Off in the locker rooms of the WWE a few hours before an event.
We join our hero, John Cena, sitting down on a bench, wearing a pair of headphones, listening to some Machine Gun Kelly. His head bobs a bit as he looks straight into his locker, looking at his other shirts and various attires. Today he’s decided to go with the standard Minnesota Vikings Purple ‘Hustle Loyalty Respect’ shirt and the purple hat. Suddenly the lights flicker as a Pink Portal appears out of nowhere, dropping a blue and yellow masked wrestler face first on the locker room floor next to him. John Cena pulls off his head phones, looking at the portal and the luchadore in confusement. “Sin Cara? What are you doing here, man?”
The luchadore, Sin Cara, quickly kips up to his feet, pointing his finger at the portal, just staring at it. John Cena looks at the portal, before turning back to the non-speaking Sin Cara. “That place isn’t like Slam City, is it? I don’t know if I could handle being a mechanic again.” Sin Cara fakes rolling up his sleeves, and walks back towards the portal, tripping and slamming his face right on the bench. He holds his nose as he rolls around, probably has a broken nose again. John Cena sticks his hand in the portal, attempting to feel around inside it. “I don’t really feel anything, Cara. Are you sure there’s something in here?”
He pulls his hand out of the portal, turning towards Sin Cara, who is still selling his broken nose by rolling on the ground, still not saying a word. He rubs the back of his head. “At least it’s not your finger again,” Cena says, while the head of a specific pink party pony slowly sticks out of the portal, looking towards Sin Cara and John Cena. Sin Cara stops rolling around, pointing his finger at the Pink Pony’s head, as it smiles at him, then suddenly pulls Cena through the portal. Sin Cara kips up, running towards the portal. He jumps as it disappears, slamming himself, head-first, into Cena’s locker and his attires.
Cena looked around at his whereabouts; he had been pulled into the portal by something… pink. He thought about it, as he looked around at his location. Everything was a lot more colorful, as if he was in a Cartoon… But not like the Rock ‘n’ Wrestling Cartoon, something far more recent like this. He couldn’t help thinking that he’d seen this place before. Suddenly, he heard a hyperactive voice, “Hey! Ihopeyoudidn’tmindthatIbroughtyouthroughtheportalsowecouldbefriends, ImeanthewrestlingandmylittleponysubredditsgottobesuchgoodfriendsthatIthoughtwecouldbefriendstoo, Mr.Cena!”
Cena turned around and looked down at the Pink Pony, who was taking a big breath, as his eyebrow rose, “Where am I, exactly?”
The Pink Pony grinned, and stood up, doing a ‘ta-da’ motion. “Welcome to Equestria, Mr. Cena. Now let’s have a party with me, Pinkie Pie!”
Pinkie Pie suddenly pulled out a Kazoo out of a mailbox and begun playing John Cena’s theme on it. Cena suddenly reached out and grabbed the Kazoo out of Pinkie’s mouth. “… Look, it’s not that I’m not happy to meet you. I had an important show that I got pulled from. I mean, I’m supposed to go on and wrestle for all my fans in a few hours, and they would be disappointed if I didn’t show up. Not to mention… It’s Seth Rollins.”
Cena didn’t like Seth Rollins much at all, as Pinkie Pie gasped, “Seth Rollins? He’s a meanie! Don’t worry Mr. Cena, we’ll have you back before your match.” Pinkie began hopping around Cena, and then began to hop towards Ponyville, “But let’s have the party!” Cena rolled his eyes a bit, and followed the Pink, possibly insane, Pony. As soon as Cena entered Ponyville, a light mint pony suddenly jumped onto his arm, clamping itself to his arm, he quickly shook his arm. “What are you doing,” he asked.
Pinkie turned and gave a loud gasp, grinning. “LYRA, Hi, how are you doing? Want to have a party with me?”
The mint pony called Lyra slowly slinked down Cena’s arm, looking at his hand, “Has anyone told you that you have beautiful hands?”
Cena stopped shaking his hand to look over at Pinkie. “What is she doing?”
Lyra was literally nuzzling his hand, probably getting attached to it, all of a sudden, she jumped off, singing. “I’ll be back.” Lyra quickly ran off.
Pinkie led Cena into Sugarcube Corner, he ducked inside, removing his hat as he did so, nodding towards Mr. and Mrs. Cake when he saw them. “Hello Sir… Ma’am.” The two owners of the establishment were shocked, to say the least, by the man’s appearance. John looked over at Pinkie, “Don’t tell me, Sin Cara was here, wasn’t he?”
Pinkie laughed, “Yeah, the masked guy was funny, he tripped, and slammed his face into some cake, it went EVERYWHERE! I even got some of the cake in my mouth. I think he’s quite the party human!”
Cena shook his head, “I’m… not surprised by his actions. He tries, though.” Cena turned back from Pinkie to the two Cakes, “I’m not a klutz like him, so…. I’m just going to sit down, if you all don’t mind, of course.” The two nodded as Cena took a seat at a table.
Pinkie looked up at him from the table, “Let me go call my friends, so we can set up your party, okay Mr. Cena?”
Pinkie gave a bit of a chuckle and quickly hopped off, Cena trying to talk to her as she left, “You don’t really have to throw any sort of party.” Too late, the pink mare had left the Corner, and Cena shook his head before turning to Mr. and Mrs. Cake, “Is she always like that?”
The two gave a light chuckle, as Mrs. Cake responded, “Oh, dear, don’t let it worry you, she likes to throw parties for anypony and everypony she meets, even if they aren’t a pony.”
The former WWE World Heavyweight Champion couldn’t help but also give a light chuckle at all this, “Sounds like pre-jealousy Adam Rose or Bayley. Truthfully, I know a few wrestlers who would love to see this place. Xavier Woods, Big E Langston, Bayley for sure… probably a vast majority of the divas division. It is quite different than what I’m accustomed to.”
The door opened, with a bell, as a trio of fillies walked in, not noticing John Cena, luckily. They walked over to the counter, ordering some Milkshakes. Cena looked at them, noticing their colors, one had a white coat and a purplish mane with a horn, one had a yellow coat and red mane, wearing a nice bow, and the last one had an orange coat and purple mane with wings as well. Cena sat there, as Lyra also walked into the Corner, carrying a measuring tool with her magic, strolling directly up to him, and grabbed his hand, measuring it. Cena just completely stared at her, “What are you doing, exactly?”
Lyra couldn’t help but chuckle as she stopped measuring, singing, “Nothing, human, don’t you worry one bit.” She then booped him right in the gut before prancing off.
The three fillies looked over at him, and the jaws hit the floor. He just stared at them, giving a light nervous chuckle before standing up, and walking back to the door. One of them quickly dashed over to him, the earth filly with the bow, looking up at him, “You’re another human, ain’t cha? Mah sister met one of ya before, he was standing on the roof of the barn. He fell right off of the barn and landed on his head, he did!”
Cena blinked, looking down at the filly, “Was… he wearing a mask, by any chance?”
The yellow filly nodded, “Yes he was! I’m Applebloom,” she then gestured to her friends, “That’s Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Hey girls, want to talk to a human!”
They both replied quickly, “DO WE!” Both of them quickly drank the rest of their milkshakes and dashed over, looking up at Cena. Scootaloo raised a hoof, “I got a question.”
Cena gave a bit of a chuckle, “Alright, what is it?”
Scootaloo grinned widely, “Can you fly?”
Cena blinked, “Uh… well, I don’t have wings, I don’t fly. Though I’ve been on a flying machine before.”
Sweetie Belle grins also as she responds, “Oh, you mean a balloon?”
The wrestler shakes his head, “No, I mean, well, humans have created machines capable of flying, and I’ve taken a ride in some of those.”
The three all were in awe of this fact, before Scootaloo’s eyes narrowed, “You aren’t just pulling our hoofs, are you?”
Cena chuckled, “If there’s one thing that I, John Cena, don’t do, it’s lie. My fans would not allow it.”
Applebloom blinks at the comment, “Ya got fans?”
Cena gives a nod, “Yes, I’ve been blessed with being pretty popular where I’m from.”
A snotty voice filled the air, as a pair of fillies walked in, “Look, it’s a liar. Only a loser would hang with those blank flanks, even if they aren’t a pony.”
The grey one chuckled a bit, “Good one, that was a good one.”
The pink one poked Cena in the leg, “I guess losers have to stick together, don’t they?”
The silver one chuckled nervously seeing the full size of Cena, “Uh… don’t you think you should stop?”
Diamond Tiara laughed haughtily, “Why should I, the loser isn’t going to do anything, because he’s a loser!” Cena just looked down at the pink filly, seeing her diamond tiara cutie mark, then looked at her friend. The three fillies he was talking to were looking… sad at being insulted. Cena reached down and picked up the spoiled filly, who shouted and wiggled, “HEY, PUT ME DOWN, MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS! HE HAS ENOUGH BITS TO BUY YOU AND EVERYTHING, PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW YOU DIRTY HUMAN!” Cena walked a few steps, over to the trashcan, before dropping her inside, then walking back to the four other fillies.
The spoiled filly’s friend had her mouth wide open as Cena looked at her, “I feel bad for you having a friend like that who doesn’t appreciate you and acts like that.” Cena turns to the three as he puts his hat back on. “Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, I’ll see you all later. Have a nice day, don’t let bullies like that get you down.” He then opens the door, looking back at the Cakes, “I’ll be back in time for the party, don’t worry, Sir… Ma’am.”
He then exits the corner, as Diamond Tiara wiggles in the trashcan, stuck, “HEY, HELP ME OUT HERE INSTEAD OF JUST STANDING THERE SILVER SPOON, I’M STUCK IN THIS DIRTY THING!”
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone, deep in the Everfree Forest, another portal had opened in the middle of a timberwolf pack. A big musclebound shadowy figure emerged from it, the portal closing behind him. The timberwolves turned to him and rushed him en masse. He quickly caught one with a clothesline, instantly breaking it, madly punching a few others. One of the timberwolves rushed directly into a rough knee, as the shadowy figure roared in anger. He grabbed one of the rushing timberwolves, turning it around and german suplexing it onto its head, but he kept hold of it, as he repeatedly suplexed it. The timberwolves around noticed this, and quickly ran off. He picked the timberwolf off the ground, and hoisted it on top of his shoulders, turning it around as he jumped up, falling, slamming it directly into the ground. The timberwolf exploded into timber as the man stood up, his blonde hair showing in a little bit of light as he roared as loud as he could, birds scattering into the sky.
To be continued.