Twilight Sparkle paced about her room furiously. She sent out Gregory Helms to do as much research on Stone Cold as he could, but lacked the foresight to accompany him on his mission. It had been four hours, and she had contemplated using the device known as the laptop that Benoit had showed her. After some voice announced “You got mail” she blew it to smithereens, so going to it was not an option.

After that four hours, the door opened and in came the former Hurricane, Gregory. “Yo, Twilight, I found so much on Austin that you wouldn’t believe.”

“I think I can believe it. Come on, what do I have to expect in the ring?”

“Oh, that.” Gregory then pulled a plastic case, not unlike the one Luna had long before, and tossed it over to the bench against the wall. “I found Austin’s DVD, at least one of them. But I don’t think you have to worry about him in the ring.”

“He didn’t get to where he can act like how he does and stay alongside us for nothing. He’s gotta have some edge over the other wrestlers.”

“Yeah, well a lot of other wrestlers have homes.”

“What do you mean?”

Gregory took a deep breath. “Twilight, Austin’s a freaking monster. No, I mean it, he’s probably going to be gunning for you outside of the ring so you need to watch your back.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Listen, I know this is going to sound screwed up, but so could Chris. No, Austin does some real nasty stuff outside the ring, Twilight.”

“Like what?”

“He beats his wife, a lot.”

The tension in the room rose dramatically and an air of silence pervaded the abode breifly before Twilight came to a reasonable reply. “That’s horrible.”

“I don’t know if this has to do with anything, but also she has the idea that somehow Chris, Austin, and steroids are all related somehow. You’ve seen the kind of tension going on between them, so he’s getting more riled up than usual.”

“He really is a monster.”

“That’s not all. In the 90’s, he had a feud with this dude that nobody remembers, and he ended up invading the guy’s home, beat up his two friends, and it was all caught on live television.”

“What? How has nobody done anything yet!”

“I don’t know. The guy’s practically above the law. But, this dude, this is a real heavy event because the guy had a gun, Austin knew he had a gun, and he still went after him. The guy’s dead, heart attack, but his daughter is trying to get into wrestling also. I think if you visit her, she might be able to tell you things about Austin. That’s the best I got.”

“Gotcha.”

Gregory nodded, gave her the notepad, and left the room. Twilight read it carefully and made the ever so familiar trip to the nearest airport. It was time she got some answers.

So Twilight arrived at the home of one ‘Sexy’ Lexi Pillman, the daughter to Brian Pillman, and what she saw was something not as notable as she would’ve thought. Down one side of the street was some guy in a hoodie constantly looking over his shoulder while on the other side was a few kids listening to some bizarre music containing the lyrics “Quick to the point to the point no fakin’, cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon.” Every house was set behind a short chain-link fence and the windows were all barred up. This neighborhood looked more like a warzone than a place where people lived, yet according to her notes she arrived at the address where she knew at least one person did.

She opened the gate of the fence and latched it behind her before proceeding up to the door. She came here only relatively prepared, as there seemed to be absolutely no information on this person beyond her name. But whatever earned her enough notoriety to be called ‘sexy,’ whatever that meant, surely means she must’ve been of some renown and culture. So without further to deliberate on, she knocked on the door and waited for a response.

“Who is it?” Shouted a voice that clearly belonged to a woman. Lexi, Twilight presumed.

“My name is Twilight Sparkle, I want to ask you a few questions.”

“The hell?” There was a rustling followed by the clanging and clicking of numerous latches and locks before the door was opened up by a woman standing at a comparable height to some of the lighter wrestlers Twilight knew. “Well holy shit, you’re that talking horse from the WWE! Rock on! Come on in, me casa es tu casa and all that crap.” Lexi then stood aside and let Twilight into her house.

The lights were off inside the house, despite it being night time, but Twilight managed to find her way decently inside the room. “Thanks for letting me in. I have something I want to talk about.”

“Yeah, no problem. I got some things to mention to you too. But first, welcome to the gun show!” And then Sexi Lexi Pillman stood in front of a wall decorated with numerous rifles of antiquity and modern handguns and began flexing her toned muscles.

Twilight was moderately impressed, yet raised an eyebrow to the objects behind Lexi. “That’s a good collection of, um, guns you have there.”

“Thanks, my dad was cool and all but all he had was a lousy glock. Me, I got real heavy into this stuff. So lets chill, what's on your mind?”

“Well, speaking about your dad, he’s kinda why I’m here.”

“Oh shit, you guys are finally letting me into the WWE!? Right on!” Lexi pumped her fist and showed off her collection of pearly whites when she smiled at this proposition.

“Actually no, sorry. It’s more serious than that.”

“Aw crap, well let’s get on with it then.” Lexi then took a seat on a torn up couch, which at least Twilight could see.

“Before we get started, could you turn on the lights?”

“Oh, crap, my bad. I don’t get visitors. Here,” Lexi then whipped out a pistol and fired a resounding shot at the nearby lightswitch, causing the lights to turn on. Twilight, meanwhile, buried her head in her hooves when the shot rang out and still had a ringing in her ears when it was over.

Recoiling from the shot, but accepting it as an unorthodox custom, Twilight continued with her questioning. “Anyways, I’m sorry to bring this up but I want to know if you know anything about Steve Austin. I know your dad and him got into a fight some time ago.”

“Yeah, I remember that real well.”

“That’s good to hear. Could you tell me a little bit about how it went down? I got a match against Austin next Friday.”

“Yeah, no problem. Like, I remember the day Austin tried to break into our house when I was a kid. Dad knew Austin was going to try some stuff, so he sent me away at a friends. He also made sure to call some friends to back him up and he pulled the gun out of his safe. Like, my dad, he put on a show that he was this crazed take-no-prisoners mad dog, but he was real cool once you met him for real. But Austin, man, Austin had no boundaries. Dad busted up his leg in an accident, and Austin was out to try and kill him. Long story short, Austin failed that night.”

“Well, at least that’s good to hear.”

“That didn’t keep him from trying again.”

“Wait, what?”

“Austin tried it again. A year later, dad was going to have a show where he would face off against Mick Foley when Foley was sporting that goofy hippy gimmick. So I visited dad when he was in his hotel room to wish him luck and talk over how I didn’t want to follow in his footsteps, which he was really kinda chill about. He said ‘Lexi, you do whatever you want. You’re my favorite girl, and whatever I can give you I will. You just gotta do one thing for me, and that’s be happy.’ Dad was real cool like that.”

“So then what happened?”

“The show was gonna start in an hour or two, so I left to do my own thing and hang out some place where I could catch his show. But on the way out, I notice a strange looking janitor. He had a fake-ass mustache on his lip and kept his head low. But that face, I remember that face well. It was that asshole, Austin!”

“What? What was Austin doing there?”

“I don’t freaking know! All I know is he was there, and dad died that night. I’m not into all that grassy knoll and Area 51 bullshit, but I can tell you firmly that Austin had something to do with my dad dying. That’s why I’m getting into wrestling, so I can set things straight and get back at Austin.”

“Oh no, oh no.” Twilight mumbled to herself, wavering a bit before leaning against the wall.”

“Whats up?”

“I think I know what happened to Chris.”

“Chris? Oh crap, you mean that guy that was feuding with Austin lately? What the heck happened?”

“Chris died last week, but it wasn’t what Austin said at all. Austin murdered Chris and his family!” Twilight straightened herself up and began to grit her teeth. “It was all Austin’s fault!”

“Holy crap,” Lexi thought on this to herself before nodding. “Yeah, that does sound right. Also, it would explain what happened to Owen Hart.”

“Who’s Owen Hart?”

“Owen Hart died the same year as my dad. I was at the show when it happened too, and I saw Austin up in the rafters doing stuff. He was in full costume too, so it was obviously him, and so he probably did something that ended up killing Owen. Listen, you gotta be careful, Austin’s a real bastard and he’s gonna try some shit.”

“I understand. But don’t worry, I’ll destroy him.”

“I know I don’t gotta worry, cus I’m gonna back you up. I’ll run in as an assist when the match starts so that when Austin tries something, I’ll be there to even the odds.”

“Thank you, I can use all the help I can get.”

“And you will.”

With a nod of acceptance, Twilight went over to the door and opened it up. “You want me to get the lights?” She said, nodding to the only remaining light switch on the wall.

“No thanks, I’ll handle it.” And so then Lexi Pillman yanks out her gun yet again and blasts the light bulb into smithereens, painting the room in darkness yet again.

Author's Note

Austin legit broke into Pillman's home, there's videos of it on Youtube but beware: Strong language is contained therein, hence why I can't post the video here. This was a huge thing and resulted in Pillman almost be excommunicated from the WWF altogether.

Also, if you thought this massive heel turn for Austin was bad, just wait until you get to the actual match. It's going to be amazing, I can guarantee that.