DJ leaned back in his chair, plugging the phone into the stereo system, his personal music filling the room. 'Chop Suey!' the first song on the playlist. He leaned back, and grabbed the newspaper that was on his stereo. It was a day old, but he was still interested in the outside world. What was happening in Manehatten? Appleoosa? He learned that a distance branch of the apple family had purchased a mountain range, renaming it the "Appleation mountains." But the paper he held in his hands, wasn't so far away.

     A picture of him, screaming in Luna's face, a look of anger and hate filling his eyes with static and blood behind him. Luna, holding back tears. DJ brought his hand to his mouth. "Good God..... is that really what I looked like?" He looked at the faces in the background. Terror writen all over them. He looked back at himself. A feeling of gief washing over him.

     "Another Nightmare?" He read. "At the Grand Galloping Gala, everything was perfect. The beverages; perfect. Snacks; perfect. Atmosphere; perfect. The dresses; perfect. So what was the big disturbance that everypony is talking about? That, has both fact and fiction writen all over it.

     "So let's start with the facts. Princess Celestia had said that she had a special guest, a newcomer. Not only to the city or country, but the world. This means that our visitor, is an alien from another planet. She called everypony together so they could all watch a musical performance, performed by this alien. However, this was not what we were expecting.

     "The alien could not use magic, and had to use a ring, containing channeled magic, to do it's performance. The performance involved blood, screaming, foul language, and rebellious attitute towards our Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna."

     DJ crumpled the paper into a ball, tossing it into the trash bin across the room. He didn't need to read anymore. He knew what it would say. 'Deadly, dangerous, and alien!' He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. He was starting to realize what he had done. He had not been planning for his future, and just closed multiple doors.

     But, when one door closes, another opens.

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     Ryan glanced over to Celestia. "Why do they look like they are about to kill me?" She asked.

     As the two had left the castle for a tour of Canterlot, the reaction had been the same. A death glare towards the human. Celestia looked over. "It is because of DJ's actions at the Grand Galloping Galla. You see, he already told you what he did, but has yet to actually see what he's done."

     "You mean his scare at the party?"

     She nodded. "In their eyes, he assaulted me and my sister. He is considered a terrorist, a threat to our peaceful nation. However, few saw them with their own eyes. You fit the description, standing on two legs, blue eyes, hair only on your head. The diffrences may be ignored right now."

     "Are they going to do anything to me?" Ryan asked, placing her hand om her hip, and once again, the pistol was missing.

     Celestia shook her head. "As long as they see us talking, they will only gaze. I will be making an announcement this afternoon to show you and DJ mean us no harm. That s where we are going now."

     "To the spa he works at?" She recieved another nod. Ryan smiled. "He wasn't joking about that?" She started laughing. "Oh, that's hilarious! He wouldn't be caught dead in a spa, let alone working in one!"

      "He is considered to be one of the greatest massage therapists in Equestria, some say even farther. He usually requires an appointment, but a few ponies had to cancel theirs, I managed to squeeze one in for you and I. It has been far too long since I have been away from my royal duties."

     Ryan shook her head. "It must be tough being you, especially these last few weeks with DJ."

     Celestia nodded. "It has been difficult, but we've made it through so far."

     Ryan grinned a little. "He's doing a lot better than I would have expected though. Football's his life. Even though his season was over, proffesional was still playing. He hasn't had a chance to watch another down."

     "What of the film on his phone?" Celestia asked.

     "Film gets old. He memorizes it, you could ask him a random question on a random play, and he'd get it right."

     As the two entered the Spa, they were greeted by a warm smile and bow. "Princess Celestia! It's always good to see you!" She looked up at Ryan. "Oh? Who is this?" She asked.

     Ryan stuck out her hand. "Ryan." She said with a grin.

     "Well, Ryan, you are the only other human in this world I've seen. Are you here to see DJ?' Or DéJà?"

     "DJ..." About that time, the bass in the other room hit, sending shockwaves through the building. Ms. Hooves sighed.

     "He always listens to that music so loud!" She complained. She shook her head. "His first appointment isn't for another hour. He always gets here pretty early, and likes to listen to it as loud as possible."

     Ryan pointed to a door. "Is he in there?" She received a nod. She started for the door, Celestia followed behind.

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     DJ sat with his back turned to the door, arms crossed, and eyes closed. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Trying, for the first time since his arrival, conscious meditation. He had been trying every other night in his dreams the ancient relaxation technique, and it helped calm the dream down, but when he woke, he was refueled with hate.

     He decided, that with every pony wanting him dead, and bringing up past events, he should try to calm down the world around him. Of course, it would really be him that had calmed down, but in his mind, everything would no longer be moving at a million miles an hour.

     But, meditation was only a temporary solition. He was violent by nature. He needed to feel adrenaline pumping through his veins. Looking across the green, rubber, grass into the eyes of the offensive front. Feel every fiber in his body lifting hundred plus pound men into the air, slamming them into the tar. He needed violence. But he saw his mistakes. The violence he was causing, was random. Chaotic.

     What he needed wasn't a tornado ripping through a tornado park, throwing things in different directions. He needed TNT, placed in pre-drilled holes in the side of a mountain, blowing ruble into a large abyss. He needed violence, but controlled violence. The kind you find in the trenches. The kind you find on a field, on the court, in the ring.

     The bass pounded in his ears in the small room. He couldn't help but smile. He had an answer. As he opened his eyes, he realized

     He was awake.

     He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Deedje?"

     He opened his eyes, and looked over his shoulder. Ryan had a concerned look on her face. He grabbed his phone, and turned the music down. "Yeah, what's up?"

     "You alright?" She asked. DJ saw a white object behind her. No doubt Celestia.

     "Never better." He said. He looked at Celestia. "Quick question, do you have anywhere with a padded floor?"

     Celestia and Ryan frowned. "Padded floor?" Theh asked in unison.

     "Yeah, Ryan, like the Multi." He looked at Ryan. "Every Tuesday and Thursday."

     "Oh! Yeah!" She said. She looked at Celestia. "Real soft, cushiony. Bouncy almost."

     "The Manhatten asylum for the mentally unstable has something like that. The rooms are verg small though."

     DJ frowned. "Seriously? Mentally unstable? And why isn't Pinkie already locked up?"

     "Random, happy, and energetic are not symptoms of mental instability."

     DJ shook his head. "How long would it take to get some of the floor? Twenty yards long, ten yards wide."

     "It would take less than a week, a little over four-hundred bits." She said. "What are you planning?"

     "Until I can get my real intentions into the open, I need a way to, legally, blow off steam. A game, from Noble."

     Ryan looked at DJ and facepalmed. "You aren't seriously talking about what I think you're talking about, are you?"

     DJ smiled and started nodding. "You know!"

     Celestia shook her head. "What are you two referring to?"

     DJ looked at Celestia. "No Man's Land, and Powerball."

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     A few days later.

     Trench and Willie walked through the doors into a small, yellow padded, enclosed, stadium. Trench looked around at the ponies around him. Skinny, fat, muscular, lanky, slow, fast, strong, weak. Unicorns, earth ponies, and pegasi. He looked over to his friend. "What do we do now? We're here."

     Willie grabbed the flier with his magic. "It says that it starts at six. That's about five minutes from now." He rolled it up and put it back in his bag. "I guess we just wait?"

     Trench sighed and sat down. "It hardly said anything. Just show up and there'll be games." He looked around the room. "Some games." He said, stiffling a laugh.

     Willie sighed. "Don't get your feathers in a bunch, we're early. I'm sure the games will be fun?" In all reality, he wasn't too sure himself.

     A few minutes passed, and a large door opened. Trench and Willie looked up, and their eyes immediately went to the size of dinner plates. "Princess Celestia!" Everypony in the room said, bowing down.

     "My little ponies..." she started, they all looked up. "We have been given the opportunity of a lifetime. New games, from new lands. However. For you to participate in these new games, you have to promise me you will not act with haste." She recieved a chorus of 'Of course!'

     Celestia nodded. "Then I would like to introduce you to DJ, the one who will explain thw rules, and will be playing with you." She turned around. "DJ..." She called. Next Chapter: .....divide? Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 3 Minutes