-We begin the pay per view with the epic voice of the guy who narrates the opening to every pay per view-

"And now...Lunacy...and Sublime PRESENT...EWF...HIGH STAKES…"

-Following his voice, we hear the voice of over 7,000 screaming EWF fans as they are nearly drowned out by the thunderous array of pyro that explodes around the stage. It is once again time for another incredible joint production, courtesy of the Equestrian Wrestling Federation!

The camera pans around the crowd, each and every fan out of their seat, either clapping or holding their arms up in anticipation of what is sure to be another historic night. We then pan to the announce table, which has now DOUBLED in size as it seats (in order from right to left:) Garble, Ahuizotl, Dr. Whooves and Discord-

Dr. Whooves: On the eve of THIS, another EXHILARATING night of EWF action, one which could drastically flip this company UPSIDE DOWN...we bring to you, in its purest form...High St- -he suddenly looks to his left, feigning surprise as he notices Discord- DISCORD, you flippant git! I had no idea you were here! How are ya, lad?

Discord: I would be a lot better if you didn't insult me with your outlandish tea talk.

Garble: Some would say you're speaking a lot of CODSWALLOP there, Doctor.

Dr. Whooves: It's not nonsense! It's a lot more compelling than that booty chatter everyone spouts over here. What with your "swag" and your "deez nuts"...HOW IS THAT FUNNY?! IT'S JUST A BLACK MAN! We British know TRUE comedy!

Ahuizotl: Doctor, do us all a favor and stop Monty Piping up.

Garble: -looking to his right- 'ZOTL?! WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE, MAN!?

Whooves: I didn't notice him, either! THIS IS RIGHT BOLLOCKS! Me and Garble were informed that WE would be calling the show tonight. Just the two of us!

Discord: Me and tiny pupils over there got the same call. Somebody is playing a joke on us, and I don't find it funny! And I find EVERYTHING hilarious!

Garble: Looks like our paycheck is getting split up in four ways tonight…

Ahuizotl: Oh how RIDICULOUS! -he glares over at Discord- You'd better not phone it in tonight, pal!

Whooves: Yes, you have to earn your pay like the rest of us! Don't make us do all the work.

Discord: -moaning- But you guys are soooo GOOD at what you do!

Garble: Bro I SWEAR...I will CLAIM your part of the paycheck if you do a lousy job at this desk!

Discord: -frowning- Well now you're just being INCONSIDERATE…we're all good friends here, let's not squabble. Tonight is a very important night, and our commentary will reflect badly on the evening if we spend the whole show bickering.

Whooves: Yes. And our bickering isn't too convincing...I suppose the jig is up. We're not very good actors...the whole audience saw us WALK OUT here together!

Garble: It was 'Zotl's stupid idea. I knew it would never work!

Ahuizotl: Well, it wasn't my idea to put the four of us out here together as the first ever QUADRUPLE announce team. THAT would be the EWF management, but we're not going to make them regret it, are we?

Garble: Dude...an entire show with ALL of us calling the matches? This is the greatest business decision you could ever make! There's no WAY this could go wrong!

Whooves: We have all been in the same room MANY a time, but not ONCE have we all been out here to lend our voices to each and every action that takes place in the ring. This will be a FIRST, a FOUR MAN announce booth, as a part of what will be a NIGHT OF FIRSTS in the EWF!

Ahuizotl: The first, and hopefully not the last. You mentioned that tonight would be exhilarating, and that's the TRUTH! We have FOUR action-packed ladder matches lined up, with each looking to launch a legendary career of two women, and two men.

Garble: But whether these men and women are ready or not, whether they are scared or fearless, these ladder matches could not only HEIGHTEN their careers, but they will surely SHORTEN them, as well...wrestlers can get injured from a simple HIP TOSS, so imagine what a fall off of a 20 foot high steel ladder could do to their bodies...it's not too hard to imagine what the outcome will be, but it likely WON'T be pretty.

Whooves: We can promise you ONE thing...it will be MASS CHAOS here in, appropriately enough, the Lunacy Asylum. We are all excited at the broadcast booth, but I know ONE man who is ECSTATIC about what tonight will bring, and he's sitting directly to my left. Nobody adores chaos more than him...-he looks over at Discord, who shrugs with a disinterested look-

Discord: Eh, chaos is ALRIGHT, I guess, but I've kind of fallen out of that trend...I'm all about ANARCHY now! -he gets a sadistic glint in his eye as he grins at the thought of anarchy-

Whooves: -with a deadpan expression- They're the...they're the same thing…

Garble: Hey, don't judge. Your country is into LACROSSE. Let the man have his tastes! There will be PLENTY of chaos AND anarchy tonight, D-Cord.

Discord: Ooooooo! NOW I'm invested! -he leans forward in his seat, chuckling wickedly as he taps his fingers together-

Whooves: And SO is the EWF Universe! To get the high reward, these men and women will have to subject themselves to high risks. The HIGHEST risks they have ever faced! This will be a night of TERROR...it will be a night of GAMBLING...and most of all, it shall be a night...of PERIL. And EVERYONE involved...is at hazard. This...is High Stakes! -he looks to his right to see the hand of Garble-

Garble: -as Whooves shakes his hand- Doctor. -Whooves nods his head at him, before looking to his left and shaking the hand of Discord-

Discord: Doctor.

-Finally, Whooves turns back to his right to shake the hand of Ahuizotl-

Ahuizotl: Doctor.

Whooves: -with a single nod- Doctors. -with that, he turns back to look in front of him. The other three do the same, before, after a long pause, they begin giving each other a variety of several confused looks-

Discord: …..We're not doctors!

-After many more seconds of sharing bewildered looks, Garble, Ahuizotl and Discord join Whooves in looking back towards the stage, the three of them still confused as to what exactly happened. Whooves looks as if nothing ever happened. We hear the bell sound as the camera pans to the ring, where Madden is standing in the middle of it-

Madden: -as he speaks, the camera focuses above his head, where the Carnival of Carnage briefcase is hanging- The following conteeest, is the CAAAARNIIIIIVAAAAAAAL..OOOOOOF CAAAAAARNAAAAAAGE! -the crowd cheers loudly- The ONLY way to win is to climb a ladder, and retrieeeve the briefcaaaase! The man who does this, will be declared the WINNER, and can use said briefcase to receive a Carnage Championship match ANYTIME, ANYPLACE, for up to ONE YEAAAAR…-the camera has since zoomed all the way in, as we can only see the briefcase from closeup, and the blurry form of the fans behind it-

*"Retaliation" by CFO$ injects the audience with a sudden eruption of vibrancy-
Whooves: It only makes sense to start off tonight's mayhem with the concept this pay per view is named after...a ladder match!

Madden: Introducing first...FROOOOOM CAAAAAANTERLOOOOT! Weighing in at 227 POOOOOUNDS..FLLLLAAAAAAAAAASH..SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENTRRRRRRYYYY!

Ahuizotl: And the first warrior entering the combat zone, is perhaps the most fearless man in this match.

Garble: That's what he CLAIMS, but I think there's more going on inside Flash's head than he's willing to admit. I mean, just LOOK at what awaits him! DOZENS of ladders are set up on both sides of the stage! Every inch of the barricade that leads down the ramp is covered up by a ladder! Ladders have been SCATTERED around ringside to the point where you will have to MANEUVER yourself around them if you are going outside! How could you NOT be terrified, or at least WORRIED at the thought of competing in one of these matches?!

Discord: And don't forget all of the ladders that are being held hostage under the ring apron. But I don't agree with you. This guy is a raving LUNATIC! He's a Class-A NUTJOB, and I mean that in the most sincere way possible! Being that crazy gives you advantages, and I don't believe that Flash Sentry sees all of these ladders as obstacles, or as things he needs to fear. He KNOWS they will hurt him, but he's willing to put himself through as much pain as needed to get the job done here.

Whooves: In Flash Sentry's mind, the ladder match should fear HIM. He says he is the IRON MAN of the EWF; that he can both dish out AND receive ungodly amounts of punishment, yet still be capable of getting to his feet every time. This match right here will certainly put his allegations to the test.

-As Flash walks down the ramp, he comes across a ladder that is set up at the bottom of the ramp. Rather than walk around it, Flash opts to walk UNDER it, gaining even more cheers from the crowd-

Ahuizotl: Oh man...THAT is what we're talking about! Flash Sentry, CARELESSLY taking a stroll under that ladder. If you believe in superstitions, that's blasphemous. But if you're like Flash Sentry, it doesn't mean a damn thing to you.

Whooves: I don't know if the man doesn't believe in superstitions...he just might not care about the consequences!

-Flash enters the ring through the middle rope, walking around the perimeter of it as the fans cheer him loudly-

"Look everyone, it's RUMBLE!" -some cheers are replaced with boos, but the strong fanbase of Rumble still comes out strong. Photo Finish enters from the backstage area and jogs down the ramp, camera in hand, stopping at the halfway point as the camera pans up from his fuzzy boots to his duckface. Rumble turns around, gesturing a "come on out" signal. Four members of the EWF staff walk through the curtain, each carrying a giant platform which holds Rumble's custom-made ladder-

Madden: Aaaaand his opponents...FIRST! Accompanied byyy PHOOOTOOOO FINIIIIISH! Now making his seasonal residence in SANTORINI, GREECE! Weighing in at 201 POOOOUNDS...RrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrUUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!

Discord: So this guy lives in Greece now. Is that right?

Ahuizotl: He sure does, and of course he couldn't WAIT to tell me about all of the luxurious furs he's been stocking up on since he set up camp in Santorini…

Whooves: No, no! It's okay! We DON'T need to hear about this.

Discord: Actually, I'm quite curious.

Ahuizotl: -heavy sigh- Of COURSE you are...well, he wanted to get his hands on some fur from the national animal of Greece, but then he found out their national animal was the Phoenix. He was so furious about this that he went after the next best thing: the Dolphin, which the Greece also adore. But Dolphins don't have fur, so he just settled on the brown Least Weasel, which also inhabits Greece. That is what the tassels on his boots, and his armbands are made out of. His jacket tonight is made from the fur of the Red Fox, also from Greece.

Whooves: ….Thank gosh you're finished. I just about fell asleep.

Discord: You're just jealous because he dresses better than you, Whooves. Case in point, what you're wearing tonight…

Whooves: It works for my style, and besides, I don't go bragging to people about it, or flaunt it around.

Discord: Yeah, because it sucks.

Garble: But you've got to admit, Doctor...the ladder that is being carried behind Rumble IS quite marvelous.

Whooves: It does look pretty spectacular, but what use does it have in professional wrestling? It would fit in if it were part of a parade, or as a prop on a stage, but what good does it do for Rumble in this match?

Discord: It's an extension of his personality, you goof.

Ahuizotl: It isn't going to protect him in this match, though. Everyone else is going to be gunning for him with a steel ladder in their mitts.

Discord: It doesn't HAVE to protect him. It is an accessory, and Rumble is a MASSIVE fan of accessories. It also makes Rumble SUPERIOR to all of his opponents, because HE has a custom-made ladder, and all of them DON'T.

Whooves: He's a superior TODGER, but that's about it…

Discord: If you're going to insult somebody, make sure to speak English when you do so.

Rumble: -looking away from his phone at the men carrying his ladder, stopping on the side of the ring to the left of the stage- Right here is good. The men are physically exhausted as they slowly lower the ladder down to the floor, grunting with beads of sweat dripping off of their faces- DON'T GET SWEAT ON MY LADDER OF LUSCIOUSNESS! -the ladder is set down, as all 4 men are bent over, trying to catch their breath- SCRAM, GRODBALLS! -the 4 men skedaddle as Rumble begins to climb his ladder-

Whooves: And not even a thank you for all the trouble those men went through to get that eyesore down to ringside…

-Rumble is now at the top of his ladder, doing what else? Snapping a multitude of selfies as much of the crowd showers him with cheers. Photo Finish is of course at the bottom of the ladder, taking her own pictures-

Garble: This could be the only time anyone ever climbs the Ladder of Lusciousness. You've got to document this moment so it may never be forgotten!

Whooves: Give me a break...this kid had better start taking this match seriously.

Discord: Would you LAY OFF? He'll do so when the bell rings! He is a former Carnage CHAMPION! I think he knows what he's doing!

Whooves: Mark my words...if anyone is to crack under pressure from the cruelty of this match, it'll be "Prince Pretty." And after getting smacked with a ladder, he may not be so pretty anymore.

*"Devious" by Dale Oliver brings forth the first unanimous boofest of the night*

Madden: NEXT! Accompanied by FLEEEEEUUUUR DE LIS! Frooooom CAAAAANTERLOOOOOT! Weighing in at 248 POOOOUNDS..FAAAAAAAAANCYYYYY PAAAAAAAANTS!

Ahuizotl: As a male model, Rumble may not be a fan of the brutality aspect of this match, but how do you think Fancy Pants feels? A refined, haughty mogul from Canterlot, Fancy Pants must not take too kindly to the barbaric nature of this type of contest.

Garble: Maybe not, but he's one of the toughest men in the EWF. One of the most AGGRESSIVE, too. And if you want to be successful in a ladder match, you had BETTER be willing to get NASTY in there. I doubt Fancy minds the rigid structure of this match.

Whooves: He and his partners in EGO have been DESPERATE to get back in the limelight ever since they lost the Combo of Carnage Championships. With a victory tonight, they will all be one step closer to being a focal point on Monday Night Lunacy.

-The crowd's cheers reach unbelievable levels as "Under My Skin (Original Mix)" by Ilan Bluestone & Jerome Isma-Ae blares through the speakers-

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..weighing 211 and THREE QUARTER POOOOOOUNDS..KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSS!

Discord: YES! YEEEEEEEES! This is MY MAN!

Whooves: I should've known YOU would be a fan of Klaus…

Discord: Why WOULDN'T I be?! The man is...he's...he's the greatest two sport athlete in the history of the WORLD! WRESTLING! SKIING! And who KNOWS what ELSE he does in his spare time! He could be the best KNITTER! Or maybe the best SODA CAN OPENER!

Whooves: You CANNOT be serious…

Garble: Let's not joke around here, Klaus is a SERIOUS threat in this, and every other match he participates in. Arriving on the scene in a Battle Royal nearly one month ago, he shocked EVERYONE be making it into this match.

Ahuizotl: And then the next week, in his debut singles match, he knocked off Flash Sentry in what was one of the BIGGEST upsets we've seen in the EWF!

Discord: Yeah! And you CAN'T call stuff like that a "fluke," Whooves!

Whooves: You're right, I certainly can't. And I won't call it a fluke if he winds up winning that briefcase tonight. But Klaus irks me to know end, just like all of the other male and female competitors that are so swollen headed from all the bragging that they do.

Discord: Well he's got a RIGHT to brag. He's had an amazing first month in the EWF, and that month isn't even OVER yet! It could become TEN times more impactful with a win here at High Stakes!

Ahuizotl: I don't really want that to happen...we will NEVER hear the end of it from Klaus…

-Klaus begins skiing down the ramp, swerving to avoid the few ladders at the bottom of the ramp before stopping before he hits the ring apron. He begins to remove his ski gear as the crowd cheers insanely. The camera gets a shot of Flash Sentry in the ring, glaring at Klaus as he cracks his knuckles-

Discord: WOO-HOOOOO! Do it again, Klaus! One more time!

Whooves: JUST GET IN THE RING! THIS ISN'T THE SLOPES!

Discord: HE'S GOT TO TAKE HIS GEAR OFF, WHOOVES, YOU DAMN MISERABLE TWAT!

Garble: Klaus' ski gear actually doubles over into his wrestling gear. I wonder how hot it is in there…

Whooves: Why is this crowd so ENTHRALLED by that?! All he did was slide down the ramp! It was so simple!

Discord: Hey, he avoided the ladders at the bottom, too! That takes some God-given SKILL.

Whooves: Oh please...WHO CARES about what he can do as a skier? I'm more interested to seeing what he can accomplish in the ring.

Ahuizotl: Are you saying that wrestling fans can't ALSO be fans of skiing?

Whooves: That's not what I'm saying AT ALL...I just don't understand why he feels the need to show off his skiing skills when he's at a WRESTLING EVENT.

Discord: Because Klaus can do it ALL! In a few minutes, he's going to show you what a tremendous WRESTLER he is, too, so quit your whining, Whooves!

Garble: Yeah, and stop being a Jealous Jimmy.

Whooves: I AM NOT JEALOUS OF ANYONE OF THESE FOOLS!

-Klaus enters the ring, holding his fists up into the air with a large grin as the crowd cheers so much for him-

-The sound of a school bell ringing brings forth our next competitor to nothing but boos-

Madden: NEXT! Froooom CAAAAAANTERLOOOOOOOOOT! Weighing in at 229 POOOOOUNDS...BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL..NYYYYYYEEEEEKEEEEEEERRRRRRR!

Ahuizotl: This will be Bill Nyeker's first pay per view match since Final Reckoning in March. Since that point, he has led his tutelage to Dwight Dawson and Xavier Kendrick.

Whooves: Tonight, Mr. Nyeker and his students could both be walking out winners. Imagine Kendrick and Dawson capturing the Combo of Carnage titles, and Bill Nyeker winning the Carnival of Carnage briefcase.

Garble: If that becomes reality, these fans may finally have to respect the rules of Bill Nyeker's classroom.

Discord: Unlike Rumble and Klaus, I don't have anything good to say about this man. He's vile to the core, as we learned this past Monday...I had no idea the reason he got fired from his teaching job was because he had gotten into fights with students.

Ahuizotl: Neither did I, but it does sound like Bill Nyeker to me. It was likely because the students weren't giving him the proper respect he thought he was entitled to. But these aren't students he'll be facing off with tonight. They are 7 other men, all after the same goal as he, and they will be a MUCH stronger opposition. Let's see if Bill Nyeker's return to the ring winds up being a successful one.

-Nyeker enters the ring with a grimace, smacking his yardstick into the palm of his hand. He uses the yardstick to point at the briefcase with a smirk-

Nyeker: The EWF is currently in the midst of a very savage conundrum...and me procuring that briefcase is the solution!

-The cheers return to the arena as the lights go dark, except for the spotlight that illuminates the mix table on the left side of the stage-

DJ Z: SUBLIME….LUNACY….yo it don't MATTER which side you ridin' with! Take my hand and cover your eyes because I'm 'bout to hit the SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH! -the crowd cheers- You! Are! Now! BACK! -the crowd repeats along with him- IN. DAH. MIX! With that Yung Go Hard, DEE. JJJJJJAAAAAAY ZEEEEEEEEEE! -more cheers follow- Ahahaha! You all know how we do. You all were here just last month, when mah boi Neon Lights, he was just seconds away from becoming the King of the Ring. Now we all know how that turned out…-many boos follow, as DJ Z shakes his head- Yeah, yeah, pretty crappy. But you can all chill, because one way or another, he is GETTING THAT TITLE SHOT! -massive cheers- He may not be the King of the Ring, but after he gets his anxious ass up that ladder...you may as well start callin' him the King of CARNAGE. -cheers- That's right, that's right! You ain't gonna pull the rug, heh...or the RUNGS out from under him this time, because he is straight up LIT, my dudes! And I know we're at HIGH Stakes, but I ain't talkin' about THAT kind of lit…-he wags his finger- nah, he is TURNED UP! -cheers- so I want y'all to do TWO things for me tonight. ONE...call the fire department, because mah boi is about to set the Asylum ABLAZE! And two...MAKE SOME NOISE, ALL YOU GIRLS AND BOOOOOOYS! For NEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON..LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTS! -the crowd does exactly that, nearly enveloping the arena in cheers as DJ Z sounds of the air horn many times-

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

-DJ Z meets Neon Lights as he enters the stage. He gives him a brofist before walking behind him, pointing both of his index fingers at him as if to say, "you the man!" Neon begins to walk down the ramp, fistbumping everyone that he can-

Madden: NEXT! Frooooom CAAAAANTERLOOOOOT! Weighing in at 218 POOOOOUNDS..NEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOON..LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTSSSSSSS!

Garble: Coming off the biggest month of his career, where he NEARLY became King of the Ring, Neon Lights looks to duplicate, if not even do BETTER by coming out victorious in this ladder match.

Whooves: Many people have said that Neon Lights, as a highflyer, will have an obvious advantage in this match, and I do agree. Who knows what lengths this man will go to in order to walk out of the Asylum with the Carnival of Carnage briefcase in his possession.

Ahuizotl: And interestingly enough, notice that DJ Z will not be joining his tag team partner at ringside here tonight, similar to a few weeks ago when DJ Z faced off with Giz Hero, where Neon Lights stayed backstage.

Discord: Neon Lights lost in the finals last month when DJ Z was in his corner. Maybe he thinks he will win if he stays out of this? I have no idea, and I'm not trying to stir the pot.

Garble: Who knows the reason. Maybe DJ Z feels he'll be in the way. Maybe this is simply a match Neon Lights feels he needs to win on his own. In any event, I think it's quite possible that he CAN survive this ladder match, and come away with the briefcase, but WILL HE is the ultimate question.

-"Awakening" by Black Electric returns the deafening boos to the arena-

Madden: NEXT! Frooooom CAAAAAANTERLOOOOOOT! Weighing in at 244 POOOOUNDS...SHIIIIIIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIIIING..AAAAARRRRRRRMOOOOOOOORRRRRR!

Whooves: This entire concept was built with opportunities in mind, and here is who I would consider the most OPPORTUNISTIC man not only in this match, but possibly in the ENTIRE EWF.

Garble: You're not kidding. Shining Armor has been making his mark, and hasn't turned down a chance to get ahead of everyone since he first appeared in the EWF. From turning his back on his best friend, and the love of his life to get into bed with the Champion, to being automatically placed into this ladder match without even having to EARN his way in. He's a true master of the art of sleaziness, and he'll do damn near anything to get his name one step further into the bright lights.

Ahuizotl: The shameful rise of Shining Armor has been one of the most disgusting things I've witnessed in the EWF, but he has the higher ups and their chosen ones behind him, so there is nothing we can do but sit back and hope that he is unsuccessful in his hopes of ruling the male's division.

Discord: Is there really ANYBODY that likes this guy except for the people that are backing him up?

Whooves: Maybe his grandmother, but I wouldn't be surprised if she kicked the bucket after witnessing all the vulgar things he's been doing the past 6 months….

-Shining runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring through the bottom rope. Flash doesn't take his eyes off of him even for a SECOND, but Shining has no problem not even GLANCING at his old friend. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and throws the devil horns into the air, the crowd booing him furiously as he closes his eyes and smirks at their hatred of him-

Discord: He truly does relish in the audience's hostility…

Ahuizotl: And this crowd could grow to despise him even MORE if he turns out to win this match. If that occurs, we may want to make our exit, because a riot could break out.

-"Next Big Thing" by Jim Johnston brings the polar opposite of crowd reactions to the Asylum-

Garble: The mood in this building just COMPLETELY changed…

Madden: Aaaaand..accompaniiied, byyyy SURRRRIIIIII..POLOMAAAAAAAN..froooom MINNEAPOLIIIIS, MINNESOOOOTAAAA! Weighing in at 296 POOOOOUNDS..BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULK..BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEPSSSSSS!

Discord: I've actually got GOOSEBUMPS on my arm right now! GOOSEBUMPS. I can't recall anything garnering a reaction like that out of me before!

Whooves: Yeah, you're a pretty mellow guy, but with a specimen like Bulk Biceps, I'm not sure how you COULDN'T be excited! Ever since he's met up with Suri Polman, destruction and disarray have been left in his path.

-Bulk paces around on the stage before bringing his arms down towards his thighs, an explosion of pyro firing off on both sides of the stage. He begins to methodically stomp down to the stage, with Suri Poloman following behind him, each step with a purpose-

Garble: This guy is a MACHINE, straight up. But sometimes, machines have malfunctions, and that is what happened this past Monday. Bulk had singlehandedly decimated ALL of his opponents for High Stakes, when, just as he was about to leave, he was BLINDSIDED by a diving Flash Sentry with a freaking lead pipe!

Ahuizotl: And if it weren't for that lead pipe, Bulk Biceps would have been the only man standing out of these 8. But even though Flash swung that pipe as HARD as he could, Bulk still got up. The question on my mind is HOW much punishment will it take to keep this beast, this ANOMALY down for good?

Discord: I don't know if a ladder will get the job done, but maybe the combined effort of all 7 of his opponents? We saw something similar at The Royal Rumble, but that was just THREE men. If all seven of these guys come together as one, maybe they can vanquish this seething beast, because if Bulk gets ahold of one of them, he WILL put them down. And he'll keep grabbing these guys until he's the only one left standing.

Whooves: He may be the most physically imposing force in all of the EWF, and this is coming from a guy who watches The Underbaker steal people's SOULS on a weekly basis. If Bulk Biceps gets his hands on that briefcase, the Carnage Champion is in serious, SERIOUS jeopardy of losing his title.

-Bulk jumps onto the apron and jogs his feet in place before he enters through the middle rope, eyeing each and everyone of his opponents, though Rumble is the only one not looking at him, as he has propped himself up on the top rope, snapping numerous selfies-

Ahuizotl: The stage...is SET. The very first ever Carnival of Carnage ladder match...is about to begin.

-The camera pans to close-up shots of each of the competitor's faces, each looking determined in their own right, and each with one goal in mind: to capture the Carnival of Carnage briefcase-

Crowd: -begin chanting- LET'S GO KLAAAAUS- -not a different side of the crowd, but all of the crowd, just like they chanted for Klaus, now chant- NE-ON LIGHTS! -the crowd then chants- RUMBLE'S GOR-GEOUS-FLASH SEN-TRY! LET'S GO KLAAAAUS-BULK BI-CEPS!

Ahuizotl: They don't know who to cheer for, so they're chanting ALL of their names!

-The crowd continues to chant multiple combinations of those 5 names-

Crowd: -after a pause, a random guy in the audience shouts, "WHAT ABOUT FANCY PANTS?" The crowd then pauses for a few more seconds before seemingly shrugging and breaking out into a chant of- FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS! FAN-CY PANTS!

Discord: WHOA...if ANY member of EGO ever gets chants, it's usually Fleur De Lis.

Random guy in the crowd: ….BILL NYEKER?

Crowd: -once again, pausing, thinking, "okay, this MIGHT be a stretch," yet they DO start a chant of- BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER! BILL NYE-KER!

Garble: They've even resorted to chanting for NYEKER! This is...this is just WEIRD…

Whooves: What has this world come to?

Discord: There's only one name they HAVEN'T chanted, and I GUARANTEE you...they ain't chanting it.

Random guy in the crowd: Don't laugh at me, but...WHAT ABOUT SHINING ARMOOOOR?

-The crowd proceeds to laugh, shunning the guy for even THINKING of such a thing-

Discord: I KNEW IT. These fans aren't THAT careless!

Shining: -exiting the ring and standing on the apron, looking out into the crowd- THAT GUY WAS ONTO SOMETHING! WHY DON'T YOU CHANT MY NAME? -he outstretches his arms and closes his eyes, grinning wildly as the crowd BURIES him in boos. Shining's grin turns into a sour grimace as he opens his eyes-

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

Shining: No! Fuck all of YOU! -the crowd boos mercilessly- I'm going to be the next Carnage Champion, and you all can FUCK YOURSELVES! You'll learn to love me after you are tired of the taste of your own CUM! -he re-enters the ring, and prepares himself for this match, blocking the crowd's never-ending hatred out of his mind-

Garble: I'm pretty sure this crowd would rather suck their own penises for an eternity than have to deal with Shining Armor as the Carnage Champion...

Match 1: Carnival of Carnage - Klaus vs Flash Sentry vs Rumble vs Fancy Pants vs Bulk Biceps vs Bill Nyeker vs Shining Armor vs Neon Lights

-As soon as the bell rings, all seven of Bulk's opponents (even Rumble, who leaps off of his lounging position on the turnbuckle and quickly places his phone in the corner) run up to Bulk and begin to attack him-

Whooves: Terrific strategy to kick of this match! This is exactly the plot that Suri alluded to on Monday Night!

Ahuizotl: Dispose of Bulk Biceps before he disposes of you! Can these 7 men successfully eliminate the biggest threat in this match, though?

-Bulk is driven into the corner by the combined effort of his 7 opponents, who are punching and kicking at him furiously from everywhere to the back of his head to his lower thighs, though he continues to stand on his feet. The same cannot be said for his opponents soon as, in a sudden fit of rage and inhuman strength, Bulk powers out from their onslaught and forcefully shoves ALL seven men away from the corner and down to the mat, the crowd ALREADY losing their minds-

Discord: And the EWF fans, right out of the gate are going WILD!

Ahuizotl: BULK BICEPS! WITH EVERY BIT OF STRENGTH IN HIS BODY, SWATTING AWAY HIS ASSAILANTS!

Whooves: Even as ONE, these men were not able to restrain the monster known as Bulk Biceps! What hope do they have, then?!

-Bulk quickly sets his sights on Rumble, placing his arms around his waist and lifting him up off the mat before CHUCKING him behind with a German Suplex-

Garble: And Rumble goes for a RIIIIDE- -Fancy Pants, the second largest man in the match, catches Rumble before he splats into the mat- Oh! No Sauerkraut for Rumble! His trip to Germany has been cut short!

Whooves: Fancy Pants, using his own impressive strength to his advantage. If one of these men are taken out of commission, their changes of grounding Bulk are LESSENED.

-Bulk agitatedly runs at Fancy and Rumble, but Fancy has the wherewithal to juke to the side with Rumble in his arms. Standing behind Fancy, waiting to strike, is Bill Nyeker, who jumps into the air and latches his legs around the wide frame of Bulk, locking in his Number Cruncher armbar while doing so-

Discord: And the smartest man in this match, Mr. Bill Nyeker, SCHOOLING Bulk Biceps here you could say!

Ahuizotl: The Number Cruncher! Bill Nyeker's specialty armbar! It may seem IMPOSSIBLE, but with one fell CRANK, the arm of Bulk Biceps could be SNAPPED.

Whooves: No matter how big or strong you are, bones are still bones, and they can be broken with the right amount of pressure!

-Bill Nyeker screeches as he cranks on the arm of Bulk Biceps, who has a look of both frustration and agony on his face. The rest of the men are now back on their feet, and rush over to continue their assault on Bulk. They all chime in with punches and kicks, and soon are able to knock Bulk down to the ground-

Garble: They got him down again! And Nyeker has that submission hold CINCHED IN! I don't think Bulk is going to be able to power out of this situation!

-As Nyeker continues to apply pressure to Bulk's arm, men like Fancy, Klaus and Rumble kick away at Bulk's body, while Flash, Neon and Shining Armor get down on their knees and strike away at the defenseless Bulk-

Whooves: Suri Poloman, looking on in SHOCK and panic, as her client may already be on borrowed time in his quest to win the Carnival of Carnage!

-Nyeker releases the hold and gets to his feet, and begins to initiate the next part of this impromptu plan-

Nyeker: -gesturing to Klaus, Flash and Rumble- You three! Carry his arms! -he then gestures to Shining, Neon and Fancy Pants- And you three! Seize his legs! I will prepare the quietus (final blow.) -the guys don't really know what he means by that, but they know he must have something in mind, so they do as he says, if only just for this moment-

Discord: -as Nyeker exits the ring, and moves over to the Spanish announce table- If my Latin is correct, quietus means "at rest," so I can only assume that Bill Nyeker has a plan to excommunicate Bulk Biceps from this equation!

Ahuizotl: The Spanish announce table is already being unassembled, so his grand plan must have to do with that.

-Shining, Neon and Fancy slide under the bottom rope, carrying Bulk's legs. Rumble, Fancy and Klaus soon follow suit, lowering themselves to the mat and rolling out of the ring as they have hold of Bulk's arms. They carry him over to the Spanish announce table, lying him atop of it as Bill Nyeker retrieves a nearby ladder-

Whooves: Lord only knows what punishment Bulk Biceps is about to endure! He's been placed on top of the announce table, and Nyeker is dragging a ladder over to that same spot!

Ahuizotl: I'm not sure, but it very well could be a moment that we NEVER forget!

-Bill sets up the ladder right in front of the Spanish announce table, as all of the other men (except for Klaus, who slipped away once he helped set Bulk on the table) gather around the ladder-

Flash: So...who's gonna go up there?

Neon: Yo, I'm game. -he shakes his fingers as he licks his lips- Yeah! Let me put the finishing touches on this mosaic! (painting)

-None of the men seem to have any objections, as they all stand back and allow Neon Lights to adminish the deathblow-

Garble: I don't blame those dudes for not wanting to go up there! If they have any luck, not only will Bulk be out of the picture, but Neon Lights may kill himself doing the damn jump!

Discord: Let's kill two birds with one stone, shall we?

-Neon moves around to the other side of the ladder and begins to climb it, the crowd's anticipation levels rising with each passing second-

Whooves: Neon Lights' true profession may be a DJ, but he's looking to paint a beautiful portrait here tonight at High Stakes!

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

Ahuizotl: And this crowd, FIRMLY behind this exciting young star!

Garble: It's almost like they're willing him on, or wishing him good luck! He's gonna need all the luck in the world in a matter of time!

-Even Photo Finish is setting up her camera as Neon Lights makes it to the very top of the ladder. He looks down at Bulk, and then all around the arena with a wide grin on his face-

Discord: Look at Neon Lights! He's not scared! He's PERFECTLY comfortable being as high up as possible!

-Neon looks directly down at Bulk, preparing himself for the moment where he takes the leap of faith-

Neon: -he points down at Bulk with both index fingers- LET'S SPIN THIS SHIIIIIIIIIIT! -with that, he launches himself off the top of the ladder. Many flashbulbs are set off by the numerous cameras of the thousands of EWF fans as Neon pulls off a front flip in midair. The crowd's OHHHHHs intensify the more that Neon plummets. Neon allows himself to drop onto Bulk, his leg crashing into his chest, at which the announce table EXPLODES on impact, as does the crowd!-

Discord: SWEET JESUUUUUS! NEON LIIIIIIGHTS, FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER, DOWN ONTO BULK BICEEEEPS!

Garble: THE MOVE NEON LIGHTS CALLS THE GRUV GLIDE, AND YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE WHY! He glided, alright! He glided ALLLLLLL the way down into the chest of Bulk Biceps!

Ahuizotl: The Spanish Announce table! It is completely DESTROYED, as may be Bulk Biceps!

Discord: But what about NEON LIGHTS?! That crazy kid may have taken himself out of this match!

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

Whooves: MY. SENTIMENTS. EXACTLY! Neon Lights! Bulk Biceps! Neither man moving! Let's look at this AGAIN!

-A replay is shown of Neon Lights' spectacular dive-

Garble: The TOP. Of the FREAKING. LADDER! The lengths Neon Lights was willing to go to in order to eliminate Bulk Biceps...GOOD GOD!

Ahuizotl: But he may have eliminated HIMSELF! He may not move for the rest of the night!

-Another replay of Neon's death defying leap is shown, this time from a different angle-

Garble: WOW...that was, as you said, Doc...a thing of BEAUTY!

-Suri Poloman is shown at ringside with her hands over her head, and her jaw dropped nearly to the floor-

Discord: Ms. Poloman is just like all of us, except HER reaction is for a different reason! Her client's hopes of winning this match very well may be OVER!

-Flash rolls Neon away from the debris as Fancy Pants tosses a full-sized ladder onto Bulk's body-

Fancy: -looking behind at the rest of his opponents- Don't just stand there, gents! We've got to take precautionary measures!

Ahuizotl: Oh! And Fancy Pants, also using his wit! Why not make it even MORE difficult for Bulk to get up?!

-All of the men, except for Neon, who is out of commission for the time being, and Klaus, who is on the other side of the ring, grabbing his own ladder from under the apron, begin grabbing their own ladders from around ringside and trekking back over to the announce table, where they then DUMP them onto Bulk's unmoving body-

Discord: BRILLIANT strategy! They're going to BURY Bulk Biceps in 100 percent, Grade A STEEL!

Ahuizotl: But LOOK! LOOK IN THE RING! As these men do so, Klaus is in the ring with his OWN ladder!

-The crowd is cheering profusely as, while the other men focus on burying Bulk, Klaus sets up his own ladder in the middle of the ring-

Whooves: The devious and deceptive Klaus! He snuck away after aiding his opponents, and he doesn't want to risk what happened to Bulk Biceps happening to him!

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

-Klaus begins to climb the ladder at a fast pace-

Discord: Klaus is known for his quickness on the slopes. And he may soon be known for his quickness in scaling rung after rung of a ladder!

-As the other men are piling ladders onto Bulk, Shining Armor notices that Klaus is nowhere to be seen. His first impression is to look to the ring, where he catches Klaus at the halfway point on the ladder. Shining slides into the ring and approaches Klaus from behind-

Whooves: Uh oh...perhaps he should've waited for a more opportune moment.

-Shining grabs onto the portion of Klaus' outfit on his lower back and pulls him down to the mat, the crowd booing viciously. Before Klaus can react, Shining grabs Klaus' head and BASHES it into one of the steel rungs of the ladder. The crowd becomes even LOUDER with their boos as Klaus drops to the mat-

Garble: The fans don't like it WHATSOEVER, but you can't fault Shining Armor here. He wasn't going to allow Klaus to sneak away with that briefcase.

Ahuizotl: Yes, because sneaking away with accomplishments is SHINING'S thing, after all.

Whooves: That statement couldn't be more true. As we focus our attention back to ringside, LOOK at the heap of ladders that has been built on top of Bulk Biceps' supine frame! There must be at least a DOZEN or so stacked up on him!

Discord: That should keep the beast at bay for at least a GOOD portion of the match. But this IS Bulk Biceps we're talking about, here. He has been EXTREMELY hard to neutralize for a long period of time!

-Flash steps back, slapping his palms together and rubbing them like someone does to signify a job well done. (I don't know how to describe it. Dusting his hands off I think is the correct term.) Next to him are Nyeker, Fancy and Rumble, who survey the damage they've caused to Bulk and look pleased at their handiwork. As their backs are turned to the ring, all four of them are knocked down to the floor themselves as Shining Armor chucks the one ladder into the ring OUT OF IT. The ladder nails ALL four men in the back of the head, sending them down to the floor in succession-

Garble: OH CRAP! Watch where you throw that thing, you ASSHOLE!

Discord: And we spoke of opportunistic earlier, and Shining Armor perfectly ENCAPSULATES that trait with that right there! He just singlehandedly took out the rest of his competition, and this leaves him the ONLY man standing right now!

-The crowd's boos CANNOT be silenced as Shining Armor exits the ring with a smirk-

-1 minute later-

-Shining has spent the last minute making sure that all of his opponents are down and out. He constantly struck as Rumble, Nyeker, Fancy, Flash and even Neon Lights with a ladder he had previously picked up-

Whooves: Shining Armor has laid waste to every man in this match, and this crowd is absolutely LIVID about it!

-Shining slides that same ladder into the ring, and soon joins it. He sets the ladder up directly under the briefcase, and begins to climb-

Ahuizotl: This is NOT the way I want this match to end, but it very well may right here! Shining Armor is ALL alone in the ring, with that briefcase JUST about his head!

Crowd: ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS! ANY-THING BUT THIS!

Discord: Shining Armor doesn't give a damn who likes it or not! He is only out to please a FEW select people, and that would be HE, and The System!

-Shining is nearly at the top of the ladder when he looks up, grinning as the briefcase is dangling just a few inches from his face. He moves a hand up, touching the briefcase-

Whooves: Shining's got the briefcase! He's the first man to put his fingers on it, and he could be the one to pull it down!

-The crowd's prayers are answered, as, when he least expects it, Shining is STABBED in his side with...a SKI POLE, courtesy of Klaus!-

Garble: SHINING! SHINING GOT STUCK, AND KLAUS WAS THE PERPETRATOR!

-Shining falls off the ladder in pain, crashing into the mat as he holds his side. The crowd is cheering wildly as Klaus throws the ski pole to the outside-

Ahuizotl: Shining Armor forgot about KLAUS! He made sure every man had been taken care of BUT Klaus!

Whooves: Did Klaus...did he seriously just use a SKI POLE to knock Shining off of that ladder?!

Garble: He sure did! It might not be very practical, but ANYTHING can be used as a weapon with the right mindset!

Whooves: Not practical is RIGHT, but it certainly WAS effective.

Discord: It's just another example of the SUPREME AWESOMENESS of Klaus!

Crowd: KLAUS IS AWE-SOME-AND SO COOL! KLAUS IS AWE-SOME-HE'S THE BEST! KLAUS IS SUPER COOL-AND SO AWE-SOME! KLAUS IS THE BEST-HE'S SO GREAT!

Garble: If Klaus can capture that briefcase, ALL of those statements will be true!

-3 minutes later-

-Neon Lights has since gotten back to his feet, and is now alone in the ring, beginning to climb up a ladder-

Whooves: After his OUTSTANDING dive onto Bulk Biceps, Neon Lights is back in the game! But he doesn't have to do anymore highflying in this match! All he has to do is reach! REACH UP, and claim that briefcase as his own!

-Neon is fingertips away from touching the briefcase before Rumble makes his presence known. Upon re-entering the ring, Rumble grabs hold of the side of the ladder and shoves it forward. The crowd's OHHHHs begin again as Neon and the ladder begin to tumble over to the ropes on Neon's left side. Neon, realizing danger is afoot, jumps OFF of his position on the ladder, and lands ON the ropes to his side-

Ahuizotl: GOOD GRIEF! Neon Lights avoids disaster!

-Neon brings his hands forward as the crowd is going crazy, and he places his hands on the top of the ladder to stop it from tipping over-

Garble: He's got the ladder now! What's he gonna do?!

-Neon pushes the ladder over the opposite way, hanging on to the top of it with both hands. The crowd stares in awe as, while the ladder swings to the other side, Neon swings his body through the bottom of the ladder (and by bottom I mean under the second rung from the top,) and plants BOTH of his feet into the face of Rumble! Rumble falls backwards onto the mat as the crowd is going INSANE-

Discord: AMAZING! ….INCREDIBLE! NEON LIGHTS, CONTINUING TO CAPTIVATE!

Garble: I...I don't even know how to DESCRIBE that! (yeah, I feel ya, Garble...it was hard for me as well.) Neon FELT that he was about to crash into the ropes, so he leapt off before it was too late, landed ON THE ROPES, and then used the ladder to vault himself forward!

Whooves: And he allowed his body to pass UNDER the ladder, and send his boots into the face of the UNSUSPECTING Rumble! UNBELIEVABLE.

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

-Neon is dangling with his hands still at the top of the ladder. But he isn't in that position for long as he, in one fluid motion, thrusts himself forward with enough force that his body swings into the air. His legs are flung so high into the air that Neon can simply flip himself over upon releasing his hands from the top of the ladder. Neon is able to balance himself ON TOP of the ladder as just his knees and upper legs are placed up there. Then, he finishes off the amazing sequence simply by sitting down on top of the ladder, with his legs dangling off of the front and back of the ladder as the crowd cheers as loud as they have all night-

Ahuizotl: MY GOD! MY LORD! NEON LIGHTS IS SIMPLY PHENOMENAL!

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

Whooves: THEY ARE GOING TO BE CHANTING THIS MAN'S NAME ALL NIGHT LONG! HOW A HUMAN BEING COULD PULL THAT OFF IS SIMPLY UNREAL TO ME!

Garble: First the dive from the top of the ladder, and then dropkicking Rumble through the BOTTOM of the ladder! And now we have THIS. Slingshotting himself up INTO the air, and allowing himself to land onto it! This is like something out of a VIDEO GAME!

-Neon can't help but grin at the amazing feat he just pulled off, as the crowd continues to chant "THAT WAS AWE-SOME." A replay is shown of that entire sequence, from the ladder being pushes over by Rumble to Neon flipping himself onto the top-

(Again, I REALLY hope all of you readers understood what just happened. I think I did a pretty damn good job of explaining it, but it IS a complex spot, so I'm sure some of you don't quite get it. I DO have a video that shows you the concept of a small part of the second spot. It's taken from the Wrestlemania 25 Money in the Bank match, where Kofi Kingston does something similar to what Neon did: gyazodotcom/04d48ac95f6f4b5190413f2e2cfd000b except Kofi was on the mat when he did it, while Neon was on the ropes, but that it was Neon DID do after he left the ropes. As for the other halves of the spot, where Neon jumps off the ladder and lands on the ropes, and the part where he flips himself from the under the ladder back to on top of it, I feel like I've seen both of them in other ladder matches, but there are SO MANY ladder matches out there, that I just wouldn't know where to look. Maybe I came up with them myself, but I THINK I've seen them in some matches before. If you guys know what matches they are, please tell me, because I'd like to watch those spots again. But whether they've been done in a match before or not, I truly hope everything that just happen made since. Okay. Back to the match.)

-As Neon sits on top of the ladder, reaching for the briefcase, both Fancy Pants and Bill Nyeker have re-entered the ring, and are climbing up each side of the ladder-

Garble: Uh oh...Neon Lights has company!

-As Neon looks down to his left, he is hit with a punch to the gut from Nyeker. As he is stunned, both Nyeker and Fancy Pants, from their respective sides of the ladder, grab ahold of Neon's hair. They then proceed to chuck him off the top of the ladder! The crowd's OHHHHHs are nearly deafening as Neon plummets down and literally gives the mat a splash-

Ahuizotl: OHHHHHH THAT'S SICKENIIIIIING! HOW CAN ANY HUMAN BEING SURVIVE A FALL LIKE THAT?!

Garble: He did it before, so I think we'll see him back in the matchup later! But for now, FUUUUCK...Neon Lights has been launching HIMSELF off ladders since the bell rang. But this time, he was unceremoniously HEAVED off!

Discord: I LOVED that! Bill Nyeker and Fancy Pants, they're speaking my language right now!

Crowd: -to Neon- PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!

-As Fancy looks down at Neon for a split second, he is nearly smacked with the briefcase in the head by Bill Nyeker, who grabbed onto it with both hands, in hopes of using it as a weapon-

Ahuizotl: Fancy Pants! He catches the case! He almost got WALLOPED.

Garble: Speaking of pants, if I were that high up, I would've SHIT my pants by now!

-Nyeker's face droops as Fancy looks at him with a menacing glare as he continues to grasp at the briefcase. Fancy thrusts the case forward, causing Nyeker to jerk his head back, at which point Fancy quickly lets go of the briefcase and wraps an arm around Nyeker's head-

Discord: OH! OH! NYEKER FLINCHED! FANCY PANTS JUST PLAYED HIM!

Whooves: HE'LL BE DOING MORE THAN JUST FLINCHING IN A FEW SECONDS! He'll be CONVULSING.

-Fancy grabs a fistful of Nyeker's trunks before SUPERPLEXING him off of the ladder! Even though they are some of the least popular people in the match, these fans respect the pain both individuals go through as both of their backs CRASH into the mat! Nyeker's back arches in pain while Fancy Pants doesn't move a muscle upon impact-

Whooves: A SUPERPLEEEEEX! WHAT IS GOING THROUGH THESE MEN'S MINDS WHEN THEY FALL OFF OF THAT LADDER?! HOW MANY YEARS ARE BEING TAKEN OFF OF THE CAREERS, OFF OF THEIR LIVES?

Discord: They'll worry about all of that LATER! For right now, the only thing they need to focus on is winning that briefcase! But at this point, I'm not even sure if any of these men will be able to WALK, let alone CLIMB up a ladder!

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

Ahuizotl: There they go again! The EWF Universe, voicing their AMAZEMENT over this match! But what else did you expect...from the CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE? There's carnage EVERYWHERE right now!

Garble: This is going to be a night of REPLAYS, I can tell already! Let's get another look at this UNBELIEVABLE turn of events! -a replay is shown of Fancy Pants' superplex to Bill Nyeker- I bet right now, Mr. Nyeker would rather be in his classroom, biting into an apple instead of having to endure stuff like THIS!

Whooves: Sublime's Octavia utilizes the Superplex every now and again, but she merely executes it from the top rope. Fancy Pants just hit one from TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR!

Ahuizotl: We'll just coin it a Super-DUPERplex, because that's exactly what it was!

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

-2 minutes later-

-Shining Armor is incapacitated on the outside of the ring, near the stage. Flash Sentry is inside the ring on his feet, and he notices Shining slowly getting to his feet-

Garble: There are no ladders in the ring, and the closest one is right next to Shining Armor. I think we know where this is heading!

-Flash runs off the ropes, setting his sights on Shining. As his head pops out through the middle rope, Shining Armor turns around and BASHES a ladder that is revealed that he picked up into the cranium of Flash!-

Whooves: -as the crowd OHHHHHHs and winces at the impact- GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! WHAT A THUNDEROUS IMPACT!

Discord: And that ladder that was so close is what Shining used to turn that Suicide Dive into a straight-up HOMICIDE!

-Flash's head, upon impact with the ladder, is forced back into the ring, along with the rest of his body. Flash stumbles into the grip of Fancy Pants, who grabs a hold of Flash before hitting Elite Execution on him-

Whooves: And now Elite Execution! That Cobra Clutch slam adding EXTRA damage to Flash Sentry!

-Shining Armor looks pleased at Flash getting hurt. He nods his head slowly with a smile-

Fancy: -at Shining with a scowl- Don't look so chipper, boy! I didn't do that for your benefit. Now how about you bring that ladder into the ring, and hold it up for me so it doesn't tip over while I'm climbing it? -he smirks- That's about all you're good for, fellow.

Garble: Oh man...Shining just got analized.

Whooves: What in Cricket's stroke does that mean?!

Garble: Analized...ya know...Fancy Pants just made him...butthurt. -he sighs- I didn't want to have to explain it.

Whooves: You shouldn't have even uttered it, you bloke. That's REVOLTING.

Shining: -looking pissed- I'LL SHOW YOU! -He is just about to step onto the apron before he is sent down to the floor with a Supermodel Kick from Rumble-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd cheers- And the crowd ate that up! And it looks like Fancy Pants enjoyed it, as well.

-Fancy Pants chuckles as Rumble slides into the ring and approaches him-

Discord: And with these two egotistical men in the ring at the same time, sparks could fly!

-Rumble swipes the now un-ponytailed hair in his eyes to the back of his head-

Rumble: I normally don't do this sort of thing, but...my friend, Photo has gotten awfully friendly with your friend, Fleur. So I'd like to propose, even if it's just for the time being...a little alliance...what do you say?

Whooves: Did I just hear that right? Rumble wants to be in a symbiotic relationship with Fancy Pants?

Garble: They could both do some damage together. A former Combo of Carnage Champion, and a former Carnage Champion, working together.

-Fancy thinks about it for a while, before shaking Rumble's hand with a smirk. This causes Rumble to gain his own smirk as both Photo and Fleur are both shown, side-by-side on the outside to be ecstatic-

Ahuizotl: Well there we have it! Rumble got what he wanted, and those two ladies seem very excited about that. They've had a budding relationship going on over the past few weeks, and now it seems like Fancy Pants and Rumble have developed the same partnership.

Discord: Huh….that's not what I expected to go down, but I can live with that.

-Rumble continues to grip Fancy's hand before using it to pull him in closer, where he then releases the firm handshake and nails Fancy Pants with the Beauty Shot!-

Whooves: -as the crowd cheers loudly- THERE are your sparks, Discord!

Discord: YAY! Excellent! Rumble is too gorgeous to need the help of any man!

-Rumble grins arrogantly as he swipes his index finger against his bottom lip, as Photo Finish looks stunned and Fleur De Lis looks furious-

Garble: The Dream Team is over before it even began! -he frowns- Tear.

Crowd: -much of them chant- RUM-BLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* RUM-BLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* RUM-BLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* RUM-BLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* RUM-BLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* RUM-BLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-2 minutes later-

-Flash Sentry is now the line man in the ring as he makes his way up the rungs of the ladder, the crowd cheering him on-

Ahuizotl: Flash Sentry could be moments away from achieving the biggest victory of his career!

Whooves: Lunacy would certainly be turned upside-down with someone like Flash Sentry as its Carnage Champion!

-As Flash begins to touch the briefcase, boos flood the Asylum as Shining Armor gets back into the ring-

Garble: Victory may not be as close as Flash thinks!

-Shining Armor grabs onto the bottom of the ladder, and just before Flash can pull down the briefcase, he slowly tilts the ladder over. The crowd's heart skips a beat as they OHHHHHH to the scene of Flash Sentry falling backwards off the ladder as it is fully tipped the opposite direction-

Ahuizotl: No no no no! -unfortunately for Flash, a ladder has been placed on the outside, acting as a bridge between the barricade and the apron. Flash's body travels to the outside and plummets onto the center of the ladder, breaking it into TWO SEPARATE PIECES!- NOOOOOOOO!

Whooves: FLASH SENTRYYYY! HIS BODY JUST COLLIDED INTO THAT LADDER, AND BROKE IT IN HALF!

Discord: AND NOW FLASH MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF! SHINING ARMOR HAS JUST REMOVED HIS FORMER PARTNER, HIS FORMER BEST FRIEND FROM THIS MATCHUP!

Garble: I'm with you, Discord! Flash AIN'T getting up after that! NO WAY! He's OUT OF THIS MATCH!

Crowd: JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST! JE-SUS CHRIST!

Ahuizotl: Flash just got CRUCIFIED, so that chant is VERY appropriate! Let's take a second look at this!

-A replay is shown of the ladder being tipped over and Flash falling down onto the ladder, smashing it in two-

-Shining Armor's jaw is agape at the damage he has just caused to his former friend, but he definitely enjoys it as he rests against the ladder. Medical personnel begin to file out to the stage, strolling a stretcher down the ramp-

Whooves: Thank gosh...this is exactly what Flash needs right now. I don't know the state of his health, but he CANNOT be in good shape after what he just went through!

-Some referees accompany the doctors to the ringside area to aid them. The referees carefully remove Flash from the rubble of the ladder while the medical staff set up the stretcher. An orange backboard is placed on the floor that the referees lie Flash on top of-

Ahuizotl: This is a real shame to watch...Flash Sentry is going to have to be stretchered out of the arena, and likely taken to a nearby hospital…

Whooves: It's incredibly hard to watch, but this is the risk you take simply by COMPETING in a ladder match, especially one with so many competitors. Flash Sentry said he was indestructible...but the truth is, NO human being is indestructible, and that especially goes for Flash Sentry.

Garble: He may not be indestructible, but he had a damn great showing in this ladder match, but I'm certain that his performance has been cut short...

-The medical staff straps Flash in so that he is secure and won't slip off the backboard before they lift the board up off the ground, carrying it over to the mobile part of the stretcher and laying it down. The crowd begins cheering at the effort put forth by Flash-

Discord: This crowd is sad to see him go, but they're showing their respect for Flash, nonetheless. He was just SECONDS away from winning the Carnival of Carnage, but alas, he'll have to make an early exit from the festivities.

Crowd: THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH! THANK YOU, FLASH!

Shining: -leaning over the top rope, watching the medical staff lead the stretcher up the ramp- NA NA NA NAAA..NA NA NAAA NA..HEEEY, HEEEY, HEEEY..GOOOODBYYYYEEEE….NA NA NA NAAA..NA NA NAAA NA..HEEEY, HEEEY, HEEEY..GOOOODBYYYYEEEE….NA NA NA NAAA..NA NA NAAA NA..HEEEY, HEEEY, HEEEY..GOOOODBYYYYEEEE….

Ahuizotl: And Shining Armor just can't HELP but rub it in the face of all these fans that HE was the one to dispatch Flash Sentry from this match…

Whooves: He's a rotten bastard, and we all wish that HE would've been the one on that ladder and FLASH would've been the man to tip it over!

-As Shining continues to sing (terribly, might I add,) a rumbling is occurring at ringside. The crowd comes to life after booing Shining as they bear witness to the resurgence of Bulk Biceps, as the ladders at the top of the pile go flying forward! He rises up from the pile of ladders, shoving many of them aside with his mammoth arms, seething with rage and intensity-

Garble: THAT'S HORRIFYING!

Ahuizotl: AS ONE MAN MEETS HIS UNTIMELY END, ANOTHER SURFACES TO WREAK HAVOC OF HIS OWN!

-Bulk steps over the remaining ladders in the pile, as the crowd is going nuts-

Whooves: WE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER ESCAPE, BUT APPARENTLY THESE MEN DIDN'T GET THE JOB DONE! THE BEAST HAS AWOKEN FROM HIS STEEL SLUMBER!

Discord: That may be the coolest thing I've EVER SEEN! There is HELL TO PAY, gentlemen, and HERE is the lessor to collect!

-Bulk rushes the ring as Suri Poloman has a grin on her face for the first time since Bulk was making his entrance. Shining's singing is cut off as Bulk wraps his arms around his waist and FLINGS him backwards DIRECTLY on top of the ladder that Shining pushed over, which had been leaning against the ropes ever since!-

Whooves: He has RISEN from the rubble, and now he looks to create his OWN rubble!

Garble: And he's starting with Shining Armor! What a HELLACIOUS German onto that ladder!

Suri: AGAIN! AGAAAAAAIN!

Ahuizotl: Suri isn't satisfied!

-Bulk obliges, as he picks up Shining, who crumbled to the mat after his back hit the ladder. Bulk then launches Shining across the other side of the ring with a wicked Exploder Suplex!-

Discord: That's what Shining gets for torturing us with that WRETCHED singing! …..Oh yeah and for being a massive dick, too.

-Bulk lets out a war cry as he gets to his feet, the crowd beginning to chant, "SU-PLEX CI-TY!" The next recipient comes in the form of Bill Nyeker, who is waiting for Bulk and jumps up on him when he turns around. He again wraps his feet around Bulk's waist and latches onto his arm again-

Whooves: And the nefarious Bill Nyeker, looking to tame the beast again! He was the mastermind behind the plan that kept Bulk Biceps out of this match for over 10 minutes.

Garble: Yeah, but he doesn't have anyone to help him tranquilize this beast right now.

-Bulk quickly escapes from the Number Cruncher by placing his free hand against the side of Nyeker. He then bends down and uses all of his strength to toss Nyeker backwards, effectively breaking Nyeker's grip on his arm-

Ahuizotl: What ELEVATION Nyeker caught there! And what LENGTHS he flew, as well! His feet landed right next to the turnbuckles of the corner behind him!

Whooves: It was a Northern Lights Suplex, but with no bridge. Well, as close as Bulk COULD get to a Northern Lights with one of his arms behind trapped behind his own back.

-Bulk returns to his feet, and as he turns away from Nyeker, he gets ROCKED as Neon Lights is now in the ring and JUMPS up at Bulk, striking BOTH of his knees into his forehead!-

Discord: -as the crowd OHHHHs- THEW! ONE lethal knee strike would be enough to knock out a NORMAL competitor, but even TWO knees have only got Bulk Biceps leaning over!

Ahuizotl: He is a special kind of athlete; a different breed from the rest, but those knees DID stun him, and that's ALL it takes!

Garble: I don't care how many people groan at this, but even if he never does that again, I'm coining that double knee strike: Knee-On, Lights Out!

-As you could predict, Ahuizotl, Discord AND Whooves all groan-

Ahuizotl: Could you NOT? Just DON'T!

-Neon runs off the ropes, and jumps into the air for what will be Balancing Levels. Bulk is able to grab Neon out of the air before the move is completed and hoist him onto his shoulders, which excites the crowd-

Discord: Bulk, the giant rock that he is will ALWAYS beat the Scissors Kick!

Garble: You know what not only beats the Scissors Kick, but sends the Scissors Kick SPIRALING through the air? AN F5!

-Bulk turns around with Neon on his shoulders to catch Klaus rushing towards him with a ladder in his hands. Bulk quickly throws Neon aside and, just before Klaus jabs the top part of the ladder (or the part you stand on) into his gut, he grabs ahold of it with both hands and takes control of this situation by pushing the ladder, which, in turn pushes Klaus into the corner. Klaus is now pinned against the turnbuckles with the bottom portion of the ladder (what makes it stand) crushed against his stomach while Bulk continues to hold onto the top of the ladder-
Whooves: You just CAN'T get the jump on this guy, can you?!

Ahuizotl: Only if you're quick enough and he doesn't notice you. But unfortunately for Klaus...he noticed him.

-Bulk continues to force air out of Klaus' body by squeezing the ladder against his stomach. He finally removes the ladder away from Klaus' waist, allowing air to enter his lungs once again. But Klaus isn't out of the woods yet, as Bulk now holds the ladder in its upright position and drives it into Klaus' body-

Discord: No hope for a sigh of relief yet. Bulk isn't done toying with Klaus!

-Klaus is moved out of the corner as Bulk actually wraps his arms around body the ladder AND Klaus at once as the ladder is still pressed against Klaus' body-

Ahuizotl: Uhh...this is NOT good. This is NOT good at all! In fact, if Bulk goes for what I THINK he's going for, it'll be TERRIBLE for Klaus!

Garble: This is the freaking oddest sandwich I've ever seen! And it doesn't look tasty AT ALL!

-The crowd is filled with nothing but cheers, even though Klaus is a fan favorite as said fan favorite falls victim to an Overhead Belly to Belly suplex. A suplex in which both Klaus AND the ladder are forced to flip over Bulk's head. Klaus lands on the mat first, but his punishment isn't over yet, as, just precious milliseconds later, he still must endure the pain of the ladder landing and smashing against his whole body!-

Whooves: That was the most INNOVATIVE, yet PAINFUL Belly to Belly suplex that I've ever seen!

Discord: And if you're counting at home, because these fans sure are, that counts as TWO. One for Klaus, and one for the ladder! I've never seen anyone suplex A LADDER before!

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

Whooves: Bulk Biceps is in a ZONE right now! A zone that everyone else that hasn't felt his wrath should stay at least a good hundred feet AWAY FROM.

-Bulk then turns his attention back to Neon Lights, who he lifts to his feet before putting back onto his shoulders-

Garble: Neon still ain't safe!

-Bulk stands to the side of the Klaus/Ladder memorial service before unleashing a deadly F5 to Neon Lights which sees Neon's entire body CRASH into the ladder, which also does extra damage to Klaus beneath!-

Ahuizotl: WHEN WILL IT END?! WHEN WILL BULK BICEPS' ANNIHILATION END?!

Whooves: Either when he wins this match, or when Suri calls him off. Neon Lights was just DECIMATED with that F5 ONTO that perfectly positioned ladder!

Discord: And poor Klaus...he couldn't do a THING.

-Bulk exits the ring, looking for his next victim. He notices Rumble crawling around nearby where he was buried under ladders. Bulk walks over to his former acquaintance and lifts him off the ground-

Garble: And now he's looking to eviscerate the extraordinary anatomy of Rumble!

-Bulk stands in front of the pile of ladders, his back turned to them, and his arms clasped around Rumble's waist-

Ahuizotl: Oh no...Bulk is...he's right in front of that assortment of ladders!

Discord: And we know where Rumble's ABOUT to be!

-Bulk releases Rumble as he throws him backwards with a German Suplex. This suplex's pain levels are magnified by TEN as the back of Rumble's body is subjected to landing on over a DOZEN steel ladders! This ALSO excites the crowd, and it excites Suri as she applauds her client's destruction with a big smile on her face-

Garble: FUCKING HELL! FUCK. ING. HELL, MAN! I know this is a No Disqualification match, but even THAT should be ILLEGAL!

Whooves: THE HUMAN BODY WAS NOT MEANT TO BE PUT THROUGH SUCH ENORMOUS AMOUNTS OF AFFLICTION! RUMBLE WAS JUST LAUNCHED INTO THE SAME HEAP OF LADDERS THAT KEPT HIM IMMOBILE FOR TEN MINUTES!

Discord: And now we can all place our bets on how long RUMBLE will be immobile. I'm guessing 6.

Ahuizotl: I'm not going to bet on a man's well-being, no matter HOW obnoxious I might find him!

Garble: Pfft...screw that! I'm getting in on this. I'm going with 4 and a half minutes.

Whooves: PLEASE. TRUST ME...you DON'T want to encourage Discord!

Crowd: CALL A CHIRO-PRACTOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CALL A CHIRO-PRACTOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CALL A CHIRO-PRACTOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CALL A CHIRO-PRACTOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CALL A CHIRO-PRACTOR! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: Rumble's going to need MORE than just a chiropractor! NOBODY wants to come into contact with those ladders, but Rumble has expressed SEVERELY that suffering ANY damage as a result of a ladder would RUIN HIM.

Whooves: Oh, it ruined him, alright! He'll be feeling the effects of that suplex for WEEKS. But I understand what you mean. The LAST thing Rumble wanted tonight was to meet with any of those ladders that he claims are "grimey" and "unsanitary."

-1 minute later-

-Both Fancy Pants and Bill Nyeker are on the rung below the top-

Whooves: The last time these two men shared this amount of height, it ended in DISASTER!

-Nyeker catches Fancy's fists and immediately takes the opportunity to lock in the Number Cruncher once again!-

Ahuizotl: OH! Disaster could strike again! Bill Nyeker's get Fancy's arm trapped in this brutal submission hold!

-Nyeker positions himself to where he is now SITTING on top of the ladder, adding as much pressure as he possibly can-

Garble: HE'S GONNA BREAK HIS ARM! NYEKER'S AT THE VERY TOP!

Discord: A tapout won't help him win the match, but it could certainly weaken Fancy Pants!

-Fancy Pants is writhing in pain, desperately trying to remove himself from this situation. He finds an answer as he is starting up at the briefcase. With his free hand, Fancy raises his arm up and grabs ahold of the briefcase. Though he is in an excruciating amount of pain, he is still able to smack the briefcase into Nyeker's head, which finally releases the hold as Nyeker now has both hands on the back of his head-

Ahuizotl: VERY smart by Fancy Pants there! Using his resources to escape!

Whooves: Nyeker is disoriented! He looks like he's about to fall off the ladder!

-Before he can do so, Fancy grabs ahold of him with both arms and puts him into his own submission hold, the cobra clutch-

Garble: MILLION DOLLAR DREAM! Bill Nyeker's stuck in the Million Dollar Dream on top of the ladder!

Discord: Fancy Pants was able to get loose, but after that shot with the briefcase, I don't think Nyeker has enough energy to slip out!

Ahuizotl: If Fancy Pants is able to win this match and become Champion, he'll have ANOTHER million dollars to add to his name!

-Bill Nyeker appears to be fading the longer he is stuck in this hold. Just when it seems there is no hope for him, the crowd comes back alive with a hefty amount of boos. The camera shows Xavier Kendrick sprinting, and Dwight Dawson jogging down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: And just in time, here come The Teacher's Pets!

Whooves: Dwight Dawson and Xavier Kendrick! They will always aid their instructor when he is dire straits!

-Fancy Pants has no idea of their arrival. That is until he notices Kendrick climbing up to the top rope out of the corner of his eye-

Discord: Fancy's peripherals coming into good use there!

Garble: What the hell is Kendrick gonna do from down there?! Fancy is at least 5 feet higher than him!

-Fancy removes the hold and turns towards the corner to his left, preparing himself for Kendrick's attack. What he doesn't expect is for Kendrick to get so much air as he jumps off the top rope, flying straight for Fancy. Fancy is stunned at how high Kendrick got that, before he knows it, Kendrick is wrapping his own arms around Fancy's head, flipping over his body and bringing him completely off of the ladder-

Garble: HOLY SHIIIIIT! -Both Fancy and Kendrick crash into the mat, though it's obvious Fancy is the worse for wear as Kendrick gets up to his feet relatively quick as the fans are going nuts- A FOR EFFORT! MY GOD!

Whooves: That's ONE WAY to eliminate the opposition! Fancy Pants was just FORCED off of the ladder with a mystifying OVER CASTLE from Xavier Kendrick!

Discord: I cannot BELIEVE how high Xavier was in the air just now! Not to mention the fact that the ladder he was aiming for was stationed HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING!

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

-Nyeker loses his balance as he tries to recover on the ladder and falls off. Luckily for him, Dawson was waiting right below and succeeds in catching him in his arms-

Ahuizotl: THEW. That was a close call! That Million Dollar Dream really did a number of Bill Nyeker.

Garble: I wonder if he knows where he is…

-Dawson realizes that his teacher is in no condition to go for the contract right now, so he places him onto his shoulders and begins to give him a piggyback. Kendrick watches on as Dawson begins to scale the ladder, slowly yet steadily, with Nyeker on his shoulders-

Discord: HEY! Will you LOOK AT THIS?! That's MARVELOUS!

Whooves: Nyeker certainly taught his pupils well! Dwight Dawson is 350 pounds, but he is as strong as an ox, which makes him a PERFECT candidate to lead his teacher to victory!

-The crowd boos, however, as they do not want Nyeker to win. Oh yeah and there's the fact that this is unfair-

Ahuizotl: This capacity crowd, not behind these actions at all. And quite frankly, neither am I. You're supposed to win that contract YOURSELF.

Discord: That is what a good student does! Bill Nyeker has done everything in his power to turn Dwight and Xavier into upstanding, well-polished young men, and THIS is the LEAST they can do; bring their mentor to victory!

Ahuizotl: But Bill Nyeker's eyes aren't even open! What's Dawson going to do once he leads him to the top? PULL the contract down for him while he's at it?! Give me a break…

Discord: NO. Kendrick can be the one to do that. It's all about TEAMWORK. These three have been so successful because they do everything as one!

-As Dawson is halfway up the ladder (which would put Nyeker's head just below the briefcase,) Kendrick is now on guard as more bills fill the arena as Snips slides into the ring-

Garble: They've got company! There's Snails!

Whooves: AND SNIPS JUST CAME THROUGH THE CROWD! HE'S ENTERING BEHIND KENDRICK! BOTH MEMBERS OF SLIME ARE ARMED WITH STEEL CHAIRS!

-Both Snips and Snails swing their chairs towards Kendrick, who puts his hands up to block Snails' shot, but he never even knew Snips was behind him, so Snips' chair CRACKS against the back of his head, immediately making him drop flat to the mat as the crowd OHHHHHHHs loudly-

Discord: JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! HAHA! I LOVE THAT!

Ahuizotl: You're a SICK MAN, Discord! Xavier Kendrick never even saw it coming!

-Snails picks up a ladder that was lying next to him and begins to set it up as Snips moves around to the other side of the ladder, proceeding to climb it himself-

Whooves: And there goes Snips! Snips, going up after Dwight Dawson!

-Snips soon catches up to the slowly climbing Dawson as Snails has already climbed up to the rung before the top of the nearby ladder-

Garble: Oh fuck...I think I know what they have in mind!

-Dawson tries desperately to reach for the briefcase with his instructor still on his shoulders, but he doesn't quite have enough time as Snips latches his arms around his waist. Thousands of more pictures are snapped as Snips German suplexes the mammoth Dawson OFF OF THE LADDER! Snails jumps at just the right time, and SMASHES his leg into Dawson's chest on the way down to the mat!-

Discord: I'M SHAKING! THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR EVEN ME TO HANDLE!

Ahuizotl: SNIPS! GERMAN SUPLEX. TAKES DAWSON OFF OF THE LADDER. SNAILS! JUMPING OFF THE ADJACENT LADDER. PLUNGING A LEGDROP INTO THE HEART OF DWIGHT DAWSON! …..I AM IN SHOCK.

Whooves: We all are, my friend! It's like we've got FOUR extra contestants just added into this mayhem, but these two teams AREN'T EVEN APART OF THIS MATCH! SLIME have simply interjected themselves because The Teacher's Pets were around!

Garble: These two teams will be facing off later tonight, along with Rack Attack, but they couldn't help but go at it beforehand! Let's see this damn thing again!

-A replay is shown of Snips suplexing Dawson off of the ladder, followed by Snips' legdrop-

Ahuizotl: And you'll notice that before Snips initiates the suplex, Bill Nyeker comes to, and he realizes what's going on, so he quickly removes himself from Dawson's shoulders and scurries to the top of the ladder.

Whooves: And now on the left portion of your screen! BACK ON THE LIVE FEED, BILL NYEKER HAS HIS HANDS ON THE BRIEFCASE! BILL NYEKER IS ABOUT TO WIN THE CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE!

-Just before Nyeker can bring down the contract, Shining Armor grabs the steel chair of Snails and jumps as high as he can off the ground. He swings the chair haphazardly and grazes the thigh of Nyeker, which is enough for him to writhe in pain and remove his hands from the briefcase-

Ahuizotl: SHINING ARMOR, IN THE NICK OF TIME SAVES THE MATCHUP FOR HIMSELF! Bill Nyeker was literally just SECONDS away from unhooking the briefcase! Shining Armor is VERY lucky that a steel chair was lying around for easy access, otherwise this match would be OVER.

-Shining then climbs the ladder, behind Nyeker with one arm, the other arm holding the steel chair. When he gets close enough to the top, he WHACKS Nyeker in the back, which is enough to send Nyeker plunging off the ladder and smashing into the mat belly-first-

Whooves: THIS IS...THIS IS LIKE A DEMOLITION DERBY! BILL NYEKER JUST GOT KNOCKED OFF THE TOP OF THAT LADDER!

Garble: At least he was just sitting down on the top, and not standing up. But who KNOWS what kind of damage may be done to him?!

-Shining drops the chair down to the mat with a grin, as he continues to climb up. The crowd is booing the DAYLIGHTS out of Shining-

Ahuizotl: Shining Armor, disposing of the steel chair, as he doesn't need it anymore. He is closing in our victor-

-Ahuizotl is interrupted as a live feed of the parking lot is now showing on the titantron, where it looks like an ambulance is about to take off. The camera is shooting just the back of the ambulance. You can hear the blaring of its sirens-

Garble: There's...there's the ambulance, that I can only guess is about to transport Flash Sentr- -suddenly, the back door to the ambulance swings open, and the crowd goes absolutely BANANAS as Flash Sentry steps down the few steps leading to the door and lets his feet fall to the concrete- Flash...FLASH SENTRY!

Whooves: HE'S WALKING! FLASH SENTRY IS WALKING!

-With an angry look on his face, Flash Sentry begins walking away from the ambulance, as medical staff and referees begin piling out of it themselves, rushing after him. But Flash's eyes are only looking ahead-

Doctor 1: FLASH! FLASH, YOU HAVE TO GET BACK INTO THE AMBULANCE!

Referee: YOU'LL BE SAFE IN THERE, FLASH! WE HAVE TO GET YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!

-The referees and doctors continue to yell at Flash, but he pays them no mind. One referee gets a little bit close to his face, so Flash shoves him away with force-

Discord: He's...he's making his way back out here!

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

Doctor 2: FLASH! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO US! YOU CAN'T COMPETE!

Garble: YOU'RE WASTING YOUR BREATH, DUDES! HE'S NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO ANYBODY!

-The camera cuts the feed after a while, as the crowd boos violently. Shining was watching the entire time, and looks incredibly worried-

Ahuizotl: Shining Armor looks like he's seen a ghost!

Discord: Well Flash may as well have been DEAD after the fall he took! How he is walking on his own two feet is BEYOND ME!

-The cheers return to the Asylum all at once as Flash Sentry is spotted on the stage. The doctors and referees have since given up chasing him-

Whooves: THERE HE IS! FLASH SENTRY IS BACK IN THE ASYLUM!

-Flash is looking directly at the ring, staring a whole through Flash Sentry. Without any words, gestures or even blinks, Flash rips off the neckbrace that was still attached to his neck, and begins making his way down the ramp-

Garble: HE'S COMING TO THE RING! FLASH SENTRY, NO MATTER HOW HURT HE MAY BE, STILL HAS THAT BRIEFCASE ON HIS MIND!

-It's clear that Flash has a slight limp in his step as Shining Armor begins scrambling on the ladder-

Shining: -looking down at Snips and Snails- GO GO GO GO! AFTER HIM!

-Snips and Snails rise to their feet, quickly gathering their steel chairs and sliding under the bottom rope. Snails is farther up the ramp at a quicker pace and swings his chair as he is close enough to Flash. Flash easily ducks the chair and then runs at Snips, whose poor reaction time costs him as Flash meets up with him on the ramp and flies at him-

Whooves: CROSSBODY! FLASH TAKES SNIPS DOWN TO THE METAL RAMPWAY, AND NOW HE'S UNLOADING WITH RIGHT HANDS!

Garble: MAYBE FLASH IS RIGHT! MAYBE HE IS INDESTRUCTIBLE!

Ahuizotl: It certainly seems that way right now! This is INSANE. HE'S INSANE!

-Flash barely avoids a chair shot from Snails by rollins away from Snips' body, which causes Snails to accidentally strike his partner's stomach with the chair-

Discord: Snips inadvertently takes the bullet! Flash must have eyes in the back of his head!

Ahuizotl: He knows ALL about The System and their underhanded tactics!

-As Snails is in shock over hitting his partner, Flash has since picked up Snips' chair and has no problem SMASHING it into Snails' head! Snails drops to the ramp in a hurry after that-

Whooves: AND SNAILS IS DOWN! FLASH SENTRY HAS WIPED OUT SLIME! The crowd is going BONKERS for him!

Garble: And now...only one remains...the man who purposefully DEALT the blow that would wind up with Flash in that ambulance…

Ahuizotl: And then he LAUGHED about it! Shining Armor MOCKED Flash's agony!

-Flash brings his attention back to the ring, where he begins walking, never taking his eyes off of Shining, who begins to climb frantically farther up the ladder-

Discord: Flash had better hurry! Shining is in reach!

-Despite his limp, Flash is able to slide into the ring rather quickly. He climbs up the ladder behind Shining, which the fans cheering him on all the way-

Whooves: And FLASH is in reach of his most fearsome rival!

-There is just enough room on the ladder so that Flash can stand next to Shining's left side, where he then punches him in the back of the neck-

Ahuizotl: They're both on the same side! This will end badly for either one or BOTH parties!

-Shining realizes victory is not possible right now, so he turns to face Shining and levels him with a punch of his own, at which the crowd goes, "BOO!" Flash then fires back with a punch, which draws a "YAY" from the crowd. This continues for a while-

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

Whooves: AND NOW THEY ARE TRADING SHOTS AT THE APEX OF THIS 20 FOOT LADDER! SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE!

-Flash soon gets the upperhand as he grabs hold of the briefcase and sends it forward into Shining's forehead, which no doubtedly stuns him- "YAY!"

Garble: And that damn briefcase comes into play again! I have a feeling that Flash is ENJOYING this!

Ahuizotl: I know I am! Maybe TOO much. Hit him AGAIN, Flash!

-Flash obliges, and slams the briefcase into Shining's head again. "YAY!" He repeats this action. "YAY!" And then Flash begins a barrage of briefcase blows, at which the crowd can barely keep up with. "YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY!" The crowd cheers insanely as Flash pauses-

Whooves: HOW IS SHINING ARMOR STILL STANDING?! He's been battered with that briefcase a good dozen times!

-Flash looks to finish off Shining with one final hit, but Shining grabs onto it with both hands, and begins pushing it away from his face-

Discord: Incredible! Shining narrowly avoids taking what may have been a lethal blow!

-Rather than strike back, Shining releases the briefcase, and instead wraps an arm around Flash's neck-

Whooves: And no...don't tell me! He can't be...he can't be looking for The Ice Dagger, can he?!

-Perhaps he was, but we will never know (he was) as Flash uses his free arm to efficiently drive the briefcase into the back of Shining's head, releasing his grip-

Garble: It doesn't matter, because Flash got out of it!

-Rather than shove Shining down or whatnot, Flash bends him over and places his head between his legs, and the crowd IMMEDIATELY pops as huge a pop that they can-

Discord: Holy...holy holy holy holy holy holy HOLY! FLASH HAS SHINING ARMOR SET UP PERFECTLY!

Ahuizotl: DO NOT TELL ME! ….DO. NOT. TELL ME!

Garble: HE CAN'T DO THIS! HE...HE JUST CAN'T!

-He can, and he will. Flash flips over Shining's body, effectively tearing him off of the ladder and allowing both he and his mortal enemy to plummet 20 feet down to where Flash's ass crashes into the mat, and Shining's head gets SPIKED! You've never heard a crowd sound so amazed!-

Discord: HE DIIIIIIIID!

Garble: FLASH….FUCKING...FLOOOOOD! OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

-Upon hitting the mat, Shining flips over onto his knees before promptly falling over onto his back, his feet rising high up into the air before falling limp to the mat. Flash, on the other hand dropped to his back as soon as he landed on the mat-

Crowd: -the announcers are DEAD SILENT, selling the fact that they are SPEECHLESS over what just happened. At least a half dozen replays are shown from different angles of the most amazing Flash Flood that has been pulled off yet- THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. THAT'S. FUCKING. IN-SANE. -after a while, the chant turns into- YOU'RE BOTH CRA-ZY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE BOTH CRA-ZY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE BOTH CRA-ZY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE BOTH CRA-ZY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE BOTH CRA-ZY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE BOTH CRA-ZY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* -finally, the crowd begins a song-like chant of- WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH! WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH! WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH! WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH!

Discord: We….we should just let the crowd take over from here. They are expressing EVERYTHING we have to say right now in chant form!

Ahuizotl: You're right. There's just...there's NOTHING we can say right now that will do this match justice. This is the CRAZIEST match I've ever called! Just...what can we say that hasn't been said at this point?

Garble: Nothing man, NOTHING. I'm with you and all these fans...this is fucking AMAZING. That was...that was the most UNREAL piledriver you will EVER see! Hats off to EVERYONE involved in this match...they are all putting their bodies ON THE LINE for a chance to be the number one contender to the Carnage Championship!

Whooves: Absolutely. I, personally wouldn't compete in this match no matter WHAT the prize was, so the respect I have for these 8 gentlemen, yes, even Shining Armor, is BOUNDLESS.

Garble: Dude, I'm right there with you. Flash Sentry should be in a fucking HOSPITAL right now, not dropping off a TWENTY FOOT LADDER! But he's got the heart, the soul of a WARRIOR. I'll be DAMNED if he isn't indestructible!

Ahuizotl: The human body can only take SO much punishment, but yes, Flash Sentry just may be the toughest son of a bitch that I've ever laid eyes on!

-2 minutes later-

-With six men brawling outside at the end of the ramp, Rumble sees this as a perfect opportunity to wipe them all out. He drags a ladder as close as he can near the ropes, exits the rings, and begins climbing up the ladder from on the apron-

Ahuizotl: And as pandemonium ensues, it looks like Rumble is going to add his contribution to the madness!

Crowd: -much of the crowd- RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE! RUM-BLE!

-Rumble goes halfway up the ladder and decides this is enough. As all six men on the outside are close enough together, Rumble takes flight, jumping off of the ladder and twisting himself in midair. To add to the running theme, thousands of phones go off at once as Rumble plunges himself into the "madness" as Ahuizotl called it, knocking into Nyeker, Fancy and Shining which also knocks over Bulk, Neon and Klaus. Rumble joins all of them on the floor as he lands completely on Fancy and Shining, his boot catching Nyeker square in the jaw-

Whooves: THERE'S SOMETHING YOU DON'T SEE EVERYDAY! RUMBLE JUST PULLED OUT A FLYING BEAUTY SHOT!

Garble: EVERYDAY? I've NEVER seen that! Rumble has only ever hit that move from the ground, but when a shot at the Carnage Championship is on the line, you SHOULD go balls out! WHY NOT?

Ahuizotl: It took out SIX of his opponents, INCLUDING himself! And these fans are going WILD!

Crowd: THAT WAS GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS GOR-GEOUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Discord: -smiling, with a glistening tear running down his cheek- It sure was…

-All of the men on the floor now work towards getting to their feet, with Shining and Fancy shoving Rumble off of them. The men who was absent during that affair, Flash Sentry, slides into the ring-

Garble: And look who is slipping in through the back door! Flash Sentry!

Whooves: During all of that commotion, he was resting here at ringside!

-Flash looks out at the mass amount of bodies and can't help but grin. He then looks at the ladder and gets a mischievous thought-

Ahuizotl: Uh ohhhh...I don't like that look from Flash…

-Flash begins climbing up the ladder, the crowd cheering heavily as they begin to pick up on what he has in mind-

Discord: Uhhh...Flash? The briefcase is back there a ways, bud.

Whooves: I don't...I don't think winning is his intention right now. Think, this is FLASH SENTRY we're talking about.

Garble: Then if that's the case…-his eyes bulge- Jesus Christ NO. SOMEONE GET HIM DOWN FROM THERE! HE'S A FUCKING MADMAN! GUYS! ALL OF YOU OUTSIDE THE RING! MOOOOVE!

-Flash is soon standing on the VERY TOP of the ladder, looking a bit overwhelmed by how high up he is-

Flash: Whoa…-he blinks a couple times rapidly to collect his bearings. He then looks at the camera- That's a long way down. Now I know how Neon feels…-he looks back at his opponents, shrugging with a grin on his face- I'M INTO IT!

Garble: He's nuts...HE'S NUUUUUUTS STOP HIM!

-There is no time to stop him, as Flash has already dove off the ladder. All of his opponents have now gotten to their feet and are linked together in one big group. People take pictures because this is a fucking Kodak moment, bitches. Flash brings his elbow down onto ALL of his opponents, as the rest of his body weight topples all of them to the ground, the fans cheering like there's no tomorrow as Flash lays atop each of his opponent's bodies-

Discord: THIS CRAZY FOOL! I ADORE HIM! He may be my new favorite wrestler!

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

Ahuizotl: AN ELBOW DROP, FROM BY-GOD OFF THE TIPPITY TOP OF THAT LADDER! AND HE'LL STILL GET UP, I GUARANTEE YOU! THAT SON OF A BITCH IS STILL GOING TO GET UP AFTER THAT! HOW?! HOW CAN ANY ONE MAN PUT HIMSELF THROUGH ALL OF THIS PHYSICAL STRAIN?!

Whooves: I think it's the adrenaline! Flash Sentry just LOVES to be roasted by the fire, and he literally just DOVE right into the flames! Call him crazy if you want, but we may soon be calling him the Carnage Champion! With as much resilience as he has, I'm not sure HOW he wouldn't be able to win that belt!

Flash: -as a cameraman zooms in on his face- Damn...I could get used to that. -he chuckles-

Garble: He's...he's CHUCKLING. I think you're right, Doc...he fucking ENJOYS putting his body through these situations! He's LAUGHING as he is LYING on top of eight men who all want to DESTROY HIM. I...I just don't get it. It's fun as HELL to watch, though!

-A replay is shown of Flash diving from the top of the ladder, elbow dropping ALL of his opponents-

Ahuizotl: IT'S ANYBODY'S BALL GAME NOW! WHICH ONE OF THESE MEN ARE GOING TO GET TO THEIR FEET FIRST?!

Whooves: Whichever one does MAY just be the man who wants out of High Stakes with the Carnival of Carnage briefcase!

-3 minutes later-

-If you can believe it, NONE of the men are in the ring right now. But there soon is at least one WOMAN, and it's Fleur De Lis, who has slide into the ring after removing her shoes-

Ahuizotl: Fleur...Fleur De Lis?! Fleur De Lis has entered the ring!

Discord: Her uhh...friend...I guess, Fancy Pants is recuperating outside the ring, along with everyone else!

-Fleur looks up at the briefcase, conflicted a bit, but she ultimately begins to climb up the ladder, the crowd cheering her on-

Whooves: And now slowly but surely, Madam Fleur is ascending this tower of steel!

Crowd: FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS! FLEUR DE LIS!

Ahuizotl: SHE'S NOT IN THE MATCH! What does she think she's doing?!

Garble: I think she's looking to...to capture the briefcase FOR Fancy Pants! As long as she gives it to him, it counts as him winning!

Ahuizotl: That's such a load of crap! WHY IS THAT ALLOWED?!

Discord: Show some respect for the lady! She wants her...uhhh...man, I suppose? Yeah! She wants her man to succeed! THIS is what managers DO, 'Zotl!

-The crowd's cheers get even louder as Suri Poloman now steps into the ring, shaking her head at Fleur-

Whooves: And now Ms. Poloman! She's not even a competitor, but yet she feels the need to protect her client's chances of winning!

Discord: -as Suri begins climbing up the other side of the ladder- And she's not even going to take her shoes off! Suri is ALL BUSINESS, ALL the time!

-Fleur daintily reaches up to grab the briefcase, but she realizes she isn't quite close enough. Suri is soon up there, screaming right in here face-

Suri: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THIS IS MY CLIENT'S MATCH TO WIN, YOU BRASH BIMBO! -the crowd OHHHs as Fleur takes offense to that, her jaw agape. Her face then turns into a glare as she tries to send a slap Suri's way, but Suri fortunately evades it. Suri unfortunately loses her balance after evading the slap, and falls off the ladder-

Discord: OH NO!

-Luckily, Neon Lights is there to catch Suri before tragedy strikes-

Discord: -sighs in relief- OH THANK GOODNESS! We didn't need any unnecessary casualties as a result of this match.

Crowd: WE'RE SO JEAL-OUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE'RE SO JEAL-OUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE'RE SO JEAL-OUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE'RE SO JEAL-OUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE'RE SO JEAL-OUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE'RE SO JEAL-OUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: Quite frankly, so am I...it seems like, unintentionally or not, chicks are just DRAWN to Neon!

Neon: -grinning at Suri as he continues to hold her in his arms- Hey there, mama...what's cookin'?

Suri: -looks like she is about to retch- Mr. Lights...I thank you VERY much for saving me, and possibly my life, but if you want to have any chance of winning this match, you will put me down IMMEDIATELY and forbid that witch from getting ANY closer to that briefcase.

Neon: -looks kind of disappointed- Aww...you're really sweet about it. You ain't like Sunset or Cadance...they're complete CUNTS. I kind of like women who are bitchy. Oh well. -he puts her down on her feet- You can act like a bitch to me later as a form of compensation. -he waggles his eyebrows at her, which doesn't seem to interest her AT ALL as Neon moves to the other side of the ladder, climbing up a few steps before he picks up Fleur in the same position he has Suri in just seconds before (which would be how a groom carries its bride)-

Whooves: Neon Lights got ahold of Fleur! And she isn't happy about it!

Garble: That's an understatement. She's kicking and screaming like a fussy baby. That is one SEXY ass baby…

-Neon carries Fleur down the ladder as she continues to struggle. As he gets to the bottom, he then drops to one knee and then bends Fleur over his other knee-

Discord: He-hey now...let's not get carried away here! JUST LET HER GO!

Garble: Why, bro? When you want to ACT like a baby, you should be TREATED like one! SPANK DAT ASS!

Discord: HOW DARE YOU REVEL IN THIS! She is a LADY!

Whooves: She's a MODEL. She poses HALF-NAKED on a weekly basis. They don't really have much dignity to begin with…

Discord: True, but she is one of the most WELL ENDOWED models of her kind! She's an ELEGANT, OPULENT maiden!

Fleur: -moving her arms and legs vividly on Neon's knee as the crowd cheers with such intense passion- NO NO NO! NOOOOO!

Whooves: The fans want to see it! GIVE IT TO US!

-Neon looks out at the crowd with a huge grin before he gives his hand a good, LOOOONG lick. He then takes IMMENSE pleasure in raising up the golden dress which covers her rear, and exposes her panties (which the camera of course gets the best shot of) before ramming his hand into the ass of Fleur! Neon spanks multiple upon MULTIPLE times, each spank receiving a "YAY" from the crowd-

Garble: KEEP GOING, KEEP GOOOOIIIIING! HE CAN GO ALL. THE. WAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!

Discord: SILENCE, ALL THREE OF YOU! AND THESE FANS...THEY SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES FOR CELEBRATING!

-At long last, Neon removes Fleur from his knee and lets her fall to the mat, which she then rolls around on, holding her bum with both hands rabidly, screaming-

Garble: WELP, she's throwing a fit again! PUT HER BACK ON THAT KNEE, LIGHTS!

Discord: NO! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY UNCALLED FOR! WHERE DOES NEON LIGHTS GET OFF SPANKING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN?!

Ahuizotl: SHE was the one that interfered in this match!

Discord: SO? Why not just tell her to get out?!

Whooves: Hey, Neon is a true GENTLEMEN. He SAVED Suri, and he even CARRIED Fleur down the ladder! What happened AFTERWARDS ehhhhhh...maybe that wasn't very gentlemanly, but it WAS highly entertaining!

Discord: You WOULD be entertained by THAT. You British laugh at the STRANGEST things!

Crowd: -at Neon- YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN! YOU THE MAN!

Garble: He IS! First The Royal Rumble, where he got REAAAALLLY acquainted with Cadance and Sunset, and now TONIGHT, where he plucked Suri out of the air AND got to play the bongos with Fleur's asscheeks!

Discord: You SICK, DISGUSTING, PERVERTED men! This is...this is SO sad...I thought I said we didn't need any unnecessary casualties!

Ahuizotl: Fleur WAS necessary. She brought it ALL on herself by climbing that ladder.

-Neon holds his arms out with a grin that may NEVER be removed from his face, as the crowd continues their chant. Neon then turns to face Suri, who is ALSO grinning, obviously enjoying what Neon did to Fleur. But when she notices Neon is staring at her seductively, her expression changes to one of alarm-

Neon: -holding out the hand that he spanked Fleur with, and licking it again- Yo girl, I mix records with this hand. And if you allow me 30 seconds with that ass of yours, I'll lay a real killer BEAT on it for you. -he smirks at her-

Garble: DAMN this guy is so SMOOTH I'm about to slide out of my SEAT!

Suri: -she holds a hand up as she begins backing away- No no no, Mr. Lights, that's QUITE alright! I'm just an advocate! I think you've done ENOUGH "mixing" for one night!

Discord: Dude, she's NOT INTERESTED. Just leave her be!

Garble: There's NO SUCH THING as too much mixing!

-Neon chuckles as he turns around, opting to leave Suri alone for now. He notices Fancy Pants entering the ring with a ladder in his hands-

Whooves: Uh oh...I believe Fancy Pants knows what Neon just did to his manager!

Discord: Well GOOD. Smash that punk's FACE IN!

-Fancy comes charging at Neon, but Neon isn't backing down. He runs forward, as well, but he tricks Fancy as he slides under his legs, like when a baseball player slides into a base-

Garble: Slick moves by Neon Lights!

-Neon gets to his feet just as Fancy turns around, and as he does so, he gets TWO vicious knees CRACKING into his jaw!-

Ahuizotl: OH! That sends Fancy Pants STAGGERING.

Garble: ONCE AGAIN...Knee-On, Lights Out!

Whooves: UGGGHHHH. Please stop with that GODAWFUL pun.

Garble: It WILL catch on soon enough...just you WAIT.

Ahuizotl: I dread for the day when that happens…

-After getting his jaw jacked by those knees, Fancy drops his ladder in pain. Neon looks to cause him even MORE pain as he runs off of the ropes. He jumps into the air as he approaches Fancy, the back of his legs driving his face into the steel of the ladder!-

Discord: -as the crowd OHHHHs loudly- JEEEEEZ! I may not approve of some of his actions, but throughout this entire match, Neon Lights has been a HUMAN HIGHLIGHT REEL!

Garble: Damn right! If he does happen to win this match, it is well WELL deserved!

Ahuizotl: Fancy Pants' head was in the absolute WORST place it could've been there; ABOVE the ladder! And Neon Lights just DROVE it into the ladder with the Balancing Levels!

Whooves: Fancy Pants had his woman get violated, and now his nose might be broken. It hasn't been a very good night for the former Combo of Carnage Champion.

-3 minutes later-

-Klaus is outside of the ring, putting all of his ski gear back on after propping a ladder up on the top rope that is also on the outside-

Ahuizotl: What in the name of Bavarian cream is this goof DOING?

Discord: Everyone needs a break every now and again, so he's going to practice some skiing….OBVIOUSLY.

-Klaus moves up to the stage before he begins skiing down it again. He uses the ladder he propped up as a ramp and skis UP IT, the ramp sending him soaring into the ring where he then lands on the 2nd rung from the top of a ladder directly in front of his ramp. Klaus is able to place his skis in between the rungs, as the crowd is cheering SUPER loud-

Garble: OHOHOOO! HOW INCREDIBLE!

Whooves: That was the most UNNECESSARY thing I've ever witnessed, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't quite amazing.

Ahuizotl: It DID look cool, BUT WHAT WAS THE POINT OF IT? He just wasted precious time! He could've EASILY climbed up the ladder instead of designing an obstacle course and putting his damn ski gear on!

Discord: Tsk, tsk, tsk...poor, clueless Ahuizotl...you just can't appreciate the fine art of craftsmanship. BRAVO, Klaus! I dare ANYONE now to tell me that skiing experience can't help you in the world of pro wrestling!

Crowd: TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN! TEN OUTT-A TEN!

Garble: Klaus is SO CLOSE to that briefcase! -Klaus brings his skis out from the holes of the rung and has to very slowly move up an extra rung- OHHHH HE'S RIGHT THERE!

Ahuizotl: But again, WHAT IS WITH THE SKIS?! Did you SEE how long it took him just to move up ONE RUNG?!

Whooves: Regardless, Klaus is on the TOP RUNG! He just has to REACH UP, and he'll have what may be the greatest rookie month of any EWF Superstar YET!

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

-Before he can pull down the briefcase, Rumble is back in the ring to a never ending chorus of boos. He pulls something himself, and that just so happens to be Klaus' leg. Klaus won't budge at first, so Rumble YANKS on Klaus' leg, which tears him off of the ladder. As Klaus falls down, Rumble lands an AMAZING Supermodel Kick on in before his feet can hit the mat! This causes Klaus' feet to give out AS SOON as he hits the mat, where he then falls over onto his back-

Discord: -as the crowd OHHHHHHs before booing some more, yet quite a few fans applaud the spot- RUMBLE CATCHES KLAUS WITH A SUPERMODEL KICK...IN MIDAIR!

Garble: And though Rumble is popular in his own right, the crowd DID NOT like that. They wanted Klaus to win in the WORST way!

Ahuizotl: Klaus may not have any more chances to claim that briefcase, because that kick nearly took his head CLEAN off!

-Rumble now takes this opportunity to shove this regular ladder to the side, before exiting the ring and heading right for his custom made ladder-

Whooves: These EWF sponsored ladders aren't good enough for Rumble, so for the VERY first time in this match, Rumble is going to bring the...ugh...ladder of lusciousness...into the fray!

Discord: Hey, how about you say it with a little bit more enthusiasm?

-Rumble picks up his ladder and slides it into the ring, entering after it. He sets it up beneath the briefcase and begins to slowly ascend the ladder, catching some of his breath after he makes it to each new rung-

Ahuizotl: This is the FIRST time Rumble has attempted to win this match AT ALL. He felt it was the most opportune time to use his very own ladder, and it really is! NOBODY is around to stop him!

Garble: And at this point in the match, Rumble is SPENT. He's moving WAY slower than he would if he were at a hundred percent.

Whooves: But he most certainly ISN'T. NONE of the men in this match are at a hundred percent, and it may be a long time before any of them ARE. This match has most definitely taken YEARS off of these superstar's careers, but they aren't going to give up! They CAN'T give up now! This could be their ONE AND ONLY chance to get a title shot for the Carnage Championship!

-As Rumble makes it to the top of the ladder, his efforts to grab the briefcase are halted as Bulk Biceps slides into the ring and approaches his custom made ladder from the other side-

Ahuizotl: Bulk has his hands on the Ladder of Lusciousness! And it's got Rumble COMPLETELY out of his wits!

-Bulk looks at Rumble, smirking as he looks down at the ladder. He takes both of his hands and balls them up, before driving them into one of the middle rungs, which severs the rung into two-

Whooves: That's...THAT'S UNBELIEVABLE! BULK BICEPS JUST BENT THAT METAL RUNG!

Garble: Glitter and sparkles just flew EVERYWHERE when he hit that!

-Rumble continues to stand on the last rung from the top, screaming "NOOOOOO" at the top of his lungs. But Bulk doesn't stop there. He continues to pound away at each of the rungs of the ladder, smashing them all-

Ahuizotl: BULK BICEPS IS DISMANTLING RUMBLE'S LADDER!

Discord: This is a TRAVESTY! The Ladder of Lusciousness is about to be deemed null and void when it comes to climbability!

Whooves: But Rumble's side of the ladder is still safe! Rumble could still go for the briefcase! All he has to do it REACH! REEEEAAACH!

-Rumble looks up at the briefcase, his teeth clenched together as he then looks down to see Bulk stomping on the rungs he has already busted, which COMPLETELY breaks them off of the ladder and drops them to the mat-

Ahuizotl: That ladder may be covered in feathers, glitter and other decorations, but underneath it IS made of steel. All Rumble did was have a regular ladder be dolled up!

Garble: Yeah. If it was a ladder made out of, say, the same stuff that footstools are made of, then he wouldn't be having this problem!

Whooves: But now Rumble has to choose: Does he jump off and save the remaining segments of his ladder, or does he take down the briefcase and skedaddle out of here before Bulk turns him into one of those rungs?

Discord: This should be EASY. COME ON, Rumble! Who cares about the damn thing?! Even if it costed you ten THOUSAND dollars, so what?! You will get that money back in NO TIME when you're the CHAMPION!

-Rumble is absolutely conflicted as he looks back between the briefcase and Bulk destroying his ladder. Finally, Rumble makes his all-important decision. He reaches up to grab at the briefcase, and JUST as he touches it, the ladder gives out and loses ALL senses of stability. Enough of the other half is destroyed to the point where it begins tipping over, and as the ladder tips over, so too does Rumble. He screams frantically before he slams into the mat-

Ahuizotl: -loud OHHHs from the crowd- The Ladder of Lusciousness could take NO MORE! Bulk did enough damage to get it to turn over on itself!

Discord: NOOOOOOO. Rumble was SO CLOSE! He just had to be a LITTLE bit quicker about his choice!

Garble: LOOK AT THAT DAMN THING! Bulk tore off nearly HALF of the rungs on the other side, but what REALLY made the ladder lose its balance is the fact that Bulk RIPPED off the feathers of the bottom portion and actually BENT one of the braces! (which is what makes the ladder stand up)

Whooves: Bulk is an ANIMAL! I have only ever seen something like than in a SUPERMAN movie! Bulk physically BENT STEEL, and that sent Rumble TUMBLING into the mat!

-Bulk picks up the remains of Rumble's ladder (what hasn't been destroyed) and CHUCKS it over the top rope. The ladder hits the floor with a thud and becomes even MORE damaged upon doing so-

Discord: And now he's making room, for what we can only assume is an attempt to capture that briefcase!

-That would appear to be the case, as Bulk picks up the ladder that Rumble threw aside earlier and sets it underneath the briefcase. He then begins to climb it, as the crowd's cheers get louder and louder with each rung he conquers-

Ahuizotl: We are nearing the 30 minute mark, and Bulk Biceps thinks it's time this carnival got SHUT DOWN for repairs!

Garble: We're going to have to do a TON of repairing! It's a MESS out here!

-Bulk is now on the last rung from the top as he reaches one meaty hand up to hold the briefcase, while he uses his other big hand to be the one to unhook the briefcase from the cable. The bell rings as the crowd's cheers encompass the ENTIRE Asylum-

Whooves: BULK BICEPS! BULK BICEPS! HAS FINALLY BROUGHT THIS DELIRIUM TO AN END!

Discord: -as Bulk's theme song begins to play- What a STRUGGLE for the AGES, that we just witnessed, gentlemen!

Madden: Here is YOOOOOOUUUURRRRR WIIIIIINNNNEEEERRRRRRR..of the CAAAAAAAARNIIIIIIIIVAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL..OOOOOOF CAAAAAAAAAARNAAAAGEEEE..BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLK..BBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEPS!

Ahuizotl: Discord...it was my honor and PRIVILEGE to call this WONDERFUL collision with you, Doctor Whooves...and of course you, Garble.

Garble: Hey man, I am as WORN OUT as these men must be! Eight COURAGEOUS, FEARLESS men, ALL of which put forth a CHAMPION'S effort...but only ONE of those men could stand tall, only ONE of them could earn the right to fight FOR a Championship, and we are looking at that man RIGHT THERE...BULK. BICEPS!

-Bulk sports a rare grin as he files down the ladder slowly, clutching his newly won briefcase against his chest. Suri is already in the ring, waiting for him with nothing but applause and a GIGANTIC smile on his face-

Whooves: This was a war of attrition THROUGH AND THROUGH! Each of these men wanted it SO BADLY. Badly enough to the point where they would put themselves through the most GRUELING, DEBILITATING and STRENUOUS things that I have EVER seen in this company! But as you said, only one gladiator could survive this full-scale war...only one gladiator gets to go home tonight, clean his sword, and hang his new trophy on his empty mantle, and Bulk Biceps is that man!

Ahuizotl: The man we all thought was a goner from the BEGINNING. ALL of his opponents ganged up on him, and their plan to eliminate him came through...or so they thought. But like a phoenix, rising from the ashes, Bulk Biceps EMERGED from the RUBBLE that used to be the Spanish announce table! He CLAWED his way over the MOUNTAIN of ladders that had been thrown upon what everyone considered to be his broken, unconscious body. And maybe he WAS unconscious all the time he was under there, but once he GAINED consciousness again, the fate of the seven other men were SEALED. Bulk Biceps is a WAR MACHINE, and once he got to his feet, NOBODY, not even LADDERS were safe from his might!

Discord: He tossed all of his opponents from pillar to post, executing...I lost count of how many Suplexes this man delivered, but it was a LARGE number. Too large for ANY man to withstand, and that is now a FACT, because HE is the WINNER of the first annual Carnival of Carnage!

-Bulk stands in the middle of the ring with Suri, sweat POURING off of every orifice of his body with each second. Suri raises his one hand, while Bulk raises his other hand which also brings the briefcase high into the air-

Garble: And this crowd is cheering. Not just because they like Bulk Biceps, but because they RESPECT him. And after EVERYTHING he and his opponents went through tonight, I'm not sure how you couldn't respect EACH and EVERY one of them.

Whooves: You are completely correct, Garble. NO MATTER their attitude, the actions they've made in the past, or the actions they'll make in the future, take NOTHING away from the 8 men who competed in this ladder match tonight, because it will go down as one of the GREATEST matches that you will ever see, at least for MY money. Good or bad, slimey or innocent, they all went through HELL, all for a chance to pull down that contract, and every single one of them should be APPLAUDED.

Ahuizotl: Absolutely, absolutely. But in my eyes, no two men deserve as much respect in this match, than Neon Lights...and Flash Sentry. Neon Lights, for the UNBELIEVABLE, SPECTACULAR moments he granted us. From diving off the top of a ladder and wiping out both himself AND Bulk Biceps, to using both the ring ropes, AND his incredible agility to his ultimate advantage.

Discord: And we can't forget about Flash Sentry, who, you talk about BULK BICEPS being left for dead? I think Flash's comeback was even MORE amazing! He was on the LAST rung of the ladder, had that ladder TIPPED over by Shining Armor, and he crashed THROUGH another ladder on the outside. HE BROKE IT WITH HIS OWN BODY! I remember ALL of us saying that there was NO WAY he would be getting back in the match. But less than FIVE MINUTES later he comes POPPING out of an ambulance, he STOMPS to the ring, he REMOVES his neckbrace-Flash Sentry, more than anyone else, risked serious, SERIOUS injury here tonight! He competed DESPITE having what could've possibly been a CAREER-ENDING injury and CONTINUED to put his body through the wringer FAR beyond what any NORMAL human being could endure!

Whooves: I couldn't have said it any better myself. This match, as far as I'm concerned, put ALL of those competitors on a DIFFERENT LEVEL. They aren't just Superstars now...they're MEGASTARS, and I truly mean that. I've never see ANY athletes go through the things these men went through tonight. Just...just...UNBELIEVABLE. Hats off to ALL of them.

-All of the Lunacy and Sublime fans are on their feet, as they applaud and cheer as loud a reception as any other EWF wrestlers have gotten-

Crowd: -As Bulk and Suri make their way up the ramp, the fans shower Bulk with chants of- YOU DE-SERVE IT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU DE-SERVE IT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU DE-SERVE IT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU DE-SERVE IT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU DE-SERVE IT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: He certainly did..and there is ZERO denying that. And with the Carnival of Carnage briefcase now in his possession, whoever the Champion is when he decides to cash it in, WILL be in for the fight of their LIFE!

-The camera pans around the ringside area, showing the depressed looks on the faces of the other seven men. Rumble looks the MOST disappointed, as he lost both the match AND his previous ladder-

Crowd: THANK YOU, RUM-BLE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FLAA-AASH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, NE-ON! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, KLAA-AAUS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, NYE-KER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, FAN-CY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, BUU-UULK! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* -they pause for a bit-

Garble: Are they gonna do it? ARE THEY GONNA DO IT?

Crowd: -reluctantly, they decide to chant- THANK YOU, SHI-NING! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: HUUUUUUUHHHHHH?

Whooves: ….They actually chanted that to Shining….huh. I guess even the slimiest of bastards, still deserve SOME semblance of respect after a performance like that.

Crowd: ...WE AL-READY REGRET THAT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE AL-READY REGRET THAT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE AL-READY REGRET THAT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE AL-READY REGRET THAT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE AL-READY REGRET THAT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: HAHAHA! ….Oh EWF fans...never change…

-There is one final shot of Bulk standing on the stage next to Suri. Once again, Suri raises one of his hands, and Bulk raises the other with the briefcase. The crowd's cheers are tremendously loud as both manager and client are BEAMING with delight-

Whooves: Suri Poloman...you have a client on your hands that you should NEVER let slip away...because soon enough, that client could very well be...the Carnage CHAMPION.

Garble: And we aren't even CLOSE to being done yet, boys! We've still got THREE MORE LADDER MATCHES, and a SLEW of other great action to call!

-Discord, Whooves AND Ahuizotl all unleash a loud, "uuuuuugggggh," before their heads snap back in exhaustion-

Garble: -a frown comes across his face- Yyyyeaaaaah...this is going to be a BIIIIIIG problem…-he sighs himself, laying his head against the announce table on its side-

*Match 2 occurs*

-After Sublime's first match of the evening, we are brought to the interview area, where Silver Shill is standing by, a smile on his face-

Silver Shill: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time...two members of The System which, in a few short minutes, will be competing for the Combo of Carnage Championships...Snips and Snails...SLIME.

-Snails is shown with a goofy look on his face, while Snips looks way more angry, looking away from Silver and thinking about the poor outcome that occurred during the first match of the night-

Silver: Gentlemen, the night didn't start out so good for The System, as, despite your assistance, Shining Armor was still UNABLE to capture the Carnival of Carnage briefcase. How does that affect your mindset heading into your title match?

Snips: -makes annoyed noises- If it weren't for Flash Sentry butting into our grand plan, that contract would belong to The System right now!

Snails: -curling his upper lip in frustration- Yeah-hah! I was just surprised that nobody got yelled at...that would've REEEEEEALLY made me and Snips upset.

Snips: -nodding- But guess what? We're NOT going to get yelled at at all tonight, because the Combo of Carnage Championships? THEY'LL be property of The System before too long!

Silver: You both seem to be extremely confident, and that isn't surprising, given how, over the past few weeks, you've been going through a metamorphosis, of sorts. Would you care to comment on your new attitudes?

Snips: The thing is, we HAD to step up our game! The System...they don't accept failures. They brought us in, originally...well...just to fill up some spaces…-he frowns- We've never really...offered anything to them.

Snails: Except for uhhh...being servants…-he also frowns as he hangs his head-

Snips: Not that we mind that! I mean, truth be told...we weren't ever on the level of Sunset. She was the best female wrestler on Lunacy, and we were, well...we were…

Snails: We stuuuunk…

Snips: But then...Shining Armor joined the group, and then a little while later CADANCE even found her way into The System! And then we had an OFFICIAL role...assistants...we would fetch them all coffee, carry their bags, even do their laundry.

Snails: -he nods with a smile- It was an HOOOONOOOOR…

Snips: -he nods- But at the same time...we were always waiting for the day where WE could get the opportunities they did. We had a title shot before, but we weren't GOOD ENOUGH to be Champions at that point. But The System had just started, so Luna, Mr. Swirlinaitis and Sunset didn't give us a hard time, because they knew that one day...we would be ready. But after that, The System grew and grew and GREW, and now TRIXIE, a former WORLD CHAMPION is amongst us!

Snails: It's soooo COOOOOL! We're in the same group as the Great and Powerful Trixieeeee!

Snips: Yeah! The System has sure come a long way...and so have we. -he looks at his partner with a smile- But with each new member added to The System, more and more pressure gets put on the other members, especially the lower-tier ones like us. People like Sunset...they're in the clear...they've got nothing to worry about...but me and Snails? If we lose enough matches, it could get to the point where the group votes us out...Luna could...she could do away with us…-he and Snails frown- and we wouldn't be able to LIVE with ourselves if it came to that!

Snails: Yeeeeaaah...The System has been so...so NICE to us, and we'd HATE to not be associated with them anymore…

Snips: -he nods- So, in order to prevent that from happening, we knew that we either had to step our game up...or step OUT of The System, and last month at The Royal Rumble was as good a time as any. With Luna's job, and the entire future of The System at stake, me and Snips knew that we had to perform as good as we ever had.

Snails: Haha...and that's what we DIIIIIIID!

Snips: Yeah! Me and Snips out our heads together, and we were able to eliminate quite of a few guys. After the match, for the first time ever, ALL of the other members praised us, and told us that we were one of the key components to Team Luna winning...but why stop there? We've said this same thing to the other members over the past few weeks...though we enjoy getting them cups of coffee and helping them win matches, that ISN'T how we want to remembered in The System, OR in the EWF.

Snails: Yeah-haaah! We want to be known as WINNERS, as the BEST.

Snips: We needed to carry carrying our weight around. We needed to be more like Sunset, and start WINNING, before it was too late. But winning isn't always enough. Even if we won the next 50 matches in a row, people would STILL just know us as The System's "slaves," or their "servants"...

Snails: Or their DOORMATS!

Snips: -nodding- Yeah! And, ya know, maybe we WERE all of those things for a while, whether The System wants to admit that or not, but those days are OVER. Just WINNING wouldn't get our point across, so we had to...reinvent ourselves. Me and Snails sat down for a long time, and we thought about what we did wrong in the past to make ourselves be branded the way we were.

Snails: We weren't NASTY enoooough! We needed to get MEANEEEERRRRRR!

Snips: Yeah! We needed to be VICIOUS! We needed to be more violent than we EVER have been before! ...Do you remember how we spent the first month of our EWF careers, Silver?

Silver: Why, yes. You terrorized Shining Armor and Flash Sentry all month long.

Snips: Yes we did! In the main event of the very FIRST Lunacy, we grabbed the steel steps and BASHED it right into the head of Shining Armor! We made him BLEED. We gave him a CONCUSSION. And we only did it, because Sunset told us that we needed to send a message in a BIG way. If it were our choice, we WOULDN'T have done it. We...we were honestly SCARED after it happened.

Snails: We were afraid that Shining Armor was DEEEEAD! We almost cried…

Snips: Sunset told us to "man up," but we never really were able to do that, and slowly, people's opinions about us changed, and soon...we were nothing more than a joke. Two goofballs running around, doing The System's bidding. But three weeks ago, after our match, when we picked up those steel chairs and used them to send ANOTHER message to Dawson and Kendrick, we didn't CRY afterwards, and we didn't regret it. -he shakes his head- No...we ENJOYED it. -he grins sadistically-

Snails: We couldn't wait to do it again…-he begins chortling like a hyena-

Snips: We had never gotten such a...such a RUSH of energy like that before! The blood of Dawson and Kendrick...it was on our hands, and it nearly CONSUMED us...and we needed to see it AGAIN...we needed to hear the agonizing screams of them, and so the next week, we did the same thing, only this time, their precious teacher got some of the same results…-he chuckles- Bill Nyeker thinks he can lead those two to great success? Well the only thing they'll wind up being successful in, is being one of the LONG list of tag teams that fell to The System's very own personal mercenaries...Snips and Snails. -he grins-

Snails: That's meeeee!

Snips: Sure, we may not be as intelligent as Bill Nyeker and his students, and we may not be as popular as Rack Attack, but we don't NEED to be. Because we have learned from the BEST. The best competitors in the EWF, as well as the most VENOMOUS: The System. We have been watching their every move for MONTHS now, and we've picked up MANY things from our fellow members, most of all being...how to WIN. You have to do anything it takes to build your own legacy, and our legacy will be filled with the broken bodies of our enemies, and the Championships we take away from them.

Snails: Yeah-haaah! And LOOK at where our new attitudes have gotten us!

Snips: That's right! Ever since Trixie joined, because we've been proving ourselves over the past month, SHE now has to carry their bags! We kinda feel sorry for her, but soon enough, she'll have proven herself, and then the members of The System will have to do everything for THEMSELVES, the way it SHOULD be. Because you can't boss around winners…

Snails: Or CHAMPIONS!

Snips: Yeah! And since we're totally new competitors now, we've decided that the final change that needs to be made, before we take our place as the most destructive tag team in the EWF...is a name change. SLIME represents the OLD Snips and Snails. It's a name Sunset gave to us. A name we had no choice to accept, because we did what Sunset wanted of us. But now that we are our own men...we're DROPPING our old name. When you think of SLIME, you think of cruddy, sly, spineless cowards, and we're PAST all of that junk. We've got spines of our own, and tonight, we are going to RIP the spines of The Teacher's Pets and Rack Attack RIGHT OUT of their BODIES!

Snails: Ehehehehehehe! That sounds so FUN!

Snips: From now on, me and Snails want to, and are GOING to be called...SCUM. It is EXACTLY what we are, and we are PROUD of it! We're DESPICABLE! We're REVOLTING! We are plain ROTTEN.

Snails: And soon….we'll be CHAMPIONS.

Snips: Yeah! And we won't stop until every man in the EWF...gets a GLIMPSE of our HATRED! We'll make SURE that The System is prouder of us than they ever have been before…

-Snips walks off, grinning wickedly with Snails following behind, guffawing manically. Silver Shill watches them walk off with fear for their opponents-

Discord: A whole new Snips and Snails, eh? Well, they seem to be more diabolical than ever, so I can TOTALLY get behind that! -he grins-

Ahuizotl: I guess we will have to call them SCUM now, and after their actions as of late, I'd say that fits them to a tee...anyway, let's keep the ball rolling tonight, with another CHAMPIONSHIP bout!

Madden: -as the bell rings- The following conteeest, scheduled for ONE FAAAAALL..iiiis, for the COOOOMBOOOOOOO..OOOOOOF CAAAAAAARNAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEE..CHAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOONSHIIIIIIPS! -the crowd begins cheering, but that doesn't last for long as "Teacher" by Jim Johnston spawns a slew of boos into the arena- Introduciiing, the challengeeers...FIRST! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 587 POOOOUNDS..DWIIIIIIGHT DAAAAWSOOOOON, AND XAAAAAAAVIIIIIIERRRR..KEEEEEENDRRRRRIIIIIIICK!

Whooves: As you can see, Bill Nyeker is not accompanying his student's to the ring, and it's quite obvious why. He should be getting nothing but medical evaluations for the next week after that HELLACIOUS ladder match we just a little while ago.

Garble: Bill Nyeker fell off that ladder MANY times throughout that match. No doubt that he is banged up beyond belief. I think it's safe to say that tonight, Dawson and Kendrick are going to go it alone in this title match, the BIGGEST match of their careers.

Discord: And it may be difficult for them, as the man who BROUGHT them to this spot in their careers will not be in attendance, but I'm sure that Bill Nyeker has all the confidence in the world for his prized pupils.

Whooves: This is not the first time we'll be seeing Dawson and Kendrick get down and dirty. They interfered in the Carnival of Carnage on Bill Nyeker's behalf, and that did not end well for them OR their teacher. Winning the Combo of Carnage titles will DEFINITELY get the taste of the last match out of ALL of their mouths.

Kendrick: -looking around at all of the fans he passes on his left as he walks around ringside- You all need GUIDANCE. You need someone to give you stability; someone to rely on. When WE are the Champions, you can look to US and our exquisite educator for ALL of the answers! -the crowd boos as Dwight Dawson steps OVER the top rope, while Kendrick jumps up onto the apron before entering through the middle rope-

Ahuizotl: These two have sure learned A LOT from Bill Nyeker, but one thing they could learn that he has never been able to yet...is how to be a CHAMPION.

Discord: I'm sure that knowledge like that is PRICELESS, because it is so hard to come by in a business like this.

-Dawson and Kendrick stand in the back, with Dawson standing completely still and Kendrick loosening his black tie as they await their opponents-

-"Enforcer" (Cover) by Adam Massacre brings forth an even greater amount of boos into the arena-

Madden: Aaaaaand THE CHALLEEENGEEERS...NEXT! Representiiiing THEEEEEEE SYYYYYSTEEEEEEM! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 403 POOOOUNDS...SNIIIIIIPS, AND SNAAAAAILS..SSSSSCUUUUUUUUMMM!

Whooves: I remember calling these young gentlemen's FIRST title match, all the way back at Retribution in February. Nearly five months later, Snips and Snails are back for another crack at the Combo of Carnage Championships. Only this time...they are meaner, nastier...and more relentless than EVER before.

Garble: That's one of the advantage of hanging around an entire GROUP filled with disgusting individuals day after day. Bill Nyeker may have taught Dawson and Kendrick about how to be a well-rounded citizen of society, but The System have taught Snips and Snails how to step on people and break as many rules as it takes to be successful in this business.

Ahuizotl: That is certainly true, but let us not forget that Bill Nyeker is a sinister man in his own right, and he has UNDOUBTEDLY passed those same character traits along to his students. We just have not seen the HELL at which they are capable of unleashing, unlike Snips and Snails, who, over the past month, have tried to ANNIHILATE Dawson and Kendrick at ANY opportunity they see fit!

Discord: Case in point, during the first match of the evening, where Snips and Snails SUCCESSFULLY, you could say COST The Teacher's Pets and their teacher the satisfaction of pulling down that contract. Yes...these two COST Bill Nyeker a shot at the Carnage Championship! How is that weighing on the mind of Dawson and Kendrick right now?

Garble: Not too good, I'm willing to bet. And combined with the repeated attacks over the past few weeks, I'm positive that Dawson and Kendrick are looking to do more than just WIN the titles here tonight. If they can, they'll get back at SCUM for all the pain they've been them and their teacher through!

-Snails hisses at the camera as he walks down the ramp. Dawson and Kendrick are staring a hole through both members of SCUM-

Ahuizotl: ...What the hell was that?

Discord: It was a hiss, genius.

Ahuizotl: Yes, I know, but WHY? There's something seriously OFF about Snips and Snails nowadays…

Discord: Hey, it's netted them another title shot, so all the more power to them. But they can't afford to be all willy-nilly with bending the rules here...disqualifications are STILL in place for this match, I'm sad to say.

Whooves: So those steel chairs they've been almost ADJOINED to CAN'T help them win the titles. That is, unless, they use them without getting caught, which is VERY much a possibility. Members of The System are known for being MASTERS at bending the rules to their favor.

-Snails CRAWLS into the left side of the ring, while Snips crawls in from the right. They both stand up and walk over to Dawson and Kendrick. Snails looks up at Dawson with a deranged grin on his face, wheezing with intensity-

Garble: This...is...VERY uncomfortable...I've never heard the noises that Snails is making escape from a human's body before…

-Still, Dawson and Kendrick are not intimidated, as they glare at Snips and Snails with vengeance on their mind-

*Woo Woo Woo! You know it! OOOOOHHHH RAAAADIOOOOO…* -the crowd suddenly comes to life with nothing but cheers-

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 424 POOOOOUNDS...they aaaare, the COOOOOOMBOOOOOO OF CAAAAAAAAARRRRRRNAAAAAAAAGEEEE CHAAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIIOOOOOONS..the team of AAAACEEEEE, and ZAAAAACK RYYYYYDEEEERRRR..RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAACK ATTAAAAAACK!

Discord: And here comes one of the most beloved tag teams in the EWF! Coming straight from me and Whooves' home of Sublime...Ace and Zack Ryder, Rack Attack!

Whooves: Discord and I have had the privilege of watching these two grow as tag team partners. They started out as fierce rivals. They both debuted on Sublime on the same night, and their first match was, ironically, against each other. After a brief feud, they came together with ONE common goal...to make a name for themselves, and thus, Rack Attack was born.

Ahuizotl: They haven't always gotten along, but they're ALWAYS having fun, and there hasn't been a match that has gone by where they haven't done the best that they can. If you could believe it, a loudmouth like Ace, and a super-cool guy like Zack have actually been, sort of like third wheels in the rivalry between The Teacher's Pets and SCUM.

Garble: Well, that's kind of to be expected when you're on a different show from then, but you're right. You know, I think Rack Attack has the definite advantage in this match.

Whooves: You do?

Garble: Yeah. Not only because they can retain their titles by disqualification, but hey, look at SCUM and The Teacher's Pets...they've been at each other's throats ever since they became number one contenders. And tonight, during this match, I'm thinking their focus is going to be on each other.

Discord: That would be a HUGE mistake. Rack Attack are the Champions for a very good reason, and if SCUM and The Teacher's Pets don't focus their attack on them, as well, Zack Ryder and Ace just may walk out of High Stakes with their straps intact.

Whooves: Absolutely. DO NOT underestimate Rack Attack by ANY means!

-Zack Ryder shoots up the "LI" hand gesture as he walks down the ring. Ace throws a tennis ball into the air and SMACKS his racket against it-

Ace: -to Zack- HEADS UP, ANAL GEYSER!

Ryder: -turning around- Thanks, bro! -he jumps up and grabs the tennis ball out of midair, throwing it towards the crowd for a fan to take home-

Ace: OH JEEZ! I HOPE THAT BALL DOESN'T GO TOWARDS A...A BLIND KID! THAT WOULD SUCK!

Ryder: Why would a blind kid be at a wrestling show? And why is it only terrible if it's a blind KID? Wouldn't a blind ADULT be just as bad?

Ace: NO, DUMMY! NO DUMMY YOU'RE WRONG AND YOU'RE DUMB! IF IT'S A KID, THAT IS WAY MORE TERRIBLE, ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE BORN BLIND! AND SAY IT'S AN ADULT THAT HAS ONLY BEEN BLIND FOR LIKE 3 YEARS. THAT IS WAY WORSE, ZACK, YOU FUCKING INCONSIDERATE JERKASS!

Ryder: -putting his hands up- Alright, alright! Relax, man. I'm sure it's okay.

Ace: BUT WHAT IF...WHAT IF THE BALL HIT A KID WITH PERFECTLY GOOD VISION, BUT THEY COULDN'T CATCH IT AND IT CRACKED HIM IN THE EYEBALLS AND NOW THE KID IS PERMANENTLY BLIND! WOULD WE GET SUED?!

Ryder: That would have to be a PRETTY large tennis ball to hit BOTH of those eyes…

Ace: THINK OF THE CHIIIIILDREN, ZACK!

Ryder: Dude, we have GOT to get to the ring!

Ace: -grumbling under his breath- DAMMIT! I SHOULD'VE SHAVED MY ASS HAIRS BEFORE THIS MATCH!

Ryder: -facepalming as he and Ace walk to the ring- If you don't stop worrying about your ass, we're going to get OUR asses KICKED.

Ace: PFFFT! NAH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. WE'RE THE CHAMPIONS, AND THESE GUYS ARE JUST CHUMPASSES.

Garble: I love these guys so much. Their bickering reminds me of the dynamic between my mom and I.

Discord: Did your mom ever shave your own asshairs?

Garble: Nah, but she did shave her own.

Discord: Oh. -he realizes what he meant by that, and his eyes bulge and his mouth drops a little bit in astonishment- OH…..

-Ryder gets on the middle rope, throwing up the "LI" gesture again before entering the ring, his title belt glistening around his waist. Ace also enters the ring and straddles and top rope, removing his title belt from his waist and holding it into the air while he unleashes a loud scream-

Ace: WE ARE RACK ATTACK, AND WE'LL RIP OFF YOUR FUCKING SACK!

Ryder: Heh. Nice one, bro…

Whooves: Zack Ryder, from Long Island, New York. Has wanted to be a professional wrestler since he was a young boy, and is now set to defend his Championship on the prime stage of High Stakes.

Ahuizotl: And Ace, who, just like Klaus, is a two-sport athlete. His EXTREME anger issues have gotten him evicted from MANY a tennis league, but in a place like the EWF, a temper like that is VERY much permitted.

Garble: And looks at where it's gotten him! He's one half of the Combo of Carnage Champions, that is, at least for right now.

-Ryder exits the ring, letting us know that Ace will be starting off this match-

Ace: -turning to Zack- Jesus, man...I KEEP TELLING YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN...OUR THEME SONG IS FUCKING SHIT!

Ryder: And I keep telling you AGAIN and AGAIN that it's a SICK song, bro!

Ace: HA! YOU'VE GOT THAT RIGHT! It MAKES me sick! WE NEED TO CHANGE THE FUCKING THING, OR AT LEAST COMBINE IT WITH SOMETHING THAT I FIND COOL!

Ryder: Hmm...tell you what. If we retain our titles, we'll get new music. Deal?

Ace: OH God...Now we HAVE to win! DON'T SLACK OFF, JACK OFF! WE'RE GETTING NEW THEME MUSIIIIIIIIC!

-The referee holds up the Combo of Carnage Championships as Kendrick and Snails also exit the ring, signaling that their respective partners will start this match off-

Ahuizotl: And there's what it's all about...the Combo of Carnage Championships. Only two teams have held the prestigious belts to this point. Will a third team be added to the lineage tonight?

Discord: The rules of the match are simple. Each team has one of its members volunteer to start the match, so it's essentially a triple threat match, but with three other men standing on the apron. The first member of one of the teams to score a pinfall or submission wins the match for their team, and they will then be awarded the Championships, to boot.

Match 3: Combo of Carnage Championships - Rack Attack vs SCUM vs The Teacher's Pets

-6 minutes later-

-Dwight Dawson goes up to the middle rope as Zack Ryder is in a supine position on the mat-

Ahuizotl: We've seen this behemoth climb up to the middle rope before, and it NEVER ends good for the man below!

Whooves: This is 350 pounds, about to SQUISH Zack Ryder like he's a spray-tanned bug!

-Dawson dives off the middle rope. Ryder luckily brings a boot up into the air, which saves his bacon as Dawson's head smacks into it-

Garble: Smart move by Ryder! That could've ended his title reign right there if Dawson had hit Mass Destruction!

-After smashing his face into Ryder's boot, Dawson tries to regroup by crawling over to the nearby corner and sitting at it-

Discord: Apparently Dawson has never seen a Zack Ryder match! What does he THINK is going to happen next?!

-The answer is that Ryder stands in his team's corner, which is to the left of where Dawson is. Zack points at Dawson, which gets the crowd cheering-

Ahuizotl: He's going to use some more boot-based offense in an attempt to put away Dwight Dawson!

Ryder: -fistbump, at which point the crowd chants along- WOO! -fistbump- WOO! -fistbump- WOO! -he throws up the LI gesture as he runs towards Dawson, but suddenly, Dawson rises to his feet, and lifts Ryder up off the ground as he approaches him-

Garble: OH NO! RYDER WAS GOING FOR THE BROSKI BOOT, BUT HE WOUND UP GETTING PUT IN THE SLEEPING IN CLASS!

-Dawson brings Ryder into the middle of the ring, where he REALLY cinches the move in deep-

Whooves: Ryder could fade at ANY second now! The Teacher's Pets could have the titles in their grasp!

-Snips gets back to his feet and rushes over to Dawson, wrapping his arms around his massive waist. He tries to German Suplex him, but it is no use; Dawson isn't budging-

Discord: And though he was able to deliver one in the ladder match, Snips CANNOT bring Dwight Dawson off of feet!

Ahuizotl: But you've gotta keep in mind that Dawson is now carrying an extra 230 pounds in his grasp, which would make it INFINITELY harder for him to be lifted off of the ground!

-Xavier Kendrick enters the ring and quickly dispatches Snips from the ring-

Garble: SNIPS IS OUTSIDE THE RING NOW! THE TEACHER'S PETS' STUDIES MAY FINALLY PAY OFF, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!

-Kendrick enters the ring just as Ace climbs up to the top rope. Unfortunately, Dawson catches him out of the corner of his eye. Ace leaps off the top rope, in an attempt to save his partner, at which point Dawson CHUCKS Ryder in his direction. Ryder collides with Ace in MID-AIR, knocking them BOTH down to the mat and ending their flight abruptly-

Ahuizotl: -wincing- OOOOOOOOH! Ace tried to dive in and salvage both his tag team partner AND his title reign!

Whooves: Well, look at it this way. Yes, Ace got a facefull of his partner for his troubles, but it did provoke Dawson to release Ryder from the Sleeping in Class, so, at any rate, the plan worked to perfection.

Discord: It certainly did...except for the fact that BOTH Champions are down now, and haven't gotten that physical with each other since before they BECAME a tag team.

Whooves: Eh, tomayto, tomahto. Their reign still stays alive for the time being.

-8 minutes later-

-Snails attempts his finisher, Slow and Steady, but Ace slips out of it. As Snails turns around, Ace performs a spin, rearing back as he does so. As the spin is complete, Ace sends the back of his hand forward into Snails cheek, an EXTREMELY loud "smack" being heard as the crowd OHHHHHHs! Snails falls to his knees as Ace then tags in Ryder-

Ace: -to Zack- THERE! NOW YOU FINISH OFF THE SPASTIC SHITHEAD!

Garble: FUCK! You could hear that one up in the CHEAP SEATS! Ace just PIMP SLAPPED the STUPID out of Snails!

Whooves: Ace calls that move The Backhand! It's a Discus, well...backhand!

Discord: Oh, how CREATIVE.

Whooves: Cut off the sarcasm. Ace is a tennis player, and the backhand is one of the shots tennis players utilize, so it works well.

-Ryder enters the ring and measures Snails as he begins to stir to his feet, flashing the "LI" symbol as he waits-

Ahuizotl: Zack Ryder, looking to nail his patented Rough Ryder and put this title defense to rest!

-As Snails gets to his feet, Ryder begins rushing at his. Snails turns around just as Ryder propels himself into the air, and as he does so, Xavier Kendrick was revealed to be waiting there the whole time, perched on the top rope in front of Ryder. Kendrick then LEAPS off, and JUST as Ryder grabs the neck of Snails, about to drive him down into the mat with the Rough Ryder, Kendrick is WRAPPING his arms around the neck of Ryder, driving him DOWN into the mat to the audience's AMAZEMENT! Snips is lucky to not be affected by the Rough Ryder as he just falls to the mat after being released by Ryder-

Whooves: AMAZING! XAVIER KENDRICK, WAITING IN THE WINGS!

Garble: A FOR EFFORT! KENDRICK HITS THE A FOR EFFORT, COMPLETELY COCKBLOCKING RYDER FROM DELIVERING HIS FINISHING MOVE!

-Kendrick quickly covers Ryder, making sure to hook his leg-

*1…...2…..-Ryder is BARELY able to kick out, which nearly sends Kendrick over the edge as you can see him mouth the words, "are you KIDDING me?"

Ahuizotl: SO close! SO, SO close were Kendrick and Dawson from becoming the Combo of Carnage Champions! But HOW ABOUT that SENSATIONAL counter to the Rough Ryder from the SUPER-ATHLETIC Xavier Kendrick?!

Discord: That could go down as the best counter we see ALL NIGHT! Snails came out of that whole ordeal completely UNSCATHED, but Zack Ryder RIGHT before hitting the Rough Ryder was subjected to Xavier Kendrick's Over Castle, which he has dubbed the A For Effort!

-A replay is shown of Ryder attempting his finisher, but instead being knocked to the mat by the A For Effort as the crowd chants "THAT WAS AWE-SOME"!-

Garble: And look at Ryder's face in slow motion as he becomes aware of Kendrick's positioning on the top rope. He jaw drops, and so did all of ours after what happened next!

Whooves: But what incredible fighting spirit on display from Zack Ryder! THAT is the will and heart of a TRUE Champion.

-4 minutes later-

-Looking to end the match, Kendrick hooks the neck of Ace as he is on his feet-

Ahuizotl: Xavier Kendrick! Looking to bring this match to an end!

-Kendrick runs towards the corner and leaves his feet, propping his feet on the top turnbuckle, about to strike with the Complex Equation (which is known in the wrestling world as Sliced Bread No. 2.) Luckily, Ace is able to slip out at the last moment and wrap his arms around Kendrick's waist as his feet are on the turnbuckle, flipping him off of the turnbuckle where Kendrick then glides over Ace's frame and lands safely behind him-

Discord: Ace, proving to be too complex to be hit with the Complex Equation!

-As soon as Kendrick's feet hit the mat, Snips is waiting right behind him, where he wraps HIS arms around Kendrick's waist and immediately flings him into the air. To his right is Snails, who was also waiting for the perfect moment. Snails jumps off the top rope and connects with a leg drop to the chest of Kendrick while his partner completes the German Suplex into the mat!-

Whooves: WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SEQUENCE!

Garble: How does one even commentate that?! Xavier Kendrick, attempting to finish off Ace with the Complex Equation, but Ace slips out of it before it's too late, maneuvers Kendrick to where he is behind him, and from then, Snips comes out from the shadows, grabs ahold of Kendrick, and SCUM STAIN the mat with Kendrick's remains!

Ahuizotl: That's a spot-on interpretation! SCUM see Kendrick's finishing move, and raise THEIR OWN! But they cannot capitalize because Ace is still is a factor!

-Ace tries to make Snips a NON-factor as, when Snips gets to his feet, Ace performs another spin before thrusting the back of his hand towards him. Snips is able to duck the Backhand, and while he is behind Ace, he LIFTS him onto his shoulders-

Discord: Look at this! The Backhand was foiled, and now Snips has hoisted Ace up with such EASE!

Garble: Ace better get REALLY MAD soon, otherwise this match could be coming to a halt!

-Snips shows no mercy as he then falls sideways, driving Ace's head square into the mat with such AUTHORITY, the crowd's OHHHHHs extremely loud!-

Garble: OH FUCK! CUT IT OUT! That's actually the name of Snips' finishing move, but I really DO mean to CUT IT OUT! STOP USING THAT MOVE. IT SCARES ME!

Ahuizotl: Ace's neck could be broken...Snips just SPIKED his skull into the mat...like a defenseless tennis ball…

-With cruel, remorseless eyes, Snips places his arms to the side of Ace's left shoulder, pressing his portly stomach into Ace's right side. The referee drops down to the mat and begins counting-

*1…..2…..3….* -the referee calls for the bell as the crowd begins bombarding SCUM with boos that voice their displeasure over this title change-

Whooves: And SCUM! The Combo of Carnage Championships is now adorning an abundant SMUDGE on its once SPOTLESS lineage!

Madden: -as Snips begins rapidly ripping at the headband on Ace's forehead, soon tearing it off and clamping down on it with his teeth- Here are YOOOOUR WIIIIINNEEERRRS..aaaand theeee NNNNEEEEEEWWWW..COOOOOOMBOOOO OF CAAAAAAARRRRNAAAAAGEEEE CHAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOOONS...SSSSNIIIIPS, AND SSSSNAAAAAAILS..SSSCUUUUUUMMM...

Garble: You're right, Doc...what a terrible day this will forever be known as, in the annals of the Combo of Carnage Championships. Its titleholders are the most VILE and SHAMEFUL to surface yet!

Ahuizotl: Not only that, but until further notice, this is a TERRIBLE day for the EWF, as well...because now, The System have gained even MORE power. Power which they will use to its advantage, and to tighten its grip on the SANCTITY of the EWF! This was NOT the outcome I was hoping for…

Discord: Hey, me and Whooves are on Sublime, and even WE are feeling sorry for you guys now...The System have just grown THAT much stronger, and have gotten THAT much closer to their goal of completely bringing the EWF...to its knees…

-Snails is now in the ring, as well, and before he accepts his newly won title, he TEARS off the wristband of the defenseless Ace and slips it onto HIS wrist. Both he and Snips then GRAB their Championships away from the referee and walk over to the ropes. They both climb onto the middle rope and raise their belts into the air with just one arm. They use their free hand to shake the middle rope violently-

Garble: What the fu-...Snails is now WEARING the wristband of Ace...like a...like a memento...a souvenir of the night that he and Snips bested Rack Attack…

Discord: I'm betting this right now...we are witnessing the birth of what will turn out to be the weirdest duo to ever hold the Combo of Carnage Championships...I mean, LOOK at these guys. Snails is snarling, Snips is biting down on Ace's SWEATY headband! -he gags- WHAT IS WITH THESE GUYS?

Whooves: They are changed men, and it seems for now that their change...was for the better, but only for they and The System. For the EWF, it will not be a welcome change...but it is one that we must get used to…

-Snails crawls backwards under the bottom rope, while Snips uses the top rope to flip himself over, landing with both feet on the ground. Both men then look at each other and clank their Championship belts together before retreating up the ramp, slowly and erratically-

Ahuizotl: What an...odd celebration...but for the former Champions, Rack Attack, the celebration has come to an end. Both they and Sublime are no longer in possessions of the Combo of Carnage Championships. You could say that Lunacy is now, which is technically correct, but are we REALLY? As far as I'm concerned, those titles are now being held hostage by The System, and until another valiant team steps up and intercepts them from SCUM, the men's tag team division in the EWF, has succumbed to tyranny and villainy, and those men, Snips and Snails...are at the helm of it all.

-Garble sighs loudly as Snips and Snails stand atop the stage amongst thousands of booing EWF fans, who are powerfully chanting, "RACK A-TTACK" again and again-

Whooves: It is a disappointing night for many here at High Stakes, at least when it comes to this match. But despite their tactics, our new Combo of Carnage Champions put forth the GREATEST performance of their careers, and they should be proud of themselves.

Garble: I'm certain they are, and once they get backstage, they will be SHOWERED with praise by their fellow System stablemates. It would be the exact OPPOSITE of what we're hearing out here...Rack Attack and The Teacher's Pets..they both battled hard, and with a few extra seconds more, this match may have turned out differently for one of them. But for tonight at High Stakes, there's a high volume of heartbreak, as well as disappointment, and the combined efforts of SCUM have left a blemish on their record, and that same blemish will very quickly spread through the rest of the EWF with them as our Champions…

-Snips finally takes the headband out of his mouth, and straps it to his head. He and Snails smirk at the ring, looking at the other three disappointed men that make up it. Ace, rather than look disappointed, looks FURIOUS. The "RACK A-TTACK" chants continue as the feed fades to black-

Ahuizotl: With one new set of Champions already being crowned, we will see if this next matchup spawns the same result.

Madden: The following conteeest, scheduled fooor ONE FAAAALL..iiiis, for the CHIIIIIIIIICK..COOOOMBOOOOOOOO..CHAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOONSHIIIIIIPS! -the crowd cheers with such excitement, but the crackling of a walkie talkie adds some boos to the mixture-

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD*

-Rosely Reigns and Diane Ditzbrose are spotted amongst the fans, both side-by-side and looking out into the sea of their supporters and naysayers-

Madden: Introduciiiing, FIRST! Coming down the aisleee..the challengeeers..representing The Sword..at a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 306 POOOOUNDS..ROOOOSELYYY REEEEEIGNS, AAAAAND DIIIIIIAAAAAANEEE..DIIIIIIIIIIIIIITZBRRROOOOOOSSSSSEEEE!

Whooves: These are two of the three women who, over the past four month have been carving a path of dominance, resistance, and, as they claim...JUSTICE.

Garble: It's what they're all about. It's what they've been preaching since they've arrived here. They want to rid the EWF of injustice, and whether they're just blowing smoke or not, winning the Chick Combo Championships tonight would give them an even bigger platform to do just that.

-Ditzbrose and Reigns file down the stairs, not looking any of the fans in the eye-

Discord: Well, it's quite clear that there IS a lot of injustice swirling around the EWF, but it's just not the type that The Sword is after. I mean, Lightning Dust? SWEET, innocent, LOVELY little Fluttershy? What injustice does SHE bring?

Ahuizotl: That's just the thing, Discord...NONE. Neither of those two women, nor ANY of the other women The Sword have targeted have been a threat to the EWF's foundation. I think, the only thing they could be a threat to, is The Sword's reign of terror, and I believe The Sword know that, as well. THIS is why they need to take them out, before The Sword's blade gets too dull.

Discord: Well, regardless, they've turned out to be the greatest force in all of the EWF, and unless a team like Fluttershy and Lightning Dust can stop them, their dynasty will only gain in structure, and from there, it will be even harder to overthrow The Sword.

-Ditzbrose climbs over the barricade, spinning a bit as her feet hit the floor. Reigns maneuvers her noodly, flowing raspberry hair behind her head before she too climbs over the barricade. She approaches the steps, stomping on the bottom one as she looks out into the crowd with a serious look on her face-

Whooves: The cold, menacing glare of Rosely Reigns, and the eccentric movements of Diane Ditzbrose. Together, this could be the duo that unravels the title reign of our Champions, who, combined, may be more popular than any other tandem in the EWF.

-"Too Shy" by Kajagoogoo brings all of the crowd to their feet at once-

Garble: And here's one of them right now!

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS..FIRST! Frooom LOOONEYYYVIIIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 125 POOOOOOUNDS..she iiiis ONE HAAAALF, of the CHIIIIIIIIIIICK..COOOOOOOMBOOOOO CHAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOOONS..FLLLLLLLUUUUUUTTEEERRRRSHHHHYYYYYYY!

-The crowd is already chanting "YAY" with every ounce of fiber in their bodies as Fluttershy jumps sideways down the ramp, thrusting her index fingers into the air-

Discord: One of, if not THE most beloved superstar in the EWF! And for very good reason. But don't let her compassionate nature fool you. If she is belittled enough, this little lady will bring you to your knees with her VICIOUS kicks, and then she'll send you down to the mat with one last BRUTAL kick to the head!

Ahuizotl: All three members of The Sword have felt those kicks MANY times by this point, but they keep coming back for more, all in the name of capturing the Chick Combo Championships. Fluttershy and Lightning Dust have been able to weather the storm time and time again. Can they keep their title reign intact through ONE last clash with the Hounds of Justice?

-Fluttershy stops at the end of the ramp, looking back to await her partner. When "Dangerzone" by Vanilla Ninja hits the loudspeakers, Fluttershy's face gains a large smile-

Madden: Aaaaand HER PARTNEEERRRR..froooooom CLOOOOOUDSDAAAAAALE! Weighing in at 119 POOOOUNDS...she iiiiis, the OTHER HAAAALF, of the CHIIIIIIIIIIICK..COOOOOOOMBOOOOO CHAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOOONS..LLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTNIIIIIIIING DUSTTTT!

Whooves: Lightning Dust, one of the most GIFTED high flyers you will ever see. To say each one of her matches is a highlight reel would be an UNDERSTATEMENT. This young lady EXCELS in the air, and with the Dominion of Dynamo's aerial prowess, and her partner's excellent striking and technical ability, these two have formed a tag team FOR THE AGES.

Garble: And these two came together BECAUSE of The Sword, and they were able to capture the Chick Combo Championships because of the majority vote of the Lunacy fans. The Sword's VERY first match on the scene was against the Champions, and Twilight Sparkle. The Sword were victorious, and haven't lost a step since, picking up victory after victory after VICTORY.

Ahuizotl: The Sword have yet to lose ANY match by pinfall or submission. This will be the FOURTH time The Sword will be facing off against Lightning Dust and Fluttershy. The other three times they competed against each other, The Sword won ALL of those contests. The Champions have NEVER been able to best The Sword. Could tonight be their night to overcome the biggest threat to their Championships?

-Lightning Dust meets Fluttershy at the bottom of the stage, smiling at her partner before giving her a high five, the two then making their way to the ring-

Discord: We've seen in the past that The Sword have been able to withstand the aerial offense of Lightning Dust, especially Rosely Reigns with her freakish strength. I don't know how you could PREPARE for strength like hers.

Ahuizotl: Well, the Champions had better prepare quickly if they haven't already, because it looks like Rosely Reigns will be starting this match off for this team. It'd also be worth mentioning that the unpredictability of Diane Ditzbrose is always a factor, and that her instability could be even HARDER to contain.

-Lightning Dust and Fluttershy hand the referees their belts as Rosely Reigns looks at the titles, unmoving and all-business. Ditzbrose is on the apron, whispering instructions into her partner's ears-

Crowd: -as the referee holds up both of the titles into the air, showing them to each side of the crowd- LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY! LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY! LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY! LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY! LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY! LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY! LIGHT-NING DUST-YAY!

Whooves: And the EWF fans, showing their support for BOTH Chick Combo Champions.

Garble: Yeah, that's pretty creative. It's a lot easier that way.

Match 4: Chick Combo Championships - Fluttershy & Lightning Dust vs The Sword (Rosely Reigns and Diane Ditzbrose)

-7 minutes later-

-As Ditzbrose 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. As she is flipped, Lightning flips herself in the air, attempting a 450 Splash, which Ditzbrose is BARELY able to move out of the way of-

Garble: And the Champs were looking for just ONE instance of their tag team excellence with that Monkey Flip/450 combination, but the wily Diane Ditzbrose was able to roll out of the way and send Lightning crash-landing into the mat!

-Ditzbrose looks on with bugged-out eyes as Lightning begins to get to her feet. As she does, her arms are hooked by Ditzbrose, who then elevates her up into the air-

Ahuizotl: And I think Ditzbrose is now looking to capitalize with the Hook and Ladder! The Chickenwing facebuster!

-As Ditzbrose begins to drop Lightning downwards, Lightning avoids hitting the mat as she brings her body in towards Lightning's legs and grabs onto them, proceeding to hook her legs around Ditzbrose's arms and using the leverage to bring herself down to the mat safely while flipping Ditzbrose over onto her shoulders-

Whooves: VICTORY ROLL! VICTORY ROLL BY LIGHTNING DUST! SHE'S GOT DITZBROSE'S LEGS HOOKED IN PLACE!

-The referee quickly drops down as Ditzbrose tries desperately to wriggle loose-

*1….2…..-the crowd lets out a big, collective, "AWWW" as Ditzbrose is able to escape-

Garble: Lightning ALMOST had Ditzbrose! The Sword were just MILLISECONDS away from suffering their first loss in the EWF!

Ahuizotl: A TERRIFIC counter by Lightning Dust, able to roll through the Hook and Ladder which Ditzbrose was hoping to level her with!

Discord: Apparently Ditzbrose isn't the only girl who can unleash unpredictable offense! That almost retained Lightning and Fluttershy their titles!

-5 minutes later-

-Rosely Reigns is on the top rope with Lightning Dust on her shoulders-

Whooves: Don't tell me! DO NOT TELL ME THAT ROSELY REIGNS IS...IS GOING TO HIT A SAMOAN DROP OFF OF THE TOP ROPE!

Garble: I think that's what she has in mind! This will CRUSH Lightning Dust if it connects!

-Before Reigns can drop off the top rope, Lightning Dust hooks the arms of Reigns by grapevining her legs around one arm and her arms around the other arm of Reigns. This positions her horizontally across the back of Reigns and forces her arms out like a crucifixion. Lightning then lowers her body weight so that Reigns is brought down OFF OF THE TOP ROPE, backwards, and is forced onto her own shoulders in a pinning position with her legs in the air as she hits the mat!-

Ahuizotl: LIGHTNING DUUUUUUUST! -as the crowd goes wild- SEN. SATIONAL! THAT'S A CRUCIFIX PIN AS SHE BREAKS OUT OF THE SAMOAN DROP!

*1….2…-Reigns is able to get her right shoulder up and break the pin as the audience is disappointed once again-

Garble: LIGHTNING DUST ALMOST HAD REIGNS! Just like Ditzbrose a little bit ago, Rosely Reigns was NEARLY caught off guard by another whacky pinning combination!

Whooves: Not just ANY pinning combination...a CRUCIFIX, but unlike ANY WAY I've ever seen it executed before! FROM THE TOP ROPE, bringing Reigns DOWN to the mat and nearly securing her and Ditzbrose their FIRST loss in the EWF!

Discord: There is only ONE Lightning Dust, and she's simply one of a kind!

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

-6 minutes later-

-As Lightning gets to her feet, Reigns is already rushing at her. Lightning blocks her Spear attempt by simply bringing her boot up into her jaw, which turns Reigns the other way and elicits a loud "SMACK" across the arena which the fans pop HUGE for!-

Garble: And Lightning Dust AGAIN, for the THIRD TIME avoiding disaster, SMACKING her boot into the jaw of Rosely Reigns!

Whooves: There was NO DOUBT that Reigns was looking for the Spear, a move she has one SO many matches for The Sword with, and a move that Lightning HERSELF has fell victim to MANY a time. But tonight was NOT one of those times!

-Lightning then JUMPS onto Reigns' shoulders from behind and then flips backwards, driving Reigns' head RIGHT into the mat, which elicits a thunderous "OHHHH," followed by MASSIVE cheering from the crowd-

Discord: INVERTED FRANKENSTEINER! YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!

Ahuizotl: Lightning calls it Fulminology, the science of Lightning! And they could soon be using Rosely Reigns as a science EXPERIMENT after a hit like that!

-Lightning then crawls over to her corner quickly before tagging in Fluttershy, who enters the ring to nothing but cheers-

Whooves: And here comes the Silent Slayer, perhaps to bring this historic undefeated streak to an END.

-Fluttershy stands in her corner before she begins darting her index fingers into the air, the crowd doing the same with a resounding, "YAY!" Fluttershy then proceeds to do this multiple times, with the crowd chanting "YAY" every time. Once Reigns rises to her feet, Fluttershy launches herself out of the corner, leaving the ground and soon leaving Reigns MOTIONLESS on the mat!-

Garble: OBEDIENCE TRAINIIIIIIIIIIING! FLUTTERSHY! MAY! HAVE HER!

-Fluttershy soon makes the cover, as the fan's excitement is reaching an all-time high. The referee drops to the mat, as every member of the crowd begins counting along, hoping this will be a 3 count-

*1….2…..-but their hopes are DASHED as, once again, Reigns KICKS OUT, leaving Fluttershy STUNNED with an agape jaw! A resounding "AWWWWWWWW" follows the crowd-

Ahuizotl: BUT HOW ABOUT THIS?! SAY WHAT YOU WILL ABOUT THE ANTICS OF THE SWORD, BUT THEY ARE ALL SOME DAMN TOUGH COMPETITORS!

Whooves: I CAN'T BELIEVE REIGNS GOT A SHOULDER UP! First, the Fulminology from Lightning Dust, followed by that DEVASTATING running knee from Fluttershy! But with ALL THAT, Rosely Reigns kept the dream alive for her and Diane Ditzbrose! What an EXTRAORDINARY effort!

Crowd: THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE!

Garble: Even this crowd thinks that was a little too close for comfort, but nope, Rosely Reigns is just that damn GOOD, and that's why she's a member of The Sword!

-4 minutes later-

-Lightning Dust climbs up to the top rope with Reigns on the mat beneath her, the crowd getting louder and louder the higher up Lightning goes-

Discord: The Sword have had Lightning and Fluttershy's number for the past four months, but I think we're about to see The Sword sent running to another area code!

Whooves: Rosely Reigns may be afraid of ladders, but after tonight, she may have a fear of -Lightning jumps off the top rope, twisting herself in mid-air- ASTRAPHOBIAAAAAA!

-Reigns is able to roll out of the way, just as Lightning is able to land on her feet and roll through to avoid any damage. As she is doing so, Reigns reaches up and makes a tag to Ditzbrose-

Discord: We all saw that tag to Diane Ditzbrose, but I think someone had better tell Lightning Dust before it's too late!

-Reigns gets to her feet and runs to Lightning, who looks to knock her back down to the mat with a Roundhouse Kick, which Reigns is barely able to avoid-

Garble: Reigns, narrowly ducking Lightning Dust's kick!

-Now behind Lightning, Reigns grabs both of Lightning's wrists with one hand. She pushes on Lightning's back with her other hand, which turns her around, and Reigns brings her other arm forward, trying to level Lightning with it, but Lightning ducks the short-arm lariat-

Whooves: THE REIGNMAKER! But it's been turned into a drought by Lightning's Dust's evasion!

-As Reigns turns around, she is struck with a Roundhouse Kick by Lightning that drops her to the mat-

Garble: SHE HITS IT THAT TIME! Reigns just got ROCKED!

-Lightning drops to her knees to initiate another pin on Reigns, but she doesn't expect to be brought back up to her feet-

Discord: DITZBROSE IS IN THE RING! SHE'S GOT AHOLD OF LIGHTNING DUST!

-After doing so, Ditzbrose applies a side headlock before dropping down on her chest and driving Lightning's head down to the mat forehead first!-

Ahuizotl: DIRTY DEEDS! DITZBROSE DROPPED LIGHTNING WITH THE DIRTY DEEDS!

-Ditzbrose holds onto Lightning's arm, which she had against her side as she executed the finishing move and uses that same arm as an easier way to flip Lightning over onto her back, Ditzbrose shifting all of her body weight over onto Lightning as she does so. When Lightning's back hits the mat, Ditzbrose lifts her legs up and drops one of them down next to Lightning's left leg and places the other one in-between Lightning's legs. Ditzbrose then lays her elbow against the head of Lightning while she hooks her right leg. The pin looks like this: gyazodotcom/91dacbfdc2ad304d6c8660e437e3e4f5

-Ditzbrose nods her head with each number- *1….2…..3!* -half of the crowd throws their hands up over their heads in disappointment, while the rest boos wickedly-

Whooves: THE SWORD! The Sword have PUNCTURED...the title reign of Fluttershy and Lightning Dust!

-Ditzbrose removes herself from Lightning's body, getting to her feet with a large part of her unkempt hair lying over her right eye. She looks around the arena with impatient, untamed eyes. You can see her mouth the words, "where's my FUCKING belt?" She soon gets handed her half of the Chick Combo Championships, grinning as soon as it touches her hands-

Madden: Here are YOOOOURRRR WIIIIINNEEEERRRS..AAAAAND THHHHHEEEEE..NEEEEEEWWWWW..CHIIIIIIIIICK..COOOOOOMBOOOOOO CHAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOOONS...THHHHEEEEEEEE SWOOOOOOOOORD!

-Ditzbrose throws her arm in the air, along with her new title belt, causing it to flap around violently. Ditzbrose closes her eyes and makes a triumphant face as the referee raises her other hand. She grins as she turns around to catch Beth Drollins, who has just entered the ring. Drollins jumps at Ditzbrose, wrapping her arms and legs around Ditzbrose's body, almost knocking her over as she begins celebrating-

Discord: And there's Beth Drollins, joining her compadres in the ring to commemorate this moment! A moment that could wind up lasting forever in INFAMY in the EWF! Because with THIS victory, The Sword have achieved even MORE clout, more INFLUENCE! This will lengthen their "cause" for an even LONGER amount of time, something the rest of this company CANNOT afford!

-Drollins removes herself from Ditzbrose and begins using the nearby top rope to bounce herself up and down in the air again and again. Rosely Reigns re-emerges after getting kicked in the head, picking up Ditzbrose from behind and swinging her around in the air-

Garble: Ditzbrose may be about to PUKE if Reigns keeps that up! Guys, this isn't turning out to be the best night for the EWF right now...The System have gained an advantage, AS have The Sword. TWO organizations that could wind up throwing the EWF into complete DISARRAY!

Whooves: We're already in enough disarray as it is, and now we're going to have The Sword marching around as Chick Combo Champions, and who KNOWS what they'll be up to now! As they have said, in THEIR words, not mine…"justice never sleeps." So we know that their mission, whatever that really is, hasn't been rectified yet!

Ahuizotl: Perhaps the rectification will come to fruition if Beth Drollins is able to attain the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase later tonight. Whether her, Cadance or Trixie are victorious in that match, Monday Night Lunacy may be an even LESS safe place than it was before!

-All three members of The Sword gather around in the middle of the ring for a group hug, with Ditzbrose being the one stuck in the middle-

Discord: A warm embrace, shared by the new Chick Combo Champions...but tomorrow night, it's back to business as usual, because yes, they MAY be the Queens of the tag team division, but Lightning Dust and Fluttershy, they have an automatic rematch clause, and if The Sword can retain their titles, they've got COUNTLESS of other tag teams that are going to be on their tail, wanting to be the team to knock off The Sword, and be the first to hand them a LOSS in the EWF. It only gets tougher from here, ladies, so enjoy it while you can!

-After the hug breaks, both Reigns and Ditzbrose hand Drollins both of their titles and hoist them onto one of their shoulders each. Drollins grins as he raises both of the Chick Combo Championships into the air, one hand carrying each title-

Garble: I suppose if two of The Sword are Champions, then ALL of them are Champions. It is a combined effort, after all. And Discord, that combined effort may make The Sword the most FEARED tag team Champions in recent memory!

Ahuizotl: ABSOLUTELY. The pastures aren't fully green now that they are Champions. Tag teams will be coming at them from every direction, but if there's any group that can hold them all off...it is The Sword, the now UNDENIABLE most DOMINANT Champions...in the EWF. They've NEVER been beaten, and if they keep things up at this rate...they may NEVER be. Lightning Dust, Fluttershy...my hat goes off to both of you. You were INCREDIBLE Chick Combo Champions, and I hope you continue your ways of being a tremendous tag team, but for now...The Sword rule the roost, and they could be STUCK on that perch for a long, LONG time…

-The crowd boos foerociously as all three members of The Sword are standing in the middle of the ring: Rollins in the middle, Reigns on the right, and Ditzbrose on the left. They all three hold their fists off, which, in the case of Reigns and Ditzbrose, their fists are clenching their respective titles. The three women put their fists together in a line, all of them bellowing out a cry of, "BELIEVE IN THE SWOOOOOOORD!"

Whooves: If there isn't a soul in the EWF Universe that doesn't believe in The Sword by now, than they are lying to themselves…

-The camera fades to black with a zoomed-in shot of Reigns, Drollins and Ditzbrose's fists-

(The next four matches on the pay per view are Sublime matches, so some of these segments will be spliced in-between)

*Match 5 occurs*

-After match 5, we see Trixie walking through the halls on the way to her locker room to begin preparing for her match, the same smug smirk as always plastered across her face. As she gets to her locker room door, she reaches her hand forward to grab the handle. Before she grabs it, however, she stops herself as she hears noises that are coming from directly inside her locker room-

Trixie: What the…? Is Trixie's locker room undergoing some last minute remodeling? -she smirks, placing her index finger and thumb below her bottom lip- Perhaps that fountain Trixie requested from Ms. Luna is finally being installed. -she squees in excitement- Trixie cannot wait to see it! -she reaches for the handle, her eyes closed and a gleeful look on her face as she turns it- Trixie is sorry to interrupt, but she was just wondering how the preparations for her fountain are coming alo- -Trixie stops herself, opening her eyes, as her face turns from happy, to a mixture of shock and disgust. Like this: img11dotdeviantartdotnet/2948/i/2013/167/f/6/rainbow_dash_shocked_by_centurion1337-d69bt2kdotpng The camera does not show what she sees, and instead keeps the focus on her face. What Trixie can hear, however, is a mixture of moans and shouts of, "YES" from three individuals: Sunset...Cadance...and Shining Armor...-

Cadance: -breathing heavily- MMMMMM…..YES, SUNSET! SHOVE THAT PIPE INTO MY DRAIN, YOU NAUGHTY FUCKING PLUMBER! CLOG ME UP!

Shining: Oh that's SO hot…-panting- this is EXACTLY what I needed after coming up short in the ladder match…

Sunset: Heh...at least you'll never be coming up "short" in the manhood department~ You think you can survive an exploration of ONE more Carnival tonight, Shining? I'm of course talking about my own~

Shining: Ho yeah! Though I didn't get the job done earlier, I will DEFINITELY conquer YOUR Carnival, Sunse-

Trixie: IN TRIXIE'S OWN LOCKER ROOM?! SERIOUSLY?!

Cadance: -surprised to see Trixie standing there- Oh! Hey, Trixie! How long have you been at the door?

Shining: Yeah...do you need something? Do YOU wanna be the one to shove the pipe inside Cadance?

Trixie: -looking FURIOUS- NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! Why, OF ALL PLACES...WHY TRIXIE'S PRIVATE LOCKER ROOM?!

Sunset: Hey, we're all friends here, Trixie. Shining, Cadance and I share OUR locker rooms all the time! We figured you wouldn't mind. If you're not in the mood for some pre-match procreation, you can take your things and go warm up in one of OUR locker rooms.

Trixie: -now looking away from what is transpiring in her room, her eyes closed completely shut- NO THANK YOU! Trixie will come back for her things later!

Cadance: Okay, suit yourself! -as Trixie shuts her door- YEAH! JAM IT IN THERE, SUNSET! YEEEAAH!

-As Trixie sighs heavily, about to walk away from her locker room before she is confronted by Rarity-

Rarity: -looking at Trixie's locker room, and listening to the sounds coming from it with disgust. She then looks at Trixie, shrugging and shaking her head- I think you know what needs to be done...see you out there, dahling. -she walks off, leaving Trixie to contemplate her next move as she looks conflicted as her gaze moves from Rarity walking down the hall, back to her locker room door-

*Match 6 occurs*

Silver Shill: Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently in the locker room of THIS woman...the Crater Chick Champion, Diamond Tiara. Hello, Diamond.

Diamond: -she grins at Silver- Hey there, Silver.

Silver: Diamond...it must be a very tough pill to swallow, knowing that you won't be able to defend your Crater Chick Championship tonight at High Stakes against your former best friend, Silver Spoon.

Diamond: -she sighs sadly- It's a tough pill, indeed, but one I have to force down, and learn to like the taste of. I've heard that's the kind of thing that happens a lot in this business. For every proud moment you have, like winning the Crater Chick Championship..-she looks at the title she holds around her shoulder- there is always a distressing moment that is yet to come, like what happened on Monday…you have to get used to being disappointed, because it's going to happen a lot.

Silver: And what you're referring to is the injury you suffered during your Championship match with Diane Ditzbrose. -she nods- How have you been coping with this sudden injury, and is there a timetable for your return?

Diamond: Well, I suffered a dislocated shoulder, which, if you know anything about the human anatomy, you'll know that dislocated shoulders happen often, especially in a sport like this. The good thing is, though, they are easy to deal with. REALLY easy to deal with. They're kind of like the papercut of arm injuries; sure, they hurt, but they aren't going to kill you or anything. Some people are actually able to pop their shoulder back into its socket, and that's ALL they have to do to treat a dislocated shoulder. I, uhhh...I never really learned to do that, so I've had to have it treated the natural way, with a physician and whatnot. But there's no need to worry, because people usually recover from this type of injury quickly, so I'm happy to say that I'm scheduled to return in-

Drollins: Blah blah blah blah BLAAAAHHHH…-Diamond's eyes narrow as Drollins, Ditzbrose and Reigns all walk into their locker room, Reigns and Ditzbrose now wearing their titles around their waists- Enough with the anatomy lesson, Diamond, and there's no need to fill people in on when you'll be returning...because by the time you do...heh...you'll have already been IRRELEVANT.

Diamond: -she looks amused by these accusations- ...Is that so? -Drollins nods with a smirk- What makes you think you three can waltz right into MY locker room?

Ditzbrose: That's YOUR fault for leaving the damn door OPEN!

Reigns: Besides...we're the Chick Combo Champions. We can go anywhere we want.

Diamond: I see winning those belts haven't changed your attitude at all…

Ditzbrose: What's wroooong, Diamond? Do we remind you of the good old days, when you and The Mean Girls did whatever the hell you wanted? The only difference between you three...and US...is that we are better than you could EVER be!

Drollins: Hehhehheeeeeh! -she looks at Silver- What are you doing wasting your time talking to this afterthought, anyway? You should be talking to the NEW Chick Combo Champions! -Ditzbrose pats the belt around her waist- ...and the future Eternal Women's CHAMPION. -she points at herself-

Ditzbrose: That's right! See, this is The Sword's night! The EWF is finally getting cleansed of all of the injustice that's been staining its foundation for MONTHS. There ain't gonna be no more injustice in the tag team division now that WE'RE the Champions, and pretty soon...Beth's gonna put an end to the injustice CIRCLING the main event scene.

Diamond: It's funny you say that, because the only injustice that I've noticed around here in the past few hours, is that you deceivers are in possession of the Chick Combo Championships.

Ditzbrose: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Have you not SEEN what we've accomplished in the EWF?! We've EARNED these Championships! We deserve them more than ANY other team! You're gonna STAND there, and TO OUR FACES, say that we shouldn't be holding these titles? The only INJUSTICE about it, is the fact that it took us so long to win these belts!

Drollins: To the untrained eye, such as yours, Diamond...injustice is a rare breed. But to The Sword...we see it festering at every corner. We can see it SEEPING into every crack in the floor of this arena! It's OUR job to play cleanup, and SCRUB the EWF of its injustice!

Reigns: You think you deserve your Championship, little girl? If you want to see real injustice, take a look in the mirror next time.

Ditzbrose: -she nods violently- The fact that you can still call that title yours is an INJUSTICE all by itself! You had to have HELP from outsiders during your match with Reigns, and our match got called off early because your weak-ass body couldn't handle the STRAIN I was putting it through!

Drollins: Face it, Diamond...you're not Championship material. You're not strong enough to manage such a strenuous responsibility. And all of these "Open Challenges" you keep putting on every week? They're only putting you through more and more stress that you are incapable of handling. I mean, look at your shoulder...sure, it's just a minor dislocation, but it's a sign that your body can't keep up with your workrate. Your body can only take so much, Diamond, because you're too weak to keep up with this gallant cover-up you're putting on. If you keep this up, sooner or later...your body will break down, and you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.

Diamond: You don't worry about little old me. I'll be fine. You should worry about YOURSELF, because you're gonna be competing in a LADDER MATCH, and who knows? YOU could get hurt...BAD. VERY bad, and a nice big piece of The Sword's armor will be chipped away without you.

Drollins: I trust in my abilities, and, if the worse does come to pass, then I trust the abilities of my comrades, Diane and Rosely. You know...you should consider it a BLESSING that you're injured right now. And if I were you, I would hope to be absent for a LONG time. Because the moment you come back, and if you still insist on holding these Open Challenges, like a big shot, who is to say that one of the members of The Sword won't accept your little challenge, and banish the injustice of YOU as Crater Chick Champion? -she grins arrogantly-

Ditzbrose: -chuckling- That sounds like a damn good idea. We have unfinished business, you and I…-she glares at Diamond- and I'm sure Reigns feels the same way, too. -Reigns responds by cracking her knuckles, a serious expression on her face as usual- But we won't just take away your title…-she shakes her head- we'll put you BACK on the shelf.

Reigns: Only this time...it'll be for GOOD.

Diamond: Like I've been saying since I became Champion. I will fight ANYONE...and EVERYONE. If you feel like taking me up on my Invitational, I will have NO problem accepting. Hell, I'll fight all three of you AT ONCE if I have to! Anything to further the legacy of the Crater Chick Championship.

Drollins: -she steps up to Diamond, getting a long look at her Championship- If you have the guts to do just that, not only would it be INSANELY idiotic, but by the end of that match...YOUR legacy would simply be known as being yet another stepping stone on The Sword's path ULTIMATE GREATNESS.

Diamond: -she chuckles with her own smirk on her face- If you ever feel like validating that declaration...me...AND my Championship…-she holds her Championship high in the air, looking at all three members of The Sword- will be WAITING.

-Without another word, Reigns, Drollins and Ditzbrose exit Diamond's locker room, never taking their eyes off of her OR her Championship. Diamond watches them leave with a glare on her face. She turns to Silver with a frown, though-

Diamond: Sorry this interview didn't turn out the way you wanted, Silver. But just know that I...will be back VERY soon.

Silver: It's quite alright, Diamond, and best of luck to you in your recovery period. -Diamond nods with a smile as Silver Shill walks away-

*Matches 7 and 8 occur*

Silver Shill: Hello, everyone. I am standing in the locker room of a woman who is moments away from the biggest battle of her career, where she will challenge Sunset Shimmer, for the Eternal Women's Championship. Please welcome...Scootaloo.

Scootaloo: -sitting down on a bench, as Silver Shill sits down next to her with a smile- Hey there, Silver. You're right. I've have some HUGE fights already since joining the EWF, but this will be my biggest to date.

Silver: And that comes as no surprise, since the Championship is on the line, and all month, you have taken an...interesting approach when it comes to the task of facing Sunset, to say the least. -Scootaloo nods- This past Monday, I asked you about the attack you unleashed on Sunset after her match, but after that interview, later in the night, you interrupted Sunset's OWN interview time, and took it upon yourself to BLOODY her up with a microphone. What caused you to act so violently?

Scootaloo: I'm pretty sure Sunset has crashed people's interviews and beaten the hell out of them because of a few cross words they said that she didn't take kindly to. So I'm entitled to do the same. After all, Sunset isn't the only person capable of reacting so...viciously. What Sunset REALLY said that set me off, was that me and her were JUST alike...that I had become what I've been fighting my ENTIRE life...a bully. -she looks down at the floor as she chuckles- Don't you see how ridiculous that sounds? I will never...NEVER! Be like Sunset Shimmer. If I were to ever be like her...then my own life...has BETRAYED me. I am ONE woman...and one woman ONLY...and that is mysel- -Scootaloo is suddenly censored as both Cheerilee and Nurse Redheart attack her from her right side, sending Silver Shill skedaddling at once and knocking her off of her bench to where she smacks butt-first into the floor. Cheerilee then DIVES over the bench, landing on Scootaloo with an elbow to the forehead which sends her down to the floor completely. Redheart walks around the bench and begins putting the boots to her stomach. Cheerilee then removes herself from Scootaloo and grabs her by the hair before BASHING her head into the top of her bench. Starlight Glimmer emerges in front of the camera, a sinister grin etched across her face. She gestures towards her Acolytes to hold Scootaloo up, which they do, both Redheart and Cheerilee hooking their arms around each of hers-

Starlight: If you were EQUAL, then you wouldn't have to worry about being COMPARED to someone whom you DESPIIIIISE! EVERYONE would be the same! No comparisons could be drawn! -Starlight sits down on the bench, and Redheart and Cheerilee let Scootaloo go, allowing Starlight to cradle Scootaloo's head- Everything would be so peaceful, so serene...nobody would have any IDOLS, like the one YOU pattern your life after, Scootaloo…-she suddenly gains a look of scorn- Rainbow DASH! You would be on the SAME level as her, instead of constantly having to impress her, or fuel her ever-growing ego with your flattery. -she holds onto Scootaloo's head as she gets up off of the bench, and moves over to Scootaloo's locker. Cheerilee opens the locker door for her, and Starlight holds Scootaloo's arm over the opening. Redheart does the honors of KICKING the locker door RIGHT INTO the shoulder of Scootaloo! Starlight lets Scootaloo drop to the floor in intense agony, as she kneels down before her, frowning- Look at what your PRECIOUS, BELOVED Rainbow Dash has forced me to do...and in a way, your ADMIRATION of her has brought me to this point. If we were all equal, you would've never had your arm all busted up, because no one would ever THINK of doing such a thing, because everyone would be so happy. But because you decided to stay strong, and get back up and fight through the pain...ALL things RAINBOW DASH would do, in hopes of impressing her further...now you've been hurt FURTHER. Rainbow Dash is a false idol, and if I have to PRY your eyes open to get you to see that...I will. No matter if you want to believe it or not...you'll get your proof tonight...when I ABOLISH her. And then you'll see the true BEAUTY of being EQUAL, and you'll join us in our DELIGHTFUL little village. And you can help us drag that ex-idol of yours down there, where she can begin her her PROPER indoctrination, and become a proper spokesperson for Equality EVERYWHERE. -Starlight gets to her feet, as she camera zooms in on the broken body of Scootaloo. The pairs of boots that belong to Starlight, Cheerilee and Nurse Redheart walk away, leaving Scootaloo on the floor in pure agony-

Ahuizotl: Oh...OH MY GOD! St-..Starlight and the...and the Acolytes of Equality have...they've just PULVERIZED Scootaloo!

Whooves: SOMEBODY GET BACK THERE AND HELP SCOOTALOO! SHE HAS A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH COMING UP LATER ON! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE STARLIGHT AND HER ACOLYTES TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH?!

Discord: Well, it's...it's well-documented of the history that Scootaloo and Starlight's opponent, Rainbow Dash have...could it be that Starlight is trying to send one message to Rainbow Dash through an assault on Scootaloo?

Ahuizotl: I don't give a damn WHAT she is trying to accomplish! That's the QUEEN OF THE SCENE! A LUNACY STAR! CHEERILEE, REDHEARTS AND STARLIGHT ARE MEDDLING IN THE WRONG AFFAIRS, I WILL TELL YOU THAT RIGHT NOW!

Garble: Things are getting VERY hectic tonight, and we all hope that Scootaloo will be able to compete for the Eternal Women's Championship...but right now, speaking of that very Championship, we need to find out just WHO is going to earn a shot at it whenever they want, for the next year.

Whooves: That's right, ladies and gentlemen. It's time to distribute our final Championship contract of the night, in what will be known as Hope Springs Eternal, in the last ladder match of the evening, which could turn out to be the most brutal and insane...OF ALL.

Madden: -standing in the middle of the ring, with the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase hanging high above his head- The following conteeest, is the HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEE..SPRIIIIIIIIIIINGS EEEEETEEEERRRRRNAAAAAAL! -the crowd is pumped up to witness even MORE mayhem as they applaud and cheer loudly. The camera zooms in on the briefcase before the first participant's music hits, which would be "Axeman" by Jim Johnston-

Discord: -the cheers are already FILLING the arena- And here comes the young lady whom I think is going to WIN the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase!

Madden: Introducing first...froooom CLOOOOOUDSDAAAAAALE! Weighing in at 140 POOOOOOUNDS...MMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT STRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIKEEEE!

Ahuizotl: Okay, I'll bite. Why do you think Midnight Strike will be victorious in this match?

Discord: Midnight Strike is a woman who has the advantage in the air, and I feel she is the woman with the most to gain from winning Hope Springs Eternal. We are talking about a woman who was mere SECONDS away from winning the Crater Chick Championship, mere SECONDS away from pinning Sunset Shimmer. She has all the ability in the world to make herself a household name...she just needs the platform to do it, and a 20 foot high steel ladder would be the highest platform she has ever been on.

Whooves: She is certainly the woman with the LEAST big-match experience taking part in this contest, but she could prove that none of that matters. All that matters is that you are a great athlete, and that's exactly what Midnight Strike is.

-Midnight walks down the ramp, lightly smiling as she high fives multiple fans-

Garble: I'm a little upset that Honeycomb won't be joining her pal Middy out here, but maybe Midnight can hug her opponents into submission!

Ahuizotl: I uhh...DON'T think Midnight will be doing any of that. I have a feeling she prefers giving out knuckle sandwiches rather than hugs.

-Midnight stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking at one of the steel ladders. She grabs onto the side of it and begins patting on its runs-

Discord: She may as well start getting acquainted with those ladders now. It's not like they're going to be her friends if she gets friendly with THEM, but it always helps to familiarize yourself with your surroundings.

-"Sky's the Limit" by CFO% brings forth a mixture of cheers and boos into the Asylum-

Madden: Aaaaand HER OPPONENTS...FIRST! Frooooom LOOOOONVEEEYYYVIIIIIILLEEE..weighing in at 122 POOOOOUNDS..TUUUUUUUUUURF!

Discord: This young lady is one of my absolute favorites. She calls herself "The Boss"...THE BOSS! That's just so AUDACIOUS. I love me some beautiful, strong women that KNOW just how good they are.

Whooves: And Turf is definitely good. One half of the very first Chick Combo Champions, and one of the now two Mean Girls, the second of which, Silver Spoon, will no longer be able to compete at High Stakes because of an unfortunate injury suffered by Diamond Tiara on Lunacy this past Monday.

Ahuizotl: But Turf has NO problem carrying the load of her and her bestie tonight, and bringing The Mean Girls a victory. A victory she and Silver Spoon would CERTAINLY rub in the face of Diamond Tiara.

Garble: If you ask many people, Turf would OWE Diamond Tiara for that victory, because she is the woman that made Turf who she is, bringing her to this point in her career. But if I know Turf like I think I do, she would NEVER give Diamond ANY credit for her accomplishments.

Discord: And why SHOULD she?! She's THE BOSS, and that means she is in charge of HER OWN future! Diamond Tiara didn't do a DAMN thing to get Turf into this ladder match! Turf is taking part because of her own natural ability, and if she has her way, Diamond Tiara is going to be FORCED to sit backstage and watch her former "bestie" climb up that ladder, and pull down her FUTURE, and her future will be FILLED with Championship gold!

Whooves: And Turf loves to flaunt the gold that already adorns her body. The "BOSS" necklace strapped to her neck, the jewelry on her right knuckles which reads, "LEGIT," as well as the jewelry on her left that reads, "BOSS." She REALLY wants people to recognize her nickname, doesn't she?

Ahuizotl: Mhm...a nickname which Diamond Tiara labelled her with, and one she has certainly taken to. She truly believes that she is The Boss, and that she "RUNS" Monday Night Lunacy. If she captures the Hope Springs Eternal contract, and becomes Eternal Women's Champion, than she truly WILL. But until then, to me, it's all self assurance.

-Turf hops up onto the apron, sticking one knee out while laying her other on the apron. She swings her hips to the left as she latches onto the bottom rope with her right hand while her left hand is lying on the middle rope. She then rises to her feet, grinning at the audience as she sways her hips in place. She then flashes her "LEGIT" jewelry and moves it across horizontally before stepping under the middle rope and entering the ring to quite a bit of fanfare-

Turf: -holding out her arms- WHO'S THE BADDEST? -she receives both cheers and boos, at which she raises an eyebrow at- BOOS AND CHEERS AREN'T AN ANSWER, YOU ROD-WRINGERS! -she earns even MORE boos for that statement, at which she grins at- I'M THE BADDEST, BITCHES, AND I'M THE BADDEST BITCH! GET USED TO IT! -she walks around the ring, sticking her "LEGIT" and "BOSS" jewelry in Midnight's face, at which Midnight looks ready to melt them both down-

Whooves: How very pleasant of her…

-"Starry Eyed" (Russ Chimes Remix) by Ellie Goulding rushes in many more cheers into the Asylum-

Madden: NEXT! Frooooom LOOOOONEYYYVIIIIILLEEE! Weighing in at 127 POOOOOOUNDS..RAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIITTTTTYYYYYYY!

Garble: Another woman who hasn't quite met the fullest of her potential so far, Rarity. She's come up short in a few attempts to win the Crater Chick Championship, but tonight could be a chance for Rarity to start over. A new chapter in her career could begin RIGHT NOW at High Stakes!

Whooves: She does have a victory over the Eternal Women's Champion, Sunset Shimmer, and that matters A LOT more than you would think. It shows that Rarity CAN beat the best, and winning this match tonight would give her an opportunity to win when it matters MOST...when the title is on the line.

Discord: We've seen Rarity compete in some of the greatest matches the EWF has to offer. Matches that will go down as classics years from now. Tonight could be another fantastic performance, win or loss, in the career of Ms. Rarity. A terrific seamstress, Rarity could design her own path to greatness if she can pull down the Hope Springs Eternal contract from high above the ring.

-Rarity never forgets to give a random lucky boy a kiss on the cheek as she smiles her way down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: That young man could have just received a kiss from a future Eternal Women's Champion.

Garble: Future Champion or not, he's still a lucky little bastard. Women never pay attention to me like that…

Discord: That's because you're not British, son. Whooves has got the whole "women" thing ALL figured out! Just ask him.

Whooves: -chuckling- Oh please...my wife doesn't even notice I'm back home until an hour before bedtime.

Garble: Well damn…this show just got a whole lot more depressing.

*Ya better believe, I've got tricks up my sleeve…* -nothing but cheers follow-

Trixie: Making her way to the ring NEXT...the FIRST person of any real substance, in this match! Resiiidiiiing, in MAAANHATT-

"Wait just a minute, Trixie!"

-The crowd boos UNRELENTINGLY as Cadance makes her way out onto the stage, microphone in hand, and a displeased look on her face-

Ahuizotl: What does Cadance think she's doing, interrupting Trixie's GRAND entrance?!

-Trixie stands on the stage, looking quite perplexed-

Cadance: Who authorized YOU to be given such an exceptional entrance? -the crowd boos so loudly. Cadance is becoming irked as she turns to them- QUIET! -that doesn't slow down the crowd at all as Cadance turns back to Trixie with a roll of the eyes- I don't recall Ms. Luna to allow you to introduce yourself...and if you think for ONE SECOND that you're going to be given your own pyrotechnic display, then you're WRONG, sister! You MAY be a member of The System, but you are FAR below the pecking order, compared...to ME. -she smirks- I'VE never even been accompanied to the ring with an entrance like yours, and that's just WRONG. Until TONIGHT, that is...see, what's going to happen, is that MY music is going to play, and YOU...yes, YOU, Trixie...are going to introduce ME! And once you're done, you are going to bask in MY glory! MY greatness, as your fireworks display...will now belong...to ME. -she grins- HIT MY MUSIC!

Whooves: WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS?! What gives Cadance the right to...to STRIP Trixie of her very own entrance!

Discord: It's like she said! Trixie hasn't been in The System very long, and not even CADANCE, as terrific a competitor that she is...not even SHE has ever been brought to the ring with amazing fireworks, nor has she ever had a special introduction!

Whooves: OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! TRIXIE'S A FORMER, THE FIRST WORLD FIGHTER'S CHAMPION. She has EARNED her very own entra-

*Seems like you're waiting for nothing…* -the Asylum is JAM-PACKED as Cadance stands atop the stage, awaiting her name to be called-

Discord: SHH! That's enough, Whooves!

Cadance: Come OOOON, Trixie! Let's hear it!

Trixie: -groaning loudly, but luckily not loud enough that Cadance can hear it over her music. She puts on her best enthusiastic voice- Ladies and gentlemen...introducing the NEXT competitor! Resiiiidiiing IIIIIN CRYYYYYSTAAAAALVIIIIIILLEEEEE! Weighing in at 128 POOOOOUNDS...Trixie's personal FAVORITE member of The System, and soon-to-be the very FIRST holder of the Hope Springs Eternal briefcaaase...CAAAAAADAAAAAAANCEEEEE!

Cadance: -clapping wildly with a huge grin on her face as she looks at Trixie. The audience is doing the EXACT opposite- YAAAAAAAY! -she gestures towards Trixie- She did GREAT! She did SO GOOD! -she approaches Trixie, wrapping her arms around her- I love you! You really are the best, Trixie! -she gasps- You even knew my WEIGHT! That's so COOL!

Garble: Trixie is not into this embrace AT ALL…

-Cadance disperses the hug, grinning some more-

Cadance: Now...let's go win me that contract!

-Trixie puts on her best fake smile as she walks down the ramp, allowing Cadance to stand at the middle of it and outstretch her arms as TRIXIE'S pyro fires off behind her-

Whooves: This is simply NAUSEATING…

Ahuizotl: What else would you expect from a vile woman like Cadance? She's like a spotlight-whore, as well as a whore in general.

Discord: WHOA, WHOA! That one may get you in trouble, pal.

Ahuizotl: I call it like I see it. Cadance is simply JEALOUS of the past-success that Trixie had on Sublime. What is this crap about having to "earn your spot"? Trixie already DID that on SUBLIME! There's NO REASON for her to have to do it on Lunacy, too! She defeated Berry Punch, someone Cadance has NEVER beaten, and she's already been the top Champion, something Cadance ALSO hasn't been!

Garble: At least not yet. But if Trixie does so happen to stick to the plan, and help Cadance retrieve that briefcase, Cadance will most surely be the Eternal Women's Champion in the very near future. I want her to lose in the WORST way, but that is Trixie's decision, not ours.

Whooves: I understand Trixie is in a tough spot, but COME ON! The System, ESPECIALLY Cadance, have been treating Trixie like's she's WORTHLESS. Making the first World Fighter's Champion CARRY THE OTHER MEMBER'S BAGS?! That's the most LUDICROUS thing I've ever HEARD! CARRY YOUR OWN DAMN BAGS! This whole thing is just SICKENING…

Discord: You can't deny, though, that making the move to Lunacy was a GREAT decision by Trixie. She was floundering on Sublime. She needed a change of pace, and what happened once she made the jump to Lunacy? BAM! She beats Berry Punch. BAM! She's a member of the most influential group in the EWF. BAM! I...I just like saying BAM a lot...

Ahuizotl: You can see it in Trixie's eyes...she's trying to play it cool, but she knows how ridiculous all of this is. MAKING LOVE in her own LOCKER ROOM?! Come on...it's almost like they're TESTING her, trying to see how much she can take! I think she's about to hit a boiling point, and if that happens, The System have a BIIIIIG problem on their hands!

-The sound of glass breaking brings nearly ALL of the fans in attendance TO THEIR FEET, followed by the opening to "Hell Frozen Over" (V2) by Jim Johnston-

Madden: NEXT! Froooooom LOOOOOONEEEEYYYVIIIIIILLEEE! Weighing in at 135 POOOOOOUNDS…"MAAAAARBLE COOOOOOLD"...BEEEEERRRRRRYYYYYYY..PUUUUUUUUUNCH!

Ahuizotl: Here. She. Comes! The TOUGHEST, Daughter of a Bastard in the Equestrian Wrestling Federation! The Loneyville Lancehead, "Marble Cold" Berry Punch!

Whooves: If there is ONE woman who will be RIGHT at home in this no disqualification, no holds barred-type scenario, it'll be Berry Punch. All she's ever wanted to do was fight, drink alcohol, and fight some more, and now, she's getting to paid to do ALL THREE! And tonight at High Stakes, she'll be fighting on the big stage.

Garble: And if she wins, she'll be chugging some cold ones on the big stage, too! She came up JUST short in her quest to become the Eternal Women's Champion last month, and she wants another shot at the gold. Whether it be against Sunset Shimmer or WHOEVER, it doesn't matter to Berry Punch. She will kick their ASS, and take what she feels is rightfully hers: The Eternal Women's Championship!

Discord: Well there's going to be eight other women who are going to try to beat her to that contract. A lot of skulls for Berry Punch to crack in this match. A lot of sandcastles to stomp, and that's JUST the way "Marble Cold" likes it. High octane, all bets are off, balls to the wall action! If you're betting on the toughest woman to win this match, you JUST may want to go with Berry Punch. She's your girl, and she's MY girl, too!

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD…* -the bass line to "Special Op" by Jim Johnston then drops, allowing many cheers to enter the Asylum-

Ahuizotl: And if you're betting on the one with the most ATHLETICISM to thrive in this contest, THIS would be your woman!

Madden: NEXT! Coming down the aisleeee...represeeentiiiing THHHHEEE SWOOOORD..froooom DAAAAVENPOOOORT, IIIIIIOOOOWAAAAA! Weighing in at 120 POOOOOUNDS..BEEEEEEEETH..DRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOLLIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!

-Beth Drollins begins to make her way down through the sea of EWF fans, paying none of them any mind as they pat her on the back and shoulder-

Garble: Beth Drollins has her sights set on ONE thing only right now: The Hope Springs Eternal briefcase, which, as Ahuizotl mentioned, she could EASILY use her INCREDIBLE athleticism to grab it any point, from ANY angle!

Whooves: Drollins has cat-like reflexes, and can strike you from just about ANYWHERE with two of her key-moves: The Curb Stomp, and that Diving high knee, which she has dubbed "The Blackout." This woman is an ultra-dangerously competitor in every sense of the word.

Discord: And you could consider her even MORE dangerous when you realize that her partners, Diane Ditzbrose and Rosely Reigns could show up at ANY point and give their teammate a little extra help. This could be the greatest night of The Sword's career. They won the Chick Combo Championships earlier on in the show, and now in this match, Beth Drollins could capture the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase, and bring The Sword one step closer to becoming the ULTIMATE force in the EWF.

-Drollins somersaults over the barricade, pointing up at the briefcase once she gets to her feet. She then jumps onto the ring apron before doing another somersault to enter the ring. She lands in the middle of the ring, and looks around at all of her opponents with a determined look on her face as she gets to her feet-

-The sound of creepy piano keys sends Drollins, all of her opponents, and all of the fans' attention towards the stage-

-On the titantron, Amay Wythyst lights her lantern, holding it away from her face-

Amay: We're here…-she blows out the lantern to an INSANE amount of fanfare, and immediately, "Live in Fear" by Mark Crozer blares throughout the arena as Amay Wythyst walks out onto the stage, by herself, holding her lantern in her hand-

Discord: I have...I have NEVER experienced a feeling like this in my life…

Ahuizotl: It truly is amazing...to see all of those fireflies, as Amay Wythyst calls them, lead her down to the ring. The lantern is usually meant to signify Amay leading her most well-known followers, Lucy Harper and Ericka Rowan, down to the ring with her, but tonight, they will not be joining her at ringside.

Garble: At least, not before the bell rings. After that, who KNOWS what will happen? This match is already sure to be complete pandemonium, but with the entire Wythyst Family out here, I can't even BEGIN to imagine what it will be like!

Whooves: She is the most eerie, elusive, diabolical and perplexing individual in this match, if not in the ENTIRE EWF. I feel as though we know so much about her, but yet, we know hardly anything at all...one name has left her lips over the past few weeks, and that is Avery...Brother Avery, to be exact.

Garble: Dude, I have NO clue of what to make of that. Is he a blood brother? Is he Amay's father? Did he ever exist at all? We all have so many questions, but Amay has no intention to give us any answers, at least not for the time being. But I can only imagine that Amay's only goal in life is to make Brother Avery...proud of her. I can only assume that winning this match would do just that.

Ahuizotl: Amay has shown no desire for Championships yet in her EWF career, but I'm positive that she would love to add the Eternal Women's Championship to her ever-growing resume of broken bodies, and give herself and her family even MORE power which they can use to feed whatever odd….urges they may have.

-Amay sits down in her rocking chair and rocks for a little bit. She finally blows out the lantern while leaning forward, which raises all of the lights. The crowd is cheering INSANELY as Amay gets to her feet, laughing uncontrollably as she removes her fedora and shakes all of her hair to the back of her head-

Discord: Her expression will change SO quickly. One moment, she'll be laughing maniacally, but the next, she'll be completely ENRAGED. Those are the kind of people that you don't normally want to mess with, but eight other women in this match will HAVE to if they want to earn a shot at immortality.

-The arena almost goes dark again, save for the dim red lights cast around the arena as the sound of a heartbeat, along with a guitar riff plays. Each time the heartbeat sound is heard, the red lights flicker and flash. The camera moves to the side of the stage, where Finnette Balor is shown to be crawling across, which the crowd pops huge for. The heartbeat begins to sound off quicker and quicker as Finnette hides in the smoke that has now begun to pile out of the stage. Finnette begins to rise to her feet slowly, also slowly stretching her arms up into the air as the growl of a demon is heard. From there, "Catch Your Breath" by CFO$ is heard throughout the arena as the smoke clears, and the form of Finnette Balor is completely visible-

Ahuizotl: THE DEMON...HAS RISEN AGAIN!

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENT! Weighing in at 134 POOOOOOUNDS...FIIIIIIINNEEEEEETTEEEEE..BAAAAAAAAAALOOOOOOORRRRR!

-Finnette shakes her head from side to side before dropping her arms back down to her sides. She then slowly crouches down, shaking her head from side to side again before she begins inching her way down the ramp. As she gets down the halfway point, she sits on her knees before rising to her feet, and, as the orchestral part of the entrance music hits, she brings her arms up into the air, the fans mimicking her pose as white lights fill the arena. The red lights then return as Finnette brings her arms down, but the same motion occurs as Finnette tiptoes down the ramp a few inches. Finnette then drops back into the crawling position, lunging forward at the camera with gritted teeth. She then gets on one knee as she is now at the bottom of the ramp, looking around from side to side. As she makes her way over to the barricade, she looks back at the camera before quickly hopping over to the barricade to the right of the stage. Finnette has her hands on top of the barricade as she stays in the crouching position, gazing up as all of her fans pat her on the arms and shoulders. Finnette pivots her head in a circular motion as she then begins to crawl UP the steel steps, looking out at her fans as she makes her way onto the apron. Red smoke begins to rise up out of the corner just in time for Finnette to climb atop it. Finnette's body is nearly encompassed in smoke as she raises her arms to the air, white lights filling the Asylum again before dropping down, but not for long as Finnette repeats the movement. Finnette then grabs onto the top rope with both hands and uses it to take herself off of the top rope and bring her into the ring. As her feet hit, she immediately pokes her upper body through the middle rope and looks around at her fans around the stage. She then begins to shimmy around the ring, holding onto the top rope with one of her hands before letting go and crawling to the middle of the ring. As Finnette is bending over, she begins to shake her head again and again with her arms moved away from her sides. She then begins to shake her arms before crouching again, afterwards rising back to her feet and looking directly at the camera with wide eyes. The red lights soon raise, and we return to our normal lightning as the crowd cheers very loudly, already chanting, "THAT WAS AWE-SOME!" Finnette looks up to the air at the briefcase she is standing right under. She begins looking around the ring at her eight opponents, eyeing each of them specifically.

Whooves: Twist says this...lurid display helps her channel her energy. It helps her focus. But it looks as though none of her opponents are intimidated by the arrival...of The Demon, nor will her elaborate entrance throw them off of their game.

Garble: Well, at least that's what their faces say. Inside, their mind could be telling a COMPLETELY different story. Because right out of the gate, Twist, or should I say Finnette, is controlling the tempo...she's taking her time getting to the ring. She's making the anxiety of her opponents BUILD as she makes her way to the ring.

Discord: MAN that is freaking cool! This is only the second time we have seen The Demon live and in-person the first time was at Uprising, where Finnette Balor lost to Amay Wythyst, but even so, on that night, Finnette Balor and Twist, became one of the most POPULAR superstars in the EWF. Tonight, can Finnette Balor avenge that loss a few months ago by winning the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase?

Ahuizotl: Imagine THE DEMON as Eternal Women's Champion. That is an exciting thought if you ask me! Twist has changed so much since the early days of her career. She has evolved into a MEGASTAR on Monday Night Lunacy. Listen to these fans! They are STILL chanting, "that was awesome," and it IS! This entire Demon persona has been one of my FAVORITE things to watch unfold, and tonight at High Stakes, I cannot WAIT to see what Finnette Balor has in store for Hope Springs Eternal!

-Finnette takes her place in her own corner, removing herself from the middle of the ring-

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-All of the competitors have taken a special position in the ring-

Crowd: -begin chanting- LET'S GO MID-NIGHT- -the same members of the crowd then chant- RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BA-LOR-LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-BER-RY PUNCH! LET'S GO WY-THYST-RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BA-LOR-BER-RY PUNCH!

Garble: Oh lord, here we go again...and I think we ALL know who is going to get left out…

Cadance: -walking to the middle of the ring and outstretching her arms, inviting the crowd to cheer her- MY TURN! -the crowd immediately begins booing- I AM GOING TO BE THE NEXT ETERNAL WOMEN'S CHAMPION, SO YOU'D BETTER GET USED TO LOVING ME ALREADY! -nothing but boos follow-

Discord: Yup...I respect this crowd. They stick to their principles. They know what's up.

Crowd: -they begin chanting in a sing-song tone- CA-DANCE FU-CKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUCKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUU-UU-UUCKING SUCKS! CA-DANCE FU-CKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUCKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUU-UU-UUCKING SUCKS! CA-DANCE FU-CKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUCKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUU-UU-UUCKING SUCKS! CA-DANCE FU-CKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUCKING SUCKS, CADANCE FUU-UU-UUCKING SUCKS!

Ahuizotl: This crowd has been WONDERFUL ALL night! They've even created a tune to describe their hatred towards Cadance!

Discord: This is SO awesome...the matches are one thing, but it's an ENTIRELY other experience to listen to the crowd!

Cadance: YEAH, SO WHAT IF I SUCK? YOU ALL WISH I WOULD SUCK YOU OFF, BUT YOU DON'T DESERVE TO FEEL MY MOUTH ON YOUR TINY LITTLE CO- -Cadance is interrupted as Berry Punch hits her with a forearm in the back of the head, which the crowd pops HUGE for!-

Whooves: And that shuts her up for good! She usually can't keep that mouth of hers closed…

Garble: DAMN. That's savage, Doc.

Crowd: THANK YOU, BER-RY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, BER-RY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, BER-RY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, BER-RY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-After that, Berry Punch is blindsided by Trixie, and the rest of the competitors find someone to go after as the bell rings-

Ahuizotl: AND HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL...IS NOW UNDERWAY!

Match 9: Hope Springs Eternal - Berry Punch vs Midnight Strike vs Rarity vs Trixie vs Cadance vs Beth Drollins vs Amay Wythyst vs Turf vs Finnette Balor

-Once the bell rings, Cadance slips out of the ring and grabs a ladder as many of the other participants are already spilling out of the ring, with others following them to initiate a brawl-

Whooves: And Cadance is the first to fetch a ladder, but that is the ONLY easy part. Let's see her try CLIMBING it and see how far she gets.

Ahuizotl: That would be a HUGE mistake THIS early in a match like this, where you have eight other women watching in all directions.

-Cadance slides that ladder into the ring, telling Trixie to, "guard it!" Trixie does so, standing next to the ladder as Cadance grabs another one from under the ring, also chucking it under the bottom rope-

Garble: Two ladders? I don't know how that's going to work…

-Cadance slides into the ring herself, and approaches Trixie-

Cadance: Okay...I've got a ladder for each of us, so why don't we end this thing early? You and me, with these ladders, are going to SMASH all of the competition! Sound good?

Trixie: Uhh...sure. Trixie has no gripes with that plan. -she picks up her ladder with a smirk. Cadance nods with an evil grin as she does the same-

Ahuizotl: And the two members of The System are going to work together to eliminate all of their opposition!

Discord: It's the only plan that makes sense for them to do. If Cadance wants to win that briefcase, she'll need to cooperate with Trixie.

-The only two other women in the ring besides them are Midnight and Finnette, who are embroiled in a brawl right now close to the middle of the ring. Trixie stands behind Midnight, and Cadance behind Finnette. Cadance gives Trixie a signal, at which point they both rush towards their target, ladders in their hands horizontally. Finnette is able to miraculously duck Cadance's ambush attempt, leading Midnight to be smashed by both Trixie AND Cadance's ladders!-

Whooves: -as Midnight falls to the mat in a heap- OH! Midnight and Finnette seemed to be sitting ducks, but Finnette somehow felt Cadance's presence, and allowed Midnight to be SANDWICHED in between those two ladders!

Cadance: -frustrated- DAMMIT! -she looks towards Finnette- Let's merge, Trixie! -Trixie moves next to Cadance's side, lining up her ladder with Cadance's to form (at least visually) one big ladder-

Discord: How is Finnette Balor going to escape from THIS predicament?!

-Cadance and Trixie rush towards Finnette at once, holding their ladders out. Finnette is able to make an INCREDIBLE leap over both of the ladders-

Ahuizotl: MARVELOUS! Cadance and Trixie were aiming for Finnette's ribs, but the demon of Twist was able to spectacularly VAULT herself over BOTH of them!

Garble: What a HELL of a vertical leap that girl...err...demon, has!

-As Cadance and Trixie turn around after missing, they raise their ladders up towards their faces, signifying that they will now target Finnette's head. Now that it is harder to see, Cadance isn't able to see Finnette bringing her boot towards her with a Pele kick!-

Whooves: PELE KICK! AND CADANCE'S LADDER GOES BOUNCING INTO THE HEAD OF CADANCE!

-Cadance drops to the mat at once, her ladder falling at her feet and hereby breaking Trixie and Cadance's mega ladder. Trixie looks down at Cadance with a stunned look now plastered across her face-

Garble: Welp, that didn't work out, either! Finnette just CAN'T seem to be eradicated!

-Trixie then drops her ladder in a huff and runs towards Finnette, trying to take her out the old fashioned way, but Finnette won't go down quietly. She kicks Trixie in the gut before bending her down with one arm, bringing her other arm out to the side and screaming-

Whooves: Finnette Balor could single handedly take out both Cadance AND Trixie!

-As Twist pivots 180 degrees, Trixie shoves her away, right into the path of Cadance, who is back on her feet and holding her ladder again. Cadance places her ladder on her shoulder, like a lumberjack carry a log. The ladder plays the part of a battering ram and the top part (where you stand) is RAMMED into the forehead of Twist, forcing her down to the mat at last-

Ahuizotl: And Cadance gives Finnette her OWN Twist of Fate, and just like that, The System have FINALLY demolished the demon!

Discord: For now, at least, but I have a STRONG feeling that she'll be back.

-Berry Punch then re-enters the ring and immediately walks up to Trixie, turning her around and, just like Finnette, unleashing a stiff kick into her gut. Once again, Trixie is able to push Berry away before she can hit the Bar Tab. Unlike Finnette, however, Berry ducks Cadance's attempt to hit her as she runs at her. Trixie quickly catches the top part of the ladder, allowing it not to strike her in the face-

Garble: Oooooh! That was close to Trixie, Berry, and then Trixie AGAIN!

-Trixie nods as Cadance with a sadistic grin as she now holds part of her ladder. She and Cadance then repositions the ladder to where it is now horizontally in both of their grip. As Berry turns around, Cadance and Trixie rush towards Berry and bash the middle of the ladder into her ribs. Berry falls to her knees with a dropped jaw-

Whooves: They got her! Berry Punch may be Marble Cold, but not even SHE can withstand the brute force of the COLD STEEL of these ladders!

-For added measure, Trixie and Cadance bring the side of the ladder down into the back of Berry, taking her COMPLETELY down to the mat-

Ahuizotl: JESUS! What crippling FORCE that ladder has as it is SLAMMED into the back of Berry Punch!

Garble: The Loneyville Lancehead may be full of venom, but that ladder is the perfect equalizer to combat her!

-Cadance and Trixie then turn around to catch Beth Drollins springboarding off the top rope from the other side of the ring and taking to the air, aiming for Cadance. Trixie and Cadance have to think fast, so they collectively CHUCK the ladder into the air, where it CRASHES into the body of Drollins and knocks her RIGHT down to the mat, the loud THUD making the fans go crazy with OHHHHHs that even deaf people could hear-

Garble: LORD ALMIGHTY! BETH DROLLINS JUST GOT ANNIHILATED WITH THAT LADDER!

Discord: They say "speed kills," and we know that Beth Drollins is the FASTEST person in this match, but in this case, NO amount of speed could've saved her from COLLIDING mid-air with that ladder!

-Turf then enters behind Trixie and Cadance and jumps onto Cadance back, trying to drive her knees down into her back. Cadance grabs onto the top rope with both hands, which prevents Turf from nailing her with the Back Stabber. Trixie quickly takes notice and picks up a nearby ladder, striking the middle of it into Turf's back, which stuns her. Trixie then strikes at her back again, which is enough to make Turf release her grip on Cadance's shoulders and fall down to the mat-

Whooves: Turf was setting up Cadance for the Sod Off Necktie, but Trixie was luckily there to aid her System stablemate!

Garble: These girls are absolutely DESTROYING the competition here!

-Cadance turns around, patting Trixie on the shoulder with a grin-

Cadance: DAMN good job, but there's still a few stragglers left that we need to take care of.

-Trixie and Cadance pick up their ladder as they spot Amay Wythyst near the stage. They run towards the ropes and LAUNCH the ladder out of the ring, but unfortunately, Amay catches it, much to the crowd's enjoyment-

Discord: That didn't turn out too well! Figures that Amay Wythyst wouldn't be THAT easy to exterminate!

-Amay grins as she holds the ladder in front of her with both hands, but her grin soon turns to a look of worriment as she catches Midnight Strike running across the barricade on her left. As she turns around, Midnight jumps off the end of the barricade and soars towards Amay, who brings the ladder up to shield her face. Midnight doesn't care, as she outstretches her arms and crashes into the ladder, which in turn bounces into Amay's face, knocking BOTH of them down to the floor in a hurry, the crowd LOVING every second of it-

Whooves: AND MIDNIGHT STRIKE TAKES OUT WYTHYST! A FEARLESS LEAP OFF OF THE BARRICADE, AND A CROSSBODY SENDS BOTH WOMEN TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR!

Discord: Just like EVERY other ladder match we've witnessed tonight, Hope Springs Eternal is ALREADY OVERFLOWING with chaos!

Ahuizotl: That was one of the tamer things we've seen tonight, but still, you can't take ANYTHING away from the FORTITUDE of Midnight Strike to try something like this! But I don't know how SMART it was, because now, that just leaves Trixie and Cadance, ALONE in the ring, with NOBODY around to stop them!

Cadance: -nodding with a "not bad" face. She turns to Trixie and chuckles- Guess we don't have to worry about that moron, Midnight now, either. Good work, Trixie! -she gives her another pat on the back, and picks up the other ladder in the ring- Now, let's finish this shebang off. There's no reason for either one of us to get hurt, and these pricks have all seen ENOUGH rampage for one night, and we don't owe them ANYTHING, let allow putting our own bodies on the line for their ENJOYMENT? -she snickers- HAHAHA! Yeah RIGHT…

Discord: It may not be a popular claim, but Cadance is right. If she can pull down that contract quickly without having to face too much turmoil, then why shouldn't she?

Ahuizotl: I agree, even though I PERSONALLY, wouldn't mind seeing all EIGHT of her opponents play hot potato with Cadance's body for a little bit, it still is a wise gameplan.

-Cadance begins climbing up the ladder on one side, as Trixie is on the other side, holding it steady-

Garble: JESUS, Cadance...do you REALLY need Trixie to hold the ladder for you? They've been tested to be as sturdy as POSSIBLE!

Discord: A little reassurance never hurt anybody.

-The crowd is booing THUNDEROUSLY the higher up Cadance climbs, but their cheers return in an instant when Rarity enters the ring from in front of the stage, with the ladder that was lying on top of Amay in her grasp. Trixie gets only a glimpse of Rarity before she throws the ladder right into her face, smashing her RIGHT in the nose and bringing her down to the mat to MANY cheers!-

Ahuizotl: AND TRIXIE'S STELLAR PERFORMANCE JUST CAME TO A DRASTIC END!

Garble: All thanks to Rarity, who is showing her face at JUST the right time!

-Rarity begins to climb up the ladder on the same side as Cadance, who tries to knock Rarity off by kicking backwards. Rarity catches Cadance's foot and BASHES it into the steel as she continues to make her way up the rungs. She is soon on the same rung as Cadance, so she spreads her legs further apart to give herself more room. She then reaches up, grabbing Cadance's head before she BASHES it into the top of the ladder-

Whooves: These two women are now PRECARIOUSLY close to either one or BOTH of them taking the first spill of the match! WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN FROM NEARLY 20 FEET IN THE AIR?!

-Cadance is stunned after her head smacks off the steel of the ladder, so Rarity is able to swoop in, turning herself around and, while behind Cadance, hooks her arms under Cadance's arms. From this position, Rarity lifts Cadance up, and then turns back to face the ladder, with the crowd's cheers gaining by the seconds-

Discord: AND RARITY, HAS CADANCE HOISTED UP IN THE AIR! I THINK WE KNOW WHAT SHE HAS IN MIND, AND GOOD GOD IT ISN'T GOING TO END WELL FOR EITHER PARTY!

-Rarity steps off the last rung from the top, as Cadance's face SMACKS into the mat with a Sequin Special! (Also known as the Gory Bomb)-

Garble: SEQUUUUUIIIIIIIN SPECIIIIIIAAAAAL! FROM NEARLY THE TOP OF THE LADDER! THIS CROWD'S ALREADY ON THEIR FEET, I'M ALREADY ALMOST OUT OF BREATH!

Whooves: I'VE ALREADY ALMOST DROPPED DEAD! ALL OF THIS ADRENALINE ISN'T GOOD FOR MY HEART!

Discord: DON'T DIE ON US, WHOOVES! YOU CAN'T MISS WHAT IS SURE TO BE AN AMAZING MATCH!

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

Ahuizotl: Let's take another look at that! -a replay is shown of Rarity's Sequin Special- Cadance, INCHES away from already putting this match to rest, but Rarity would have NONE of it, as she CLAWED her way up after Cadance, and delivered the most impactful Sequin Special that we have EVER seen! Watch Cadance's face right there…-it's shown again in slow motion- UGH! Her face bounced RIGHT off the canvas! The face she would say is worth a BILLION DOLLARS, may have just been reconstructed, thanks to Rarity!

-Rarity rolls away from Cadance, as she too took a lot of impact, having to land on her butt-

Discord: Rarity isn't looking too good herself, but hey, she SAVED this matchup for not only herself, but EVERYONE else, and that's a victory in and of itself!

-3 minutes later-

-Berry Punch stands in ring after just taking out Turf with a ladder shot. Midnight Strike gets up onto the apron from the outside, looking to do the same to Berry. As Berry turns around, the ladder still in her hands horizontally, Midnight springboards off the top rope, heading right for her. Midnight hooks both hands around Berry's head as she is in the air, promptly bringing both herself and Berry farther down. Berry's head is brought down onto the middle of the ladder, but Midnight also gets banged up, as her knees crash into the other side of the ladder on the way down into the mat!- (I think I explained that nicely, but if anyone needs a visual representation, here's a gif I took from the Wrestlemania 24 Money in the Bank ladder match, where Jericho did this same exact spot (minus the springboarding) to CM Punk. The only difference is the ladder Berry is holding is much bigger than Punk's. And I realize the camera angle isn't very good, but to my knowledge this is the only angle that exists of this spot: gyazodotcom/38aa5f3600135a0d60a0607d1e93d3a8 )

Whooves: MIDNIGHT STRIKE IS INSANE! Sure, she was able to take out Berry Punch with that Springboard Codebreaker, or as she calls it, The Dead of Night, but she may have damaged her knees in the process!

Discord: I think you're right, Whooves. Not sure what she was really thinking there...the knees are apart of the leg, and if you can't use your legs, you CANNOT climb ANY ladders, which means there is NO hope for you of winning Hope Springs Eternal!

Ahuizotl: Perhaps Midnight thinks the risk will be worth the reward in the end. I mean, that's pretty the much the entire CONCEPT of a ladder match, is it not? Do whacky things to your opponent to keep them down, even if it keeps you down in the process.

Whooves: I suppose your right, and it did look very impressive. This crowd obviously LOVES it!

Garble: You're damn right they did! The Dead of Night, except with a ladder in-between!

-3 minutes later-

-Turf picks up a ladder and places it under the top turnbuckle in the corner (so it's on the middle rope.) She then grabs the nearest person, which is Midnight and lifts her up, placing her ONTO the ladder-

Ahuizotl: And Turf usually follows this up with The Pink Slip, a Diving double knee drop. But now with a ladder being added to the mix, I think the outcome will be even WORSE!

Turf: -as she places one of her feet onto the bottom rope- BYE BYE, CUNT! -she then uses the bottom rope to springboard herself into the air. Midnight has no choice but to allow Turf's knees to CRASH into her ribs on the way down, loud OHHHs following from the crowd-

Discord: -wincing terribly- URRRRRRR! That's so VICIOUS! What HELLACIOUS knee-based offense from The Boss! One of the reasons why I love her so much!

Whooves: Usually, the impact of Turf's knees will cause the beneficiary to CRUMBLE off of the middle rope and slump down to the mat. But since she is propped up on a ladder, this same fate will not befall Midnight Strike!

Garble: I'm not convinced that having her be on top of a ladder makes the move hurt MORE. If it does, than AWESOME strategy by Turf. If it doesn't, eh...at least it looks cool.

Ahuizotl: That's another HUGE part of these matches. Experimentation. If something fails, or doesn't quite go the way you planned, you learn from it. And the more experience you have in this type of match, the better your chances are the next time you compete in one.

-2 minutes later-

-Beth Drollins sets up a ladder in another corner, looking to punish somebody with it. Midnight Strike has just now gotten herself off of the ladder that Turf placed her on before, so she chooses her, lifting her to her feet and bringing her to the other side of the ring-

Discord: Beth Drollins has something WICKED in mind. I can tell! I can see it in her eyes. Go on, Beth! Bring your devilish ideas to life! -he chuckles evilly- I would LOOOOVE to see them play out RIGHT in front of my eyes!

Whooves: You've been creepier than usual tonight, buddy. I think these ladder matches are bringing out the worst of your sadistic mentality…

Discord: On the contrary, my friend...I believe it is bringing out the BEST of me! This is my most BELOVED pay per view yet!

-Drollins hoists Midnight up onto her shoulders, facing towards the ladder into the corner. After a slight pause, Drollins runs towards the ladder, Midnight still on her shoulders in a Powerbomb position-

Garble: LOOK OUT, MIDNIGHT! THIS WILL BE DEVASTATIIIIIING! -at the last second, Midnight is able to counter the Powerbomb attempt by wrapping her legs around Drollins' head and performing a Hurricanrana on Drollins that flips her INTO the ladder, the crowd popping HUGE!-

Ahuizotl: HURRICANRANAAAA! MIDNIGHT STRIKE, WITH AN INCREDIBLE COUNTER!

Garble: I believe Beth Drollins was about to Powerbomb Midnight Strike onto that set up ladder, but Midnight Strike turned the tables at the drop of a dime!

Discord: I'm beginning to wonder if anybody can actually keep Midnight Strike down for good! Diving onto Amay Wythyst, The Dead of Night with the ladder in-between, The Pink Slip with her being placed onto another ladder, and now Beth Drollins can't even contain her agility!

-Midnight gets to her feet, a tenacious look on her face as she grits her teeth, the crowd completely behind her-

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!

Ahuizotl: She's got this entire crowd in the palm of her hand!

-Midnight drags Drollins (whose legs and lower body are propped up on the ladder after the hurricanrana) by the arm away from the ladder and over to the corner on the right, where the ladder Turf set up on the middle rope is still there. She picks Drollins up and now places HER on the ladder-

Whooves: I think Midnight may have more punishment in mind for Drollins! She's already gotten acquainted with that ladder lying on the middle rope, and she is introducing Drollins to it right now!

-Midnight exits the ring through the middle rope and walks across the apron before climbing up to the top rope, the crowd cheering for her, excited to see what she'll do next-

Garble: She's on the top rope, and she's looking down at Beth Drollins, who isn't moving on that ladder!

-Midnight takes a look out to the crowd as their cheers rise before looking back to the ring. She prepares herself before leaping off the top rope, but she can't control what happens next, as Drollins ROLLS off of the ladder, narrowly avoiding Midnight's feet as they both fall through two of the openings separating two of the rungs from each other. The crowd OHHHHHs in both astonishment, and worry over Midnight's well being as her upper body bends forward to the point where everything from just below her breasts to the top of her head is hanging over the ladder-

Ahuizotl: DROLLINS DODGED THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT! DROLLINS JUST SAVED HER OWN HIDE BY ROLLING OFF OF THAT LADDER!

Whooves: And Midnight's feet...MY GOD her feet CLASHED with two of the rungs before slipping down into the crevices, the gaps which separate the rungs! And now Midnight is dangling...she's DANGLING, her upper body is, OVER the ladder!

Garble: Does she have enough energy to PULL her feet out from those rungs and get out of dodge before she's met with more suffering?!

Ahuizotl: I don't know if she can! Her feet might be stuck in between the rungs, or maybe she's injured altogether, TOO injured to move!

Discord: That Dead of Night that she hit earlier on Berry Punch began to break down her knees, but now this missed Double Foot Stomp surely has agitated her legs! She may not be able to climb any ladders!

Whooves: She's not moving a muscle, and Drollins is back to her feet, and she's eyeing Midnight VERY careful, looking to prey on her vulnerable state!

-Drollins sizes up Midnight before rushing at her, jumping into the air when she is close enough and bring her boot DOWN onto the back of her head, the force of which dislodges her legs from the rungs. The bad news is that doesn't stop her head from being completely SMASHED into the mat by Drollins' boot!

Garble: -as the crowd OHHHHs while the rest of Midnight's body, save for her head and arms, rests on the ladder- CURB STOMP! A VINDICTIVE CURB STOMP TO MIDNIGHT STRIKE!

Discord: Welp, THAT freed her from the rungs of the ladder, but that's about the ONLY good part of that whole affair. And it still doesn't mean that her legs aren't possibly damaged, and when you add on the fact that she is now knocked UNCONSCIOUS, Midnight's chances of winning that contract have slipped into the same state as her cognizance...it's slipped into a COMATOSE.

Ahuizotl: But I KNOW that Midnight won't be in a comatose for long. She'll get back up in due time, and whether she can climb ladders or not, she'll DAMN sure still try, and even if there's ZERO hope left for her, she'll continue to FIGHT until the very end!

-3 minutes later-

-Four of the women are outside of the ring (Midnight, Finnette, Turf and Berry), brawling at the end of the ramp. Beth Drollins plans to be out there with them in a short amount of time as she makes her way back into the ring from the other side. She grabs the only ladder in the ring right now and moves it over to the corner on the right of the stage, propping it up against the ropes as she exits the ring and climbs up to the top turnbuckle from the apron-

Whooves: Beth Drollins, very innovative. She's a natural born risk-taker!

Garble: You're right there, Doc. Drollins is a PHENOMENAL athlete, but I don't know WHAT the hell she's got in mind right now!

-Drollins grabs the ladder while she is on the top rope, holding it in her hands horizontally-

Ahuizotl: …...Oh for the love of God...four other women, are in attendance...outside the ring, and Drollins… -Drollins jumps OFF the top rope, backflipping herself in mid-air AS SHE HOLDS ONTO THE LADDER! As she falls, she (mostly the ladder) crashes into the four other women and knocks them ALL down to the floor, including Drollins, who lets the ladder drop to her feet as she falls back on the legs of Finnette Balor, the crowd going absolutely INSANE- AND SHE JOINS THEM AAAAAALLLLLLL! BETH DROLLINS, WITH THE ABSOLUTE MOST BREATHTAKING MOONSAULT, THAT I HAVE SEEN IN MY GODFORSAKEN LIFE!

Discord: …...IN. CRED. IBLE! …..INCREDIBLE! ONLY SOMEONE LIKE BETH DROLLINS COULD PERFORM A MOONSAULT...A MOOOOOONSAAAAULT, WITH A LADDER IN HER GRASP!

Crowd: HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK-ING SHIT, HO-LY FUCK!

Whooves: And the crowd...switching up the usual chant there, but it doesn't MATTER what expletives they use! Their message will still be received no matter what! They are STUNNED! Not stunned SILENT, but STUNNED over the ABSURD ATHLETICISM OF BETH DROLLINS! THAT IS EYE-POPPING! NO HUMAN BEING...SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH SUCH INCONCEIVABLE FEATS! SHE TOOK FIVE CONTESTANTS DOWN! BETH DROLLINS DISPOSED OF HALF OF THE FIELD WITH THAT LADDER MOONSAULT!

Garble: And you've got to count HER as one of those five contestants! Even her-fucking-SELF...we've seen a lot of STUNNING shit tonight, guys, and I'm not saying this is the MOST amazing, but I'd say it's tied for the top spot with about, oh, I don't know...FIFTY OTHER THINGS!

Whooves: We HAVE to take another look at that, but just ONCE, because we will surely be seeing that on replays for the next MILLENNIA! -a replay is shown of Beth Drollins' death defying ladder moonsault which sent the fans into HYSTERIA- I can hardly BREATHE…

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

Ahuizotl: These fans are loving this MADNESS just as much as we are! But I have a feeling that it is FAR from being over yet!

(If anyone wants to see what this spot really looks like, because yes, it does exist, here is a gif. It's ALSO from Wrestlemania 24, with John Morrison performing the spot: gyazodotcom/25aa0a76acdd599714427f377e4338bc)

-4 minutes later-

-Amay and Turf are each on the last rung before the top on different sides of the ladder. Amay tucks her own head under Turf's near arm, reaches across Turf's chest and around her neck with her near arm, and places her other arm against Turf's back-

Discord: Oh no...The Boss may be about to be CONSUMED by The Eater of Worlds!

Whooves: Turf's disrespectful interplay may catch up with her here!

-Turf begins sending an array of vicious elbows into the side of Amay's head, which soon releases her grip-

Ahuizotl: And a flurry of brutal elbows frees Turf! But how is she going to get Amay Wythyst off of this ladder?!

Garble: I'm sure Turf will find a way! She is SCRAPPY as hell!

-Turf does have an idea in mind, and she puts it into play as she puts both of her hands on the top of the ladder and uses her hands to spring herself into the air, basically leapfrogging over Amay's head. As she is in the air, she quickly twists herself around to where she is now facing Amay and, as she drops, she places her hands on Amay's shoulders and uses her momentum to bring Amay off the ladder and cause her to fall down to the mat with her. Turf's knees push up into the back of Amay while her own back CRASHES into the mat, earning very loud OHHHHHHs from the crowd-

Whooves: YOU CRAZY WOMEN! A BACKSTABBER FROM NEAR THE TOP OF THE LADDER! PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING!

Garble: TURF ISN'T KIDDING! SHE'S ALL-BUSINESS! SHE HAD TO FIND A WAY TO BRING AMAY OFF OF THAT LADDER, AND SHE DID IT!

Whooves: Yes, but she DID THE SAME TO HERSELF, and who KNOWS what damage has been done to her back?! Why on EARTH did she think that would be a good idea?!

-It takes longer than usual, but Turf is able to fight through the pain and lock in the Sod Off Necktie on a vulnerable Amay-

Discord: AND NOW SHE WANTS TO ADD MORE DAMAGE TO AMAY! THE SOD OFF NECKTIE IS CINCHED IN!

Ahuizotl: Once again, submission DO NOT MATTER in this kind of match, but they can certainly help wear your opponent down so that they cannot climb a ladder!

-So much surprise, Amay begins CRAWLING towards the ladder with the submission hold still locked in-

Garble: And look at this! Amay Wythyst isn't going to allow Turf's submission hold to wear her out!

-Amay begins to CLIMB up the ladder while Turf still has the hold locked in-

Whooves: THIS IS AMAZING! AMAY WYTHYST IS ATTEMPTING TO CLIMB THE LADDER, EVEN THOUGH TURF ONLY APPEARS TO BE ADDING MORE AND MORE PRESSURE!

Discord: She's either going for the briefcase, or climbing up to the top to have an easier route towards eliminating Turf from the equation!

-Amay continues to climb rung after rung very slowly, as Turf yells out many expletives-

Turf: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DONE FOR, YOU SWAMPSLUT! I AIN'T LETTING GO! I AIN'T LETTING FUCKING GO! IF YOU FALL, I'M FALLING WITH YOU, BITCH!

Ahuizotl: TURF IS INSISTENT ON KEEPING THE SOD OFF NECKTIE ENCASED, BUT AMAY WYTHYST IS ONLY GETTING HIGHER UP THE LADDER!

Whooves: TURF IS HANGING ONTO AMAY'S NECK FOR DEAR LIFE! IF SHE FALLS, SHE'S GOING TO DRAG HER DOWN WITH HER!

-Amay soon makes it up to the last rung, but she appears to be fading. In a last ditch effort to rid herself of the pest known as Turf, she turns to her side a little and thrusts herself forward, forcing Turf's head to SMACK into the briefcase-

Garble: AMAY IS GETTING WOBBLY, BUT TURF JUST TOOK A HUGE BLOW!

-Amay repeats the same tactic three more times before Turf's grip finally loosens up, and she soon slides OFF of the body of Amay, her back SMASHING into the mat again with many OHHHHs following-

Discord: AND DOWN SHE GOES! TURF WAS KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS, BUT AMAY IS WOBBLY ON THE LADDER!

Ahuizotl: CAN SHE HANG ON?! ALL SHE HAS TO DO IS REACH UP, BUT IS SHE EVEN IN THE RIGHT STATE OF MIND!

Garble: If she can get rid of Turf, I'm sure she can get rid of that contract from its cable!

Crowd: LET'S GO WY-THYST! LET'S GO WY-THYST! LET'S GO WY-THYST! LET'S GO WY-THYST! LET'S GO WY-THYST! LET'S GO WY-THYST! LET'S GO WY-THYST!

-As Amay begins to bring her fingers closer towards the briefcase, Beth Drollins is springboarding off the top rope from the apron in front of the announce table. Drollins gets JUST high enough to plant her knee into the back of the head of Amay. Drollins is able to land on her feet and roll through on the mat, but Amay isn't so lucky. She soon after drops off the ladder and crashes into the mat!-

Whooves: -as the crowd OHHHHHs loudly at the spot- AMAZING! BETH DROLLINS, CATCHING UNBELIEVABLE AIR, AND KNOCKING AMAY OFF OF THE LADDER BEFORE SHE COULD CLAIM VICTORY!

Garble: THAT was one HELL of a leap by Drollins! In the CLUTCH, as they say! She may have just saved this match for herself and the rest of the competition!

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

Ahuizotl: This crowd has been ON FIRE all night because of circumstances like that! I think the most AMAZING thing about that Diving knee from Drollins is that she came out UNSCATHED. Only someone with her intuitive athleticism could land on their feet and be PERFECTLY okay after such a large drop!

-3 minutes later-

-Rarity has Berry in the Sequin Special position, about to drop her. Just before she can, however, she removes Rarity's grip on one of her arms and performs an armdrag from behind, flipping Rarity over onto the mat-

Ahuizotl: And look at Berry Punch! You won't see too many armdrags in a LADDER MATCH, of all things!

Garble: You won't see too many armdrags from BERRY PUNCH, at that! But, hey, it got her out of a sticky situation, so I applaud her for improvising.

-When Rarity gets to her feet, she is treated to a Bar Tab which sends the crowd into popping huge!-

Discord: AND THERE'S A BAR TAB FOR THE COUNTESS OF COUTURE!

-As Berry is on her knees, trying to get to her feet, Beth Drollins re-enters the ring and charges at her, jumping into the air. Berry moves out of the way as Drollins' foot crashes into the mat, before she is immediately kicked in the gut and planted with a Bar Tab of her own!-

Whooves: AND THE CURB STOMP MISSES, AND DROLLINS GETS A BAR TAB FOR HER TROUBLES!

-As Berry's back is turned, Turf attempts to nail her with a Backstabber, but, as she puts her hands on Berry's shoulders, Berry reaches behind her head and grabs onto Turf's hair, pulling her over Berry's body to where she then slams into the mat-

Discord: How sneaky by The Boss! Too bad it didn't work out for her…

-When Turf gets to her feet, she is quickly brought OFF of them with a kick to the gut and another Bar Tab-

Ahuizotl: THAT certainly worked out for Berry Punch, though! Another EXPLOSIVE Bar Tab!

-Berry is caught off guard as Finnette comes from behind her and proceeds to apply an inverted facelock on Berry with one arm, before lifting her up with the other-

Whooves: CAN BERRY ESCAPE THE CLUTCHES OF THE DEMON?!

-Before she can be hit with the Lifting Inverted DDT, Berry drops herself to the mat in a sitting position and snapmares Finnette over her body-

Ahuizotl: And ANOTHER counter from Berry Punch!

-As Finnette gets to her feet, she to becomes a victim of a kick to the gut, and, you guessed it...a Bar Tab-

Discord: We can BARELY keep up with all of this action! Berry Punch has taken out HALF of her opponents with just ONE MOVE!

-Next up to bat is Trixie, who has dried blood covering the area around her nose thanks to the ladder Rarity threw at her face early in the match, and who Berry can at least see this time as she comes running right at her, plants a kick to Trixie's gut, and then turns around to deliver the Bar Tab to her. Before the move is hit, Trixie is able to remove Berry's arm from around her head and instead apply a Cobra Clutch to her, when then turns into the One and Only. Trixie lifts Berry up into the air by her neck, but before the move can be completed, Berry breaks out of it in mid-air and re-wraps her arm around Trixie's head and drives her down into a Bar Tab!-

Garble: DAMN! That was the SMOOTHEST Bar Tab I've ever seen!

Whooves: Trixie was about to connect with her move, The One and Only, but Berry Punch was able to counter it in mid-air and turn the move into a Bar Tab!

Ahuizotl: Just one of the MANY reasons why Berry Punch is such a HUGE threat!

-Berry then comes face-to-face with Cadance when she gets to her feet. Cadance immediately lifts her up into the air for the Heart to Heart, but again, Berry breaks out of the move in mid-air by putting a well-placed knee into Cadance's gut, which causes Cadance to drop Berry down on her feet in pain. Berry then introduces her to MORE pain as she hits a Bar Tab on her!-

Discord: CAN ANYBODY STOP BERRY PUNCH?! NOBODY CAN EVEN HIT THEIR FINISHING MOVES ON HER! SHE'S GOT A WAY TO COUNTER ALL OF THEM!

Garble: Sooner or later, she's going to run out of people, and then she'll make her way over here to Bar Tab all of US!

Whooves: -his eyes bulge as he begins to sweat- Don't say stuff like that! I'm scared of her enough already!

-When Berry gets to her feet, Midnight Strike is waiting for her as she gives BERRY a kick in the gut this time. This bends Berry over so that Midnight can place Berry in a standing headscissors. Midnight then moves forward slightly so Berry's midsection is between Midnight's thighs instead of her head. Before Midnight can wrap her arms around Berry's midsection, Berry brings her arms forward and uses her hands to shove Midnight into the air. Midnight only gets a couple of feet high, but the shove is enough to remove Berry from the situation. Once Midnight's feet hit the mat, Berry kicks her in the gut before delivering yet another Bar Tab to her-

Ahuizotl: GOOD LORD! Midnight Strike was going for the Buzzkill, that Sunset flip Powerbomb, but Berry Punch quickly became a BIG Buzzkill and laid her out with a Bar Tab!

Whooves: That just leaves ONE woman who hasn't yet tasted the Bar Tab, and I don't think it's going to be very easy to hit her with it!

-That "one woman" reveals herself, as Amay Wythyst clobbers Berry with a clothesline in the back of her head. She then brings her to her feet, and bends Berry backwards-

Garble: I think Berry's momentum is about to come to a sudden end right here…

-Just as Amay plants a kiss on Berry's forehead, Berry begins BASHING her fist into the head of Amay, which, sooner or later, releases the hold. As Amay recovers and turns back around, Berry kicks her in the gut before levelling her with her EIGHTH Bar Tab in a row!

Discord: WYTHYST IS DOWN! WYTHIST IS DOWN! THAT KISS MUST HAVE AWOKEN SOMETHING INSIDE OF BERRY PUNCH!

Whooves: EIGHT OPPONENTS. EIGHT BAR TABS. ONE FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL! BERRY PUNCH IS HAVING ANOTHER STELLAR PERFORMANCE, TONIGHT AT HIGH STAKES!

Garble: Just like this past Monday, where she eliminate EIGHT women in a Battle Royal to secure this spot! Berry Punch REPEATS, if not HEIGHTENS her performance in Hope Springs Eternal!

-At this point, the crowd is COMPLETELY behind Berry Punch after those 8 Bar Tabs-

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!

Berry: -laying on her stomach and yelling in Amay's ear- YOU DON'T KISS ME LIKE THAT UNLESS YOU'VE WINED AND DINED ME, GOT IT?!

Ahuizotl: Berry Punch could ride this wave of momentum ALL the way up that ladder and YANK down the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase!

-3 minutes later-

-Cadance and Finnette Balor are on the same side of the ladder, trying to knock each other down so the other can go for the contract-

Whooves: These women are JUST below the briefcase! One big move could cost the other this match entirely!

-All of Finnette's face paint has nearly melted off due to sweat. Cadance attempts to hook Finnette's arms for the Heart to Heart, but Finnette is having NONE of it as she repeatedly headbutts Cadance-

Ahuizotl: CADANCE IS DAZED! FINNETTE HAS AVOIDED THE HEART TO HEART!

-Finnette shakes her own head, removing the cobwebs as she pulls Cadance closer and bends her over, craning one arm across her head-

Whooves: NO! DON'T DO THIS, FINNETTE! DON'T TAKE YOURSELF OUT OF THE MATCH, AS WELL! IT'S NOT WORTH IT!

-Finnette isn't listening, as she pivots her body and brings her other arm across Cadance's head, guiding them both OFF of the ladder, where they plummet all the way down to the mat, Cadance being subjected to a Twist of Fate that lights the WHOLE crowd up!-

Garble: SHE DOESN'T CAAAAARE! TWIST OF FAAAAAAAATE! CADANCE IS DOWN, AS MIGHT BE FINNETTE BALOR!

Ahuizotl: SIMPLY SCINTILLATING! The Demon, with...perhaps one last act of defiance, in the face of Cadance!

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

Discord: Truly...truly an EPIC event...we are witnessing transpire...in front of our very EYES here!

-2 minutes later-

-Amay Wythyst is now in the ring with much of the competitors as she picks up a ladder and places her head in-between the middle of it, also holding it with both hands. Turf runs up and her head smacks into the side of the ladder as Amay twirls it on her head. The same happens to Trixie as she falls to her knees and slowly to her side-

Garble: Check out the whirlybird action here by Amay Wythyst!

Discord: -laughing- Hey, whatever you've gotta do to get an advantage!

-Many women fall victim to the twirling ladder. Beth Drollins seems to be on the same path, but she finds away around the doohickey, and that is by JUMPING UP as Amay twirls it her way and landing ONTO the rungs to HUGE crowd cheers!-

Whooves: BUT LOOK AT DROLLINS! BETH DROLLINS IS STANDING TALL ON THE LADDER! CAN AMAY WYTHYST SHAKE HER OFF?!

Ahuizotl: It was a GREAT strategy, but Beth Drollins found a way to use it to her advantage. She could probably JUMP UP right here and grab ahold of the briefcase!

-Before she can do that, Amay begins to rotate the ladder around with Beth Drollins on top of it-

Discord: Hey! Here we go! Beth won't get down voluntarily, so you'll have to bring her down YOURSELF!

Garble: This is like a ride you'd find at a fair! Actually, this would've fit in well with the Carnival of Carnage match earlier, but hey, we're seeing it now!

-Amay begins to spin the ladder around on her head, faster and faster with each second. But Beth Drollins isn't budging. She continues to stand on the ladder, not getting dizzy in the slightest-

Whooves: But Drollins isn't succumbing! She REFUSES to give up her position on top of the ladder! At this point, she can take ANYTHING that Wythyst dishes out!

-Wythyst gives up on that particular objective and decides to remove the ladder from her head, which she does so. She is then about to do something with the ladder to remove Drollins from the top of it, but Drollins, now that the ladder is higher in the air and thus, closer to the briefcase, takes the initiative to LEAP HIGH into the air. Miraculously, she is able to latch ONTO the cable the briefcase is connected to!-

Garble: HOLY SH-HOLY SHIT! BETH DROLLINS IS HANGING ONTO THE DAMN CABLE! LIKE A CAT, BETH DROLLINS LEAPT UP TO THE CABLE!

Discord: WHAT THE HELL WILL HAPPEN NEXT?! CAN DROLLINS PULL THE BRIEFCASE DOWN?! WILL SHE SLIP OFF?!

Crowd: PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!

Ahuizotl: BETH DROLLINS! TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR, NOW! WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN FROM ALL THE WAY UP THERE?! I HAVE A FEELING IT WILL END IN TRAGEDY! I CAN'T HELP IT! DROLLINS! HER FEET, DANGLING IN THE AIR! SHE COULD FALL AT ANY MOMENT! SHE COULD WIN AT ANY MOMENT!

-Amay realizes that Drollins has a chance to win this thing, but she isn't going to let that happen without a fight. Amay times this just right, and, without setting up the ladder in her hands, simply sets it down on the mat. But since it hasn't been properly set up, it immediately tilts over towards Drollins, and in a case of pure LUCK, Drollins' feet slide into the very last rung before the top-

Garble: This….this does not...this does NOT look good AT ALL. Not ONE. LITTLE. BIT.

Ahuizotl: Drollins' feet...her feet went through the opening of that final rung, and are not HOLDING that ladder in place! It isn't even set up properly, but because of this, it would not be CLIMBABLE!

Discord: -as Amay steps back towards the corner behind her- And I think that's EXACTLY what Amay has in mind! She couldn't fling Drollins off, so instead, she's going to BLAST her off once she climbs up close enough!

-Amay begins running forward towards the ladder, using it as a ramp as she sprints up rung after rung. An unexpected Beth Drollins tries desperately to unhook the briefcase, but Amay gets up there SO quickly, and when she makes her way up to Drollins, she absolutely RAMS into her with a Running Crossbody which, in turn BLASTS Drollins OFF of the briefcase, causing her to IMMEDIATELY lose her grip, but that's not all. The hellacious FORCE brings both Drollins AND Wythyst PLUNGING into the mat in less than a second, as Drollins lands on her back, and Amay, her side. Time seems to stand still as THOUSANDS of pictures are snapped as Amay and Beth plummet to the mat, and when they hit, their bones are jarred, and the audience reacts with what may be the loudest OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH of ALL TIME!-

Garble: FUUUUUUUUUCK! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENIIIIIING! THEY'RE DEAD! I SWEAR TO GOD THEY'RE DEAD!

Whooves: AMAY WYTHYST, YOU...YOU WERE ON THE MONEY, DISCORD! SHE JUST COMPLETELY SMASHED HER BODY RIGHT INTO BETH DROLLINS, AND SENT BOTH OF THEM TOPPLING TO THE MAT AT A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR!

Discord: I didn't….I didn't mean she would do it LIKE THAT! HOLY...I...I figured Amay would calmly step her way up towards Beth, and maybe shove her down, or knock her down with a few forearms. I NEVER would've guessed that she would run FULL STEAM AHEAD UP THE DAMN THING, AND HIT DROLLINS WITH SUCH A PROFICIENT, DESTRUCTIVE BLOW THAT IT WOULD SEND THEM BOTH CRASHING DOWN INTO THE MAT!

Crowd: CRA-ZY FUCK-ERS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CRA-ZY FUCK-ERS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CRA-ZY FUCK-ERS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CRA-ZY FUCK-ERS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CRA-ZY FUCK-ERS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* CRA-ZY FUCK-ERS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: THIS….ABSOLUTELY THIS...I cannot….I cannot FATHOM the things these women are willing to put themselves through...to be the best! It is absolutely SHOCKING...the lengths at which they are willing to go to, but at the same time, I have NEVER respected anyone MORE than I do right now!

Ahuizotl: There are...there are TEARS in my eyes right now! At the PASSION, the THRILLING, THROBBING PASSION, at which these women are pouring from deep inside their very SOULS! I have never seen a match to competitive, as the ladder matches we have witnessed tonight!

-A replay is shown of Amay's Running Crossbody to Drollins-

Ahuizotl: Drollins is convulsing...she is CONVULSING on the mat! And why WOULDN'T she be?! Her body was...it was absolutely JARRED coming off of that ladder! I...I cannot BELIEVE what we have just seen, and what we have been seeing ALL night!

Discord: We SHOULD be used to brutality like this by now, but JESUS CHRIST, this is...I don't know if my mind will not NEVER be blown after seeing spectacles like this in these ladder matches!

-The Running Crossbody is shown MANY more times from MANY different angles-

Crowd: WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH! WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH! WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH! WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH. WEEEEEEEE LOVE THIS MATCH, OH GOD WE LOVE THIS MATCH!

Discord: Take it away, ladies and gentlemen! Do our jobs for a little while, because we all need some cough drops at this point! Our throats are WRECKED, just like the men and women who have been subjecting themselves to this HAVOC...their BODIES must be wrecked!

-2 minutes later-

-Midnight Strike is two rungs away from the top of the ladder. She begins to reach for it, but the unwanted presence of Turf stops her-

Garble: Turf, ceasing the seizing of the briefcase!

-Midnight kicks Turf, which causes her to fall two rungs down and slam back-first into the mat-

Whooves: NOW she can focus again! No more distractions.

-However, Midnight gets the itch as the crowd begins cheering, realizing Turf is in perfect position, and Midnight soon realizes this, too. That is when she brings herself up to the VERY top of the ladder, looking down at Turf-

Discord: Wait a second...Midnight's not paying attention to the briefcase...she's...she's looking...looking at TURF, who is...who is PRIME position at the bottom of the ladder!

Ahuizotl: I think there still IS a distraction! Midnight is distracted by HERSELF! She's being tempted by her own daredevilish tendencies!

Whooves: NO, Midnight! NO! THE BRIEFCASE IS RIGHT THERE! YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THIS!

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!

Garble: This capacity crowd is WILLING HER ON. She just CAN'T help herself!

Whooves: DON'T DO THIS! VICTORY IS IN REACH! IT'S IN -Midnight hops off the top of the ladder, and begins travelling down towards Turf- REEEEEEACH! -Midnight's feet COLLIDE into Turf's ribs, as Midnight then falls back over onto her butt- STROKE OF MIDNIIIIIIGHT!

-The crowd is going INSANE-

Ahuizotl: Midnight COULD NOT resist! She COULD NOT ignore her impulses! Turf was JUST below her, and Midnight was NOT going to let that opportunity pass her by!

Whooves: But she may have just let the opportunity to WIN pass her by! This has been happening AGAIN AND AGAIN tonight! WHY do these men and women INSIST on going above and beyond?! If that briefcase is literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, or RIGHT ABOVE YOU, why don't you GRAB IT?!

Garble: It's all about ADRENALINE, Doc! Some people don't ever have the urge, but some people THRIVE on adrenaline. Not everyone has to be like Cadance and Trixie. A lot of these people want to give the fans the absolute BEST performance that they can! They want to give the fans EVERYTHING that they've got; leave it ALL in the ring! Send them home HAPPY! These fans buy tickets, they put MONEY in these wrestler's POCKETS, so it's only right that they go to GREAT lengths to satisfy them!

Ahuizotl: Garble is absolutely right. These fans cheer for Midnight, they LOVE Midnight. And that right there was her way of giving back to them. The Championship IS important, but it's also important that you put on the best show possible for the fans. It only ADDS to the respect they have for you.

Whooves: Okay, okay. I see your points, and I respect these athletes even MORE for putting their bodies through all of this hell!

-Midnight recovers from the insane Stroke of Midnight, and begins to climb up the ladder again-

Discord: And now Midnight Strike, may have just dealt the FINAL blow to Turf. And now she's making her way back to the briefcase, SURELY looking to finish this match!

-Midnight is now SITTING on the second rung from the top as she reaches up and grabs ahold of the briefcase-

Garble: Midnight HAS IT! SHE'S GOT THE BRIEFCASE IN HER HANDS!

-From up the other side of the ladder quickly climbs Trixie, who, when she gets close enough, SHOVES Midnight off the ladder-

Whooves: And there's TRIXIE!

-Midnight falls off facing the corner, but soon twists herself to where she is now facing the ladder she fell off of. Her back CRASHES into a ladder that was propped up earlier in the corner to the point where she is LAYING on it after her landing!- (If you want a gif, here's one. ALSO from Wrestlemania 24: gyazodotcom/e5ede62d10c5252cd00ba7a152dcd40a )

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd OHHHHHs loudly- AND TRIXIE, SHOVING MIDNIGHT RIGHT INTO THE STEEL OF THAT LADDER IN THE CORNER! MIDNIGHT JUST UNINTENTIONALLY DIVED INTO STEEL HELL!

Discord: She was SO close to retrieving that briefcase, but Trixie arrived JUST IN TIME to stop it!-

-The crowd is BOOING as Trixie steps back onto the mat, awaiting for her pal Cadance to get into the ring, which she soon does-

Trixie: -grinning, and gesturing towards the briefcase- The coast is clear. It's ALL yours…

-Cadance grins herself, and begins to scale the ladder-

Whooves: And now, with the rest of the field taken care of, Trixie is going to stand by, and let Cadance walk away with the Hope Springs Eternal contract...this is SICKENING.

Ahuizotl: Cadance's plan is going to work out, after all...it was a bit rocky, at times, but ultimately, Trixie stuck to the plan, and in the end, The System gained control of that Championship contract!

-The crowd's booing gets louder and louder the closer Cadance gets to the briefcase. Trixie stands at the side, looking up and applauding Cadance. Just when the reaches up to grab the briefcase, however, Trixie grabs onto the ladder from the side with both hands, and the crowd IMMEDIATELY switches to unleash a PLETHORA of cheers-

Discord: HOLD ON! TRIXIE'S GOT THE LADDER IN HER GRASP!

-Cadance NEVER knew what hit her, as Trixie PUSHES the ladder over, causing it to tilt. Cadance is sent falling off the ladder, but she doesn't drop to the mat. Instead, she lands THROAT-first on a nearby top rope-

Garble: IT WAS ALL A TRAP! TRIXIE LURED CADANCE IN! CADANCE'S THROAT SNAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE!

-The impact of hitting the top rope sends Cadance, who, despite this, is still on her feet, back to the center of the ring, where Trixie is waiting for her, ready to apply…-

Whooves: THE URSA LOCK! TRIXIE IMPLEMENTS THE URSA LOCK ON HER...I GUESS I SHOULD SAY FORMER TEAMMATE IN THE SYSTEM!

Garble: IT WAS ALL A GRAND PLOY! Clear the ring, allow Cadance to climb the ladder, and JUST when she thinks everything is going according to plan, you YANK the rug out from under her! It was all a trap to set up the disposal of Cadance in a much EASIER fashion!

-The crowd is going freaking INSANE, as they chant, "YAY" repeatedly-

Ahuizotl: THEY WERE WORKING SO WELL TOGETHER THROUGHOUT THIS MATCH, BUT I SUPPOSE TRIXIE HAD TO DO SO! SHE NEEDED TO PUT CADANCE IN A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY!

Discord: You're right! If there was any hostility between the two, Cadance wouldn't be able to trust Trixie right now! Trixie had her OWN plan going into this match, and she played it to PERFECTION!

-Cadance actually TAPS OUT to the Ursa Lock, but Trixie has NO reason to release it, so she continues to keep it locked in-

Whooves: That won't do you any good, girly! Trixie is going to REEEAAALLY make you regret treating her like she was WORTHLESS! THIS is the Trixie that was Sublime's FIRST World Fighter's Champion!

Crowd: TEAR HER ARM OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* TEAR HER ARM OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* TEAR HER ARM OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* TEAR HER ARM OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* TEAR HER ARM OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* TEAR HER ARM OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: Harsh crowd...but it would SURE be something to take home both that briefcase, AND Cadance's arm as a souvenir!

-FINALLY, Trixie RELEASES Cadance from the Ursa Lock, and lets her slump to the mat in agony. She grins at the audience, as they cheer her in ABSOLUTE DELIGHT-

Ahuizotl: All the other grins that came from Trixie tonight were FABRICATED. But I can TELL that THAT grin right there...THAT is as AUTHENTIC as it gets!

Discord: The Great and Powerful Trixie will be a servant NO LONGER!

-Trixie now sets her sights on the briefcase, as she begins climbing up the ladder-

Whooves: And what better way to cap off such a GLORIOUS betrayal...then to WIN the Hope Springs Eternal contract!

Garble: Imagine how much more that would INFURIATE Cadance. Not ONLY did someone she considered the "lowest" member on The System's totem pole TURN ON HER, but she stole the briefcase right out from under her!

-As Trixie nears the top, Rarity enters the ring and begins to climb up on the other side-

Ahuizotl: And here comes Rarity now, not going to go quietly!

-Berry Punch pushes Midnight off of the ladder she was still lounging on and picks that ladder up, setting it up on the left side of the ladder that Trixie and Rarity are brawling on-

Discord: And now STEREO ladders! Two ladders set-up, side-by-side!

-Amay Wythyst is back in the fray as she begins climbing up with Berry Punch on the ladder she just set up. Finnette Balor ALSO gets back into the ring with her OWN ladder, which she sets up to the left of the ladder which houses Rarity and Trixie-

Garble: You've gotta be KIDDING ME. ANOTHER ONE?! WHEN WILL IT END?!

-Outside of the ring is Beth Drollins, in front of the announce table, who is holding onto the bottom portion of a ladder with both hands, and is pushing said ladder up onto the top rope-

Whooves: And Beth Drollins now, with a ladder of HER OWN, but she's...got it hanging on the top rope…

-The ladder in the middle (with Trixie and Rarity) isn't very close to ropes that Drollins has the ladder on, but that ladder is 20 feet long, so Drollins is able to get up on the apron and EASILY shove the top portion of the ladder into the opening of one of the middle rungs-

Ahuizotl: She's got one half of that ladder LYING on the top rope, with the other half being tucked in-between the rungs. Drollins, building a bridge of some kind. I HOPE that's going to stay in place!

Garble: Drollins obviously has SOMETHING in mind with it, but I'm almost AFRAID to find out what that is!

Discord: Oh, you PANSIES. I am VERY MUCH looking forward to finding out what Beth Drollins has up her sleeve!

-Drollins then enters the ring and joins Finnette on the third ladder-

Whooves: Oh my WORD! Trixie, Rarity, Amay Wythyst, Berry Punch, Finnette Balor AND Beth Drollins! All six women standing nearly twenty feet in the air, ALL jockeying for position and trying to grab ahold of the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase!

-Rarity reaches up to try and grab the briefcase, but she is stopped as Beth Drollins brings her foot over from the left of Rarity and strikes at her back with a VICIOUS kick!-

Ahuizotl: And these women aren't just focusing on the woman they're sharing a ladder with! They've got their eyes peeled for ALL five of the other women around them!

-Berry Punch begins looping her punches between Trixie, to her right, Amay, in front of her, and Rarity, to her diagonal right-

Garble: Berry's just firing off with that right hand at ANYONE who is in her general vicinity!

-Amay soon catches one of Berry's punches, and then lifts her up for a vertical suplex-

Discord: OKAY OKAY OKAY! THIS IS GETTING SCARY! It's like open house at Home Depot! I LOVE IT BUT WOW…

-Amay, rather than drop with Berry, simply releases Berry from the vertical suplex position and lets her drop ALL the way down to the mat, earning a loud OHHHHH as Berry's back SLAMS into the mat!-

Garble: AHHHH FUCK! THAT'S ROUGH! A DROP SUPLEX TO BERRY PUNCH BY THE SADISTIC, UNMERCIFUL AMAY WYTHYST!

-Amay grins down sadistically at the broken body of Amay, which leaves her wide open for an attack. Rarity doesn't attack her, but instead brings her boot over and presses it against the side of the ladder, which is enough to tip it over. Amay has nowhere to go but down as her stomach drops ONTO the top rope to her right, where she then ricochets off the top rope and flips over it, falling down to the floor on the outside-

Ahuizotl: AND AMAY WYTHYST IS SENT TO THE OUTSIDE! Dear God...IT'S LIKE A DEMOLITION DERBY OUT HERE! WHO IS GOING TO SURVIVE, IF ANYBODY?!

-Trixie grabs ahold of Rarity's head afterwards with both hands and SLAMS it down onto the top of the ladder. A simple punch to the temple afterwards is then enough to send Rarity off of the ladder and crashing DOWN into the mat below, which Rarity folds herself up, with her feet being high up in the air and rolling Rarity over onto her stomach as a result of the force of hitting the mat-

Garble: THEY'RE DROPPING LIKE FLIES! RARITY'S BODY MAY BE DISFIGURED AFTER A FALL LIKE THAT!

-Finnette then takes the time to push Drollins off of the side of the ladder, but luckily, it's on the side where the ladder in the middle is, so Drollins is able to reach her arms out and grab ahold of one of the middle rungs before she falls to the mat-

Discord: Beth Drollins is simply AMAZING! She is one of the most agile stars in the entire EWF, and she just saved herself from a fate SO many others have felt tonight!

-Drollins climbs further up the ladder as Finnette and Trixie begin trading blows. When Drollins gets towards the top, she flips herself OVER Trixie's body, wrapping her hands around Trixie's waist as her feet land safely on the ladder that she beforehand laid across the top rope-

Ahuizotl: Hey! That ladder Beth Drollins erected earlier came in handy right there!

Whooves: Drollins, I believe attempting a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, but Trixie has her arms CLASPED around the top of the ladder! The LAST place she wants to go now is DOWN!

-During all the commotion, Rosely Reigns is able to slip into the ring from in front of the announce table to a chorus of cheers-

Garble: THAT'S ROSELY REIGNS! ONE HALF OF THE NEW CHICK COMBO CHAMPIONS!

-Rosely runs up from behind Finnette and grabs onto both of her feet, promptly YANKING her off of the ladder. As Finnette falls off, Reigns catches her on her shoulders before immediately DRIVING her into the mat!-

Discord: A WICKED SAMOAN DROP! ROSELY REIGNS HAS COME TO DO SOME DAMAGE!

-Reigns begins climbing the ladder she just pulled Finnette off, alerting Trixie as she notices this-

Whooves: Trixie may be in deep, DEEP trouble here!

-Trixie is able to avoid a punch from Reigns and fire back with a punch of her own, the crowd going CRAZY-

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

Ahuizotl: This crowd wants Trixie to SURVIVE! The Asylum NEEDS Trixie to thwart The Sword's intentions, which is CLEARLY to allow Drollins to capture the briefcase!

-As Trixie is punching Reigns, she never notices Ditzbrose entering the ring to her left-

Garble: And there's Diane Ditzbrose now, the other half of the Chick Combo Champions! The Sword is well-represented here in Hope Springs Eternal!

Whooves: They're all three out here to wreak some havoc of their own!

-Ditzbrose climbs the ladder to Trixie's left quite quickly, and grabs the silver hair of Trixie before BASHING her head into one of the rungs-

Ahuizotl: And DITZBROSE! A CHEAP SHOT WHEN TRIXIE WAS FOCUSED ON OTHER THINGS! Her nose has already been busted up at the beginning of the match, and now her FOREHEAD could have a gash, as well!

-Trixie is stunned enough to allow Reigns and Ditzbrose to insert their arms between the legs of Trixie, standing on the last rung, hoping it can hold them up-

Discord: Oh God...I think Trixie may have MORE than just a little bloodshed to worry about here soon! Drollins has her arms hooked around her waist, and Ditzbrose and Reigns have leverage, as well!

Whooves: THEY CAN'T DO THIS! THIS ISN'T LIKE YOUR AVERAGE TRIPLE POWERBOMB! -at once, Reigns, Ditzbrose and Drollins use their combined strength to sever Trixie's grip on the top of the ladder- This is DEPRAAAAVED! -They then release their OWN grip of Trixie's body, allowing her back to SMASH into the ladder below, resting on the top rope to a chorus of OHHHHHs. Trixie's body BOUNCES in place as it collides with the ladder, but she does not bounce off. She continues to lay amongst the steel as Drollins, with a grin, Ditzbrose, with a smirk, and Reigns with a remorseless expression gaze at their handiwork-

Garble: A TRIPLE POWERBOMB TO TRIXIE! SENDING HER FROM FIFTEEN FEET, DOWN ONTO THE COLD, UNFORGIVING STEEL OF THAT LADDER! IT'S ALL COME FULL CIRCLE! BETH DROLLINS SET UP THAT LADDER IN ADVANCE, KNOWING THAT HER BUDDIES WOULD BE ARRIVING SOON TO DEAL WITH WHICHEVER POOR SOUL WOULD'VE BEEN STANDING ABOVE IT!

Ahuizotl: Drollins' plan could've EASILY failed, but she held her own JUST in time for Reigns and Ditzbrose to make an appearance, and make the ULTIMATE MARK...on this ladder match! The Sword have ARRIVED...in Hope. Springs. Eternal...and NO ONE is safe from their destruction now!

Discord: And I don't think these three women will stop until there are SEVEN others that have been exposed to their righteousness! This ring, is THE SWORD'S yard, and as long as any one of them are standing in it, the other two are not far behind! They show up when they feel it is most necessary, and in a match like this, they are free to exact as MUCH torment, as much anguish, and as much JUSTICE...as they see fit.

-The crowd is booing, without any sign of stopping, but The Sword appear to be reveling in their hatred-

Whooves: And the EWF fans, telling The Sword that their brand of lawfulness is NOT wanted! Trixie could be holding the Hope Springs Eternal contract right now, but The Sword have literally SNATCHED her away from it! And they may soon be the ones to extract that briefcase for their own warped agenda…

Garble: It would be all in the name of justice in their eyes…

-Drollins, Ditzbrose and Reigns climb down from their respective ladders (well, except for Drollins, who has to hop off the one that Trixie is currently lying on,) looking for the next woman that should be given a sample of what REAL justice looks like. They find their woman in the form of Berry Punch, who rushes in from behind and begins pummeling on all three members at once-

Ahuizotl: -as the fans begin to cheer again- AND AS THE SWORD SURVEY THE LAND, BERRY PUNCH RE-INTRODUCES HERSELF TO THE HOUNDS OF JUSTICE!

Discord: It was just LAST MONTH that Berry Punch and The Sword went to war at The Royal Rumble! The Sword were able to DISPOSE of Berry, en route to winning the match for Team Luna, but TONIGHT, Berry Punch is looking to make sure that a DIFFERENT outcome is penned into the history books!

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!

-Berry's hope doesn't last long, as Reigns and Ditzbrose soon overpower Berry and bring her down to the mat, with Drollins stomping on the back of her head in vengeance, the crowd now going back to booing-

Whooves: It's just TOO MUCH! No matter how GOOD she is, no matter how much ass she claims she can kick, Berry Punch CANNOT bring down The Sword all by her lonesome!

-Reigns picks Trixie up off of the ladder she is laying on before violently DROPPING her over the top rope, where she lands on the floor outside. Reigns then removes the ladder she was lying on from the top rope and brings it over to a nearby corner-

Reigns: -smacking the ladder with one of her palms- SET HER UP RIGHT HERE!

-Ditzbrose moves away from Berry Punch, shoving down all the ladders that are set up down to the mat in a fit of rage. She then brings Berry up to her feet, along with Drollins, and brings her over to the corner, placing her against the ladder which Reigns has set up-

Discord: It's about to be like a normal Friday night for Berry Punch...she's going to be knocked out, on the floor, in a pool of her own vomit.

Whooves: This is NOT the time to make jokes, Discord. But yes, you're right when you say that The Sword is about to make Berry Punch PAY for attacking them from behind!

-Drollins and Ditzbrose hold Berry in place against the ladder as Reigns back up in the corner diagonal to it, measuring Berry as she is bent over. She then runs towards her, roaring as Drollins and Ditzbrose back away from Berry so that Reigns is able to drive her shoulder into the gut of Berry, forcing her into the steel of the ladder!-

Ahuizotl: A SPEAR TO BERRY PUNCH!

Garble: Reigns almost broke Berry AND the ladder in HALF! GOOD LORD!

-Reigns backs away from Berry. She was the only thing holding Berry in place, so once she does so, Berry falls over to the mat. Drollins does the honors of forcing her out of the ring from under the bottom rope with her boot, as the crowd is booing passionately. Their cheers quickly return as Cadance enters the ring and immediately gets forced down to the mat with a thunderous SPEAR!-

Discord: WHAT WAS CADANCE THINKING THERE?!

Garble: I have NO IDEA...thanks for coming, though!

-Reigns then brings Cadance to her feet and TOSSES her over the top rope-

Whooves: THAT is how you eliminate a nuisance!

Crowd: THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS! THANK YOU, REIGNS!

Ahuizotl: And this crowd appreciates it FULLY!

-Drollins brings one of the ladders in the ring with her to the outside. She places it against the barricade on the left of the announce tables, and then go after the person closest to her, which is Midnight Strike-

Discord: And Beth Drollins, with a devious scheme in mind with that ladder, and Midnight is about to be introduced to it!

-Drollins backs away from the ladder a good amount before hoisting Midnight up in the powerbomb position. She then runs at the ladder, LAUNCHING Midnight off of her shoulders when she is close enough. Midnight's neck and back SMASH into the ladder and immediately knock her down to her butt, where her neck lays across the ladder, twisted to a side-

Garble: DAMMIT! That is what Drollins tried to do EARLIER in the match to Midnight, but she countered it with an expert hurricanrana! Midnight was NOT able to avoid disaster this time, however…

Ahuizotl: Look at the way her neck is CONTORTED! That's not normal! There could be some SERIOUS damage done to her spinal column!

Whooves: It is crooked beyond my comprehension!

-Drollins pounds her chests with both fists, earning many a boo from the crowd, she then re-enters the ring, where Ditzbrose and Reigns have a ladder already set up for her-

Garble: And now that the damage has been done, we can safely assume that Beth Drollins is about to win Hope Springs Eternal! EVERY other participant is OUT OF COMMISSION, and if ANY one of them try to intervene, Ditzbrose and Reigns will no doubt deal with them SWIFTLY.

Discord: I fully agree. There is NO ONE that can stop Beth Drollins! The Sword have laid ALL to waste! That briefcase is THEIRS for the taking!

-Drollins nears the last rung, and when she gets there, she reaches up with a giant grin on her face, feeling solace in her soul. Just as her fingertips touch the briefcase, however, she is interrupted by the sound of CREEPY. PIANO. KEYS. Keys which send the crowd into a JOYOUS cheering RAMPAGE!-

*DEH!*

Ahuizotl: Oh no...there….there may be TWO WOMEN...two women who CAN!

-The crowd is ALREADY chanting "YAY," and the lights haven't even came back on yet!-

Garble: IT IS ELECTRIC IN THE ASYLUM! BUT WE CAN'T EVEN SEE!

-More creepy piano keys hit, followed by another "DEH," and the lights are back on, and Drollins is on the last rung from the top still. But what is new about this situation is the person on the other side of the ladder...Ericka Rowan is staring RIGHT in the face of Drollins, donning her signature sheep mask. Her presence spooks Drollins off of the ladder as she falls off, and lands right into the waiting arms of Ditzbrose and Reigns, who then set their partner back on her feet-

Whooves: THE...THE WYTHYST FAMILY! ROWAN SCARED BETH DROLLINS HALF TO DEATH!

Garble: THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS!

-Ericka Rowan steps back down to the mat, and joins her comrades, Lucy Harper, who has a faraway look in her eyes, and Amay Wythyst, who is grinning meticulously. The members of The Sword have agitated, yet shocked looks on their faces-

Discord: WYTHYST IS BACK TO HER FEET, AND HER KIN, HER SISTERS, HAVE JOINED HER SIDE IN THE RING! Is it to combat The Sword?! Is it to offer a truce?!

Garble: SCREW THE TRUCE! WE'VE ALL BEEN AWAITING THIS MOMENT FOR A WHILE, NOW! LET'S DO THIS! LET'S NOT WASTE ANYMORE TIME!

-This time, Ericka Rowan is the one to slap the ladder away, making more room for these two towering factions. The ladder lands under the bottom rope in a nearby corner-

Ahuizotl: THIS IS HOW MONDAY NIGHT LUNACY ENDED 6 NIGHTS AGO, WITH THESE TWO IMPOSING FORCES, STANDING DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ONE ANOTHER, AND WE GET THE SAME IMAGE, TONIGHT AT HIGH STAKES!

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

Garble: I'VE GOT GOOSEBUUUUMPS! I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS!

-Turf has entered the ring from behind The Sword and shoves Drollins towards Lucy Harper. Harper isn't going to take that, as she shoves Drollins even HARDER to where she is sent back to The Sword's side of the ring on one knee-

Discord: Oh gosh...Turf may have just INTENTIONALLY ignited a WAR between these two groups!

Ahuizotl: That's what Turf does! ALWAYS stirring the pot! And she's LEFT the ring before she allows herself to get in-between these two!

Drollins: -walking up to Harper- DON'T YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME! THIS DOESN'T INVOLVE YOU! -she's now RIGHT in Harper's face- THIS IS OUR MATCH! THAT'S MY BRIEFCASE! -she points up at it- WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING OUT HERE?!

Whooves: It might not be wise to poke the bear, Beth! But hell, what am I saying? If ANYONE can withstand the scare tactics of The Wythyst Family, it's The Sword!

Garble: ABSOLUTELY! THAT is why everyone has been wanting these two to face off! NO ONE knows what's going to happen!

-Harper begins yelling back at Drollins, but the crowd is SO loud that it cannot be heard-

Ahuizotl: Whoa...Drollins has even got HARPER talking back! I wish I knew what they were saying!

-Ditzbrose walks up now and interjects herself into this argument. She shares a few words with Drollins before also getting into the face of Harper and double-teaming her now, along with Drollins, with words. She winds up pointing her index finger into the chest of Harper, which Harper takes issue with, IMMEDIATELY shoving her finger off of her chest with both hands-

Discord: HEY! Ditzbrose touched Harper! That could wind up being the opening shot of this war!

-Afterwards, Rowan gets in Ditzbrose's face, probably saying stuff as well, but we can't see because she still has her sheep mask on. Ditzbrose begins pushing her head against Rowan's mask, while Harper begins shoving Drollins lightly away from Ditzbrose as she tries to talk her out of this-

Garble: Why is Drollins trying to get Ditzbrose to back down?! This was INEVITABLE! The Sword want the contract, but so do The Wythysts! The only way to settle this is to BATTLE IT OUT!

-Ditzbrose begins jaw jacking to both Rowan AND Harper as Drollins tries DESPERATELY to get Ditzbrose away from them, trying her best to push her back. Meanwhile, Reigns and Amay are simply watching it unfold, Amay, of course, with a large grin on her face. Drollins now has a hand on Harper's stomach to keep her back while she tries to convince Ditzbrose that this isn't worth it-

Ahuizotl: This arena is literally RUMBLING! The Asylum is JAM-PACKED with PASSIONATE EWF fans that want to see these two stables GO AT IT!

-Harper and Rowan slowly begin to back away from Ditzbrose and Drollins, as it seems like Drollins was finally able to calm Ditzbrose down. Ditzbrose has her hands up, and she is nodding her head at Drollins as she too begins to walk away-

Garble: I think Ditzbrose is going to go quietly…

-Harper is now facing Rowan as she walks forward, and Rowan walks backward. Drollins still has both of her hands on one of Ditzbrose's shoulders, still not completely sure that she is going to stand do, but nonetheless, Ditzbrose IS facing away from The Wythyst members, and has begun to walk away. That doesn't last long, however, and Drollins' instincts ARE correct as, at the same time, both Ditzbrose AND Harper turn back around and EACH launch a fist into the others jaw!-

Discord: -as the crowd EXPLODES- OH GOD! TO HELL SHE ISN'T GOING QUIETLY! THIS BRAWL IS UNDERWAY!

-Harper and Ditzbrose begin to trade rights and lefts as Rowan sheds her sheep mask, throwing it to the side before she BARRELS towards Drollins, who has no choice but to bend down and wrap her arms around the much larger waist of Rowan, who immediately begins lifting Drollins up with both hands-

Ahuizotl: HARPER! AND ROWAN! GOING AFTER THE SWORD!

-Ditzbrose ALREADY has a mount on Harper on the mat, but Harper is FAR from done as she lands forearm after forearm onto the back of Ditzbrose's head. Rowan is able to take down Drollins to the mat from behind, but Drollins soon rolls over onto her back and is met with many right hands to her forehead-

Whooves: REIGNS AND WYTHYST, NOT EVEN ATTEMPTING TO STOP EACH OTHER'S PARTNERS, FOR THIS WAS THE WAY THINGS HAD TO BE! IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THE SWORD AND THE WYTHYST FAMILY WENT AT IT!

-Drollins is now on top of Rowan and has her sitting in the corner as she smashes her fists into the sides of her head. Harper is on top of Ditzbrose, literally CHOKING her. Ditzbrose is soon able to escape, however, and makes it up to her feet, but she IMMEDIATELY gets CLOBBERED with a stiff Uppercut from Harper, but she continues to remain on her feet-

Ahuizotl: LOOK AT THE OTHER SIDE! LOOK AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING!

-The camera pans over to show Amay and Reigns, who appear to be arguing. We again, can't hear them because of how loud the crowd is, but you CAN hear Reigns yell, "get their asses OUT" before she latches a hand onto the shirt of Amay-

Discord: REIGNS HAS A HOLD OF WYTHYST! REIGNS HAS GRABBED ONTO THE LEADER OF THE WYTHYST FAMILY!

-Amay soon breaks Reigns' grip by launching a palm strike up at her cheek. This immediately knocks Reigns back-

Garble: THAT DIDN'T LAST LONG! AND NOW ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!

-Amay then brings forth a fist into the forehead of Reigns, after which Reigns brings her knee up into her gut before LAUNCHING her into a nearby corner, running up to her and levelling her with punch after punch. The camera then gets a wide shot of the brawl, which shows that Ditzbrose is now on top of Harper, each struggling for control, while Rowan takes Drollins down to the mat with a Gutwrench and gets on top of her, but that doesn't last too long as Reigns comes over and PULLS Rowan off of her partner-

Whooves: THIS PLACE HAS COME UNGLUED! ...THE ASYLUM HAS ABSOLUTELY EXPLODED, THANKS TO THE PANDEMONIUM OCCURRING IN THE RING!

-Reigns leaves Rowan on the mat as she rushes over to force Harper away from Ditzbrose. Amay brings Rowan to her feet, while Reigns throws Harper TOWARDS Rowan, but they do not collide, thankfully. Rowan simply grabs a hold of Harper and lets her join her at her side-

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

Ahuizotl: AND ROSELY REIGNS, RALLYING THE TROOPS TOGETHER!

Discord: These two teams need a gameplan! Just mindlessly swinging at each other won't solve anything! This could last ALL NIGHT if they just do that!

-Harper and Rowan are about to go back after The Sword, but their powwow is interrupted as Turf runs back into the ring, with a ladder in her hands horizontally-

Garble: WHAT IS TURF THINKING?!

-Turf is running straight for Reigns, but all Reigns has to do is bend down and bring Turf up onto her shoulders, where she then nails her with a Samoan Drop onto her own ladder!-

Ahuizotl: AND THAT LADDER TURF BROUGHT IN, BEING USED AGAINST HER! Who in their RIGHT MIND would want to get between THESE two dominant forces?!

-Amay looks to her side to see Midnight Strike soaring through the air after springboarding off the top rope, coming towards her. She has to think fast, and she does just that as she SNATCHES Midnight out of the air and DRIVES her into the mat with a Standing side slam!-

Whooves: OH GOOD GOD! Amay Wythyst, FORCEFULLY slamming Midnight into the mat, just about ANNIHILATING her as she flew through the air!

-Amay grabs the ladder that Turf brought in and lays it down on the middle of the ring. She then has Harper and Rowan drag Midnight over and place her onto it. Amay steps back before running towards Midnight, jumping up into the air and, while she is hovering over Midnight's body, falling backwards and landing ALL of her weight on Midnight's body!-

Discord: AND A SENTON SPLASH! Amay Wythyst, driving her weight into Midnight and CRUSHING her on that ladder!

Ahuizotl: This is like a game of one-upmanship between The Sword and The Wythyst Family!

-Reigns and Amay then get in each other's faces, as the crowd CONTINUES to cheer with NO signs of stopping. Their face-to-face is abruptly ended as Ditzbrose jumps OVER Reigns' shoulders and knocks Amay down to the mat, beginning to fire away at her with her fists-

Garble: HERE WE GO AGAIN! THE SWORD AND THE WYTHYSTS! THE SWORD AND THE WYTHYSTS!

-Harper and Rowan pull Ditzbrose off, each of their hands being assigned to lift up one shoulder. But that doesn't stop Ditzbrose from kicking away at Amay's body while she is being pulled away. Drollins helps her friend out as she runs towards the two and jumps into the air, bringing both of her boots up and hitting each of their faces with one of them, which causes them to release Ditzbrose. Drollins then helps Ditzbrose to her feet, after which they work together to get Rowan out of the ring-

Whooves: AND ROWAN, DUMPED OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!

Ahuizotl: But she lands on her FEET!

-Rowan grabs onto Ditzbrose's foot and yanks on it, pulling her down to the mat. She then pulls her out from under the bottom rope by that same foot and begins to bash at her back with her fists. Drollins again comes to the aid of her teammate as she runs off the ropes, and, as she approaches this set of ropes, she LEAPS OVER the entire set, without even TOUCHING any of them, flipping herself in mid-air and CRASHING into both Harper AND Ditzbrose, knocking both of them down to the floor as Drollins herself STICKS THE LANDING!-

Ahuizotl: BEAUTIFUL! Speaking of landing on her feet, that's JUST what Beth Drollins did after successfully taking out Lucy Harper with that Somersault Plancha!

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

Discord: Drollins CLEARED THE ROPES! Her vertical leap is absolutely ASTOUNDING!

-Drollins rushes back into the ring, where she immediately gets sent down to the mat with a Big Boot from Harper, where she plants one foot into her face while she takes a knee on the mat with her other leg-

Whooves: THAT sends Drollins off of her feet! There was NO WAY she'd be standing after a shot like that!

-As Harper looks down at Drollins, Reigns comes up from behind and attempts the Reignmaker on her. It nearly works out, until Harper ducks Reigns' lariat-

Garble: REIGNS MISSES!

-As Reigns turns around, she falls victim to the boot of Harper being planted into her jaw-

Discord: And Lucy Harper with a WICKED Savate Kick! But Reigns REMAINS on her feet!

-The kick turns Reigns around, but she's still in the game. Harper spins herself, and as Reigns turns around again a few seconds later, Harper is ready to WALLOP her with a Discus clothesline!-

Ahuizotl: GOOD GOD! Reigns attempted the Reignmaker, but Harper just DROWNED HER WITH A CLOTHESLINE OF HER OWN!

-Harper brings Amay to her feet before leaving the ring, helping Rowan up before grabbing Ditzbrose by the tactical vest and beginning to drag him across the floor-

Whooves: And all that leaves is Diane Ditzbrose, the lone member of The Sword to be stamped out…

-Harper leads Ditzbrose to in front of the announce table, as she and Rowan begin to tear off the cover and all of the monitors, the crowd getting SUPER excited-

Garble: Oh no! N-not again! Not our announce table AGAIN!

-Inside the ring, Amay Wythyst kisses the forehead of Drollins before planting her into the mat!-

Discord: Brother Avery's Kiss, and THAT will serve as the mortal blow to Beth Drollins!

-Lucy Harper walks over to the nearby steel steps and FLINGS the top part off, allowing it to thud against the barricade. She then lifts up the bottom (and larger) portion of the steps, and carries it over, dropping it right in front of the announce table-

Ahuizotl: I don't like where this is going...we may want to check ourselves out!

-Both Harper and Rowan step up onto the steps before they both lift up Ditzbrose with one of each of their hands around her throat-

Whooves: We've seen this before, but Diane Ditzbrose isn't going to want to see it again!

-Harper and Rowan let Ditzbrose drop as they let her go, Ditzbrose's body CRASHING into the table and collapsing it on impact!-

Discord: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! MY LOOOORD! OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE HAS BEEN BUSTED ONCE AGAIN!

Garble: Not only that, but the body of Diane Ditzbrose may be busted, as well!

Whooves: Ditzbrose incited, she STARTED the fight with The Wythyst Family. And now...Harper and Rowan have FINISHED it.

Garble: Oh my God...it seems like not even THE SWORD can stop The Wythyst Family! They just wound up being bodies that have been SCATTERED in their wake, just like EVERYBODY else that has crossed paths with them!

-Harper and Rowan step off the steel steps, with Harper holding her arms out at his sides as she and Rowan walk back to the ring aimlessly. They walk up to their leader, at which point Amay puts a hand on each of their heads and begins whispering into both of their ears-

Discord: This is the creepiest group in the EWF, and since they have now dispatched The Sword, they very well may be the most POWERFUL, as well!

Ahuizotl: Beth Drollins...Diane Ditzbrose...Rosely Reigns. All three have now fallen to the united front of Amay Wythyst, and her sisters!

-Amay now sets up a ladder directly under the briefcase and begins to climb, with Harper and Rowan looking up and watching their leader from the other side-

Garble: There's nobody around to stop this! Amay Wythyst is going to win Hope Springs Eternal! The EWF will soon be bent to her, and her Family's will!

Whooves: The EWF will be turned COMPLETELY upside down with Amay Wythyst as Eternal Women's Champion!

-Amay is on the last rung from the top, with her hands literally ON the briefcase. All of the sudden, she is interrupted by the sound of, not creepy piano keys, but an electric guitar, which plays the exact same tune at which the piano keys are played at. Three female voices then give their own rendition of, "DEH," before the lights turn pitch black, with many fans already knowing who it represents, and cheering WILDLY-

Discord: What the? WHO THE? WHY ARE THE LIGHTS OUT AGAIN?!

Garble: Guys...I have a theory...that was an ELECTRIC GUITAR that played that melody, and NOT the usual piano keys that we hear!

Ahuizotl: I...I think you're onto something, Garble, but we'll see once the lights rise…

-The lights come back on to reveal Aria Blaze, sporting a large grin on her face, at the top of the ladder, starting DIRECTLY at Amay, with Sonata Dusk lying across her right shoulder. Adagio Dazzle stands on the mat, looking at Rowan and Harper with her own smirk. As soon as the EWF fans see the forms of 3MB, they go BALLISTIC-

Whooves: LOOK AT THIIIIIIS! IT'S 3MB! ARIA! SONATA! AND ADAGIO! THE 3 MA'AM BAND!

Discord: OH SHIT! I'M HUGE FANS! EVERYONE LOOKS HAPPY TO SEE THEM! EXCEPT...FOR THE WYTHYST FAMILY!

-Amay looks at Aria with such shock. Her mouth is wide open, and her eyes are nearly popping out of her skull. She looks down to see Adagio, as well, and this leaves her paralyzed in astonishment-

Garble: 3! M! FUCKING B! AMAY WYTHYST LOOKS LIKE SHE'S SEEN A GHOST! THREE OF THEM, AS A MATTER OF FACT!

Ahuizotl: WE HAVE NOT SEEN ANY MEMBER OF 3MB SINCE LUNAPALOOZA, WHERE THEY WERE DEFEATED BY THE WYTHYST FAMILY IN WHAT WAS AN ABSOLUTE WAR!

Whooves: It was a CLASSIC contest! 3MB did all they could, but they STILL were unable to triumph over The Wythysts!

Ahuizotl: IT SEEMS THAT THEY'RE BACK FOR MORE!

Aria: REMEMBER US?! WE'RE HERE TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU NEVER FORGET US!

-With that, Aria throws Sonata OFF of her shoulders, and sends her swooping down towards Harper and Rowan, who hold their arms out, but they are not able to catch Sonata, as her back and legs CRASH into their heads and knock them DOWN to the mat!-

Whooves: HOW ABOUT THAT?! PATENTED 3MB DOUBLE-TEAM!

-The crowd is still going BONKERS as Sonata gets to her feet immediately after sending Harper and Rowan tumbling down to the mat. She walks over to Adagio and high fives her, a huge smile on her face-

Crowd: 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B!

Discord: THIS CROWD SURE KNOWS WHO THEY ARE!

Ahuizotl: HOW COULDN'T THEY?! These three young ladies made SUCH an impact in their first month in the EWF! They just COULDN'T stay away!

Garble: I'M HAPPY TO SEE THEM!

-Aria waves "bye bye" at Amay before climbing down the ladder just before Adagio and Sonata begin to push it together. Amay still has the same look of shock on her face, and it stays as the ladder tips over to the side, and sends Amay falling off of it and landed chest-first on the top rope to her left!-

Whooves: ALL THE AIR, DRIVEN FROM THE LUNGS OF AMAY WYTHYST!

-The force of hitting off the top rope deflects Amay back to the middle of the ring, where Aria is waiting to the bend Amay opponent forward, which she does, before hooking each of her arms behind her head-

Ahuizotl: ARIA BLAZE, WITH WYTHYST HOOKED!

Aria then tucks Amay's head under one of her arms, and then falls back to pull Amay down, spiking her head FLAT on the mat and causing her to flip over onto her back due to the impact!-

Ahuizotl: EXPRESSIVE. MELODY! THAT DOUBLE ARM DDT THAT SPLATTERED AMAY'S BIG HEAD!

-Aria gets to her feet, looking back at Amay as she swipes her feet across the mat, flinging the dust it produces onto Amay's body-

Whooves: And then the ULTIMATE sign of disrespect! But that's EXACTLY what Amay's been doing ever since she and her Family defeated 3MB! Amay has been GLOATING over her victory, and it seemed like she was CONSTANTLY stating that 3MB were FINISHED, that they would NEVER be back after what she did to them! Well LOOK at them now, Amay! They left you AND your family LYING!

Garble: You're right, Doc. Amay brought this ALL upon herself by chastising 3MB for losing ONE match! You've forced their hand, and now, HERE at High Stakes, 3MB have STUCK IT to Amay Wythyst!

-Aria stands to the left of Adagio, while Sonata is on her right. -3MB encloses their hands together and takes a bow. The crowd is still going CRAZY as they take another bow to the fans behind them-

Discord: You have angered the WRONG sisters, Amay and your, well...sisters. 3MB is BACK, BAYBAY!

Ahuizotl: What an IMPACT these three just made! 3MB have RETURNED, during Hope Springs Eternal, and have seemingly taken away what Amay Wythyst called her "absolution;" that Hope Springs Eternal briefcase!

-All three members of 3MB file out of the ring, before bringing themselves over the barricade to the left of the announce tables. They then begin to walk up the aisle, getting acquainted with their adoring fans as they all slap the shoulders of Aria, Adagio and Sonata-

Whooves: And now they are making their exit THROUGH the crowd! The crowd is going completely INSANE! It's like a bloody BEATLES concert in the Asylum!

Discord: Let's not go THAT far, Whooves. 3MB isn't quite on the level of The Beatles, but they're getting there.

Ahuizotl: They sure made WONDERFUL music tonight in their return to the EWF, and after this match ends, someone might want to play a song for Amay Wythyst on the world's smallest violin!

-3MB now stand at the very top of the aisleway, with Adagio in the middle, Sonata to her right, and Aria to her left. All three members then form the spelling of 3MB with their fingers. Sonata making the number "3" with her index, middle, and ring fingers. Adagio making the letter "M" with the same fingers except pointing down. And Aria making the letter "B" by holding up her index finger on one hand, and holding the index, middle, and ring finger on her other hand in the shape of a B without the line going down it, which the index finger on the other hand represents- (yes, I copied this from their debut on Lunacy because I'm too lazy to type it again. Anything that saves me some time is a good thing.)

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

Garble: DAMN RIGHT! DAMN RIGHT! YOU CAN'T KEEP A GOOD BAND DOWN, DAMMIT!

Whooves: But who is going to be the first woman to take advantage of the situation spawned by 3MB! Both The Sword and The Wythyst Family took out MOST of the competition together!

-We get our answer as Rarity, on cue, crawls into the ring from under the bottom rope-

Discord: It might be RARITY! Rarity has been through over 30 minutes of HELL by this point, but all she has to do is CLIMB. Just CLIMB up the rungs, and she'll be home free!

Ahuizotl: Easier said than done, Discord, especially when you've been through a lengthy encounter like this one. ALL of these women, not just Rarity, would have a HIGHLY difficult time scaling up a ladder at this point. They're tired, they're worn down, they can barely stand!

Discord: I understand, but you've GOTTA have enough energy to get up there and pull that contract down! That's why you're competing in this match in the FIRST PLACE! That Championship opportunity will make ALL of this suffering worth it in the long run!

-Rarity, as Ahuizotl said, IS climbing the ladder, but EXTREMELY slowly-

Whooves: And Rarity now, literally has to FORCE herself to keep going, simply for the chance to HOLD that contract! To cradle it! To clutch it! To call it her OWN! THAT is what this match is all about!

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!

Garble: And this crowd is CERTAINLY going to prove assistance through the struggle she is currently facing! These fans have supported Rarity since the VERY first episode of Lunacy, and they haven't stopped since, even when it seemed like Rarity was just that girl that had good matches, but could hardly ever win them! This has been a FANTASTIC match, and Rarity COULD win it! She could win that briefcase! She win that contract, and get ever closer to erasing that label!

-Rarity is now halfway up the rungs, as her struggle seems even more apparent now. But that doesn't stop Rarity, as she grits her teeth through all the pain she is suffering-

Ahuizotl: GET THERE, RARITY! SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BELIEVED IN YOU FOR SO LONG! GET THERE, RARIIIITYYYY!

-Just then, Berry Punch enters from under the bottom rope in front of Rarity as well, and begins crawling towards the other side of the ladder-

Whooves: And another fan favorite, Berry Punch! She's been close to making it to the top, but she's always being held at bay by a glass ceiling! Well NOW'S her time to BUST THROUGH that damn ceiling! Which one of these women are going to take the next step in their careers?! WHICH woman are just INCHES away from realizing their dream!

-Rarity is closer to the briefcase, but Berry seems to be climbing up quicker. As Berry makes it halfway up the ladder, Rarity reaches the last rung from the top, and brings both of her hands up-

Garble: Rarity's SO CLOSE, but Berry's not too far behind!

Crowd: -one half chants- LET'S GO BER-RY! -the other half chants- RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY! LET'S GO BER-RY! RAR-I-TY!

Ahuizotl: THIS CROWD HAS CHOSE A SIDE! THEY KNOW WHO THEY WANT TO WIN!

-Just before Berry is able to make it to last rung from the top, Rarity is able to unhook the briefcase, and raise it into the air to an EXTRAORDINARY amount of fanfare!-

Whooves: RARITY! Has just taken her game..to NEW HEIGHTS!

Madden: Here is YOOOOOURRRRR WIIIIIINNEEEERRR..OOOOOF HOOOOOOPE..SPPPPRRRIIIIIIINGS..EEEEEEETEEEERRRRRRNAAAAAALLLLL! RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Garble: YOU CAN ONLY HOLD SOMEBODY DOWN, FOR SO LONG, BEFORE THEY BREAK THROUGH YOUR BINDS!

Ahuizotl: Sooner or later, every dog has its day; everyone gets their chance to shine...and TONIGHT! Tonight at High Stakes, LOOK! Look who is shining BRIGHTER..than ANYBODY ELSE! RARITY! She's fought SO HARD, for SO LONG, but good things come, to those who wait!

Discord: And hardly ANYBODY has waited as long for this moment than RARITY has! This was BOUND to happen. Rarity is TOO GOOD to NOT receive at least ONE Championship match! She deserves at least ONE Championship match! And now, by virtue of winning that briefcase, she WILL get that Championship match. A match that she has worked TOOTH AND NAIL for since she came to the EWF to get!

Whooves: And Rarity has BEATEN the Eternal Women's Champion before, but that was a non-title match. We KNOW that she has what it takes! The best part about that contract is, Rarity doesn't have to wait in line any longer! She doesn't have to take a backseat to people who don't even DESERVE a Championship match, because Rarity...Rarity has EARNED the right, to challenge the Champion...ANYTIME, ANYPLACE, for up to one year, and I GUARANTEE you that she will put this opportunity to good use! And I GUARANTEE you that she WILL NOT let this opportunity get the better of her!

-Berry Punch rests her head on the rung above her in disappointment, as Rarity gingerly makes her way down to the mat, as the crowd SHOWERS her with applause and appreciation-

Garble: But let's not take ANYTHING away from the other 7 participants in this match. They all endured a GRUELING 30 minutes PLUS of hell, of the most pain that they have EVER been through! None of them will probably ever be the same again...this match, may have taken years off of their career, and possibly their LIFE.

Ahuizotl: But that is what they were willing to give up, just to have the opportunity to fight for the Championship. It was THAT important to them, but on this night, it was the MOST important to Rarity, because she found a way, despite all of the suffering she went through...she found a way to FIGHT through it all, and make it to the top of that ladder, and pull down that contract! She already had the HEART of a Champion going into this match...but NOW? She could be a Champion PERIOD when she decides to cash that baby in. It is something that has alluded her in her EWF career thus far, but sooner, rather than later, it could allude her no more.

Discord: Berry Punch was mere INCHES away from that briefcase, but Rarity got a jumpstart, and that wound up winning her this match. What an AMAZING effort Berry had at the end there, though.

Whooves: I hate to correct you, partner, but what REALLY allowed Rarity to win this match, was the sudden return of 3MB. If the lights hadn't went out, Amay Wythyst WOULD'VE won that briefcase. She was GOING to win, but 3MB prevented it from happening.

Discord: You're completely right. 3MB opened the door for people like Rarity and Berry Punch to make a run for that briefcase. But Rarity got the head start, and that was what wound up winning her this match.

-Rarity shakes the hand of Berry Punch as her feet touch the mat. Rarity smiles at Berry, while Berry has no reason to smile. She exits the ring and puts her hands on her hips, her head hanging low as she makes her way back to the locker room-

Ahuizotl: Berry Punch has NOTHING to be ashamed of. She put forth the performance of a lifetime, as she usually does. But you can tell that she was REALLY looking forward to getting another title shot. Tonight just wasn't her night, however.

Whooves: Berry Punch doesn't take very kindly to losing, especially in such huge matches like this, but you've got to admire it for not being sour towards Rarity, and shaking her hand. And you've got to admire the performances ALL of these women brought to High Stakes. I'm sure that someday, ALL of them will be Eternal Women's Championship. Or, perhaps, even World Fighter's Champion! You just never quite know with the EWF.

Crowd: THANK YOU, BER-RY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, RAR-I-TY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, MID-NIGHT! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TUUURF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, DRO-LLINS! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, WYTHYST! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TWIIIST! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: And here's the moment of truth...will they give the SAME respect for Cadance?

Crowd: -After a long pause, and after MANY a groan from the audience- ….THANK YOU, CA-DANCE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Ahuizotl: This is...THIS IS TOO MUCH.

Discord: We are in an alternate universe...I CANNOT believe what just came out of these fans' mouth!

Crowd: YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* YOU'RE STILL SHIT, THOUGH! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Garble: Ahh...THERE'S the EWF fans that we know and love! Thank gosh, too...that was getting REALLY weird…

-Rarity giggles in amusement at the EWF Universe's antics as she straddles the top rope, showcasing her new briefcase in the air, holding onto it with both hands to NOTHING but cheers-

Ahuizotl: And THAT...is the fruits of her labor. The Hope Springs Eternal briefcase. Use it wisely, Rarity, because you may NEVER get a Championship match again after this. It's all or nothing from here on out.

Whooves: If anybody will make the MOST out of this opportunity...it's Rarity. We'll just have to wait and see what her next move is.

-The camera fades out with a lasting shot of Rarity's GIGANTIC smile as she presents the EWF fans to her briefcase on the top rope, the crowd beginning a chant of, "RAR-I-TY!"-

*An EWF App plug airs*

Whooves: And if you download the EWF App right now, you will be treated to an EXCLUSIVE interview with the winner...of our next matchup tonight, after the show is over.

Garble: And this match is HUGE. It will surely be toughest match that BOTH of the participants...have ever been in. Sunset Shimmer, the Eternal Women's Champion, will defend her Championship against her greatest, and mightiest challenger to date...Scootaloo.

Ahuizotl: This is a match the world has been waiting to see. They've been desperately awaiting for a woman who could not only match Sunset's aggression, but who would be the greatest threat towards toppling her unjust reign. Tonight...Scootaloo could be that very woman.

*Out of My Way!* -the Asylum responds with a ROUSING ovation-

Discord: They're on their FEET, jumping out of their SEATS in the Asylum!

-Once Scootaloo appears on the stage, the reception gets even LOUDER, if that's even possible-

Whooves: When you think of wrestlers that possess such unthinkable amounts of courage, resiliency and heart, one of the FIRST that come to mind should be this LOVELY young lady...Scootaloo!

Discord: And I normally don't care for competitors with all that fighting spirit. I like them dark, gritty and flat-out VICIOUS, but over the past few weeks, Scootaloo has been showing signs of those characteristics. It's been a JOY to see Scootaloo BRUTALIZE Sunset when she least expects it! I know it won't be a permanent change to her attitude, but I think it's given her an edge in this rivalry.

Ahuizotl: It certainly has, because, up until that point, Sunset Shimmer was of the impression that NOBODY could match her intensity, her viciousness, but Scootaloo comes along now and does JUST that. Scootaloo threatened to break SUNSET'S arm 2 weeks ago, and this past Monday, she nailed Sunset with a microphone until blood was POURING down her forehead. All of this was simply to show Sunset that she's NOT special, that ANYONE can be despicable if they put their mind to it.

Discord: I LOVE IT! I hope Scootaloo makes her bleed AGAIN tonight!

Garble: If Sunset tries to tap into her sadistic ways, I'm sure Scootaloo will do the exact same. An eye for an eye, as they say. Scootaloo won the Queen of the Scene last month to receive this title shot, and let's examine what she had to go through. She had to go through the semi-finals AND the finals of a tournament with a previously injured arm. Her arm wasn't 100 percent. Hell, it might not have even been SEVENTY percent, but despite all of that, Scootaloo SURVIVED, she BEAT Amira, she BEAT Cadance, and now, she's looking to defeat Sunset Shimmer.

Whooves: What a way to end a HISTORIC month in the career of Scootaloo if she could pull that off! And let's note that, to this day, Scootaloo's arm STILL hasn't fully healed, and that's because in EVERY one of her matches, whether her opponent be beloved by the fans, or hated by all, they make it a habit to TARGET that injured arm, and as you can see, Scootaloo's right arm is STILL being COVERED with tape, in hopes of protecting her arm from suffering anymore damage.

Discord: That tape isn't going to stop Sunset...she'll TEAR that damn thing off, and start CHOKING Scootaloo with it!

Ahuizotl: I would be stunned if she DIDN'T do just that...but Scootaloo KNOWS the potential hell she's putting her shoulder through just by COMPETING in this match. But is that going to stop her? Your bet your ass it won't, because the Eternal Women's Championship is ON THE LINE! Scootaloo has been fighting her ENTIRE life, and all she has to do is fight ONE last time, and that Championship could be hers!

Garble: But when you're in the ring with Sunset, you can't afford to just fight. You've got to worry about all the nefarious tactics she's going to pull out of her ass. If need be, you've got to stoop to her level if you want to hope to overthrow her, and we've seen Scootaloo do some underhanded things over the past month. Perhaps that is the key to beating Sunset, to fight fire with fire. If Sunset can play that game, why can't Scootaloo?

Whooves: You're right on all of those points, but don't forget to leave out that Scootaloo should be on her A-Game, which she ALWAYS is. Sunset may be despised, she may be a coward at times, she may be a loathsome individual, but she is STILL the Champion. She was good enough to be considered as the face of Lunacy by Luna, and since winning the title, she hasn't been stopped. Tonight could be the night for change, however. Scootaloo could thwart The System's plans for global DOMINATION!

-Scootaloo jumps up on the steel steps after she makes her way down the ramp. She begins to wave her arms up and down, signaling the EWF Universe to get REALLY loud, which they oblige by-

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!

Discord: THIS IS WHAT SUCCESS SOUNDS LIKE! Scootaloo has the entire EWF Universe in the palm of her hand! All she needs is the Eternal Women's Championship, and she is SET.

Ahuizotl: Scootaloo as the Champion is, and I know I'm in the majority when I say this...BEST FOR BUSINESS. Hopefully it becomes a reality here tonight.

-Scootaloo begins rotating her hurt shoulder, preparing it for the war it is about to undertake-

*And now...it's all o-ver now…* -as you could imagine, the Sublime and Lunacy fans waste NO time in booing Sunset out of the building, and she hasn't even entered the arena yet-

Whooves: It's AMAZING how quickly the mood can change from one wrestler to another…

-Sunset Shimmer appears on the stage, smirking, as usual, and not letting the fans' reaction get to her. Many of the boos cease at this moment as the crowd realizes what Sunset is wearing tonight. It is a full-body costume, the same color as Sunset's skin, that depicts her actual, legitimate bodily features. On the front, it showcases Sunset's breasts and her vagina (though that part is covered up by her Championship), and on the back, it shows off her ass-

Garble: That is the kind of affect Sunset has on these cro-WHOA HOHOOOOO! -his voice goes high pitched as he stares at Sunset- WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!?

Discord: THAT IS….THAT IS…...UHHHH…..UHHHH! -he begins whispering to his broadcast partners- Can….can we be SHOWING this? Shouldn't her naughty bits be...blurred out?

Ahuizotl: Well uhh...this IS a pay per view, and pay per views don't have to follow a TV Rating, so it looks like uhhh...like Sunset Shimmer decided to take advantage of that…

Whooves: -he gulps loudly- G-gentlemen...I know it's just an outfit, but I am going to get a VERY angry text from my wife soon if I don't turn away…

Discord: You go away and do that then. More ogling for ME! WOWZA! -he shakes his face- Take a look at the Eternal Women's Champion in, literally, ALL of her glory! A former COVERGIRL of Hustler magazine! One of the HOTTEST superstars in the EWF, in MORE ways than one!

Ahuizotl: I uhhh...I-I'm sorry….I-I'm SPEECHLESS...Sunset Shimmer has WOWED this crowd, and the bell hasn't even RUNG yet!

Garble: JESUS CHRIST….I mean, I DESPISE the woman, but….JESUS CHRIST...she has absolutely ZERO dignity, but I am PERFECTLY FINE with that!

Ahuizotl: I just...WOW. Sunset Shimmer, the Eternal Women's Champion, looking to enter EVERY male fan in attendance's DREAMS tonight!

Discord: What kind of dreams are we talking about here?

Ahuizotl: Uhhh...y-you know…

Discord: Yeah, I think I know what you're getting at, and yeah, she'll be there.

-A small chant of, "PUT SOME CLOTHES ON" begins as Sunset makes her way down to the ramp, enjoying all of the stunned expressions on the fans' faces-

Garble: This is EXACTLY what Sunset wanted. She's an attention whore. ALL eyes have to be on her at ALL times, and to take all of the attention away from her opponent, she dressed up like...like THIS. To take the spotlight AWAY from her.

Discord: Well, it's working...I honestly forgot Scootaloo was even in the ring until now. Then again, my brain stopped functioning COMPLETELY once Sunset made her way out here.

Garble: But in regards to her being booed, it's the type of reception you get on a weekly basis when you grow the reputation of being an overbearing, snotty cunt. And whether she wins or loses tonight, nothing will change. People will probably name their BABIES after Scootaloo if she is able to win the title! THAT is how ecstatic they'll be.

Ahuizotl: We saw earlier in BOTH of Lunacy's ladder matches how, after the conclusion, SOMEHOW, Cadance AND Shining Armor were given a bit of respect from the crowd. I wonder if this match is as barbaric and grueling as those matches were, if the fans will give Sunset even a LITTLE bit of respect.

Garble: Let me answer that for you honestly, 'Zotl….nah. Maybe if that was a ladder match, and that's a BIG maybe, but this is just a regular, old school wrestling bout. It won't be barbaric, at least not like the way it could be like the ladder matches we've been seeing were. This could be a DIFFERENT kind of barbaric, as either Sunset, Scootaloo, or BOTH of them are going to initiate the thrashing of a LIFETIME onto one another!

Discord: Sunset claimed that tonight, she would physically RIP Scootaloo's shoulder OFF OF HER BODY, and then use it to uhh...pleasure herself...I guess it's going to be a lot easier to do that because, well...I'm not sure what's under that title belt of hers, but I've got a GOOD feeling that it will make masturbation MUCH easier…

-Sunset enters the ring through the middle rope, as the camera gets a great shot of her literal butt-

Whooves: Is...is her entrance over yet?

Discord: Whooves, she's going to be dressed like this for the ENTIRE match. Quit worrying about your prudish wife. If she really wants her husband to NOT HAVE A JOB, then go ahead, I guess, and DON'T call the match.

Whooves: Oh, alright! -he looks ahead, and opens his eyes again, immediately yelling at the sight of Sunset as she removes her Championship from her waist, revealing her pussy in the form of clothing- GOOD GOD! PUT THAT...PUT ALL OF YOUR BODY AWAY! CONCEAL IT, WOMAN!

Discord: IT'S NOT REALLY HER BODY, WHOOVES! IT'S JUST THE DESIGN OF HER OUTFIT!

Whooves: BUT I'M SURE IT WAS MODELED AFTER HER ACTUAL BODY! HER BREASTS LOOK TO BE THE SAME SIZE AS TO HOW THEY REALLY ARE!

Discord: Okay, NOW I don't blame your wife for sending you an angry text, because it sounds to me like you're an EXPERT on Sunset's body, mainly the size of her bust.

Whooves: URGH! Damn you, man! You're going to get me into some SERIOUS trouble!

Discord: Hey, YOU said it, not me.

Whooves: Grrrrr…..

Crowd: -to Sunset- YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH! YOU'RE SO SEX-Y! BUT-YOU'RE-STILL-A-BITCH!

Discord: Bitchiness can make a woman even MORE sexy, if you ask me. But Sunset is downright EVIL, and I just don't know how I feel about that...but yes, she is INCREDIBLY sexy.

-Scootaloo is not phased by Sunset's sexiness, as she stares at her Championship with vested interest-

Garble: If Sunset was hoping to throw Scootaloo off of her game with that getup, I hope she wasn't planning on being severely disappointed. I don't think Scootaloo is into that kind of thing in the first place.

Ahuizotl: The only thing she is "into" is the Championship that Sunset holds, and that is the only reason why this matchup came about.

-Scootaloo and Sunset each stand at the two sides of the ring, facing one another as the normal lights dim, turning the entire arena black except for a white light that shines in the ring, signifying that both the competitors in this match deserve the spotlight, and signifying that this is a bigtime Championship match-

Madden: -as the bell rings- The following conteeest, scheduled for ONEEE FAAAAALL..iiiis, for theee EEEEETEERRRRNAAAAAL..WOOOOOMEEEEN'S CHAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOONSHIIIP…-the crowd cheers in anticipation- introducing FIRST! The CHALLENGEEERRR..froooooom LOOOOONEYYYVIIIIILLEEE! Weighing in at 119 POOOOOOUNDS..SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! -the crowd cheers with all of their heart, as another "SCOO-TA-LOO" chant breaks out- Aaaaand HER OPPONENT! Froooooom CAAAAAAANTERRRRLOOOOOT! Weighing in at 136 POOOOOUNDS...she iiiis, the EEEETEEERRRRRNAAAAAL..WOOOOOMEEEEEN'S CHAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOON..SUUUUUUNSEEEEEEEEET..SHHHHHHIIIIIIMMEEEERRRR! -the crowd boos wildly as Sunset holds her title up into the air with both hands, before handing it over to the referee, wiping a bit of drool from his mouth with her thumb. The referee begins to raise the title into the air, showcasing it to all of the fans-

Scootaloo: I know you're a slut and all, Sunset, but is dressing up like one completely necessary?

Sunset: Why? Are you...distracted? -she twirls a lock of her hair-

Scootaloo: Not at all. You look positively ridiculous, if you ask me.

Sunset: I've got to show off the goods for everyone. -she mushes her breasts together by pressing on each of them with one of her hands- You're flat chested, so you wouldn't know anything about that. -she smirks-

Scootaloo: I'm about to leave you lying FLAT on your BACK. How about you stop worrying about how hot you look and let's DO THIS!

-The referee calls for the match to begin, much to the crowd's excitement-

Match 10: Eternal Women's Championship - Scootaloo vs Sunset Shimmer

-The two women begin walking around the perimeter of the ring, sizing each other up. Once Sunset gets close enough to Scootaloo, she makes her pay for it by launching a devastating roundhouse kick into her right shoulder which creates a loud slapping sound-

Garble: -as Sunset immediately recoils in pain- JESUS! What a hell of a SHOT by Scootaloo, ironically enough, to SUNSET'S right arm! Which is the part of the body Sunset has threatened she would RIP away from Scootaloo!

Whooves: Perhaps the challenger is going to focus her attack on the CHAMPION'S arm.

-As Sunset advances towards Scootaloo again, she receives another hellacious roundhouse to her right arm-

Ahuizotl: It looks that way so far!

Crowd: BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM! BREAK HER ARM!

-Scootaloo plans to do just that, as she grabs a hold of Sunset's right arm and places it over the middle rope. She then immediately grabs her wrist and begins pulling on it, causing the rope to add more pressure to Sunset's arm-

Whooves: And a DEVIOUS strategy by Scootaloo, wrapping Sunset's arm OVER the middle rope and then using it to further damage it!

Referee: 1! 2! 3! 4! -Scootaloo backs away from the ropes, putting her hands up-

Discord: And of course, she knows the rules. She has to break before 5.

-Scootaloo then runs at Sunset, kicking a part of the middle rope, which vibrates it and sends it smacking into Sunset's arm multiple times, causing her to writhe in pain-

Ahuizotl: OH! And that steel cable reverberates back into the arm of Sunset, causing further affliction!

Discord: Scootaloo is on a TEAR right now, and I LOVE it!

-Scootaloo does the same thing multiple times, kicking at the middle rope until Sunset forces her arm off of the rope and lays on the mat, clutching at her arm in pain-

Garble: THIS is what Sunset Shimmer has brought out of Scootaloo! She's now more cruel and ferocious than EVER before!

-6 minutes later-

-Scootaloo now has Sunset perched on the top rope. She jumps up onto the middle rope, then the top rope, and then from there she jumps over to the left, which is where Sunset is, wrapping her legs around Sunset's head when she does so. She tries to pull Sunset down with her, but Sunset is able to hold on by grabbing the top rope with both hands-

Ahuizotl: The Frankensteiner is blocked!

Discord: All the blood is rushing to Scootaloo's head now. She needs to get OUT of that position, and quick!

-Sunset will help her with that. She reaches down and grabs onto Scootaloo's right arm with both hands. She then moves herself off of the top rope as she pulls Scootaloo's arm up. Scootaloo is now back on her feet as Sunset has herself dangling upside down over the top rope, her legs wrapped around Scootaloo's arm and she yanks on it, pulling it across the top rope-

Garble: OWW OWW OWWWWW! And now SUNSET doing damage to Scootaloo's arm!

Referee: 1! 2! 3! 4! -At 4 and a half, Sunset releases Scootaloo's arm and lets herself fall safely backflip over and land on her feet on the floor-

Sunset: -to the referee- I've wrestled a match before, ya know? I think I understand the rules. -she rolls her eyes as she gets back into the ring-

Discord: The Eternal Women's Champion getting extra SASSY. I love it! And I love the aggression both she and Scootaloo have shown to the point.

-Sunset comes running towards Scootaloo, but she AND the crowd are completely stunned as Scootaloo jumps up at Sunset, grabs onto her right arm with both hands, flips Sunset over onto her back, and as soon as Sunset's back hits the mat, Scootaloo lays across the mat in a position where her legs are lying across Sunset's chest. Scootaloo's back is to the mat as she places Sunset's arm between Scootaloo's legs and begins tugging, yanking, pulling and whatever other synonyms you can think of on her arm, as the crowd pops HUGE- (here's a gif if anybody can't envision what this looks like: gyazodotcom/ffc44c3a44724cbb92d47fc6bb18515d )

Whooves: AND SCOOTALOO! TAKES SUNSET DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A FLYING CROSS ARMBAR!

Garble: THAT WAS AMAZING! SCOOTALOO LEAPT OFF HER FEET, GRABBED A HOLD OF SUNSET'S ARM, AND WRESTLED HER TO THE GROUND!

Ahuizotl: SCOOTALOO COULD FORCE SUNSET TO RELINQUISH HER TITLE RIGHT HERE WITH THIS ARMBAR! She's put Sunset's arm through hell already, but this could be what does her in!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Discord: What a HUMONGOUS statement it would be for Scootaloo to make the Eternal Women's Champion lose her title by SUBMISSION! Scootaloo has utilized the Bow & Arrow MANY a time in her career, but if she wins the title here, she may as well add that cross armbar to her repertoire!

-Scootaloo is grunting as she applies as much pressures as she can to Sunset's arm. Sunset is kicking her feet in all directions, but she is nowhere near close to the ropes. The only hope she has is to reach one of her feet over and drive it into the hurt shoulder of Scootaloo. This causes Scootaloo to scream in agony, but she continues to keep the hold locked in-

Garble: Sunset may have found her way out of this predicament, but Scootaloo ISN'T BUDGING!

Ahuizotl: Both women, causing each other IMMENSE pain here! But which one will fold first?! Will Sunset tap out, or will Scootaloo release the hold?!

-After a few more well-placed kicks to Scootaloo's arm, we find our answer as Scootaloo releases the armbar on Sunset, the crowd INSTANTLY breaking out into a boofest-

Garble: Aww, dammit! The pain was too much for Scootaloo to bear!

Whooves: She had to let the submission go or risk losing ALL of the feeling in her arm. Say what you will about Sunset Shimmer, but she knows how to remove herself from MANY a tight situation.

-Both Sunset and Scootaloo are lying on the mat, grabbing at their arms in agony-

-7 minutes later-

-Sunset is busy recuperating outside of the ring at the bottom of the ramp. Meanwhile, Scootaloo exits the ring and stands next to the barricade towards the right of the announce table-

Whooves: I've got a STRONG feeling that Scootaloo is about to WOW this crowd!

Ahuizotl: I think you might be right...she's got her opponent in familiar territoryyyy!

-Scootaloo runs towards Sunset's direction as she rises to her feet. She jumps up and grabs onto the bar that connects the turnbuckle to the ringpost with one hand, and the bottom rope with the other. Scootaloo uses this momentum to propel herself THROUGH the middle and bottom turnbuckles. As she is soaring through the air, Sunset turns her momentum against her as she snatches Scootaloo out of the air, with each of her hands on one of her sides-

Discord: SCOOTALOO GOT CAUGHT! THE CHAMPION CATCHES SCOOTALOO!

-Sunset turns towards her left, walks up a little bit and LAUNCHES Scootaloo out of her grasp and sends her SMASHING into the barricade, ribs-first, a large OHHHHH following from the crowd!-

Whooves: OHHH! AND THE CHALLENGER IS SENT FLYING INTO THE PROTECTIVE PADDING OF THE BARRICADE WHICH HOUSES PURE STEEL UNDERNEATH!

-Scootaloo is dangling on the barricade for a while as Sunset gets back into the ring, urging the referee to count faster. Scootaloo falls off of the barricade, doing an impromptu frontflip as she falls to the ground on her back-

Garble: We saw that sequence before at The Royal Rumble last month! In the Queen of the Scene finals, Scootaloo took that same leap and SLID herself THROUGH the opening between the bottom the middle turnbuckles, and she CAPTIVATED this crowd as she then grabbed onto Amira, twisted her around and SPIKED her head into the ground with a Tornado DDT!-

Ahuizotl: It was one of the GREATEST maneuvers we have ever SEEN, and as much as Scootaloo wanted to give Sunset that same DDT, the Champion had it scouted, and she'll make her think twice about attempting it on her again!-

Whooves: But what it LOST in translation during all of this is that the referee is at a SIX count right now. If Scootaloo can't get back in the ring soon, Sunset will RETAIN her title via countout!

Crowd: -they realize this- 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!

Garble: She'll do it! Sure, she took a BRUTAL bump on the top of that barricade, but there's NO way she won't be able to make her way back into the ring after all the support this crowd's been giving her!

Referee: 8! ….-Sunset begins looking back and forth between the referee and Scootaloo, desperately hoping that she is out of the game completely- 9!

Discord: CAN SHE MAKE IT CAN SHE MAKE IT?! IT'S GONNA BE CLOSE!

-With literally SECONDS to spare, Scootaloo is able to jump up from her crawling position on the floor and slide half of her body under the bottom rope-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd cheers wildly, happy their hero was able to make it back in- SHE MADE IT! SCOOTALOO MADE IT! SCOOTALOO'S DREAM IS NOT OVER YET!

-Sunset is enraged by the fact that Scootaloo didn't stay down-

Whooves: And Sunset Shimmer is NOT happy about it! She would've DEFINITELY taken the countout victory. THAT is the kind of Champion that she is! The POLAR opposite of what Scootaloo would be!

-5 minutes later-

-As Scootaloo lies on her stomach in the center of the ring, Sunset lies on Scootaloo's back, putting all of her weight on Scootaloo to prevent her from moving. Scootaloo's right arm is then hooked and pulled back into Sunset's body, which stretches her forearm, bicep and pectoral muscles-

Ahuizotl: FUJIWARA ARMBAR! SUNSET HAS SCOOTALOO TRAPPED IN THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

Garble: THE HUMAN ARM SHOULD NOT BE BENT IN THE WAY SUNSET IS BENDING IT!

-Scootaloo is screeching, howling in pain as Sunset bends her arm back as far as it will go-

Crowd: PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!

Discord: Scootaloo..she may have no choice BUT to tap! Otherwise, that arm that has been through SO much punishment over the past month may finally SNAP from the excessive torment!

Whooves: BUT SCOOTALOO HAS NEVER GIVEN UP IN HER LIFE! SHE CAN'T GIVE UP NOW! WITH HOW CORRUPTED THE SYSTEM IS, WHO KNOWS IF SHE'LL EVER GET ANOTHER CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AGAIN?! Fight it, Scootaloo! FIGHT IT!

Discord: But is it really worth it? I know what a proud competitor she is, but is it really worth getting your arm torn off JUST to say that you didn't give up? That's STUPID!

Ahuizotl: I think I'll have to agree with Discord, here. Scootaloo isn't close enough to the ropes, and Sunset has this armbar cinched in EXPERTLY! Is there even ANY way to escape it?!

-Scootaloo is trying her damndest to escape it, as she has to use her other arm to begin to crawl across the mat, in hopes of reaching the ropes in front of her-

Garble: She's making it towards the ropes! That may be her ONLY way out of this excruciating hold!

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!

Ahuizotl: These fans, no matter what, will ALWAYS be behind Scootaloo! They want her to pull this off in the WORST of ways! Not JUST because they hate Sunset, but because Scootaloo is a wonderful, genuine human being, and she DESERVES that Championship more than just about anybody!

Discord: Well she'd BETTER touch those ropes if she wants to have ANY hope of getting to hold the title!

-After a while, Scootaloo's free hand is in reaching distance of the middle rope. Sunset realizes this, so she takes one of her legs and ELONGATES it over Scootaloo's head, proceeding to STOMP on that hand, desperately trying to make it retreat back to Scootaloo's side-

Garble: -as the crowd OHHHHs in amazement of how far Sunset is willing to go- JESUS! GOOD GOD! SUNSET SHIMMER IS TRAMPLING OVER THE HAND, THE FINGERS OF SCOOTALOO! DOING ANYTHING SHE CAN TO KEEP HER OUT OF REACH FROM THE ROPES!

Discord: THAT IS PURE MALICIOUSNESS! SO NASTY AND MERCILESS! -he then says in a growling-like voice- I LOVE IT!

Whooves: I don't think I've ever seen such an acute combination of flexibility and fiendishness all at once!

-Sunset continues to stomp on Scootaloo's fingers, soon bringing tears to Scootaloo's eyes as Sunset sports a violent glare as she grits her teeth as a result of the passionate force at which she is stomping on Scootaloo's hand-

Discord: Scootaloo is CRYING. Sunset Shimmer has brought TEARS to the eyes of her opponent!

Whooves: And I'm sure, if she could see Scootaloo's face, she would be in EUPHORIA over that fact…

Garble: And not only does Scootaloo have to deal with her hand getting stepped on, but Sunset still CONTINUES to apply that armbar, so she has to endure THAT, as well! EITHER of these vicious tactics could force Scootaloo to tap out!

-Through all of the pain and agony, Scootaloo is able to quickly bring her arm up as Sunset drives it down and wraps her hand around Sunset's ankle-

Ahuizotl: Scootaloo's got Sunset's leg!

Discord: Well, alright. That stops the pain in her hand, but how's she going to alleviate the pain of her OTHER arm?

-Scootaloo quickly releases her grasp on Sunset's leg and is able to reach forward enough to grab the bottom rope, as the crowd begins cheering hugley for her fighting spirits-

Whooves: SHE MAKES IT TO THE ROPES!

Ahuizotl: What a great tactic, grabbing a hold of the foot to cut off the damage being dealt by it and then seizing the bottom rope before Sunset could resume her attack!

Referee: 4! -Sunset releases her armbar before she is disqualified. She then grabs a handful of Scootaloo's hair and jerks her head towards her eyes, so that she can look right into them. Once Sunset notices Scootaloo's tears, she discharges her tongue from her mouth and sweeps it from the bottom of her cheek to the top of her eyelid, collecting all of the loose tears into her mouth. Much of the crowd boos the action as Sunset looks out into the crowd with an aroused grin on her face before slamming Scootaloo's face into the mat-

Garble: Euuuuughhhhh! What the FUCK is wrong with her…?

Whooves: What a perverse, SICKENING human being Sunset Shimmer is...LICKING the excess tears from Scootaloo's face that were leftover as a result of her stomping on her hand! I think I might be sick…

Ahuizotl: She's simply REVOLTING! And she LIKES it! She ENJOYS the taste of Scootaloo's tears! If she is victorious in this match, if she could, she would lap up the tears of EVERY SINGLE audience member without HESITATION!

Crowd: THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y! THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y! THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y! THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y! THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y! THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y! THAT IS CREE-PY-BUT KIND OF SEX-Y!

Garble: I don't know about that...I only agree with the whole "creepy" aspect…

-5 minutes later-

-Scootaloo runs towards Sunset, jumping into the air, performing a somersault in mid-air as she heads for Sunset. But Sunset is able to duck out of the way, and unfortunately, Scootaloo crashes into the referee behind Sunset, immediately taking him down to the mat-

Ahuizotl: OH NO! THE REFEREE IS OUT COLD!

Garble: I'm not sure if Sunset KNEW that it would happen, or if it was a mere accident, but either way, without a referee, this contest could break down into chaos, JUST like the ladder matches!

Whooves: Scootaloo was looking to, perhaps finish off Sunset with Stunted Growth, but she wound up INADVERTENTLY taking out the referee, and now this match could deteriorate into complete BEDLAM!

-Scootaloo gets to her feet, her hands over her head as she is visibly frustrated that the referee has been taken out of the equation. As her eyes are taken away from Sunset, Sunset comes up from behind, grabs both of Scootaloo's arms, hooks them behind her back. She then lifts Scootaloo up into the air before letting her go. Scootaloo falls down as Sunset jumps into the air, bringing her knees out. Sunset drops down to the mat on her back as Scootaloo's gut drops onto her knees-

Discord: WHY on EARTH would Scootaloo take her eyes off of Sunset for ANY reason?!

Ahuizotl: Well, that's what happens when you do. The Pleasure Seeker by Sunset Shimmer! The Underhook Gutbuster.

-Sunset then rolls out of the ring and approaches the timekeeper's area, forcefully GRABBING her belt away from the man who was holding it for her. She then rolls back into the ring-

Garble: Uh oh...and with the referee incapacitated, Sunset is looking to use her beloved Championship belt to incapacitate SCOOTALOO!

Ahuizotl: That's certainly not an easy feat, but that Championship very well could get the job done!

-The crowd is booing mercilessly as Sunset waits for Scootaloo to rise to her feet, a sadistic grin plastered across her face. Once Scootaloo does get to her feet, Sunset begins charging at her. Scootaloo turns around and instinctively jumps into the air, hitting Sunset with a hurricanrana that gets the fans back to cheering-

Whooves: WHAT A COUNTER! AS SOON AS SCOOTALOO TURNED AROUND, SHE EXECUTED A DAZZLING HURRICANRANA ON SUNSET!

Ahuizotl: It's almost as if she somehow KNEW that Sunset would be waiting for her with some dastardly scheme!

-Scootaloo rises to her feet and picks up the Eternal Women's Championship from the mat, which causes the crowd's cheers to RISE by a few decibels-

Discord: OH, OKAY. NOW the fans cheer! NOW it's okay to cheat! These massive HYPOCRITES!

Whooves: Nobody said it was the right thing to do, Discord. But the fans appreciate it because Scootaloo is sticking to her guns! She said, if Sunset tried to bend the rules, then she would do the same!

-Sunset quickly rises to her feet, but winds up wishing she didn't, as, when she turns around, Scootaloo lunges at her with her own title belt, smacking her in the face with it and dropping her to the mat to a THUNDEROUS ovation-

Garble: SUNSET'S DOWN! SUNSET'S DOWN! SCOOTALOO MAY HAVE JUST PUT AN EXCLAMATION POINT, ON WHAT COULD BE THE DAWNING OF A NEW CHAMPIONSHIP ERA!

-Scootaloo throws the title to the side and shakes the referee, which brings him back to the land of the living. She then hooks the leg of Sunset, as the referee slowly crawls over-

Whooves: COME ON, REFEREE! MAKE THE COUNT! HE'S STILL OUT OF IT!

-The referee begins to count very slowly-

*1….2…*

Whooves: DING. DONG. THE WITCH IS DEA- -Sunset just BARELY gets her shoulder up before the three count, as the entire crowd lets out one large OHHHHHHHHHHH!- NOOO! SHE KICKED OUT!

Discord: She's not dead yet! And you might not be able to EVER kill THIS witch! She could be too wicked to die!

Ahuizotl: Well, that's not going to stop Scootaloo from trying! We've seen just now what she's willing to do...she just has to go FURTHER. As far as SUNSET herself would go!

Crowd: THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE!

Whooves: I'm afraid it wasn't fans. I'm afraid the title reign of Sunset Shimmer, for now, is still alive and well. BUT...that could all change here, soon. Sunset MAY have kicked out, but there's no doubt that she's been heavily stunned after that shot with the title belt. Scootaloo may win the title win just ONE last big move.

Discord: But can Scootaloo's arm hold up for that long? We've seen Sunset brutalize it for nearly this ENTIRE match, damn-near rendering it USELESS!

-The crowd's cheers reach an entirely new decibel as a figure is spotted running through the crowd. She appears in the timekeeper's area, running through it and then towards the referee. When she reaches him, she bring her arms under the bottom rope and grabs a hold of the referee's feet, promptly pulling him down to the floor-

Garble: IT'S TRIXIE! THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE IS HERE!

Ahuizotl: Like a vigilante, swooping in at the middle of the night, Trixie is here to make everything right! She's no longer under the thumb of The System, so we know EXACTLY why she's out here! To help bring Sunset Shimmer's Championship reign to an END!

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

Whooves: The referee IS out of commission again, so she can relatively interfere in WHATEVER way she pleases!

-Trixie walks back over to the timekeeper's area and picks up a steel chair. With a smirk, she slides both herself and the chair into the ring, eyeing nobody else but Sunset-

Ahuizotl: She's got that mighty equalizer! Scootaloo used the title belt to her advantage, and now Trixie has chosen a steel chair to drive the final nail into the coffin known as Sunset Shimmer's title reign!

Crowd: FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!

-Sunset is looking up at Trixie with pleading eyes as she sits on her knees in the ring. Just when it seems like there is no hope for her, Trixie is struck in the back of the head, which knocks her down to the mat to nothing but jeers-

Discord: CADANCE! CADANCE JUST SILENCED TRIXIE'S INTENTIONS WITH THAT LEAD PIPE!

Ahuizotl: NOOOO! TRIXIE WAS GOING TO BASH HER BRAINS IN WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!

-Cadance looks down at Trixie's limp body with a deathly glare. She then looks at Sunset with a sadistic smirk, one that Sunset returns to her. Cadance walks over and holds out a hand, which Sunset gladly accepts as Cadance brings her to her feet-

Garble: CADANCE CAME OUT HERE TO PUT AN END TO TRIXIE'S TREACHERY! SHE CAME THROUGH THE CROWD! WE SAW HER PASS RIGHT BY OUR TABLE AND ENTER THE RING BEHIND TRIXIE!

Whooves: Whenever a member of The System is in trouble, another member will always be around to aid them...unfortunately for Trixie, it happened to be the woman she turned her back on earlier tonight...Cadance.

-Cadance steps aside and, as Scootaloo makes it to her feet, she BASHES the steel pipe into the back of her head. Scootaloo wobbles a bit before finally falling face-first into the mat, with the crowd booing passionately-

Ahuizotl: AND ANOTHER VINDICTIVE SHOT WITH THAT LEAD PIPE! A SECRET WEAPON THAT HAS BEEN IN THE SYSTEM'S ARSENAL FOR MONTHS NOW!

Discord: Scootaloo had the title belt, Trixie had the steel chair, but Cadance brought a lead pipe to the dance, and it seems like on this night, the lead pipe is going to do what the other two aforementioned weapons COULDN'T...finish the job.

Crowd: FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, CA-DANCE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP*

Sunset: -as she lifts up Scootaloo- Oh, I'm definitely going to! -she gives Cadance a seductive wink as she puts her arms underneath Scootaloo's arms and grabs Scootaloo's legs by the knees. Sunset then lifts Scootaloo until she is upside down, and drops to a sitting position with Scootaloo's head between her thighs-

Garble: The Last Sunset...DEADLY...absolutely DEADLY. No one has EVER kicked out of that Package Piledriver…

Whooves: If ANYONE can be the first, it'll be SCOOTALOO! COME ON, SCOOTS!

Ahuizotl: There is currently no referee in place, though!

-Cadance waves another referee down to the ring, and when one begins to rush down the stage to a chorus of boos, Cadance grins-

Whooves: Oh OF COURSE! OF COURSE there's a READY-MADE referee available WHENEVER The System needs one! But when SCOOTALOO needs one, she has to REVIVE the one that was previously taken out!

-The referee slides into the ring and is ready to count whatever he has to-

Sunset: -looks annoyed that it took him so long to get here- Took you long enough…-she drops to her knees and hooks Scootaloo's leg-

Garble: KICKOUT, SCOOTALOO KICKOUT KICKOUT KICKOOOOOUUUUUUT!

-The referee's hand hits the mat for the unfortunate third time, as the crowd absolutely UNLOADS with nothing but hatred towards Sunset and Cadance-

Ahuizotl: Dammit! DAMMIT ALL TO HELL! The System's power remains in-tact...

Madden: Here is YOOOOOUUURRRR WIIIINNNEEERRR..AAAAAND STIIIIIIIILL..EEEETEEERRRRRRNAAAAAL..WOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEN'S CHAAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOON..SUUUUUUUUUNSEEEEEEEET...SHIIIIIIIIIIIMMEEEEERRRRRR! -the most boos heard ALL NIGHT happens right here as Cadance gets into the ring and, having already been in possession of Sunset's title, hands it to her. Sunset proudly accepts it before accepting a hug from Cadance and then sensually accepting her tongue into her mouth-

Whooves: And now this REPULSIVE celebration…

Discord: Oh, Whooves...you're just jealous because you're wife never kisses you like that!

Whooves: It's not needed! Nobody wants to see it, and nobody wants to see Sunset Shimmer as Eternal Women's Champion, and we were OH so close to being DONE with that!

Ahuizotl: If Cadance would've never intervened on Sunset's behalf, I believe that Scootaloo would be celebrating her reign as the NEW Eternal Women's Champion RIGHT NOW. The deck was stacked against Scootaloo rom the VERY beginning. An injured arm, the fact that she was fighting The System's favorite wrestler, but despite it all, Scootaloo gave it her VERY best effort, and she NEARLY came away with the Championship in the end!

Discord: Yes, NEARLY. I admit, it's incredibly sad to not see her win the big one, but I don't want to hear ANYONE say that this is unfair, because it's NOT. Scootaloo used the Championship on Sunset, which is what Sunset would've done as well. Cadance came to save her, or ONE of her lovers, just like Trixie came out here to "save" the EWF from a tyrannical Champion.

Garble: I certainly won't say it's unfair, because you're right. But now we have to deal with yet another UNBEARABLE month with Sunset Shimmer as the Champion. THAT is what I am NOT looking forward to at all…

Whooves: NONE of us are, my friend. But that is what happens when the Champion surrounds herself with as many allies as possible. Sunset Shimmer may very well be bulletpr- -Whooves is silenced as, while Cadance raises the hand of Sunset, while Sunset is raising her belt with the other hand, Cadance is STUCK in the back with a steel chair from Trixie. Cadance falls to the mat, and Sunset drops her title to the mat in shock-

Ahuizotl: CADANCE HAS BEEN TAKEN OUT! TRIXIE HAS EMERGED AFTER THAT SNEAK ATTACK WITH THE LEAD PIPE!

-Sunset turns to meet the assailant, and she gets WALLOPED in the forehead with the same steel chair, which knocks HER to the mat, as well-

Garble: A DEAFENING DELIVERY WITH THAT DAMN CHAIR! TRIXIE IS STRIKING BACK AT HER FORMER STABLEMATES!

-The crowd could NOT be any happy to see this as Trixie stands over both Sunset and Cadance with a stern glare on her face as she looks down at them-

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

Whooves: Trixie has become a HERO tonight in the eyes of the EWF Universe! She could forever be known as the woman who DOUBLE-CROSSED The System, and LIVED to tell the story!

-Trixie averts her eyes from Sunset, and instead looks at what is lying next to her hand...the Eternal Women's Championship. The crowd is going NUTS as Trixie picks it up, holding it in both of her palms and staring at it lustfully-

Discord: That remains to be seen, but it looks to me like Trixie would rather be known as the Eternal Women's CHAMPION!

-Trixie quickly takes her eyes off of the Championship and has to use it to protect herself as she SLAMS it into the head of Cadance, who had just rose to her feet-

Garble: THAT should be enough to wipe out the arrogant annoyance known as Cadance!

-Trixie then lays the title back down on the mat, slowly as she begins eyeing Sunset again. She decide to calmly bring Sunset to her feet, staring at her in the eyes before locking in the Ursa Lock on her, making the crowd absolutely fall in LOVE with her!-

Ahuizotl: OHHHHHH! AND TO RUB SALT IN THE WOUND, SUNSET SHIMMER HAS BEEN INSERTED INTO THE DREADED URSA LOCK!

Whooves: This move has won Trixie a World Championship before, and VERY soon down the road, it could win her ANOTHER one!

-It isn't long that Sunset is in the hold before she actually TAPS OUT, as the crowd's cheers are of the COLOSSAL variety-

Garble: SUNSET'S TAPPING OUT! AND NOT JUST WEAKLY...SUNSET SHIMMER IS TAPPING OUT FRANTICALLY! LIKE SHE WANTS TO GET OUT OF THIS HOLD RIGHT NOW!

-Trixie, after many more seconds, finally releases the hold, and allows Sunset to fall to the mat, her entire body limp. She then picks the Championship BACK up, and boldly HOLDS it above her head-

Whooves: LOOK AT THIS! In true Trixie fashion, she's cockily holding SUNSET'S own Championship HIGH above her head!

-Trixie's theme music hits as Trixie looks down at Sunset, gaining a large smirk on her face as she looks up at the title in the air, LOVING the way it feels in her hands as the crowd supplies NOTHING but admiration-

Discord: Trixie has just made her intentions LOUD AND CLEAR. She has held gold before, and, if given the opportunity, she will be the one to end Sunset Shimmer's unjust reign...you said she isn't bulletproof, Whooves? Well, Trixie just forced her to TAP OUT to the Ursa Lock. And if Sunset can submit when there ISN'T a match going on, then she can sure as hell submit WHEN a match is going on.

Garble: And TRIXIE could be the one to make Sunset submit, and bring that Championship home with her. Somehow, though, after the events that have transpired tonight, I don't think Luna is too keen on giving Trixie a title shot, but we'll see. If anybody can find her way into a bigtime title match, it's Trixie.

Ahuizotl: Tonight turned out TERRIBLY for Scootaloo, but TRIXIE has found her way into the limelight, and if she has anything to say about it, she will be staying in the limelight for a long, LONG time.

Whooves: The fans may be saddened by the loss of Scootaloo, but now they have a NEW horse that they can back, and her name...is Trixie.

-The screen fades with a final shot of Trixie still holding up the Eternal Women's Championship, as the crowd continues to chant, "TRI-XIE!"-

-The camera moves to the locker room of Giz Hero, as he is sitting on a bench, staring at his Championship as he holds it with both of his hands-

Flitter: -rubbing her boyfriend's back as she sits next to him- Why are you staring at your title like you're never going to see it again after tonight?

Giz: Oh no, it's not that. I KNOW that this belt is coming home with me tonight. But sometimes, I just can't help but...just stare at it. My life has been moving at a hundred miles an hour since I won it, and I haven't even really had a chance to just...take everything in.

Cloudchaser: Well, you're going to have even MORE time to do just that, because you're not losing that title tonight. -she shakes her head- I know that, and so does Flitter.

Giz: -he smiles as he looks up at Cloudchaser, and then over at Flitter- Thank you, girls. The support from all of the fans is wonderful, but what I'm REALLY elated about, more than ANYTHING, is that I have the undying support of both of you.

Flitter: -she grins as she wraps her arms around her boyfriend's waist- You're going to have our support for your ENTIRE match, because Cloudchaser and I would NEVER miss being at ringside for one of your title defenses.

Giz: -frowning a bit- Well, if this were any other night, I would be ECSTATIC about having you two at ringside….but tonight? I'm facing THUNDERLANE...a man who has caused BOTH of you so much grief...so much suffering over the past month...and I have NO doubts that, if you were in my corner, he would do everything in his power to bring you both DEEPER torment. And I DON'T want that. It's the LAST thing I want to be going on during my match!

Cloudchaser: -she looks quite upset by this- So you're saying that you want us to stay...back here?

Giz: -he nods- That would ease SO much of my stress. That asshole is completely unpredictable. Who knows what he would try to do to you? Not only to take me out of my game, but to make you both MISERABLE? PLEASE...no matter WHERE you are, I will ALWAYS sense your support, but tonight...I'd like to receive it from my locker room, where neither of you will get hurt. You've been hurt ENOUGH already! And if I allowed either of you to come down there and be subjected to MORE of his scorn...then I don't know what I would DO with myself...so PLEASE...PLEASE just STAY in my locker room, and lock the door so that he can't barge his way in here before, or after our match.

Flitter: Oh, Giz…-she kisses his cheek with a frown- You're always so protective of me…

Cloudchaser: And me, too. -she chuckles- And you're not even MY boyfriend.

Giz: So much has happened to the two of you...and I won't let ANYTHING else affect you!

Flitter: We appreciate your concern, more than you will EVER know. If you want us to stay back here, because you don't want anything that will happen to us to rest on your conscience...then we'll listen. Right, sis?

Cloudchaser: -smiling- Of course. We'll do whatever you feel is best for us, and most importantly, for YOURSELF, Giz.

Giz: -he sighs in relief- Thank you...so VERY much for obliging. And now…-his face suddenly falls into a grim state- I can focus on TEARING that bastard to SHREDS, and making him regret EVER crossing me! And the people I care about MOST! I promise BOTH of you that I WILL retain the Carnage Championship...not just for ME, but for the both of you. To repay Thunderlane all of the torment, and all of the heartbreak he has dealt to you!

Flitter: -she is grinning- We know you will, Giz! We've NEVER doubted you before, and we NEVER will.

-Giz leans to his side, grabbing Flitter's hand and planting a soft, delicate kiss upon it. He rises to his feet, wrapping his hands around Cloudchaser as she does the same. He soon releases the embrace, and exits his locker room to a loud, incensed grunt-

Cloudchaser: -looking back to watch Giz leave- Don't let up on him, Giz! Do enough damage to count for the three of us!

-The camera returns to the arena as "Hundred Million" by Treble Charger sounds off through the arena to a ginormous number of boos-

Whooves: And here comes the man Giz Hero has promised to DECIMATE here tonight, and rightfully so…

-Thunderlane appears on the stage to an even LOUDER response of boos, which he seems to revel in-

Discord: Regardless of what you think of this man's actions over the past month, he is as relevant as he has ever been in his career. He may be DESPISED by so many now, but he is currently one of the most discussed superstars in the EWF. It doesn't matter if people love you or loathe you. If you're getting a vocal reaction, then you're doing something right.

Ahuizotl: But it's what BROUGHT the EWF fans to despise this man that is so REPULSIVE. On live television, he not only broke up with his girlfriend, Cloudchaser, but he HUMILIATED her. He EMBARRASSED her. He BROKE HER HEART, and he has not apologized, or shown ANY remorse since doing so!

Discord: Why should he? Thunderlane felt that she wasn't doing him any favors towards his career, and not only that, but he wanted to FOCUS on his career instead of skipping along the sands of beaches with her, so he cut bait.

Whooves: You must be a wretched, miserable soul, Discord. NO woman deserves their relationship to end like that, especially someone as lovely as Cloudchaser.

Discord: Thunderlane is out to please one person, and one person ONLY, and that is HIMSELF. You all seem to forget about the days where Cloudchaser would run around with Rumble and assist him WHENEVER she could in his matches. She would distract the referee, his opponents, grab their feet, whatever she could do to secure victory. And she did the same thing for Thunderlane. Well, just ONCE. If she really loved Thunderlane, she would've helped him win the Carnage Championship last month, but she didn't. She ran Photo Finish off from ringside, which is perfectly fine, but she NEVER. CAME. BACK. You know the old saying, "happy wife, happy life"? Well I've got a more appropriate one for you. "Useless girlfriend? Bring it to an end."

Garble: What the hell is WRONG with you, Discord? Cloudchaser did SO much for Thunderlane! She was overcome with EMOTION when he proclaimed his "love" to her. But really, all of that was a big, fat LIE. He only got back with her so that she could help him WIN the Carnage Championship.

Discord: So what? Women lie CONSTANTLY. Come on, Whooves, you know it's true! Your wife is a PATHOLOGICAL liar, and don't you take a page out of her book and LIE!

Whooves: You don't know ANYTHING about my wife, you dimwitted git!

Discord: Cloudchaser didn't meet Thunderlane's expectations, so he brought this pointless charade to an end. What's the problem? Girls use men to get what they want ALL THE TIME. Why are you sitting here and bashing Thunderlane? If you ask me, I think he let her down rather gently.

Ahuizotl: Don't try to reason with him, you two. Let Discord have his counterfactual point of view. No matter what has happened over the past month, Thunderlane IS walking into High Stakes as THE number one contender, and tonight, he has a chance to make HISTORY, by becoming the FIRST man to win both the World Brawler's Championship, AND the Carnage Championship.

Discord: And don't forget to mention that Thunderlane was the FIRST World Brawler's Championship. He represented Sublime as the very best of the best, and I've got a strong feeling that the Carnage Championship, too, will be well-represented by Thunderlane's excellence soon enough.

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

Garble: HAHA! YES! THERE IT IS!

Ahuizotl: I suppose this is becoming a thing now. That is WONDERFUL.

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

-Thunderlane waves his hands towards himself-

Thunderlane: Bring it on, come on! You'll have to tire out eventually!

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

Whooves: I don't think they're going to! They might do this all night!

-As Thunderlane enters the ring, the crowd finally ceases with their singing to cheer LOUDLY as the arrival of "Since They Wanna Know" by Obie Trice enters the loudspeakers-

Discord: Ran out of steam there, didn't they?

Whooves: No, they're just welcoming the Carnage Champion to the Asylum. Now THAT is an ovation!

-Giz steps out from behind the curtain, the Carnage Championship around his waist-

Garble: If Thunderlane wants his "excellence" to be added to the lineage of the Carnage Championship, he's going to have to defeat THIS fucking guy. One of the strongest, in mind, body AND soul, superstars in the EWF...Giz Hero!

Ahuizotl: And you can dispute Thunderlane's actions ALL you want, Discord, but there is NO disputing that Giz Hero is going to be INCREDIBLY difficult for Thunderlane to beat here tonight.

Discord: Absolutely, there's no way I can appeal against that. Giz Hero, when the EWF first came about, was a floundering boxer. Nobody cared about him, and nobody gave him the time of day. But he took a sabbatical, he threw all of that boxer crap behind him, and he became what he NEEDED to be if he wanted to be a success in this business...a WRESTLER. Because this is WRESTLING, not boxing. And now, Giz Hero is one of the greatest professional wrestlers on the planet. He has the track record, and the Championship to prove it. It will most definitely be a tall task for Thunderlane, this past Lunacy PROVED that.

Garble: Hell yeah it did. Thunderlane got FUCKED UP, in EVERY sense of the word, by Giz Hero. Giz says that was just a SAMPLE of what is going to happen tonight, and if he's telling the truth…-he shivers- DAMN...I would NOT want to be Thunderlane when that bell rings.

Discord: And it's a good thing that Giz left the ladies backstage, because think of how much more he would have to contend with if their presence was felt here at ringside. Sure, his girlfriend and one of his best friends are out here to offer him support, but then he has to worry about making sure that Thunderlane doesn't mess with them, and sometimes, he might not be able to help it! And THEN, if something DOES happen to them, it's weighing on his conscience, and from that point, Thunderlane could take advantage of these heavy thoughts and put Giz away.

Whooves: But now that Flitter and Cloudchaser are remaining in the backstage area, Giz now has the luxury of just worrying about Thunderlane. He only has two focus on two things: Giving Thunderlane the most SAVAGE beating of his life, and retaining his Carnage Championship.

Garble: And we've all got front-row seats to watch the destruction of Thunderlane. You can shield your eyes if you want, Discord. We'll let you know when the thrashing is over.

Discord: I most certainly will NOT. I have a reputation to uphold of being the most esteemed and professional commentator of the lot, and turning my eyes away from ANY match will cost me that title. Not to mention...I am a fan of the art of violence. I am not saying that Thunderlane won't get his keester kicked-in, because I believe he will, but I also believe you gentlemen shouldn't be selling Thunderlane short. Sure, Giz Hero is ENRAGED, and he's been making angry faces all month. But all of the infuriated expressions and grumbling in the world isn't going to save Giz Hero from receiving his OWN trouncing at the hands of Thunderlane. Both men will have their own scars by the end of this match, but one of them will ALSO have the Carnage Championship in their possession, and that will make all of the distress WORTH IT.

-Giz enters the ring to nothing but cheers, glaring at NOTHING but Thunderlane, who smirks at his opponent all the while. Both men stand in front of each other on different sides of the ring as the lights lower and turn into the white lights in the previous title match-

Madden: The followiiiing coooonteeest, scheduuuled foooor OOOONEEE FAAAAAALL..iiiiiis, foooor the CAAAAAARNAAAAAAGEEEEEEE..CHAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOOOONSHIIIIIIIIP! -a flurry of excited cheers follow- Introducing first...the challenger…-the boos begin to pile in- FROOOOOOM LOOOOOOONEEEEYYYYVIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLEEEEE! Weighing in at 218 POOOOOUNDS...TTTTTTHUUUUUUUUUUUUNDEEERRRRRRLAAAAAANEEEEEE! -the boos heighten as Thunderlane outstretches his arms with a large smirk, absorbing all of the crowd's hatred- Aaaaand...his opponent…-cheers then immediately return to the Asylum- froooooom LOOOOOONEEEEEYVIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLEEEEEEEEEEEE! Weighing in at 233 POOOOOOUNDS..he iiiiis, the CAAAAAARNAAAAAAAAGEEEEEE CHAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOOON..GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZ..HEEEEEEERRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!

-The crowd responds with unanimous support for Giz as he holds up his Championship into the air, continuing to glare a hole through Thunderlane. He then hands the referee his Championship, which the referee then holds it up himself, showing it to all of the crowd-

Whooves: This will be the final match contested for Monday Night Lunacy tonight. And, when you think about it, this is the perfect choice for the last bout on Lunacy's card. This has been such a personal rivalry between these two men over the past month, that the Carnage Championship has almost been...lost in the loop.

Ahuizotl: But have no fears, because it'll be the MAIN focus of tonight's bout between the challenger, Thunderlane. And the Champion, Giz Hero. Bad blood is the reasoning why their feud has been filled with such hostility and aggression, but it could all come to a head tonight if Giz Hero is able to silence Thunderlane once and for all.

Crowd: -as the bell rings, signifying the start of the match- PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP* PUMP UP, HER-O, PUMP UP! *CLAPCLAP*

Match 11: Carnage Championship - Giz Hero vs Thunderlane

-As soon as the bell rings, Thunderlane is blindsided as Giz runs full-throttle at him from the other side of the ring. Giz jumps when he is close enough, twists himself in the air and executes a SUPERB Uppercut into Thunderlane's jaw which knocks him back into the corner behind him, where his neck crashes into the middle turnbuckle as he falls to a seated position-

Garble: -as the crowd is already going nuts- AND HERE WE GO! GIZ HERO CANNOT BE CONTAINED THIS FIGHT IS ON!

Whooves: THUNDERLANE WAS GETTING IN ONE LAST GOOD LOOK AT THE CARNAGE CHAMPIONSHIP AS IT WAS BEING TAKEN AWAY TO THE TIMEKEEPER'S AREA!

Discord: Why in the hell did Thunderlane think he would be able to get away with not keeping his eyes on Giz Hero at ALL TIMES?!

-Giz rains down lefts and right on Thunderlane as he sits in the corner, the crowd chanting "HER-O" again and again-

Referee: 3! 4! 5! HEY! HEY! -the referee gets in-between Giz and Thunderlane, and struggles to shove Giz back away from him. Giz continues to get shots in on Thunderlane as she referee tries to get him back-

Ahuizotl: GIZ IS IGNORING THE REFEREE'S FIVE COUNT! HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE RULES! HE WANTS TO TEAR THUNDERLANE TO PIECES!

-The crowd boos as the referee is finally able to subside Thunderlane's ass-kicking, being able to back Giz away as Giz is nearly frothing at the mouth with all of the adrenaline he is experiencing-

Referee: WHEN I TELL YOU TO BREAK THE HOLD YOU BREAK THE DAMN HOLD! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

-Giz shoves his way past the referee and goes over to beat down on Thunderlane some more. What he doesn't expect is for Thunderlane to quickly rise to his feet and attempt a Superkick. Giz catches Thunderlane's foot, which immediately spawns an "oh shit" look on his face-

Ahuizotl: The official offering some leeway in this big time title bout, and now Thunderlane, his attempt to deflate Giz's belligerence backfiring as the Champion now has a hold of his leg!

-As Thunderlane hops on one foot, his hands out as he pleads with Giz, who isn't having any of it, as he unleashes another WICKED Uppercut into Thunderlane's jaw, which causes Thunderlane to fall down onto the middle rope, his upper body dangling over to the outside-

Discord: GOOD GOD! What a hellacious blow to Thunderlane!

Garble: Thunderlane had to have 12 stitches put into his chin after the beating Giz gave him on Monday. Tonight, Giz could very well reopen that wound!

-Giz brings his boot over the middle rope and begins smashing his boot into Thunderlane's face again and again at a rapid pace, the crowd popping HUGE as he does so!-

Whooves: The Champion is practically MAULING Thunderlane with that boot of his! Shot after shot are connecting with his face! Thunderlane could have MANY new wounds by the end of tonight!

-Giz is soon booting Thunderlane's face so hard that Thunderlane is soon knocked off the middle rope and falls down to the floor due to the intense impact-

Crowd: -in song form- GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH! GIZ HERO AIN'T NOTHIN' TO FUCK WITH!

Garble: This crowd would have NO problem if Giz reduced Thunderlane to nothing more than a pile of broken bones!

Discord: Neither would I, simply because I love VIOLENCE. It doesn't matter if it's Thunderlane OR Giz, but with the hatred that exists between these two, I FULLY expect one of these men to PULVERIZE the other!

Ahuizotl: The way things are going so far, that very well might be Thunderlane who is the one to be pulverized.

-8 minutes later-

-Thunderlane has Giz lying on the mat as he runs forward, performing a somersault on the mat and then jumping into the air and performing a front flip as he gets to his feet. Giz moves out of the way just enough so that Thunderlane's back slams into the mat-

Whooves: Giz could hear that Rolling Thunder coming from a mile away!

-As Giz gets to his feet, he realizes he is standing in front of Thunderlane's feet, and that Thunderlane is in the perfect position. He grabs both of Thunderlane's legs, looking to the crowd as their cheers TRIPLE in a moment's notice-

Ahuizotl: Listen to the ovations! The fans know what follows from here!

-And that's the Giant Swing, as Giz uses his strength to lift Thunderlane up off the mat and begin spinning him around in circles-

Whooves: All 218 pounds of Thunderlane, going for a ride!

-The crowd begins counting along with each rotation-

Crowd: 9! 10! 11! 12!

Discord: Thunderlane may VOMIT. I know I'm getting dizzy just WATCHING this!

-After 25 rotations, Giz lets Thunderlane forcefully fall to the mat-

Whooves: TWENTY. FIVE. ROTATIONS! If you still needed a reason as to why Giz Hero is the Carnage Champion, it's because of the unbelievable endurance and power that he possesses!

Ahuizotl: And the crowd LOVES him for it!

-6 minutes later-

-Thunderlane runs at Giz, who is on his feet. Giz responds by bending over, placing his hands on Thunderlane's waist and LAUNCHING him into the air-

Garble: OH CRAP! PREPARE FOR A BAD LANDIIIING!

-As Thunderlane plummets, Giz attempts to land his bicep onto Thunderlane's jaw, but before he can do that, Thunderlane wraps his arms around Giz's neck on the way down before lowering himself and wrapping him up into a small package-

Whooves: GIZ WENT FOR THAT DYNAMIC UPPERCUT! THUNDERLANE WRAPPED HIM UP FOR A SMALL PACKAGE!

Garble: SHOULDERS DOWN SHOULDERS DOWN! -Giz is able to eek a shoulder up at the last second and power his way out of the pin- THUNDERLANE ALMOST! HE ALMOST HAD THE TITLE WON!

-Giz is the first to get to his feet after the pin, and once he does, he runs towards the ropes, jumping onto the middle rope and springboarding himself off of it, spinning himself in mid-air-

Ahuizotl: This could put Thunderlane away- -As Giz falls from the sky, Thunderlane has also gotten back up to his feet, and he protrudes his foot into the air, catching Giz into the jaw and knocking him out of the air and down to the mat back-first- SUPERKIIIIICK! THUNDERLANE RESPONDS WITH A WICKED SUPERKICK!

Discord: HE ALMOST KNOCKED HERO'S HEAD OFF!

-Thunderlane drops to his knees and quickly scurries his way over to Giz, where he then hooks his leg-

Ahuizotl: WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! A NEW CARNAGE CHAMPION RIGHT HE- -Giz gets a shoulder up- OHHH AND GIZ HERO! GIZ HERO STAYS ALIVE!

-The fans continue to support Giz with nothing but loud cheers as Thunderlane bangs on the mat in frustration-

Discord: Thunderlane CANNOT afford to get frustrated at THIS stage in the match! He's left Giz loopy with some shots of his own. There's no need to be upset. Thunderlane HAS what it takes to throttle Giz Hero!

Garble: Yeah, but will he is the question? Thunderlane has undeniably taken a beating in this match. Will he be able to last much longer?

-6 more minutes later-

-With Giz lying on the mat, Thunderlane scales to the top rope, motioning to the fans that he will be the next Champion, which the crowd boos UNRELENTINGLY at-

Whooves: Thunderlane, confident that he will be able to put Giz Hero away FOR GOOD with this next move.

Discord: They don't call it a FINISHER for nothing, and Thunderlane's finisher is one of the most breathtaking in the EWF.

-Thunderlane flies off the top rope, stretching out to a horizontal position and bringing his feet and hands inward and outward before he splashes ALL of weight DOWN into the ribs of Giz Hero-

Garble: THUNDERSTRUCK! That could be all she wro- -Garble is interrupted as, when the referee drops down to the mat to make the pin, both he, Thunderlane and the crowd are MESMERIZED as Giz is able to rise to his feet with Thunderlane in his grasp- OOOOO-WHOOOOA! SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH BY GIZ HERO!

Ahuizotl: Thunderlane DID connect with Thunderstruck, but Giz Hero is so unbelievably powerful that, despite that, he is able to block out ALL of the pain and get up to his FEET!

-Giz transitions Thunderlane from holding him horizontally, in the position he landed on him after hitting the Frog Splash to where he is holding him up into the air by simply putting his hands on his stomach. Giz then LAUNCHES Thunderlane back into the air, landing a perfectly placed Uppercut on his chin as he drops from the air-

Whooves: -as the crowd OHHHHHHs with such passion as Thunderlane is Uppercutted out of the air- THE VELOCITY! YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT BREATHTAKING?! WELL TAKE A LOOK AT THAT!

-Giz drops to the mat and hooks Thunderlane's left leg. The referee also drops to the mat, as the crowd has the utmost pleasure of counting along with the 1…...2….3!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd rejoices with a mass array of cheers- GIZ HERO...HAS DONE IT! VENGEANCE...HAS BEEN EXACTED!

Madden: Here is YOOOOOUUUUURRRR WIIIIIINNEEEEEERRRR..aaaaand STIIIIILLL..the CAAAAARRRRNAAAAAGEEEEE CHAAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOON...GIIIIIIIIIIIIZ..HEEEEEERRRROOOOO!

-Giz backs away from Thunderlane's body, sitting on the mat and trying to collect himself after that hard-fought battle-

Garble: Giz Hero, truly one of the BEST in the business, and after a battle like that, you CANNOT argue!

Discord: No, you certainly can't. I think Thunderlane has been getting a bad rap here recently, but after the ending sequence we just saw, I think we'll be hearing Giz Hero's name announced as Champion for many, MANY months going forward.

Ahuizotl: Giz brought out the absolute BEST of Thunderlane, but in the end, Thunderlane's best wasn't nearly enough to dethrone the Champion. Thunderlane, let's be honest, got his ass kicked for much of this match, just as Giz promised.

Garble: Yeah, that's pretty obvious, but there were a few instances where it looked as if Thunderlane was on the verge of capturing the title. Giz was fueled by passion and retribution, and that was just TOO MUCH for Thunderlane to overcome.

-Giz is handed his belt by the referee, who raises one of his hands to ULTRA fanfare while Giz raises the title belt with his other hand, looking extremely pleased with the result of that match-

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

-The camera shows Thunderlane still lying on the mat, but you can now see something that wasn't obvious before-

Whooves: Wait a minute...look at Thunderlane's right foot...it's on the bottom rope!

Garble: How long was that there? Was that like that when the referee was making the count? If not, it doesn't matter, but that's definitely something we need to look into.

Whooves: Well, let's do that right now. -A replay of the Uppercut to Thunderlane is shown- Here we see the SPECTACULAR finish to this match. And now, the pinfall…-the replay shows that at the two and a half count, Thunderlane suspends his foot onto the bottom rope, the crowd OHHHH'ing as they notice this on the titantron- Oh my! Th-this match SHOULD NOT be over right now! Thunderlane DID indeed have his foot on the rope BEFORE the three count!

Discord: SOMEBODY FIRE THAT OFFICIAL! HOW ON EARTH DO YOU MISS SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

Ahuizotl: He was obviously out of position. His eyes were paying attention to if Thunderlane's shoulders were down, not if his foot was on the rope. Just an honest mistake by the referee.

Discord: I don't care! It's a mistake that should be REPRIMANDED! As far as I am concerned, this match should STILL be taking place! Thunderlane is STILL the number one contender!

Whooves: As far as I'M concerned, this is EXACTLY what Thunderlane deserves! Not only was he subjected to the greatest beating of his LIFE tonight, but the result of this match is KARMA for all of the HELL he has put Flitter, Giz and Cloudchaser through since the beginning of the month!

Discord: Oh, hush up, Whooves! Could you be unbiased for ONCE in your life?! Thunderlane had his FOOT ON THE ROPE. That means he should get another shot at the Carnage Championship! Put your personal feelings for the man aside, because they DON'T matter! What matters is that Thunderlane was ROBBED tonight at High Stakes!

Ahuizotl: No, what MATTERS is that Giz Hero is STILL the Carnage Champion. As for the situation that has just unfolded, we will have to hear what General Manager Luna has to say about the matter. For now, Giz and this capacity crowd can CELEBRATE, because REGARDLESS of whether or not the match SHOULD be over, it IS over, and in the record books, it will go down as a successful title defense by Giz Hero!

-Giz Hero stands atop the stage, holding up his Championship with both hands as the fans SHOWER him with appreciation. The scene fades with Thunderlane, who has since gotten to his feet, and was certainly aware that his foot was on the rope, arguing vehemently with the referee-

Match Results:

DJ Z defeated Hugh Jelly by Pinfall (11:31)

Bulk Biceps won the Carnival of Carnage (30:01)

SCUM defeated Rack Attack and The Teacher's Pets by Pinfall (19:23)
The Sword defeated Lightning Dust and Fluttershy by Pinfall (22:41)
Rarity won Hope Springs Eternal (32:36)
Sunset Shimmer defeated Scootaloo by Pinfall (24:43)
Giz Hero defeated Thunderlane by Pinfall (21:14)