-Highlights of last night's extraordinary pay per view are shown, mostly consisting of all the crazy shit that occurred in the ladder matches, but the package comes to an end at the sight of Trixie forcing Sunset to tap out to The Ursa Lock, and holding up her Championship title afterwards-

*The Beautiful People...OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!*

-The stage is soon engulfed in smoke as a result of the pyrotechnics, as thousands of EWF fans have jam-packed the Asylum for another rousing night of EWF action-

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

Ahuizotl: We are LIVE, from the same location, that just 24 hours ago, was host to what may go down as the most ANARCHICAL pay per view in EWF HISTORY!

Garble: Dude, I don't know how you could get ANY more CHAOTIC than what we witnessed last night at High Stakes! Two men, two women...four superstars now hold the future of their respective brands, in the palm of their hands, as they were able to bring down a briefcase, ensuring them a title shot, whenever they wish.

Ahuizotl: And who KNOWS what could happen on Monday Night Lunacy?! TONIGHT, Rarity...Bulk Biceps! One of...one of these, perhaps even BOTH of these superstars, could CASH-IN on their Championship ma-

"Whatever you're saying, it is going to have to wait until The GREAT and POWERFUL Trrrrixie is done, gentlemen!" -the crowd's cheers reach enormous levels as the camera moves to the ring, where Trixie is standing in the middle of it, holding her personalized microphone with a glare on her face-

Garble: Whoops. Looks like we're being cut off, 'Zotl.

Ahuizotl: Indeed. Alright then...the floor is yours, Trixie.

Trixie: -she smirks at the commentators- ...Thank you. For the only thing that matters right now, is what I, Trixie, have to say! -the crowd continues to cheer-

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!

Garble: This crowd is EATING HER UP! And how could you NOT after what she did to The System last night?

Trixie: -she grins at the crowd's response to her- Hold your praise, my enthuuusiastic little admirers, for Trixie has been waiting to speak her mind on this certain topic, since she was first signed to a Lunacy contract. What Trixie accomplished last night, is something NOBODY has been able to do...up until now. -she chuckles- But then again, Trixie is USED to making history. What Trixie accomplished last night, will forever etch her name amongst the most BELOVED competitors on Monday Night Lunacy. For Trixie was the first person to not only RESIST the temptations that came with being a member of The System, but she was also the first to attack them from within their own structure! -the cheers return-

Crowd: THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU, TRI-XIE! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Trixie: You're VERY welcome, for it was Trixie's HONOR to stick it to their unjust institution! The funny thing is, that was never Trixie's original goal...General Manager Celestia did not ship Trixie off to Lunacy to perform reconnaissance, or to tear The System down from the inside, no. Trixie WANTED to come to Lunacy, because she needed a do-over in her career. Trixie is an avid viewer of Lunacy, so she had seen what The System were willing to do in order to get to the top, and she wanted to be apart of it! Let's think logically about this...why WOULDN'T you want to be a member of the most influential force in the EWF? Sure, they are corrupt, they are bigoted, but they are also WINNERS, and Trixie is a winner! Or, at least, she USED to be, and she wanted to get BACK to her winning ways. And when you surround yourself with winners, sooner or later, you start to pick up their habits...so that is EXACTLY what Trixie did. In true Trixie fashion, she BARGED into one of The System's meetings, and DEMANDED membership into their elite group. Trixie never realized their was an initiation she had to go through, but that didn't bother her! Trixie knew she was still great, but to be POWERFUL, she had to work her way into The System, and so she DID, by defeating Berry Punch, and taking her spot in the Hope Springs Eternal match. Trixie thought everything would be smooth sailing from there, but she never realized that The System operated like a hierarchy...needless to say, there were a few kinks in Trixie's plan that she should've spent more time working out. After her victory over Berry Punch, Trixie was IMMEDIATELY notified that her entire inclusion in Hope Springs Eternal, was designed so that she could ENSURE that Cadance would walk away with that contract. Trixie was INFURIATED, naturally, but she decided to wait things out a little longer. Perhaps she would be able to impress the other members so much, that they would denounce their order. But that didn't happen, now DID it? -the crowd boos- The next week, Trixie was forced to...she was….she was forced to CARRY...carry ALL of the luggage, of her fellow members...all at ONCE! -major boos are heard- Trixie is quite certain her spine became out of proportion as a result of all of that heavy baggage, and she would just like to inform The System that she has had to undergo EXTENSIVE massage therapy in order to realign her precious vertebrae...SO THANKS FOR THAT! From that point on, Trixie became The System's official errand girl, and yes, it is EXACTLY as HORRENDOUS as it sounds. But let us not gloss over this...TRIXIE!? AN ERRAND GIRL?! Regardless of your opinion in regards to Trixie, you CANNOT justify why she should EVER be deemed an "errand girl"! Trixie is not an errand girl, a SERVANT, a BUTLER, a DOORMAT, a SLAVE, a lowly MINION! While she was a member of The System, Trixie was reduced to being on the LOWEST. PART. OF. THE TOTEM POLE. TRIXIE, FOR GOD'S SAKE! In NO group, in NO company should Trixie EVER be considered "the lowliest member"! Trixie was the FIRST World Fighter's Champion! Sure, she was a new addition to both Monday Night Lunacy, as well as The System, but if there is ONE person in this company that shouldn't be carrying people's bags, IT'S TRIXIE! The System? They should've been carrying TRIXIE'S BAGS! They should be doing Trixie's LAUNDRY! They should be waiting at my BECK AND CALL, willing to serve Trixie in whatever fashion she wishes! -major cheers follow- Trixie is a WORLD-CLASS, Championship caliber ICON, yet, during her time in The System, she was treated like DIRT, as if she was NOTHING! Trixie should've been THE LEADER of ALL of those dimwits from the moment she stepped FOOT in Luna's office! -major cheers- But no...they treated her like TRASH. And THEN we arrive at High Stakes. Trixie is about to slip into her lavish garb, but what does she see when she opens the door to her locker room? The camera didn't show any of you, for obvious reasons, the biggest one being that your eyeballs would have rotted out of your sockets had you been forced to observe this...Trixie had the ultimate misfortune of opening up her locker room door, and RIGHT THERE, in the flesh, was Cadance, Shining Armor and Sunset Shimmer...performing INEXPLICABLE, DEPLORABLE acts...IN THE NUDE, OF ALL THINGS! IN TRIXIE'S LOCKER ROOM! Which, by the way, the renovations Trixie had scheduled to be done on her locker room must be waved off for the time being, so that Trixie's locker room can be scrubbed down and fully decontaminated until there is ZERO remnants of the raunchy rendezvous that Trixie's OH-SO GENEROUS, former stablemates decided to leave her. Trixie swears that she has never seen a more DISGUSTING sight then the one she was met with when she came back to her locker room after the pay per view was over. -Trixie visibly gags as the thought of the state of her locker room rushes back into her mind-

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Trixie: Trixie was APPALLED at the acts those three were performing, and that was the straw that broke Trixie's back! And Trixie doesn't want ANYBODY to tell her that this was simply a coincidence...Trixie knows FOR A FACT that Cadance PLANNED IT! That she-devil NEVER liked Trixie, from the moment that she showed up on Lunacy! Trixie has ears, you know...the first thing Cadance uttered once I walked through the door was, "oh God," and then she proceeded to roll her eyes. The small advice Rarity had given Trixie afterwards wasn't even NEEDED. Trixie knew, that once she saw those deplorable deeds, that SOMETHING needed to be done, and what bigger stage to denounce herself as a member of The System, then in a match where she AND Cadance are going to be in the ring at the same time? It was all VERY convenient for Trixie. As Trixie made her entrance, her mind was already made up, but Cadance decided to add even MORE fuel to the fire by INTERRUPTING, yes, INTERRUPTING Trixie's GRAND entrance! NOBODY intrudes upon Trixie's entrance and gets away with it, Trixie ASSURES you! Not only that, but Cadance DEMANDED that Trixie's entrance...now belongs to HER. It took ALL of Trixie's willpower to not pummel that pink priss-bucket RIGHT THERE on the stage, but Trixie couldn't afford to let Cadance ruin her plans, so she caved, and for what Trixie's PROMISES will be the first, and LAST time, Trixie announced Cadance, and allowed her to steal Trixie's spotlight. But Trixie wasn't as angry as you would think, for she knew that SHE would soon have the satisfaction of stealing CADANCE'S spotlight. Once the bell rang, Trixie made sure to stay close to Cadance at ALL TIMES. She wasn't going to put her hands on her until the most OPPORTUNE moment, which wound up coming very late into the match. Cadance was reaching for the Hope Springs Eternal contract, when, in a turn of events Trixie is sure ALL of you saw coming, yet somehow Cadance DIDN'T, Trixie grabbed ahold of the ladder and swung it towards the ropes. Trixie had the utmost DELIGHT of watching Cadance's throat SNAP against the top rope, and afterwards, Cadance so thoughtfully bounced back right into Trixie's grasp, where she put the exclamation point on her resistance, by trapping her within The Ursa Lock. Besides winning the World Fighter's Championship, watching Cadance FRANTICALLY slap Trixie's thigh, HOPING, PRAYING that she would release her from the agony is the PROUDEST moment of Trixie's career! -the crowd cheers loudly- Trixie KNEW all of you would enjoy it, too, but the one who will cherish it forever...is TRIXIE, especially after all of the NONSENSE they put her through! Trixie lured Cadance into a false sense of security, and when the time was right, she STRUCK, and she unleashed ALL of the aggression that had been piling up, ever since Trixie became a member of The System! Trixie will admit, things didn't go EXACTLY the way she planned last night...Trixie was able oust herself from The System, but the other goal she had was to walk out of High Stakes with that Eternal Women's Championship contract. While the latter did not happen, Trixie can at least take pride in the fact that she COST Cadance the same accolade. Trixie can rest happily knowing that anybody BUT Cadance emerged the victor in that ladder match. Trixie doesn't need that contract, anyway, because Trixie plans on becoming the Eternal Women's Championship WITHOUT the help of some silly, automatic Championship shot. -the crowd cheers loudly- Trixie may no longer be a member of The System, but she STILL plans to tear down their foundation! Only now, Trixie will have to do it as an outsider, but it doesn't matter to he-

*Only perfection around…* -thousands of boos immediately FLOOD the Asylum as Trixie turns to the stage, anger plastered all over her face-

Garble: And here come the resident buzzkills of Lunacy…

Ahuizotl: The group known as The System, that has been ruling Monday Night Lunacy with an iron fist for months now, and it's obvious they don't take too kindly to Trixie's rebellion against their cause.

-Surprisingly, Cadance is the first member to walk out from the back. She doesn't wait for her other members, as she begins to fast-walk down the ramp, glaring a hole through Trixie-

Garble: Huh? Well, this isn't what we're used to...normally, the leaders, Luna and Swirlinaitis guide the other members down to the ring, but tonight, CADANCE is in NO mood to wait for her stablemates!

Ahuizotl: She surely has a LOT to say to Trixie about the stunt she pulled last night at High Stakes.

Cadance: -as she continues to walk down the ramp, microphone in hand- TRIXIE, YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH! I DARE YOU TO TRY MAKING ME TAP OUT TO THAT WEAK LITTLE FINISHER OF YOURS AGAIN! -she slides into the ring, getting in Trixie's face-

Garble: Uh oh...these two may come to blows, right here in the middle of the ring!

Ahuizotl: Trixie isn't backing down, though!

Cadance: I. DARE YOU!

Trixie: -she smirks- Well, if you insi-

Luna: -who appears on stage at the front of the pack, with Mr. Swirlinaitis to her side, and the rest of the members of The System behind them- STAND DOWN, CADANCE! Stand. Down. NOW!

-Cadance slowly, but surely backs away from Trixie, but still refuses to take her glaring eyes off of her-

Ahuizotl: Let's not forget that Luna is the one that pulls the strings of all the other puppets that make up The System.

Luna: -she begins walking down the ramp, along with the other members- Good. And don't you ever THINK of straying away from your usual position in our pack again. We are UNITED, and we must show our unity by walking to the ring as a group.

Cadance: Yes, ma'am….

-As the other members file into the ring, Trixie faces Luna-

Trixie: How DARE you interrupt the GREAT, and POWERFUL TrrrrrrrrrrIIIIIIIIIXIIIIIIIEEEE!

Cadance: How DARE you speak to our BOSS in that kind of tone!

Swirlinaitis: -to Trixie- Hey, you should be THANKING US for allowing you to speak as much as you did!

Cadance: And you should be THANKING US for even CONSIDERING to allow you to join The System! But no...instead, you're going to stand out here and PUT US ALL DOWN! The NERVE of y-

Trixie: NO. The nerve of YOU all to interrupt Trixie, something she DOES NOT appreciate!

Luna: Well, Trixie, we do not take kindly to being BETRAYED by one of our very own. Keep in mind that you are a member of the Monday Night Lunacy roster, which is MY show. And you are standing in MY ring, so I would choose my words VERY wisely if I were you. This isn't like Sublime, where my clueless sister doesn't know how to handle her talent, and where they walk all over her. Unlike my sister, I won't allow my talent to talk about me in a demeaning way. Honestly, Trixie...hearing you say all of the things that you did...it really hurt. Not only me, but all of the other members, as well.

Cadance: It didn't hurt me, I can tell you that much! You spoke the truth about ONE thing, and one thing ONLY, Trixie, and that is that, yeah, I DON'T like you! From the MOMENT you stepped onto this show, I could TELL that we wouldn't be able to get along. I TOLD the others that we shouldn't even give you the time of day, and it turns out I was RIGHT! Your cocky demeanor, your "holier than thou" attitude, it pissed me off from the FIRST second I laid eyes on you!

Trixie: Yeaaaaah, Trixie evokes that reaction out of a LOT of people. You know what she boils it down to? Jealousy.

Cadance: HA! Me? Jealous of YOU? Now why would I EVER be jealous of an obnoxious loudmouth like YOU? Because these people like you? They're just as worthless as YOU, Trixie! -major boos-

Trixie: Obnoxious loudmouth? Hmm...are you sure you aren't referring to yourself? -major cheers-

Cadance: Very funny! Man, maybe if you would've shown your funny side to me sooner, I wouldn't have been so hard on you!

Luna: It's a shame things turned out the way they did, Trixie.

Trixie: It really is. With Trixie in The System, we would've became the GREATEST, and most POWERFUL entity in all of SPORTS! But you SOILED the likelihood of that when you MISTREATED Trixie! She was your most impressive recruitment to date, but you threw our chances of prominence away by making a MOCKERY of Trixie's name! Trixie is one of the most successful names in the EWF, and you RIDICULED her name! You tried to make her into a LAUGHING STOCK. You FORCED Trixie's hand! She had to take action before her good name was RUINED forever!

Luna: Trixie, it's not OUR fault that you have thin skin. It's not OUR fault that you can't see the bigger picture. The System is a group based around individual accomplishments. You were not only our newest recruit, but you were NEW to Lunacy. You had accomplished NOTHING within the scope of Lunacy, so when you beat Berry Punch, we had no choice but to place you at the bottom of the totem pole. In time, we were CERTAIN you would work your way up the ladder, and very soon, you would be on the level of EVERYONE ELSE. And guess what? At that point, NONE of you would have to carry the other member's luggage, or wash the other's laundry. At that point, we would all do it ourselves.

Trixie: What you don't understand is that Trixie should NOT be at the bottom of the totem pole! She should be at THE TOP! ALWAYS! You so FOOLISHLY treated Trixie as an afterthought, so now, Trixie will strive to make ALL of The System an afterthought in their own right!

Sunset: Do you really think you can do something like that? You act as if you making your exit was a DEATHBLOW to The System! We were doing just FINE before you showed up, and now that we don't have to worry about your whiny ass, we're doing even BETTER.

Shining: Cadance was RIGHT when she called you ungrateful. Jeez...if it weren't for General Manager Luna, you wouldn't even BE on Lunacy! -major boos- You would still be floundering on Sublime, or, even worse, you would've been let go from your contract, because even someone like CELESTIA would've realized just how WORTHLESS you were to her brand. -boos-

Trixie: THE SYSTEM is worthless without Trixie, and you'll soon realize that, because, now that you have made an enemy of Trixie, she will do WHATEVER it takes to make FOOLS out of each and EVERY one of you, just as you did to me!

Cadance: Well, may I suggest you direct your attention to ME, in that case? If you think you can make a fool out of me, then you are SADLY mistaken, but I've got NO problem giving you a chance to try! I should be holding the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW, Trixie! But I'm NOT, and it's because YOU COST ME IT! You're all about "making history," aren't you? Well how about you let me make YOU history?!

Trixie: Sorry to say, but embarrassing you would do NOTHING for Trixie's career. -Cadance furrows her brows in angers- Trixie has beaten PLENTY of nobody's already. No...what Trixie had in mind…-she steps up to Sunset, looking her in the eyes, before her eyes travel down to the title belt around her waist- was being the one to rid you of that title belt, Ms. Champion. -she smirks as she looks back up at Sunset, as the crowd is cheering like crazy-

Sunset: Hm. And what makes you think you DESERVE a shot at the Eternal Women's Championship? Because you beat Berry Punch? I'VE beaten Berry Punch! Is it because of all of the "ground breaking" things you did at Sublime? Well, newsflash, Trixie, this is LUNACY. Sublime is the MINOR LEAGUES! What people do over there? It doesn't matter. You are not relevant until you step through THESE ropes, and you have only done that a few times. You haven't even been on MY SHOW for a cup of coffee yet, so what makes you think you've earned the right to challenge me?

Trixie: Simple. After your match last night, Trixie made you TAP OUT. -the crowd cheers loudly- Right in the middle of this ring, that you all claims is "yours." You are The System's top prospect, Sunset Shimmer, but last night, you didn't look like a Champion to Trixie. You were so desperate to get out of The Ursa Lock. You were tapping faster than anyone that has ever fell victim to it!

Sunset: You think just THAT is going to secure you a title shot? It looks to me like YOU'RE the desperate one here, not me. Desperate to be RELEVANT for the FIRST time in your career! -boos-

Crowd: YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!

Sunset: Umm, HELLOOOOOOOO? Earth to morons! First off, a match wasn't even going on at that point. Secondly, I had just gone through a 20 minute match, where I, of course, ONCE AGAIN retained my Eternal Women's Championship! -the other members of The System applaud her as Sunset smirks, taking a bow-

Trixie: The point Trixie is trying to make is, she's made you submit when a match WASN'T going on, so that means she is capable of doing it WHEN a match is going on, too! -cheers- And trust me when Trixie says, that she CAN, and she WILL bring you to your knees in her clutches, and you will have NO CHOICE but to give up, and SURRENDER your Championship to Trixie! -mega cheers-

Sunset: Get real, Trixie. There's a very good reason that you were at the bottom of the pecking order when it came to The System, and that's because that's where you BELONGED. -mega boos- If you try to toy with me, I'll beat you SO BAD that you will NEVER recover. You'll be at the bottom of the barrel, along with EVERYONE else that I've beaten! You say that you've defeated all these nobodies, Trixie? Well take a look at MY resume. If you want to be apart of that same resume, then be my guest, but be forewarned...you'll regret i-

*Out of My Way!* -a thunderous ovation files through the Asylum as Scootaloo appears on the stage-

Garble: AND THERE SHE IS! THE 2014 QUEEN OF THE SCENE, SCOOTALOO!

Ahuizotl: And unfortunately, she's also the woman that was defeated by Sunset Shimmer last night at High Stakes.

Garble: Yeah, but of course, with any Sunset victory, you'll have to put an asterisk besides it. Not only was she attacked before the match by Starlight Glimmer, Cheerilee and Nurse Redheart, but Cadance INTERFERED during the match and SMACKED her with a lead pipe! The same lead pipe that just last week, had found itself back in the clutches of The System.

Scootaloo: -as she enters the ring- I suppose you think that I'M one of those nobodies...don't you, Sunset?

Sunset: -she nods- Yeah...yeah actually I do. If you aren't the one that gets to hold this Championship high above your head every night...OR, if you're not a member of The System, then YEAH, you ARE a nobody! -major boos-

Scootaloo: -she chuckles- Of course you feel that way. Everyone knows that I don't make excuses, but there are TWO reasons why the Eternal Women's Championship isn't in MY grasp right now.

Sunset: -rolling her eyes- OHHHH here we goooo…

Scootaloo: Everyone saw it on the titantron, so this ISN'T an excuse, it's a FACT. While I was giving an interview before the biggest match of my career, I was BLINDSIDED by Starlight Glimmer, and her Acolytes of Equality. -major boos-

Crowd: STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS! STAR-LIGHT SUCKS!

Scootaloo: -she nods- Starlight made it a point to target my injured arm even further. I don't know why she and her followers decided to do this, but my answers can wait for another day. What I'm focused on right now is becoming the Eternal Women's Champion! -lots of cheers follow- The second reason I lost is as plain as day. -she doesn't say a single word. She just points at Cadance, who smiles innocently, and yes, you can imagine a halo appearing over her head as she does so- Cadance, PLEASE. You are the LEAST innocent person in this ring, so drop the act.

Cadance: Wow...you just SUCK all the fun out of the room whenever you appear, don't you?

Scootaloo: -she narrows her eyes- I'm not here to have fun, or play around. I'm here to tell Sunset THIS…-she walks up to Sunset- even though I WAS attacked by Starlight and company, I was STILL, despite that, on the verge of BEATING you!

Sunset: Yeah, because you decided to strike me with my OWN Championship. How LOW of you…-she shakes her head disappointingly-

Scootaloo: So it's okay if YOU bend the rules, but when other people do it, it's a sin? I TOLD YOU that I would do EVERYTHING in my power to win that title. YOU brought the title into the ring, and just as I warned, I used it to my advantage.

Sunset: Even so, you STILL couldn't beat me! You're not cut out for this whole "aggressive" thing, Scootaloo. You should just stick to being a namby pamby, white-meat good girl. And you're not cut out to be a CHAMPION like me, so your aspirations for another title shot? You should FORGET about them, and leave those opportunities to someone I haven't already EMBARRASSED.

Scootaloo: Embarrassed my ASS! If you truly did "embarrass" me, then I wouldn't be out here. I would be in the back, bawling my eyes out. But bullies like you, bitches like you? They don't make me cry. People like you aren't WORTH my tears, Sunset! And I won't EVER give you the satisfaction of seeing me break down like that! -major cheers follow- Didn't you say you would "break my spirit" during the buildup of our match? Didn't you say you were going to "tear my arm off"? Why did you let up on me, Sunset? I'm still standing here, and sure, my arm may still be taped up, but here I am, ready to finish what we started last night. Just you and me. No barriers, no distractions like Cadance, but yet you're blowing me off. Why, Sunset? Wouldn't I be an easy win? One of my arms is just about worthless at this point, so what's the problem? Why do you keep ducking me?

Sunset: DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! YOU. AREN'T. WORTH. MY. TIME! NOT YOU! AND NOT HER! -she points at Trixie- AND IF YOU TWO WANNA PISS ME OFF, LIKE YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW, THEN I'LL RIP OFF ONE OF EACH OF YOUR ARMS, AND THEN I'LL FORCE YOUR TWO HANDS TO SHAKE EACH OTHER! -loud boos-

Trixie: The only person that's going to be shaking Trixie's hand is YOU, Sunset, after she HUMILIATES you! Not only will you SHAKE my hand, but Trixie will force you to KISS IT!

Scootaloo: -is a little freaked out by that- Uhh...I don't want her lips anywhere NEAR my body, but the only order I'm ever going to give someone as the Queen of the EWF, is that when I capture the Eternal Women's Championship, I'm going to FORCE Sunset to fasten my newly-won Championship around my waist! -major cheers-

Sunset: NEITHER OF THOSE WILL EVER HAPPEN! THOSE ARE BOTH PIPE DREAMS THAT WILL NEVER COME TO FRUITION!

Trixie: We'll never know if you don't take Trixie up on her challenge.

Scootaloo: The same goes for me, oh valiant Champion. -she smirks-

Luna: -as it looks like Sunset is about to blow a fuse- Calm down, Sunset. I believe you have nothing to worry about, especially when it comes to these two. -she gestures towards Scootaloo and Trixie- I know you can defeat ANY challenger put in front of you, but, speaking of challengers, the matter still remains towards you not having a challenger for your Championship. And the next EWF pay per view, Boiling Point is less than 4 weeks away. That is why, on tonight's broadcast, all the matches that occur, Mr. Swirlinaitis and I will observe them with watchful eyes. And, by the end of the night, we will make an executive decision as to who the next challenger for Sunset Shimmer's Championship will be. One of these matches which will be under close advisement, is a tag team match, which will pit you, Cadance, and you, Sunset, against the team...of Scootaloo...and Trixie. -the crowd absolutely LOVES that idea, and they show it by cheering VERY LOUDLY-

Garble: WHOA-HO-HOOOO! THAT'S HUGE! Scootaloo and Trixie, teaming up for the first time, to do battle with two of their least favorite people in the whole world!

Sunset: Hey, that's fine with me and Cay Cay. That way, we can finally shut BOTH of these nuisances up once and for all!

-Cadance nods with a grin before kissing Sunset on the cheek. The System's music hits again, and the members begin to file out of the ring-

Ahuizotl: That is a HUGE, STAR-STUDDED tag team match! But how will Scootaloo and Trixie be able to coexist as one team, especially when only ONE of them can be the number one contender?!

Garble: There's definitely gonna be some competition between the two, but remember, they both DESPISE The System, so I'm sure they can get on the same page if it means they get to knock Cadance and Sunset around the ring!

-Cadance and Sunset are the final two members to leave the ring, as they smirk at Trixie and Scootaloo, Cadance waving at them both before she and Sunset leave. Trixie and Scootaloo are now standing side-by-side with each other as they share a look with one another that is described as a competitive smirk-

Ahuizotl: Scootaloo and Trixie, both seem quite pleased with Luna's announcement. But you can tell there's a little bit of competitive tension between the two.

Garble: Competition is good, though, 'Zotl, and it's gonna be a BLAST for all of us to watch how this thing unfolds. One ONE woman can be the number one contender to the Eternal Women's Championship, and it could very well be one of THESE persistent women!

-The camera stays on Scootaloo and Trixie as the two share a few words with each other before we move to the interview area-

Silver Shill: -looking at the camera with a smile- Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, my first guests of the evening...Turf, and Silver Spoon.

-The camera pans to the left, showing the two ladies looking disgusted. A scoff escapes Silver Spoon's mouth as Turf raises her pink Shutter Shades (or Kanye West glasses: photobucketdotcom/albums/gg11/shiningtrends/shutter_shades_sunglasses_trenddotjpg ) onto the top of her head, looking at Silver Shill quizzically)-

Turf: Uhh...EXCUSE ME? I am THE BOSS, and my girl 'Spoon is THE CHAIRMAN! Don't you know how big of a deal we are around here?

Silver Spoon: That's right! We aren't just ANY cookie cutter tag team, you know. We are The Mean Girls! So next time you have the PRIVILEGE of talking to us, don't introduce us so...so unenthusiastically!

Turf: And by the way, to all those SNATCHSQUATCHES on Twitter who have been twistin' me and 'Spoon's nipples about our team name, QUI'CHA BITCHIN'!

Spoon: -she nods- We contacted the director of Mean Girls, Mark Waters, and we told him that we're WAY meaner than the bimbos in his little movie!

Turf: And then we hit up the trademark department, and told them that if they don't give us the rights to The Mean Girls name, that we were going to KILL OURSELVES!

Spoon: WE'LL DO IT! WE ARE THE MEANEST GIRLS!

Silver: Sooo...how did that work out?

Turf: They gave us the rights, of course! Nobody cares about that shitty movie anyway, so it's not a big loss. So, from this day forth, we ARE the OFFICIAL Mean Girls, so everyone else can SHUT YOUR DICKHOLES!

"You two may be Ze Mean Girls, but Lady Fleur and I are Ze SERENE Girls!"

-Silver Spoon and Turf look to their right to see Photo Finish and Fleur De Lis walking into the shot-

Fleur: Hmm...now that I think about it…-she looks at Silver Spoon- you really live up to your name, considering your actions last week, when you walked away from our tag team match. It was quite MEAN of you.

Spoon: -she breathes on her right and left shoulders before proceeding to "dust them off" with her hands, looking at Fleur with a smirk- Aww, you really think so? I try my best!

Photo: Yes. But not only vas it mean...I vould also describe it as plain COWARDLY.

Turf: -stepping in front of Silver Shill, pointing an index finger at Photo- Hey, calm your tits, lederhoSHIT! My girl didn't wanna team with you skanks anyway! I'M her tag team partner!

Spoon: Mhm! I've got BETTER things to worry about then watching the backs of two bitches that couldn't win a match no matter WHO you gave them as a partner!

Turf: -as Fleur gasps in shock at Silver's words- 'Spoon would be the Crater Chick CHAMPION right now, if it weren't for little baby DT getting herself a wittle ooooowiiiiie! -she and Silver giggle-

Fleur: Ms. Finish and I CAN win a match, and that is why we went to Ms. Luna and asked for a match against the two of you...TONIGHT!

Photo: RIGHT NOW, in fact!

Fleur: -she nods- Let us see how "mean" you little ones really are, and if you can handle the pain REAL WOMEN like US can dish out!

Turf: Psh! You wanna talk about "little ones"? How can you call yourself a model when you walk around everyday of your life, disappointing people with those itty bitty titties of yours? -she points at Fleur's chest, at which she reacts by gasping again and putting her hand over her cleavage-

Spoon: Ha! For REAAAAAL. Without all that makeup you have caked all over your face, and those BLATANT hair extensions, you wouldn't even be worth photographing AT ALL!

Turf: Come talk to us about being a "big girl" when you're rockin' a NICE, plump set of funbags like we've got! -Turf uses both of her hands to bounce each of her boobs-

Fleur: -is appalled- You….you INDECENT little TROLLOPS! I am the EPITOME of ELEGANCE! EVERYONE wants a picture with ME! I am the most BEAUTIFUL woman in the whole WORLD!

Spoon: Hey, you might be right about the whole picture thing. Me and Turf wouldn't mind having a couple of 8x10s of us SMASHING your face in!

Turf: That sounds HELLA fresh! -she turns towards Photo- Can you make that happen?

Photo: N-no! NOT pictures like that! -she smirks- Although, I vould be HAPPY to send you girls some photographs of Lady Fleur and I SLAPPING those dirty mouths of yours SHUT!

Turf: -she looks up towards the ceiling, thinking- Hmmm... -before she looks back down at Photo, shaking her head- nah, that doesn't sound very appealing. But you know what DOES? -she turns to Fleur- SNATCHIN' your weave off, shoving it down your throat, and CHOKING YOU WITH IT.

Spoon: I like the sound of that! I think we should make that a reality tonight, bestie.

Turf: I'm down with that. I'm also down with punching that so-called "beautiful" face of yours SO much, Fleur De LAMEASS, that not even the most DESPERATE of basement-dwellers would want a picture of you!

Spoon: -she giggles- I've heard black eyes and bruises don't go good on a girl's skin. And NO amount of makeup would be able to conceal the BEATING you received at the well-manicured hands...of The Mean Girls!

-Fleur and Photo walk off, both disgusted and flustered at their words. Turf and Silver Spoon take their original place next to Silver Shill-

Silver Shill: ….Wow. That sure was intense.

Turf: You know…-she looks at Silver Shill- I'm actually kind of glad that they interrupted us. Now we don't have enough time to answer your STUPID questions. -Silver Spoon and Turf laugh before doing their signature bestie handshake, ( gyazodotcom/7faadfea85703ba2f406a74ec22a56e9 ) which is Silver Spoon performing a low five on Turf before the two girls snap their fingers. Turf slides her Shutter Shades back down across her eyes before she and Silver Spoon walk away from Silver Shill-

-Back in the arena, "Paparazzi" by Jim Johnston (which is Fleur's theme song) earns quite a few boos, but also some cheers from the crowd-

Madden: The followiiing TAAAAG TEAM CONTEEEEST, is scheduled fooooor OOOOONE FAAAAAALL! Introduciiiing first, at a COMBINED WEIGHT..of 261 POOOOOUNDS..PHOOOOTOOOO FINIIIIIISH..aaaaand FLLLLLEEEEEURRR..DEEEEEE LIS!

Garble: That interview never even got started. Turf and Silver Spoon were cut off by Fleur De Lis and Photo Finish before Silver Shill could even ask a single question!

Ahuizotl: That's the type of annoyances you have to deal with as a backstage interviewer, but it sure set up our first match of the evening quite nicely.

-Fleur De Lis walks down the ramp with a pompous smirk on her face, and one hand on her hip as Photo Finish backpedals down the ramp in front of her, snapping numerous screenshots-

Garble: Even after defeat last week, it seems as though this duo feels they've got something to prove, so it looks like, at least for the time being, they're going to remain a tag team.

Ahuizotl: It's quite the interesting tag team. You've got Fleur De Lis, the model, and Photo Finish, the photographer.

Garble: And I've heard that Fleur De Lis has since dubbed Photo Finish her OFFICIAL photographer. Now, I don't know much about modeling, but I don't think I've ever heard of a model demanding that only ONE person can take pictures of them!

Ahuizotl: Well, Photo Finish claims she is the best at her craft, and Fleur must agree. She probably loves the pictures she takes of her.

Garble: I mean, alright, but...damn. She's costing A LOT of photographers some GOOD money by denying them that right…

-Fleur steps through the middle rope, teases her hair a bit, grabs onto the top rope with one hand, bend down and then flicks her head upward, her hair falling over the back of her head (this is exactly what Maryse did when she entered the ring: gyazodotcom/2dadfef06ba157ac0d0144657cd48d61 ) Fleur winks at the crowd as Photo's index finger begins to cramp as a result of her taking so many pictures-

Garble: I don't care WHAT Turf and Silver Spoon say...Fleur De Lis is HOT AS HELL, and you can't teach that!

Ahuizotl: I'd be lying if I said I didn't agree with you. This is one beautiful, yet dangerous woman, and with a former Sublime Tag Team Champion as her teammate, this is a tandem that could DOMINATE Monday Night Lunacy.

-"Sky's The Limit" by CFO$ garners even MORE of a positive reaction from the crowd-

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 280 POOOOOUNDS..TUUUUUUURF! AAAAND SIIIIIILVER SPOOOOOOOON..THHHHHEEEEE MEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAN GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRLS!

Garble: I HAVE to get this off of my chest...the NERVE of these girls to MOCK The Mean Girls movie!

Ahuizotl: Oh lord...here we go…

Garble: That movie is cinematic GOLD, and the fact that Turf and Silver Spoon think that nobody cares about that masterpiece is INSULTING. IT'S INSULTING TO MY EXISTENCE, 'ZOTL!

Ahuizotl: It's just a movie, partner...let it go.

Garble: No, see, FROZEN is just a movie! The Mean Girls is...it's a way of LIFE, dammit! PEOPLE NEED TO REALIZE THIS!

-Turf and Silver Spoon perform their signature team handshake before walking down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: What we all need to realize is that these two young women, especially Silver Spoon, are FURIOUS because of the fact that they didn't get the opportunity to take the Crater Chick Championship away from Diamond Tiara.

Garble: Well that's just too damn bad. Diamond Tiara is in need of some recuperation time. I guarantee that if SILVER SPOON was the Champion, and SHE was the one to get injured, that The Mean Girls would be ECSTATIC about not having to defend the title. But Diamond? Getting injured was the LAST thing she wanted to happen.

Ahuizotl: She was very much looking forward to shutting up Silver Spoon once and for all, but it looks like that will have to wait for another day. As of right now, Silver Spoon is STILL the rightful number one contender, but until Diamond Tiara returns from her dislocated shoulder, The Mean Girls will have to stay focused on other threats, such as the team they are facing tonight.

-Turf hops up onto the apron and showcases her "Legit" and "Boss" hand jewelry as Silver Spoon is to her left, resting on the top turnbuckle and flipping her head back to where her braided ponytail falls over her eyes and then back over the back of her head as she flings her head upward-

Garble: I hope Fleur and Photo know what they've gotten themselves into. The Mean Girls are not only FORMER Chick Combo Champions, but they were the FIRST holders of those titles, as well.

Ahuizotl: This will be the toughest challenge to date for the newly-formed team of Photo Finish and Fleur De Lis. If they win, however, there is no doubt that they are a force to be reckoned with in the tag team division!

Match 1: The Mean Girls vs Photo Finish & Fleur De Lis

-As the bell rings, Turf is still taking off her jewelry. As she lays it down in her team's corner, she is blindsided from behind by both Photo and Fleur-

Garble: And just like they did last week, Photo Finish and Fleur De Lis are attacking their opponent when her back is turned!

Ahuizotl: Turf has done the same thing in the past, so I don't feel sorry for her.

Garble: Me neither. It's exactly the kind of thing I would expect from ANY four of these women! I doubt Turf likes it very much when it's being done to herself.

-Photo knocks Silver Spoon off the apron. Silver lands belly-first on the floor below as Photo and Fleur begin stomping on Turf as she is seated in her corner-

Ahuizotl: Regardless of what you think of the tactics, that was still smart by Photo Finish to take Silver Spoon out of the equation.

Garble: But The Mean Girls are former Chick Combo Champions. They won't be in this position for long, I guarantee it.

-6 minutes later-

-Turf is on the apron outside of the ring, her back turned to Fleur. Fleur grabs both of Turf's arms and lifts them up over the top rope. Meanwhile, she brings her right foot through the middle rope, and begins to press it into Turf's back-

Ahuizotl: OHHHH! Fleur De Lis, with her boot imbedded into the small of Turf's back, applying TREMENDOUS pressure into it!

Garble: And she also has both of Turf's arms held up over the top rope, holding them in place so that Turf cannot escape!

-Photo jumps off of the apron and approaches her camera, which is set up by her team's corner. Fleur makes a kissy face as Photo begins to snap some shots as Fleur holding Turf in place-

Ahuizotl: Oh my God...the AUDACITY of Photo Finish and Fleur De Lis! Turf is WRITHING in pain, and Photo Finish is DOCUMENTING her pain!

Garble: You've always got to look sexy, even when you're viciously assaulting your opponent! Fleur is NEVER off duty when it comes to modeling! You HAVE to respect the dedication she has to her craft.

-Photo jumps back onto the apron as Fleur releases Turf from the painful hold, laughing as she turns Turf around to where she is facing her-

Ahuizotl: I don't think Fleur's punishment is done quite yet…

-Fleur gets up onto the middle rope, applying a front facelock with one of her arms as her other arm latches onto the back of Turf's trunks-

Garble: Uh oh...WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFOOORE!

-Fleur lifts Turf up OVER the top rope, and begins to fall backwards off of the middle rope with Turf in the air. Luckily for Turf, she is able to escape the suplex position and wrap both of her hands around Fleur's neck, forcing Fleur down into the mat with a neckbreaker!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd is going crazy- BUT WE'VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE! Fleur De Lis, lifting Turf up OFF the apron and INTO the ring as she stands on the middle rope, but The Boss was able to wriggle out and turn that vertical suplex into a hellacious Neckbreaker!

Garble: EQUALLY impressive by both women, but both Turf and Fleur DEFINITELY have been rocked after crashing into the canvas! Which one of them can make it to their partner first?!

Crowd: -as both Turf and Fleur begin slowly crawling towards their corners- LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF! LET'S GO TURF!

Turf: I'M TRYING I'M TRYYYYIIIING YOU FUCKING PUBE SMOOTHIEEEES!

Ahuizotl: Only Turf would bash the very people that are willing her on.

Garble: -as Fleur makes the tag to Photo Finish- Fleur makes it to safety! She clearly took the least impact out of her and Turf.

-As Photo rushes the ring, Turf is able to tag in Silver Spoon-

Ahuizotl: Turf makes the tag now!

-4 minutes later-

-Turf Irish Whips Photo into the corner before running at her. Photo responds by elbowing Turf in the nose, which backs her off a bit. When Turf comes stumbling towards her again, Photo uses the top rope to bring her feet up into the air. Unfortunately for her, Turf catches both of Photo's feet-

Garble: Oh no! Turf has two handfuls of Photo Finish's boots!

-Turf positions Photo's feet on the ropes to the left side of her before banging her forearm into Photo's face as her legs are resting on the middle rope. The impact of Turf's forearm then drops Photo to where her upper body is now resting on the right side of the middle ropes-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd cheers in excitement- And Turf has Photo Finish PERFECTLY set up! We all know what's coming next!

-Turf uses the bottom rope to springboard herself into the air. She brings her feet out at the most coincidental of times as Fleur runs up behind her. Turf's legs are now resting across Fleur's neck as Turf uses her momentum to push Fleur forward. Turf raises herself into the air and removes her hands from the top rope, her feet landing on the mat as her body travels over Fleur-

Garble: Fleur De Lis entered the ring at the wrong time, and now her head just BOUNCED off the stomach of her tag team partner!

(This is much easier to explain with gifs, so watch both of these: gyazodotcom/f3f4e579d51f3ded0959d1d011d50b3e & gyazodotcom/7e9ea220ef2aef0c5501555ade02311e )

-Turf grabs Fleur as her head rests on Photo's stomach. She places her legs on the right side of the bottom rope, and lets her upper body rest on the left side of the bottom rope-

Ahuizotl: Hey! Talk about innovative! Photo Finish, stacked up on the middle rope! As well as Fleur De Lis propped up on the bottom rope!

-Turf once again uses the bottom rope to launch herself into the air as she holds onto the top rope with both hands. She then lets her knees drop down into the stomach of Photo! The crowd OHHHHs loudly as the force of Turf's knees sends Photo falling off of the middle rope and crashing into Fleur on the bottom rope! Fleur also falls off the bottom rope and she and her partner fall to the mat, the crowd cheering loudly-

Garble: HOLY FUCK! A double Pink Slip! Turf's knees are DRIVEN into Photo Finish's ribs, the force at which causes her to tumble down into Fleur De Lis! AMAZING!

Crowd: LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS! LIKE A BOSS!

Turf: -she grins at the audience- THAT'S RIGHT, BITCHES!

(Again, this is easier to follow in gif form, so here: gyazodotcom/ffc86c3ac655df2d3167ab261ae8c9db )

-Turf tags in Silver Spoon, who enters the ring-

Garble: And Turf is going to let her bestie pick the bones!

-Silver Spoon measures Photo, and as she gets up to one knee, runs at her, jumping up slightly and planting her feet into Photo's back and using them to drive her face into the mat-

Ahuizotl: AND THE SILVER SURFER! PHOTO FINISH IS THE LEGAL WOMAN!

-Meanwhile, Turf lies down on the mat and applies the Sod Off Necktie to Fleur De Lis-

Garble: And Fleur De Lis, now, gets trapped in the Sod Off Necktie while Silver Spoon makes the cover!

-Silver covers Photo-

*1…...2…-as the referee counts three, Fleur begins tapping frantically on the mat- 3!

Ahuizotl: Fleur De Lis is banging on the mat, while Photo Finish couldn't get a shoulder up!

Garble: The Mean Girls, shades of their days as Chick Combo Champions, INCREDIBLY impressive!

Madden: -as Turf continues to cinch in her submission hold, with Fleur still tapping. Meanwhile, Silver Spoon rises to her feet, re-adjusting her braided ponytail behind her head- Here are YOOOOOUUUUUUR WIIIIIIINNEEEEERRRRRRRRS..TUUUUUUUUURF..AAAAAAAND SIIIIIIIIIILVEEERRRRR SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Ahuizotl: BUT TURF WON'T LET THE HOLD GO! SHE'S REFUSING TO LET LOOSE ON FLEUR DE LIS!

-After 10 more seconds, Turf lets Fleur's face drop into the mat as she releases the hold, also rising to her feet-

Garble: It wasn't enough for just Photo Finish to be pinned. Turf had to add that little oomph and, not technically, but earn a moral victory over Fleur De Lis in her own right, as she submitted to the Sod Off Necktie!

-Turf and Silver Spoon stand on each side of the referee as he raises one of their hands. Both girls are sporting a huge smirk on their face as much of the audience applauds them-

Ahuizotl: Not that The Mean Girls HAVEN'T been impressive since they lost the Chick Combo Championships, but this match tonight really brought me back to the days where they were still in possession of those very titles, and, along with Diamond Tiara, made up the most terrorsome trio in the EWF.

Garble: Those days are long gone, and so is their relationship with Diamond Tiara. Turf and Silver Spoon's victory tonight, however, could get one of these ladies one step closer to capturing ANOTHER Championship: The Eternal Women's Championship!

Ahuizotl: You know, that's a great point there, partner. But was their victory impressive enough to secure themselves the number one contendership spot? That SURE would be a slap in the face to their number one rival, Diamond Tiara.

Garble: Damn right it would, especially when Diamond is INJURED, no less! After a performance like that, I am DEFINITELY considering both of these young ladies as a possible challenger for Sunset Shimmer.

-Silver Spoon grabs a microphone for herself as she stands in the middle of the ring, adjusting her ponytail back behind her head as Turf stands next to her, putting an arm on Silver Spoon's shoulder-

Ahuizotl: Perhaps Silver Spoon is going to make a case as to WHY she should be number one contender.

Silver Spoon: -she clears her throat- There's gonna be a lot of skanks in the back, that think they DESERVE to be the number one contender, for the Eternal Women's Championship. But me and Turf? We KNOW, that we deserve to have EVERY Championship..that Lunacy offers..to OURSELVES! ...But for right now...I'm gonna have to pass, on a match with Sunset Shimmer, and leave that shot to my bestie. -she gestures towards Turf- And Luna, Swirlinaitis...if you were SMART...Turf would be the LAST person, you would want to give that title shot to! Because she would make your little golden girl, Sunset Shimmer, tap like the BITCH that she is! -the crowd cheers loudly-

Turf: -saying without the microphone- THAT'S RIGHT! YOU ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT'S TRUE!

Silver: -she smirks- But me? I've got other BIDNESS...to attend to, and her name...is DIAMOND TIARA. -she looks at the camera with a serious expression, as the crowd OHHHs- It's so IRONIC, Diamond...you want to be the fightingest, most fearless Champion that there is, but you been showing a lot of FEAR this past week, because you've been DUCKING me! -the crowd now turns against Silver Spoon, booing her- Yeah! That's right, everyone! BOO her! SHAME on you, Diamond!

Garble: They're not booing HER, Silver Spoon…

Ahuizotl: She knows that, I believe. I think she just wanted to turn the crowd's negativity against them.

Turf: SHAME!

Silver: Diamond..you aren't the most FEARLESS Champion...right now? You're the LUCKIEST. You're lucky, because you got a boo-boo last Monday, that made you unable to face me at High Stakes. And that's lucky, because, if our match DID happen to take place last night, I would be the Crater Chick Champion RIGHT NOW! -boos- I would! But because of your little accident, you're going to get to be the Crater Chick Champion for a little bit longer. But not for MUCH longer, because I KNOW that your injury isn't serious at all, and that you will be back before too long, and when you DO come back, your Championship...will belong t-

-"Rich Girls" by The Virgins sends the crowd into a frenzy-

Garble: Speaking of the Crater Chick Champion, here she comes right now!

Ahuizotl: Silver Spoon didn't even call her out! She was simply BAD MOUTHING her!

-Diamond walks out onto the stage, wearing her Championship around her waist as Turf nearly throws a fit in the ring. Silver Spoon simply watches her former friend walk down to the ramp with a hand on her hip-

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

Garble: Turf is LIVID, but she cannot control these fans' emotions!

-Diamond steps into the ring and approaches Silver, a microphone of her own in her hand-

Diamond: Heh...typical Silver Spoon...belittling people when they're not even around. Why couldn't you call me out here, so you could say all this to my FACE? It seems to me like the only one "ducking" here...is YOU. -the crowd cheers loudly as Silver lowers her eyes at Diamond- But you were right about ONE thing...yes, my injury was VERY minor, and yes, I AM scheduled to return to action VERY soon. Since I'm in front of a ton of my fans right now, and my two former besties...I'll let you in on just WHEN that may be. This is sure to get both you two AND all of them excited, because I've officially been cleared to compete...NEXT MONDAY. -the crowd begins to cheer at insane volumes-

Garble: THAT'S HUGE! DIAMOND TIARA, THE CRATER CHICK CHAMPION, WILL BE BACK IN ACTION AS SOON AS NEXT WEEK!

Diamond: And 'Spoon? I've arranged for my Championship title defense against you...to be held NEXT Monday Night, on Lunacy! -the crowd begins another loud cheering fest as Silver continues to stare a hole through Diamond as Diamond smirks at her-

Ahuizotl: Did we just here that right?! Diamond Tiara vs Silver Spoon, NEXT WEEK on Lunacy?!

Garble: We sure did, 'Zotl! And not just that! It'll be for the Crater Chick Championship!

Silver Spoon: …...No amount of time off could prepare you for what you've got coming to you next Monday….-boos, as Silver turns towards the crowd- SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU'RE BOOING THE NEXT CRATER CHICK CHAMPION! -the boos intensify as Diamond can't help but continue to smirk. Silver looks at Diamond with an angry expression- WIPE THAT DUMB SMILE OFF YOUR FACE! YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?!

Diamond: Oh...I believe all right. I believe, that next Monday, I will walk out of this ring, STILL..the Crater. Chick. Champion! -Diamond removes her title from her waist and holds it up into the air, staring directly at Silver Spoon as her music plays, and the crowd cheers loudly-

Garble: It's OFFICIAL. Silver Spoon, will challenge Diamond Tiara, NEXT WEEK, for the Crater Chick Championship! NEXT WEEK!

-Silver Spoon stares at the Championship for a long time before bringing her eyes down to glare at Diamond-

Ahuizotl: They were friends for over TEN YEARS, but NEITHER of these women EVER thought they would be on a collision course, for the Crater Chick Championship!

Garble: These two flat out LOATHE each other nowadays, and that is going to fuel them to what I believe will be a CLASSIC encounter!

Ahuizotl: All the backstabbing, all the deceit...all the defamation...it all comes to an end NEXT WEEK!

-The scene of Diamond, still holding up her title, and Silver Spoon staring at each other with intensity soon fades out, as we head back to the interview area-

Silver Shill: And now, please help me welcome the FIRST annual winner of the Hope Springs Eternal ladder match...Rarity!

-The camera pans to the right, which shows Rarity with a proud smile on her face-

Rarity: Good day to you, Silver.

Silver: Thank you, Rarity. And on that note, the last day of your life has been not a good one, but a GREAT one! Last night at High Stakes, you stood tall, 20 feet above all of your opponents, with a Championship contract nestled between your arms. How can you describe that feeling?

Rarity: Well, I hate to be the methodological one here, but MOST of my opponents, save for one, were lying outside the ring. So, truthfully, when it comes to them, I was standing tall at least THIRTY feet above them.

Silver: -he nods- You're correct. My mistake.

Rarity: It's quite alright, dahling. The details do not matter, anyhow. The only detail that matters is that, yes, I, Rarity, obtained the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase, and now have the most pristine pleasure of being able to challenge for the Eternal Women's Championship, whenever I so please. -she smiles- It was a tremendous experience, standing on that ladder, and listening to my lovely fans cheer with such FEROCITY as I unlatched the briefcase. There's no question that I've had to deal with my fair share of setbacks. In all honesty, there haven't been too many moments in my career, up until this point, where I've been elated, and fully jubilant about how things turned out for me. You've been here since day one, Silver. You've witnessed all the hoops I've had to jump through to get where I am today.

Silver: -he nods- It's certainly been a LONG, winding road for you.

Rarity: -she nods- Indeed...but this right here…-she holds up her briefcase, looking at Silver- this is VINDICATION. This is a turning point in my career. Everything I've ever worked for is contained in this case right here. And when I open it up, it will open up a WORLD of opportunities for me. Opportunities that I've never been given before, unlike certain people, that have been HANDED everything for doing NOTHING. Let me tell you, Silver. Mentally, I feel WONDERFUL, because I've known for so long now that THIS is what I DESERVE, what I've EARNED...and now? The Eternal Women's Championship is literally IN MY GRASP. But physically, after that ladder match, which has EASILY been the most gruesome match I've been apart of, I feel like a zombie. My body is aching. Everything is so sore. But what do I have to complain about? Last night was the greatest night of my career...until I cash in this golden ticket, that is. -she giggles-

Silver: Regarding your newly-won briefcase, I've heard some rumors that you are going to...decorate it a bit?

Rarity: "Decorate" isn't quite what I would describe it as. You decorate Christmas trees, not briefcases. -she giggles- What I'm going to do is BEAUTIFY my briefcase, since it does belong to ME, after all. And, quite frankly...the design that was chosen for it is HORRID. Ech! Look at it! PLAIN black? No embroidery? No designs? Just a regular old, uninspired briefcase. -sighs- It pains me to see how desolate the human race's creativity has become...but you will not get the same from me, oh NO! Once tonight's show is over, I am going to take this puppy back to my boutique, and breathe NEW life into it! It's the least I can do, after all, since this briefcase has breathed new life into my CAREER!

Silver: And I'm guessing we'll be seeing the fruits of your labor soon enough?

Rarity: Why yes! And I'm quite positive everyone will be pleased with the resul- -Rarity ceases talking, and looks over to the right of Silver with a smile- Why, hello there, Berry.

Berry: Rarity. Pardon me, but I don't believe ANYONE gives a DAMN about what kind of ribbon you're gonna put on that case of yours.

Rarity: Oh no no no no no no no no no NO, dahling! Applying just ONE ribbon won't be enough to feed my artistic endeavors! I must go ABOVE and BEYO-

Berry: DAMMIT, Rarity! How 'bout ya stop fussin' over what color of rock will look best on your briefcase, and get focused on our match tonight! Just 'cause ya won that title shot, doesn't mean your battle is over yet. You've still gotta have matches. You've still gotta fight to PROVE that you deserve the briefcase!

Rarity: Oh, don't you worry, Berry! I am completely, ONE HUNDRED percent tuned in on our tag team contest. Becoming number one contender wouldn't really benefit me, because...well…-she points at her briefcase- I am basically the number one contender at ALL times.

Berry: Well ain't you just a lucky one, missy? But I guess, since I ain't got that same comfort, I'm gonna need to impress the chucklefucks in charge. And, well, the only way I know how to impress people, is by stomping sandcastles into as many asses as I can, and H'WALKIN' 'EM DRY! And there's A LOT of asses lined up for me to stick my boot into tonight!

Silver: Since you're here, Berry, a lot of people have been saying that you deserve to be the number one contender, considering how close you were to capturing the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase last night. Your thoughts?

Berry: My thoughts? Well damn, whoever said that, they're some intelligent folk, because you're DAMN RIGHT I should be the number one contender! Not only was my ass ROBBED the first time I challenged for the Eternal Women's Championship, but I opened up a can of whoopass on every last bitch in that ladder match last night! And furthermore, another great point by these oh-so intelligent folks, I was makin' my way up the damn ladder, as The Pale Wonder here had her fingers on the damn case! Miss Rarity, if your white ass was lying outside the ring, or if I was the one to make my way up the ladder first, that little briefcase you have? That little title match you have? It would be MINE, sister!

Rarity: -she nods- I'm not denying that. You're right. What Twist said last week is very true. A match like that...it's based a lot around luck, and who is under the briefcase at the right time. At High Stakes, that just so happened to be me, but you were trailing just under me, Berry. For that reason, and many others, I would agree when I say that you should be challenging Sunset for her Championship.

Berry: Why thank ya! It's very kind of ya to endorse me in such a staggering fashion. I'm sorry to say to say, though, to you, and all the other people that have spoken in a similar tone, that your endorsements ain't gonna mean a damn thing! If I'm gonna become the number one contender once again, I'm gonna have to impress the PANTIES off of them crooked cocks, and even if I'm the most impressive daughter of a bastard in pro wrestling, they STILL may not even put the stamp on me! Because, let's face it...The System? They hate my ugly ass, and I hate all of their asses, too. And I always will. I don't think they're gonna be too keen on giving me a title shot, after the way I've went against their puss-ass philosophies.

Rarity: You may be right there, dahling. If they don't, it is most definitely a shame. But if you are SOMEHOW able to score that opportunity, and defeat Sunset Shimmer, like I KNOW you can do? -she looks at her briefcase with a smirk- Maybe, somewhere down the road...you and I will clash for that coveted Championship.

Berry: -a smirk also comes across her face- ….I like the sound of that. The only person that deserves a chance to be the Champeen, besides me, is you, missy. And, despite the way you carry yourself, and the fact that you want to make your briefcase look like an accessory, rather than an accomplishment, I still know, especially after last night, that you are one TOUGH, sophisticated little SHIT. There ain't NOBODY tougher than Marble Cold Berry Punch, but if I had to pick someone to be backing me in the rear, it'd be you.

Rarity: -smiling sweetly- Aww...well, thank you, Berry. That means a lot to me. -her face then turns to one of uncertainty- Not sure about you calling me a little...dookie, though.

Berry: Well GODDAMN, Rarity! You should know me well enough by now! I don't mean that as an insult. I say that to EVERYONE that I respect! If I don't like you, then I'm gonna knock your teeth down ya damn throat, and cave your chest in with my feet!

Rarity: -she smiles worriedly, laughing uneasily- I suppose you're right, Berry. I look forward to teaming up with you tonight. And, perhaps, after our match, we can go indulge in a nice glass of wine?

Berry: YUCK! You wanna drink THAT pussy stuff? Come on, Rarity, live a little!

Rarity: Just take ONE little sip-

Berry: HELL NO! -she begins walking off- I ain't slurpin' that pigshit! My stomach would never forgive me!

Rarity: -looking at Silver with a hopeful grin- When it comes to the more ritzy adult beverages...she'll come around soon enough. -she then whispers- Between you and me...I'm going to spike her brew with a little Red Velvet. -she winks, before walking off with some giggles as we take a commercial break-

Garble: Hey there, Goofsters and Gaffsters. Welcome back to the show. We're being joined in the ring by Flitter, Midnight Strike and Honeycomb, who are going to be three members of what will turn out to be a five woman team.

Ahuizotl: ...What did you just say? Goofsters and Gaffsters? What did you just say?!

Garble: Oh ya know...some stuff.

-Honeycomb, after successfully hugging Midnight and forcing an agitated look on her face, she walks over to Flitter, extending her arms out. Flitter does the same, and accepts Honeycomb's warm embrace with a grin on her face-

Garble: -as the crowd "awwwwws"- Awwwww...that's SO CUTE! -he begins punching the announce table- Flitter sure looks much more welcoming of Honeycomb's hugs than Midnight does.

Ahuizotl: Oh, you can tell that Midnight LOVES Honeycomb's hugs. She just doesn't want people to know that, but it's really quite obvious.

-The sound of glass breaking ignites the crowd with nothing but positive reactions-

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR PARTNERRRRS..FIRST! Frooooom LOOONEEEYYYVIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 135 POOOOOUNDS.."MAAAARBLE COOOOLD"..BEEEEERRRRRYYYYY..PUUUUUUUUUNCH!

-Berry walks down the ramp, bobbing her head vigorously-

Garble: What a WEEK Berry Punch has had! She defeated NINE other women in a Battle Royal last week in under THREE MINUTES, and, of course, the TERRIFIC performance she had last night in the Hope Springs Eternal match.

Ahuizotl: But then again, ALL of the women in that match brought their A-Game, and they fought harder than they EVER had in their careers. If Berry Punch was just a FEW seconds faster, SHE would be holding that briefcase right now!

*Everybody's starry eyed…* -the cheers don't falter from there. They are still just as loud-

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR PARTNEEEERRRRR..frooooom LOOOOONEEEEYYYYVIIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 131 POOOOOUNDS..she iiiiis, MIIIIISS HOOOOPE SPRINGS ETEEEERRRRNAAAAAL..RRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRIIIIIIIIIITTTTYYYYYYY!

Garble: And speaking of, HERE is the woman that DID capture the briefcase! Rarity was mere INCHES above Berry Punch on that ladder. Like she said, she was simply there at the right place, and at the right time.

Ahuizotl: Not many people expected Rarity to win at High Stakes, given the fact that she has suffered many losses whenever an important match would pop up, but Rarity SHATTERED those expectations by becoming, as Madden said, "Miss Hope Springs Eternal."

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! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY! RAR-I-TY!

Garble: What a great title, and it now belongs to a very deserving, humble and lovely young lady. These people LOVE her, 'Zotl! Rarity has been captivating them since the FIRST episode of Monday Night Lunacy, and to see how far she's come since then, it really brings a tear to your eye; it puts everything into perspective!

Ahuizotl: Rarity has ALL the tools to become Eternal Women's Champion. She actually has already DEFEATED the current Champion in a one-on-one match, so winning the actual title should not be as difficult as you would expect.

-Rarity gives a gracious kiss on the cheek to a young boy before walking down the rest of the ramp, elegantly carrying her newly-won briefcase at her side-

*Welcome to the Danger Zone!* -STILL, the cheers do not drop any decibels. In fact, you could say they actually GAINED a little bit!-

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS...FIRST! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 244 POOOOUNDS..LLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIGHTNIIIIIIIIIIIING DUUUUST! AAAAAAAAAAND FLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUTTERRRRRRRRSHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!

-The crowd follows the lead of Fluttershy, shouting, "YAY" whenever she brings her index fingers up towards the air as she hops sideways down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: And now our second team in this 10-Women Tag Team bout begins to take shape, and we're ALREADY seeing some heavy artillery, here.

Garble: You bet your ass, man. Lightning Dust and Fluttershy, two of the MOST popular competitors in the EWF. But they are fresh off a debilitating loss last night at High Stakes. Do you think they'll be able to bounce back tonight?

Ahuizotl: I do. Sure, they may have lost their titles, but an even BIGGER opportunity is at stake here. I know Lightning and Fluttershy may have an automatic rematch clause, but I'd like to think they would give that up if Luna approached one of them, or maybe BOTH, and told them they would be challenging Sunset Shimmer for HER title.

Garble: I know I would! That's an opportunity SO HUGE, I don't know HOW you could let it slip up! But regardless, whoever is joining up with these two ladies is going to have a slight advantage over the other team. Lightning Dust and Fluttershy are tag team SPECIALISTS. They're former CHAMPIONS, man! They are automatically going to boost the confidence of ANY team they're apart of!

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD* -some of the cheers die down, and are replaced by boos-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR PARTNERRRRS..FIRST! Froooom DAVENPOOORT, IOOOOWAAA! Weighing in at 120 POOOOUNDS..BEEEEEEEEETH..DRRRROOOOOOOOOLLIIIIIIIIINS!

Garble: You can see her up in the aisleway, taking the traditional route of The Sword towards the ring.

Ahuizotl: You want to talk about tag team specialists? The woman walking through the crowd right now has, along with the other members of The Sword, SPECIALIZED in MAIMING her opponents; The Sword are MASTERS of cutting off the ring, and keeping their opponents in THEIR corner. This team is shaping up to be an UNSTOPPABLE force, let me tell you.

Garble: But here's the problem, because it always seems like there has to be one of those...Beth Drollins? She HATES Lightning Dust. She HATES Fluttershy. And, guess what, though Fluttershy is the kindest soul you'll ever meet, they HATE Drollins, too! They HATE The Sword! How can these 3 co-exist on the same team?

Ahuizotl: Very simple. There is a chance to challenge for The Eternal Women's Championship at stake. If these women aren't on the same page, then they WON'T be able to impress Luna. And therefore, they won't receive a title shot. So, if they are smart, they'll put their differences aside, and work as a unit, in order to achieve a singular goal.

-Drollins somersaults over the barricade, and, as she gets to her feet, focuses her attention on Lightning and Fluttershy. They also stare at her intently with anger in their eyes-

Garble: Beth Drollins: Incredibly agile. Very nimble. Moves quickly on her feet, almost cat-like. She makes a WONDERFUL addition to what is already a STELLAR team.

-As the lights in the arena dim to black, the sound of one lone heartbeat plays before the song goes into a guitar solo. It begins building up to what finally becomes the low growl of a demon. Afterwards, the crowd goes crazy as "Catch Your Breath" by CFO$ blares throughout the arena- (this is a remix version that Finn Balor uses in NXT when he is in his human form, instead of his demon form. I figured I would do the same for Twist, because, up to this point, I haven't really done much to set the two distinct personalities apart. Well, this is my answer. Here is a link to the remix, or Twist's theme as a human: youtubedotcom/watch?v=TzDFOxkW40A )

-Smoke rises from the left and ride sides of the ramp as Twist stands at the top of the stage, her back turned as a spotlight shines on her. As the smoke clears, Twist turns around and begins her slow walk down to the ring-

Madden: NEXT! Frooom LOOOOONEEEEEEEYYYYVIIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 134 POOOOUNDS...TTTTTTTWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!

Garble: Twist, sporting a new leather jacket in her wardrobe. You want to know HOW I realize this is Twist, 'Zotl?

Ahuizotl: Because there's no crawling?

Garble: Yes, precisely. Human Twist is a lot more calm, rather than erratic. But you never know when Finnette Balor may lash out, and if Twist wants to become The Eternal Women's Champion, she very well may have to unleash the demon every now and again, because the road to glory here on Lunacy is going to be long, excruciating, and strenuous.

Ahuizotl: Twist, I feel, would make a WONDERFUL representative for Lunacy as its Champion. She's really come into her own over these past few months, including what was a damn fine performance in last night's Hope Springs Eternal match.

-Twist straightens up the collars on her jacket before throwing her arms into the air, the fans doing the same as the opera stuff (I don't know what it's called) in her theme music approaches. Blinding white lights appear in the stage as Twist throws up her arms again. Twist then walks over to the steps and begins to walk up them-

Garble: I'm very much looking forward to seeing how well Twist is going to perform in this match. She isn't a tag team specialist like her three partners, but she sure has the element of surprise on her side, and she might even instill fear into some of her opponents.

-Twist stands on the apron, looking out at the fans in front of her as they cheer their hearts out-

Ahuizotl: Yes, I could see that. Those women across the ring from her never quite know when Finnette Balor could make an appearance, and that may intimidate some of them.

-Twist climbs up onto the top rope and throws her arms into the air again, along with the crowd. Twist then climbs off the top rope and enters the ring, the crowd cheering as the spotlight focuses on her as she stands in the middle of the ring-

Garble: A Championship opportunity could be in the future for Twist if she can impress Luna and Swirlinaitis. But in a match with NINE other women, it's going to be EXTREMELY difficult to stand out!

*We're a 3 ma'am baaaaand!* -this is definitely the LOUDEST reaction given to all of the 10 women in this match!-

Ahuizotl: And HERE comes the FINAL competitor!

Madden: Aaaaand, accompaniiied by ARIAAAA BLAAAAZE, and SOOONAAAATAAAA DUSK! Froooom CAAAANTERLOOOOT! Weighing in at 125 POOOOUNDS..AAAAADAAAAAAGIIIIIOOOOO..DAAAAAAAAAZZLLLLLEEEEE!

Garble: It's been ALL over social media, all over the internet! EVERYONE has been talking about the SHOCKING, the UNBELIEVABLE return of 3MB last night at High Stakes! They made an impact that we will likely NEVER forget, showing up JUST before Amay Wythyst could grab the Hope Springs Eternal briefcase!

Ahuizotl: Their plan went to absolute PERFECTION, and as a result, 3MB COST Amay Wythyst a guaranteed Championship match! It was one of the LOUDEST reactions I've EVER heard from these fans! NOBODY saw it coming, ESPECIALLY not The Wythyst Family!

Garble: Yeah, but you have to think, how IS The Wythyst Family going to react? If I'm Adagio Dazzle, I'm PRAYING that Luna grants me that title shot, so that I don't have to face the wrath of The Wythyst's! -he shivers a bit-

Ahuizotl: Well, it's a good thing YOU are not Adagio Dazzle, because the way these three girls figuratively SPIT in the face of The Wythyst Family, I am PRETTY sure that the fear they once had for them has completely EVAPORATED! If Adagio Dazzle DOESN'T secure the title match, you can be SURE that we are going to see 3MB, and The Wythyst Family square off for the SECOND time!

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!

-All three members step onto the apron, Sonata on the right making the number "3" with her index, middle, and ring fingers. Adagio in the center making the letter "M" with the same fingers except pointing down. And Aria at the left 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. Adagio then hops backwards over the top rope, while Aria and Sonata grab each other's hand and look at each other before leaping into the ring from the side-

Ahuizotl: Adagio has replaced her ultra-poofy hair, and is now rockin' some flat, curly hair in its place.

Garble: Aww! I was a big fan of the cheeseball look she had going on. -he frowns- Oh well. Speaking of ROCKIN', I am FULLY PREPARED to rock ALL NIGHT with my FAVORITE band, 'Zotl! 3MB is fucking BACK, dammit! WOOOOOO!

-All three members of 3MB stand in the middle of the ring and play some air guitar. Or have a seizure. You decide. Sonata has her tongue stuck out as she crowd wildly cheers 3MB for their masterful "guitar" playing-

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! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B!

Ahuizotl: They may be just as silly as they were before, but I'm telling you, we may be looking at a much more FOCUSED, more DANGEROUS version of 3MB. And one of their members, Adagio Dazzle, could be well on her way to facing Sunset Shimmer at Boiling Point.

-Aria and Sonata exit the ring, as do the women in the match. Before Rarity can leave the ring, Honeycomb approaches her, and winds up getting a warm hug from Rarity, who has a sweet smile spread across her face. She then dares to get the same out of Berry Punch. As Honeycomb approaches Berry, holding her arms out, Berry simply gives Honeycomb a thumbs up before stepping out onto the apron-

Garble: -as the crowd is disappointed in Berry- Dammit, Berry! Why'd you have to go and do that?

Ahuizotl: Well, Midnight came up 3-1 when it come to hugs. It seems you can't hug them all, I guess.

Garble: Honestly, Honeycomb should've seen that coming. Hugs just AREN'T Berry's style. Now, if you can get her drunk, maybe, just MAYBE she'll shell out a few hugs. But otherwise? Nah, not happening. It's still sad, though.

-Honeycomb stands in the ring, looking down at the mat with a frown etched across her face-

Match 2: Adagio Dazzle w/ Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk, Beth Drollins, Lightning Dust, Fluttershy and Twist vs Midnight Strike, Honeycomb, Rarity, Berry Punch and Flitter

-7 minutes later-

-Berry Punch kicks Lightning Dust in the gut-

Garble: We all know what's coming next!

-Before Berry can execute the Bar Tab, Lightning pushes her away, and in front of Berry is Beth Drollins, who springboards off the top rope, and flies towards Berry. Berry is able to duck out of the way, which allows Beth's knee to CRASH into Lightning's forehead and send her falling to the mat!-

Ahuizotl: OH! BETH DROLLINS! HER KNEE INADVERTENTLY STRUCK LIGHTNING DUST'S TEMPLE!

-Drollins gets to her feet, holding out her arms in a "what the hell" fashion as she looks down at Lightning-

Drollins: HOW HAVE YOU EVER BEEN A CHAMPION?! YOU HAVE THE WORST DEPTH PERCEPTION THAT I'VE EVER SEEN!

-Drollins turns around, shaking her head, and she wins up getting her OWN gut kicked by Berry-

Garble: Speak for yourself, Drollins! How could you not see THIS comiiiing!

-Berry delivers the Bar Tab to Drollins, electrifying the crowd-

Ahuizotl: Berry Punch was originally attempting to nail this on Lightning Dust, but she winds up hitting the Bar Tab on BETH DROLLINS, who, don't forget, is the LEGAL WOMAN!

-Berry covers Drollins-

Garble: Berry realizes this! She didn't forget!

*1...2…-Drollins is able to get a shoulder up-

Ahuizotl: DAMN, and Drollins kicks out!

Garble: What a comeback that would've been for Berry Punch, just 24 hours after coming up JUST short in Hope Springs Eternal!

-9 minutes later-

-Honeycomb makes the tag to Rarity, just as Adagio does to Fluttershy-

Garble: THIS should be interesting! Rarity and Fluttershy, who have been well-documented to be extremely close.

Ahuizotl: Indeed. Rarity even helped Fluttershy come out of her shell a bit in front of these fans. She's been a huge help to her ever since the came over to Lunacy.

-Rarity smiles as she approaches Fluttershy, who responds with her own light smile. Rarity outstretches her hand-

Garble: Aww...this is sweet. Though they may be on separate teams, there's no animosity WHATSOEVER between these two!

-Fluttershy accepts Rarity's hand, and shakes it with her same smile. She then quickly lets go of Rarity's hand, twists her body around to the back of Rarity's body, and rolls her up with a Schoolboy (or, in this case, Schoolgirl) pin-

Ahuizotl: FLUTTERSHY! THAT SNEAKY LITTLE FLUTTERSHY!

*1….2…-Rarity is able to get a shoulder up, and pops up off the apron as soon as she kicks out, looking at Fluttershy with a wide mouth-

Garble: -as the crowd is cheering loudly- WHOA! Uhhh...I...I didn't see that coming! And clearly, by the look on her face, neither did Rarity!

Ahuizotl: It's ALWAYS the quiet ones you've gotta watch out for!

Fluttershy: -looking at Rarity with an extremely worried face- I-...I'm so sorry, Rarity! -she squinches her eyes shut-

Rarity: -her smile returns as she gets to her feet- Don't worry about it, dahling. I….I was actually JUST about to pull the same move on you.

Garble: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. You crazy gals!

Ahuizotl: THAT right there...THAT is a sign of true friendship!

Garble: Uhhh...if you say so.

-Fluttershy and Rarity giggle as they circle around the ring, all bets now off-

-7 minutes later-

-Berry attempts to deliver the Bar Tab on Twist, the legal woman, but Twist shoves Berry away. In front of Berry is Fluttershy, who sprints at Berry and leaps into the air, bending her knee and taking Berry down to the mat with said knee-

Garble: OBEDIENCE TRAINING! BERRY PUNCH IS BLUSHED!

Ahuizotl: And NOT the kind of blushed she is USED to being!

-Once Fluttershy gets up, she is grabbed by Flitter, who performs a backflip as she holds onto her and slams her back-first into the mat!-

Garble: THE FLITTER FLIP! (Or, as it is known in the wrestling world, the C4: gyazodotcom/8253e098c4370fed448e4b25cd08d2e6 ) One of the most BEAUTIFUL wrestling maneuvers you will ever see!

Ahuizotl: And that perfectly describes Flitter! She's beautiful, yet she can be very lethal!

-As Flitter gets to her feet, she is stunned by a Back Kick from Beth Drollins, before Beth performs the Skywalker on her! gyazodotcom/e239881e878e410fc1c72c181cb503bd -

Garble: And Drollins now in the mix!

Ahuizotl: This is the traditional pandemonium that comes with these multi-person matches! At some point, EVERYONE files into the ring and hits their finisher on whoever they can!

-As Drollins gets to her feet, SHE is now caught in the grasp of Honeycomb, who soon slams Drollins with a Belly-to-Belly suplex!-

Garble: Beth Drollins, getting a lesson in Basic Huganomics! That may be the cutest finishing move in wrestling HISTORY!

-As Honeycomb turns around upon getting up to her feet, she is kicked in the gut by Adagio Dazzle, who then follows it up by hitting Honeycomb with a Lifting DDT!-

Ahuizotl: RAZZLE DAZZLE! NO finisher will be left un-executed!

-As Adagio gets to her feet, she is the recipient of a kick to the gut by Rarity, who then lifts her over her own head, hooking Adagio's arms with her own. Rarity then releases Adagio's arms and faceplants Adagio into the mat with a Gory Bomb!-

Garble: The Sequin Special! Adagio just got ROCKED!

-As Rarity turns around after getting to her feet, she has to think fast as she ducks under an attempted Roundhouse kick from Lightning Dust-

Ahuizotl: Lightning Dust ALMOST caught Ms. Hope Springs Eternal right there!

-Now that she is behind Lightning, Rarity bends Lightning's head down into an inverted facelock before twisting Lightning's body into a Rolling Cutter (more widely known as Cody Rhodes' 'Cross Rhodes')-

Garble: Rarity calls that The Cut-Throat Carousel!

-Once Rarity turns around, she is lifted up onto the shoulders of Twist, before being dropped onto both of Twist's knees with a Fireman's carry gutbuster!-

Ahuizotl: And there's the Plot Twist! And I know it's hard to keep track, what with all the action happening, but Twist IS the legal woman for her team!

-Twist turns around to see Midnight Strike springboarding off the top rope, and, speaking of knees, Midnight performs a Springboard Codebreaker on Twist!-

Garble: And there's the legal woman for HER team, Midnight Strike, nailing Twist with what she calls The Buzzkill!

-Midnight then exits the ring and climbs up to the top rope, the crowd chanting "MID-NIGHT" wildly-

Ahuizotl: Midnight was able to pin Cadance in last week's main event to win the match for her team, and she could do the same here tonight!

Garble: She was VERY impressive as a part of Hope Springs Eternal, and if she can score the victory here, this could be HER time to become the number one contender!

-Twist begins to rise to her feet, which seems to be exactly what Midnight wants, as she awaits for the most opportune moment. When that time comes, Midnight leaps off the top rope, and attempts to land both of her feet into the back of Twist's head. But at the last second, Twist is able to lift her hands up, place her palms on the soles of Midnight's boots, and push up on them. With enough force, this causes Midnight to perform a backflip in mid-air, much to the crowd's ASTONISHMENT! When Midnight lands on her feet, however, she is immediately caught with a kick to her gut-

Garble: THAT...THAT WAS FUCKING CRAZY!

Ahuizotl: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT WAS! AND THIS WILL BE THE FINISHING TOUCH!

-Twist plants Midnight's face into the mat with a Twist of Fate, as the crowd is going INSANE!-

Garble: TWIST OF FATE! TWIST. OF. FATE!

-Twist moves Midnight over onto her back, and hooks her leg, the crowd excitedly counting along with the-

*1…...2…..3!* -the bell rings as the crowd jumps to their feet in delight-

Ahuizotl: WHAT A CLIMAX! WHAT A MATCH! YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT TWISTS?! THAT MATCH WAS CHOCK-FULL OF THEM!

Madden: Here are YOOOUUUURRR WIIIIIINNEEEEERRRRS..BEEEEEEETH DRRRRROOOOOOLLIIIIIIIIINS! FLLLLUUUUUUUUTTEEEEERRRRSHHHHYYYYY! LLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTNIIIIIIIIIIIIIING DUUUUUST! AAAADAAAAAAGIIIIOOOOO..DAAAAAAAZZLLLLLLEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAND TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!

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!

Garble: Usually, Midnight Strike will hit the Stroke of Midnight when her opponent is FLAT on their back. But tonight, for some reason, whether it simply be to mix things up, or what, Midnight wanted to wait until Twist rose to her feet, and then, she would plant her boots into the back of Twist's SKULLS!

Ahuizotl: It was a good idea in theory, but what came next, was even MORE awe-inspiring! It turns out that Midnight SHOULD'VE stuck to her usual routine, because here tonight, Twist was able to get her hands up, and PUSH on Midnight's boots, which sent her BACK into orbit, and landing on the ring after a sensational BACKFLIP!

Garble: It was one of the most EXHILARATING turn of events that I've seen transpire during my days as a Lunacy commentator! It worked out INCREDIBLY well for us, the fans, and for Twist, but for Midnight Strike? It turned out to be a DISASTER.

Ahuizotl: ALL nine other women, Midnight being the last victim, were each hit with a different finishing move from one of their opponents. But the one woman right now, that is standing, is Twist!

Garble: If THAT doesn't make a strong case as to why Twist should be number one contender, then I don't know WHAT will, because that was absolutely BEAUTIFUL!

-Twist's four partners begin to bring themselves back into the ring-

Ahuizotl: Oh, HERE come Twist's partners. They each had to take a minute to recuperate, but they've now all joined Twist in the ring.

Garble: It was certainly a very peculiar squad that Luna threw together, here...Lightning Dust, Fluttershy and BETH DROLLINS? It's like she WANTED to see them get into a squabble, but save for a few minor miscommunications, these five women worked VERY well together!

-Beth Drollins REFUSES to have her hand raises by ANY of her partner. But she WILL allow the referee to raise her hand as she stands in front of her four other partners, away from all of them-

Ahuizotl: I can't say I'm surprised by this...Beth Drollins, as usual, unless your name is Ditzbrose or Reigns, not being a team player.

Garble: I wouldn't be surprised if Drollins thought SHE was the one that lead her team to victory.

-Behind Drollins, Fluttershy, on the far right, is having her hand raised by Lightning Dust, who is having her hand raised by Twist, who is having her hand raised by Adagio Dazzle as the crowd is cheering loudly for ALL of them-

Ahuizotl: Well, regardless of the personal animosity some of these women have for one another, this is still a team I would NOT want to mess with. Not tonight, or ANY night for that matter.

-Lightning Dust grabs a microphone for both herself and Fluttershy-

Garble: Oh. What's this? Is Lightning Dust going to address her teammates? Fluttershy looks like she has something to say, as well.

Lightning Dust: -she leans over the top rope, as her partners (except for Fluttershy) begin to walk to the back- Nice job tonight, ladies. You all did great. And I'm sure, after a win like that, you all think you should be in line for a title match against Sunset Shimmer. Now…-she chuckles- I won't lie...I would love NOTHING more than to be the one to take that kiss-ass down for good. I would LOVE to have another shot, this time, a FAIR one, to carry the Eternal Women's Championship…

Fluttershy: -she nods- We all would.

Lightning: But even so...'Shy and I were only competing in this match because we were told to. We ALWAYS strive to impress, but we're going to have to let an opportunity to be number one contender slide for right now. -the crowd boos, as Lightning puts a hand up- No, no, don't get it twisted. There's a very good reason, and it involves YOU, Drollins.

-The crowd OHHHs as Drollins, who was walking up the stage to go to the back, turns around-

Lightning: Yeah, you. -she nods her head behind her- How about you mosey on down to this ring?

-Drollins begins to walk down the ramp-

Fluttershy: And umm...while you're making your way down here, why don't your friends, Rosely Reigns and Diane Ditzbrose do the same? I-If you don't mind, that is…-she blushes as Lightning smirks at her-

Lightning: That would be helpful, because this involves ALL three of you. We want The Sword out here RIGHT N-

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD* -much of the crowd cheers as the walky talky reception ends-

Ahuizotl: Ask and you SHALL receive! Here comes the NEW Chick Combo Champions, right on schedule.

-Ditzbrose and Reigns appear at the top of the aisleway, and they begin walking down the steps-

Garble: This could end up becoming a VERY volatile situation in a hurry! Lightning Dust and Fluttershy can't STAND The Sword, and the feeling is mutual!

Ahuizotl: These two teams have been at each other's throats for nearly FIVE MONTHS, and throughout their rivalry, The Sword has ALWAYS come out on top. Could Lightning Dust and Fluttershy finally be realizing this? Are they going to extend an olive branch to The Sword?

Garble: HA! Oh, that's a good one, 'Zotl! Come on! You don't actually believe what you just said, do you?

Ahuizotl: Well, not necessarily. It was just a thought. ANYTHING can happen at this point! We both figured that out FAIRLY quickly!

-Ditzbrose and Reigns bring themselves over the barricade, Drollins walking over to meet them. The three members of The Sword all collect microphones of their own from the timekeeper's area before they enter the ring, standing in front of their fiercest adversaries-

Fluttershy: Thank you for joining us in the ring. Lightning Dust and I appreciate i-

Ditzbrose: Ahhhh CUT THE CRAP! You're wasting our time with all this cordial stuff!

Lightning: Believe us when we tell you that the LAST thing we want to be with you girls is civil. Eugh...we're here to get straight to the point, and you probably know WHY we've called you out here.

Drollins: We have our suspicions…

Lightning: Well allow us to bring those suspicions to light. We've had four battles at this point. And each and every single time, 'Shy and I have been on the losing end. And we admit this, and we're going to own up to it. But this isn't about our long-standing rivalry...it's not about settling the score, no. It's about those pieces of gold, that are fastened around your waists right now. -she points as Reigns and Ditzbrose's waists, as the crowd cheers. Reigns pats her belt with pride- Reigns...Ditzbrose. We'll give you two ALL the credit in the world. Last night? Ya beat us again. Even when it looked like we were on the cusp of retaining our titles, you STILL found a way to win…-much of the crowd cheers, while some of them boo- And some people like that, and some people don't…

Fluttershy: Us? -she points between herself and Lightning- We're the two people that like it the LEAST. -her face turns serious- In fact...we HATE it.

Reigns: -she shrugs- Sucks to suck. Get used to it.

Lightning: No, but THAT'S the problem...we CAN'T get used to it...if you three thought it would be THAT easy to get rid of us? Well those title belts must be TOO tight around your waists!

Fluttershy: If you were expecting Lightning and I to disband, to break up as soon as we lost the Chick Combo Championships, we've got some bad news for you.

Lightning: Sure, 'Shy and I only became a team as a last resort, in an attempt to drive you three OUT of the EWF. But ever since we first won the Chick Combo titles...we've grown exponentially as a team, and more-so? As friends…-Lightning looks at Fluttershy with a smile, putting an arm around her and bringing her close as the crowd both "awwws" and cheers, as well. Ditzbrose's eye twitches in disgust- It would be EASY for us to go our separate ways after High Stakes, but we wouldn't be able to rest...we wouldn't be able to LIVE with ourselves...if we didn't at least TRY to achieve that same success as a tag team AGAIN. -cheers-

Fluttershy: For the sake of our team...for the sake of our friendship...for the sake of our FANS...we CAN'T allow it all to end in a simple defeat! -loud cheers- That is why, at Boiling Point...Lightning Dust and I are invoking our rematch clause, for The Chick Combo Championships! -even LOUDER cheers begin-

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

Garble: There it is, 'Zotl! Lightning Dust and Fluttershy, have officially declared their intentions to attempt to become TWO TIME Chick Combo Champions!

Lightning: So Ditzbrose! Reigns! You'd better enjoy your time as the Chick Combo Champions, beca-

Drollins: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Aren't you forgetting about somebody?

Lightning: Uhhh...no? Drollins, you AREN'T one of the Chick Combo Champions. But your buddies ARE, so we're speaking to them.

Drollins: Ahhh, that's right! -she looks at her stablemates with a smirk- They don't know!

Lightning: -she looks between the three Sword members in confusion- Don't know what? What don't we know?

Ditzbrose: Everyone knows that The Sword works as one unit. We're not after individual goals. Everything we do, we do for the betterment of EACH OTHER.

Drollins: -she nods- Earlier today, the three of us approached Luna, and we asked her to...establish a new edict when it came to The Sword's Championship reign. It's a regulation EXCLUSIVE to The Sword. No matter what anyone says, The Sword won the Chick Combo Championships because of our combined efforts. Without our combined efforts, we wouldn't have made it that far. So...we explained to Luna that, it is only fair that if two members of The Sword are Champions...then they should ALL be Champions. -the crowd begins OHHHH'ing loudly-

Fluttershy: -her eyes bulge in realization- S-so….so what you're saying is…

Drollins: -she nods with a smirk- You catch on quick. With Luna's authorization, from this day forward, ALL three members of The Sword; that's Drollins…

Ditzbrose: DITZBROSE!

Reigns: And Reigns.

Drollins: We are all recognized as OFFICIAL holders...of The Chick. Combo. Championships. -a lot of the crowd approves of this idea, but some fans are booing-

Garble: That's...that's UNHEARD of! Drollins! Ditzbrose and Reigns! They are ALL the titleholders!

Ahuizotl: That's what they said! Oh my GOD!

Drollins: And for you all simple-minded people out there, that means, whenever The Sword must put their titles on the line, ANY combination of us, can be the ones to defend them.

Ditzbrose: And only WE get to make that decision! Not our challengers, not EWF management, NO! Just US. The ball is in OUR court!

Drollins: So, ladies…-she looks at Lightning and Fluttershy, who are STUNNED by this announcement- the next time you want to conduct a Champions roll call, make sure you DON'T forget about me! Because I'm as much of a Champion as Diane and Rosely are!

Lightning: Heh…-she smirks- you know, we were a little surprised at first...but now that we've had a little bit to let this settle in...it doesn't surprise us ONE bit. Of COURSE you three would want to add us MUCH leverage to your title reign as you could! Not ONLY can you retain your titles by Disqualification, but now YOU get to pick WHO your opponents face in title matches? -she shakes her head- Man...I've got to give it up to you, really…

Drollins: It's not for "leverage" you DOLT! It only makes perfectly logical sense! We are THE SWORD, not Ditzbrose & Reigns! Every time we come to the ring, we are announced as THE SWORD! We have EACH OTHER to thank for how far we've come in the EWF, so why WOULDN'T we all be The Chick Combo Champio-

Lightning: -she puts a hut up in front of Drollins' mouth- Stop. Just stop. You can spin it whichever way you'd like, but you weren't in a match with us last night. You were in your OWN match.

Drollins: Good observational skills. But I was in the OTHER three matches where The Sword DEFEATED you two, so that means that I'm just as worthy of being Champion as my partners.

Lightning: Fine. Whatever. It's an official decision, and there's nothing 'Shy and I can do about it. So...which one of you three is going to lose to us at Boiling Point?

Ditzbrose: -she smirks- Now WHY would we tell you THAT? You're going to get your answer at Boiling Point. -much of the crowd boos- The Sword are the Champions right now! We've EARNED the right to keep that a secret!

Lightning: -looking down at the mat with a, "alright, ya got me" smile- ….I see how it is. VERY clever of you three.

Reigns: And you ain't gonna be able to pick which two of us you're fighting, like you have before.

Lightning: No, that's fine. Go ahead. Go ahead and converse about which two of you are gonna defend The Sword's honor. Go ahead and make us wait. Because the wait? It's gonna be WELL worth it. -loud cheers-

Fluttershy: You girls are right...when it comes to matches against The Sword, Lightning Dust and I are four and 0. You may have the edge, you may have a brand-new Champions' advantage, but come Boiling Point, NONE of it will matter. Not the handicap you have, not the winning record you have against us...not even the fact that you are UNDEFEATED. Lunacy fans…-she looks all around the arena- I've got a few claims to make, and when I make them, I want you to respond with ONE word. Do you all know what that word is?

Crowd: -they explode with cheers, before breaking out into a chant of- YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

Fluttershy: -smiles- Good. Drollins...Ditzbrose...Reigns. At Boiling Point, Lightning Dust and I WILL regain our Chick Combo Championships.

Crowd: YAY!

Fluttershy: We WILL become the FIRST team, to hand you your FIRST loss.

Crowd: YAY!

Fluttershy: No matter WHICH two of you are defending your titles, it will be your LAST defense.

Crowd: YAY!

Fluttershy: You may have four wins over us to your name, but girls…-both she and Lightning Dust step up to the two wearing the belts (Ditzbrose and Reigns) and get in their face- We can ASSURE you...that if you hope to beat us for a FIFTH time? You will have to wrestle the best match that you EVER have.

Crowd: YAY!

Fluttershy: But we can promise you the SAME...Lightning Dust and I will wrestle the best match WE ever have.

Crowd: YAY!

Fluttershy: Every time we have faced off with The Sword, you've always brought the absolute best out of us. But at Boiling Point? Your "best" won't be enough! No matter who steps up to the plate, you WILL NOT defeat us for the fifth time! At Boiling Point, our losing streak against the three of you ENDS! And so to...does your reign…-she is whispering aggressively at this point- as the Chick. Combo. Champions…-the crowd's cheers are EAR-PIERCING-

Crowd: -as Fluttershy continues to look around the ring at her three possible opponents, flinging her index fingers into the air, a look of determination on her face- YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

Ahuizotl: What a proclamation! I've never heard Fluttershy speak with such...such CERTAINTY in her voice! You can truly tell that she BELIEVES in what she is saying!

Garble: Ever since she started teaming with Lightning Dust, you can tell that Fluttershy's confidence has risen TEN-FOLD, and those statements right there PROVED IT. Ditzbrose's, Reigns', and, in a SHOCKING turn of events, DROLLINS' reign as The Chick Combo Championship, their undefeated record, not only against Fluttershy and Lightning Dust, but in the EWF PERIOD! It could ALL be in SERIOUS jeopardy come Boiling Point!

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

Ahuizotl: For the first time EVER, we have THREE women holding ONE Championship in the EWF! But this unprecedented feat may not last for very long, because the FORMER Champions STILL have those titles in their sights, and they could very well become the very first TWO time Chick Combo Champions!

-Fluttershy continues to fling her index fingers into the air, while the crowd continues to "YAY" vigorously. Lightning Dust jawjacks with Beth Drollins until The Sword decides to leave the ring and exit through the crowd-

Garble: The Sword may have a lot of fans here tonight in the Asylum, but it seems to me like the Lunacy fans are more-so behind the team of Lightning Dust and Fluttershy. Just LISTEN to them!

Ahuizotl: That may be true, but the crowd have been behind those two since the very START of this rivalry, yet that hasn't stopped The Sword from defeating the former Champions FOUR TIMES already, and it certainly won't help them from defeating them a FIFTH time, either.

Garble: Yeah, you're right, but Lightning Dust and Fluttershy say this will be the HARDEST of the five matches for The Sword, and they say not even The Sword's BEST will be good enough to retain them their titles. That's a BOLD prediction, but hey, it just shows, like I said, the confidence that Fluttershy, and ESPECIALLY Lightning Dust possess.

-Lightning Dust and Fluttershy exit the ring, with Fluttershy jumping sideways up the ramp, yelling, "Yay" along with the fans-

Adagio: Now that THAT'S out of the way…-the crowd continues to cheer as the camera pans to in front of the announce table, where it is revealed that the members of 3MB have been standing there the whole time. Adagio then climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring, followed by Sonata and Aria, all three of which have microphones of their own- we decided to be something we're normally not...POLITE, for a change, and let those five air their grievances. -she looks towards the stage- So you're welcome.

Aria: But now that they've cleared the ring, it's OUR turn to go on a spiel. So, if you all don't mind…-she looks around at the crowd- we've got some things to take care of ourselves.

Crowd: WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND! WE DON'T MIND!

Aria: -grinning as she looks at the other members- I knew they wouldn't mind.

Adagio: -smirking- But before we get down to business, I've got to get this out of my system….-she clears her throat- LOOOOOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEYVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLEEEEEEEEEE-AH! -the crowd cheers- HOW WE ALL DOING TONIGHT-AH?! -she holds up the microphone as the crowd bombards the arena with cheers- THAT'S GOOD, THAT'S GOOD! And I've got another question for ya...Are you all ready to ROCK, ONCE AGAIN, WITH THE 3. MA'AM. BAAAAAAAAAAAND, BAAAAY-BAAAAAY?! -even louder cheers follow as all three members hold up their microphones-

Crowd: ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Aria: Oh we PLAN to! We plan to!

Sonata: You're a wonderful audience, THANK YOU! -she waves to them as the crowd continues to cheer-

Adagio: They are LOUD tonight, man! -the crowd cheers- That makes this the perfect crowd, to say what I'm gonna say. But before that...we'd be remiss if we didn't acknowledge...the elephant in the room.

Sonata: THERE'S AN ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? WHERE?! -she begins frantically looking around the arena- I WANNA RIDE IT! -she begins squeeing in excitement-

Aria: -she rolls her eyes- No, Sonata Dumb. -she knocks on her head, causing Sonata to wince and place her hands over her forehead- She's talking about the all-important question of, "where has 3MB BEEN the past month?"

Sonata: Ooooooooooh! -she frowns in realization- So there ISN'T an elephant?

Adagio: -she snickers as Aria sighs heavily- We aren't going to go too much into detail about that, because we've been informed that next week, here on Lunacy, we're going to be involved in a sitdown interview with Mr. Ahuizotl. -she points to him at the announce desk, which the fans cheer loudly at-

Garble: NICE!

Aria: -she nods- And we look forward to telling you all the specifics there, but in the meantime, we just gotta let you know that...we couldn't stay away for TOO long.

Sonata: -she shakes her head- Nuh uh, no way! We've realized that we've got a good gig going on here! Great fans, great opportunities...the tacos in catering are to DIE for! -she begins drooling-

Adagio: We couldn't leave all of our adoring fans hanging! -cheers- But you SHOULDN'T call this, "3MB's COMEBACK tour"...you shouldn't call it, "3MB's Resurrection," because we weren't even gone very long! But what you SHOULD refer to these next months as, is "3MB's...TAKEOVER." -the crowd cheers wildly-

Aria: That's right! We're not here to simply take part...we're here to TAKEOVER.

Adagio: -she nods- And how are gonna do that, you might ask? Well, I'd like to direct you all to the waists of my bandmates…-she gives the evil eye to the camera- don't be thinking about anything nasty, alright?

Aria: You DEFINITELY shouldn't be thinking of Sonata in that way. She's practically a CHILD. She JUST learned what an areola was today. -she snickers-

Sonata: Yeah, same goes for a cuck! They both sound COOL! -she grins as she closes her eyes-

Adagio: Uh huh...those aren't the words I would use to describe them but SUUUUURE. Aaaaanyhow...take a gander at Aria and Sonata's waists. Around them, are The CCW Tag Team Championships, which they won recently. -the crowd cheers- Yeah! Let's give it up for them!

-The crowd applauds heavily as Sonata blushes from all the attention. Aria seems at home in it, however-

Adagio: But if you look at my sleek, washboard stomach, there isn't jack decorating it. -she holds an index finger up- But that's going to CHANGE soon. -she smirks as the crowd cheers- Tonight, a new number one contender is going to be decided, and, naturally, I am putting my name into the hat. -cheers-

Aria: Now, this is probably just wishful thinking, considering the fact that Cadance always seems to hover around Sunset's title defenses, and, well, if she tried to do that during Adagio's title match, Sonata and I would run her off. And I don't think Luna wants to have a title match without Sunset having that certain upper hand.

Adagio: No, definitely not. And given the fact that the only other two female members of The System is Cadance, and a woman who doesn't even WRESTLE, that would mean that I would have the upper hand, and we CAN'T have that, of COURSE not. -she shakes her head in disgust, as the crowd boos- I'm aware that I didn't earn the pinfall for my team tonight...and I'm also aware of the fact that, the last time you all saw me, I LOST, and I own up to that. Wins and losses DO matter, and I get that. I was just THREE wins away from becoming The Queen of The Scene, if you recall. And though it sucks, the women who BEAT me, LOST. -the crowd boos- Well Luna…-she looks at the camera- I'm not about to lose. Go ahead and BAN Sonata and Aria from ringside…-she shrugs- I don't care. All I need is Sunset ONE-ON-ONE.

Aria: Come to think of it...Luna would be smart to NOT give you the title shot, because it's obvious that you would WIN. -loud cheers follow-

Adagio: Heh…-she smiles- you're right. But if she wants to gamble a little bit with her "prodigy's" title reign, then I'm up for it. I'm ALL IN, Luna...so how about you lay your chips on the table, and take me up on my offer-

-Adagio is interrupted by the sound of creepy piano keys ringing throughout the arena, which completely sets the crowd on FIRE-

*DEH!*

Garble: Things are about to get EXTREMELY interesting!

-All of 3MB look up at the titantron as Amay Wythyst lights a lantern before handing it to Lucy Harper for her to hold. Amay leans forward in her rocking chair as 3MB looks on-

Amay: We all...fall VICTIM...to the games that wicked women play...I...am no different. For instance...I, have spent the MAJORITY...of my life...trying to understand, why these horrible things happen to me...-she looks up into the camera, A.K.A. at 3MB- why me? I would to WAKE, and wonder...if this nightmare of mine was EVER GOING TO END! -her voice then gets quieter- But it never DID...and now...FINALLY...I understand...what I must do...one...by one...they will ALL...fall down. This most CERTAINLY includes YOU, my friends…-she chuckles lightly-

Aria: Hey, cut this "friends" crap, Wythyst! We don't like you, and YOU don't like US.

Amay: ….I don't like you? I DON'T LIKE YOU?! YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DON'T LIKE YOU! EVEN MORE SO...I HATE YOU! I LOOOOOATHE YOOOOUUU! I...I RESENT you...last night...it...it was supposed to bring everything to an end...he...he TRUSTED me! He CONFIDED in me! He told me to burn this world to the ground, blow away the ashes, and leave NO trace of humanity! But I...I...I CAN'T DO THAAAT! I-i-inside that briefcase...w-w-was my ABSOLUTION...it was THE KEY, but you three...you three RIPPED IT ALL AWAY FROM ME! -in a turn of events that stunts everyone, tears begin to well up in the eyes of Amay, and begin to trickle down her cheeks as she continues to speak- I CAN'T FACE HIM! HE'LL NEVER FORGIVE ME! I...I FAILED….I failed him….I...I won't be able to grant his wish…-she looks back at the camera with hatred in her eyes- AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAAAAAULT! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU THREE! I….I'm SORRY, Brother Avery…-she hangs her head- You're...you're MONSTERS! All this time, I was led to believe that I was a monster, an ABOMINATION, but NO! It's YOU three! YOU'RE the miscreations!

Sonata: Are you trying to make us feel SORRY for you? Because it isn't working.

Adagio: You brought this ALL upon yourself, Amay. While we were gone, you spent the entire month BELITTLING us, and you expect us NOT to retaliate? You expect us to just let you STOMP on our reputation?

Amay: ...Is it so wrong to flatter oneself over an attainment?

Aria: You don't hear US making a big deal over the fact that we cost you the ladder match. The way we see things, we're even. You chastised us, so we fought back. Our differences our settled. We're even.

Amay: OH, but you see...we are far, FAR from even, Aria...you suspended my fulfillment of Brother Avery's wish, and YOU, Adagio...you have the GALL to stand there, in front of my fireflies, and DEMAND a Championship match? You stand there and DEMAND the very thing you pilfered from ME?! That is an INSULT! Not only to me, and to my FAMILY, but to BROTHER AVERY!

Adagio: You must REALLY love this Brother Avery of yours, huh?

Amay: He is EVERYTHING to me! He is what is keeping me ALIVE!

Adagio: Hmm…-she looks at her bandmates- IMPROMPTU 3MB ASSEMBLY! One moment. -they all three set down their microphones and huddle up in a mini-circle. After they come to an agreement, they nod their heads before picking up their mics again- Okay, Amay...the gals and I have talked things over, and we're under the impression that and your family want REVENGE, huh?

Amay: If you can take vengeance, then why can't I do the same?

Aria: Good point. You feel like we've robbed you. You feel like getting back at us for what you consider a "wrongdoing." Well, if that's the case, then it looks like you aren't going to let 3MB go after anymore Championships UNTIL then, are you?

Amay: I would rather DIE then allow one of you to be given an opportunity that I myself am being deprived of.

Aria: And you can't follow your ulterior motives until WE are out of the picture.

Amay: THAT is what you don't understand...you three ARE of part of the picture, a GRAND picture. A masterpiece I am painting out of SPITE, and in honor of my beloved Brother Avery…the colors I need to complete this painting, is the BLOOD of my victims. But since you three are still standing, I can't add your contribution to my mural.

Adagio: So we are BOTH stopping each other from advancing to the next chapter of our careers. I want an Eternal Women's Championship match, but as long as YOU three are in the way, that's not going to happen. And without us being destroyed, the progress on your "painting" is being stalled.

Amay: If you three aren't destroyed, then I will be UNABLE to carry out Brother Avery's desire, the one thing I promised I would bring to him…

Aria: Our last encounter was one of the most brutal, chaotic in EWF history. The six of us brawled ALL over the arena. Hell, Sonata stood ON that top rope...-she points to the corner behind her- and DIVED out into the crowd onto you! -the crowd claps loudly in remembrance-

Adagio: But that was only a SAMPLE of how wild things could get between us, and that's because we were bounded by the rules.

Sonata: So why don't, this time, we throw the rulebook OUT?

Aria: We aren't painters, we're MUSICIANS, but let us paint a picture for YOU. Boiling Point. 3MB...vs The Wythyst Family.

3MB: -all three members at once- No. Holds. BARRED. -the crowd pops HUGE for that, as Amay smirks intriguingly at the idea-

Ahuizotl: NO HOLDS BARRED?! THAT'S INSANE!

Garble: WHAT DOES AMAY WYTHYST HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT?!

Adagio: You want mass destruction, Amay?! You want to make Brother Avery PROUD? Well we are IN YOUR WAY, and you're going to have to DESTROY us if you want to do so! You won't be able to "destroy us" in a regular match, so let's forget all about the rules and go BALLS TO THE WALL!

Amay: -she chuckles louder than before- You fools...I THRIVE in anarchy, and if you wish to awaken my unrestraint, then it will be your DOWNFALL.

Sonata: Is that supposed to scare us? Because we aren't afraid of you anymore!

Amay: Hehe...after Boiling Point? You WILL be. You will live in eternal damnation once me and my sisters are done with your ragged corpses, and once again, Brother Avery will SMILE down upon me, and I shall be one step closer to realizing his fantasy! -she takes a look at Harper and Rowan, before grinning back at the camera- ….we ACCEPT. -the crowd immediately bursts into cheers-

Garble: THERE WE HAVE IT!

Ahuizotl: IT'S GOING TO BE A FLATOUT WAR!

Amay: But we hope YOU are prepared to accept your FATE, 3MB. We aren't playing games anymore, ladies...the only thing you are playing with...is FIRE.

Adagio: A little fire is fine with me. As I said the first night we came here...we aren't afraid of getting burned. We will plunge ourselves HEAD-FIRST into a volcano. 3MB HAS no boiling point! YOU are the one that should be afraid, Amay Wythyst. Because, after Boiling Point, your brother is going to DESERT you. He will DENOUNCE you as family, and he truly will NEVER forgive you for FAILING him.

Amay: THAT WON'T HAPPEN! I WILL NOT, I CANNOT FAIL BROTHER AVERY! -she looks up at the sky- DO YOU HEAR ME, BROTHER?! I WILL NOT DECEIVE YA! I WILL BE THE ONE...THE ONE TO PUT 'EM DOWN! I'M GONNA PUT 'EM AAAAAALL DOOOOOOOOOOOWN!

Aria: Hey, Avery...wherever you are...first of all, your sister? She's a certifiable NUTJOB. Second of all, you best familiarize yourself with the feeling of disappointment, because at Boiling Point? Amay is going to do JUST that...DISAPPOINT you.

Amay: SILENCE! I will incinerate EVERYTHING in my path, and I WON'T stop until my brother's soul is at ease! You three have MOCKED his good name, and for that, I will show NO MERCY! I will be REMORSELESS in my conquest! And 3MB? You will no longer be asked to follow the buzzards...because you will be DEVOURED by them! AHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! -she begins rocking in her rocking chair as she continues to cackle.

Amay cackles until she is cut off by the, "DEH" sound effect. 3MB is now left in the ring, by themselves, as they turn away from the titantron-

Adagio: Well, to this day, we still have NO idea what to make of a SINGLE thing that woman says...but we DO know THIS. Amay Wythyst and her Family can threaten to end our music all they want, but at Boiling Point, the fat lady will not just SING, but she will BELLOW out at The Wythyst Family! -cheers-

Sonata: And our melodies will NEVER die! At Boiling Point, we will show The Wythyst Family who REALLY has the whole world in their hands!

-As their music plays, 3MB set their microphones down before standing in a line. Sonata on the far right, Adagio in the middle, and Aria in the far left. They all clasp their hands together before taking a bow, as the crowd serenades them with nothing but love-

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

Ahuizotl: I fully believe 3MB when they say their intimidation when it comes to The Wythyst Family is long gone...but you don't have to be AFRAID of them to be in jeopardy.

Garble: You're right, 'Zotl. ANYBODY who steps up against Amay and her Family IS in SERIOUS jeopardy. This could be one of the last bows 3MB ever taken, because at Boiling Point, in a NO HOLDS BARRED match, The Wythyst Family can bring forth as much suffering, as much cruelty as they desire.

Ahuizotl: I'm sure 3MB can be violent in their own right. We KNOW how tough they are, but will they be tough enough to withstand EVERY bit of torment that Harper, Rowan and Amay throw their way? If they can, then Brother Avery's one true wish is once again going to be thwarted, but if they CAN'T, then at Boiling Point, the music will TRULY die...and it could STAY dead for an ETERNITY.

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! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B! 3-M-B!

Garble: They've got the crowd behind them. All they need to do is rally up, because I have a feeling their SECOND match with The Wythyst Family, will be an even TOUGHER challenge than the first!

Adagio: -as she and the others make their way up the ramp- THANK YOU, MONDAY NIGHT LUNACY!

Sonata: YOU WERE A TERRIFIC AUDIENCE! GOOD NIIIIIGHT! -the crowd cheers as we cut to commercial-

Garble: Hey, we are back on Monday Night Lunacy, and look who is in the ring! I am VERY excited about this!

Ahuizotl: I know you are, and so are these fans in attendance! They're cheering like crazy!

-The camera shows Suri Poloman standing in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand as she smirks at the audience's appreciation of her-

Suri: Ladies and gentlemen...my naaame..is -the crowd says along with her- Suri...Poloman. -the crowd cheers loudly as Suri pauses- No, no, no, no. It is not ME who you should be lending your glee towards. For there is a man-no, no, scratch that...a BEAST, FAR more deserving of your appreciation than I…

Crowd: BUT YOU'RE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* BUT YOU'RE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* BUT YOU'RE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* BUT YOU'RE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* BUT YOU'RE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* BUT YOU'RE AWE-SOME! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Suri: Well I thank you for that, but I am merely a small piece, that makes up a SEISMIC puzzle. It's just too bad that my client doesn't like puzzles...he's a very impatient man, and he finds them tedious and STUPID. -the crowd cheers-

Crowd: FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES! FUCK PUZ-ZLES!

Suri: -is very amused, but she would rather stay on track with her speech- "Awesome" doesn't even CUT IT when you're talking about this man. Most people would not be able to come up with words appropriate enough to describe him as...luckily for all of you...I can. -she grins- He is UNSTOPPABLE. UNTAMED. INDOMITABLE. But leave these proverbs to me. The only thing you all will have to refer to him as in the very near future...is CHAMPION. -loud cheers follow- Because last night...this man, JUST AS I SAID HE WOULD…-she looks out at any naysayers in the crowd- became what I have now christened...The CARNIVORE...of CARNAGE. -loud cheers- He left such a mark of The Carnival of Carnage, that it's been closed down for repairs, FOR A WHOLE YEAR! -cheers- Ladies and gentlemen...please give a warm welcome to MY CLIENT, The CONQUEROR of The Carnival of Carnage...he is ALREADY the most physically imposing force in The EWF, but SOON, he will also be known as the most DOMINANT Champion...that The Equestrian Wrestling Federation HAS, or evil WILL see…-the crowd also says along- BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULK! BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPSSSS! -the crowd responds with an overwhelmingly positive reaction as Bulk Biceps' theme song hits-

Garble: Welp...here comes the pain! And here comes the first annual winner of last night's Carnival of Carnage!

-Bulk steps out onto the stage, holding his newly-won briefcase in his left paw, which now has Bulk's logo stamped on the front of it (which is this: gyazodotcom/e4e55fb8665a4b868c321d095bbaaf98 ) Bulk jogs in place at the center of the stage before quickly bringing his arm down, creating an array of pyro on both sides of him. Bulk then begins to walk down the ramp as Suri applauds him vividly-

Ahuizotl: And a well-deserved ovation, as well as victory for Bulk Biceps. He not only defeated, but he DECIMATED seven other men, as well as one ladder, en route to capturing The Carnival of Carnage briefcase.

Garble: He put EVERYONE on notice. We may never see a performance like the one Bulk Biceps had last night AGAIN. This dude truly is a once in a lifetime athlete, as Suri has been saying from the very beginning!

-Bulk jumps up onto the apron before entering the ring and standing next to Suri, looking intimidating as always-

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

Suri: -she nods with a wide grin on her face- I warned them ALL...I informed the seven other individuals that took part in The Carnival of Carnage what their fate would be if they were to go through with competing in the same ladder match as Bulk Biceps! This was all foretold some weeks ago...I admonished them, that if they were to show up at High Stakes, they would be in for the THRASHING of the lifetime, and that is EXACTLY what became of them! Sure, they are all already back up on their feet and walking, but The Carnival of Carnage match took YEARS off of their careers, perhaps even their LIVES. They could possibly NEVER be the same after competing against Bulk Biceps! I mean...REALLY. WHAT DID THEY ENVISION HAPPENING?! When you insert Bulk Biceps into a ring, and surround said ring with VARIOUS steel ladders, you are ASKING for ANNIHILATION! You are asking for DEMOLITION! You are asking for the MASSACRE of seven young, prosperous talents! And some of these men thought they had this match all figured out...men like Flash Sentry thought it would be nothing more than a few suplexes here, and F5 or two there, and he would still be able to stand up. And yes, Flash IS standing up...TODAY. But he wasn't able to stand up LAST NIGHT after Bulk got his hands on him, and because of that, he LOST. It doesn't matter if you're standing up the next day, what matters is who is standing up at the END of the match, and THAT...THAT! WAS BULK BICEPS! -insanely loud cheers- He was the ONLY man standing at the end of the match, and he now stands before you all as the FUTURE Carnage Champion! And if ANY of you doubt that, number one, you're DELUSIONAL. Number two, go back and RE-WATCH The Carnival of Carnage! If you don't think Bulk Biceps can beat ONE man to become Champion when he defeated SEVEN MEN last night, then YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND! -loud cheers- I will give all of Bulk's opponents credit. They all went through an UNGODLY amount of punishment, not JUST from Bulk, but as a result of each other, and the ladders they were dealt with, yet even so, they are still walking on their own two feet. They had some flashes of brilliance, as well. In the opening moments of the match, all seven of them put their intellect together and constructed a plan to rid themselves of Bulk Biceps. It would've been a foolproof plan, had it been ANYONE else on that table. But, since it was BULK BICEPS, it didn't work out so well, because Bulk Biceps is not a normal man. He is a MONSTER. A MACHINE that NOBODY can stop! These men only ENRAGED Bulk Biceps further! So, I ask you, fine members of the Lunacy audience. If these seven men, TOGETHER, working as ONE can't put an end to Bulk Biceps' tirade, then WHO? WHO CAN?! Who on God's green Earth could POSSIBLY bring my client's destruction to a halt?!

Crowd: NO-BODY! NO-BODY! NO-BODY! NO-BODY! NO-BODY! NO-BODY! NO-DOBY!

Suri: EXACTLY! Whoever is The Carnage Champion whenever it is my client decides to part with his briefcase, may God have mercy on his soul…-she then grins as she looks at Bulk- because Bulk Biceps sure WON'T! -Bulk smirks slightly as the crowd cheers loudly. Before Suri can speak again, she is cut off by the theme music of Giz Hero, which also causes the fans to cheer loudly-

Garble: Whoa...hold on a second here!

Ahuizotl: Since we've got a heavy discussion going on involving The Carnage Championship, we may as well involve The Carnage Champion HIMSELF!

-Giz walks out onto the stage, The Carnage Championship fit snugly around his waist. He looks directly at Bulk Biceps, who completely turns to face the stage and glare at Giz with intense eyes. Suri simply looks displeased by the fact that she was interrupted-

Garble: Suri was surely about to praise her client a bunch more, but Giz Hero has put an abrupt end to her plans.

-Giz steps into the ring and acquires his own microphones as he stands in front of Suri and Bulk-

Suri: -she acknowledges Giz with a nod- Good day to you, Mr. Hero. I wasn't quite finished with my sermon yet.

Giz: Oh, I figured, Suri. Your "sermons" are always TERRIBLY long.

Suri: -she frowns a bit- Now that wasn't very nice. There's quite a lot to talk about, Mr. Hero.

Giz: You're right, there is. And you were speaking about The Carnage Championship just before I came out here. Well, what better person to JOIN you in the conversation then the ACTUAL Carnage Champion? -he smiles and rubs the title belt around his waist as the crowd cheers- After all, this is MY Championship you are talking about, so I believe I should have a say in regards to it.

Suri: ….I suppose you make a fair point. Fine. What is it you'd like to discuss?

Giz: I plan to be The Carnage Champion for a LONG time. As long as your client's Championship match is available to him. You know what that means, right?

Suri: Well, of course. That means you intend to be The Champion on the day my client cashes in on his Championship opportunity.

Giz: -he nods with a smile- I knew you would understand where I'm getting at.

Suri: That's nice and all, but you ARE aware that my client has already defeated you in a one-on-one contest, aren't you? If he's been able to beat you previously, what makes you think he won't defeat you when The Carnage Championship is on the line?

Giz: You're right, Bulk HAS beaten me. And, actually, he beat me pretty HANDILY in that match. But that's why I'm out here….why should I have to wait for when BULK is ready? I say he cashes in that briefcase of his, and we have ourselves a title match RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! -the crowd is COMPLETELY behind that idea, as they cheer incredibly loudly-

Garble: I'M UP FOR THAT! LET'S DO IT!

-Bulk is already shaking his head as Giz removes his title from his waist. He points at his briefcase, mouthing the word, "that," before he points at his title, mouthing the words, "for THIS."-

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

Suri: I hate to deflate everyone's enthusiasm, but that ISN'T going to be happening. -the crowd then bombards the arena with boos- Bulk is ALWAYS ready for a fight, but the idea of this briefcase, at least in OUR view, is to catch the Champion off guard. It's all about the unpredictability factor. If you knew ahead of time when my client would be challenging for the title, then that wouldn't be very fun, would it? The unpredictability factor would, effectively be taken away. Holding this briefcase, -she pats the front of the case with her palm- it is an advantage for whoever carries it. YOU already have a few advantages yourself, Giz, as a Champion. You can retain your title by Countout or Disqualification. To make things fair, my client would need SOME kind of edge of his own; something to hold over your head, and this briefcase is EXACTLY that.

Giz: Hey, I understand that. I'm not that kind of competitor, though. If I'm going to lose, then so be it. I'm not going to retain my Championship in a cheap way, I assure you.

Suri: Even so, The Carnival of Carnage briefcase is an insurance policy for my client. Bulk went to hell and BACK in order to retrieve this briefcase, and now you want to try and call the shots FOR HIM? You want to tell MY CLIENT when he has to give up HIS briefcase?

Giz: I'm aware of the extreme bodily harm he had to go through in order to call that briefcase his own, but hey, you're a shrewd businesswoman, Suri, and what I'm doing here is a shrewd tactic for a Champion. Why WOULDN'T I want to look out for myself and my title reign? I don't want to have to worry about Bulk's music hitting after I've just finished a grueling 30 minute match. I don't want to have to live in fear of this terrifyingly strong man walking down the ramp with intentions to wrestle me when I least expect it. Can you really blame me for not wanting to have to grow eyes in the back of my head?

Suri: No, I certainly can't. And I commend you for thinking up this kind of tactic, but that's not going to slide with me OR my client. That is on YOU, Mr. Hero. It is up to YOU to retain your title whilst a massive target is on your back. And it is up to my client to pick his spot, to wait for the most opportune moment to strike. THAT is the right he was ENTITLED to when he won The Carnival of Carnage, and you AREN'T going to strip him of that right!

Giz: I'm not stripping him or ANYTHING. It's HIS choice, in the end. But Bulk...doesn't the idea of winning The Carnage Championship TONIGHT just get you all EXCITED? I can call a referee down here RIGHT NOW. All you have to do is SAY the word, and I'll defend my title against you! -the crowd cheers loudly-

Suri: NO, Bulk! Don't fall for this! You fight on YOUR terms, not HIS.

Giz: What's the matter, Suri? You afraid your big, bad beast will LOSE? -the crowd OHHHs, as Suri is getting more frustrated by the second-

Garble: I wouldn't test her if I were you, Giz…

Suri: Now listen here, Mr. Hero...I'm doing you a FAVOR. I'm prolonging your Championship reign, because if my client were to take you up on your RIDICULOUS offer tonight? You wouldn't be CHAMPION by the end of the night.

Giz: Well why don't you let me prove that to you. Now that I think about it...why am I even talking to YOU about this? You're not the one with the briefcase…-he looks over Suri's head, as the crowd cheers loudly- hey there, Bulk. -he smirks- I know you've heard everything Suri and I have been saying, so I just want to know...why are you letting Suri speak for you on this matter? She even JUST said that The Carnival of Carnage briefcase is YOURS. It's YOUR Championship match that YOU earned, so why is SHE calling the shots for you? Is what she is saying REALLY how you feel? Come on, big guy! Let me know what's on your mind!

Suri: My client and I have privately discussed this matter AT LENGTH ever since last night, so I know FULL WELL what his opinion is on this matter, and that is SPECIFICALLY what I have told you, Mr. Hero.

Giz: Okay, I understand. But I just want to hear it from HIS perspective. Can't he at least grant me THAT?

Suri: Why should he? I was hired to be his representative, his mouthpiece.

Giz: Well, SURELY he can speak for himself. Why does he need you to force feed us his own thoughts at times? They are HIS thoughts, aren't they? So wouldn't it be appropriate for BULK to speak them?

Suri: He HAS spoken them...to ME. And now I am relaying it to YOU and EVERYONE ELSE. What do you NOT understand about this?

Giz: Oh, I understand it perfectly. I just catch glimpses of him staring at my Championship every now and again, so it feels to me like he might want to exchange his briefcase for my Championship as soon as possible. Well, I'm giving him a chance to rid himself of that briefcase TONIGHT. Besides, didn't you say he was an "impatient man" before I came out here? I'd like to think he would want to get this "cashing in" thing out of the way as soon as he can.

Suri: -she sighs, and walks back to Bulk- He won't shut up about this, so Bulk...if you may...please tell Mr. Hero how you really feel.

Bulk: -he sniffles- It's exactly like Suri said. I won this briefcase fair and square, and that means I get to choose when my title match happens...not YOU. -he points at Giz-

Giz: -he points his hands up in defense- Alright then, if you say so. I'll leave that subject alone. But Bulk...what do you say about you and I facing off for The Carnage Championship TONIGHT on Monday Night Lunacy?

-As Bulk is about to speak, the voice of a certain someone rings throughout the Asylum-

"Don't you say ONE word! Nobody else gets to say ANYTHING, because I've waited my turn long enough!"

Ahuizotl: Oh hell...look who it is…

-The crowd is going CRAZY with boos as Thunderlane steps onto the stage, looking at the ring with a furious expression-

Garble: Don't ruin this, you asshole! We may have been about to have a Championship match!

-Thunderlane has his own microphone in his hand-

Thunderlane: -pointing out at the fans- SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! -he then points to the ring- And the three of you...to talk about the future of The Carnage Championship title scene without including ME? It's completely ABSURD!

Crowd: FUCK OFF, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK OFF, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK OFF! *CLAPCLAP*

Thunderlane: NO, YOU ALL can fuck off! And the three of you in the ring can fuck off with all this Carnage Championship talk! NOBODY is getting a shot at The Carnage Championship before I receive my REMATCH! -boos- You all can boo until your throats dry up, but if you don't agree with me then your logic is completely SKEWED! -boos- The line STARTS, and it ends with ME. -he then enters the ring through the middle rope, walking right up to Bulk and staring him right in the face- so you can take your guaranteed Championship match, and your little briefcase, and shove it straight up your fat ass! -the crowd OHHHHs as Bulk narrows his eyes at Thunderlane, snarling in his face-

Suri: -looks legitimately concerned for Thunderlane's health- Mr. Thunderlane...I would suggest that you NOT aggravate my client. May I also remind you that my client defeated seven other men to have the right to a Carnage Championship match whenever he deems necessary, and you CANNOT overlook this fact.

Thunderlane: Well YOU can't overlook the fact that last night at High Stakes, I was ROBBED! I was SCREWED! -boos- ROLL THE CLIP! ROLL IT RIGHT NOW! LOOK AT THIS! -footage of the ending of Thunderlane's match against Giz from High Stakes is shown, highlighting the fact that Thunderlane's foot was on the bottom rope by circling it in red- IT'S RIGHT THERE! Plain. As. Day. -he points at Giz angrily- HE DIDN'T BEAT ME! HE NEVER COULD'VE BEAT ME!

Giz: I was practically beating your ass for nearly the entire match, yet you're saying I didn't have it in me to keep your shoulders to the mat for 3 seconds?

Thunderlane: If that stupidass referee wouldn't have rang the bell, the match would've ended with me pinning YOUR shoulders to the mat! And when we have our rematch, that WILL be the outcome!

Suri: And whichever one of you gentlemen is in possession of The Carnage Championship, you had better savor EVERY second of it, because my client will savor EVERY second of ripping that Championship away from your grasp.

Thunderlane: That's not going to happen lady! I'm gonna beat this clown, -he points at Giz- and then I'll gladly FOIL your sweaty ape's desires to become Champion! -crowd boos-

Suri: I'm warning you, Mr. Thunderlane...stop while you're ahead…

Thunderlane: Hell no! I'm not stopping until I am THE CARNAGE CHAMPION! So STEP ASIDE, you roided up retard, and make way for the NEXT Carnage Champion! -the crowd boos ferociously as Thunderlane now turns to Giz- And you, pretty boy? You'd better prepare yourself for your final days holding that title. Last night WOULD'VE been your final day, but it seems like lady luck was on your side...but that's the ONLY break she's going to give you. Because the next time you and I step in the ring, you're going to go from "Hero"...to ZERO-

-Thunderlane is interrupted by the sound of Klaus' theme music, which the fans are overjoyed by-

Garble: What's THIS? What the hell is KLAUS doing out here?!

Ahuizotl: The crowd sure sounds happy to see him, but the men and woman in the ring DO NOT look happy to SEE him out here!

-Klaus appears on the stage, dressed in a snazzy suit, grinning widely as he carries his own microphone in his hand-

Klaus: Do me a favor, Wondercrane, and slam your thunderlips! -the crowd cheers as Thunderlane raises an eyebrow-

Thunderlane: That ISN'T my name, you freaking IDI-

Klaus: SLAM THEM! You are an elegant, extraordinary crane sprinting through the plains of South America. LIVE IT!

Garble: Anything to make him shut up is fine with me.

Klaus: Also...Siri Pulledporkman, Book Bicentennial and Gym Heretic, you can cease with all of this debating about who is going to receive the next Carnage Championship shot, because I was just informed by General Manager Luna that man would be ME. -the crowd comes alive with nothing but cheers, as Thunderlane rips at his hair-

Garble: WHAT?! KLAUS?! Klaus is going to face GIZ HERO?!

Thunderlane: -leaning over the top rope as he glares at Klaus with enraged eyes- THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! WHAT REASON COULD LUNA POSSIBLY HAVE FOR GIVING YOU A TITLE MATCH BEFORE ME?! HUH?! HUH!? WHAT THE HELL!?

Klaus: It's very simple, Wondercrane. She has realized that I am the GREATEST, the COOLEST, the MOST AWESOME, and the only man WORTHY of challenging for The Carnage Championship!

Crowd: YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES!

Klaus: Yeeees! She was only listening to my fans. They all can't get enough of me, and when I am Carnage Champion, they will get more of me than they EVER have before!

Suri: Mr. Klaus...how can you consider yourself cooler, greater OR better than my client? Those seven men I referred to earlier? YOU were one of them that were VICTIMIZED by my client!

Klaus: -he waves her words off- Eh, details, details. They do not matter. The ONLY detail that is important, is that by the end of the night, I will be known as the coolest, the greatest, and the most AWESOME Carnage Champion that has ever existed! -the crowd cheers-

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

Klaus: Yeeees! Your client may have won last night, Siri, but I will be the REAL winner by the end of tonight!

Suri: It is of no concern to my client or I who The Champion is when he decides he wants his Championship match. The outcome for that man will be the same. Whether it be Giz Hero, Thunderlane, or YOU, Klaus...Bulk Biceps will SCORCH the Earth you reside on, and leave not a trace of your existence! -loud cheers follow-

Klaus: Don't make me LAUGH. Hahahahahahaha! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE ME LAUGH! But I can't help it...that was such a funny joke! You may have yourself, and all these people fooled, but your client, who may appear all muscular and bulgy, is really a very tiny man, and if he dares to go after my Championship, I will SQUISH him with my boot, and pick off his remnants with a toothpick! Another tiny man is YOU, Gym Heretic! Yeees! You make think being The Champion makes you large in the distinction variety, but really, you are the TINIEST man! Tinier than ANY other, and tiny men should not get to call themselves "Champion." No! That right should be reserved for only the most ENORMOUS of men! And I...I am larger than life ITSELF, and as The Carnage Champion, I will stomp on ALL of the tiny, PUNY men that stand before me!

Giz: You may consider me to be "tiny," I'll be TOWERING over you, Klaus. Both literally AND figuratively, because, after our match, I will still be The Carnage Champion, meaning I'll be ABOVE you stature-wise. And, as for the literal sense, you will be lying on the mat, only a few inches in height. While I? I'll be standing TALL, in the ring, holding up The Championship which NONE of you will be able to take away from me. And from that point on? Whoever wants to step up to the plate next, whether you get your rematch, Thunderlane, or you want to cash in your briefcase, Bulk...it won't matter...because I'm going to make certain that you Strike. OUT. -the crowd cheers as Giz sets his microphone down on the mat, leaving the ring as his music hits-

Ahuizotl: Well, there we have it! Our main event for tonight, has been SET. Giz Hero, will put his Carnage Championship ON THE LINE against the beloved up-and-comer, Klaus!

Garble: I'm not totally convinced that Klaus deserves a title shot, especially not this early, but hey, I'm not going to complain about a free title match! This is going to be GREAT!

Thunderlane: -after throwing his microphone down, yelling at Giz as he walks away- YOU'D BETTER WIN YOUR MATCH, HERO! BECAUSE, IF YOU DON'T, ODDS ARE YOU'LL GET TO HAVE YOUR REMATCH BEFORE ME, AND THAT'S NOW HOW THIS WORKS, DAMMIT! I WANT TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! I WANT TO BE THE ONE TO TAKE THAT TITLE OFF YOUR SHOULDERS! IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU! IT BELONGS TO M-

-Thunderlane is interrupted as Bulk turns him around. Before he can react, he is lifted up onto Bulk's shoulders and brought to the middle of the ring, the crowd going INSANE-

Ahuizotl: THUNDERLANE! THUNDERLANE'S UP!

-At that, Bulk spins Thunderlane off of his shoulders, executing a hellacious F5 that is sure to send the fans home happy!-

Garble: AND THUNDERLANE. IS. DOWN! THUNDERLANE, HAS BEEN SILENCED!

-Bulk stands over Thunderlane, snarling and tensing his muscles as his music now plays, Suri grinning and applauding her client-

Garble: Suri WARNED him! She warned Thunderlane not to poke and prod at Bulk Biceps...but what did he do? He got in his face, he INSULTED him, and then he was FOOLISH enough to turn his BACK to Bulk! Bad, BAD move, man…

Ahuizotl: And now he's paid the price. Let this be a lesson to ANYONE who wants to anger Bulk Biceps...THIS is what you'll have coming to you…

-Bulk picks up his briefcase off the mat and walks over to the ropes in front of the stage. Suri raises the hand of Bulk's that holds the briefcase, as she pats the front of the briefcase with the palm of her other hand, smirking at both Klaus and Giz-

Garble: And this COULD be the future for one of the men on that stage...Giz Hero...or Klaus. One of them may have to put their title on the line against this FREAK OF NATURE, Bulk Biceps.

Ahuizotl: And to whichever one of them that is, as Suri said...may God have mercy on their soul!

Giz: -smirking at the ring as he walks backwards up the ramp- Whenever you're willing, I'll be prepared!

Garble: And Giz WELCOMES the challenge of Bulk Biceps. He says he's prepared, but I don't know if you could ever TRULY be prepared for the FORCE OF NATURE known as Bulk Biceps!

-Giz is now at the top of the stage, facing Klaus, who smirks at Giz as Giz raises his Carnage Championship up in the air, staring into Klaus' eyes with intensity and focus-

Ahuizotl: And THAT is what tonight's main event is all about! Giz Hero, as usual, looks ready. But will Klaus have the same mindset? He talks himself up like he will, but this will be his very FIRST Championship match, and it's almost abnormal NOT to have butterflies for something like that.

Garble: Klaus claims he is "the greatest," but truthfully, right now, that IS Giz Hero. If Klaus can somehow become The Carnage Champion, however, that would change EVERYTHING. The entire complexion of Monday Night Lunacy would be drastically altered. Tonight's main event will be EXTREMELY interesting to watch unfold!

-As Giz and Klaus continue their staredown, we head back to the interview area-

Silver Shill: Hello, everyone. Please welcome to the interview area at this time, the tag team of DJ Z, and one of the participants of last night's WILD and CHAOTIC Carnival of Carnage...Neon Lights!

DJ Z: -as he stands to Silver Shill's right and jumps into the frame- BERPBERPBERPBEEEEEERP! Yoooo, Shillmeister! What's good, bro?! -he extends his fist out to Silver, looking at him with a grin. Silver hesitantly bumps DJ Z's fist with his own-

Silver: Hello there. -he then turns to his left with a smile-

Neon Lights: No disrespect meant to ya, bro, but I wasn't just A participant in the Carnival of Carnage...man I was its COMMANDER! I COMMANDED that whole damn Carnival, man!

DJ Z: Damn straight! My boy Lights? He stole the freaking SHOW at High Stakes!

Neon: -he shrugs with a, "yeah, I did face"- That match was right up my alley. In EVERYTHING that I do...whether it be serving up some beats, or mixing it up in the ring, I LIVE to WOW people, to make them say, "holy shit!" And I did that last night! Sure, all the guys in that match gave it their all. They put their bodies, their LIVES on the line for a chance to hold that briefcase. But me? -he chuckles- Man...I was the STAR! And I ain't even being cocky! I'm being HONEST.

DJ Z: Lights was a human Highlight Reel! He did things in that match that you've NEVER seen, and probably never will AGAIN!

Neon: Well damn, man! I didn't ask ya to sing my praises- -he leans in to whisper to Silver Shill- mainly 'cause 'Z is an AWFUL singer… -he then leans back, clearing his throat- but I appreciate it, brodog. And ya know what? I agree! NOBODY made an impact in that match like ya boy di-

"Well WE beg to DIFFER!"

-The voice of Fancy Pants rings through the hallway as DJ Z walks over to stand next to his bro's side. Into the shot walk Gustave Le Grand, Fancy Pants and Fleur De Lis, who looks at NION Lights with an arrogant smirk. Gustave and Fancy are sporting displeased expressions, however-

DJ Z: Is that so? Hey, Lights…-he elbows his partner in the side- look what the cat threw up. It's a nice big ball of Fancy Feast!

Neon: Ha-HAAAAA! That damn pussy didn't even have the decency to chew it up, either!

Gustave: Sacré bleu! It's funny that you two hooligans mention that, because the sight of you makes me ILL!

DJ Z: Ill like the beating we're gonna put on you two in our match tonight! -he and Neon then break out into a loud, "OHHHHHHHHHH!" Fancy and Gustave groan in annoyance-

Neon: No, but for real, though. You three beg to differ? Well we BEG you to get the hell out of here!

Fancy: Hmph. Very clever. Like those unnecessary dives and flips you incorporated into the ladder match last night.

Neon: Unnecessary? NAAAAAAHHHH bro. THOSE are what ladder matches are all about! I'll tell you what WAS unnecessary, though. Having your boring ass in the match. You didn't do ANYTHING to stand out, ANYTHING that the people are going to remember! You're gonna be the ONE person out of that match that NOBODY remembers.

Fancy: -his upper lip curls in anger- You MUST be joking. I stand out simply by walking into a room.

Neon: Don't be ridiculous, man. You wouldn't stand out if you were in front of a wall covered in drying white paint. But thank you for the compliment regarding my "dives and flips." Would you go so far as to call them….FANCY? -he waggles his eyebrows at Fancy, who visibly cringes-

Fancy: For the love of- ABSOLUTELY not! They were POINTLESS, and they only served to injure you further! You could've KILLED yourself doing what you did, you lunatic!

Neon: Maybe so, but that's the risk I'm willing to take if it gives the fans a good match. Speaking of, YOU could've been killed with that Superplex you gave to Nyeker from the top of the ladder! It was pretty dope, though, so I give you props for going through with it.

Fancy: I don't need your acclaim. And "dope" would be the LAST word I would use to describe my attempt to rid the match of some of my competition. Now THAT, that Superplex was indeed FANCY. Just like me. -he chuckles as he holds his nose up to the air-

DJ Z: Pffft! Whatever, bro. The only thing "fancy" about you is that you curl your pubes every morning. If you even have any, that is.

Gustave: Could you two BE any more shameless?! Zis man…-he puts both his hands on Fancy's shoulder, looking at his face- zis man is an IMPERIAL! He is a MOGUL! And tonight, he and I will personally GROUND YOU two spider monkeys, and we will show you zat ze SUPERIOR fighting style involves NO flips, just FISTS.

Neon: No flips, just fists, eh? Sounds like a swell campaign slogan. Fine, if you two wanna mix it up with me and 'Z, that's cool, too. I may be a MASTER of the highflying arts, but I'm pretty good with my hands, too. Your uhh…-he looks at Fleur with a grin- your ladyfriend found that out last night...didn't you, mama?

Fleur De Lis: -looks FURIOUSLY at Neon- The only thing I found out is that you're a MISERABLE, good-for-nothing DEVIANT!

Neon: Ooooohhh~ Keep it comin', sugar! I LOVE it when you abuse me with your words!

DJ Z: Why you hatin' on my boy? If you would've just kept your silicone nose out of Lights' business, he wouldn't have had to glaze your buns! And if you decide to get involved in our match with The EGOtesticles, you're gonna- hold up, let's see here...eh yo Lights, hold your hand up next to mine. -Neon does so, as he holds up his hand next to DJ Z's hand- As you can see, my hand is just a TINY bit smaller than his. So, if you want two diverse sized handprints on your milky ass, then go ahead and hop up on the apron, or hit my boy with your shoe, or whatever other annoying manager-stuff you've got backed up in your brain. REALLY, though. DO IT, because I've been jealous of my boy for the past 24 hours, and I REALLY wanna get my fingertips on that record of yours, and show him how to REALLY spin that shit!

Neon: I'm tellin' ya, it's a DOUBLE record, my dude! You've gotta give EXTRA love and attention to EACH of the discs! You can't be stingy with your mixing, bro!

Fancy: I have heard ENOUGH of this! You two miscreants deserve a GOOD drubbing of your own! How DARE you speak to Madame Fleur that way-

Fleur: Fancy, please. -she puts a hand on his shoulder with a pleading look on her face- Let us not waste our time with these INSOLENT children.

Gustave: -nodding- Yes, Fancy. Let us make our exit. We can avenge Madame Fleur's humiliation in ze ring tonight!

Fancy: -he sighs in agreement- I suppose you're right. -he looks between DJ Z and Neon- After tonight, the only thing the clods in the crowd will know you for...is being the official WHIPPING BOYS of EGO. -Fancy turns around and walks off angrily, along with Gustave. Fleur sneers at the two before walking off herself-

Neon: Thew! -he wipes a bead of sweat off of his forehead- Madame Fleur? More like MaDAMN Fleur! She really gets me going, bro…

DJ Z: Dude...EVERY girl gets you going. -he chuckles-

Neon: I mean…...true, but WOW...SHE just….-he doesn't say another word. He simply practices spanking the air with the palm of his hand, a creepy grin spread across his face- I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT! WOO! -he then walks off, pumping himself up. We cut to a commercial with DJ Z shrugging in a, "Neon will be Neon" way-

Ahuizotl: Welcome back everyone to Monday Night Lunacy, where a battle between two of Lunacy's most talented young tag teams is about to square off.

-The camera pans to the ring, which shows both Fancy Pants and Gustave Le Grand preparing for action as Fleur De Lis stands in-between them on the apron, posing-

Garble: It's ALWAYS a treat when we get to see Fleur De Lis on TWO separate occasions!

Ahuizotl: And though she wasn't able to score a victory on her own, perhaps she can lead Gustave and Fancy Pants to a win tonight.

-Suddenly, EGO's theme song comes to an end, as the lights fade in the arena. A spotlight soon shines on the left side of the top of the ramp, as a mix table begins to rise from a hole, carrying DJ Z on it-

DJ Z: MONDAY. NIGHT. LUNAAAAAACYYYYYYYYYY! You are now BACK! In. Dah. Mix! With that Yung Go Hard...DEE. JJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAAAAAY Z! -the crowd cheers, and mimics the sound of an air horn as DJ Z plays the sample clip of it on his mix-table- And right now, I would like you all to welcome MY tag team partner to the stage. -the crowd is ALREADY cheering, and chanting "NE-ON LIGHTS" vigorously- YEAAAAAAH! You guys are on the ball! Y'all know the mofo's name! Last night, though he didn't win the contract, he proved that he is the CONNOISSEUR of Carnage! And together, the two of us are gonna unleash some carnage of our own on the Extraordinarily Ghastly Organization. -cheers- Ladies and gentlemen, MAKE SOME NOOOOOOISE..FOR NEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOON..LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTS! -the crowd begins to cheer incredibly loudly as DJ Z sounds off the air-horn once more as he jumps off the podium-

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

-Neon Lights runs out onto the stage, meeting DJ Z with a fistbump before the two begin sprinting to the ring-

Garble: NION Lights are FIRED up tonight! And EGO want NONE of it! They left the ring in a HURRY.

Ahuizotl: Neon Lights, who I believe was the STAR of last night's Carnival of Carnage match, is once again ready to begin his climb BACK UP the ladder of success here, in the EWF.

Garble: He certainly agrees with you, 'Zotl. Neon Lights helped set the tone for High Stakes in a BIG way! Just look at all of the INSANE things he pulled off in that match!

Ahuizotl: Ever since The Royal Rumble, Neon Lights' popularity has SKYROCKETED, and a win tonight over EGO could put he and DJ Z in the FRONT of the line for a Combo of Carnage title shot in the near future.

-DJ Z lays down his headphones in his team's corner as Neon Lights grins and winks at Fleur De Lis, at which Fleur turns her head away from him, a scowl on her face-

Match 3: EGO w/ Fleur De Lis vs NION Lights

-As the bell rings, Neon Lights (who is NOT the legal man) jumps off of the apron and begins walking over to Fleur De Lis-

Garble: Neon Lights, a well-documented casanova. Well, at least he THINKS he is...he sure got up close and PERSONAL with Fleur De Lis last night.

Ahuizotl: That's an understatement. But Fleur had it coming to her for getting involved in the ladder match!

-Neon approaches Fleur, who this time, looks happy to see him. She walks up to him and begins to rub her index finger down his chest-

Garble: It appears that maybe Fleur ENJOYED the spanking Neon Lights gave her last night! Could she perhaps want more?

-Neon looks into Fleur's eyes with a smirk as he bites his bottom lip. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Gustave running off of the ropes and towards him. Neon jumps backwards as Gustave attempts a Baseball Slide on him, but since he moved, Gustave's body simply slides through the bottom rope, and he joins Neon on the floor outside-

Ahuizotl: I was about to say! It was all just a distraction by Fleur De Lis, so that Gustave Le Grand could capitalize!

Garble: But, as we've seen from Neon Lights, he's got a lot of intelligence packed in that perverted brain of his!

-Neon grabs ahold of Gustave and CHUCKS him over the timekeeper's area-

Ahuizotl: And Gustave is LAUNCHED over the barricade! Neon Lights KNEW something was up about Fleur De Lis SUDDENLY coming onto him!

-Fleur looks flustered that her plan didn't work. Meanwhile, Neon steps up onto the barricade, looking back at Fleur-

Neon: -holding his arms out to his sides- Why you gotta play me like that, angel? -he turns back to Gustave, and, as he rises to his feet, Neon LEAPS off the barricade, wraps his legs around Gustave's neck and sends him flying even FURTHER away from the ring with a Hurricanrana that lights up the crowd!-

Garble: NEON LIGHTS! TAKES DOWN GUSTAVE LE GRAND! A BEAUTIFUL HURRICANRANA, BY NEON LIGHTS, AS HE FLIES OFF THE BARRICADE!

-Neon Lights gets up to his feet, high fiving some nearby fans as he hops back over the barricade, grinning at Fleur De Lis-

Crowd: NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIIIIGHTS! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON FUCK-ING LIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIIIIGHTS! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON FUCK-ING LIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIGHTS! NE-ON FU-CKING LIIIIIIIGHTS! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON! NE-ON FUCK-ING LIGHTS!

Garble: They've created another song, 'Zotl! These Goddamn BRILLIANT and BEAUTIFUL Lunacy fans!

Neon: -he walks right up to Fleur- That was for YOU, baby. -he blows her a kiss as he now walks away- That was for YOU!

Ahuizotl: This guy is as smooth as peanut butter...my God…

-Meanwhile, in the ring, DJ Z runs up from behind Fancy Pants and rolls him up as he is leaned over the top rope, yelling at Neon Lights-

Garble: Z'S GOT HIM! Z'S GOT HIM!

*1…...2..-Fancy is able to kick out, much to the anger of the fans-

Ahuizotl: DJ Z NEARLY picked up the win for his team! The distraction that Fleur De Lis caused that was ORIGINALLY intended for Neon Lights, has now turned into a distraction for Fancy Pants!

-7 minutes later-

-Neon Lights finds himself in the clutches of Fancy Pants-

Garble: All three of Fancy Pants' signature moves involve the Cobra Clutch, so who KNOWS what move he could be going for right here!

-Luckily, Neon is able to break free of Fancy's grip. As he does so, he lowers himself down to the mat and performs a backwards roll through Fancy's legs-

Ahuizotl: Whatever move it was, Neon Lights was able to avoid it. And in splendid fashion, too!

-As Fancy Pants turns around, he is leveled by both of Neon's knees as Neon jumps into the air-

Garble: THERE IT IS! KNEE-ON, LIGHTS OUT! Neon Lights, jumping DIRECTLY up, and both of his knees are sent CRACKING against Fancy Pants' jaw!

Ahuizotl: NO! NOT THIS AGAIN!

Garble: What's wrong?! I thought I was talking to the PUN MASTER here!

Ahuizotl: YES. GOOD PUNS, GARBLE. GOOD PUNS, DAMN YOU!

-Fancy drops to one knee as a result of the blow. The referee begins to check on him as Neon runs off the ropes. Just after he does so, Fleur De Lis brings her hand under the bottom rope and swipes Neon's foot, halting his momentum to many crowd boos-

Ahuizotl: AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?! The DASTARDLY Fleur De Lis, making her presence known at ringside!

Garble: She may have just SAVED this matchup for EGO!

Neon: -leaning over the top rope- HEY! Am I gonna have to come out there and give your alabaster ass a nice flogging?!

Garble: OOOOOOH! I'd LOVE to see that!

-This time, FLEUR is the one to give Neon a kiss as, all of a sudden, Neon once again finds himself caught in Fancy Pants' grip. This time, though, he DOESN'T get out. Instead, he gets lifted up and planted into the mat with…-

Ahuizotl: ELITE EXECUTION! Neon Lights was UNABLE to break free this time!

Garble: CAN HE KICK OUT, THOUGH!? I HOPE so!

*1….2….-the crowd begins to cheer emphatically as Neon is able to raise his shoulder up off the canvas-

Ahuizotl: HE DOES! NEON LIGHTS EEKS HIS SHOULDER OUT!

Garble: WHAT A KICK OUT! Once again, Fleur De Lis TRIED to put a dent in NION Lights' opposition, but thanks to Neon, she FAILED!

-6 minutes later-

-DJ Z is awaiting Gustave to get to his feet, as he stands on the apron. Once Gustave does, DJ Z springboards off the top rope and flies into the ring. He attempts to perform the Gain Structure on him (or a Springboard Tornado DDT), but before he can plant Gustave's head into the ground, Gustave powers out of the position by lifting DJ Z into the air-

Ahuizotl: LOOK AT THE POOOWEEEERRRR! The raw strength of Gustave Le Grand to counter Gain Structure like that!

-Gustave walks over to the ropes, still holding DJ Z. He then forcefully pushes on DJ Z's stomach with his palm, promptly LAUNCHING him over the top rope! DJ Z CRASHES into the floor below stomach-first!-

Garble: -as the crowd OHHHHs very loudly- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! GUSTAVE LE GRAND JUST TOSSED ZEMA ION OUT OF THE RING WITH A FUCKING GOURDBUSTER!

Ahuizotl: Absolutely NO regard for DJ Z's body! But then again, it IS a wrestling match, so you can't blame him! All that matters to Gustave is that he removed himself from danger, and he did that.

Garble: He just so happened to put DJ Z's HEALTH in danger in the process! DAMN! His ribs just THUDDED against the floor, which has CONCRETE stored underneath! The thin padding can only help SO much!

-As Gustave distracts the referee, Neon Lights runs over to check on his partner. As he does so, Fleur De Lis walks up from behind him and nails him with a swift kick in the crotch, garnering NOTHING but boos from the crowd-

Ahuizotl: AW, DAMMIT! SOMEONE ESCORT HER AWAY FROM THE RING!

Garble: Neon Lights DID say that he liked bitchy girls last night, and now Fleur is feeding his fetish!

-Fleur looks down at Neon in disgust. She then drops to her knees and begins to smack the palm of her hand against his ass multiple times-

Ahuizotl: And now pure, utter HUMILIATION for Neon Lights!

Garble: Not that I'm condoning this, but this is EXACTLY what Fleur had to go through last night. Granted, Neon doesn't deserve it, but you know what I mean. It's still a measure of payback for Fleur.

-Fleur steps away once she feels she has enough. Fancy Pants picks up DJ Z, who still hasn't been able to recover, and shoves him into the ring. He then enters the ring himself, and grabs Gustave's attention as she again lifts DJ Z to his feet. Fancy lifts DJ Z into the air and places him to where his legs are on Gustave's right shoulders. Gustave soon removes DJ Z's legs from his shoulders, but he continues to hold onto his legs as Fancy Pants twists DJ Z down to the mat. DJ Z's back SLAMS into the mat as Fancy too drops back-first to the mat, and as Gustave drops to his butt- (this looks like this: gyazodotcom/f13448ed235fb7175b2090b6e11edcde it's commonly known in the wrestling world as The Magic Killer)

Ahuizotl: OH! And there's the Cream of the Crop! DJ Z may be taking a few Zs right now!

Garble: I'm guessing that's supposed to tell us that he's unconscious?

Ahuizotl: ….Well yeah.

Garble: ...And you said Knee-On, Lights Out was bad…

-Gustave, the legal man, makes a cover on DJ Z-

Ahuizotl: Neon Lights has been kept at bay! There's nothing he can do to help his partner!

*1…..2…..3!* -the crowd begins to furiously boo as the bell rings. Fleur De Lis is shown outside the ring, smiling widely, as she is proud of her boys victory-

Garble: Give the assist to Fleur De Lis! EGO's confidence grows more and more EVERY week!

Madden: Here are YOOOOOUUUUURRRR WIIIIINNEEERRRRSSSSS..EEEEEEGOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: And they have a RIGHT to be confident. They just knocked off one of the premiere tag teams here on Lunacy! I only wish they would've done it with a little bit more CLASS.

Garble: You would think that would be the case with three people who claim to OOZE class and sophistication, but no. These 3 will bend the rules WHENEVER they get the opportunity, and THAT is the reason they were successful here tonight!

-Fleur De Lis enters the ring, gesturing at the referee to "shoo" as she raises the hands of Fancy and Gustave-

Ahuizotl: I suppose a win is a win, and none of these three are going to lose sleep over it...but if it weren't for the rotten Fleur De Lis incapacitating Neon Lights, this match may have had a DIFFERENT outcome!

Garble: And that's a real shame, especially after the INCREDIBLE performance Neon Lights had last night. Thanks to this loss here, it may be a while before we see him in another high profile match, where he'll have the chance to steal the show once again.

-Fancy Pants grabs microphones for both himself and Gustave Le Grand-

Ahuizotl: Oh boy...we get to hear MORE from EGO...how lucky are we?

Garble: Eh...I just want to hear Fleur speak, not these clowns.

Fancy Pants: EHEM. -the crowd continues to boo them- Your opinion is INSIGNIFICANT, so please cease with your trivial viewpoints. -the boos continue, as Fancy shakes his head at Gustave in disgust- It seems...you all have forgotten...who we are. We were the very FIRST Combo of Carnage Champions, in the Equestrian Wrestling Federation, and we made a MOCKERY of the rest of its insignificant division! -boos-

Gustave: Yet, in the midst of our dominance, new teams rose up to try and take our spot. Teams like...Ze Cybernetic Scavengers, and NION Lights. But what zey do not understand, is zat WE...we are here to STAY. -more boos-

Crowd: WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WHAT A BUM-MER! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Gustave: It doesn't matter if you swine want us here or not! We are not here to PLEASE you! We are here to build our empire, build our legend, and build our EGO!

Fancy: And our legend will state that we were the most RUTHLESS and most REMARKABLE tag team in EWF history! We will go down as the most esteemed grapplers in this industry. You all may resist us, but very soon, you shall have NO CHOICE but to pledge your undying adoration for us! You will have NO ONE else to cheer for, as Gustave and I will have silenced THEM ALL! We have defeated EVERY team there is to beat! NO other team can compare to EGO! Not intellectually, not extravagantly, not when it comes to TALENT, and CERTAINLY NOT when it comes to virility! (masculinity) -the crowd boos- That's right! Gustave and I...we are the only REAL men in The Equestrian Wrestling Federation! We are two men, surrounded by a bunch of LITTLE BOYS, NONE of which can hold a candle to US! We are the MANLIEST tag team in this business, and we IMPLORE you to find one more suitable! -there is a pause, as all of EGO look towards the stage, waiting to see if anyone will come out. After a while, once no one emerges, all three members of EGO smirk- Just as I anticipated...there is NO ONE that can compare to-

-Fancy is interrupted by the EWF logo appearing on the titantron in black & white. A few seconds later, a curtain closes and covers up the logo. This is literally shot like an old timey black and white video. Footsteps are heard, as well as the sound of a screeching monkey as a short and stout man dressed in a white trenchcoat, black pants, black dress shoes and a black dress hat walks out onto the stage in front of the curtain. He is carrying a white cone (or a megaphone,) which he puts in front of his mouth and begins to speak-

"Gather 'round EVERYONE and witness the debonair devastation of such EXQUISITE sophistication! Aiden English…-at that, the camera shows not only the titantron, but the stage, as the sound of a spotlight, followed by the spotlight itself shines on Aiden English, (who is Flim from My Little Pony) who is standing on the left of the stage as he has his arms tucked behind his back. The man then turns to his right- Simon Gotch…-a spotlight shines on the right side of the stage to reveal Simon Gotch (Flam from My Little Pony,) who is flexing- (the scene looks like this: gyazodotcom/ecc4c7649d1b2909fb956190b738726b )

The VAAAAUDEVILLIAAANS…" -with that, the man puts down his megaphone to his side and walks off the stage, putting a little pep in his step before doing so. The curtain is removed to reveal the words, "The Vaudevillians" as both Aiden and Simon walk to the center of the stage while old-timey music begins to play, the camera zooming in on them as they share a firm handshake with each other before each holding both of their fists out towards each other, Aiden looking towards the ring with a smirk, and Simon with a serious expression on his face. The two then put their fists back down to their sides and begin to walk to the ring. Simon Gotch is practically spazzing out as he jumps around of Aiden English, who uses his hands like conductor's batons, and he conducts the crowd as they clap along to their theme music-

Ahuizotl: I think we may have found a team suitable enough to argue your claims! Aiden English! Simon Gotch! One of the most popular tag teams to make their way from Canterlot Championship Wrestling!

Garble: And do NOT adjust your television sets, ladies and gentlemen! We are NOT back in the 1930's, I ASSURE you! This is all the doing of The Vaudevillians! Don't ask me HOW, don't ask me WHY, but when they make their entrance, the color of our monitors automatically changes everything to black and white!

Ahuizotl: I LOVE this! My grandfather told me stories of when he was a young boy, and his old man would take him to Vaudeville shows. He said those were some of the happiest times of his life, and now I can see why! These guys can dance, they can sing, but above all else, they can WRESTLE!

Garble: They bring people together! And let's not forget, they have been calling THEMSELVES "quite manly" for MONTHS down in CCW! They fancy themselves the manliest men you will EVER encounter, and they have found their way to Monday Night Lunacy! I don't know if they rode in here on a Zeppelin, or a steamboat or WHAT, but here they are!

-Gotch jumps up onto the apron and begins doing a series of hindu squats on the apron before he puts on foot on the bottom rope while both hands are on the top rope and vaults himself into the ring. He then grabs onto the top rope while in the ring with both hands and jumps up, kicking the bottom of the top turnbuckle with both feet. He then rushes over to the other side of the ring, where English is standing on the apron and looking out into the crowd. Gotch places his feet on the bottom rope, and his hands on the top before he reaches down and grabs onto the middle rope with both hands, pulling it up very close to the top rope.

English: -holding out his arms with a smile- MEN ARE HEEEEERE!

-English then bends down and enters the ring through the raised middle rope. English continues to conduct the audience with their clapping as Gotch runs around the ring in a crouched position, which frankly freaks Fleur De Lis out-

Garble: Simon Gotch, a traditional strongman competitor. My sources tell me he can lift 500 pounds over his head with ONE arm. And Aiden English is well-trained in acting, with a focus on stage combat. And he graduated with a Bachelor of Arts.

Garble: Yeah, he's also an accomplished singer. He's been in over 20 stage productions, and he's even been on BROADWAY. But what REALLY is impressive is the wrestling skills these guys possess. We saw them on Sublime last month, but now it seems they have a bone to pick with EGO.

(The Vaudevillians' theme song = "Vau de Vire" by CFO$)

-The Vaudevillians grab microphones for themselves and stand on the other side of the ring in front of EGO. The black and white effect goes away, and color completely returns. And that means I can finally show you what The Vaudevillians' attire looks like. This will be easier than explaining it, so here: 41dotmediadottumblrdotcom/4f4597e12500e12a160dd4b61cd9efdc/tumblr_o5v3oeOvuz1snmvb8o1_1280dotpng (Gotch is the one standing up, and English is the one on one knee. The only extra thing that they are wearing is that Gotch is adorning a black trench coat, and English a red one)-

Ahuizotl: They've got something to say! We've turned the clock back here on Monday Night Lunacy!

Crowd: OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! OH MY GOTCH! -Gotch looks excited that this much of the Lunacy fanbase knows who he is-

Aiden English: -holding onto his microphone with one hand, while the other arm is tucked behind his back- Gentlemen, and I use that term very, VERY loosely...you rang? -he smirks, as the crowd begins cheering again-

Garble: Oh man...shots fired EARLY!

Fancy: ...I asked a team that was more manly than Gustave and I to make their way into this ring, and YOU TWO, whoever you may be, DON'T. QUALIFY. -loud boos follow-

Gustave: -he nods- You two? MANLY?! HA! You're just a couple of nutty circus freaks!

Simon Gotch: -clearing his throat loudly- We prefer the term…"performers." VAUDEVILLE performers, at that! And we're not "freaks." We are ENTERTAINERS. We are here to entertain, unlike the likes of you three, who, as it appears to us, were mere seconds away, from putting these people into a deep sleep before we made our entrance. -the crowd cheers loudly-

Crowd: VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS!

Fancy: ...Who ARE you two chaps?

English: Did you not hear all of them? -he gestures towards the crowd- And did you not pay attention to our entrance? -he shrugs- No matter. We had this planned anyway. I am Aiden English.

Gotch: And I am Simon Gotch.

English: WE are The Vaudevillians, and we areee…-they then perform their signature pose-

Aiden & Simon: MAAAANLYYYYY! -much of the crowd follows along, as they clearly know their stuff-

(Once again, I'm just going to show you their signature pose rather than describing it myself. Here you go: gyazodotcom/9296d444c20806f1d79b64c889309ee3 )

English: -he keeps his pose as he speaks into the microphone- and we...are the EPITOME, of REAL men! -he and Simon then stand up, as the crowd is cheering wildly-

Fancy: -is chuckling highly- P-pardon me, but...what makes you two believe that YOU...YOU! Are greater men that Gustave and I?

English: Are you unaware of what a "man" really is? Because that's the impression I get right now. A man is hard working. A man is tough. A real man achieves success on his OWN merit. And, contrary to the both of you...a real man doesn't...hide behind a woman... -he gestures towards Fleur De Lis, which the crowd OHHHs at before cheering. Fleur and her men look disgusted- like a pair of DESPERATE pantywaists. -louder cheers-

Gotch: And this COMPLETELY makes the both of you DEVOID of the other traits Aiden just named. You aren't hard working, because you've relied on a woman your whole career. You're certainly not tough, because you frequently use a woman to fight your battles for you. And lastly, you owe ALL of your success...to a woman. -loud cheers follow- Gustave...Fancy...you two ARE former Combo of Carnage Champions, indeed, but you became number one contenders TO those title, with the help of Fleur De Lis. You WON those titles with the help of Fleur De Lis. You RETAINED your status as Champions with the help of Fleur De Lis. And you even won your match TONIGHT, because of Fleur De Lis. -loud cheers-

English: And yet you have the audacity to call yourselves, "REAL men"? Heh…

Gotch: BALDERDASH!

English: Not just that...you claim you are the ONLY real men in The Equestrian Wrestling Federation. Even if that WERE true, which it ISN'T, you wouldn't be anymore...because, that "spot" of yours you mentioned earlier? Simon and I are here to TAKE it! -the crowd cheers as Gustave and Fancy's eyebrows furrow- Because we represent a bygone era. An era where EVERY man was fighting tooth and nail to earn the best life possible for themselves, and for their families. But of course...it's now 2014, and that era is no more. Its values and morals have mostly diminished. Many men and women alike that make up The EWF roster would rather take the high road to prominence. But men like myself? Men like Simon Gotch? We aren't going to wait around for a handout, either, but we sure aren't going to stoop to the lows of cowards like you, who would rather let a woman do all of the work for you, as opposed to making a name through your own blood, sweat, tears and sacrifices. -cheers-

Gotch: The fact that the both of you can stand in this ring, and refer to yourselves as MEN? You don't know the first THING about being a man.

English: -he shakes his head- But allow us to instruct you both on how REAL men conduct business. Just promise us that you won't allow your woman to do the fighting for you! -at that, Aiden and Simon drop their microphones before launching one of their fists into the jaws of Fancy and Gustave. The crowd cheers emphatically as Fancy and Gustave's microphones fall out of their hands as they too fall to the mat-

Garble: HERE WE GO! THE VAUDEVILLIANS, BRINGING THE FIGHT TO EGO!

Ahuizotl: They're getting a lesson in how REAL men FIGHT, WITHOUT having a woman fight your battles for you!

Garble: Let's see how they fare!

-Simon gets down to the mat and begins to unload on Gustave Le Grand, while, to his left, Aiden does the same to Fancy Pants-

Ahuizotl: Not too well so far!

Crowd: VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS!VAUDE-VILL-IANS! VAUDE-VILL-IANS!

-Gustave is able to get up to his feet enough to shove Simon away. Simon responds by grabbing Gustave's wrist, kicking his leg back to where the back of his upper thigh is pressed against Gustave's wrist before he launches the top of his boot right into the nose of Gustave, which sends him down to the mat- (this is called a Wristlock Nose Kick, performed by Simon Gotch himself: gyazodotcom/f86e32fcbd867f9227ea39b5de057295 )

Garble: What an innovative kick! Gustave is holding his nose frantically!

-Meanwhile, Aiden brings Fancy to his feet and moves him over to Simon, who grabs ahold of one of Fancy's arms while Aiden is holding the other. The Vaudevillians then perform a double twist to both of Fancy's arms, followed by each of them sending one of their fists into Fancy's stomach. This causes Fancy to bend over in pain-

Aiden & Simon: -while putting both of their fists up on each side of Fancy- DUKES UP! -the crowd says, "DUKES UP" along with them as Aiden and Simon each punch the sides of Fancy's head with one of their fists-

Garble: THERE IT IS! Classic Vaudevillians' offense! (and here it is in gif form: gyazodotcom/50df019e7862a5ac94773b666d965db6 )

-Fancy falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring as Simon then brings his attention to Gustave-

Ahuizotl: And I think The Vaudevillians aren't done teaching Gustave Le Grand a lesson in manliness!

-Simon brings Gustave to his feet as he is standing behind him. He then launches an Uppercut to the back of Gustave's head-

Garble: And an absolutely VICIOUS Uppercut! And we've seen this MANY a time down in CCW! Aiden English is about to execute HIS half of the tag team finisher known as The Whirling Dervish!

-Before English can cap off The Whirling Dervish, Fleur De Lis is able to pull Gustave down to the mat by his feet before yanking him out of the ring to NOTHING but crowd boos-

Ahuizotl: DAMN! Gustave Le Grand was just a LITTLE too close to the ropes, and Fleur De Lis was able to swoop in and save him from The Whirling Dervish!

-Aiden English holds his arms out in a, "are you serious" way-

Garble: And the faces of Gotch and English tell the entire story. They were looking forward to putting an exclamation point on their lesson to EGO, but it wasn't meant to be!

Ahuizotl: Once again, Fleur De Lis' involvement pays dividends to EGO. But there may be a time very, very soon, where EGO will have to settle things with The Vaudevillians, and Fleur De Lis may not be able to do ANYTHING to save Fancy Pants and Gustave from their onslaught.

-Fleur has both Fancy and Gustave on both of the sides of her body as they walk backwards away from the ring. Gustave is still holding his nose, and Fancy, his gut. Simon Gotch stands on the middle rope, with his hands on the top rope as he looks out towards the retreating EGO. Aiden just shakes his head in disgust as he picks up the microphone-

Aiden: And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! -he gestures to the ramp- THERE is your so-called, "manliest tag team"! Here's a word to the wise...REAL men don't withdraw! They don't retreat! They stay and FIGHT! -loud cheers- And no matter what, win or lose, they still get BACK UP, and they fight some more! -more cheers- When you two phonies have the guts to stand on your own two feet, and challenge us MEN to "MEN," and again, I use that term loosely...Simon and I will be HERE waiting!

-The Vaudevillians' theme song plays again, as the crowd begins to cheer once again and clap along to it. Simon steps off the middle rope and meets Aiden in the middle of the ring. Another handshake occurs between the two-

Garble: And The Vaudevillians have laid out the challenge! They want to fight Gustave Le Grand and Fancy Pants WITHOUT their trust manager by their side!

Ahuizotl: I don't know if those two have enough courage to compete in a match WITHOUT Fleur De Lis in their corner. But if Fancy Pants and Gustave want ANYONE to believe that they are as manly as they say they are, it would be in their best interest to take The Vaudevillians up on their challenge.

Garble: I agree. It's time to put your big boy pants on, guys! Otherwise, you'll never be able to live down that vocal smackdown that Aiden English and Simon Gotch laid on them tonight. SERIOUSLY, 'Zotl! The Vaudevillians arrived on Monday Night Lunacy, and it didn't take them long to call out EGO as the downright LIARS that they are.

Ahuizotl: And I'm very glad they did so! EGO were blowing a WHOLE lot of smoke, and if it weren't for The Vaudevillians showing up, it only would've raised their, well, their ego even MORE. And the LAST thing those two need is a bigger ego!

Garble: Nope. What they DO need, though, is a reminder of how men got things done in the olden days, and THAT is where The Vaudevillians come in!

Aiden and Simon: And we aaaaare…-the two then perform their signature pose once again, as the crowd shouts along to..- MAAAAANLYYYYYYY!

Crowd: THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS MAN-LY! *CLAPCLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

-The color once again changes to simply a black and white-

Garble: We've gone RETRO again on Monday Night Lunacy, 'Zotl! I love it!

Ahuizotl: Hey, it's a nice change of pace from the norm. They say what's old is new again, and The Vaudevillians are living PROOF of that statement! They've edited the entire telecast, and they've made a MAJOR statement in their Lunacy debut, at the hands of EGO!

Aiden: -standing up on the middle rope in the corner- THAT...IS WHAT A MAN DOES!

Garble: He's right. Men make STATEMENTS, and what a statement The Vaudevillians made…

-Fancy, Fleur and Gustave are now at the top of the stage, looking down at The Vaudevillians in the ring with intense hatred. Simon and Aiden are looking at them with challenging smirks-

-The camera moves to the office of General Manager Luna, where The System is currently stationed, and where Snips and Snails are currently being berated by Shining Armor-

Shining Armor: I...I just...I can't BELIEVE you two couldn't handle such a SIMPLE instruction! All you had to do! ALL YOU HAD TO DO, was keep Flash Sentry away from the ring long enough for me to grab the briefcase! If it weren't for you two BOZOS, I would be holding the Carnival of Carnage briefcase right now! I would be a future Carnage Champion! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU T-

Cadance: SHINING, ENOUGH! STOP YELLING!

Shining: -turning towards Cadance with a frown on his face- B-b-but it's THEIR FAULT! You're supposed to have my back, Cadance!

Luna: -looking at Shining from her desk sternly- Oh, is THAT how it goes, Shining Armor? Cadance is only supposed to have YOUR back? Not Sunset's, nor mine, nor Snips or Snails'?

Shining: I…-he hangs his head- I didn't mean it like THAT…

Luna: Well then how DID you mean it? Hmm? We are all fighting for the same thing here, so we should ALL have each other's backs! You should know better than ANYONE, Shining...not all plans turn out how we want them to. If you're just going to yell at Snips and Snails for trying their best, and if you think you're so good, why didn't YOU take care of Flash Sentry, while THEY took down the briefcase for you?

Shining: Well I….I….

Luna: Mhm. Exactly. The way I see it, you don't have the RIGHT to make excuses, Shining. Cadance only didn't win her match because Trixie went into business for herself. Sunset won HER match. And, earlier on in the night, Snips and Snails won THEIR match, and they became The Combo of Carnage Champions! But you, Shining? You're going to take it out on them, because YOU couldn't win your match?

Shining: I….

Luna: You don't see CADANCE yelling at you, or anyone of us for not winning her match, so why do you feel you get special treatment?

Shining: I...I DON'T, I just...am really angry about not having that briefcase…

Swirlinaitis: -walking over and putting his hands on Shining's shoulders- Why are you angry, though? Shining, look...you don't NEED that briefcase. ALL of us know that you're a future Carnage Champion WITHOUT it. All you have to do is work hard, like you've BEEN doing, and stop blaming your shortcomings on other people. Okay?

Shining: -he continues to frown at Swirlinaitis- Y-yes, sir…-he turns to SCUM- Hey, guys...I'm really sorry. It isn't your fault I lost, so don't get yourselves down about it.

Sunset: Mr. Swirlinaitis is right. -she walks over the Snips and Snails, getting between them and putting an arm on each of their shoulders with a grin- We shouldn't be scolding these guys...hell, we should be PRAISING them! They're the NEW Combo of Carnage Champions! GOOD freaking job, dudes!

Snails: -can't help but grin sheepishly- Hah-hah-haaaaah! Thank you, Sunseeeeeet!

Cadance: -she giggles as she high fives both Snips and Snails- What she said! Good going, guys! We couldn't be more proud of ya!

Snips: REALLY? You're...you're PROUD of us?!

Cadance: Of COURSE! Why wouldn't we be? You've brought even MORE gold to The System!

Snips: A-aw man! We're...we're SO HAPPY to hear that!

Snails: Yeah-haaaaah! All we've ever wanted to do was make you guys proud of us!

Luna: Well, you've succeeded. -she stands up out of her desk seat and walks over to SCUM- I'll be honest, boys. I didn't think you were ever going to reach this level, but you have EXCEEDED ALL of our expectations over the past few months! It seems that new attitude you pitched to us has worked WONDERS for your career.

Snips: And we plan to stay dominant, and continue to impress our friends in The System week after week!

Luna: -she nods with a smile, patting them both on the back- Well, you can start tonight, because I've booked you in an 8 person, intergender tag team match with ANOTHER pair of tag team Champions.

Snails: -is very excited- Awww SWEEEEET!

Luna: And that match is coming up next. Oh! But before you leave...Shining Armor, I suggest you pay CLOSE attention to that match. Now, I'm not getting on your case or anything, but you've been...well, slacking as of late. A few months ago, this statement would've been the EXACT opposite, but, as of late, I say you should strive to be more like Snips and Snails. You could learn A LOT from the new path they've taken in their careers.

-Snips and Snails look at each other with a loud gasp, before their faces light up in happiness-

Snips: Thank you thank you THANK YOU, Ms. Luna! Just hearing you say that gives us all of the confidence in the WORLD!

Snails: YES! It's an HONOR to be apart of The System! We won't let ANY of you down!

Luna: -she smiles- Don't mention it, boys. Now, go out there, and show the world why you DESERVE to be the Combo of Carnage Champions!

Snips and Snails: Absolutely, ma'am!

-With that, Snips and Snails walk out of Luna's office, shutting the door behind them. Meanwhile, Shining Armor has been staring off into the distance with a look of pure disgust on his face (like this: idotdailymaildotcodotuk/i/pix/2014/02/09/article-2555012-1B4D696200000578-26_634x434dotjpg ) He just stands there, mouthing the words, "be like Snips and Snails?" Luna then sits down, as Cadance and Sunset snicker at his facial expression, and at the fact that two months ago, Luna would've NEVER said that-

Sunset: -she crosses her arms as she shares a smirk with Cadance- Oh how things can change in the span of a few months…-Cadance nods and chuckles as the camera zooms in on the look of pure horror on Shining Armor's face. You can see some nose hairs, even. That's how close they are. They stay on that scene for a while longer as Shining Armor shakes his head, trying to wake up from what he thinks is a very bad dream, but, alas, he doesn't wake up. We then go to commercial as a tear begins to slide down out of Shining Armor's left eye-

-Back from commercial, we see Sunny Daze and Peachy Pie in the ring-

Garble: And there is the team of Sunny Daze and Peachy Pie, all set to square off against four of the newest Champions in the EWF.

Ahuizotl: We saw Sunny Daze compete just last week on Sublime, as she was unable to secure the final spot in the Fight For Your Right ladder match. It might seem like a long shot, but if she and Peachy Pie are able to secure a victory here, Sunny MAY find herself up against Sunset Shimmer at Boiling Point!

Garble: -he snickers loudly- Come on now, 'Zotl...SURELY you don't see that happening!

Ahuizotl: Well...no, I don't. But I haven't seen A LOT of things happening on this show, but guess what? That didn't stop them from occurring.

Garble: ...True point. Sunny Daze was only able to muster a measly 11 seconds in that Battle Royal last Friday. I'm sure she'll put forth a better effort tonight, especially with such a MONSTROUS opportunity hanging over her and Peachy's heads.

-"Cuck Tales" by Duke Godwin begins to blare throughout the arena, confusing absolutely EVERYONE-

Ahuizotl: TH-THE DUCK TALES THEME SONG?!

-Hoops and Dumb-Bell appear on the stage, dressed in black slacks with black suspenders covering their nipples, as well as bowties strapped around their neck. (Their attire looks exactly like this: . ?w=650) Next to Hoops is Lemon Hearts, and next to Dumb-Bell is Twinkleshine-

Madden: Aaaaand THEEEEIR PAAARTNEEEERS! Accompaniiied, byyyy LEMOOOON HEARTS! Aaaaaand TWWWWIIIINKLESHIIIIIINE! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 441 POOOOUNDS...CHUCK! AAAAND BUCK! THHHHEEEE CUCKS!

-Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts smirk and grin respectively as they begin to pull Chuck (who is Hoops) and Buck (Dumb-Bell) down the ramp by their bow ties-

Garble: -is absolutely flabbergasted- WHAT!? WHAT THE?! NO! NO! THIS IS INSULTING!

Ahuizotl: W-well I recognize those two young ladies. That is Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts. They competed against Harper and Rowan exactly one month ago today on Lunacy. But tonight, they are leading their...boyfriends, I guess, to the ri-WAIT...is...is that….HOOPS AND DUMB-BELL?

Garble: -he sighs disappointedly- It….it sure is…

Ahuizotl: WOW. It seems they are uhh...under a different moniker going forward…

Garble: Yeah but WHY? Just...just FUCKING WHY?! Hoops and Dumb-Bell were STUPID names in their own right, but THIS? THIS?!

Ahuizotl: I….I don't see what you're so perturbed about.

Garble: THEY'RE FUCKING CUCKS, 'ZOTL! THEY'RE BOTH HUGE FUCKING CUCKS!

Ahuizotl: ….Uh huh. Pardon me for uhh, sounding out of the loop, but...what exactly is a "cuck"?

Garble: -his eyes bulge in terror- Oh….OH NO….WHY? WHY OF ALL THE FUCKING THINGS I'D NEVER HOPED I WOULD HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO YOU...WHY DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU?! -he tries to calm himself down- Do...are you familiar with the term "cuckold"?

Ahuizotl: Now THAT I do know…

Garble: Well, "cuck" is short for….for cuckold…

Ahuizotl: -nodding his head, understanding- Oh. -his eyes suddenly bulge as well as he fully realizes what that means- OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS SHOW SUCKS!

Garble: I FUCKING KNOW!

Ahuizotl: Wait, but...but what if it's all just a HUGE coincidence?

Garble: Well, I guess we'll find out. I REALLY fucking hope that it i-

-Chuck and Buck approach two adult men in the front row on the right side of the stage, their respective girlfriends next to them-

Twinkleshine: Are these the guys that are going to take care of us while you two handle business in the ring~?

Buck: What do you say guys? Is that something you might be interested in?

Random Guy 1: Uhhh...sure! What do you mean by "take care of," though?

Lemon Hearts: -she shares a look with Twinkleshine, the two smirking at one another- We mean THIS! -Lemon Hearts lunges her lips into Random Guy Two's. Meanwhile, Twinkleshine begins to make out with Random Guy One. Buck and Chuck step back and watch in amazement as their girlfriends tongue wrestle the two random dudes-

Garble: OH NOOOOOOOO! I KNEW IT WASN'T A COINCIDENCE!

Ahuizotl: THOSE DAMN CUCKS!

Garble: This is PATHETIC! -he's so upset he's about to burst into tears- WHAT KIND OF MEN LIKE TO WATCH THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS BE VIOLATED BY STRANGERS?!

Ahuizotl: And what kind of WOMEN go along with it?! Or maybe it's not that...maybe Buck and Chuck are just inadequate, and they can't satisfy Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts well enough.

Garble: Aww...I actually kind of feel bad for them, if that's the case. BUT STILL! THEY AREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT! THEY'RE PRO WRESTLERS, AND THESE GUYS ARE RANDOM JABRONIS! BEAT THE PISS OUT OF THEM FOR TOUCHING YOUR GIRLS!

Ahuizotl: Well, given Buck and Chuck's, ehem...track record in their previous lives, they don't seem to be GOOD wrestlers.

Garble: True, true. And as, ugh...REVOLTING as their new personas may be, it could be a turnaround for them in their careers!

Chuck: -to Buck- This is SO hot, man!

Ahuizotl: Well, we have our answers...they're not weak, they just simply ENJOY it…

Garble: I think I'm...gonna be...sick…

-As The Cucks watch in awe, "Enforcer" by Adam Massacre rings out through the arena, garnering many boos-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR OPPONEEENTS..FIRST! Representiiiing THEEEEEEEE SYYYYYYSTEEEEEEEM! At a COMBIIINED WEIGHT, of 403 POOOOOUNDS..they aaaare, the NEEEEEEW..COOOOOMBOOOO OF CAAAARNAAAAAGE CHAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOONS! SNIIIIIPS, and SNAAAAAAILS..SCUUUUUUUUUUUM!

-Snips and Snails walk out onto the stage with ruthless expressions on their faces, and Championships wrapped around their waists-

Ahuizotl: The Cucks had better not lose focus in their girlfriends' ecstasy, because they've got to step into the ring with THESE two men. The new Combo of Carnage Champions, and, as we've seen in recent weeks, two EXTREMELY unpredictable and savage individuals...Snips and Snails.

Garble: And not only are they wearing their newly-won titles to the ring, but Snails has around his wrist, the wristband that he removed from the BODY of former Champion, Ace, after the match came to an end!

Ahuizotl: And not only that, but Snips has Ace's HEADBAND adorning his forehead! These two may have won the Combo of Carnage titles cleanly, but they have very clearly STOLEN some of Ace's ensemble!

Garble: We can only imagine that Snips and Snails see them as tokens of their victory; a reminder of the day they DECIMATED both Rack Attack AND The Teacher's Pets!

-Snails hisses at some of the audience members as he slides into the ring-

Garble: These guys have just become so...so CREEPY over the past little bit, but creepy in a WICKED way. Not creepy in a WEIRD way like...well, like The Cucks.

Ahuizotl: Call them creepy if you must. I prefer to call them EFFECTIVE.

Garble: They have certainly been that, there's no denying.

-Snips and Snails remove their titles from their waists and clank them together as their partners' music hits-

*SIERRA, WHISKEY, OSCAR, ROMEO, DELTA..SWORD* -many cheers flood the Asylum, though there are still some noticeable boos-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR PARTNEEEERS! Representiiiing THHHEEE SWOOOOORD! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 306 POOOOUNDS..they are TWO OOOOOF THHHHEEEEE NEEEEEEEW, CHIIIIIIIIIIIICK..COOOOOOOOOOMBOOOOOOO CHAAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIIOOOOOONS..ROOOOOSEEEELY REEEEIGNS, AAAAAND DIIIIIIAAAAAAAAANE..DIIIIIIIIIIITZBROOOOOOOOOSE!

-Reigns and Ditzbrose begin to scale down the aisleway, giving dirty looks to all of the fans that slap their shoulders as their new belts glisten around their waists-

Ahuizotl: After a 5 month odyssey of enacting what they call "justice" upon the EWF and all who inhabit it, last night at High Stakes, The Sword captured the Chick Combo Championships at long last.

Garble: That marks the FOURTH time that The Sword have beaten Lightning Dust and Fluttershy. But last night was EASILY the most devastating of all four losses for the former Champions. But even so, they aren't going to let that deter them from going after The Sword ONCE AGAIN in an attempt to reclaim the Chick Combo Championships! All I have to say is, best of luck to Fluttershy and LD, because, as far as I'm concerned, The Sword have got their number, and they've had it for MONTHS now!

Ahuizotl: It was certainly a tough pill to swallow for the former Champions, and it must be even MORE frustrating now that they, like the rest of us, heard the news that ALL THREE members of The Sword are the Champions! That has been UNHEARD of up to this point in the EWF!

Garble: Well, we can now say that it is OFFICIAL. In less than four weeks, at Boiling Point, Fluttershy and Lightning Dust will challenge The Sword, in a rematch for the Chick Combo Championships. WHICH two members, you ask? Well, we won't know until the pay per view. THAT is the advantage The Sword now has in their favor as a trio.

-Ditzbrose climbs over the barricade, followed by Reigns. The two enter the ring and remove their Championships as the stand in the middle of the ring. They hold up the titles with one hand, while they use their free hand to form a fist and place their two fists together-

Match 4: Sunny Daze, Peachy Pie & The Cucks vs SCUM & The Sword

-As the bell rings, Peachy Pie, along with Reigns, are the legal women. That all changes, though, when Peachy immediately turns around and gives a nice, swift slap to Chuck-

Garble: -this forces the crowd to OHHHH loudly- JEEEEESUS! PEACHY PIE JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF CHUCK CUCK'S MOUTH!

Ahuizotl: GOOD! He's a damn FREAK! He DESERVES it!

-Chuck rubs his jaw in shock as Peachy Pie glares a hole through him-

Peachy Pie: You guys are both DISGUSTING! No girl would EVER want to team with you WEIRDOS! -at that, Peachy exits the ring, and along with her, Sunny Daze steps off the apron-

Garble: AHAHAHA! Sunny and Peachy! Th-they're walking away!

Ahuizotl: And I don't blame them! The Cucks are the type of guys most women DESPISE!

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

-Chuck gets in the ring, holding his arms out in a, "the fuck" way as he watches Sunny and Peachy walk away-

Chuck: DUDE! BUCK! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Buck: SHHH! Be quiet, man! I've got the best seat in the house!

-Buck watches as Random Guy 1 turns Twinkleshine away from him and begins to grope her breasts. Twinkleshine moans in pleasure as Lemon Hearts shoves a hand down Random Guy 2's pants-

Garble: Well, technically, THOSE guys have the best seats in the house.

Ahuizotl: Hold on a minute! I think that slap Peachy Pie gave to Chuck counted as a TAG! Chuck Cuck is now the legal man in this match!

Garble: Well SOMEBODY has to be, since the legal woman and her partner walked away. Not to mention that Buck isn't even aware of what's going on!

-Chuck turns around and is taken down to the mat by a HELLACIOUS Spear that causes him to perform a Shooting Star Press before he CRASHES into the mat belly-first!-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd is going INSANE- OHHHHHHHH! CHUCK CUCK WAS JUST ANNIHILATED BY ROSELY REIGNS!

Garble: THE GUY FUCKING DID A BACKFLIP! THAT'S HOW STRONG THAT SPEAR WAS! UNBELIEVABLE!

-Reigns gets to her knees and roars at Chuck's nearly decapitated body-

Reigns: -she then gets to her feet- YOU'RE SICK IN THE HEAD, MAN! I'M GONNA PUT YOU DOWN FOR GOOD!

Ahuizotl: Oh God...I don't know if he can take much more!

Reigns: -walking over to Snails- Bruh, we got something in mind! -she gestures between herself and Ditzbrose- When we say "jump," you jump!

-Snails snickers in anticipation as Reigns slaps him on the shoulders-

Reigns: -she screams to Ditzbrose- LET'S DO THIIIIIIS! -Ditzbrose enters the ring as Reigns drags Chuck to the middle of the ring-

Garble: Snails is the legal participant for his team, but it seems like The Sword have got DESTRUCTION in mind for Chuck!

-Snails climbs up to the top rope of his team's corner as Ditzbrose and Reigns work together to lift up Chuck in a powerbomb formation. They make sure to position themselves (and, by extension, Chuck) to where directly in front of Snails is the side of Chuck's body-

Ahuizotl: I think I know what this is going to be!

Ditzbrose: Now!

-At that point, Reigns and Ditzbrose force Chuck off of their shoulders as Snails leaps off the top rope. Just before Chuck's back slams into the mat, Snails' leg collides with Chuck's chest, and adds EXTRA force as Chuck's back is sent crashing into the mat!-

Garble: DOUBLE POWERBOMB! INTO A LEG DROP! GET CUCKED, SON!

-The crowd cheers loudly at the innovate triple-team maneuver as Reigns and Ditzbrose stand in front of Snails as he makes the cover, watching to see if Buck will try to make a move-

*1….2…..3!*

Ahuizotl: And in EMBARRASSING fashion, The Cucks don't measure up, just as they don't in the bedroom!

Madden: Here are YOOOOUUUUR WINNNNEEEEERS..THHHHEEEE SWOOOOOORD, AAAAAAAND SCUUUUUUUUUM!

Garble: Wow, 'Zotl. We don't know for SURE if their girls aren't satisfied with the performance they put forth in the bedroom, but SURELY they must be unsatisfied with the effort they put forth in their match tonight! That really WAS embarrassed. Before the match, they had to hand off their girlfriends to some random dudes in the crowd, and then AS SOON as they match began, their tag team partners BAILED on them! And to make matters WORSE, they lost in about THIRTY SECONDS.

Ahuizotl: Well, they actually ENJOYED seeing Lemon Hearts and Twinkleshine get...uh, acquainted with those gentlemen in the front row, but everything else that happened? Yeah, that definitely is going to stay with them for a while.

-Buck is now on the floor, waiting for his brother (in storyline) as he rolls out through the bottom rope-

Garble: And of course, Buck was paying attention to the shenanigans at the front row during the WHOLE time the match was going on...jeez…

-Both The Sword and SCUM are handed the titles. SCUM have no intention of chit-chatting with Reigns and Ditzbrose, so Snails crawls backwards under the bottom rope while Snips vaults himself to the floor with the help of the top rope-

Ahuizotl: SCUM and The Sword, neither team paid by the hour, it seems. Two sets of brand new Champions that are both looking to DOMINATE their respective tag team divisions.

Garble: If they both compete like they did here tonight, they will do JUST that, and NO team will be able to stop them!

Buck: -looking at him with a, "dude, seriously" face- Bro, what happened?! You said you'd handle everything!

Random Guy 1: Heh...speaking of, it was REAL fun to "handle" your lady friends', well...their lady bits.

Random Guy 2: Hell yeah! A LOT of things have happened to me at wrestling shows, but THIS one is new to me! I can't wait to blog about it!

Twinkleshine: -she disappointingly crosses her arms- Yeah...it was nice while it lasted, but it didn't last long at all.

Lemon Hearts: -she nods sadly- I didn't even have enough times for my nipples to get hard! -she whines-

Buck: -he is also frowning, before a smile comes across his face as an idea forms in his mind- Tell you what, girls...Chuck and I feel REAL bad that you didn't have enough of a chance to get cookin'...

Chuck: -he nods- I mean DAMN! I didn't even have a chance to watch you four go at it…

Buck: And I didn't see quite NEARLY enough to satisfy myself...so, how about the six of us go back to the hotel, where NOBODY can interrupt us?

Lemon Hearts: -grin and nods with excitement- TOTALLY! Let's do it!

Random Guy 2: Well, uhh...you see...we would LOVE to, but…

Random Guy 1: -scratching the back of his head- These front row seats cost A TON, and we don't want to leave halfway through the show's over sooo...yeaaaah…

Twinkleshine: Oh, but honey...TRUST US...you boys will get your money's worth and SOOOO much more if you accept our offer~

Lemon Hearts: -she winks- Absolutely~ so COME ON! -she grabs Guy 1's head and forces it between her breasts- What do ya say?

-Guy 1 can only mumble, as his face is being squeezed by Lemon's knockers-

Guy 2: -his face tells the entire story- Uhhhhh...I'm going to speak for BOTH of us and say...how could we POSSIBLY say no?! -he rips up both his and his buddy's tickets and hops over the barricade- Come on, Greg!

-Lemon Hearts removes Guy 1's (who I guess is Greg now I don't fucking care) face from her tits and helps him over the barricade, an excited giggle escaping her throat-

Lemon Hearts: You boys made the right choice! Now you'll get to wrestle with US for FREE~

Chuck: Ohhhh MAN! And we get to watch! -he rubs his hands in excitement with a creepy grin on his face as he follows the random guys and the girls up the stage-

Buck: We've hit the MOTHERLOAD, bro! Every cuck's DREAM! -he follows behind Chuck, already hard in the pants area just thinking about all the steamy action he's going to witness-

Garble: Luna, PLEASE...do the right thing and FIRE these fucking clowns!

Ahuizotl: Yes, please...PRONTO.

-The Sword, meanwhile, are in the center of the ring, holding their titles up with one hand while their free hand forms a fist. They then connect their two fists and shout, "BELIEVE IN THE SWOOOORD!"-

Garble: I have been believing in The Sword for quite a while now. But I also believe that this segment has ran on for WAY too fucking long, so JUST END IT ALREADY!

-We cut to a commercial as the camera zooms in on Reigns' and Ditzbrose's fists-

Ahuizotl: -is already sighing as we return- We're back on Monday Night Lunacy, and if you didn't catch my sigh at the beginning, it's for a VERY good reason.

Garble: Yeah, it is. Bill Nyeker is in the ring, accompanied by his pupils, and he is all set to bring us another edition of...Nyeker's Classroom. Segments like these are why the mute button was created...unfortunately for us who are live in the arena, we don't have that same luxury.

Nyeker: CLASS...IS IN SESSION! -most of the crowd is booing furiously- Pencils down, cell phones and Chromebooks OFF-EYES. ON. ME! -more boos- And SHUT your estuaries at ONCE! -more boos follow- GAH! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN, PEOPLE?! How long of an epoch have we been going through this? How much more time is it going to take, for you obtuse irregularities to comprehend what I am saying?! THESE ARE SUCH SIMPLE WORDS! -heavy sigh- But I suppose, then again, I am reciting a harangue to SIMPLE-MINDED hoi polloi (common people) like all of you! Nevertheless, before I slip into cardiac arrest as a result of all of this puerility (stupidity) that surrounds me, let's move onto today's topic, which is NEGLIGENCE. -he turns around and picks up a piece of chalk, and begins writing the word down on his chalkboard- N...E...G...L...I...G...E...N...C...E...NEGLIGENCE, mind you, that I have been at the heart of since I first began my teachings here at Monday Night Lunacy! Not only have the LOT OF YOU shown negligence by so carelessly and UNGRACIOUSLY following the straightforward rules of my classroom, but last night, at High Stakes, I suffered at the hands of a PLENTIFUL case of negligence! I, Bill Nyeker, YOUR teacher, took part in The Carnival of Carnage match. It is such a boorish stipulation in and of itself, but I enjoy inflicting painful lessons on the INSOLENT imbeciles that make up this roster, so I was mostly looking forward to it. But during the course of the match, one of the other barbarians that made up this contest put my very livelihood at risk when he nearly realigned my spinal column with a Superplex from off the apex of the ladder! -the crowd cheers-

You sick, twisted, MANIACAL, wretched souls WOULD applaud that! But my entire LIVELIHOOD was threatened right then and there! I live, I BREATHE to teach buffoons like you all, and mold you into suitable members of society! If I was made absent, then who would? Who would be your SAVIOR, your GUIDING LIGHT to lead you towards adequacy? Mr. Dawson and Mr. Kendrick aren't qualified enough to take over in my stead! I'm still instructing them! The fact that someone could show such...such NEGLECT, such DISREGARD for my well-being is the biggest calamity of ALL that came out of last night! It's an even bigger travesty than the fact that I didn't WIN The Carnival of Carnage briefcase, nor that my star students weren't able to secure their reign as The Combo of Carnage Champions. And no, for those of you wondering, I DO NOT put the blame of Mr. Kendrick and Mr. Dawson in regard to that matter. I SOLELY place the condemnation on those juvenile ignoramuses, Ace and Zack Ryder! -loud boos- They couldn't even last long enough to be trounced by one of my pupils! And now, because of them, we have EQUALLY unintelligent Champions representing a division, which is sure to be DOOMED for eternity! Even WHEN Mr. Kendrick and Mr. Dawson are able to rip those titles away from them, their prestige will have been completely SAPPED, and there will be NOTHING they can do to recover it! -he sighs for a long time- The state of The Equestrian Wrestling Federation is at an ALL-TIME low...at this point, I'm not even certain if there is anything I can do in order to salvage this sinking ship-

-Nyeker is interrupted by the cheers for Hugh Jelly, who walks out onto the stage in a white t-shirt, covered in various jelly stains, no pants (just black underwear), and white socks without ANY shoes. His eyes appear to be closed, but they finally open after he gets a quarter of the way down the ramp-

Ahuizotl: Is...is that...HUGH JELLY?

Garble: Sure looks like him to me! Those jelly stains are unmistakable! We haven't seen this goofy fuck since...gosh...his match versus Bill Nyeker ALL the way back at FINAL RECKONING. Damn...he doesn't look so good, though.

Ahuizotl: The main isn't even wearing SHOES! Or PANTS, for that matter!

-Hughbert stumbles into the ring, as Nyeker looks both surprised and intrigued-

Nyeker: And speaking of ships, HERE is a ship that sunk LOOOONG ago. Ladies and gentlemen, Hugh Jelly. -he says his name very unenthusiastically, as some of the crowd cheers. Hugh appears to have fallen back into slumber, but the cheers wake him up. He rubs his eyes as he grabs himself a microphone-

Hugh: No, Bill...I am Hughbert Jelbush. -he takes a big, loud yawn-

Nyeker: HEY! NO YAWNING IN MY CLASSROOM! Also, ah...it appears you're using your real name now.

Hughbert Jelbush: Yeah...IIIIIIIII don't really care about this whole wrestling thing anymore, so why not just start going by my real name?

Nyeker: Well, I am INFURIATED, as this is your SECOND intrusion during one of my lessons, but, since you are here, I may as well welcome you...to my classroom.

Hughbert: Eh...thanks…

Nyeker: What's the matter with you? Mr. Jelbush, it looks like you haven't gotten proper sleep in WEEKS. Also, we may as well discuss the matter of WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I've SORELY missed beating you up on a weekly basis. -he snickers-

Hughbert: Where have I…-another yawn- been? Well, after our match at...Frontline? Pr-Proving Grounds? Eh, I don't care enough to remember...but after our match, where you dislocated my shoulder, and yeah, that was the initial injury, but might I add that I was only out of action for TWO WEEKS. Just two. I came back to work, and found out that General Manager Luna didn't have anything for me to do. Every Monday thereafter, I would wait, week, after week, after week, for something...a match, an interview, ANYTHING...but Luna never came to my locker room, nor did she ever call me to her office. I was seemingly left to ROT in my locker room...after a month or so, I just...kind of stopped caring, and I fell into a deep state of depression.

Nyeker: -grinning- Oh well that's WONDERF-uhh, I mean...aww...that's too bad.

Hughbert: I felt like I wasn't needed...nobody ever visited my locker room, and I was never booked on Lunacy. I spent most of the workdays just...sleeping in my locker room. I lost all hope, all ambition to wrestle, so I threw my ring gear away. On top of all that, even Midnight broke up with me...so gave me two options: 1. Get my act back together, or 2. She was walking away. It was at this point that I just...was too lazy to love her anymore. I didn't care enough to chase after her as she walked out of my locker room for the final time. -the crowd starts to feel really bad for him-

Nyeker: Don't "awwww," you daft imbeciles! Hughbert Jelbush did this to HIMSELF. He's a slob! He has no aspirations, no initiative! Just...LOOK AT HIM. His shirt has been SLATHERED with jelly! He has bags UNDER his bags! THE MAN IS WEARING NO PANTS, PEOPLE! NOR SHOES! NO SHOES! WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?!

Jelbush: -he shrugs as he struggles to keep his eyelids open- I didn't care enough to change my shirt for the last few months…

Nyeker: ...What about pants?

Hughbert: Didn't care enough to put any on.

Nyeker: ….SHOES?!

Hughbert: Meeeeeh...who needs shoes when you're clinically depressed?

Nyeker: UNACCEPTABLE! You need my help more than EVER, Mr. Jelbush! Wait…-he sniffs the air around him, immediately regretting doing so as he clasps his nose- UGH! WHAT IS THAT HORRID STENCH?!

Hughbert: -he unenthusiastically lifts up his arm and sniffs his armpit- Oh...that's me. I haven't bathed in quite a few months…

Nyeker: WELL WHY NOT?!

Hughbert: …..I haven't cared enough to.

Nyeker: GOOOOOD GRIEF, MR. JELBUSH! THIS IS...THIS IS APPALLING! YOUR...YOUR VERY PRESENCE IS UNSETTLING TO ME!

Hughbert: I feel dead inside, Bill...what do you expect from me?

Nyeker: LAZINESS is not a symptom of depression! You're the equivalent of a living zombie!

Hughbert: No...I don't care enough to be a zombie…

Nyeker: Ugh! Let's wrap this up so that you can get out of this ring, and so I'll never have to encounter you ever again. I swear, you were ALWAYS a nuisance to me! Come to think of it, what even brings you out here to my classroom in the first place?!

Hughbert: Oh, well uh…-he scratches the back of his neck- to be perfectly honest, I sleepwalked from my locker room to the top of the stage…

Nyeker: …...Er?

Hughbert: -he weakly nods- Uh huh. And what woke me up was the cheering of the fans. I figured I would look like a doofus if I just walked back to my locker room, so I decided to just roll with it and get in the ring. It's sure been awhile since I've been in a wrestling ring…

Nyeker: Well, have you ever stopped to think WHY Ms. Luna may not have ever contacted you to compete on Lunacy?

Hughbert: Not really. I haven't cared enough to, but I'm guessing you're going to tell me anyway.

Nyeker: -he smirks- Precisely! It is because, Mr. Jelbush, you are a WORTHLESS, INCONSEQUENTIAL, EXPENDABLE little WORM! -loud boos- You offer NOTHING to this broadcast, and you offer even LESS to this WORLD! Your own SIGNIFICANT OTHER thought so, and she's a SMARTER woman because of it! You would've only weighed her DOWN, just like you weighed Mr. Dawson, Mr. Kendrick and I down while we were members of that GODFORSAKEN Oddities group! We are ALL better off without you, and so is this company! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! -the crowd is now 100 percent booing Bill Nyeker-

Crowd: AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE! AAAAAASS-HOLE!

Nyeker: How?! For speaking THE TRUTH?! You all resonate with him because you're EXACTLY alike! Just like Mr. Jelbush, you all are DISGUSTING, SLOVEN, CARELESS CURS! YOU'RE ALL CURS! How do my words make you feel, Mr. Jelbush?! YOU SHOULD BE FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF, FOR LETTING YOUR LIFE SPIRAL OUT OF CONTROL LIKE THIS!

Jelbush: Well, if it weren't for you, my life wouldn't be like this in the first place. But regardless, I don't care enough to even feel upset by what you're saying. Honestly, Bill...everything you're saying, whether it's true or not, doesn't affect me. I'm just...I'm just done with this. I'm not sure why The EWF hasn't fired me yet...they're literally paying me to do NOTHING. To just sit in my locker room all day. Don't get me wrong, if I weren't depressed, I would be ecstatic about that, but...since I am...I don't have the energy to care one way or another if I have a job, or if I'm fired.

Nyeker: You keep using that phrase, "I don't care enough." Is that your life motto now?

Jelbush: I guess it is... -he shrugs- honestly, though, I don't care enough to create a life motto, but if you wanna make one for me, go ahead. It'd be one less thing for me to have to worry about.

Nyeker: IS THERE ANYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT?!

Jelbush: -he shakes his head slowly, as he's been looking down at the mat the entire time he's been talking- Nope. Well, just one thing...I care about getting some shuteye. I've gotten a lot of sleep ever since I became depressed, because I don't care about doing anything else. Sleep takes a lot of time away for me to not care about anything, which is good, I guess. I don't know. I don't care enough to formulate opinions anymore...even so, I feel like I can never get enough sleep. I'm constantly tired.

Nyeker: Well then, would you care if I were, to say, DISLOCATE that shoulder of yours AGAIN? Or perhaps I break your arm COMPLETELY?

Jelbush: -he shrugs- Not really, no. Look, Bill. I didn't even come out here to fight you. Like I said, this was completely coincidental. I do admit that it's your fault that my life is in this state in the first place, but truthfully...I don't care enough, nor have the energy to get my revenge. I don't care to fight you. I don't care if you break my arm, because you've already broken my spirits. Everything I once had is now gone...I'm just going to…-yawn- take a nap now, so wake me up when you decide whatever you want to do with me…-he lays his microphone down and curls up on the mat, drifting off to sleep in a matter of seconds-

Nyeker: HEY! NO SLEEPING IN MY CLASSROOM! NO SLEEPING! -he growls- Fine then...if you want to sleep so bad, then you leave me NO CHOICE, Mr. Jelbush! Mr. Dawson has a move that can put ANYONE out like a LIGHT, and he has NO ISSUE in enforcing it upon YOU! Mr. Jelbush...you have broken the rules of my classroom ONE too many times, and now you must face your PUNISHMENT! -he sets his microphone down and gestures towards Dawson before pointing at the lying Hughbert-

Ahuizotl: Come on, now! This isn't necessary!

Garble: FIGHT BACK, HUGH! FIGHT BACK!

Ahuizotl: I don't think he can! He's already asleep!

-Dwight barrels over to Hughbert before lifting him up off his feet. While he is in the air, his eyes flutter open, but once he realized what is about to happen, he simply looks down at Dawson with uninterested eyes-

Garble: This is...this is hard to watch! How can you NOT feel sorry for Hughbert Jelbush? After everything he's been through, and now he's in the clutches of Dwight Dawson, yet he looks completely untroubled by it!

-Dawson officially locks in The Sleeping in Class, which begins to work over Hughbert's beaten down body-

Ahuizotl: LET HIM GO! THIS IS INHUMANE! AND BILL NYEKER IS LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT!

Crowd: HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT! HUGH-BERT!

Garble: Even if Hughbert DID have the will to fight back, would he even be ABLE to?! The Sleeping In Class might be the most physically grueling submission move in wrestling, and since it's being applied by a MAMMOTH like Dwight Dawson, it intensifies the pain portfolio TEN-FOLD!

-The chants of "HUGH-BERT" end, and as replaced by delight as two rescuers emerge from the back-

Ahuizotl: HERE COMES THE CAVALRY! VULTARIAN! OVERDRIVE! THE CYBERNETIC SCAVENGERS!

-Vultarian jumps off the top rope behind Dawson and nails him with a leaping forehead to the side of the head. This causes Dawson to release his grip on Hughbert. As he drops him, Overdrive swoops into the ring from under the bottom rope and seizes Hughbert in his arms. He then exits the ring, as does Vultarian, who slides out under the bottom rope before Nyeker or Kendrick can retaliate-

Garble: VULTARIAN KNOCKS HUGHBERT OUT OF THE COLOSSUS' CLUTCHES, AND OVERDRIVE SNAGS HUGHBERT BEFORE HE CAN HIT THE MAT!

Ahuizotl: And now he takes him out of harm's way! A successful rescue by The Cybernetic Scavengers, and Bill Nyeker is FUMING!

-Dawson tries to shake the cobwebs, as Bill Nyeker throws a fit by flipping the desk Kendrick sits in upside down-

Crowd: CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS! CY-BER-NE-TIC-SCA-VEN-GERS!

Garble: Good job, boys! You stopped this crap before it got WAY out of hand!

Ahuizotl: I would say it already DID got out of hand, once Bill Nyeker, that SCUMBAG started tearing down Hughbert.

Garble: Yeah, that was COMPLETELY uncalled for, and NOTHING he said was true! Hughbert's just in a rough patch in his life. I'm not sure WHY Overdrive and Vultarian helped him out, but hey, who knows? Maybe THEY can be the ones to help him get his life back on track!

Ahuizotl: Well, we know that The Scavengers have clashed with The Teacher's Pets in the past. I assume they were just tired of hearing Bill Nyeker spew all of that crap, and they opted to do something about it.

Garble: I'll be honest, I didn't even know Hughbert WAS still a contracted EWF employee. And that's not me knockin' the guy. I just LEGITIMATELY didn't know. We haven't heard from him in SO long. But you know what? I'm GLAD he slept walk out here, because it was good to see him.

Ahuizotl: -as Overdrive and Vultarian's theme song begins to play- I agree. He isn't doing well nowadays, but I'm hoping to see him sometime soon, and maybe his life will be back on track by then. Or, like you suggested, maybe Overdrive and Vultarian could assist him in that department.

Garble: I sure hope they can, because the dude's life is in SHAMBLES. He could really use some guidance. Guidance NOT named Bill Nyeker. Seriously, FUCK that asshole.

Ahuizotl: Absolutely. Well, we hope to get an update on this situation in due time. But for now, take care, Hughbert.

Garble: Yeah. Godspeed, dude. And before anyone bashes Vultarian and Overdrive for running away, they clearly came out here for ONE reason. To stop The Substitutes of Salvation from making Hughbert's life even MORE miserable. They didn't come here to fight, so close out of Twitter RIGHT NOW, you TROLLS, before you make an ass out of yourself!

-The audience continues to cheer as Overdrive is still holding Hughbert in his arms as he and Vultarian walk backwards up the ramp, looking at the ring and the jerks in it with hatefully. Dawson is seething with rage after the cheapshot from Vultarian, while Nyeker and Kendrick are just as pissed that The Scavengers got the jump on them-

-We move to the locker room of Scootaloo, who is applying a fresh set of tape to her shoulder as she prepares for her match. She suddenly hears a knock on her door-

Scootaloo: It's unlocked, come on in.

-The door is opened, and Trixie walks into the room, smiling as she walks up to Scootaloo, who looks a bit surprised to see her there-

Scootaloo: H-hey, Trixie...what's up?

Trixie: -she puts her hands on her hips- Trixie can't be in her locker room right now, as she has a team of cleaners sanitizing the entire thing from top to bottom, so Trixie figured she would come to her tag team partner's locker room and have a quick word with her before our match.

Scootaloo: -she nods as she continues to apply her tape- Ah, I see. I'm really sorry about your locker room. That's a big bummer. I'm surprised you were able to put up with The System for even ONE NIGHT, honestly.

Trixie: It certainly got more and more challenging to do so with each passing day. But that is the real reason Trixie is here, as long as we're on the subject of "putting up" with people. You and Trixie...will we be able to...put up with each other for tonight?

Scootaloo: -she looks at Trixie confusedly again- Well, yeah. Why wouldn't we be able to?

Trixie:Well, it's just that...over on Sublime, Trixie knows she did a lot of wicked things to Rainbow Dash...who is...your idol. Trixie just hopes we can get past her misconducts from the past. -she frowns a bit-

Scootaloo: -she chuckles- Trixie...are...are you APOLOGIZING to me for what happened in your rivalry with Rainbow Dash?

Trixie: Well...y-yes. Trixie doesn't want anything to get in the way of us having a successful partnership.

Scootaloo: There's no need to apologize, though. Hell, your feud with Rainbow Dash was AMAZING!

Trixie: R-really?

Scootaloo: -she nods with a huge smile- Absolutely! You both brought the BEST out of one another, and that led to some of the GREATEST matches I've ever seen! Sure, you did some...not-so-pleasant things to her, but it was NOTHING compared to the things The System have done to the both of us!

Trixie: Heh...Trixie supposes you have a point.

Scootaloo: You and Rainbow Dash may have brought the best out of each other, but The System has brought out the WORST of us. And by that, I mean they're bringing out the worst for THEM.

Trixie: They certainly are! Trixie has never been so...so FRUSTRATED, so ENRAGED!

Scootaloo: -she nods- And tonight, we get to unleash our frustration out on Cadance and Sunset. I know how you operate, Trixie. You've done MANY things in The EWF, and I respect it all. You've got quite a large ego, but it doesn't rub me the wrong way, because Rainbow Dash has felt the same way about herself since I first met her.. She just...doesn't speak in third-person. I know you don't get along very well with other people, and we may not have much in common, but we both HATE The System, and that's ALL we need to agree on in order to be an excellent team.

Trixie: -she nods- Another good point you make. You forgot to mention, though, that we both want to be the number one contenders…-her face gets serious, as does Scootaloo's as she stops taping up her shoulder and stares into Trixie's eyes-

Scootaloo: ...Yup...and only one of us CAN be...

Trixie: -she suddenly smirks again- And it shall be TRIXIE who obtains that honor! She only hopes that her partner's shoulder will hold long enough for us to achieve the victory.

Scootaloo: -she also smirks- Oh, it WILL, don't you worry about that. It's held up THIS long already, and it is going to be the same arm I use to hold up The Eternal Women's Championship. Once I win it, that is.

Trixie: -she continues to smirk- Hmph. Good to hear. Trixie can't afford to have her second-rate partner any more weak than she already is.

Scootaloo: Ooooh...second-rate, you say? -she seems amused by Trixie attempting to psych her out- We'll see which one of us is the weaker woman once I'M the one who gets the title shot at Boiling Point.

Trixie: The only thing YOU'LL be doing at Boiling Point is sitting on the SIDELINES as TRIXIE becomes The Eternal Women's CHAMPION! But Trixie'll tell you what...since she agrees that, yes, you WERE cheated out of the Championship last night...Trixie will arrange for YOU to be her first challenger, and the first woman she ultimately BEATS as Champion.

Scootaloo: Well that's awfully kind of you, Trixie. When I become Champion, though, I'll organize the same for you.

Trixie: -she chuckles smugly- That won't be needed, but Trixie is flattered that you would select her, nonetheless. Trixie looks forward to showing both you, AND the entire EWF audience why she is, was, and always HAS been the greatest talent in The EWF! -she walks off, the tail end of her cape nearly flapping against Scootaloo's face if she hadn't moved her head back. Trixie shakes her head with a smirk, as she continues to wrap tape around her shoulder as we head to another commercial-

Garble: Tonight on Lunacy, we've been host to FOUR tag team matches. This will be our final one of the night, and it might turn out to be the most brutal of them all!

Ahuizotl: That could be true, given the fact that the women facing off HATE each other. This will be EXTREMELY interesting.

*Out of My Way!* -the crowd immediately replies with nothing but loud cheers-

Madden: The following TAG TEAM conteeest, is scheduuuled foooor OOOONEEE FAAAALL! Introducing first, froooom LOOOONEYYYYVIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 119 POOOOOUNDS! She iiis, the TWOOOO THOUSAAAND FOURTEEEEN QUEEEEEN OF THE SCEEEEEENEEEE..SSSSSSCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAALLLLLOOOOOOO!

Ahuizotl: What a tough 24 hours it's been for the very first Queen of the Scene. She was SECONDS away from capturing The Eternal Women's Championship, before Cadance ONCE AGAIN integrated herself into an important Championship bout.

Garble: Dude, I fully believe that, if Cadance wouldn't have shown up, we would be calling Scootaloo The Eternal Women's Champion right now. But hey, she still has a chance to get ANOTHER title match with Sunset. It won't be easy, but then again, when is it EVER easy?

Ahuizotl: It's certainly even LESS easy when there are people backing The Champion who WANT to see you lose. That is the ONLY reason Cadance got involved in the match last night. She wanted to see Scootaloo taste DEFEAT, like Scootaloo did, when she fed her a spoonful of it at The Royal Rumble.

*Ya better believe, I've got tricks up my sleeve…* -the same amount of positive reception lingers throughout the arena-

Trixie: Aaaand her much more fascinating and MARVELOUS partner, residing in Manhattan, New York, weighing in at an ASTOUNDING 137 POOOUNDS..presenting to YOU, the one, the ONLYYYY..The GREAT, and POWEEERRRFUUUUL..TTTTTTTRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! -pyro ignites from behind Trixie as she holds up her arms to major fan support-

Ahuizotl: The Lunacy fans have sure taken to this boastful braggart, very much unlike those who made up Sublime's fanbase.

Garble: I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that Trixie not only DISTANCED herself from The System, but she REBELLED against them...NOBODY has had the guts to do that!

Ahuizotl: Well, it's quite clear that Trixie doesn't play well with others, especially when those "others" treat her like she's a NOBODY. Do you think that has something to do with it, too? Could the Lunacy fans maybe have a high amount of respect for Trixie, and everything she accomplished on Sublime?

Garble: That could have a lot to do with it, as well. Many people are turned off by her braggadocious attitude, but much of these fans have grown to accept her for who she is. They judge her based on her accolades, not her personality.

Ahuizotl: Trixie has certainly EARNED the right to be brag, and if she can win The Eternal Women's Championship, she will make even MORE history, and have an even BIGGER case to make for why she is the best.

-Trixie gets into the ring, acknowledging Scootaloo with a smirk and a nod-

Garble: Trixie certainly believes she can do what Scootaloo WASN'T able to do...I guess Trixie doesn't realize that Scootaloo WOULD'VE pulled off the win last night, if it weren't for Cadance...

*And now...it's all o-ver now...* -the cheers suddenly turn to an overwhelming majority of jeers-

Madden: Aaaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! At a COMBINED WEIGHT, of 264 POOOOUNDS..CAAAAADAAAAANCE..AAAAND, THE EEEEEETEEERRRRRNAAAAL..WOOOOOMEEEEEN'S CHAAAAAMPIIIIIOOOON..SUUUUUNSEEEEEEEET..SHHHHHIIIIIMMEEEEERRRR!

Ahuizotl: Speaking of Cadance, there is the she-devil right now, along with, who I would consider to be the LUCKIEST woman in the wrestling world right now, Sunset Shimmer. She SHOULD NOT be The Champion right now, but TIME AND TIME again, because of Cadance and her other System cohorts, Sunset has been able to wiggle her way out of EVERY situation imaginable! It makes me physically ILL!

Garble: And I'm sure it makes Cadance ill for the fact that Trixie is ONCE AGAIN back to announcing herself, yet she doesn't get that same luxury. Boo hoo. There's a way to fix that, you know...why not just start...like, ANNOUNCING YOUR-FREAKING-SELF?!

-Cadance and Sunset walk down the ramp as Sunset has an arm around Cadance, holding her close. Cadance is resting her head on Sunset's shoulders as she gives a mocking look to all of the fans-

Ahuizotl: That Championship is around Sunset's waist because of that JEZEBEL, that HARLOT! And as long as she is in the picture, it just might stay that way.

Garble: That's a good point, man. No matter WHO the number one contender is, they STILL have to deal with the UNFAVORABLE odds of not only Sunset herself, but the REST of The System, who will do ANYTHING to protect their precious stranglehold on the Eternal Women's Championship.

Ahuizotl: I don't even care WHO the number one contender is. I just want somebody, ANYBODY at this point to RIP that title off of Sunset Shimmer's waist! Her reign has been UNBEARABLE, and it BECAME unbearable THE NIGHT that she won the damn thing! Since that point, she has done some of the most underhanded tactics IMAGINABLE in order to secure her tenure as Champion. It. Must. END!

Garble: Who knows WHEN it will end when there's people like Cadance that seem to be CONJOINED to Sunset at the hip; and are around her at all times! Perhaps one of the other women in this ring are the savior we've been looking for…

-Cadance stands behind Sunset and personally unhooks the title belt from her waist. She then indulges herself in grabbing a handful of Sunset's asscheeks with one hand, while also kissing her on the neck. Sunset moans in delight as she reaches her left hand behind her head and grabs a handful of Cadance's hair, yanking forward so that Cadance's entire face is nestled in her neck-

Ahuizotl: This is abominable...I can't believe what I'm seeing…

Crowd: GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM! GET A ROOM!

Garble: Nah...I'm okay with a little PDA. I would RATHER see these two get their asses kicked, though, so I wish they'd hurry up.

-After a while, the referee is finally able to move things along and separate Sunset and Cadance. Trixie convinces Scootaloo to let HER start the match off with Sunset. As Cadance leaves the ring, Sunset makes sure to land a nice slap on her ass-

Match 5: Scootaloo & Trixie vs Cadance & Sunset Shimmer

Crowd: LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO! LET'S GO TRI-XIE-AND SCOO-TA-LOO!

-7 minutes later-

-Cadance lifts Scootaloo up for the Heart to Heart, but Scootaloo is able to wriggle her arms out slightly enough to where she can slam the palms of her hands into the shoulders and sides of Cadance's neck, which causes Cadance to release her-

Garble: HOLY DAMN! The sound of that wicked Mongolian Chop just resonated throughout this entire building!

-Scootaloo lands on her feet, and, as Cadance is stunned, she runs off the ropes. She then nails Cadance with Stunted Growth, dropping Cadance down to the mat-

Ahuizotl: And then followed up by Stunted Growth! That could keep Cadance's offense from flourishing!

-Scootaloo makes a cover, but just gets a 2 count on Cadance-

Garble: I'd like to think you're going to need to execute A LOT more punishment if you're going to want to beat a two-time Crater Chick Champion like Cadance!

Ahuizotl: The same goes for Scootaloo. She can withstand an UNGODLY amount of torture. I would be willing to bet that, even if Cadance WAS able to connect with the Heart to Heart just now, Scootaloo would've KICKED OUT!

-8 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 right, 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: This same exact thing happened to these two women last night at High Stakes! Scootaloo was attempting a Frankensteiner, but Sunset had it countered, and wound up working over Scootaloo's previously injured arm! The same seems to be happening here tonight, as well!

-Sunset quickly pulls Scootaloo up onto the top rope with her before hooking Scootaloo's leg with her arm. Sunset then lifts Scootaloo into the air while also leaping off of the turnbuckle, with Scootaloo still in her grasp. While in the air, Sunset puts Scootaloo in the position of a Small Package pin, and, on the way down, Scootaloo's neck CRASHES into the mat with such force that EVERYONE in the crowd can't help but go, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"-

Garble: FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS FUCKING HOOOLYYYY! SUNSET SHIMMEEEEERRRRR! A SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER OFF THE TOP ROPE!

-Since it IS a Small Package Driver, that means it ends in a Small Package, so the referee drops to the mat to begin his count-

*1…...2…-Scootaloo is able to KICK OUT, which sets Sunset Shimmer OFF!-

Ahuizotl: MIRACULOUSLY! REMARKABLY! SCOOTALOO! SCOOTALOO GETS A SHOULDER UP! MY GOD WHAT RESILIENCY! TO BE ABLE TO LAND FLAT ON YOUR NECK, YET STILL BE ABLE TO CONTINUE FIGHTING! FIGHTING THROUGH THE PAIN! FIGHTING THROUGH THE AGONY! IT'S WHAT SCOOTALOO DOES, PERHAPS BETTER THAN ANYONE, AND FOR THE SECOND NIGHT IN A ROW, SCOOTALOO IS TESTING, THE ETERNAL WOMEN'S CHAMPION'S PATIENCE!

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! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Garble: There's just...there's just NO WORDS in the human language to describe the intestinal fortitude that Scootaloo possesses! It stuns me EVERY single time, and I just am not able to describe it! But I AM able to describe what just happened, so let's take a look again!

-A replay is shown of the Small Package Driver off the top rope-

Ahuizotl: Once again, Sunset Shimmer would not be foiled by a Frankensteiner from Scootaloo. And right there...JESUS! OH THE HUMANITY! Sunset calls that the "Pleasure Seeker"! Small Package Driver, whatever you want to call it, she just drove Scootaloo's NECK, her VERTEBRAE, SMACK-DAB INTO THE MAT, BUT SCOOTALOO STILL KICKED OUT!

Garble: I...I just don't understand it….it's simply INSANE what Scootaloo is willing to do in order to stay the number one contender.

-Trixie stands on the apron, wincing and cringing as she watches the replay happen on the titantron-

Ahuizotl: Trixie is clearly thinking, "better her than me." And I don't blame her ONE iota! A Pleasure Seeker from OFF THE TOP ROPE!

Garble: And it was most definitely NOT Scootaloo's pleasure to fall victim to the move! That might teach her to stay away from the Frankensteiner when she's in the ring against Sunset!

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

(By the way, for those that don't know, here is what the Pleasure Seeker, or Small Package Driver looks like: gyazodotcom/2069ccf3ed8d30b67be434e400638965 It's being performed by Seth Rollins in his indie days. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any clips where he does this from the top rope, but just pretend that, when his feet leave the mat, that his feet are actually leaving the top rope. It's pretty much the same thing.

-6 minutes later-

-Sunset bends Trixie over before putting her arms underneath Trixie's arms and grabbing Trixie's legs by the knees-

Garble: This could be all she wrote, 'Zotl! Trixie may be about to witness The Last Sunset!

Ahuizotl: Trixie's aspirations of being number one contender may indeed be setting for goo- oh! OH WAIT!

-Before Sunset can lift Trixie up for The Last Sunset, Trixie uses simply her head to send Sunset into the air and front flipping over her body. Sunset lands on her feet, behind Trixie-

Garble: AMAZING! Trixie escapes that hazardous predicament! How strong is her damn HEAD?!

-Trixie gets back up to a standing position and, before Sunset can react, Trixie spins herself on her feet and clobbers Sunset with a backfist to the side of her head-

Ahuizotl: A LETHAL DISCUS BACKFIST! I think I just saw a tooth fly out of Sunset Shimmer's mouth!

Garble: That shot bent Sunset over, and now- YES! HERE IT COMES!

-Trixie whirls herself around Sunset's frame before locking in The Ursa Lock to nothing but INTENSE CHEERS from the Lunacy fans!-

Ahuizotl: URSA LOCK! URSA LOOOCK! SUNSET'S TRAPPED IN A MAAAAJOR WAY HERE!

-Scootaloo jumps over the top rope and rushes over to Cadance as she too gets into the ring. Scootaloo cuts her off and ducks a clothesline from her, hooking one of her arms with her own and using that to turn her around as she appears on the other side of her. Scootaloo then jumps into the air and catches Cadance's jaw with a VICIOUS Roundhouse kick that sends her sprawling to the mat to loud OHHHs-

(The kick looks like this, by the way: gyazodotcom/0a72479bfd3e7d627880c3b7a6d0cad1 )

Garble: Scootaloo! Leaving her feet and nailing Cadance with one of the stiffest kicks you will EVER see! That Jumping Roundhouse just sent Cadance to the mat in a hurry!

-Once Cadance hits the mat, Scootaloo turns her over on her back before applying a Bow & Arrow to her much to the crowd's DELIGHT!-

Ahuizotl: AND NOW CADANCE! CADANCE FINDS HERSELF IN DANGER'S CLUTCHES! STEREO SUBMISSIONS HOLDS APPLIED BY BOTH SCOOTALOO AND TRIXIE!

Garble: WHAT A BRILLIANT PLAN BY SCOOTALOO! Lock Cadance into a submission hold, so that she is UNABLE to assist Sunset from escaping her own predicament!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Ahuizotl: The passionate cries, the PLEAS of the fans inside The Asylum! They are FULLY behind this team of Trixie and Scootaloo!

-12 seconds later, Cadance begins to frantically tap to the Bow & Arrow, which makes the crowd VERY happy-

Garble: Cadance is tapping out! It doesn't mean a damn thing, but CADANCE IS TAPPING OUT!

-5 seconds later, Sunset Shimmer follows suit to slapping her hand into Trixie's thigh, at which point the crowd LOSES THEIR MINDS-

Ahuizotl: THERE'S WHAT REALLY MATTERS! SUNSET SHIMMER! THE CHAMPION CAN TAKE NO MORE! SHE'S GIVING UP TO THE URSA LOOOOOCK!

-The referee calls for the bell at Trixie releases the Ursa Lock and falls on top of Sunset's body after she does so. Trixie then gets to her feet as Scootaloo releases Cadance from the Bow & Arrow-

Madden: Here are YOOOOUUUUURRRR WIIIIINNEEEERRRS...SCOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAALOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAND TRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXIIIIIIIIIIEEE-

-Trixie has already exited the ring, and has grabbed her custom microphone out of Madden's hand-

Trixie: Who let YOU handle Trixie's personalized microphone?! -she gives Madden the side eye as he puts his hands up in defense- No matter...you do an admirable job at announcing Trixie's name, but "admirable" ISN'T going to cut it! -the crowd cheers as Trixie smirks- Leave this to Trixie! -she clears her throat- Here are your winners...my extremely helpful, yet still HIGHLY insignificant partner, Scootaloo! -she gestures at Scootaloo, who doesn't seem to mind Trixie's words, as she knows already what an egomaniac she is- and your SURE-TO-BE NEEEEEXT! NUMBER! ONE! CONTEEEENDERRRR! To The Eternaaaaal. Womeeeeeen's. CHAAAAAAMPIOOOONSHIIIIIIIIP! THEEEE GREEEEAAAAAT..AAAAAAAAND POOOOOOWERFUUUUUUUUUUL..TRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIXXXXXIII-

*Only perfection around…* -the crowd immediately shakes the arena with hatred as Trixie's face turns into one of pure anger-

Garble: Well, whether you're happy to see her or not, here comes our General Manager, for what I can only assume is to let us know who the number one contender is for this month.

Luna: Sorry to interrupt your ego parade, Trixie, but I have an update that I'm sure is going to satisfy you, and everyone in the crowd. After extensive back-and-forth between myself and Mr. Swirlinaitis, we have decided that there is only ONE way to establish the number one contender. MANY women impressed us tonight, two of them, obviously, are you, Trixie...and you, Scootaloo. -the crowd cheers- And since the Lunacy fans adore you BOTH so much, and given the fact that The System ALWAYS does what is BEST...for BUSINESS. I am announcing that next week, the main event of Lunacy will be a triple threat match, that will pit Scootaloo…-major cheers- versus Trixie…-major cheers as well- versus the THIRD woman that impressed us the most...TWIST. -the crowd is nearly cheering their heads off-

Ahuizotl: WHAT A MONUMENTAL DECISION! General Manager Luna hit this one out of the PARK!

Luna: And the WINNER...well the winner will face Sunset Shimmer, for The Eternal Women's Championship...at Boiling Point.

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

Luna: -looking out at the crowd- We are so glad that you are pleased with our resolution. -she then looks towards the ring- Trixie...Scootaloo...and, though she may not be out here at the moment...Twist...good luck to all three of you. -Luna nods before walking to the back as her music hits-

Garble: DAAAAMN! What a main event we have lined up next week! Three women, ALL of which scored UBER-IMPRESSIVE victories tonight! Twist, who pinned Midnight Strike in a 10-Woman tag team match, along with Trixie and Scootaloo, who, as we just saw, made BOTH Cadance AND Sunset Shimmer TAP OUT! This is going to be AMAZING!

Ahuizotl: And you just said it all right there, partner. Trixie forced THE CHAMPION to tap out! And if Trixie can become the number one contender next week, then we'll already know that she DOES have the ability to defeat The Champion!

-Scootaloo is leaning over the top rope, looking down at Trixie with a competitive smirk. Trixie looks very displeased at Scootaloo herself-

Garble: Scootaloo looks up for the challenge, as always, but Trixie looks a little...disappointed.

Ahuizotl: I can only imagine it's because Trixie figures Luna should've named HER the number one contender right here and NOW, without even HAVING a triple threat match! That's how ENTITLED this woman is!

Garble: Well, she is a former World Fighter's Champion, and if she beats both Twist and Scootaloo next week, she could be on her way to becoming the Champion of THIS brand, as well! It all goes down NEXT WEEK, folks! Monday Night Lunacy! Triple Threat Match! We're going to find out who challenges Sunset Shimmer at Boiling Point! And I CANNOT wait!

-The camera stays focused on the looks both Scootaloo and Trixie are giving one another. They begin to zoom in on their distinctive facial expressions, as the crowd continues to chant, "YAY" before we head to the trainer's room. The first thing we see is a closeup of a needle being pressed into the shoulder blade of Rumble. As the camera zooms out, we see Silver Shill standing next to the bed Rumble is sitting on-

Rumble: -as he tries his best to conceal the tears inside of his eyes, while also looking at Silver in anger- WHAT DO YOU WAAAANT?! PHOTO! I TOLD YOU TO STAND GUARD, AND MAKE SURE NOBODY CAME IN HERE!

Photo: -shrugging- I tried to keep him out, but he INSISTED that I vet him inside so zat he can do his job.

Rumble: -he screams in frustration, and also because of the needle piercing his skin. He glares vehemently at Silver Shill- WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT!?

Silver Shill: -very nervous- Umm...I'm sorry if this is a bad time, Rumbl-

Rumble: IT'S A TERRIBLE TIME! THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT EVEN WORSE! NOW GO AWAY!

Silver: But umm...what are these shots for?

Rumble: WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE, DOOFUS?! They're tetanus shots!

Silver: Oh, okay. But uhh...why have you gotten at least a DOZEN of them so far?

Rumble: UGH...because that BLOCKHEAD Bulk Biceps threw me into a dozen ladders last night! And unlike MOST of the American population, I actually CARE about my body! Those filthy, grimey ladders were definitely CONTAMINATED! And my body is a PALACE, and if something were to happen to it, an entire generation of people would be DEVASTATED, so I have to take EXTRA precautionary measures to ensure that everything is in tip-top sha- -he screams as another needle comes into contact with his skin- AAAAHHHHHH! M-my face isn't the ONLY redeeming quality of mine...my entire BEING is a redeeming quality, so it is in my best interest to keep everything up to snuff. -he whimpers, trying to keep his composure-

Doctor: The only problem is...he's absolutely TERRIFIED of needles…

Rumble: SHUT UP, DR. CHATTERBOX! This company doesn't pay you to speak NONSENSE, they pay you to keep GORGEOUS people like me in EXCELLENT condition! I'm not afraid of ANYTHING! E-except the possibility of contracting tetanus...BUT THAT'S IT! Oh...a-and ring aprons...BUT NOTHING MORE! YOU'RE RUINING MY CONCENTRATION!

Doctor: Just one more shot to go...but this is going to have to be an EXTRA dose if we want to give your body the necessary vaccine. -the doctor pulls out a LARGE needle, and begins pouring the tetanus vile into it-

Rumble: -as his face droops in horror- N-N-NO! TH-THAT'S FINE! ELEVEN SHOTS IS ENOUGH, THANK YOU!

Doctor: Don't be silly! You don't want to contract TETANUS, do you?

Rumble: W-w-well n-n-no BUT...BUT...IT'S...IT'S SO HUGE! C-c-can't you just give me THIRTEEN shots to make up for it?

Doctor: Wouldn't you rather be pricked with just ONE needle instead of TWO? Or are you just AFRAID given how big it is?

Rumble: -he gulps loudly, and begins sweating and shaking- U-u-um...I s-s-s-s-suppose one WOULD be a sm-sm-smarter decision...and N-NO! I TOLD YOU! I'M NOT AFRAID OF NEEDLES!

Doctor: -he smiles- That's what I figured. Silver, I suggest you leave now. Things are going to get ugly.

Silver: -grimaces simply by looking at the huge needle the Doctor is holding- G-got'cha! Well, thank you for your time, Rumble! -with that, he rushes out of the room, closing the door behind him-

Rumble: W-W-WAIT! D-DON'T LEAVE ME! YOU COWARD! IT'S JUST A N-NEEDLE! -he whimpers- Photo...hold my hand...AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOO! S-STOOOOOOP! I'D RATHER HAVE THE TETANUS! I'D RATHER HAVE THE FREAKING TETANUS! -he begins bawling his eyes out- PUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-LEEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEEEEE! THIS IS TOR-OR-OR-OR-OR-OR-TUUUURRRRREEE! I WANNA GO HOOOOOOOOOOME!

Silver: -listening near the doorway- Yikes...poor guy. -with that, he walks away, shaking his head- Better him than me...

Ahuizotl: Welcome back to Monday Night Lunacy ladies and gentlemen, as we are ALL set for our MAIN EVENT. A showdown between newcomer Klaus, and defending Carnage Champion, Giz Hero.

Garble: And it's for The CHAMPIONSHIP, no less! This is gonna be GOOD!

-"Under My Skin (Original Mix)" by Ilan Bluestone & Jerome Isma-Ae brings much of the crowd to their feet at once-

Ahuizotl: And here comes a man who, very quickly, has become a fan favorite here on Lunacy.

-Klaus waddles onto the ramp in his skiis-

Garble: Not only has he become so beloved, but he's also received a Championship match in a MONTH! A MONTH, 'Zotl! That is the FASTEST I've ever seen a newcomer get a shot at a Championship!

Ahuizotl: Klaus DID debut exactly one month ago tonight, in a Battle Royal, which he lasted long enough in to be entered into The Carnival of Carnage match, which he put up a tremendous effort in last night. But you honestly can't sit here and tell me that Klaus DESERVES a title shot, at least not at this moment. He hasn't beaten Giz Hero. He hasn't beaten anybody that is near the top of the title contention. But yet for SOME reason, our genius General Manager decides to literally HAND Klaus a Championship match.

Garble: Yeah, she has a history of doing that. And- OH SHIT! HERE IT COMES!

-From there, Klaus skis down the ramp, wowing everybody as he is able to stop himself before hitting the ramp-

Garble: He gets better and better at that after EVERY time!

-Klaus then begins to take off his goggles and other ski-equipment, as the crowd is already chanting, "KLAUS!"-

Garble: As I was going to say, I DON'T think Klaus should be challenging for The Championship tonight, simply because he returned Cadance's lead pipe to Luna's office. But it doesn't matter what WE think, 'Zotl. Luna granted Klaus the match anyway, and now we have a main event that is sure to be something special!

Ahuizotl: And I will certainly enjoy watching it, but I can't get over the fact that this is one of the most lamebrain decisions Luna has made yet. ALL this for simply returning A PIPE?! But, though I don't think he should be getting a title shot yet, I won't deny that Klaus has transitioned VERY well from the slopes, to the wrestling ring. He's been impressing me more and more since he debuted last month. I'm not sure how much of a chance he has at winning...he definitely has A chance, though. Who knows? Klaus could SHOCK the world tonight!

Garble: He says he's the greatest, the best, and the most awesome, and holding The Carnage Championship would be surefire proof of that!

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

*Since they wanna know…* -the cheers rise a bit more than Klaus'-

Ahuizotl: And HERE is the man that Klaus must overthrow if he wants to become The Carnage Champion...and as people like Rumble, Bulk Biceps and, most recently, Thunderlane have found out, that is is one TALL ORDER!

-Giz Hero walks down the ramp, a determined look on his face as he carries The Carnage Championship around his shoulder-

Garble: And you're not gonna beat this guy by using your fists, or any part of your arms, really, because Giz is a PROFICIENT striker. As we've all seen, he utilizes a MASS array of Uppercuts, ANY of which could knock you FLAT on the canvas! If you want to have a chance of wrestling that Championship away from Giz Hero, you're going to have to be very crafty, and, as we've seen from Klaus, he DEFINITELY has the ability of being crafty and devious.

Ahuizotl: But the last person that Giz faced that you could deem, "crafty" was Thunderlane, and that didn't turn out too well for Thunderlane. Of course, we all saw the footage, and how Thunderlane had his foot on top of the bottom rope, but none of that matters right now.

Garble: It doesn't, but Thunderlane DOES make a strong claim, and if I'm Luna, whoever wins this match is who Thunderlane is facing at Boiling Point. Sure, he's a major dickhead, but the match ended in a dispute, so why not do it again?

-Giz enters the ring and rests against his official corner, while Klaus stands on the other side of the ring as Madden walks over to the middle of the ring-

Madden: The following conteeest, scheduled foooor ONE FAAAAALL, iiis, foooor THEEE CAAAAAARNAAAAAAAGEEEEE..CCCCCCHAAAAAAAAMPIIIIIIOOOONSHIIIIIP! -the crowd cheers as they are super hyped for this main event- Introducing fiiirst, the challengeeerrr..ladies and gentlemen...it is my most esteemed pleasure to present to YOU...the COOLEST, the BEST, 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! -the crowd cheers loudly as Klaus stands directly in front of Madden and holds his arms out, looking up with a large smirk on his face-

Crowd: YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES-KLAUS-IS-THE-BEST!

Ahuizotl: These Lunacy fans are TERRIFIC! They've concocted ANOTHER song, this time SPECIFICALLY for Klaus!

Garble: As usual, I LOVE it! I swear, we should take all these fans and put them on BROADWAY! The tune doesn't ring much truth, though, until Klaus is able to call The Carnage Championship HIS.

Madden: Aaaaand HIS OPPONENT! -the cheers have already begun to formulate- Frooom LOOOOONEEEEYYYYVIIIILLEEEE! Weighing in at 233 POOOOOUNDS..he iiiis, THHHHEEEE CAAAAARRRRNAAAAAAGEEEE CHHHHHAAAAAMPIIIIOOOON..GGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZ..HEEEEEEEERRRROOOOO!

-Giz walks out of his corner a bit and holds his title up into the air with one arm, smirking and nodding at Klaus as he does so-

Giz: -at Klaus, pointing at him with his free index finger- You're not the best...until you're holding THIS…-he then points at his Championship, before handing it off to the referee-

Garble: Giz may not act cocky or full of himself, and he may keep a level head, but there's a strong sense of assurance that comes with being The Champion, and that is the assurance that you are one of the BEST at your craft, and when it comes to Giz Hero, that could not be ANY more true!

Ahuizotl: There was a point in Giz's early career where he had ZERO confidence in himself. But he took a break, trained harder than he ever had before, and was able to EARN that confidence. And once you earn that confidence in yourself, the sky's the limit for you. Without that necessary confidence, Giz Hero would not be standing before us as The Carnage Champion. But he was able to turn his career ENTIRELY around, and now LOOK at all of the success he's had since. And winning that title gave him even MORE confidence, and that same confidence makes Giz believe that he is THE BEST, that he can beat ANYBODY. THAT is what it takes to be a Champion...you have to BELIEVE in yourself, and Giz Hero does. He takes his duties as Champion VERY seriously, and tonight, Klaus is looking to RELIEVE Giz of his duties.

Garble: But as long as Giz carries that self confidence with himself, it will be FAR from easy, but it'll be interesting to see if Klaus can hang with a top-level competitor like Giz Hero.

Crowd: -as the referee raises up The Carnage Championship, and begins to show it to the audience, most of the audience chants- LET'S GO, HE-RO! -while a small minority of the crowd responds with- LET'S GO, KLAUS! LET'S GO, HE-RO! LET'S GO, KLAUS! LET'S GO, HE-RO! LET'S GO, KLAUS! LET'S GO, HE-RO! LET'S GO, KLAUS! LET'S GO, HE-RO! LET'S GO, KLAUS! LET'S GO, HE-RO! LET'S GO, KLAUS! LET'S GO, HE-RO! LET'S GO, KLAUS!

Ahuizotl: Oooooh...and Klaus may be popular in The Asylum, but the majority of the people are siding with Giz Hero.

Garble: Giz has certainly won a lot of people over in the past month, and I think much of that has to do with everything that's been going on with Thunderlane. The crowd now DESPISES Thunderlane, and they see what he's been doing to Cloudchaser and Flitter, and they are automatically drawn to Giz. They've seen his struggle, and they feel bad for him. They want to see him get his hand on Thunderlane. It's an emotional investment, and it just shows how FAR Giz has come over these last few months.

Main Event: Carnage Championship - Klaus vs Giz Hero

-5 minutes later-

-Klaus is standing in the corner as Giz comes barreling towards him from the other side of the ring. Giz jumps into the air, and twists himself in mid-air, but Klaus is able to avert his Spinning Uppercut. As Klaus moves away from the corner, Giz's neck and back crash into the middle and top turnbuckles-

Ahuizotl: Klaus NARROWLY avoided a Disastrous Uppercut from The Champion!

Garble: Giz Hero can put away ANY man with just ONE of those Uppercuts!

-Klaus walks back over to Giz and attempts a Monkey Flip on him. It works fine, except for the fact that Giz lands on his feet after Klaus causes him to frontflip in the air-

Ahuizotl: -as the crowd cheers in amazement- MONKEY FLIII- OH! Nice landing there by Giz! He avoided faceplanting into the mat, and instead was able to plant his feet into the mat!

Garble: And Klaus is getting to his feet, too! He's unaware of it!

-As Klaus turns around after getting to his feet, he is CLOBBERED with a Discus Forearm from Giz Hero which makes the crowd OHHHHH loudly! Instead of falling down, however, Klaus immediately fires back with a Single leg front dropkick as he runs a little bit towards Giz. (it's also known as the Shotgun Kick that Hideo Itami uses: gyazodotcom/135d5a62e19311d9c22a47a2d6cce48f) ) Both Giz and Klaus then fall to the mat in a heap-

Ahuizotl: BUT KLAUS DOESN'T GO DOWN! INSTEAD, HE EATS THE FOREARM AND RETALIATES WITH A VICIOUS SHOTGUN KICK!

Garble: Klaus took that forearm like a CHAMP, which, ironically, is the EXACT same type of spirit you NEED to have if you want to be a successful Champion!

Ahuizotl: Neither man is moving. This match is still in the early stages, but it has been INCREDIBLY physical already!

-6 minutes later-

-Klaus lifts up Giz for the Belly to Back Wheelbarrow facebuster, but as he does, Giz slips out of it and backflips himself over Klaus' body, landing on his feet after doing so. Giz then runs ahead of Klaus, which Klaus runs after him. Giz jumps onto the middle rope, but before he can springboard off, Klaus kicks the middle rope, causing it to vibrate, and, as a result, allowing Giz to fall down to the mat back-first-

Garble: DAMN! Now THAT is a smart, SMART maneuver by Klaus! He wasn't caught off guard by Giz's reversal! Instead, he ran after him, and before Giz could deliver that Flying Twisting Uppercut, Klaus KICKED the middle rope out from under him!

-Klaus then brings Giz to his feet, and lifts him up to where his feet are now placed on the top rope, but he still holds him in place-

Ahuizotl: Oh...what does Klaus have in mind here?

-Klaus answers, as he then drives Giz off of the top rope and lets his face SLAM into the mat!-

Garble: JESUS! A Rope Hung Flatliner! Klaus has dubbed that move, "Downhill From Here"! I'm sure you can imagine why…

(The move looks like this: gyazodotcom/44f5ab18b23ee905f38f8b6360180caf )

-Klaus turns Giz over onto his back before pinning him-

Ahuizotl: A COVER! WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION-and NO! Giz Hero STAYS ALIVE!

-The crowd cheers as Klaus looks VERY frustrated-

Garble: And it COULD be all downhill from here when it comes to Klaus, ESPECIALLY if he lets his frustrations get to him!

-8 minutes later-

-Giz finally gets ahold of Klaus' legs and wrestles him down to the mat, which FULLY excites the crowd-

Ahuizotl: This move now makes more sense than ever, because the men's division now revolves around Giz Hero!

Garble: And Giz finally came up with a name for it, too! It will now be referred to as The Axis Swing! -Giz begins to swing Klaus- HERE WE GO!

Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! 11! 12! 13!

Klaus: AAAAAAHHHHHHH! PUT ME DOWN, YOU FREAKING JEEEEEEERK! MY HOMELAND! IT INVENTED THE SWIIIIIING! WITHOUT US, YOU WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE THIS MOVE IN YOUR REPERTOIRE!

Ahuizotl: -sarcastically- Oh, how UNGRATEFUL of Giz Hero…

Garble: This is one swing I would NEVER want to take a ride on!

-After 20 rotations, the crowd's boos are deafening as Thunderlane runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring-

Ahuizotl: THERE...THERE'S THUNDERLANE! THAT BASTARD THUNDERLANE IS HERE!

-As Giz now faces Thunderlane after performing another rotation, Thunderlane's shoe CRACKS against Giz's jaw, forcing Giz to release the swing and fall to the mat in a heap. The crowd continues to boo loudly as the referee calls for the bell-

Garble: DAMMIT! This match is over! Thunderlane just...he just RUINED a GREAT Championship main event!

-Thunderlane stands over Giz's body with a pissed off look on his face. He then picks Giz up and chucks him over the top rope, letting him fall to the floor-

Ahuizotl: And now THROWING The Champion out of the ring! The absolute NERVE of this PRICK, to barge in on such an important match and throw it ALL away!

Madden: Here is your winner, as a result of a DISQUALIFCATIOOON...and STILL, The Carnage Champiooon..Giiiiz..Heeerrrrroooo!

Thunderlane: -he glares at Madden from over the top rope- YOU WON'T BE ANNOUNCING THAT FOR MUCH LONGER, DAMMIT! I'M THE NEXT CHAMPION! -he begins pointing at himself as he walks around the perimeter of the ring- ME!

Crowd: FUCK YOU, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP* FUCK YOU, THUNDER-LANE, FUCK YOU! *CLAPCLAP*

Garble: This crowd is LIVID! They were enjoying this match! They wanted to see how it played out! WHO KNOWS? Klaus could've wound up winning The Carnage Championship! Thunderlane has not only screwed the fans out of a great matchup, but he may have screwed KLAUS out of his first Championship!

-Thunderlane then begins to stalk Klaus as he gets to his feet, and once he does, he SWATS him back down to the mat with a Superkick!-

Ahuizotl: And now KLAUS falls victim to a Superkick! What a TRAVESTY this situation is!

Garble: Klaus has just floored TWO fan-favorites here tonight, and he doesn't look to be done yet!

-He brings Klaus back up to his feet before lifting him up into the air-

Ahuizotl: NOW WHAT?! Could he be going for a vertical suplex? Or, perhaps a BRAINBUSTER?!

Garble: Whatever it is, it's PATHETIC! Klaus can't even defend himself!

-Before Thunderlane can drop Klaus with a Brainbuster, Luna appears on the titantron, in her office-

Luna: Thunderlane, STOP! -the crowd now turns their attention to Luna and begin booing her- You put Klaus down RIGHT NOW, DAMMIT!

-Thunderlane obliges, and brings Klaus down to where his feet are on the mat. Klaus is still loopy from the Superkick, though, so he immediately falls over-

Luna: I know you're upset about how your Championship match turned out at High Stakes, but that is NO reason to throw a temper tantrum over it.

Thunderlane: I AM ENTITLED TO ANOTHER TITLE MATCH!

Luna: -she glares at Thunderlane through the titantron- Don't you yell at me! ESPECIALLY when I'M the one who is talking! -the crowd OHHHHs as Thunderlane furrows his eyebrows- I've reviewed the footage from the end of last night's match over and over again, and it's quite obvious that yes, you ARE entitled to a Championship rematch. And I realize this. -the crowd begins booing loudly again- You may have spoiled what was turning out to be a great Championship bout tonight, but I'm NOT going to punish you. -the boos continue- And that's because I understand that YOU, Thunderlane, are the RIGHTFUL number one contender. -the boos continue, only now, they get LOUDER-

Thunderlane: DON'T BOO HER! SHE'S A SMART WOMAN!

Luna: -she smiles- You don't have to stick up for me, Thunderlane. I'm well aware that the EWF Universe aren't going to like EVERY decision that I make...but that is why I am in charge, and they're sitting in the crowd, watching. -she chuckles as the crowd boos- And they WILL watch, at Boiling Point, where you, Thunderlane...will go one-on-one, in a REMATCH, for The Carnage Championship...against Giz Hero. -boos- But I feel a little...I feel a little inclined to...do something DIFFERENT for your rematch. I want to...shake things up a bit. And that's where NEXT week comes in. Next week, both you AND Giz will be in action, against opponent's of your OWN choosing. -the boos die down, as the crowd is intrigued by this- That's right. So, Thunderlane...you will pick Giz's opponent, and he, in turn, will pick yours. But that's not all. Whichever one of you wins your match in the fastest amount of time, will get to pick the stipulation for your match at Boiling Point. -the crowd DOES cheer that a bit- NOW I've got the people intrigued. And I can see the intrigue on YOUR face, as well, Thunderlane.

Thunderlane: -he nods with a big smirk- THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! -he begins applauding Luna's decision- GOOD JOB, GOOD JOB!

Luna: -she smiles- It can be ANY kind of stipulation you want. Until next week, good luck to both of you, gentlemen. -with one last nod, Luna's office feed ends, and the cheers from the crowd continue-

Garble: WHOA. Luna does it AGAIN, 'Zotl! I'll admit, she made some GREAT decisions tonight!

Ahuizotl: I'll say! A Triple Threat match to determine Sunset Shimmer's challenger, as well as TWO matches, one starring Thunderlane, and the other, starring Giz Hero. They each get to pick the other's opponent, and whoever wins their match in the fastest time, gets to appoint their OWN stipulation to their Championship Rematch at Boiling Point!

Garble: On the one hand, I'm upset, because I DON'T want this SCUMBAG to be given another chance at The Carnage title. But, on the other, this just means Giz will have ANOTHER opportunity to beat the TAR out of Thunderlane! And I'm ALL for that, baby!

Ahuizotl: You're right on the money there! But what kind of match will it be? We will find that out, NEXT WEEK...on Monday Night Lunacy! Until then, GOOD NIGHT, everybody!

Garble: We'll see you then!

-Thunderlane walks over to the ropes again and looks out at Giz, who is resting against the announcer's table with a large smirk. Giz is holding his title in his left hand as he looks at Thunderlane, with his nose and upper lip twitching in anger-

Thunderlane: No matter WHAT kind of match we have, it won't matter, Hero! That title is coming home with ME soon! -Thunderlane cackles as the crowd focuses on Giz's intense expression. The show soon ends with a slow zoom in on Giz's face, along with the crowd chanting, "HE-RO" again and again-

Match Results:

The Mean Girls defeated Fleur De Lis & Photo Finish by Submission (11:32)

Adagio Dazzle, Beth Drollins, Fluttershy, Lightning Dust & Twist defeated Midnight Strike, Honeycomb, Rarity, Berry Punch & Flitter by Pinfall (24:25)

EGO defeated NION Lights by Pinfall (14:36)

SCUM & The Sword defeated Sunny Daze, Peachy Pie & The Cucks by Pinfall (0:44)

Scootaloo & Trixie defeated Cadance & Sunset Shimmer by Submission (21:56)

Giz Hero defeated Klaus by Disqualification (20:12)

Matches for Boiling Point:

Giz Hero vs Thunderlane for The Carnage Championship

Lightning Dust & Fluttershy vs The Sword for The Chick Combo Championships

3MB vs The Wythyst Family in a No Holds Barred Match