Things were quickly winding down in the war between the Third Street Saints and the Westside Rollerz. Only two neighborhoods stood between the Saints and a complete city takeover. Only Copperton, which stood at around the center of the city, and Misty Lane, where the Rollerz base of operations stood at the far northwest corner of Stilwater, remained.

With William Sharp out of the picture and Donnie no longer associated with the Rollerz, only the brash Joseph Price remained to lead the Rollerz.

Since the gang was practically in its death throes, the time had come to claim the isolated neighborhood in the center of the city.

Before that though, Pinkamena decided to visit Lin and Playa in the hospital. Since Playa was not one for conversation, she decided to see how Lin was doing. She saw the formerly undercover Saint rubbing the place where Sharp shot her. When she saw the pony enter her room she said, “You really saved my ass back there, thank you.”

Pinkamena smiled a little, “Don’t worry about it. Sorry I didn’t warn you sooner, I saw an opportunity to get Sharp out into the open where I could kill him without his guards protecting him. I used Playa to trigger any traps he might have set up for me.”

“How did you know there was a trap?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I was listening to Sharp long enough to give me the impression that he was clever. No doubt he was the brains behind the Rollerz. Taking him out should have been a devastating blow to the gang. No telling how effective Price is going to be leading the gang all by himself though.”

“Yeah, my time with them didn’t leave me any impression that Price was all that bright since he left all the thinking to Donnie and his uncle. Speaking of Donnie, where is he?”

“You saw what happened, I left him with three choices and he chose to drop his flags. Chances are he’s gone into hiding out of shame because he couldn’t choose between you and his best friend.”

“I need to find and talk with him later. For now we need to finish off the Rollerz.”

“One step at a time. The doctors said you and Playa will be discharged tomorrow. We need to take away any refuge from the Rollerz before we assault their headquarters. Tomorrow, I’ll need you and Playa to help take Copperton.”

“I heard something was going on at the receiving station in the truck yard over there. I’ll see you there tomorrow.”

With that Pinkamena left the hospital and decided to spend a night at King’s penthouse because sleeping in a nice bed every now and then can be quite rewarding.

The next day, Pinkamena called up Johnny and had Playa and Lin meet up at the receiving station in Copperton. Johnny thanked her for inviting him to another day of carnage while Playa and Lin checked their ammo to make sure they had enough to defend the receiving station from incoming waves of Rollerz.

“So, has bein’ with the Rollerz taught you how to throw a better punch?” Johnny asked Lin.

“Fuck you, Johnny,” Lin responded.

“Oh? So how much do you put out? Gotta be honest, sex with Eesh ain’t what it used to be, not lately.”

“Would you shut the fuck up about your fucking relationship problems? God!”

It really didn’t matter that the station was a trap set for the Saints because that only meant that Pinkamena and Johnny could have another killing contest. This time, unlike Charlestown, the Rollerz came in from multiple vectors.

Johnny wasn’t playing around this time as he brought some RPGs to obliterate some Rollerz and their cars but mostly to beat Pinkamena’s kill count.

Pinkamena brought out her destructive party cannon to even the playing field since Johnny wasn’t holding back.

Playa and Lin took care of the few who managed to sneak past the two psychopaths.

Once the last of the Rollerz in the area were dead, the four relaxed for a moment until they heard a Peterliner semi cab nearby. Pinkamena used her binoculars to find one more Roller was driving it, likely in an attempt to run everyone over.

The semi barreled through the station, forcing the humans to dive aside to avoid the large vehicle.

What confused the driver was that he was certain there was a pony among the group he was trying to run over but he couldn’t see her anywhere. The click of a pistol was the only sound he needed to hear to know how fucked he was. He slowly turned his head to see the pink pony with a gold pistol pointed at his head. The wicked smile of the pony was present as usual.

“So, wanna play a game of hostage?” she asked.

The driver tried to open his door to escape but he was far too slow as the pony realized what he was attempting and shot him in the head. “Guess not,” she said to no one.

Pinkamena exited the cab and the four saints tallied the kills. Pinkamena and Johnny would have tied this time but the cab driver ended up being the tie breaker, much to Johnny’s frustration.

At the same time of feeling frustrated at losing another killing contest to the mare, Johnny was also curious about her. He had never known anyone who had the same penchant toward slaughter as him. Thinking about it, he considered taking some time to learn more about the pony after the whole gang war business was over.

Once the Saints moved in to claim Copperton, the group went their separate ways for the time being but agreed to regroup once it was time for the final push against the Rollerz.

For the time being, Pinkamena had two more contacts to visit before she completed the list and only one of them required her assistance to a lesser extent so she let Pinkie have some fun while she rested her mind for a little bit.

Pinkie returned to the nightclub where Lin and Playa shared a dance earlier to find the club’s owner. Since Pinkie already knew that the owner wanted her to escort her strippers around town while they satisfy their clients’ fetishes, the owner, Jenna didn’t need to explain much and just pointed her to the car.

The activity went just like the previous two shifts and Pinkie had to wake her sister up a couple of times to kill some target the client really hated. Thankfully she managed to complete another round of escorting before Pinkamena got cranky and killed a client.

Pinkie was not about to tell her sister that all they got for their efforts were a couple more cars for Playa’s growing fleet.

After Pinkie finished her task, her phone rang. The ID showed it was Lin who wanted her to come back to the church to discuss their next move against the Rollerz. Once she got back to the church, she found the Saint sitting near one of the graves in the courtyard. As she approached, Lin noticed her and motioned for her to come closer.

“First of all, thanks again for saving my life. Second, I’m still a little upset that you had to destroy my car to kill Sharp, but I’ll get over it. Third, by now Price should have gotten the message that his uncle is dead. If Donnie hasn’t made contact with him by now, Price is sure to be pissed off which means our only option left is to go to his mansion and take him out before he makes a move.”

“Yeah, well, we might have to rethink that plan,” Troy interrupted.

“What do you mean?”

“Word is, every Roller that Price could find is headed this way.”

“How long do we have?”

“Shit I don’t know. My man says they’re movin’ pretty fast.”

“Damn, we need to take out those Rollerz before they get here. Pinkamena, come with me.” Lin ran for Julius’ car which she asked the man if she could borrow beforehand.

On the way to the rear of the Rollerz convoy Pinkamena made a note to get Playa to part with one of his many cars to give to Lin.

Once on the highway, the convoy came up fast so the madmare prepared her party cannon to start wrecking every blue car on the way. If some innocent bystanders in blue cars were on the highway at the time, that would be their problem.

While the twists, turns, dips and hills of the highway provided some hindrance to Pinkamena’s accuracy, Pinkie assisted with the aiming to make sure each car was wrecked with one shot.

Thanks to the mare’s efficient attack the duo made good time on wiping out the convoy.

The leader of the convoy, Price, was coming up fast but before Pinkamena could aim a shot at his car, Pinkie’s Pinkie Sense went off and she took over forcefully and buckled into her seatbelt just as Price hit his brakes hard and caused Lin’s car to hit Price’s rear bumper. Neither were launched forward, however, as both were wearing their seatbelts. Price took off quickly after the impact. Since he was driving an attrazione, catching up to him would be difficult given the model was one of the fastest in Stilwater.

“Bastard,” Lin cursed and took a deep breath. “Still, after that, I doubt he will pull a stunt like that for a while. What do you say we call Johnny and Playa and raid his house?”

“Soon, I have one last thing I need to do before we finish the Rollerz.”

“Well hurry up with that, no telling when Price will pull that bullshit again.”

Pinkamena and Lin went their separate ways where the madmare went back to the suburbs to visit the last contact for the Saints. This one was in a nice looking home but for whatever reason this contact requested aid with drug deliveries.

As she walked up to the door, it opened and a woman came rushing out as if in a hurry. She didn’t see the pink pony until it was too late and ended up tripping and falling on her.

“Woopsie, sorry I didn’t see you there.” The woman quickly got up from the heap. “I’m in a rush to pick my youngest up from school. Do you have kids...err I mean foals? Who am I kidding you probably have something like five.”

Just from her actions and words, Pinkamena knew that this one was going to be a real piece of work and she wasn’t in the mood for this. “Hey, Pinkie, I’m gonna let her be your problem. Call me when there’s killing to be done.”

“Okie dokie lokie.” The pony shook her head and her mane became poofy in an effort to hide the shift. “Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie. What’s your name?’

“Ah, so polite, I’m Laura. I’m your ordinary everyday housewife, mother and drug dealer. One of my colored friends was talking to me and she was saying that the real money isn’t in piano lessons, it’s in this thing called koma. She set up some deals with my son’s friends but I’m a little nervous about going into the city by myself because, well, I’m not poor. Could you be a dear and help me out?”

Pinkie nodded in affirmation. After Laura picked up her kid from school, she and Pinkie began their run to sell koma to junkies. It took some convincing but Pinkie managed to get the naive woman into the passenger side while the party mare drove.

During the drive, Laura asked about the mark on Pinkie’s flank where the party mare explained about cutie marks and her’s meant that she was an amazing party planner. This got Laura’s attention because she had been looking for someone to plan her young daughter’s birthday party. When Laura asked for some credentials, Pinkie pulled a folder out of her mane that showed the many parties she had planned. The file was massive. Laura only got through a few pages in the file before she was convinced to hire her to plan her daughter’s birthday party next week.

Laura was curious about the pony’s mane changing style whenever she stopped for her to make her deals. Whenever her mane was straight, the pony went about killing Rollerz and cops. While the housewife wished there was another way to deal with their pursuers, she needed the money to put food on the table and her husband was not pulling his weight.

As the deliveries continued, the police’s efforts grew more aggressive as they began sending everything they had to stop the woman from making her deals.

“I sure hope I don’t go to jail for this,” Laura thought.

Once all deals were complete, Pinkie drove Laura home and bid the housewife farewell, but not before receiving two trinkets: one to help calm Rollerz aggression and one to help calm police aggression. Neither were very useful at this point.

With the last of the contacts out of the way, Pinkie called Johnny, Playa and Lin to meet her at Price’s mansion. Once everyone arrived and Pinkamena was in control again, Lin told everyone the plan, “Alright, we’re gonna make sure that prick never tries that stunt on the highway again. We’re gonna raid his mansion and steal his car. Right now, Price is out looking for Donnie but if he does show up, put him down.”

With that, the four stormed the mansion and gunned down or dismembered everyone wearing blue (Thankfully, Lin exchanged her blue pants for purple after her hospital visit). Just like at Donnie’s garage, Pinkamena cackled maniacally as she sliced, diced, shot, burned, and blew up every Roller that was in her path.

Playa was the first to find the keys to Price’s attrazione in the leader’s bedroom. He snagged the keys and ran for the mansion’s garage. Pinkamena had cleared out any Rollerz that were guarding the back of the building while Johnny and Lin were finishing up the rest of the mansion.

Playa found Price’s car and jumped into it. He put the keys in the ignition and turned the car on before driving recklessly down the road for the nearest Forgive and Forget.

With Price’s pride and joy stolen and the mansion secured for the Saints, only a scant few Rollerz were left in Stilwater but Price was still at large.

Regardless, the Saints now had total control of the city. All that was left was to find Price and end him.

The evening of the next day was when Pinkamena received the call that she had been waiting for. Since Price had no safe haven left in Stilwater but proved elusive to the Saints, she had to wait for him to come to her.

She answered the phone to listen to Price’s angry rant. “Meet me at the car dealership at Misty Lane. We’re ending this tonight you freak. You’re gonna pay for what you did to Donnie and my uncle Will.”

“Quit being a bitch about Donnie,” Pinkamena replied. “He’s fine, he just dropped his flags and went into hiding in shame because he couldn’t choose between you and Lin. I have no idea where he is and I don’t care.”

Price was silent for a moment but the madmare knew he was relieved that his little buddy was alright. “Thanks for tellin’ me that, but I’m still gonna murder you for killing my uncle.”

“And thank you for having the balls to face your imminent demise head on.” Pinkamena ended the call and headed for the car dealership alone. She was going to have fun crushing the guy.

Pinkamena arrived at the car dealership as Price wanted. She had a few ideas on what kind of murder project she wanted to make of him but saved those idea for after she had Price in her hooves.

The sound of a large vehicle was heard not far away and got louder. That’s when she saw Price driving toward her in a semi truck. The mare dove out of the way to avoid getting run over while Price drove away.

Pinkamena ground her teeth and was not only angry at Price for trying to run her over but also angry at herself for being so naive for thinking that Price would settle things fairly.

She ran for her customized attrazione and chased after Price’s overgrown truck. It wasn’t long before she caught up to Price.

When he saw her, he began throwing pipe bombs at her to destroy her car. Pinkamena drove to the right side of the cab and used her grapple gun to launch herself up to the top of the trailer where Price couldn’t reach her.

Unfortunately, her car was destroyed by one of Price’s pipe bombs which made the madmare decide on an overkill option for the Rollerz leader.

Pinkamena crawled her way along the trailer and placed herself atop the main cab. She crawled down to the passenger side door of the cab and shattered the window. That got Price’s attention and he fired his SMG out the window that was shattered. Pinkamena waited until he had to reload before she made her move.

As predicted, the hailstorm of bullets ceased long enough for her to swing into the cab and buck Price out of the vehicle with her rear hooves. Price fell off the highway and landed hard on a lower road. Before he could recover, Price heard the sound of his own truck headed right for him. Before he had time to move out of the way, the truck was already upon him as he was slammed hard by the semi. “That was for trying to run me over!” Pinkamena yelled.

By then, Price was unlikely to get up but the madmare was not done with him. She drove past where his body landed and stopped just ahead of him. Pinkamena undid the locking mechanism on the cars that were loaded into the trailer and moved them loose, making sure that each car that fell out of the trailer rolled over Price’s body. “That was for calling me a freak!”

She then drove the trailer and cab over Price’s body which had mutilated it by this point. She stopped when the cab was directly over his body. She got out of the cab and moved a safe distance from the truck before pointing her platinum RPG launcher at it. “And this is for trashing my car!” She fired several RPGs at the cab and blew it up, turning the vehicle and the body under it into a smoldering heap.

Pinkamena took several breaths to calm herself before phone rang. It was Julius. “That was a hell of an explosion. You okay, Pinkamena?

“Yeah, I just showed Price the meaning of road rage.”

“I see. Anyway, we done and fucked the Rollerz hard. They ain’t got nothin’ left. There are a few loose ends, though, like who the fuck those buyers are Sharp was talkin’ about. I got a feelin’ there’s some shit goin’ on we don’t know about. I’ll catch ya later at the church.”

Julius hung up and left the mare wondering about what the Saints were going to do now. The Vice Kings, Carnales and the Rollerz were history so now only one question remained: What now?

Even as she was thinking that, Pinkamena couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen; something that she wouldn’t be able to stop.

Pinkamena couldn’t spend all night thinking about her sense of dread so she hijacked someone’s car and drove back to the loft.

Author's Note

Pure road rage.

This concludes the Rollerz part of the SR1 arc. Last chapter of SR1 coming up next.