Twilight Sparkle made the decision for that day that a huge drop in her apparent popularity, which was only rising marginally anyways, was worth it if she could catch up on some quality literature. Unfortunately, all she managed to get her hooves on was an extensive compilation of poetry by Walt Whitman, who was history’s greatest monster. At least it was a little bit better than nothing.

However, her reading into the lessons learned from the Learn’d Astronomer were interrupted by a knocking at her door.

“Who is it?”

“Hey Twilight, it’s Chris. I kinda want to talk about something.”

Twilight needn’t disturb her mediocre seating arrangement of Twilight Sparkle WWE merchandise piled into a makeshift bed. She unlocked the door with her magic and allowed the medium built wrestler into her humble abode.

“Hello Chris, what did you want to talk about?”

Chris rubbed at the back of his neck and took a deep breath. “Well, it’s a pretty big thing. How do you like wrestling so far?”

“It’s nice and all, but I’d really rather be back home with my friends. I mean, sure, I got to see a lot of interesting things and meet plenty of interesting people, but it’s nothing compared to my life back in Ponyville. Plus I haven’t sent a letter to Princess Celestia in months, and that’s really messing up my schedule!”

A smile wiled its way to Chris’ lips and he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, home. Home is where the heart is, you know.” He then took a seat on the bench that was by now filled up with enough books that it should’ve shattered a long while ago.

“Is this about that whole ECW thing?”

“Sort of. Twilight, I’ve been wrestling for most of my life. I love it, but I love my family more. You know that promise I made to my wife? That I would spend more and more time with her?”

“Yeah?”

“Every day I spend training at the gym, even if it’s at home. Every Thursday night I spend at the show, and every time I get on the plane to go to the show is a whole day I could’ve used spending time with my family. I really want to keep on wrestling, but I can’t keep on going like this. So I’m thinking I might want to do something a little different after my contract runs out.”

“Really? What are you planning on doing?”

He looked up at Twilight with a look of enthusiasm on his face. “I’m going to start up a school for wrestling, so that other kids at my age when I got started can have that chance to start wrestling legitimately without hurting themselves.”

“There’s such a thing as a school for wrestling?”

“Oh, yeah! Heck, I trained in the Hart Family Dungeon for a while, and it did me a lot of good. There’s more to wrestling than just slams and punches, it’s about respect, showmanship, and being in control. Slams and punches are just a side-product.” Chris gave a small laugh, to which Twilight politely joined in with.

“Heh. That sounds like a really good idea. This way you’ll be able to keep wrestling and spend time with your family!”

“That’s right! But before I do that, I think I’d like to take them to a new place first, just for a visit. You get what I mean?”

Twilight thought for but a moment before she realized Chris’ intentions. “Wait, you mean you want to see Equestria before that? I don’t know, Chris. This is a little sudden.”

“Come on, once we find out this teleporter or whatever we’re looking for, then going back and forth shouldn’t be a real big deal, and if it is then I won’t do it.”

“Well, I guess. But what if people come looking for you?”

Chris grinned and nodded again. “Don’t woory, I thought of that.” He said, and then pulled out a leather bound black book with bronze cross emblazoned on the front and he opened it up to the first page. “I got a little note in here, hand me a pen?”

Twilight searched briefly through the rubble and retrieved a little ink-pen that had her likeness on it, or at least how the marketing department saw her, and she floated it over to Benoit who took it and scribbled down something on a little exposed piece of paper in the book.

“Alright, and there! Ahem, ‘I’m preparing to leave this Earth.’ Handwritten. That should do it in case anyone asks. They know I’m a pretty faithful guy, so this has to be the first place they’d look.”

“Well, that sounds good. I guess if everyone here sees me as one of them, the same should be true when we head back. There’s plenty of space in my house, so I think you and your family can stay for a night.”

“See? Everything will work out just fine.”

Twilight then immediately slapped her face. “Stop saying that. Please, stop saying that!” Her hoof then flew out in exasperation. “Every time one of us says that out loud, we turn out to be completely wrong!”

Benoit, though, only shrugged his shoulders. “Fair enough, but that’s only when we don’t totally know about something. So this is going to be alright, don’t woory.”

“No, I think I will worry even more, now!”

They argued about this long into the night before Benoit finally broke out in laughter and left the room with an amicable farewell.

Author's Note

Everything's going to be totally fine. I'd stake my potential for being a deep sea fisherman on it.