Author's Notes:

This one came to me when I got back from taking a break and reread the part about Pinkie 'Throwing' names at Twilight and my mind interpreted it as Pinkie Pie literally throwing names at her. This is a more goofy deleted scene that I thought would be fun.

I think the best way to prepare yourself for it is to think about Super Smash Bros as you read it.

Twilight’s eye twitched slightly when she heard Pinkie Pie say she was going to ‘Throw’ a few names at her.

“Sure,” she said, “Go ahead and throw them.”

“Okaaay,” pinkie said warily, “But I must warn you, it may hurt a little bit.”

“Huh?” Twilight cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“Okay: what do you think about, ‘Magical Mystery Magicians’?!”

Pinkie pulled out a white object that looked like the block lettering of the name, ‘Magical Mystery Magicians’ in physical form. However, the next thing Pinkie Pie did was take the caption of ‘Magical Mystery Magicians’ and reel back like she was about to swing a baseball bat.

Twilight’s ears folded back, her eyes widened, and her face fell in terror as she slowly realized what was about to happen. Pinkie untwisted her body and swung the makeshift bat as hard as she could at Twilight.

There was a loud SMACK as Twilight was hit across the head. She rocketed towards the wall behind her with her mane and face flapping behind her as the wind pushed her facial features back. There was a sickening CRASH as Twilight’s head went through the wall and stuck out the other side with her eyes rolling around in their sockets. She shook her head a little to regain some sensibility and realized her head was now stuck in the wall with ponies laughing at the oddity of a princess in such a predicament.

Twilight blushed and propped her hooves against the wall behind her head and pushed. Her head popped loose and she tumbled backwards a little before landing on her butt holding her head again while her eyes rolled around some more.

“Uuuhh, Pinkie,” Twilight said dizzily, “What are the other names you wanted to try? Maybe you could try a different way of showing me.”

“Sorry Twilight, but you wanted to know them. Now, what do you think about, ‘Musical Cake Parade’!”

Pinkie pulled out another white caption from behind her and this time swung at the back of Twilight’s head, sending Twilight towards another wall; only this time she bounced off the wall and floor before coming back at Pinkie with her face smudged back again from the wind force.

Pinkie repeatedly pulled name after name out from behind her asking Twilight what she thought about that name before moving onto the next one.

Pinkie would yell, “WHAT ABOUT ‘GONE WITH THE WIND’, ‘FRISBEE CHAMPIONS’, ‘BALLOON BOMBARDMENT’, ‘ULTIMATE MUFFIN EATER’!!!!!”

Pinkie would swing and throw the names at Twilight who would bounce off the names from impact only to ricochet back off the wall, ceiling, or floor as Pinkie Pie batted Twilight back and forth like a pinball.

After a few more names by Pinkie, she bellowed, “WHAT ABOUT, ‘‘ULTIMATE HARD-CORE BATTLE ROYALE’!!!!!!!!!” With her final name, she raised it high above her head and slammed it down on top of Twilight with all her might. Twilight was crushed into the floor boards below her as Pinkie held her last caption. She waited a moment, then lifted to see the condition of Twilight underneath.

Underneath was a crater about a foot and a half deep with wood boards and splinters pointing up into the air. Twilight laid in the center of the crater with a drunken smile (missing a few teeth) and a stupid, wall-eyed expression on her face as she was knocked senseless and could only imagine a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on a rainbow.

She giggled quietly to herself and shakily said, “Look mommy! A pretty unicorn!”

Pinkie stared uncertainly at the results of sharing her ideas again, “Maybe I went a little too hard on Twilight…”

“Pinkie Pie!!” Pinkie cringed as the voice of the shop owners drifted down from upstairs, “Did you share your game idea names again?! We told you to stop doing that!!”

Pinkie cringed again, “Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Cake! I promise I’ll fix it!!”

“You better!” called the owners again, “I don’t want to have to make another insurance claim for ‘An accident’!!!”

“Yes Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie turned back to her friend who was now trying to touch the pretty, pink, fluffy unicorn, “Come on Twilight; let’s get you out of here.”