*The beautiful people….OOOOHHHHH….*

-Fireworks are things that go PEW PEW. They go BOOM BOOM like Nicki Minaj's booty. I don't know I'm running out of material. PM me firework puns plz thank you-

-The crowd is already booing, as we are introduced to Lunacy's newest commentators: Vultarian and Overdrive-

Vultarian: Greetings, EWF fans. I am Vultarian.

Overdrive: And I am Overdrive.

Vultarian: After the recent firings of Garble and Ahuizotl, we are here to present you all with unbiased commentating here on Lunacy, as the action unfolds right before our eyes.

Overdrive: Me and Vultarian are extremely happy to be the new commentators. We look forward to making Princess Luna proud. It is an honor for me to hang up my wrestling gear for the greater good of the announce table.

Vultarian: Your are now in good hands, Lunacy fans. Without further adieu, let's begin.

*And now….it's all over now…* -Major Booing! You are hereby COURT MARTIALED from Easy Company!-

-Sunset Shimmer struts out on the stage with her trademark smirk, as the Crater Chick championship hugs her waist tightly-

Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...the Crater Chick CHAAAMPPIOONN….SUNSEEEEEETTTTT….SHIIIMMMMERRRR!

Overdrive: Wow. Sunset looks great with that championship around her waist.

Vultarian: Indeed, but will she still have it by this time next week? She will be facing Rarity at Retribution. What do you think, Overdrive?

Overdrive: I am unconcerned on this topic.

Vultarian: As am I. Opinions do not matter in wrestling.

Overdrive: As you can see, Sunset is not being accompanied by her boyfriend, Flash Sentry.

Vultarian: He is probably getting ready for his match later tonight. He will be teaming up with Rumble to take on Damien Sandow and Bill Nyeker.

Overdrive: Wow.

-Sunset takes the mic from Madden, winking at him as she moves to stand in the middle of the ring-

Crowd: WE WANT CADANCE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE WANT CADANCE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE WANT CADANCE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Sunset: -looking out into the crowd- Believe me, so do I….-her sad face then turns into a grin- So I can beat the hell out of her again! HAHA! -the crowd boos, as Sunset flips her hair behind her head- Alas, I've already ended that lovestruck leech's career, but I would do it again if I had the chance!

-WALL OF TEXT DETECTED: NOW PRESSING ENTER-

-WALL OF TEXT AVERTED-

Sunset: It's not about that pink primadonna tonight, though...tch, it's not even about ME for once! Tonight….is about TEAMWORK. Just like last month, there are going to be multiple tag team matches taking place that combine many of the elements of the upcoming pay per view. My baby-boobsie, Flash, will be teaming up with Rumble, to face the team of Damien Sandow and Bill Nyeker. Now, Shining Armor WOULD'VE been in that match, but he's beginning to show his true colors….by HIDING. Which I cannot blame him for. He'd better man up soon, though, because his judgement day is coming soon….

Sunset: Also, naturally, I'll be in the main event, deservedly….when I team up with Twilight Sparkle -cringes a bit-...to face my opponent at Retribution, Rarity, and Twilight's opponent...Lightning Dust. -crowd cheers-

Overdrive: Wow.

Vultarian: Good match.

Sunset: Now, it's been well documented that me and Twilight aren't exactly neighborly with each other….if she asked for sugar, I'd gave her a bowl of pounded up chalk...but we now have ONE thing in common! -smiles- Well, TWO: One, we're CHAMPIONS….secondly….we are fighting under the leadership of ONE woman...she is the AUTHORITY of this brand! The general manager of Lunacy...LUNA! -crowd boos immensely-

Crowd: LU-NA SUCKS! LU-NA SUCKS! LU-NA SUCKS! LU-NA SUCKS!

Sunset: Despite our differences, I, and Twilight, pledge our undying loyalty-

*A hundred thousand stories...have filled my head….* -the boos are still real, but you can tell they have died down in recent weeks-

Vultarian: And here comes the Eternal Women's champion, Twilight Sparkle. Definitely coming down to agree with Sunset's statement.

Overdrive: As a former wrestler, I can truly say that there is no greater pleasure in this business than fighting for something you believe in.

-Sunset gives a cheeky grin as Twilight enters the ring. Twilight fetches herself a mic, and meets Sunset in the middle-

Twilight: Undying loyalty? -Sunset nods vigorously- More like LYING loyalty in your case….-crowd OOOHHHs- You want to know WHY I don't like you, Sunset? Because of THIS. All of this slander. All of this...gah! I want to curse so MUCH!

Crowd: CURSE! CURSE! CURSE! CURSE! CURSE! CURSE!

Twilight: -takes a deep breath, bringing a hand to her chest as she inhales, and then extending her arm out as she exhales- I'm going to keep my composure as best as I can…-crowd boos- Let me make one thing COMPLETELY transparent for you, Sunset….I am NOT here for Luna. I am NOT here to be somebody's puppet. I am my own person, and I take pride in that. I will NEVER throw that away, especially if it is to ROB someone of their glory!

Sunset: Twilight, it's not like that at all….Luna chose you because you are the perfect representation of Lunacy. She saw nothing in you but the BEST. Lightning was a loose cannon. With her as champion, this ship would've sank quick.

Twilight: Oh yes, because it's not sinking with ME as champion. Commentators are quitting because they can't speak their mind, fellow superstars are being attacked. There's no order! I want no part of it!

Sunset: Stands against that untainted "moral code" of yours, huh?

Twilight: Yes, I actually have morality in this barbaric sport...what a concept. But I'm NOT alone! I know it!

Sunset: Luna has a moral code, too, as she should, and Lightning VIOLATED it by being DISRESPECTFUL and UNJUST. You are NEITHER of those, Twilight! You are PERFECT.

Twilight: Luna sure has been violating this moral code, which must be pretty shallow if she can slap her own employees and allow every time that has happened to happen. I see right through your little stunt here, Sunset. I know for a FACT that you don't agree with Luna's stance on me being champion. You want this title all to yourSELF!

Sunset: Pfft. Of course I do. It doesn't MATTER what I want, though….it only matters what LUNA desires. And she asked me to team with you tonight, and I won't let her down! I am willing to let bygones be bygones, Twilight. Not only for now..but until Luna is good and satisfied with us. This is going to do wonders for BOTH of our careers, Twilight! You've got to look at the bigger picture-

Twilight: No! I see the bigger picture, and it involves me ALIENATING myself from all of these fans, all of my friends, my FAMILY! Don't think I'm going to forget what you've done to my BROTHER! I'm forcing Spike to stay home for now so he doesn't get hurt by people like YOU!

Sunset: Twilight, we're on the same page here-

Twilight: Like HELL we are! -crowd cheers- You've ruined my brother's LIFE! And I won't allow you to ruin MINE! I'll team with you, because I have no choice, but no matter WHO wins, once that pinfall is counted, you'll be lucky if I don't DESTROY YOU! For Shining Armor! For Cadance! For Spike! Even for LIGHTNING DUST! Weren't you FRIENDS just a few weeks ago?! What kind of person ARE YOU to abandon her like that?!

Sunset: It's really none of your business….I saw the bigger picture. And soon, you will too, Twilight….

Twilight: NEVER. At least not the picture you and our corrupt officials are painting me! I'll see you in the ring, where I'll paint my OWN picture. It's going to state that I don't NEED to answer to anybody to succeed! I am confident in my ability! I didn't NEED Luna to win the Eternal Women's championship, and I don't need her to retain it! -Twilight drops the mic at Sunset's feet in a sassy fashion, and walks to the back in an ALL BIDNESS manner-

Overdrive: Wow.

Vultarian: Twilight is upset.

Overdrive: Yeah.

*EGO THEME COMMENCES. YO YO IT'S A THEME YO YO IT'S A THEME YO YO IT'S A THEME YO YO these aren't the lyrics*

Madden: The following contest….is scheduled for ONNEEE FAAALL! Introducing first, from CANTERLOT! Weighing in at 125 POOOUNDS! Fleeeuurrr...DE LIS!

Overdrive: Wow. Fleur looks beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed. She is going to need more than beauty if she wants to beat Applejack at Retribution, though.

Overdrive: Yeah.

*REDACTED THEME YEEEEEYYYYYY* -crowd cheers-

Madden: Aaaanndd….HER OPPONENT! From Loneyville! Weighing in at 136 POOOUNDS! AAAAPPLE BLOOOOOOOM!

Vultarian: It is remained to be seen which superstar this will be a warm-up match for. Both Apple Bloom AND Fleur De Lis have matches at Retribution. You could say that Apple Bloom's is more important, because if she wins, she gets a shot at the World Fighters championship.

Overdrive: But in Fleur's match, Applejack is fighting for family pride. She wants revenge on Fleur for hurting Granny Smith last month at Proving Grounds.

Vultarian: Blood is thicker than gold, I suppose. Let's just call this...a match, then.

Overdrive: Wow. I like it.

-Apple Bloom cracks his knuckles, before running into the ring. Fleur immediately ducks underneath the bottom rope, though she craftily yanks Apple Bloom down to the mat by her leg, and quickly scurries back into the ring to put the boots to her head-

Match 1: Fleur De Lis vs Apple Bloom

-12 minutes later-

-Apple Bloom goes up to the top rope, but Fleur front dropkicks the top rope before Apple Bloom can jump off, causing Apple Bloom's gooch to collide with the top turnbuckle-

Overdrive: Wow. That must've hurt.

-Fleur LAUNCHES Apple Bloom off of the top rope, Apple Bloom's back crashing into the mat on the way down-

Vultarian: Fleur is in control at the moment.

Overdrive: And she's about to zero in on the courageous Apple Bloom.

*LIS DE RESISTANCE!*

-Fleur hooks a leg with one hand, and is able to grab the trunks of Apple Bloom with her other hand for added leverage. The referee cannot see this, as he is counting the pinfall on the other side of Apple Bloom-

-1…..2….3! The crowd boos as the bell rings-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNER! FLEUR...DE LIIIIIISSS!

Overdrive: Wow. A great performance by Fleur De Lis. She certainly looks ready heading into Sunday.

Vultarian: Applejack would be wise not to overlook her. She proved how vicious she is here tonight.

-The referee raises the hand of Fleur, causing Fleur to wipe the zebra germs back onto his shirt after he puts it down. Fleur walks over to the ropes, and flips her head back, her arm laid across the top rope as she seductively sinks down lower towards the mat-

*Commercial*

-Rumble's theme plays to the delight of many. You would think the fans would be less excited when they realize it's all of the Rumble Roses, minus Rumble, but they aren't because SEXY WOMEN I guess-

Madden: The following contest...is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, accompanied by Bulk Biceps, and FLITTER! from CLOUDSDALE! Weighing in at 129 POOOUNNDSS! CLOOOUUDD..CHASSSEERR!

Overdrive: Wow. Cloudchaser looks beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed. As does Flitter.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Bulk Biceps removes the velvet ropes, allowing Flitter and Cloudchaser to make their way to the ring, but not before the ladies each give Bulk a high five. They then do sexy stuff like tease their hair and...other sexy stuff. God I'm great at this-

-Lyra and Bon Bon's theme reverbs through the arena, meeting many cheers and wolf whistles from the guys of the crowd-

Madden: Aaaaand HER OPPONENT! Accompanied..by LYRA! From LONEYVILLE! Weighing in at 138 POOOUNDS! BON BON!

Overdrive: Wow. Bon Bon looks beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed. As does Lyra.

Overdrive: Yeah.

Vultarian: Two weeks ago on Lunacy, Flitter and Cloudchaser defeated Lyra and Bon Bon due to underhanded tactics. Tonight, Bon Bon looks to settle the score from that loss.

-Unlike last time, Lyra and Bon Bon are able to not only straddle the ropes, but they are successful in pecking each other on the lips. The crowd lights up in response, as Flitter and Cloudchaser snicker on the other side of the ring-

Flitter: Amateurs. Give them the kiss of death. Will ya, baby?

Cloudchaser: -positioning herself on the ring apron- It will be THEIR pleasure….

Match 2: Bon Bon w/ Lyra vs Cloudchaser w/ Flitter and Bulk Biceps

-11 minutes later-

-Bon Bon is on the apron, groggy. Cloudchaser looks to big boot her to the floor, but Bon Bon counters by leaning down and striking her shoulder through the middle rope. Cloudchaser is the one who is now groggy, and Bon Bon takes the initiative to Sunset Flip herself over the top rope. Cloudchaser, however, grabs onto the top rope as Bon Bon attempts to roll her up for the pin. Cloudchaser then sits on Bon Bon's chest, and now latches onto the middle rope-

-1….2….-at the last second, the referee notices Cloudchaser's cheating, and ceases the count-

Ref: Hey! Get your hands off the rope! -the crowd cheers as Cloudchaser quickly throws her hands into the air, clearly shocked that she was caught red handed-

-Flitter, however, is more upset than shocked. She gets on the apron, and begins yelling at the referee. As the referee is distracted, Lyra comes over to where Cloudchaser, who is still sitting on Bon Bon's chest is, and slaps her in the face-

Vultarian: Hey. She just slapped her.

-Cloudchaser now rolls off of Bon Bon's body due to the slap. Bon Bon slowly gets to her feet, and moves behind Cloudchaser. She grabs the back of her arms as she is still recovering, and proceeds to twist them to the point where she is now in front of Cloudchaser. Flitter has finally gotten off of the apron at this point, as Bon Bon DRIVES Cloudchaser's face into the mat!-

Overdrive: Cool move.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-The crowd cheers, as Bon Bon covers Cloudchaser-

-1…...2…..3! Lyra hops up and down excitedly as the bell rings-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNERRRRRRR….BON BOOOONNNN!

Vultarian: A nice win for Bon Bon. Cloudchaser tried to oust her once again, but it didn't work this time around.

Overdrive: Yeah, it didn't.

-Lyra jumps into an awaiting Bon Bon's arms as Cloudchaser rolls out of the ring and over to Bulk Biceps. Before Lyra and Bon Bon can celebrate with a warm hug, Flitter runs into the ring. Lyra literally jumps out of Bon Bon's arms, and nails Flitter with a hurricanrana! Flitter rolls out of the ring in retreat, and the happy couple rejoice in their own embrace-

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

-Flitter begins pounding her fists against Bulk Bicep's chest. It doesn't affect him, but it's a way of showing how angry she is-

Vultarian: Flitter and Cloudchaser appear to be frustrated. It seems that this rivalry is not over yet.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-For now, though, Lyra and Bon Bon are victorious in both the ring, and in romantics. Flitter scowls on the stage, while Cloudchaser crosses her arms, irritated. Bon Bon and Lyra snuggle each other-

Crowd: OTP! OTP! OTP! OTP! OTP! OTP! OTP! OTP!

*Locker room*

-Rarity is in her locker room, finishing up her appliance of lip gloss. She then picks up a jump rope, and begins to work on her cardio in preparation for her match. A knock on her door is heard after she begins jumping rope-

Rarity: The door's open, darling!

-Lightning Dust enters the room, and Rarity puts the jump rope down out of common courtesy-

Rarity: Ah, Lightning! What a pleasant surprise….

Lightning: -notices the jump rope on the floor- Getting ready to kick some ass?

Rarity: -giggles- Well, I wouldn't say it like THAT now, but yes, I am "amped up", as it were.

Lightning: -nods- That's good. I expected nothing less from you. A jumping rope isn't really my style….I graduated from first grade Gym long ago….

Rarity: -raises an eyebrow with a competitive smirk- This "first grade Gym" technique almost beat you last week….

Lightning: Heh. -rubs the back of her neck- I guess that bounced back in my face...

Rarity: Think nothing of it, Lightning….you were the better athlete last week. There is no denying it.

Lightning: I plan to be the better athlete tonight, too! I'm assuming we share the same goal here?

Rarity: -Nods- Quite. Twilight is my friend, but she's also the champion. I understand that I've already got a title shot Sunday, but beating the current champion basically makes me the number 1 contender.

Lightning: And I plan to BECOME the champion at Retribution, and I would be STOKED if you were the first person I'd be defending my title against….

Rarity: Was there anything in specific you needed, dear?

Lightning: I came here to just say that I'm looking forward to teaming with you tonight. That's pretty much it.

Rarity: After last week's battle, I am excited to be in the ring with you from now on, whether we are partners, or saboteurs…

-Lightning extends her hand, which Rarity immediately shakes-

Rarity: I must admit….a month ago, I wouldn't have expected ANY of this out of you, Lightning...the good sportsmanship, the locker room visits…

Lightning: If there's ONE good thing that came out of me being screwed out of my title, it was that it humbled me….deflated my ego quite a bit. I realize now that I'm not untouchable...I have weaknesses, and they're going to be exploited more than I can help.

Rarity: Is that truly the ONLY reason you're doing this?

Lightning: Huh. I guess you know that I'm looking forward to pummeling MORE than just Twilight in our match….

Rarity: -Nods- It's not hard to see. What Sunset Shimmer did to you was AWFUL, Lightning...you have more of a conflict with her than I do….you want allies….perhaps even FRIENDS, since you've lost your one true friend...

Lightning: Well, Sunset's a pretty awful creature, I've learned. Ehhhh...I'm gonna stick to just allies for now….I have trust issues…

Rarity: I understand. Speaking of trust….you can TRUST Twilight, darling...speaking as a TRUE friend of hers...she wouldn't do ANY of this you are accusing her of….

Lightning: I'm not saying you're wrong, Rarity...I'm just saying that maybe you don't know Twilight Sparkle as well as you think…

Rarity: If you just give her a chance, she will prove you wrong….

Lightning: Twilight will get her chance Sunday. If she pins me smack dab in the middle of the ring, I'll recognize her as the RIGHTFUL champion. We had a match for the ages last month, but it was was RUINED by chicanery...if the same happens here, we'll be back to square one…

Rarity: Twilight has NO control over that, though!

Lightning: Well, then I've got no control over kicking her ass….

-Lightning leaves the locker room without another word, shutting the door behind her-

Rarity: My, MY is she stubborn….

*I swear I won't tease you...won't tell you no lies!* -Now if you'll turn around you'll see the back of the dandruff filled head of the person sitting behind you. It's better than the view you'd be getting up front, though-

-Madden climbs the top rope, and then LEAPS off, crashing through the announce table. Too bad nobody got to see his live suicide-

Overdrive: Wow. Twist looks beautiful.

Vultarian: No.

Overdrive: Yeah.

Vultarian: Last week, she got an eerie message from a mysterious entity.

Overdrive: And now Twist has a match at Retribution against him/her.

-The sound of glass shatters, and every single body is now facing the front of the arena, a melting pot of cheers-

-Madden springs up to his feet, no-selling the table spot because apparently he has a job to do-

Madden: Aaaand IT'S OPPONENT! From LONEYVILLE! Weighing in at 125 POOOOOUNDS! BERRRRYYY...PUNCH!

Vultarian: And it appears that Berry Punch's tag team partner, Scootaloo will NOT be at ringside for this match.

Overdrive: Not sure if that's a smart move or not, what with the Mean Girls lurking in the shadows.

Vultarian: Well, this match won't be going on for long, anyway.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Berry Punch enters the ring, and kicks Twist in the ass as she twerks up to her, knocking her to the floor-

Overdrive: Wow.

*Now trending on Twitter: #IndepthCommentary, #Yeah, #Indeed, #Stopthepain (most trends at once yet)*

Match 3: Berry Punch vs Twist

-The bell rings as Twist gets to her feet. She turns around to be met with the middle fingers of Berry Punch, before being kicked in the gut and then planted with the Bar Tab! Berry doesn't even try to go for a pin, though. Instead, she grabs her by the hair and plants her in a seated position by the bottom turnbuckle. Berry then proceeds to stomp a Sandcastle in Twist's ass, much to the approval of the rabid Lunacy fans-

-3 minutes later-

-After a Uol Zseht press, a spinebuster, and a Pointed Elbow Drop from the top rope, Berry is already bored of this match. She finishes off Twist by dragging her to her feet by the hair, and planting her with the second Bar Tab-

-1….2….3! The crowd wanted Twist's punishment to last a bit longer, but every bong is unlit at some point. They cheer for what they were given-

Madden: Here is YOUR WINNERRRRR...BEEEEERRRYYY..PUNCH!

Vultarian: Stellar performance by Berry Punch tonight.

Overdrive: I wonder if she'll be able to handle Diamond Tiara that handedly this Sunday.

Vultarian: We will find out.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Berry Punch throws both middle fingers into the air as she moves from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, before leaving the ring-

Crowd: THANK YOU BE-RRY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THANK YOU BE-RRY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THANK YOU BE-RRY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Twist is soon sitting in the ring, rubbing her head, when something drops from the ceiling, and bonks against her head, before landing on the mat. It is a rock candy necklace, with a note attached to it-

"In my family, a necklace such as this represents our eternal love for one another. We use them to communicate our good will to each other, no matter how far away we are.

Let me make it clear that this rock candy necklace does not mean I love you, Twist. It resembles my eternal HATRED for you, which is why the candy is blood red, and made out of skulls.

I hate you Twist. You suck, and I am going to kill you Sunday.

P.S. Tom says you don't have any ass to shake, and I agree. So stop it."

-Twist runs out of the ring, bawling her eyes out, whilst eating the candy despite what the letter had just told her about it. The crowd laughs at her, as the ominous pair of turquoise eyes watch from above-

Overdrive: Wow.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-The broadcast fades to black for a quick moment-

-A super fast zoom across a dirt path is shown, and then we see the fedora lady standing on a jaded rock in the middle of a swamp. Her arms are outstretched, and she is giving us a small smirk. A transparent zoom in of her follows, as she shakes her head-

?: The world craves women like me! -an array of distorted sounds play between her speech. We see the fedora lady speaking in the woods, as the flannel lady looks on in the background- The world NEEDS women like me! -the sound of distorted piano keys are played, and with each key that is struck, we see the fedora lady walking a different pathway in tall grass. She then cackles, which soon turns to a demonic pitch, as we witness a close up of the lady in flannel with a wide smile, making it seem like she is the fedora lady's demon. There is a faraway shot of the lady in the sheep's mask, and then a closeup on the fedora lady smiling with her hair shielding her eyes-

-We see the familiar doll on the table, and then the piano keys die down, leaving us with the image of the lady with the sheep mask looking at us right in the camera. She turns her head sideways to get a better view-

?: They have no idea-they don't know me..but I know MYSELF! -a blurry shot of a broken down wooden trailer- Women like me are the creators! We are the ones that bring the change! We are the ones that unite the masses, and become the fist! -the fedora lady begins to walk off in another shot, but she turns around as the eerie sounds in the background fade out, giving us a tiny smirk- …..We're coming….

-The fedora lady's back is turned, with her arms outstretched once again. She then closes one of her fists, which has an odd noise to accompany the gesture, like a bug escaping from its cocoon-

?: And the fist..comes down...and the fist..is change…-we get a quick faraway zoom of a flower garden, and then alternating presences between the lady with the sheep mask, and the lady in the flannel. It always comes back to the fedora lady, however- and the fist..COMES DOWN!

-There is darkness for a moment, and then we hear more maniacal laughter from the fedora lady, as we see the rocking chair moving on its own. It moves faster as the laughter goes along-

?: I have a secret, too….-the rocking chair is now being sat on by the fedora lady, with the sheep lady and the flannel lady by her sides. We here more eerie sounds, as the fedora lady's rocking speeds up faster and faster. In a flash, we see the fedora lady now wearing her apron, as the chair stops rocking. Just as soon as it stops, however, the fedora lady vanishes, and the rock chair goes back to moving on its own-

?: We're coming…-the fedora lady is now back in full view, still in her apron. She once again has her arms outstretched, as the chair behind her lays still in place-

*DEH!*

-...and everything is darkness…..-

*EGO's theme plays for the second time tonight, which adorns more boos from the crowd*

Madden: The following TAG TEAM CONTEST..is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making their way to the ring, from CANTERLOT! At a combined weight, of 443 POOOUNDS! They are, the Combo of Carnage...tag...team CHAMPIOOONNS! FANCY PANTS, and GUUUUUSTAVE...LE GRAND!

Vultarian: As with Fleur De Lis' match earlier, she is not accompanying her champions to ringside.

Overdrive: Yeah. I'm sure there are reasons.

Vultarian: Perhaps they want to prove themselves after Couch-Mate's disparaging comments on Sublime last Friday.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-EGO remove their belts from their waists, and hold them into the air, Fancy Pants in a snobbish way, and Gustave in a sinister way. Either way, it elicits heat from the crowd. One group of gentlemen in the front row behind them take it upon themselves to golf clap at EGO's elegance-

*Hey, so...Snips and Snails have a theme...but I don't know what it is yet...whatever song is in your head at the time is their theme. That should make for some interesting results GO!*

-Anyway they are being booed. So either the crowd doesn't like the song you gave them, or they just don't like them. So there's a 50 percent chance you FAILED!-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! At a combined weight, of 402 POOOUNDS! SNIPS, AND SNAAAILS...SLIIIIIIMMMEEEE!

Vultarian: In reality, this team has more to prove than either Couch-Mate OR EGO. The only reason they are in this match in the first place, is because Sunset Shimmer was the special referee and got Flash to lay down for them.

Overdrive: Yeah. But there's no better way to get people to take notice then beating the champions.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-Snips and Snails slither down to the ring as EGO ignore them completely. It's obvious SLIME isn't a threat to them. Snips grinds his teeth, and commands Snails to join him in the ring as they smash their forearms into the champs, knocking them out of the ring, and forcing them to regroup-

Overdrive: Wow.

-EGO are now determined to embarrass these fleas, as they lay their title belts on the ground. Fancy enters the ring while Gustave stays on the apron-

Gustave: Take zem down! Nobody makes a fool of ze EGO!

Match 4: EGO vs SLIME

-15 minutes later-

-Snips grabs ahold of Gustave as Snails goes to the top, the two looking to execute their German Suplex/Legdrop finishing combo. Fancy Pants enters the ring and knocks Snails down to the floor with a big boot. Snips retaliates by letting go of Gustave and forcefully clotheslining Fancy out to the floor to join Snails-

-Snips cannot react quick enough and focus his attention on Gustave, and because of that, Gustave is prepared to floor him with "Le Grand Finale." Before he can connect with it, he is chopped blocked in the back of the ankle with a steel chair, held by Snails, who had re-entered the ring. The referee rings the bell, as the fans boo, furious that the match, which featured the most effort from SLIME ever ended so abruptly-

Overdrive: Wow. Steel chair to the ankle.

Vultarian: Indeed. I wonder if it hurts.

-Snips is happy to be saved, despite losing the match, and he begins to drop knees on Gustave's ankle. He then lifts Gustave's leg into the air, and drops it to the mat, like a DDT for legs-

-Fancy attempts to cease the beatdown of his partner, but he quickly doubles over in pain as Snails strikes the top of the chair into his abdomen. Snails then whacks the chair across Fancy's back, sending him rolling out to the floor in pain-

-Snips drags Gustave by his leg, twisting it with each inch he moves backwards, until he is by the ringpost. Snips and Snails then leave the ring. Snails sizes up Gustave, and then COLLIDES the chair into Gustave's leg, which has been propped up against the ringpost. The crowd OOOHHH's as Gustave grabs at his ankle in pain. Snails lets off his dumb laugh while Snips snickers. Both jump over the barricade as they see Fancy Pants barreling towards them-

Overdrive: It seems SLIME have sent the best message they could: They are to be taken seriously.

Vultarian: And their championship aspirations are looking a lot better. What if Gustave cannot compete Sunday? Is that a forfeit?

Overdrive: Maybe.

-Gustave writhes in pain, as doctors are at ringside, applying ice to his ankle to reduce potential swelling-

Madden: The winners of the match, by disqualification….EGO.

*Locker room*

-Flash Sentry is looking at himself in a mirror. Whatever thoughts he has are interrupted by hands protruding from behind his back and being rubbed over his pecs. The hands are revealed to be Sunset's, as she appears in the mirror next to her lover-

Sunset: I hope you realize how important this match is….

Flash: I do, babe.

Sunset: -stern look- I don't think you DO, so let me tell you….I'm a champion, and by that citation….YOU...should be a champion.

Flash: I will be, Sunny. I promise….

Sunset: Tonight, you're going to be in that ring, with the 3 men...who are CHALLENGING for the championship..that you so desperately want...and that I CRAVE for you to have...one of them is even the champion HIMSELF. What you need to do…-she begins running an index finger down his chest-..is make examples out of ALL of them...you're better than ALL OF THEM, Flash! You're better than EVERY male in this company!

Flash: -smirks and nods his head- I am….I'm going to take out Shining Armor this Sunday, and then whoever is holding that title...is going to be my BITCH.

Sunset: Hm. -giggles- At the end of the day….at the end of EVERY day...whether you're a champion or not...you'll always be MY bitch…

Flash: -chuckles- Absolutely, Sunny. I know my place.

Sunset: -grins- Good….-her grin continues as she moves closes her eyes, moving closer to Flash's lips at a rapid place. As Sunset locks lips with Flash, his eyes close as well, as he takes in the wonderful feeling on Sunset's tongue against his teeth, and the arrival of her saliva into his oral tunnel. We go to commercial with these two beginning to make out furiously-

*the sound of a school bell blares through the arena, followed by a herd of boos. "CLASS….IS IN SESSION!"*

Madden: The following TAG TEAM CONTEST, is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from CANTERLOT! Weighing in at 224 POOOUNDS….BILLLL...NYEEEEEEKER!

-Mr. Nyeker walks down the ramp with a scowl, shooting the laser pointer for his Promethean board in the faces of unlucky fans-

Overdrive: Yeah.

Vultarian: I didn't say anything.

Overdrive: Oh.

Vultarian: Mr. Nyeker looks very displeased tonight.

Overdrive: Yeah. He got attacked by Rumble last week after he helped him beat Damien Sandow.

Vultarian: Indeed. Tonight, though, is a bit of a strange bedfellows type of situation. Mr. Nyeker is going to have to team up with his sworn enemy, Damien Sandow.

*HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!* -cheers rain in through the Asylum-

Madden: Aaaand HIS PARTNER! From Palo Alto, CALIFORNIA! Weighing in at 247 POOOUNDS! The Intellectual Savior of DEM ASSEEEEEEEESSSSS….DAAAAAMMIIEENNN...SAAANNDOOWWW!

Overdrive: Wow. Whoever those women are he is with look beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed. He shows up with a different pair every week.

-Sandow flips over the ring ropes with the help of his...lady assistants, before doing a cartwheel right in front of Nyeker, capping it off with a bow. The men in the front row that supported EGO earlier in the night get everyone in the arena to golf clap. Nyeker crosses his arms and glares at Sandow in response-

*Now trending on Twitter: The Wythyst Family (number 1 trend worldwide)*

-Rumble's theme plays for the second time tonight, which the crowd cheers for just as much as they did the first time-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! First! From LONEYVILLE! Weighing in at 192, he is...the CARNAGE CHAMPIIIOOONN...RrrrrrrrrrrrrUMBLE!

Overdrive: I feel like I should be upset at this man, but I'm not sure why.

Vultarian: Hmm...me neither. There is no Flitter, nor Cloudchaser.

Overdrive: And not even a velvet rope. Rumble must be pretty serious about wanting to prove himself.

Vultarian: He's always going to be taking selfies, though.

-After Rumble spreads out across the ring apron and snaps about 23 selfies, he lounges across the top turnbuckle, and proceeds to take even more as he awaits his partner-

*FLASH! AHAAAAAA! Savior of the universe…..* -the crowd sends a flurry of boos upon the stage, as the lights go out for a few moments. As the chorus kicks in, a giant bolt of lightning appears on the stage as the only source of light in the arena at the moment. Flash stands in the middle of it, his back turned, and his hands on his hips. As Freddie Mercury's pitch gets higher, he finally turns to face the ring, and begins walking to it casually-

Madden: Aaaand HIS PARTNER! From CANTERLOT! Weighing in at 225 POOOUNDS...FLASH! SEEEEEENTRY!

Overdrive: Wow. What a great entrance.

Vultarian: Indeed. And what a great match this should be.

-Flash stands atop the turnbuckle, looking out at the crowd. He jumps in the ring just as the crowds sends "You're A Pussy" chants towards him-

Match 5: Damien Sandow and Bill Nyeker vs Rumble and Flash Sentry

-17 minutes later-

Vultarian: Damien Sandow has been brutalized this entire match. There have been spots of hope, but Rumble and Flash Sentry have been picking him apart ever since the bell as rang.

Overdrive: Yeah. Damien hates Mr. Nyeker so much that he has refused to tag him throughout this match. Nyeker hasn't been in the ring for a second.

Vultarian: You have to wonder if Mr. Nyeker would even accept Sandow's tag. He hates him just as much.

Overdrive: Yeah. He's going to have to soon if he wants to win this match and gain momentum for Retribution.

-Rumble goes for the Beauty Mark, but Sandow catches him on the rotation in MID-AIR and LEVELS Rumble with his signature Russian Leg Sweep. The crowd erupts in cheers, as Sandow is too worn out to even follow it up with his backwards somersault onto his feet-

Crowd: LET'S GO SAN-DOW! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* LET'S GO SAN-DOW! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* LET'S GO SAN-DOW! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Finally, Sandow crawls over to Nyeker with his hand outstretched. Nyeker looks willing to accept the tag, but he jumps off of the apron at the last second, signalling a thunderstorm of jeers his way-

Overdrive: Wow.

-Nyeker re-adjusts his sweatervest, as Sandow looks on in a mixture of shock and disgust. His ladies look incredibly crestfallen at ringside-

-Rumble looks to take advantage of the distraught Sandow, but he went just a little bit too close to his corner, as Flash slaps him on the back of the shoulder, thus making him legal, and making Rumble P.O.'d-

-Flash enters the ring, and smirks at Rumble-

Rumble: I HAD HIM! GET OUT OF HERE!

-Flash pie-faces Rumble, earning OOOOHHH's from the crowd, and the same boos they had been giving Nyeker-

-Flash rushes over to Sandow, pulling him to his feet, and hitting the Flash Flood in record time. The fans sure can't boo that spectacular 360 degree piledriver-

Overdrive: Wow. Breathtaking move.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-1….2…..-the referee makes the three count, as Rumble stands on the apron taking angry selfies-

Madden: Here are YOUR WINNERS! RUMBLE! And FLAAAAAASSHHHH…...SEEEENTRRRRRRYYYYYY!

-Flash celebrates like he just won the championship itself, as Nyeker pulls out two erasers from his pocket, and bashes them together, signifying that class is over. Flash's celebration is cut short when he turns around, and is hit with the Beauty Mark from Rumble! The cheers return to the arena-

Overdrive: Wow. Rumble just took out Flash.

Vultarian: Apparently you don't outshine the Carnage Champion.

Rumble: DON'T EVER STEAL MY SPOTLIGHT! -more cheers are gained-

-Rumble stands over Flash with his title raised in the air, as he takes revenge selfies with the other hand-

Crowd: RUMBLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* RUMBLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* RUMBLE'S GOR-GEOUS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

*Commercial*

*Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful….don't hate me cuz I speak true!* -and now the boos return once again, though many cheers can suddenly be heard as the crowd sees Turf make her way out to the stage with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon-

Madden: Please welcome...The Mean Girls!

-Turf is wearing her "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" t-shirt that has an arrow pointing to her face. She is also wearing an eyepatch on the eye that was struck; it has the word "BOSS" written across it in purple gems. She is also wearing brass knuckles on her fist that is shaped like the word "BOSS", as well.

Vultarian: Wow. Diamond and Turf look beautiful.

Overdrive: Yeah.

Vultarian: We switched roles there.

Overdrive: Indeed.

Vultarian: Wow.

-Diamond grabs a mic, and stands in the middle of the ring sassily, with Silver and Turf flanking her sides-

Crowd: HOW'S YOUR EYE? HOW'S YOUR EYE? HOW'S YOUR EYE? HOW'S YOUR EYE? HOW'S YOUR EYE?

-Turf stands onto the middle rope in front of her, and flips her eye patch open, revealing a swollen shut eye that is bruised black to the brim-

Turf: THERE YA GO, BITCHES! HAVE FUN SLEEPIN' AT NIGHT! -Turf removes herself from the rope, as the crowd cheers-

Crowd (singing): WHY DON'T YA HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT? FIRE AWAAAAAAAAYYYYY!

-Turf rolls her eyes, as Silver Spoon puts an index finger to her lips, telling the crowd to silence themselves-

-Diamond Tiara says something, but she is drowned out by the looped singing of Pat Benatar-

-After about a minute of this, Silver turns to Diamond, and you can hear her lightly say "they're not stopping."-

-Finally, Turf GRABS the mic out of Diamond's hands, fire in her eyes-

Turf: Shut the fuck UUUUUUUUPPPPPP! -she screams, and the crowd stops to cheer in light of Turf's anger. Turf drops the mic into Diamond's hands, never taking her eyes off of the fans-

Crowd: WE GOT YOU! WE GOT YOU! WE GOT YOU! WE GOT YOU! WE GOT YOU!

Turf: -shakes her head viciously and shrugs with a raised eyebrows- What the FUCK?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?

-the crowd has obviously been fucking with Turf this whole time, and are getting a kick out of it. Even Diamond can't help but grin for a second. She does a nice job of turning it into a smarmy one rather than a grin of legit happiness-

Crowd: CALM DOWN, TURF! CALM DOWN, TURF! CALM DOWN, TURF! CALM DOWN, TURF! CALM DOWN, TURF!

Turf: I AM CALM! -the crowd erupts in cheers once again-

Crowd: RAGE FOR US! RAGE FOR US! RAGE FOR US! RAGE FOR US! RAGE FOR US!

-Turf has her hands in her face at this point. She runs them down the entire length of her face, making her eyelids enlarge. She then turns to Diamond, giving her a look of plead and misery-

Turf: Diamond….please…..TALK. They're KILLING me….

Crowd: THANK YOU TURF! THANK YOU TURF! THANK YOU TURF! THANK YOU TURF! THANK YOU TURF!

Diamond: You should all know by now that we are more IMPORTANT THAN YOU! AND WE HAVE PLACES TO BE! -the crowd finally boos, as Diamond smirks as she realizes that she finally has their attention-

Crowd: 123-RAGE! -all of the audience then screams like a maniac- 123-RAAAAAGEEEE! -they scream a second time- 123-RAAAAAAGEEEEE! -they scream once more-

-Turf begins jumping up and stomping on the mat over and over in frustration. The crowd cheers once again-

Crowd: THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE! THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE! THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE! THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE! THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE!

-Turf falls to her knees and gets into tornado drill position, putting her arms on top of her head. She soon sits cross-legged on the mat, shaking her head furiously as tears begin cascading down her face-

Crowd: AWWWWWW!

Turf: YOU'RE SO MEEEEAAANNN! -she runs her hands through her poofy hair as tears begin to make her mascara run. She is completely at the end of the line-

Crowd: WE ARE SORRY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*WE ARE SORRY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ARE SORRY! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Turf: LEAVE ME ALOOOOOONNNNEEEEEE!

-Silver gets on her knees and begins comforting her friend. Meanwhile, Diamond finally loses it-

Diamond: YOU WANT YELLING?! -crowd responds with "YEAH!"- YOU MADE HER CRY! YOU'RE ALL MONSTERS, SO I'LL BE A MONSTER TOO! I'M GOING TO MAKE BERRY PUNCH CRY THIS SUNDAY! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU ALL CRY! I WILL LICK YOUR TEARS UP FROM THE GROUND! I AM A STONE COLD KILLER! I WILL EAT BERRY PUNCH ALIIIVVEEE! I WILL EAT AAALLL OF YOU...ALIIVVEEE! I AM DIAMOND TIARA! I AM BETTER THAN THIS! I AM BETTER THAN ALL OF THIS! YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL FOR REDUCING ME TO THIS! SCREW YOU ALL! I HATE YOU ALL! I AM BETTER THAN EACH. AND EVERY. SINGLE. ONE OF YOOOOUUUU! AND I-

-The sound of glass shattering ceases the crowds consistent booing, which nearly drowned out Diamond's monologue once again. Berry Punch and Scootaloo walk down to the ring as Diamond drapes her arms over the top rope, looking out to the floor below. Silver has gotten Turf to stand up, as she wipes some leftover tears from her eyes-

Overdrive: Wow.

*Now trending on Twitter: #MessinWithTurf (number 1 trend worldwide), #MONDAYNIGHTRAGE, Rumble*

-As Scootaloo and Berry enter the ring, Diamond powerwalks away from the ropes, and into Berry's face-

Diamond: WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU WAAAANNTTTT?!

Berry: -taken aback by the sudden outburst, she shakes her head away from Diamond with bulged eyes- ….Well damn, girl….you kiss your daddy with that mouth?

Diamond: YOU GO TO HELL TOO! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!

Berry: Oh, really? I never noticed...I mean, crackin' a beer bottle against my head? Insulting me for problems that I should be dealin' with? Why, I thought we were on the best of terms….

Diamond: WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?!

Berry: -looks over a Turf, who is gritting her teeth now, truly back to her old self- I just couldn't help but hear ya say that...you're a "Stone...Cold...Killer"?

Diamond: WHAT?! DO YOU WANT ME TO YELL LOUUUDDEERR?!

Berry: -sticks a pinky in her ear, and rustles it around- Diamond Tiara, you DUUMMB bitch….you ain't never killed never in your life, and ya sure as hell ain't gonna kill ME!

Diamond: I WILL! I SWEAR THAT I WILL!

Berry: Swear? Well, damn. Ain't nobody know more about swearin' than me! And I SWEAR, the only stone you've ever come into contact with, is them earrings danglin' from your lobes. The ones your daddy bought for ya at the Pawn Shop. -crowd OOOOHHH's- You thought they were expensive, but nah, he bought 'em for 15 bucks and some change. Hell, I'm shocked he thinks you're worth even THAT much…

Diamond: LEAVE MY DAD OUT OF THIS!

Berry: And ya don't even deserve 'em...what ya DO deserve, though...is...the ASS. KICKIN'. -looks up as she says- OF A LIFETIME! -the crowd cheers- And I'm...the one that's gonna give it to ya...because I'm the MARBLE. COLD. KILLER.

Crowd: MAR-BLE COLD! MAR-BLE COLD! MAR-BLE COLD! MAR-BLE COLD! MAR-BLE COLD!

Berry: I'm gonna stomp a sandcastle...in your ass..AND WALK IT DRY! And then…-she turns her attention to the Chick Combo champions with a threatening serious face- Me and Scoots...are comin' for them titles, ladies...and you ain't gonna screw us again...H'AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LI-IIIIINNNEEE….-hands the mic to Scootaloo-

Scootaloo: -looks at Berry quizzically- What was it again? ...Oh, right….because Marble. Cold. -she gets in Turf's face- Said s-

-Scootaloo is cut off guard as Turf punches her in the forehead with her Boss knuckles, which sends Scootaloo to the floor in a heap. Berry is on the move to help her, but she is blindsided by Silver Spoon and Diamond-

-Scootaloo is shown to be bleeding from the forehead as Turf shoves her out of the ring with her boot, the boos deafening-

Diamond: SILVER. GET THE COOLER!

-Silver nods with a smirk, and exits the ring. She searches under the ring for a moment, and pulls out a cooler from underneath. She picks it up, and slides it into the ring. Turf rubs her hands in anticipation, as Diamond opens the cooler, and pulls out a bottle of Bud Light. She has a hard time twisting it off, but finally is able to do so, as a white mist flows from the top of the bottle, symbolizing that it is ice cold-

Vultarian: I think we all know what Diamond is going to do with that alcohol.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Diamond walks over to Berry, who was laid out with The Diamond Cutter as Silver was fetching the cooler, and begins to pour the beer all over Berry's face. It runs down her cheeks, and begins to soak the mat-

Diamond: Drink up, Berry! -she laughs- Sunday...I'll be drinking your TEARS. -the bottle runs out, and Diamond throws it to the side, swiping at her hands in case any specks of the sludge got on them-

Crowd: WASTE OF LIQUOR! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WASTE OF LIQUOR! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* WASTE OF LIQUOR! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

-Diamond and company leave the ring as Scootaloo crawls slowly into the ring, bloody forehead and all, to check on her fallen partner-

Random Fan: -as Turf and her besties begin walking backwards of the stage, surveying the damage they caused- C'mere, Turf! I wanna punch you!

Turf: YOU AIN'T PUNCHIN' SHIT, BITCH! SIT YOUR ASS DOWN!

Fan: Please, Turf! I just wanna punch you!

-Turf gets in the dude's face-

Turf: You wouldn't punch a champion…..-she holds her title in front of him-

Fan: -frowns- You're right…-he lightly strikes at the gold with his fist-

Turf: -smirks at the fan with only one side of her face- Aren't you a cute little shit? -she pats his cheek and walks off to rejoin her friends on the stage. The fan immediately gets on his phone with a huge smile, probably to Tweet about his experience-

-The Mean Girls stand together on the stage and hold up each other's hands. Silver and Turf's title take up space in the air, as each girl wears an accomplished grin, we take our final commercial break-

*Everybody's starry eyed...and everybody glows...OH!* -SUPER MEGA CHEERS STUFF-

Madden: The following TAG TEAM contest..is scheduled for ONEFALL! Introducing FIRST! From LONEYVILLE! Weighing in at 127 POOOOUNDSS...RAAAARITYYYYYY!

Overdrive: Wow. Rarity looks beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed. In 6 nights at Retribution, she could look even more beautiful if she defeats Sunset Shimmer, to become Crater Chick champion.

Overdrive: Yeah.

-Rarity slaps hands with the fans, before entering the ring, pointing an index finger in the air as she walks to the ropes-

*WELCOME TO THE DANGER ZONE!* -the cheering continues, with no signs of letting up-

Madden: Aaaand HER PARTNER! From CLOUDSDALE! Weighing in at 123 POOOUNDS….LLLLLLLLLIGHTNIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG...DUST!

Overdrive: Wow. Lightning looks confident.

Vultarian: Indeed, as she should be, after picking up a huge rebound win against Rarity. We know that these two are going to be able to get along...but will their opponents?

Overdrive: I don't know.

Vultarian: Me neither.

*And now….it's all over now…* -THE BOOS ARE BACK IN TOWN! BOOS ARE BACK IN TOWN! Spread the word-

Madden: Aaaand THEIR OPPONENTS! First! From CANTERLOT! Weighing in at 142 POOOUNDSSS….she is, the CRATER. CHICK CHAMPIIIIIOOOOONNN….SUNSEEEEEEETTTTTTTTT…..SHIMMERRRRRRRR!

Overdrive: Wow. Sunset looks beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed. Don't let Flash hear you say that, though.

Overdrive: Yeah. I've never wrestled anyone before, so that wouldn't end well.

Vultarian: No, it would not.

-Sunset stands on the apron and overlooks her two opponent. She removes her title from her waist, and holds it in the air, whilst looking at Rarity with a wicked grin. She then waves at Lightning, who is looking like she wants to pounce. Rarity makes no attempt at holding her back, but Lightning will wait for the right moment-

*A hundred thousand stories...have filled my head….* -the boos are decreasing more and more every week, but they are still there...lingering...waiting...for what? DURRR DUNNO-

Madden: Aaaand HER PARTNER! From LONEYVILLE! Weighing in at 123 POOOOUNDS...she is, the ETERNAL...WOMENS CHAMPIIIOOONN….TWILIIIIGGHTTTT…...SPAAAARKLLLLLEEEE!

Overdrive: Wow. Twilight looks beautiful.

Vultarian: Indeed.

-Twilight enters the ring, refusing to stand next to Sunset, as she hands her championship to Madden outside of the ring-

Overdrive: Do you think this will be a good match Vultarian?

Vultarian: I have no clue.

Overdrive: Me neither. Let's find out.

Vultarian: Okay.

-Twilight meets Rarity in the middle of the ring, and shakes hands with her. Sunset saunters over to Lightning to try to do the same. The crowd begins to boo at the gesture-

Crowd: RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF!

Sunset: -completely ignoring the fans- Hey, girl….good luck….

-Lightning responds with a friendly smirk, as she shakes Sunset's hand. The crowd knows something is up, and they are pleased with Lightning nails Sunset with a roundhouse kick to the head after shaking her hand. This sends Sunset rolling to the floor, in front of the announce table-

Overdrive: Wow.

-Lightning and Twilight make way, as Lightning bounces off the ropes, the crowd's "OOOHHH" rises the closer she gets to her destination. Finally, Lightning dives out of the ring, and takes Sunset down to the floor once again with a Rolling Senton, landing on her feet as the crowd goes wild-

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

-Lightning grabs Sunset by her trunks and slides her into the ring. Lightning stands on the apron, and then springboards off of it, catching Sunset with a missile dropkick-

Lightning (to Twilight): I've already kicked your ass this month! I wanna play around with THIS bitch for a bit! WAIT YOUR TURN! -the crowd cheers, as Twilight obliges by putting her hands up in surrender, and leaving the ring. Rarity goes to her corner, as the bell rings-

Main Event: Lightning Dust and Rarity vs Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer

-13 minutes later-

-Rarity and Sunset are the legal women. Rarity tags Lightning, and lifts Sunset into the air in an Electric Chair position. Lightning climbs to the top rope with her back turned, sending the crowd's minds into a frenzy as they try to figure out what she could be doing-

Vultarian: What could this be?

-Light flies off of the top, hitting Sunset, still on Rarity's shoulders, with a MOONSAULT! This turns Sunset inside out, and because of this, Sunset's front lands on top of Lightning's back on the way down-

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

-Lightning recovers quickly, though, and pushes Sunset off of her and onto her back. She hooks her leg-

-1…...2..-Sunset kicks out to the shock of the audience. Lightning Dust, however, keeps her composure. She stares at Twilight, and walks over to her-

Lightning: Didn't break up the pinfall, huh? You SCARED? -she slaps Twilight, causing her face to turn from enjoyment to "I'M TICKED."-

-Lightning senses a disturbance behind her, so she moves out of the way just as Sunset was getting ready to clobber her with forearms. Instead, those forearms meet Twilight's head, sending her to the floor-

-Sunset growls in frustration, and turns around to be met with a swinging neckbreaker from Rarity, who Lightning had tagged in seconds before-

-11 minutes later-

-Lightning and Sunset are the legal women again, as Sunset had just blind-tagged herself in, even though Twilight was in firm control, having hit Lightning with the Spell Check only seconds before-

Overdrive: Wow.

*Now trending on Twitter: Lightning Dust, #StrangeBedfellows, #DustdayDevice

-Sunset enters the ring cockily, shoving Twilight lightly out of the way. Twilight is offended by this, as she should be, and grabs Sunset's shoulder and turns her towards her, their faces inches apart from the other-

Twilight: I had her beat!

Sunset: Ever thought that maybe I want to pin the bitch? This is a TEAM effort, Sparkle...it's not always ALWAYS about YOU.

Twilight: ...pin THIS! -Twilight sends a right hand Sunset's way, but Sunset ducks, and the fist collide's into Lightning's cheek, sending her tumbling down to the canvas. Twilight immediately regrets even throwing the punch, as she puts her hands over her head. Sunset takes advantage by shoving Twilight out of the ring, and then running over to the other corner and thrusting her shoulder into Rarity's abdomen, sending her flying off the apron, and her sternum crashing into the barricade-

Overdrive: Wow.

-The crowd boos heavily as Sunset turns towards her prey, a malicious grin on her face. She quickly advances towards Lightning, picking her up, and planting her with The Last Sunset!-

-1…..2…..3!- -the boos climax, as Twilight re-enters the ring just as the bell is rung. Sunset scurries out before Twilight can exact revenge. Sunset forcefully grabs her title, and backpedals up the ramp with it clutched close to her chest-

Madden: Here are YOUR WINNERS! TWILIGHT SPARKLE, and SUNSEEETTTT….SHIIIMMERRRR!

Vultarian: Twilight inadvertently won herself the match, but she wanted to pin Lightning.

Overdrive: Yeah, she did. Sunset took advantage of the animosity around her, however. And that's why she's a champion.

-Twilight offers to help Lightning to her feet, which, of course, Lightning doesn't accept. She soon helps herself to her own feet, and has her eyes fixated on the Eternal Womens championship that Rarity is bringing into the ring. Rarity hands the title to Twilight, to which she graciously accepts-

-Rarity pats Twilight on the shoulder, and then shakes Lightning's hand, before leaving the ring-

-As Rarity is walking up the ramp, she is blindsided by Sunset, who thwacks her in the head with the Crater Chick title. Sunset was hiding on the left side of the ramp, by the technical equipment. Twilight and Lightning immediately dash up the ramp to help Rarity, but Sunset is already gone by then-

-As they reach Rarity, Twilight and Lightning finally realize that they are in the same place. Their eyes meet, and then simultaneously travel down to Twilight's championship. Their eyes then encounter each other again, as Lightning makes the "I will be champion" gesture across her waist. Twilight nods at her optimism, as Lightning places 6 fingers in front of her face, signifying 6 days until Retribution-

-The show goes off the air with Lightning and Twilight locked in an intense staring contest on the ramp, as Rarity holds her head on the steel floor-

Match Results:
Fleur De Lis defeated Apple Bloom by pinfall (12:28)
Bon Bon defeated Cloudchaser by pinfall (11:32)
Berry Punch defeated Twist by pinfall (3:19)
EGO defeated SLIME by disqualification (16:06)
Flash Sentry and Rumble defeated Damien Sandow and Bill Nyeker by pinfall (18:11)
Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle defeated Lightning Dust and Rarity by pinfall (24:21)