//------------------------------// // Friday Night Ascension IV // Story: Equestria Wrestling Federation // by chillbook1 //------------------------------// Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Friday Night Ascension!” said Discord, starting off the show. “The least droll part of your Friday nights! I am Discord Redrum, joined, as always, by my broadcasting partner Celestia Regal!” “We've got an exciting night in store for you tonight!” said Celestia. “And we begin with a message from the Intercontinental Champion, Luna Regal!”     There’s a Nightmare inside!     Luna Regal all but stomped down to the ring, apparently ignoring the explosive reaction she received from the crowd. Anyone watching could tell that something was different as she entered the ring, her Intercontinental Championship securely fastened around her waist. As soon as she was in the ring, she snatched up a microphone from the approaching timekeeper and flipped it on.     “I’m going to make things very brief, ladies and gentlemen,” said Luna, pacing across the ring. “Because I’m livid. Last night, at the DisHarmony pay-per-view, I stood toe-to-toe with none other than Aria Blaze. And she gave me a hell of a match, that, I can’t deny. It’s not the match I have a grievance with, no, it’s what happened after. When Adagio Dazzle intentionally got me disqualified to save her partner a loss from her record. When The Dazzlings, like sharks smelling blood in the water, ambushed me, jumped me! And now it turns out they’re on Trixie Lulamoon’s little team. The Sovereignty. Now, truth be told, I couldn’t give a damn about this Sovereignty nonsense, or who's the World Champion. I have my own championship to worry about. But The Dazzlings have made me their enemy! And, as such, the Sovereignty is my enemy! That is why I have come here tonight, to claim the final spot on Team Sparkle, to avenge my loss at DisHarmony and exact my revenge!”     To an explosive pop, a classic rock theme rang throughout the arena. Twilight Sparkle made her presence known, slowly stepping from backstage with a mic in her hand and a slightly nervous expression. She paused for a moment to let the crowd’s cheers die out before speaking.     “Luna, I know you have your issues with The Dazzlings,” said Twilight. “And a wrestler of your calibre would be right at home on my team.”     “I’m sensing a ‘however’, Sparkle,” snarled Luna.     “However… You’re not the only one with a grudge against Sovereignty. And you’re not the only one I want on my team.” Twilight began pacing, much like Luna had in the ring. “So… If you want on the team, I suppose I could give you the spot… If you can beat my other choice.”     “Twilight Sparkle, I will fight and pin the entire roster if that’s what it takes to get my hands on Blaze and Dazzle! Send out your challenger!”     “Very well,” sighed Twilight. “Good luck, Luna.”     The bright, peppy sounds of accordion floated throughout the arena, bringing with it the Outrageous Pinkamena Pie. Pinkie smiled at Twilight before cartwheeling down the ramp and sliding into the ring. She grinned at Luna before extending her arms for a hug. Luna politely declined, instead offering a hand, which Pinkie accepted and shook. The two broke away, their arms up and ready to fight.     “The Freak vs The Nightmare!” said Discord excitedly. “Not a match I ever thought I’d see, but anything can happen in the EWF!”     “A very high-profile match, indeed, with Nightmare Night implications,” said Celestia. “While neither of these two are known for holding back, they’re certainly going to be busting out all of the stops tonight.”     The bell rang, and the two came to a lock up in the middle of the ring. Luna gained the upper hand, sliding gracefully into a side headlock. Pinkie broke free fairly easily, twirling around Luna and grabbing her around the middle in a waistlock. Luna grabbed Pinkie’s wrists and forced them up until they were over their heads, at which point she slipped out easily. Pinke grinned, then slowly raised her right hand.     “Brilliant chain wrestling from both Pinkie and Luna,” said Celestia. “Not really what either of these two are known for, but, as I said, this is a night for pulling out the whole of your repertoire.” Luna raised her left hand to match Pinkie’s right, and laced their fingers together. They did the same with the other hand, and immediately went to work, pushing forward on the other and trying to bring the other to the ground. “And now, a classic test of strength. Ordinarily, I’d give this win to Luna, but Pinkamena Pie is almost supernaturally strong.” Almost as if to prove Celestia right, Pinkie wrenched forward, pushing Luna down to one knee. She barreled forward, pressing Luna to the mat for the pin. The referee didn’t even get a one-count before Luna bridged out of the cover. The two grinned at each other, determination etched onto their features, then brought their fists up to their face. They came to blows in the middle of the ring, fists flying through the air at a lightning-fast pace. It was difficult to tell who was gaining the advantage at first, but it soon seemed to be Pinkie’s fight; As Luna’s fists slowed, Pinkie’s did nothing if not pick up in pace. Soon, Luna dropped to one knee, giving Pinkie an opening. She got a running start and dove, taking down Luna with a crossbody and hooking her leg for the pin. One! Two! Luna powered out, immediately sliding to her feet. She rubbed her ribs gingerly before charging her opponent. She attempted to take down Pinkie, but was unsuccessful in budging the noticeably larger Pie. Pinkie took a wild right swing at Luna, who ducked it. This was Luna’s opening, and she took it; She leaned past Pinkie and tripped her up, dropping her onto her face. Luna immediately sprung into action, tying her legs up with Pinkie’s and arched back, hooking her hands beneath Pinkie’s chin and wrenching wildly. “The Tantabus! Luna’s got the Tantabus locked in nice and tight in the middle of the ring!” cheered Celestia. “Pinkie’s gotta tap! What other option does she have?! She can’t possibly take much longer in—” A classical fanfare blared, losing the rest of Celestia’s sentence in a sea of boos. To the general surprise and confusion of all present, Diamond Tiara slowly made her way down the ramp. Luna broke her hold on Pinkie Pie to stand and glare at the uninvited guest, who calmly took a seat beside Discord, grabbing a headset and putting it on. “What a wonderful surprise!” said Discord, genuinely overjoyed. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are joined here tonight by the Hottest Young Star in Wrestling, the Crown Jewel of the EWF, Diamond Tiara! I must say, Ms. Tiara, we were not expecting you here tonight!” “If you thought that I’d be resting on my laurels after crushing that little streetrat, you clearly don’t know the Wrestling Princess,” said Diamond Tiara. “And yeah, I’m tired. I’m sore. But I’m also the best damn professional wrestler to ever step foot in a ring, and that means I’m alway, always moving forward.” “I’m curious, Ms. Tiara,” said Celestia. “What exactly are you doing here?” “I’m calling a match, Regal. I figure you’re not doing it very well anyway, so I may as well give it a try.” Luna glared suspiciously at Diamond Tiara before returning her attention to her opponent. As she turned, Pinkie leapt into the air, grabbed Luna by the head, and drove her skull to the mat. “Maybe Luna wouldn’t have eaten that Party Favor DDT if she was focused on her opponent,” said Diamond. “Sloppy wrestling like that is making me think that her win over Valentine was a fluke.” “Luna has never won anything she didn’t deserve to win, Tiara,” said Celestia. “Everything she has, she’s earned. If she isn’t championship material, then I don’t know who is.” “Sounds like you’re biased to me, Regal.” Pinkie was just as exhausted as Luna after her Party Favor, the two of them fighting to their feet and regaining a vertical base at roughly the same time. Pinkie went for a headbutt, which Luna dodged. Luna then wrapped her arms around Pinkie’s waist, hoisted her up, and slammed her to the mat. She pinned Pinkie, failing to secure more than a one count. “Sloppy pin, as to be expected,” said Diamond. She sounded disinterested, but her eyes were laser-focused on the match before her. “I don’t know how Regal expects to pin anyone after such a substandard slam.” “It’s easy to critique one’s ringwork on this side of the ropes, Diamond,” noted Celestia. “Which explains why you do it for a living.” “What I was getting at is that, if Luna is such a sloppy wrestler, why aren’t you in the ring with her?” “Because, Regal, I’m not an idiot. If you’re good at something, never do it for free.” Diamond stood up from the desk, watching as Luna returned to her onslaught on Pinkie. “And this… This isn’t the payday I’m looking for.” Diamond dropped her headset onto the announce desk.  Luna kept her attention divided, half of her mind focused on delivering stiff punches to her opponent. The other half of her focus was shifted to Diamond, who stood at ringside and observed. Luna battered Pinkie, dropping her to all fours. Her eyes locked on her sudden spectator, Luna pulled Pinkie to her feet and pushed her into the corner, boosting Pinkie to the top rope. “Luna, going to the top rope! She looks like she's looking for the superplex!” called Celestia. “This could be the end of Pinkie’s bid for Nightmare Night!” Diamond Tiara boosted herself to the apron, shouting to get Luna’s attention. The Nightmare immediately dismounted to confront Tiara, only for Diamond to jump down with a smirk. Luna glared at her for a bit, trying her hardest to figure out just what she was up to. “Pay attention, champ,” said Diamond smugly. Luna growled, but turned her back to the pest Diamond Tiara.  Pinkie leapt from the turnbuckle, soaring through the air and smashing her head against Luna’s with an audible thunk! The champion fell like a bag of stones, apparently unconscious. Pinkie rubbed her forehead gingerly, then rolled over and covered Luna. One! Two! Three! Pinkie rolled off of her opponent, looking around in confusion. The crowd normally would be erupting in applause, but now, they seemed conflicted. Then, Pinkie noticed Diamond, and her satisfied smirk, and slowly put the pieces together. “Luna…” Pinkie attempted to help her opponent up, but Luna shrugged free of her grasp. “Did she…” “Yes… But I cannot blame you for taking your opportunity,” groaned Luna, clutching her head. “Christ almighty, you nearly knocked me out…” “Couldn't pull my punches on someone as tough as you.” Pinkie smiled at Luna, causing the champion to break into a small grin herself. She accepted Pinkie’s hand this time, standing up and shaking hands with the victor. “Do me a favor, Pie,” said Luna. “Kick some Dazzling ass for me.” “Oh, I'm smashing heads with anyone who gets in my way. Pinkie Promise.” Pinkie patted Luna on the shoulder, then rolled out of the ring and headed up the ramp. Luna turned to do the same, nearly bumping into Diamond Tiara. The Crown Jewel of the EWF held Luna’s Intercontinental Championship, smirking as she offered her the belt. Luna snatched it away angrily, glaring at Diamond.  “What are you doing here, Tiara?” snarled Luna. Diamond held her hands up in surrender and backed away, leaning against the ropes idly. “I've got a match, Regal,” said Diamond. “It was good seeing you work. You taught me a lot.” Luna glared suspiciously at Diamond before strapping her title around her waist and slowly departing from the ring. Diamond waved, then leaned against the ropes as she waited for her opponent.  “What in the name of all things holy is Diamond Tiara up to?” demanded Celestia. “She's poking a bear by interfering with Luna’s match.” “Anyone who has any knowledge of this industry knows exactly what just happened, Regal,” said Discord with a roll of the eyes. “And it shouldn't surprise me that you're oblivious to Diamond Tiara’s actions.” “Alright, Mr. Television Champion. What is Tiara doing?” “She's calling her shot, Regal. And I can’t wait to see her take it.” “The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Ponyville, weighing in at 135 pounds, who would like to be announced as The Hottest Young Star in Wrestling, DIAMOND TIARA!” A generic, classic rock theme played throughout the arena, bringing with it the thin, wimpy form of Diamond’s opponent. He looked unremarkable, but determined. In the EWF, determination was all one really needed, and so the fans welcomed him with respectful cheers and chants irregardless. “And her opponent, from Ponyville, weighing in at 143 pounds, SNIPS SIMMONS!” Snips rolled into the ring, his hands up to his face and ready to fight. Diamond looked at him, thoroughly unimpressed, but prepared herself for the match similarly to her opponent. “I wasn't even aware that Diamond was slated to compete tonight,” said Celestia.  “Likely because her opponent is so irrelevant that no one bothered to put him on the card,” remarked Discord.  Snips ran forward, attempting to grab Diamond into a tie-up. Tiara ducked him, then delivered a fierce elbow to the head. Snips reeled, but maintained a vertical base. Diamond took this to be her opportunity and swept Snips’ feet from under him, dropping him to his butt; as soon as he hit the mat, Diamond backed up and gave a running start, attempting to drive her knee into Snips’ face. Snips leaned back to avoid the knee, then grabbed Diamond by the tights and rolled her to the mat, pinning her shoulders in a sneaky schoolboy roll-up. One! Two! Diamond kicked out defiantly, immediately descending onto Snips and raining down heavy rights and lefts to her opponent. The referee attempted to pull her off, to check on Snips, but she continued her onslaught until the official’s count reached four.  “That mean streak of Diamond’s is bound to get her in trouble,” remarked Celestia. “She about an eighth of a second away from getting disqualified!” “Don't you think she knows that, Regal? Diamond Tiara understands that she had a full five-count,” said Discord. “Not a two-count, not a three-count, not a four-and-seven-eighths count.” Diamond broke away from her opponent, her hands up to show that she meant no harm. The official checked on Snips, confirming that he could continue the match. As he rose to his feet, Diamond studied him, analyzing him in search of weakness. Snips reclaimed a vertical base and the referee resumed the match. Diamond stuck out her chin, beckoning for her opponent. Snips ran forward, at which point Diamond spun on her heel and delivered an insanely hard spin kick to the side of Snips’ head. A sick smack echoed throughout the arena, eliciting a gasp from the crowd. Snips crumpled to the floor, unmoving save for his shallow breaths. “By God! Diamond Tiara gave her opponent all of that kick,” called Discord. “And he can keep the change!” “Keep the Change, hm?” mused Celestia. “Not a bad call, Discord.”     Curiously, Diamond didn’t go for the pin immediately. Instead, she raised Snips’ hand up and dropped it, letting it go limp. She smirked visibly at that before dropping down and covering her opponent.     One! Two! Three!     “The winner, DIAMOND TIARA!”     Diamond Tiara raised her hand above her head in victory, grinning madly to herself as she did. The crowd booed her, of course, but she didn’t care. She had bigger things on her mind than the EWF Universe. She had a plan to follow through on, and that required laser focus, among other things.     Diamond nudged Snips’ unconscious body one last time before rolling out of the ring and heading up to the ramp, phase one of her plan complete in spectacular fashion.     Diamond strolled into the locker room, taking a seat to recover. She glanced at her ankle, afraid she might’ve twisted it while delivering her match-winning kick. She shook her head, deciding that any damage was superficial. Her little breather done, Diamond stood up, preparing to hit the showers and head home, when she walked directly into the Intercontinental Champion. Luna glared at Diamond for a moment, her nostrils flaring at the self-proclaimed Crown Jewel of the EWF.     “What are you up to, Tiara?” snarled Luna.     “I learn by observing, Regal,” said Diamond. “And what I learned by watching you is that you should never turn your back on your opponent. So thanks for that lesson.”     “If you think I’m going to let you get away with this, you are sorely mistaken,” said Luna. “Next week. You and me. I wish to teach you something else. I wish to teach you what happens to those who meddle in my affairs.”     “Oh, I’ll be happy to face you, Regal. But you’ve got to make it worth my while.” Diamond smirked deviously, then pointed to the belt around Luna’s waist. “If I beat you next week, I want a title shot.”     “Done. Be warned, Tiara. I can see you dreaming. Dreaming of besting me. Dreaming of taking my title from me. But I promise you, I will take your dreams… And turn them to Nightmares.”     Luna stormed off, leaving Diamond with one of her trademark smug grins. She heard Luna slam the door on her way out, then turned and headed for the shower.     “And there goes phase two,” snickered Diamond Tiara.     Bon-Bon sighed before pushing the door open to the dressing room, where she was sure to find the proverbial thorn in her side. Sure enough, Lyra Heartstrings was there, taping her wrists in preparation for the coming match. Lyra didn’t even look up at her partner, preferring to pretend as if she wasn’t there.     “Look, Heartstrings, I get that you don’t like me,” said Bon-Bon. “And trust me, I’m no fan of yours, either. But what happened on Monday can’t happen again. We have to work together. We have to coexist.” Lyra stood up, cracking her knuckles threateningly.     “The two of us will ‘coexist’ when hell freezes over, Bon,” said Lyra. “Just get ready. We’ve got a match, and you better not screw it up for us.”     “Me screw it up? You’re the one who refused to tag me in!”     “I didn’t need you!”     “Yeah, you’re right,” snorted Bon-Bon. “You managed to lose without my help.”     “Listen here, Bon—”     “No, Lyra. You listen.” Bon-Bon stepped forward, standing nose-to-nose with her unwilling partner. “We tried it your way, and got our asses kicked. So now we try it my way. And if you’ve got a problem with that, take it up with Lulamoon and pray that you can get booked for an indie show.”     Bon-Bon huffed angrily before stomping her way out of the dressing room, her sights set on the ring.     The classy, angelic strings of Lyra’s themes floated out throughout the stadium. She marched forward, a visible scowl plastered across her features. She barely made it halfway down the ramp before her music was replaced with the bright, cheery pop of her tag-team partner’s. Bon-Bon emerged with her bowl of sweets, tossing candies out to the crowd as she hurried down to the ring. She rolled into the ring with her partner, offering Lyra a candy from the bowl. The former Intercontinental champion simply glared at her partner, ignoring the bow before her entirely.      “The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 345 pounds, the team of BON-BON AND LYRA HEARTSTRINGS!”     An angelic hymn floated throughout the arena, sliding smoothly into hard, grimy, industrial beats, and then a calm, tranquil country tune. A record needle scratched, and the rebellious rock theme of The Crusaders began.     We walk alone, through the unknown. We live to claim another victory…     “And their opponents, at a combined weight of of 258 pounds, accompanied by Applebloom, the team of Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, THE CRUSADERS!”     The three rookies marched their way down the ramp, a determined gleam in their eyes. Scootaloo led the charge, with her partner for the night just a step behind her and Applebloom bringing up the rear. Scootaloo was still a bit ginger in the way she moved, clearly still aching from DisHarmony. But she seemed intent on moving forward, as she kept pace with Sweetie when she hopped to the apron and stepped into the ring.      Bon-Bon offered the bowl of candies forward to her opponents in her unique display of sportsmanship. Sweetie Belle happily accepted, though Scootaloo politely refused. After tossing a candy to Applebloom, and spreading the last of the bowl among the fans, Bon-Bon was ready to begin. The official checked to make sure all four competitors were ready to go and, when he was sure that was the case, he called for the bell. Lyra quickly stepped out of the ring and to the apron, as did Sweetie Belle. This left Bon to start the match with Scootaloo.     “Time for our main event! Some tag team action to close out the show, this is an important match for both teams here,” said Celestia. “The Crusaders have had a bit of a rocky start to their time in the EWF, and this match could be what they need to get going.”     “Much the same can be said about Lyra Heartstrings and Bon-Bon,” agreed Discord. “This could be the match that decides their future in the EWF, or if they even have a future here. Trixie Lulamoon is undoubtedly getting annoyed with these two, and the most terrifying Trixie is an annoyed one.”     The two in the ring locked up, with Bon-Bon using her notable size advantage to bring Scootaloo down to the ground with a quick takedown. She scissored Scootaloo’s leg with her own, reaching forward in an attempt to lock in her Sweet Tooth Facelock. Perhaps predictably, Scootaloo managed to worm her way out of the hold fairly easily. Bon made it to their feet just in time for Scootaloo for Scootaloo to run forward and slide between her legs, her impressive speed and agility allowing her to to hustle to her feet and grab Bon around the middle.     “Impressive speed from Scootaloo,” noted Celestia as Scootaloo hoisted Bon up and brought her down to the ground. “And a nice takedown to follow up with. Scootaloo is looking good out there tonight.” Scootaloo slid around to Bon-Bon’s middle and delivered a stiff knee to the midsection, taking the wind out of her opponent. Scootaloo pulled Bon to her feet and continued working the midsection with rapid jabs. She spun on her heel, smashing her elbow into Bon’s head. Bon-Bon stumbled back and rebounded off of the ropes, wandering dizzily into a harsh haymaker from Scootaloo. Scootaloo kicked her opponent to the ground before pulling her up one more time and tossing Bon to the corner where Sweetie Belle was waiting. A tag was made, and Sweetie Belle slid into the ring, backing up before running forward to bury her shoulder into Bon-Bon’s midsection. “The tag team work of The Crusaders is quite impressive,” said Discord. “Quick offense, coupled with how they cut the ring in half is the sign of a great team. Look at how they isolate Bon-Bon from her partner.” “Not that Lyra would be much help,” noted Celestia. “From where I'm sitting, Lyra Heartstrings doesn't seem too excited to get in the ring and help Bon-Bon.” “Oh, Regal, come off it! Lyra hasn't even had an opportunity to tag! Give the woman a chance before you jump on her for not helping her partner.” “Fair enough, Discord. You’re not always so unreasonable.” Sweetie gave her opponent some space, but didn’t let Bon even begin to approach her corner before she grabbed her up in a front face lock. Before Sweetie could properly lock in her guillotine choke, Bon-Bon managed to push herself free. Bon-Bon drove a knee into Sweetie’s chest, creating further separation. Bon made a dive for her partner, just for Sweetie to grab her by the leg, pulling her closer to the center of the ring. Sweetie tied her legs with Bon’s, dropping down to the mat with her Figure Four Leglock. “And Sweetie has Bon-Bon right where she wants her,” said Discord. “She could tap out any moment!”     Bon-Bon fought in the hold, fighting with all of her might to avoid tapping out. She reached fruitlessly for her corner, but she was way too far to attempt a tag. Lyra glared at her partner, then quickly rushed into the ring. Seeing what was about to occur, Scootaloo did the same, running directly at Lyra. The veteran used her strength advantage, as well as Scootaloo’s own momentum, to slam her into the ground with a deep arm drag, slamming Scootaloo directly onto Bon-Bon’s chest.     “Ooh, that was an ugly one,” noted Discord. “It seemed that Lyra intended to break the hold, and, for what it’s worth, she technically did.”     “But it was Bon-Bon who paid for it,” remarked Celestia. They were both correct; The impact broke Sweetie’s hold, but at the cost of Bon-Bon’s chest. Lyra wasn’t done here, however. She grabbed Sweetie by the hair and whipped her across the ring to the Crusaders’ corner. The referee, trying to maintain order, ordered Scootaloo and Lyra to the apron, and order they both begrudgingly obeyed.     Once she was back in her corner, Lyra reached forward, urging Bon-Bon to crawl forward for a tag. Bon clutched her chest for a second before slowly making her way to her corner. On the other side of the ring, Scootaloo gently slapped Sweetie across the chest, tagging herself in. She slipped into the ring, grabbing Bon-Bon up and slinging her across the ring to the Crusader corner.  Sweetie boosted herself up and curled her legs under her, causing Bon to run directly into her boots before sliding out of the ring.     “Excellent teamwork by the Crusaders!” exclaimed Celestia. “And Scootaloo goes for the cover!”     One! Two!     Bon-Bon got her shoulder up just in time, clearly dazed by the onslaught of offense she was receiving. Scootaloo and Bon-Bon scrambled to their feet, Scootaloo making it up just a hair sooner. She brought a fierce knee up to Bon’s chest, then threw her into the Crusader’s coroner. A quick tag from Sweetie, and Bon-Bon had her midsection lit up by swift, stiff kicks from Belle.      Bon-Bon caught the last kick, shoving Sweetie away and creating some much-needed separation. Bon-Bon elbowed Scootaloo, then threw out a wild punch to Sweetie’s jaw. The crowd’s energy rose as Bon-Bon fought her way out of the corner.     “Bon-Bon still has some fight in her!” called Celestia. “She’s creating some separation, maybe now she can make a tag!”     Bon-Bon pressured Sweetie back, until Sweetie was all but in Lyra’s corner. Bon-Bon went for one last punch to get the last bit of distance she needed for the tag, when Sweetie caught her fist. She laced their fingers and bounded up the turnbuckle in an attempt at her La Fin DDT.     Bon-Bon made a wild shove, knocking Sweetie from the turnbuckle and causing her to tumble into Lyra. The crowd gasped as Lyra hit the apron, then dropped down to the outside floor. Bon-Bon hesitated, concerned for her partner, which ended up costing her. Sweetie leapt up, and planted a kick right on Bon’s ear, sending her stumbling back. Sweetie leapt into the ring, throwing her opponent back to The Crusader corner. She laced their fingers together once again, then ran up the turnbuckle. Scootaloo slapped Sweetie on the ankle as she ascended, tagging herself in just as Sweetie twirled around to deliver her La Fin Tornado DDT.     “La Fin! Bon-Bon is out!” called Discord. “And Scootaloo to the high rent district!”     Scootaloo made it to the top rope and leapt forward, flipping through the air and connecting with her Swanton Bomb. The crowd cheered as Scootaloo went for the cover.     One! Two! Three!     “The winners of this match, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, THE CRUSADERS!”     “An excellent win for the Crusaders, dare I say the underdogs in this matchup!” said Celestia. “While the athleticism and exemplary teamwork of The Crusaders cannot be understated, I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge the lack of communication that led to Lyra and Bon-Bon’s defeat.”     “Lack of communication?! You must be blind, Regal!” exclaimed Discord. “That was clearly an intentional shot at Lyra Heartstrings! Bon-Bon is obviously jealous of Lyra’s natural in-ring supremacy, and so she took a cheap shot on her partner!”     “I don’t think anyone who was watching that match closely could see things that way, but that’s besides the point. What is undeniable is that time is running out for these two to get their act together. If I were them, I’d want to get some ticks in the win column before Trixie Lulamoon is done preparing for the Nightmare Night Five-on-Five Elimination Tag Match!”     “We’ll have to see where that goes moving forward, but, for now…” said Discord. “Until next time, EWF Universe, this has been Discord Redrum and Celestia Regal, wishing you a good night!