble: THAT is what happens when you try to call the shots, Cadance. "Your" team LOST! And now Midnight's team has the advantage, heading into High St-

-Garble is interrupted as Midnight is knocked to the mat after a clubbing blow from Trixie, which the crowd mostly boos afterwards-

Ahuizotl: And just like we saw after the other 8 person tag, the action continues even AFTER the match is over!

Garble: Yeah but this is so uncalled for! Midnight didn't even have her BACK to Trixie!

-Trixie puts Midnight in the Ursa Lock as she is on one knee. The crowd is booing furiously as Trixie grins as she applies pressure to Midnight-

Ahuizotl: And now the Ursa Lock for added embarrassment…

-After 10 more seconds of punishment, the pain ends for Midnight as Twist re-enters the ring and nails Trixie with a Pele Kick in the side of the head, which knocks her down to the mat-

Garble: -as the crowd's cheers make a quick return- OH! THERE'S TWIST WITH A WICKED PELE KICK!

Ahuizotl: The Ursa Lock gets forcefully broken!

-Twist turns around right into a hellacious SPEAR from Rosely Reigns, which the crowd "OHHHHHHs" very loudly at-

Garble: JESUS! WHERE DID REIGNS COME FROM?!

Ahuizotl: SHE MUST'VE CAME DOWN THE AISLE WITHOUT US NOTICING! Twist certainly didn't notice her until NOW!

-Reigns gets to her feet, bending her arms towards her waist in a flexing motion as she lets out a womanly roar. The camera shows Diane Ditzbrose climbing over the barricade to the right of the announce table-

Garble: And there's Ditzbrose! The gang's all here, and that is NOT good news for all the other women out here!

-Ditzbrose brings Drollins to her feet and helps her into the ring, where the two of them soon meet up and stand to the sides of Reigns, who looks around for their next victim-

Ahuizotl: They're the only ones standing up! I'm sure they're looking to pick someone up just so they can put them down AGAIN, though!

-Diane Ditzbrose walks over to the corner, leaning down and latching onto Midnight's hair with both hands, pulling her to the middle of the ring-

Garble: That's a yes...a very big yes.

-One sequence later, Midnight is driven into the mat with a VICIOUS Triple Powerbomb, which the crowd of course boos at-

Ahuizotl: The Sword have put a damper on this crowd, but they've never been one to care about the opinions of the fans…

-Drollins smirks as she is soon hit from behind by Rarity, who then jumps at Reigns, who luckily catches Rarity in her arms. The crowd is completely on Rarity's side as Rarity forces Reigns down to the mat and begins raining down punches onto her-

Garble: No, Rarity...no...you just made a big mistake!

-Rarity's offense doesn't last long as Ditzbrose yanks on her hair with both hands and pulls her off just slightly enough to give Drollins a window to run off the ropes and jump into the air, which ends in Rarity's head getting driven into the mat-

Ahuizotl: CURB STOMP! CURB STOMP TO RARITY!

-The boos are back as Drollins lays on her belly next to Rarity on the mat-

Drollins: What were you THINKING?! You may be pretty, but you're even more STUPID! HAHAHAAAAA! -she rises to her feet, grinning as Reigns shoves Rarity under the top rope with her boot-

Garble: Gotta admit, I think Beth is right...at least in that moment, Rarity didn't make a good decision. Gotta admire her for trying, though.

-The camera shows Turf, who is sitting at the bottom of the ramp, watching The Sword cause all of this destruction-

Turf: Screw that…-she gets to her feet and begins walking up the ramp, holding her ribs-

Garble: Turf's got the right idea. No reason to dive right into that death pit!

-Reigns leaves the ring and begins looking under the apron-

Ahuizotl: I think we all know what she's going to pull out…

-Your suspicions are correct, as Reigns pulls out a large metal ladder, which the crowd pops for, hoping for a cool spot to occur-

Garble: Yeeeeeep. That's no surprise. Just like with the Carnival of Carnage participants, a ladder is going to make its way into this engagement!

-Reigns picks up the ladder and slides it into the ring via the bottom rope. Drollins and Ditzbrose then work together to set the ladder up (not that it's too heavy for just one of them to pick up...they're just practicing teamwork and shit)-

Ahuizotl: Looks like Drollins is going up! Imagine the INSANE things she could do off the top of a ladder…

Garble: Surely she isn't going to do one of those aerial maneuvers TONIGHT?

Ahuizotl: Surely not...there'd be no point.

-Drollins begins climbing the ladder, with Reigns and Drollins standing next to the ladder on the right side-

Ahuizotl: Drollins wants to pull down the briefcase, just as Klaus did!

-Drollins is near the top of the ladder as she looks up at the briefcase with a big grin. She reaches up to grab the briefcase, but before her fingers can touch it, the lights go out, and simultaneously, she is interrupted by the sound of creepy piano keys-

*DEH!* -the arena is already filled to the BRIM with cheers-

Garble: 'Zotl...is this…?

-Garble doesn't even have to finish his question, as the lights come back on and The Wythyst Family is standing on the other side of the ring to The Sword-

Ahuizotl: IT IS! IT'S THE WYTHYST FAMILY!

-Drollins looks up, but noticed the briefcase is no longer on the cable. She looks down to see the briefcase on the mat, dividing The Wythysts and The Sword from each other-

Garble: The briefcase! How...how did it get down there?!

Ahuizotl: A good question! How INDEED. With The Wythyst Family out here, though, I guess we shouldn't question it!

-Drollins climbs down from the ladder, joining his sisters in arms as they stare at The Wythyst Family. Amay is chuckling as she looks between the three members of The Sword, all three of which have intense glares on their faces as they look between the family. Harper and Rowan stand to the sides of Amay, each with their own intense expressions-

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

Garble: The Sword and The Wythyst Family! In the SAME RING at the SAME TIME for the FIRST TIME EVER! Two groups who have been TEARING through the EWF locker room since they showed up, now SHARING the squared circle for the very first time!

Ahuizotl: We knew Amay was still at ringside, but now her devoted followers have joined them in the ring!

-Rowan grabs ahold of the ladder next to her and pushes it down. It now lays against the top rope to the The Sword's left, and The Wythyst's right-

Garble: ARE THEY GOING TO GO AT IT?! ARE THESE TWO COLOSSAL COALITIONS GOING TO CLASH RIGHT BEFORE OUR VERY EYES?!

Ahuizotl: IT'S SIX DAYS BEFORE HIGH STAKES! LET'S LAY EVERYTHING OUT ON THE TABLE!

-Ditzbrose's mouth is quivering, as she is ready to pounce if The Family makes the first move. Rosely Reigns cracks her neck in anticipation of a fight. Beth Drollins licks her lips, as she knew this would happen sooner or later. Lucy Harper looks at The Sword with wide, wild eyes. Rowan continues to glare as Amay CONTINUES to chuckle. She hasn't stopped since the lights turned on-

Garble: COME ON! LET'S DO THIS! THE SWORD IS READY! THE FANS ARE READY! I'M READY FOR THIS! THE TWO TOP GROUPS ON LUNACY, ABOUT TO BE CAUGHT ON A COLLISION COURSE WHICH COULD CHANGE THE ENTIRE EWF!

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

Ahuizotl: THIS IS AWESOME! NEITHER TEAM IS FLINCHING! WHO IS GOING TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE?!

Garble: I hate to be the bearer of TERRIBLE news, but we are OUT OF TIME, so we aren't going to be able to find out!

Ahuizotl: NO! WE CAN'T LEAVE ON THIS!

Garble: I'm sorry, but the broadcast is seconds away from ending! We'll see you all at High Stakes! GOOD NIGHT!

-The show ends with The Sword and The Wythyst Family continuing to stare at each other, as the crowd gawks in amazement while the "THIS IS AWE-SOME" chant continues. Amay's laughter only gets louder and louder. Finally, Amay's laughing stops as she spots Drollins staring deeply at the briefcase. She too does the same, as she earns a serious look on her face. Both she and Beth realize THAT is what this is all really about, as the camera zooms in on the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase-

Match Results:

Scootaloo, Fluttershy & Lightning Dust defeated Silver Spoon, Photo Finish & Fleur De Lis by Pinfall (13:11)
The Cybernetic Scavengers defeated Giz Hero & Thunderlane by Pinfall (2:14)
Bulk Biceps, Flash Sentry, Neon Lights & Bill Nyeker defeated Rumble, Klaus, Fancy Pants & Shining Armor by Pinfall (23:49)
Berry Punch defeated Indigo Zap, Bon Bon, Lyra, Flitter, Cloudchaser, Honeycomb, Sadie Sandals, Sugarcoat and Twinkleshine (2:24)
Diamond Tiara vs Diane Ditzbrose ended in a No Contest (13:36)
Amay Wythyst, Beth Drollins, Turf & Midnight Strike defeated Berry Punch, Cadance, Trixie, Rarity & Twist by Pinfall (27:35)

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 vs Berry Punch
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 (Now in Question)
Rack Attack vs SLIME & The Teacher's Pets for the Combo of Carnage Championships

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And there you guys have it. The longest episode of Lunacy EVER. I hope you all enjoyed this mammoth dildo I just thrusted into your ass cavities.