Chapter 36: MLP: WWE: FIM: Revelations.

Twilight Sparkle and Chris Benoit, possibly the world’s most best duo, retreated back into Twilight’s room to discuss matters of greater importance. To ensure their privacy, the door was locked and the mountain of Twilight Sparkle themed WWE merchandise was piled against it.

Twilight nearly broke down to tears after being helped by Benoit to seal the door, yet stood proud and fought them back. “I thought you were gone Chris. We all did. We had a memorial for you and everything. I was at your house when I saw all those people there saying they were investigating about a murder.”

Chris erected a nervous smile and rested his head against the wall. “Well, the thing is that they weren’t wrong. You, all the other fellas, and the police hit the nail right on the head assuming I was dead.”

“Huh?”

“You see Twilight, I was dead. Austin murdered me.” Benoit rested against the wall and slowly slid to the floor. “He drugged me. Heck, he drugged us all with some stuff that we had lying around, so I couldn’t do anything. I watched as he killed my wife,” He paused, and bit his lip briefly. “He smothered Danny in front of me.”

“Chris,” Twilight went over to her friend and rested her head on his shoulder. He pat it and accepted this gesture of kindness. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. He told me about how he wanted to get back at me for everything I did to him over the years. He got all angry about this time I suplexed him a bunch of times in the ring. Every reason he had was petty, yet he seemed like he had done this before. The only problem was that this was the first time that he had to kill several people, so he couldn’t poison us all, otherwise the police would get suspicious.”

Twilight gulped and took a deep breath, all the while processing all of this information. “But, how are you still here?”

Benoit chuckled a bit and looked upwards. Twilight looked up too, but saw only the ceiling. To Benoit, though, he seemed to gaze skywards with purpose. “I had a pretty unique intervention. I guess all those bibles Austin laid around the house to frame me had some effect, because next thing I know is I was lifted from some furnace and awoke to find myself near the arena.”

“But how?”

“Now this is the real treat, Twilight. Now, don’t be freaked out. Promise me you won’t get freaked out, alright?”

“I promise, Chris, so what happened?”

“Alright.” Chris took a deep breath and looked straight at Twilight. “An angel.”

“Yes?”

“Oh. Right. You’re a winged horse, unicorn, thingy. Sorry, I guess I kinda shouldn’t have expected you to freak out about that.”

“Chris!”

“Sorry! Okay, so an angel appeared before me and gave me a shroud. He said he was the angel of wrestling, having been bestowed such a title for crippling Jacob and submitting to give him a blessing. He saw the horrors that wrestling has been infested with, namely Austin, and knew that intervention was required, and I was to be the instrument of this intervention. Then he laid down some real heavy stuff on me.”

“What was it, rocks?”

“No, Twilight, I mean like he said some unbelieveable stuff, but the whole situation itself was unbelieveable so I just went with it. Basically, he said that the world as I know it is a construct, not of God but of man. He said my universe was created by some programmer or something. Crazy, right?”

Twilight began sweating, hard, but she shook her head nonetheless. “Chris, that’s not crazy at all. I don’t know much about programmers, but I’m sure that’s the reason why I’m here.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“Remember that game thingy at your house?”

“Yeah, the one you got all excited about. I thought that was just because you wanted to play a video game or something.”

“Chris, I came to this world through a game just like that one, only it was slightly different.”

“Huh,” Chris nodded to himself. “That also fits in what the angel said. He said that there are aspects of the world the programmer had no control over, like the outside, which is why everyone here saw you as just another wrestler but outside everyone saw you as a horse.”

“But what about Austin? You saw that match, he was actually fighting!”

“Yeah, it turns out that because Austin was getting drunk on beer from the outside world, he was starting to succumb to its effects. Give him enough time and he might’ve seen you for what you are.”

Twilight looked down and agreed in her mind with this sentiment. But there was still a pressing issue. “Chris,” Twilight looked back up. “You can see me for what I am. You always did. Why aren’t you affected?”

Chris Benoit’s face went somber and his shoulders began to drop. “Twilight, I died. In the world that this world was based on, I died in circumstances much like this. Probably exactly like this, but without you or the angel here to help fix it. You see, the events of this world only began a short time before my, well, death. So that means I, as a real person, could still walk around like everything was normal.”

“Chris,” Twilight could only imagine the feelings that her friend had, and offered what sympathy she could.

Chris gave her a comforting smile and continued. “So yeah, because this world is all screwy I was able to get my revenge. Austin won’t be able to die, because death wasn’t programmed, so he’ll be fine after that whole thing in the ring. That’s also why he couldn’t be stabbed with your horn, because they didn’t program it in and Austin was still a part of this world. Still, it sure hurt I bet.”

Twilight was relieved that plenty of the questions pounding away at her mind since she got to this world were largely diminished.

“Well, I’m really glad your back, Chris. But I guess we’re still back to square one for how to get me back home.”

“Ah!” Chris stood up and clapped his hands. “Now that’s the kicker! You see, the angel also told me about that. Take a look at the calendar on the wall.” Benoit said and pointed at the aforementioned calendar.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Heh. We’ve come pretty far, just look at all those X’s, you’ve been really keeping up with the dates.”

“Huh?” Twilight looked closer at the calendar and saw, indeed, that all the past days were crossed out. “I did think that was funny. I just thought it was Teddy doing that for me.”

“Nope. Twilight, that’s a thing this programmer guy had in this whole thing. It was right in front of us the entire time.”

“Wait, what?” Twilight turned to look at the poster with fury. Could she have been stuck here for more than a month because of a stupid poster?

“Let me show you something.” Benoit then reeled back his fist and punch a hole through the poster. Oddly enough, his fist went right on through to a bizarre void that was a collage of images that Twilight saw as oddly reminiscent. “This should lead back to your world.”

Twilight climbed atop the bench to get a better look at the portal before she looked back at Benoit. “Thank you so much Chris! I can finally go home!”

“Yeah, well, just make sure you try and find this programmer guy and give him one for me, alright?”

“Well, I don’t know any programmers, whatever those are, but I know of somebody who I can blame for this. But, what are you going to do?”

“Me? Ah, well, I can’t go back to wrestling. So I’m just going to try and find another portal. I got some stuff to do.”

Twilight nodded and nuzzled against Benoit in what could best be described as a hug, as much as a pony could hug. “Thank you Benoit, I’ll miss you.”

Benoit reciprocated and pat Twilight on her back. “I’ll miss you too, Twilight.”

They broke their attachment and without further delay Twilight climbed through the portal to return to the monarchy of Equestria. Benoit would later go on his search for a portal and, when discovering it, he would single handedly kill the dinosaurs. As in all of them. You thought it was a meteor or climate change that killed the dinosaurs? NO! IT WAS CHRIS BENOIT!

Author's Note

Welp, it was a wild ride, kids. Only one last chapter to go but I'm glad I finally got this 100+ page story out of my system. What's the real kicker is that I wanted so much more, but wrestling isn't exactly good for a literary medium, but I gave it a shot and I'm pretty satisfied with what I put out. Thanks to all the people who kept up with this story and liked/tolerated it.

Benoit is love, Benoit is life. Rest in peace sweet crippler, may you give angels the crossface in heaven from now on.