Welcome, dear visitors, to my arena. Please, have a seat and make yourself at home. The fights are about to begin, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on any of the bloody death about to occur. I'm sure you have a favorite. Go on, picture them in your mind. Good. How well do you think they'd fare in combat? Is it shy little Flutters, who would be crushed by a bunny if put in here? Oh, or maybe it's the diligent Ms Sparkle, who's spells would give her a definite edge? Maybe you fancy Applejack, with such strong kicking legs. Lethal potential, that one has. Do you think your favorite will win? Will they even survive? Odds are, they won't. Only one will survive, and it very well might not even be any of them. Such is the nature of my arena. We'll skip the boring parts. You don't need to know why they are what they are now. You don't need to know anything except that they will be killing each other for your entertainment. You are but a spectator to this game. So get comfortable. The first fight is beginning.
"Our contestants for this fight are Pinkamena Diane Pie and Vinyl Scratch. Step forward, combatants, and let the death begin!"
From the west doorway walks a pink mare, with a long, dull pink mane that flows straight down her back and partially across her face. She's trailed by a tail of the same color, which drags along the ground. Her expression is one of boredom and annoyance, as though being here were a bother to her, and this entire event were taking time out of her day.
From the east comes a white mare with hair that alternates between dark and light blue, slight spiked as is her tail, to give her an edgy appearance. She has a cocky grin on her face, and what appears to be a floating DJ table composed solely of two separate disks on circular 'tables' in front of her. If anything, she seems ready to take on the world, a stark contrast to her opponent.
"Awwwww yeeeeah. This is gonna be easy." Vinyl called out tauntingly, waiting to see what Pinka would do as Vinyl placed a hoof on each disk.
"Please. Just fall down and die. It'd be so much easier if they all just gave up. Killing you all is such a pain." Pinka responded quietly, folding her forelegs across each other while sizing up her opponent.
With that introductions were over, however. There was no more need for words. Vinyl twisted her hoof around the left record, producing a loud screech that shook the surrounding area slightly. Pinka didn't seem phased by it, but she knew that wasn't Vinyl's attack, and in a quick step she began to approach her opponent, closing the gap with incredible speed. Another twist of the disk, in reverse this time, and it was like the screech had come back to collapse directly on Pinka, crushing her with the sound and stumbling her slightly as the noise stunned her senses. Vinyl wasn't going to relent though, the stumble was an opening and with a quick swipe she sent the right 'table' forward, slicing through the air as the circular device made it's way toward Pinka. She was quick to recover though, and with a simple flip avoided the blow meant for her leg. If it had connected she'd already be dead, because the second table was coming down from the air toward Pinka's head, Another twist of her body, and the second disk merely collided with the ground, leaving a deep impact. With both tables out of action it was Pinka's turn to move, and not missing a beat she appeared behind her now weaponless opponent. Vinyl didn't even see the movement, it was so quick, but nopony rivaled Pinka in raw speed. Vinyl knew her opponent, however. With a quick sidestep she avoided a dagger in her back, and her disks were already on their way back to their owner. As soon as the first made contact with her hooves, mere milliseconds after Vinyl had avoided death, she was flinging it at Pinka who was now too close and too far into her motion to dodge. It struck her in the chest with such force that she was thrown across the arena and into a wall, the impact shaking the wall slightly. Vinyl knew she now had the upper hand, and not wasting a moment she threw the second disk to follow Pinka's path for a quick finish. Dust was rising around the area that Pinka had struck the wall, and it was hard to tell exactly where she was, though. A thud, a crash, and then nothing. Silence. Vinyl backed up against a wall and kept watch on both sides with darting eyes.
Pinka was from from finished. The dust began to settle around her, and the pieces of the destroyed disk littered her path as she began to step forward toward Vinyl. "Totally not cool." Vinyl remarked, but she was starting to look worried as she lost her own cool. Pinka simply continued her approach from across the arena, eyes locked on Vinyl. The dagger attached to Pinka's left hoof gleamed in the false light of the arena's fake roof, and as she continued to walk she lifted it up and pointed it threateningly. Vinyl wasn't ready to go down, though. Not after she'd come this far. She brought the remaining disk in front of her and began an intricate serious of twists and movements that created layer upon layer of sound, a song of mechanical noises being strung together rapidly. Pinka, for her part, wasn't even bothering to use her world-breaking speed now. She wanted to see this play out. She wanted to toy with Vinyl. It was punishment for not submitting. The song was reaching a crescendo, and Vinyl smirked as suddenly a heavy bass dropped, creating a well of intense gravity around Pinka that instantly brought the pink mare to all fours. Another heavy drop and Pinka was struggling to hold even that position. It felt like her insides were being squeezed out from the pressure. She didn't even see Vinyl move the disk, positioning it with the bottom facing Pinka. Vinyl continued to spin the record, increasing the tempo, maintaining bass, she was an artist, this was her gift, she brought a sudden low to the song, giving Pinka just enough time to stand and look up before dropping again, this time the power of the machine focused internally until a light had built up and from within the table came a blast of white energy that tore up the ground on its way to strike Pinka. The flash of energy wasn't faster than Pinka though. Nothing was faster than Pinka. Even as the shot came and went she was simply choosing her movements, planning, plotting. As the energy faded away the second disk split in half, and then fell to the ground. The song was over, and so was the DJ. A line of blood began to trail down her chest, then across her right shoulder, and her left. More and more, all across her body blood began to seep from then lines traced into her from an unseen blade. Vinyl didn't even know she was dying until it was too late. A strike at her neck, and the DJ was no more, the head falling from her shoulders as the body slumped down into a sitting position against the wall.
Victory, Pinkamena Diane Pie.
I'm sure you're all still very excited from the last fight, but I assure you, there is certainly more to come. Next up I bring you a rather well matched fight, if I do say so myself. In the west corner of the arena we have Applejack, a master of kicks. In the east we have Lyra, a master of punches. May the superior fighting style be victorious.
Lyra stepped out first, standing only on her two hind legs. It was a practiced stance for her, and many ponies like her, who had adapted to more combat ready stances. Entire lifetimes had been dedicated to the style and grace with which she was taught to move, and now as she put it into action every step flowed into the next like a dance across the battlefield. She was an artist.
Applejack soon followed suit, more bold and excited. She bounced about on two legs as though she were itching for combat, unsteady when her feet weren't in constant motion. Full of energy and strength, her intense training showed in every muscle of her body, and she would put each one to use in due time.
"Let the fight.. begin!"
Lyra was already on the move before the final word was given, dashing around the circular arena longways against the wall while closing the gap to Applejack. Applejack was, of course, not stationary herself during this, approaching the same way so that they would meet in the middle, a head on collision to start a grueling match-up. Twenty feet, ten, five, and it was in motion. Lyra dropped low, sliding along the ground on her side and letting her momentum carry her along the loose dirt floor the short distance from where she was standing to Applejack. Applejack was already in motion to counter this though, sweeping a hoof around at Lyra's head by pivoting on the second, aiming for a quick finish. Lyra brought her own forehooves up to catch the attacking hoof and immediately twisted when she caught it, hard enough to put Applejack off balance momentarily while Lyra rose up behind the orange pony, adopting a ready stance.
With Applejack still off-center Lyra threw a combo of jabs to the other pony's back, striking hard in several vital locations to try and keep the powerful enemy from recovering, but Applejack's overall build was helping to absorb the blows, and she managed to catch her breath and turn with a wide roundhouse kick that took Lyra by surprise, catching the side of the blue pony's head and smashing her face first into the wall. The impact was jarring, and Lyra could feel the resounding throb of pain in her head as she brought both forehooves up to catch Applejack's hind-hoof, holding onto it long enough to secure it with one and begin an assault with the other. The awkward position made Lyra's jabs slower and less accurate as Applejack hopped about on one hoof, somehow maintaining balance despite her dis-advantage. Something seemed to be wrong, Lyra thought, as her third success out of five attempted jabs landed on Applejack's chest. Was she so dazed by that blow that she was starting to hallucinate, or was Applejack laughing? With that thought Lyra immediately threw the captured leg up and over in an attempt to send Applejack completely off and down. No such luck, Lyra realized as her mistake became immediately evident. Once the hoof was in the air Applejack regained footing, and with all her force dropped a mighty crescent kick that crashed into Lyra's skull, sending her down to the ground.
"Winner: App-"
Before it could be made official, Lyra was on her feet. Blood trickled down the front of her face, and she trembled in place, but she was clearly eager to carry on the fight. Applejack hadn't trained like she had, Lyra thought. Applejack didn't deserve this. Applejack's only thought? 'I didn't learn anything. I was winning all along.'
Lyra charged forward, closing the few feet of distance between her and Applejack before lashing out with a flurry of blows, all intended to kill or seriously maim Applejack and even the playing field, but she was too far gone now. Every punch was easily dodged by the twitching orange pony, who never stayed still long enough for the disoriented Lyra to line up an appropriate shot. Another kick to the side of Lyra's head sent her stumbling back, but she was in a rage now. She knew what would happen if she lost. It was better to die here and now, with the chance to go down swinging. A second and third kick. Lyra had picked up the pattern now. She managed to block and grab the fourth kick with her own leg and turn all of her body weight into a single thrust that shattered Applejack's knee. The blow was so unexpected that even Applejack paused for a moment as her mind tried to comprehend the pain of what had just happened. It was all Lyra needed, and as she let go of the leg she watched Applejack wobble a bit while trying to get off a kick with her good leg, only to fall face first into the ground. Without both legs Applejack was useless now. Lyra moved over Applejack's sobbing form, the orange pony finally realizing her own failure and pain, and with a lightning quick jab, Lyra severed Applejack's spine at the neck, leaving the broken pony there while she stood up to claim victory.
"In a surprise upset, Winner: LYRA!"