//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: The power of Sin Cara. // Story: Magical Wrestling Adventure in Equestria // by Tommyspud //------------------------------// John Cena and Twilight Sparkle stopped at the doors of Friendship Castle, the princess was still carrying the restrained and unconscious body of Brock Lesnar with her magic. The WWE Superstar’s first instinct was to look up at the Castle. He held a hand to block the sun as he gave a long whistle, “It’s bigger than Vince’s Mansion.” The Princess looked over at him as she dropped Brock, right on his face. Brock muttered in his unconscious state, the drop not really waking up the massive beast. Twilight then replied, “Vince? Who is Vince?” Cena laughed as he picked up Brock over his shoulder, “He’s… my boss. Truthfully, the man can be… a bit egotistical and crazy. He’s had my back a lot though. Pretty much since my first days wrestling in the WWE. Anyways… where are we?” Twilight grinned, “John Cena, welcome to Friendship Castle. It’s my home here in Ponyville. Let me get that for you.” She once again picked up Lesnar with her magic, before bringing him inside. Cena followed close behind. She looked back at him, speaking, “So, do you know this human?” Cena rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah… Brock Lesnar, The Beast. He usually hangs around with a fat walrus looking guy though… His name is Paul Heyman. The fact that he’s not here worries me. He’s probably planning something. Something big. Really big. Speaking of which, do you know how to locate Sin Cara?” Twilight set Brock Lesnar down on the floor of the main hall, a couple members of the guard walked up and attempted to drag the hugely muscular man away. They didn’t have much success, so about another four guard ponies walked in, and finally they were able to pull the Beast down to a holding area. The Princess turned to him, her wings extending a bit and they folded back up, “I might know something, but you’ll have to follow me.” She turned around and headed back to the main room of the castle, where the map was. In an unknown location. The prone form of Sin Cara was dragged in by Erick Rowan and Luke Harper, a bag was over his head, as the leader did not want to have the luchador know where exactly he was. Luke Harper set him down in a chair, and removed the bag from his head. The other side of the room was mostly darkness, but a light turned on, revealing Bray Wyatt in a rocking chair, he grabbed his beard, “Do you have any idea how much trouble it took for us to find you? Do you know how much we need you right now? You have a destiny to fulfill, to let us spread darkness and fear across the lands. Your power is needed… and we’re going to push it to its limit.” Bray Wyatt gave a crazy laugh, as the lights flickered, revealing that they were in a warehouse of some kind…. Also Braun Strowman, the Black Sheep of the Wyatt Family, was standing outside a makeshift wrestling ring, standing right next to a trampoline. Bray Wyatt laughed again, before he stopped laughing suddenly, looking at Sin Cara, “You remember the past you, right? You remember that trampoline… We need you to use it again. Open up the hole that the forces of darkness need. Do so willingly, and you will be spared from the apocalypse. If you choose to not help us spread…” Luke Harper suddenly picks up Sin Cara, grabbing him by the throat by both arms and lifts him into the air. Erick just tilts his sheep mask-covered face at this. Sin Cara tries to claw at Luke’s Arms as he’s getting choked. Bray smirks at the situation of Sin Cara, “You’ll live and die a million times in an instant. I give you the illusion of choice, but you, like everyone, really have no choice.” “Bray, call your family off. The man is useless if he dies, and we don’t want that, would we?” Bray waves off Luke, and Sin Cara is put back into the chair as a man walks out from the corner of the room. It’s… the advocate of Brock Lesnar, Paul Heyman. He’s got a big smirk on his face, a sickening one, the same one he had when his client defeated The Undertaker at Wrestlemania. He walks over to Sin Cara, staring at the Luchador, “You see… Mr. Cara. My client, Brock Lesnar had gotten bored of the WWE, he won the title, defeated John Cena, defeated The Undertaker, that he wanted to go attempt to conquer a new land. You sent him there, I know you did. That’s alright, he provides me an… opportunity. You see, I want to do something. I want to do it to SPITE Vince McMahon. I’m going to take all his best wrestlers, and I’m going to take them with me to that new land. We will own everything, it will be the glorious empire that Vince never could muster. With Brock Lesnar and The Wyatt Family, we have made a good start to the path of breaking Mr. McMahon. I only regret that I won’t be able to see every second of his breaking down. Now… come on Sin Cara, I know you’re upset that Vince has never really given you a chance, and I’m giving you the opportunity to start a new empire.” Sin Cara just stares at Paul Heyman, and attempts to spit at him, but… well, he’s wearing a mask, so spit ends up leaving through the bottom of his mask. Paul just shakes his head, pointing at Luke. Luke picks up Sin Cara again, and begins walking him towards the trampoline. Sin Cara is fighting it the whole way. Suddenly a box topples over with a thud, and everyone in the room turns over to it, expecting someone to rush from that side. Suddenly, from the other side of the room, DEAN AMBROSE POPS OUT OF A TRASHCAN, throwing the lid at Luke Harper’s face. It hits him straight in the mouth, causing Luke to let go of the luchador. Erick rushes after Ambrose, but suddenly, Roman Reigns jumps out from the boxes, hitting him with a Superman Punch, sending Erick’s mask flying as the man stumbles around. The Samoan, Roman Reigns, cocks his wrist as he looks at Bray. Braun has already left the ring and rushes Roman. Braun attacks Reigns, as Bray Wyatt laughs in the chaos, grabbing Sin Cara, dragging him over to the Trampoline. Bray lifts Sin Cara up, but Ambrose hits him in the gut with his head, causing Sin Cara to drop… directly on the Trampoline. Sin Cara flips through the air, as Ambrose looks over, “Hey, Roman, brother, we’re going on a trip, get the popcorn ready.” Roman throws Braun into a bunch of cardboard boxes, as he looks over at Sin Cara, shouting out loud, “Oh, no, no we’re not. GRAB HIM!” Suddenly, a black and red masked man goes swinging by, the light reflecting off his orange beard as he shouts, “OLE!” He goes down to grab Sin Cara with his hand, but Sin Cara’s hand misses by inches, as he lands straight on his neck in the middle of the ring. The pure botching power of Sin Cara on the trampoline makes a portal open, but something’s different… It seems to be pulling people in, as it pulls Sin Cara in…. and the masked man soon after. Ambrose stares at Reigns, “… This is why you don’t ask for Generico!” The Wyatts quickly rush into the portal, along with Paul Heyman. Ambrose and Reigns look at each other, before also running inside of the portal. The portal slowly pulls more things in, as the doors of the room open up, revealing a few more shadowy figures, one of them speaks, “… Well, that can’t be good. Xavier, Big E, you guys think we should go after them?” One of the shadowy figures, the shortest one, is slowly being dragged towards the portal, he attempts to walk the opposite way, to try to fight the pull, but eventually turns around, “Forget it, I got this, just like I got the Power! IT’S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS! Let’s just go!” Back to Equestria and the Friendship Castle. John Cena sits in a chair, staring at the Princess who was on the other side of the Equestria Map, he blinks in confusement, “Tracker? You mean you put some kind of tracker on the Luchador?” She gave a slight nod, “That human gets into so much trouble, the girls and I thought it would be best if we at least made sure to know where he was, so he wouldn’t cause as many problems. Truthfully, it wasn’t on the radar last time I checked, but maybe…” She pulled out an action figure of Sin Cara, looking at Cena, “I can explain, he had this on him when he visited. Some kind of figure, so this thing should show us where he is. I just need to activate the tracker on it and…” Her horn lit up as the figure glowed, and suddenly began moving on the map in front of both of them. It stopped above the Crystal Empire. She blinked at its location, “The Crystal Empire? What could he even be doing there?” John rubbed his chin with a pair of fingers, thinking, “… Well, his portals could theoretically send anyone anywhere in this world. I mean… I was brought out here in Ponyville, Brock was probably in that forest, and… Sin Cara was over there. I mean… what if…” John Cena couldn’t finish his thought as suddenly another portal opened above them, spitting out the red and black masked luchador, right down on top of the map. He landed back first, letting out a grunt, as he spoke, slowly getting up, “Generico no… dealing with Sin Cara anymore. No bueno. Bad, very bad. Si. Need Tacos.” Cena and Twilight just stared at the sudden appearance of El Generico. Generico looked from one to the other, staring ahead for a few moments, then pointed a finger in the air, “OLE! Generico obviously dreaming. Cena and purple burro. No Rey Mysterio.” He slowly laid down, pretending to sleep. Cena pulled Generico up and shook him, “What happened, what are you doing here?” Generico stammered out words as he was being shook, “Walrus, no bueno. Beards, crazy red, samoa man. Sin Cara fell on trampoline. No bueno at all, portal everywhere! Chico Guerrero Taco ENCHILADA!” Cena dropped Generico back onto the map, “… Princess, we… we might be in trouble here.”