My Little Zom-Pony: Apocalypse is Magic

Vinyl Scratch:

Man that party was sick. The lights all went out and I brought the music down to a low hum, when all of a sudden a scream rang out, which was kinda weird, because I didn't even have a scream track in this set. Next thing I know a bunch of what could loosely be described as ponies are storming the stage mosh style. They looked like you had taken a mob of ponies and threw them in a blender; truly gnarly stuff.
That drama queen Rarity was trying to shoo the ugly things off stage, when a unicorn amongst the group charged at her. To her eternal credit, she stood her ground, but paid for by getting a horn right to the eye, which remained on the horn as she pulled away, screaming bloody murder. Not cool. It was totally like something out of a Romareo flick.
Rarity went to the ground hard, clasping her eye and writhing in pain as the unicorn, joined by a couple of his friends, poised to pounce on the poor pathetic prima dona pony, when a fireball flew out from somewhere offstage, decapitating the unicorn and covering the whole stage in brain jelly. Trixie stepped out from the shadows where the blast came from and proceeded to blast down the last two ponies.
The whole time this is happening, the audience is just sitting there, dumbstruck, like this was all part of the show. Finally I yelled into the mic "Run you idiots!" That got the crowd moving real quick. "Tavi! Get over here!" I yelled, scanning the chaos for my friend. I found her about 20 feet from me, hurrying to my location. as she got closer she tripped and one of those...things... was instantly over her, like it could smell a pony in peril and had caught whiff of the beautiful cellist. "Oh no you don't!" I levitated my favorite amp and brought the thing down on the unsuspecting creature. "Now that's what I call a Bass Drop! Tavi! hit the button on top and cover your ears!"
Tavi looked shaken but managed to turn the thing towards a group of about four of them, and hit the button. The front of the amp folded out into an array of amps that sent an almost visible pulse of low frequency waves at the unfortunate group. The blast was so big it knocked Tavi back and blood shot out the Zom-ponies' ears and they fell to the ground, shaking and gnashing their teeth but otherwise unable to move.
"Vinyl, what the bloody hell was that?!" Tavi shouted, hurrying to my side as I levitated the object back to me.
"Oh, it's nothing special, just my BASS CANNON!" I shouted, turning it on another group of the zom-ponies and letting it fire for emphasis. the results were...effective.
Rarity's friends were hurrying the dazed bleeding mare off stage by this point, and the crowd had quickly scattered, leaving just the dying, the dead, and the undead. Oh, and me and Tavi. They had us surrounded, and I didn't have the magic to fire my cannon anymore, we looked like gonners. I pulled Tavi close and hugged her, my eyes tearing. Then a blue blur leaped over into the fray next to us and proceeded to summon what looked like a giant green fireball that spun around us all at head level, decapitating the attacking swarm.
"C'mon we gotta get out of here." Trixie said.
"Wha-what? why are you helping us?" Octavia asked.

"The great and powerful Trixie may be a braggart, but she's not heartless." She said with a smirk, "and besides, us performers gotta stick together."

Trixie
This was certainly an unforeseen circumstance. One minute I'm arguing with some snobby cellist and setting up pyrotechnics for that ... bleh... Rarity's little fashion show, the next I'm saving the prissy mare's life from a bloody draugr. When you have put on as many shows as I have, you have to learn about all the ancient monsters you can to keep your show fresh... not to mention i've always had a soft spot for zom-pony stories. The only way to get rid of the ruffians is to liberate the fell beast from its brain case. They really are a messy bunch I will admit, its head popped like a twenty pound bag full of tomato soup all over the marshmallow white diva. Priceless. I then skillfully brought the other two pursuers down with one fireball.
I expected a little gratitude from Rarity but it seemed all she could do was roll around clutching her eye. Apparently she was gored in the struggle. Lucky for her the only way to become one of them is through a bite, not the horn, so she's safe...or as safe as a one eyed pony amongst a horde of rampaging pony-hungry killing machines can be I suppose.
I hurriedly let another fireball fly, keeping this one in orbit around me to protect me from these vicious curs. The crowds were clamoring over each other to get away from the mounting army of supernatural foes. I saw the DJ drop an amp on one of them to save her friend, the snobby cellist, but there was no way she'd be safe for long in that melee. I was just about to step in when she hit a button on the thing and blasted down the group attacking her and rattling my teeth against my skull in the process. I even singed my hat with the bloody fireball because of that racket. I do say though, it was rather effective. It didn't kill the things, but it did seem to completely destroy their equilibrium rendering them to about the threat level of newborn foals with a biting problem. I managed to get my hooves to my ears before the DJ grabbed her weaponized amplifier and fired it again, but it wasn't enough, and soon the pair were surrounded. At this point my magic was waning, and I was having trouble keeping the fireball aloft. I had to think fast. Luckily, the Great and Powerful Trixie thinks well on her hooves. so I used my remaining power to accelerate the ball in its orbit around me, until it was moving so fast you could barely discern its shape and leaped into the fray, extending the rotation and taking out all the heads of the attackers in one fell swoop.
"C'mon we gotta get out of here!" I shouted at the dazed duo.
"Wha- What? Why are you helping us?" The DJ asked in bewilderment.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie may be a braggart, but she's not heartless," I said with great flourish, "and besides, we performers gotta stick together," I finished with a wink. The DJ pony blushed slightly and the cellist shot me a glare.
"Now let me tell you a story, its called LETS GO ALREADY!!!"
"Ri-right." The Dj said, regaining her composure. "Lead the way."