Twilight Sparkle Against Smackdown Versus Raw 2008

A few days passed since the Benoit family had their visit from a certain alicorn, yet considering the status quo it would be hard to guess if it happened at all. Twilight finally got a hang of her exercise regimen without the aid of Chris Benoit. While Matt Helms was certainly not much of a sparring partner, given he kept on going robot-y every time they went at it, he was still plenty practice to keep her up to speed with what to expect. While she continued to research more about how she might get back, the future appeared dim. It was about to get even bleaker.
After pinning Gregory Helms nonchalantly, for the fourth time that week, Chris Benoit arrived at ringside and was offering some surprise moral support, clapping in celebration of Twilight’s mock-victory. His presence was welcomed and so Twilight went over to that portion of the ring to greet him.
“Hey there, Chris! I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Did you find something out?”
Chris bit his lip over his ever-existing smile and looked from the floor to Twilight. “Not really. But something else happened that I thought you’d need to know.”
Twilight’s eyebrow rose in curiosity. “What? Did something happen?”
“I’m really kinda bad with bad news, so I’m just going to come right out and say it.” Chris then took a deep breath before slowly and clearly speaking his next words. “I’m going to be leaving RAW and working for ECW from now on.”
“What?” Twilight said, mostly out of anguish than actual inquisivity.
“Now I’m not saying I’m leaving wrestling altogether. I’m just going to be working for another brand. I’ll still be showing up at the same arena, but on Thursdays from now on, so we’ll probably see a whole lot less of one another.”
Twilight became slightly distraught at this, yet remained optimistic. “Well, we’ll still see each other, right?”
“Oh yeah! I mean, I gotta swing by on Thursdays, so I’ll make sure to stop by that closet you have as a room.”
Despite this being, objectively, terrible news, Twilight found a grin emerging on her face. “Not even five minutes and you’re already saying things about where I live.”
Chris chuckled and gave Twilight a pat on the head. “Ha ha! There we go.” He then took a seat on the ringside apron and rubbed his hands together nervously. “I, eh, also got something else to say. Really, it’s more of something I gotta ask.”
“Go ahead, Chris.”
“When you got here, I didn’t know what to think. I honestly just wanted to get you out of here so that everything could get back to normal. I’m still sure this is true. But, you see, you’re really nice and I’m glad that we’re friends now. So I’ve been thinking, when we get find a way to get you back home.”
“If we can.”
Chris looked up at Twilight and smiled confidently. “When we find that way, maybe we could stay in touch.”
Twilight thought about this. While the portal only opens up briefly, at least to her knowledge, . “I think that’d be pretty nice, and I’m sure Princess Celestia would love to find out more about my new friend.”
“Yo, Princess Celestia?” This questioning remark came from the ever so pronounced voice of Teddy Long. “That sounds like a girl you’d find at a nightclub!”
“Teddy!” Called out Twilight and Chris in unison as they both fixed themselves up at this sign of authority.
“That’s right, playa! Now, Chris, first you leave me for Tommy Dreamer and now you’re talking to one of my next biggest stars? You stone cold!”
“No, heh, it’s not what you think, Teddy!”
“Relax, fool. I’m just playing with ya. But for reals, I know the two of you have been friends for a while, but don’t be trying to get Twilight to turn tail, alright Chris?”
“Ha, don’t worry, Teddy. Smackdown needs someone to be proud of, now that I’m out of the way.”
“Oh I see how it is, first chance you get and you gonna diss your former brand? Well I mean you no less love anyways, playa. You best keep ECW afloat, you hear me?”
“Not a problem, seeya Teddy.”
Teddy swagged away from the duo who proceeded to continue with chit-chat about some of the little intricacies of Equestria, of which Benoit seemed to grasp well enough. Though he could, and very well may, never totally grasp a true appreciation for the many names of ponies she knows.