The Next Day.....

Town Hall....

It was now Saturday, one night after the infamous "Ponyville Plunder". That's what everyone would be calling it from now on. From the events that transpired, it looked like everyone had a great time....If only they could remember it. Big Mac and Applejack had drunk sex in front of Apple Bloom, giving her some unsanitary ideas of how she could spend her time with Kit, Freddie sang karaoke for much of the night, but he was not able to keep his usual angelic singing voice while he was drunk, so the lyrics just came out as gibberish.

Ryback twirled around like a ballerina, Fluttershy got her birds drunk so she could be drunk friends with them, Nova screamed for much of the night, Pinkie ate a lot of sweets, and the sweets combined with an unholy amount of alcohol to create enough vomit to make a giant pool for half of the Population of Idaho, Twilight and Rarity shared their puke with eachother, but not before licking the ear of Austin, and grinding their gears against CM Punk's thighs respectively.

Rainbow Dash pretended to be Derpy, totally oblivious to her surroundings, she crashed into the ground of Equestria numerous towns, soon enough, she would be in China, where she was able to destroy Godzilla. I'm sure the Chinese will have a statue prepared for her the next Eon she returns....

Luckily, none of the children consume ANY alcohol, thanks to persuasion from Punk, Austin and Marcus, and while the parents of the kids made complete asses of themselves, Punk, Austin and Marcus volunteered to take the children to their homes, thank gosh the parents complied to give them their keys, or else the kids would have to watch the whole ordeal.

The facts are, only 5 ponies in Ponyville, excluding the kids, did NOT get drunk last night: Austin, Punk, Marcus, Trixie and Ze. Although Trixie and Ze were fucking the whole night, it still counts.

The sober ponies went to their own houses, and they left all of the drunk ponies to slip unconscious, and sleep the night away on the ground. You could say it was a little harsh, but it's their fault for drinking the shit!

If anypony should get the blame, though, it should be Freddie. Freddie filled up the punch-bowl with some type of Pink alcohol, similarly the same color as punch, it was called "Fuchsia Fields".

Ironically enough, the beholder of the chaos, Freddie Hediger, was the first to wake up, what he first noticed was the humongous mess around town hall. There was a lot of vomit, and a LOT of sleeping ponies. Freddie groaned.

"Dammit..." Freddie thought. "I shouldn't have done that..." Freddie of course, had a hangover, as would all of the other ponies when they woke up. Freddie experienced hangovers quite frequently over the course of his life, he was 31, and surprisingly enough, the usually mischievous Freddie actually waited until his 21st birthday to go on his first binge of alcohol. He could remember it very fondly....

Flashback.....

November 12th, 2002....

"HERE IS YOUR WINNER...FAAAREEEDDDIIIIEEE....HEEEDDIIIGGEERRRR!!!!!" Shouted Howard Finkel over the microphone. Freddie had just beaten Triple H in the main event, at a house show in Portland, Oregon, it was non-title, as Triple H was the World Heavyweight Champion at the time, but the win still kept Freddie near the top in contention for the World Title, but Freddie had bigger things to worry about right now...It was his 21st birthday, and he had been looking forward to it for quite some time.

Freddie rarely followed the rules, which he took after his parents. The first time his dad drank Alcohol, he was 15. The first time his Mom smoked a cigarette, she was 9. Now one thing Freddie vowed he would NEVER do, was smoke a cigarette, the smell was awful, Some days, Freddie didn't even need an alarm clock, the hacking of his mother was all he needed to be awoken. Freddie NEVER wanted to see his children to see him like that, so he made a promise to never even get into cigarettes. Sure, peer pressure followed him through 8th grade, all the way until he graduated from high school, but Freddie kept his promise, and he has still never lit a cigarette in all of his days, and he still keeps the intention that he never will.

Alcohol, however? Freddie was interested in it. It smelled better than cigarettes, and most definitely tasted better, too. Freddie would find his dad, passed out in a chair almost every night, due to his father being a heavy drinker. This sometimes worried Freddie. He would always call his father "Pathetic" in his mind when he walked by and saw him slouched over in his Lazy-Boy chair. But, even with all of the horrible things those people that came to Freddie's school twice a year said, Freddie wanted to know what alcohol tasted like. But, Freddie believed those motivational speakers as well, he believed them when they said that alcohol could take people's lives, but Freddie knew that when they day came....He would be very, VERY careful of how he went about it.

He also promised that he would not drink alcohol until he was 21, even though many times a day, Freddie felt the urge to just get a fake ID, go into a Mini-Mart, and buy some brewskis.

Of course, this, was impossible. Freddie was a big star in Music when he was 15, and a lot of the human population knew what he looked like, and knew how old he was. Freddie could have just used a disguise, but he didn't feel like going through all of that trouble just for some alcohol.

So, he waited, like he said he would. It was a better improvement then when he said he would never do Drugs, but that didn't work out. But that's a different flashback, for a different time.

"Hell of a match, Freddie." Said The Undertaker, the American Bad-ass. He patted Freddie on the shoulder.

Freddie laughed. "Thanks, Deadman. There's no better feelings than going out on your 21st birthday, kicking ass, taking names, and sending the crowd home happy."

Undertaker nodded respectfully. Freddie reminded him a lot of a younger him. They had the same work ethic: The fans matter more than the paycheck. They didn't kiss Vince McMahon's ass, and they weren't in this for themselves, 'Taker taught Freddie all of this when he first came to the WWE in 2001. Most people in the locker-room shunned Freddie for being "Just some punk music kid who thinks he can makes it in REAL entertainment", but Taker could see Freddie had the passion for the business that he hadn't since, well, himself. Taker took him under his wing, and when everyone noticed that the Rookie was hanging out with the Captain of the locker-room, which The Undertaker was, they started to hang out with Freddie too.

"About that..." Taker began. "It IS your 21st birthday, and I'm kind of parched...So, do you wanna go raise some hell at the bar?"

Freddie grinned from ear to ear. The Phenom was asking him to go to the bar! If there was anyone he'd like to get drunk with, the answer would be the living legend himself, The Undertaker.

But, unfortunately...Freddie already had plans. Plans he PROMISED he'd make.

"I'm really sorry, Deadman..." Freddie replied. "But I already made plans to hit the clubs with Jeff." (Hardy, that is.)

Taker smiled understandingly. "Hey, no problem, man. We can raise hell some other time."

Freddie grinned. "Hell yeah! Course!"

Undertaker chuckled, and began to walk off. "You have the time of your life, Hediger. Bag some chicks for me."

Freddie laughed. "I would expect nothing less from myself!" He then walked off to find one of his more....Err, unstable friends, Jeff Hardy. He found him in his locker room, all dressed up and ready to go.

"What's up, man?" Jeff asked as he hugged his friend. "Ready to get the hell out of here?"

Freddie smiled. "Course, man, I'm ready to taste the wonders of alcohol!"

Jeff laughed. "Alright, alright, that's what I like to hear..." He then went to his locker-room door, and closed it shut. "But, uh....Why you in such a hurry?"

Freddie was a bit curious to know Jeff was talking about, but he was still smiling. "So I can go drink some beer, Jeff!"

Jeff chuckled. "We've got all the time in the World for that! This is your birthday, man...." Jeff then pulled out a bag containing white powder. "So let's get WICKEEEDDD!"

Freddie stared at the bag, he knew EXACTLY what it was....Cocaine. Atleast Jeff was doing the light stuff this time around....However, Freddie had NO interest in it.

"Fuck no, dude..." Freddie replied, putting his hands up. "I'm trying to get drugs out of my life. Besides, you don't wanna get suspended, do ya? You barely got through the last drug test they did."

Jeff chuckled. "Don't sweat it, man...This company's drug policy BLOWS! They only give us one a year, and even then, they do it all half-assed! I've got nothing to worry about."

"What about your health, though, man?" Freddie retorted, scrunching his nose in disgust. "Cocaine is one thing, but we're going out to drink in a few minutes! You don't mix both of those together, dammit!"

Jeff sighed in frustration, and threw the bag back in his saddlebag. "Fine, man.....But you REALLY need to live life to it's fullest."

Freddie rolled his eyes. "It's kind of hard to live your life to it's fullest when your buried 10 feet in the ground." He said angrily.

Jeff just chuckled. "Okay dude, sorry. I wont put you in these situations anymore. Now can we PLEASE just go get fucking wasted?"

"Yeh." Freddie said in his imitation of an African American.

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Jeff drove to the place known as "Strip n' Stagger". It was a Nude Bar, featuring some of the sexiest ladies in Portland. It was well known across the area, and Jeff and Freddie decided to see what all the fuss was about.

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Freddie and Jeff sat at Table/Strip area. Jeff was definitely hammered, but Freddie was not, and had no intention of getting drunk on his 21st birthday. Freddie loved women, some would call him a quote on quote "Man-Whore", which Freddie thought was a little harsh, you can NEVER have too much of a good thing, after all. He first had sex when he was 16, with one of his groupies, then the next night, he had sex again with a different groupie. And then the next night, and many nights after that, he banged chicks. He was still only 21, but he had slowed down with the sex a little bit, as he didn't want to dig himself an early grave. Freddie wanted to find his future wife, and that was one reason he want to so many strip-clubs. Yes, it may sound odd, but Freddie thought it would be the perfect place to find that certain someone for him.

Just when Freddie was about to give up, as he had figured out that this place wasn't worth the hype. There were too many white girls, and yeah, Freddie was Caucasian, but he also had German, Swiss, Swedish, and Native American in him, so he wanted to find a girl with a nationality he didn't have. So far, this place only supplied white girls.

"Comeon, Jeff...Let's blow this joint." Freddie suggested to a drunk Jeff. All Jeff did was give Freddie his phone in response, to kill his brother Matt. Freddie was about to dial the numbers, when he saw.....HER.

An incredibly sexy female, dressed in what you would think strippers would wear, but this stripper was....Different. For once, Freddie could tell, even though he had a few drinks inside of him, that this girl was CLEARLY Hispanic. Freddie gave the phone back to Jeff, and took a seat once again. He watched the girl work the pole like he had never seen before, in turn, his penis grew larger than it ever had in his life.

Freddie could see that each time the girl spun around on the pole, her eyes were on HIS. Freddie's heart skipped a beat everytime this happened. This sexy thing was watching him, probably because she knew who he was. He decided he couldn't take it anymore, he NEEDED to have this girl in his life!

"I couldn't help you noticing me...." Freddie said loud enough, so she could hear him over the usual strip club music.

The stripper stopped what she was doing, and smiled at Freddie. "Well, how could I not?" She replied, the Hispanic accent kicking in. "I mean, you're FREDDIE HEDIGER!"

"Who cares about my name?" Freddie said. "I want to know, what is YOUR name?"

"The boss calls me "Border Hopper"." The girl answered.

Freddie frowned. Of course, she gave him her stripper name....That wasn't good enough. Plus, that's just a mean alias. "Don't give me that, sweetheart...I want your REAL name." He was determined to get to know this girl.

"My name is Marisol." The girl replied.

"Marisol...." Freddie thought. "So....Exotic."

"That is a very pretty name." Freddie complimented, Marisol blushed in response.

"Thank you! It's an honor to bring you pleasure, Freddie Hediger!" Marisol replied, obviously enthusiastic.

"Sweetheart, please." Freddie continued. "You haven't brought ANY pleasure to me yet. I will get pleasure, when I get to know you better." You sly dog, you....

Marisol gasped in surprise. Someone famous wanted to...Get to know her?! This sure would give her reputation a boost! "I want to get to know you, too! But...I can't just up and leave work...."

"You sure you want to work for someone that calls your "Border Hopper?" Freddie asked, chuckling.

Marisol frowned. "I don't like being a stripper, honest....But it's easy money."

Freddie nodded, understanding. Most strippers her met...Were just whores, they did this for fun, he rarely ever met a stripper, that did this for income, but everytime he did, it made Freddie depressed, it really goes to show, people will do ANYTHING for money.

"I'm going to be straight up honest with you, Marisol..." Freddie began. "I think, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life...." Marisol gasped, and her face turned a violent shade of red. "I turned 21 years old today, I had my first drink of Alcohol, but I want to set ONE more milestone..."

"What's that?" Marisol asked curiously.

Freddie smiled ever so genuinely. "I want to have my first REAL relationship, with a REAL girl. And I want that...To be you."

Marisol's heart skipped a beat, she could barely breath after a few seconds, Freddie had to calm her down. "I....I.....I can't believe this...."

"I want to take you away, away from all of this...." Freddie said, gesturing at the surroundings. "I know, it's odd, but I did NOT come here for a simple booty call...I came here, for LOVE....."

"But....But why me?" Marisol asked, on the verge of happy tears.

"Because, when I look at you...I look at a girl, who is here for all the wrong reasons....You shouldn't be here, Marisol...." Freddie explained. "You should NOT have to do this for Money....."

"You're right, Freddie..." Marisol agreed. "I just....Don't know what else to do...."

"If you want, we can get to know eachother a bit more." Freddie suggested. "I can take you away from all of this, and, if I have made a difference in your judgement....You can quit all of this shit....And you can become a wholesome female."

Marisol smiled sweetly. "I'd....Like that very much..."

Freddie smiled in return. "Just so you know, I'm NOT having sex with you tonight....This will be my first real, official Relationship....I just want to get to know you first."

Marisol nodded in agreement. "You can stay at my Hotel with me for the night. In the morning, I will buy you some clothes....Clothes that, don't look like this..."

"Deal!" Marisol said, hugging Freddie. She felt so warm, it captivated Freddie. He REALLY hoped this worked out, he didn't want to screw this up. He REALLY didn't.

That night, Freddie did in fact find his future wife. After less than a year of knowing eachother, Marisol and Freddie tied the knot, and they had three children together, Damian, Kit and Tate.

Freddie convinced Marisol to quit the stripping business forever, as a replacement job, Marisol became a Real Estate distributor, a job that paid TONS more money than her previous job…

Freddie figured he was set for life now. He finally had received the girl of his dreams, but his marriage didn’t even last 10 years. On June 12th, 2012, just 5 months until the 10th anniversary of the happy couple’s first encounter, Freddie caught his wife cheating on him with one of his best Friends, Zach Gowen. That same day, Freddie filed for divorce, and Marisol agreed to file, as well.

The moral of the story is….Don’t look for true love…In a fucking strip-club.

Freddie chuckled at the good old days, but he wondered why he had experienced his second flashback in 24 hours...Hmm, it was probably nothing.

"About time you woke up, you pathetic piece of Trash...." Said CM PUNK, who had just shown up at the scene of the chaos with Austin and Marcus, as well.

"Screw you, man." Freddie retorted, finally standing up on all fours, now. "I made a mistake, I'll admit it, but I don't need you to remind me."

Punk chuckled. "That's my job." Freddie scowled.

"We were just amazed how you got EVERYONE in town drunk except for me, Punk, Marcus, and all of the children." Austin said, shaking his head at such tomfoolery.

"Yeah!" Punk protested. "And just what the HELL were you thinking?! There were CHILDREN at that party!"

"Like I said, I made a mistake..." Freddie replied.

"There was a very high chance that your kids would've gotten AIDS last night..." Marcus said with a chuckle. "Actually, that would be pretty cool."

"You WOULD think that." Punk said, glaring at Marcus. "You're just as cynical as The Built in Karaoke Machine over here!" Marcus and Austin laughed as they remembered how funny it was watching Freddie sing "What is Love" by Haddaway.

Freddie laughed. "Holy shit, did I sing karaoke?!"

Marcus nodded. "Yeah, bitch, you were kickin' it old School, that's for sure...."

"Sweet..." Freddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

Few Moments Later.....

Luckily, the conversation those four had didn't awake anyone, so Marcus, Punk, Freddie and Austin took it upon themselves to wake up everyone else who was passed out. When they asked them, "Why don't I remember a lot from last Night?" Punk simply responded, "You just drank some stupid juice." After a while, mostly everyone went to their own homes and lives, but the Mane 6 and the other Humans stayed to chat.

Twilight was glaring angrily at Freddie. "How-how could you do that, Freddie?!"

Freddie gulped. Oh shit. "I'm sorry, evero-errr, Everypony! It's just....Parties are LAME without alcohol! Yeh, I said it!"

Punk facehoofed. "You are a vile, vile man, Hediger....You can have fun without stooping so low!" Most of the Humans and Ponies nodded in agreement.

"Ah'm disappointed in ya, Freddeh..." Applejack stated. "My sis coulda drank some'a that!"

"Hey, atleast Freddie didn't have sex with Someone in front of your sister..." Marcus said, snickering.

"What in the hay are ya talkin' about?" Applejack asked, raising her voice.

"Well, Applejack, ya seeee..." Austin began. "You, kind of...Had...Sex....With Big Mac...." Everypony's eyes widened in shock.

".....Do what now?" Applejack slowly said.

"Yup," Punk continued. "And Apple Bloom saw it. You two are HORRIBLE role models!"

"Eerrrrrr...." Was all Applejack could say.

"How are we gonna explain that ta her, sis?" Big Mac asked out loud.

"Well, umm...Think'a something!" Applejack blurted out as her mind went to work.

"What else happened?" Rainbow Dash asked, mentally giggling at all of the awesome things she missed.

"Well..." Austin began. "You kept ramming yourself into the ground, Dash."

"Sweet!" Rainbow Dash proclaimed, highoofing with Nova.

"Way to go, dumbass..." Nova snickered.

"You kept screaming, basically, Nova." Punk said.

"That's fucking BORING!" Nova shouted.

"Yeah, like that..." Punk stated, rolling his eyes.

"You gave alcohol to your birds, Fluttershy..." Austin said, Fluttershy squeaked in horror.

"Oh....oh my! I hope they're alright!"

"Nope...They're dead." Marcus joked. He noticed Fluttershy start to cry. "Sorry, I was just kidding. They're alive and well." This seemed to make Fluttershy calm down.

"Ryback twirled around like a girly Ballerina." Punk said, laughing. Ryback just blushed immensely, and then shrugged.

"Pinkie, you uh....Spun around like a top." Marcus said.

"Yay! I had the most fun!" Pinkie exclaimed, hopping around.

"Uuuuhhh...Yeah..." Marcus said, he still had to tell her EVERYTHING she did. "Than you....Uhh...Tried to...Have sex with me..." Pinkie immediately stopped bouncing.

"Oh.....Well....Ummm..." Pinkie giggled nervously. "Sorry? Yeah! Sorry, Marky!"

"She was just getting you back for almost doing it with her!" Punk said as he recalled the events of the meeting. Marcus growled.

"Shut the FUCK up about that!" Marcus retorted, growing angrier by the minute.

"What about US?" Rarity asked worriedly. "More importantly, ME!" She hoped she didn't do anything TOO un-lady-like.

"Well...Twilight you...Licked my ear." Austin said, chuckling nervously. Twilight blushed.

"I....I did?"

"Yup." Spike said, snickering. "You went to town on his Lobe!"

"SPIKE!" Twilight yelled, the little Dragon just whistled innocently. "I'm...Sorry, Austin...."

"Don't worry!" Marcus said cheerfully. "Other ponies have gone further with him than you did!" Austin punched Sims in the gut, causing him to groan.

"That's not true..." Austin said, scowling.

"That punch says otherwise..." Marcus coughed.

"I will NEVER drink alcohol AGAIN!" Twilight proclaimed. "My friends earlobes will now, and forever will be.....Saliva-less. Well, atleast MY saliva, that is."

"Twilight, dear...I think you are overreacting." Rarity said, laughing. "We cannot control what we do when our mind is elsewhere, and we should NOT blame Freddie for whatever occurred last night."

"You grinded your vagina against my legs last night..." Punk dropped the bombshell, smirking.

Rarity's expression then changed....10 fold. "I'm going to DESTROY YOU!!!!!!!!" She yelled, lunging at a cowering Freddie. But Twilight's magic caught Rarity in mid-air.

"What was that you said about not blaming Freddie?" Rainbow Dash snickered.

"THIS DOES NOT INVOLVE YOU!" Rarity snapped back. "All YOU did was smash your head into the ground, I defiled Phillip's legs! How DISGUSTING! REVOLTING! MORTIFYING!"

"Ya know, Rarity..." Punk continued. "I'm not mad...What you did last night, made me change my opinion about you."

Rarity suddenly smiled. "It did?"

"Oh yeah." Punk said, nodding. "I learned...That you really ARE generous, my legs appreciate you sharing your moist pussy with them..." He then glared at Rarity seriously.

Rarity immediately shouted once again. "Freddie...Your destruction will have to wait....BECAUSE PHILLIP MUST DIE FIRST!!!!!"

"Would you all PLEASE shut your traps?" Trixie said, appearing out of her shed. "The ANNOYED and EXHAUSTED Trixie does not take kindly to being awoken when she does not plan on being awoken!"

"We're sorry, Trixie." Twilight apologized. "There's just been...A little backlash referring to last night."

Trixie chuckled. "Ah, yes....Trixie and Ze heard you all and your ignorant happenings. Trixie only wishes she could have been there in person to see the HILARIOUS and LAUGHABLE hi-jinks you all were up to."

"It was VERY funny...." Marcus said, reminiscing.

"Trixie is sure it was an absolute RIOT!" Trixie replied, grinning.

"How about we all just calm down about last Night?" Freddie intervened. "I did something stupid, I made a mistake, I admit it. And I apologize to all that were affected. From now on, at your Parties Pinkie Pie, I will only bring alcohol, that you can TELL is alcohol, and I will NOT trick everyone into drinking it." The ponies all smiled at Freddie for his ability to know when he's fucked up, but Nova was pretty skeptical.

Nova coughed. "Bullshit." And then coughed again.

"I'm serious. I promise." Freddie said, smiling.

"PIIINNKKIIEEE PROOMMIISSEEEE?" Pinkie said, leaning right into Freddie's face, and raising an eyebrow.

"The what now?" Freddie asked confusingly, obviously still on Season 1 Episode 2 of Friendship is Magic.

All of the ponies, and Marcus sighed, and repeated the chant simultaneously. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye...."

"How did you know that Marcus?" Freddie asked, snickering.

Marcus scowled. "I live with her, you moron....I know all about her little antics...."

Freddie chuckled. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

Marcus crossed his arms. "Good. But whatever you do, don't break the fucking promise.....Her mane will become fire, and she will yell at you in a very demonic voice if you do." Freddie just stared at Marcus. "Shit happens." Marcus shrugged.

Pinkie giggled. "It's all truly ruly!"

"Okay. We forgive you, Freddie." Twilight said, smiling.

"Hey, Trixie....Where's Ze?" Nova asked, looking around for one of his best friends. Just then, Ze wobbled out of Trixie's shed. His legs and hooves were handcuffed, and he had whipped cream all over his body, and several whip marks.

"Holy crap, Ze." Austin chuckled. "What happened to you?"

"Ze does not wish to talk about it...." Ze replied, staring at the ground. "For Ze lost all dignity last night."

"Awww..." Trixie cooed. "Do not fear, slave! For, as Trixie's number one fan, it only gets better than that!" Trixie than grabbed Ze, and kissed him passionately. All of the ponies jaws dropped in disgust and shock.

"What?" Trixie said, smirking. "The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie acquired a WHOREISH and MASOCHISTIC...Sex-slave." Ze stared at Ze seductively, and Ze only gulped back.

Ze nodded sadly. "Yes, it's all true....."

"Do not be sad, slave!" Trixie said, slapping Ze. "Sadness equals WIMP, and Trixie's number 1 fan, and sex slave, will NOT be a WIMP!"

"Yes, mistress...." Ze said, sighing.

"WOOOHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Nova screamed. "GO ZEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

"Ummmmm....How....Was it?" Twilight asked, which she probably shouldn't have.

"Let Ze just say....." Ze began. "Ponies.....Know stuff.....More stuff than humans....."

Austin's left eye began twitching. "Ze....What the hell, man?"

"Trixie is.....Astonishing." Ze said, smiling. "Ze has never felt this good....."

"But, sugacube....Looks like ya've been whipped." Applejack said, studying Ze's marks.

"Oh, Applejack!" Trixie laughed. "These whip-marks, are nothing but badges of Honor! Ze should be proud! Noone has been able to bring it to Trixie's pussy like Ze did!" Everypony stared in shock at this new development.

Nova applauded, gaining stares from everyone. "What?! Is it so wrong to be proud for my friend, dammit!"

"It actually is." Punk said. "Especially when your HUMAN friend...Fucked a PONY! Man, talk about ripping away someone's pride..."

Ze puffed his chest confidently. "Ze may have had his pride stripped away from him.....But think about it like THIS.....Ze has gotten laid more times in the past week, than any of you!" Ze laughed, while the humans stared in shock.

"He....Actually has a point..." Marcus said, shaking his head in pain.

"We...Are so...PATHETIC." Freddie said, hanging his head.

"YES! Good job, Ze!" Trixie said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "When somepony makes fun of you, you CRUSH your spirits! The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie, has taught you WELL!"

Just then, John Lauranaitis, and his band of cronies were back. They figured that Town Hall would be cleaned up by now, and that all of the animals they saw the previous night were up in about, and they were right....Although, as soon as Damien Sandow and Brock Lesnar saw who EXACTLY they were looking at, they nearly fainted.

"Hello, ummm...Ponies?!" John gasped, his jaw dropping in shock.

"LAURANAITIS?!" All of the Humans said in shock and disgust.

"Men....Is that....IS THAT YOU?!" John asked, not believing what he was seeing.

"Hurr durr. D'AAAWWWWWW....." Jeff Ross cooed. "Look at all dese cute little Ponehs! HURR."

"And just who are YOU bozos?" Rainbow Dash demanded, flying around the humans.

"Introductions are not needed..." Daniel Bryan said, pushing Dash away. "All we want, is the W...W..E...Championship....Give it back, Punk!"

Punk just chuckled. "Well, well, well...If it isn't Goatface himself! Sorry, but the WWE Title belongs in the hands of the much more Deserving pony, and not some scuzzy, flea-carrying GOAT!"

Bryan was about to snap. "THE ONLY THING GOAT ABOUT ME, IS THAT I AM THE GREATEST. OF ALL. TIME! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Marcus snickered. "Screw off, Bryan. You're just jealous that even I'VE got a title, and you don't!"

"Do NOT go there, Sims..." Bryan said, pointing at Marcus. "I don't wanna have to make any of you tap Out....All I want...Is my title, then, we will be on our way!"

"ENOUGH!" Twilight yelled, causing all of the yelling and threats to cease. "I am sorry to raise my voice, but this is far too confusing.....We all want answers..." Suddenly, Twilight stared hatefully at John and his cronies.

"And we want them.....NOW."

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