COME ON AND SLAM, AND WELCOME TO THE JAM!
Equestria Invading
Chapter 7
Any attempt to keep any dramatic silence in the stadium failed miserably, considering the level of testosterone-pumped wrestle fever it was up against. The fans crammed inside didn't even care that they couldn't see each other, or even that they'd spent hours standing around in total darkness, as they were all too overcome to think straight by the urge to cheer, pump their fists, or even throw a chair at a random spot in the audience.
Not even the ponies who'd get hit would care. It was Slamquestria, after all.
When the lights above the wrestling were switched on, however, everything that'd come before might as well have been silence when the ponies chanting exploded into a deafening uproar like a plague, with everypony desperately jumping out of rhythm to get a glimpse of the action. The sound couldn't of gotten any louder, but the mobbing hit its biggest intensity around a path leading from the penthouse of the stadium to the ring itself, at a set of doors that unleashed a large gout of steam as they slid apart.
The pony who came out towered high over every head in the stadium, relishing in the glory raining down on her as she strutted towards the ring. Slamlestia's voluptuous frame was blackened out by a dark business suit and tie, eyes covered by a pair of mirrored sunglasses, but she gladly broke out of her professional attire to yuck it up with fans lucky enough to have tickets for seats along the path, taking plenty of time to give handshakes, high fives, noogies, join in on selfies, or even kiss babies on her way to ground zero.
A microphone rose from the center of her stage when she made it to the steps, and with a great flourish she snatched it off the stand.
"CITIZENS OF SLAMQUESTRIA, ARE YOU ALL READY FOR SOME SLAMMING?!"
There wasn't a lone "yes" to be heard in the uproar, but the sheer excitement setting the stadium ablaze spoke enough.
"THAT'S NOT A YEAR'S WORTH OF WAITING, I SAID ARE YOU READY FOR SOME SLAMMING?!"
...and at that, the volume of the mob hit the highest volume it'd ever reach, enough to melt the earbuds of anybody who hadn't immunized themselves after getting tickets.
"Well, I guess I'll make it worth your while, then! I'm here, you're all here, everypony watching at home is here, our Slam RouletteTM is here, and of course our Slam Queen III is one year ready for some slamming! So, without further ado, let's give a Slamquestria to our Slam Queen VI, the one, the ONLY, THE SMASHDANCE!!!"
The door at the other end of the stadium opened, this one much wider and taller than Slamlestia's entrance. Once again, the audience went nuts, but unlike with the Slam President, she didn't spare them a glance as the light of the stadium poured through the opening doorway. She only stood still, waiting for the motors to swing them open all the way before making her first step.
It took several paces for her to push her stomach from the office's darkness alone, and just a few more for her to lead her barn-sized shoulders out into the stadium's cool air. Slamlestia may have been a big pony, but Smashdance was big enough to swallow a dozen Slamlestias whole, not just for standing twenty feet in height, but lugging around a behemoth of a belly that'd overflowed in a round mass that perpetually sagged onto the ground, but the superpowered muscles buried inside her body smoothed out its form enough that it jutted in the shape of a near perfect ball. A few feet of impenetrable-looking lard bulked up her legs and arms enough that her thighs kept swishing around one another with her steps, but her strength puffed them up into an even tighter seal, her arms bulging intimidatingly with the slightest movements.
A vast amount of her bright pink fur was left nude, clothed only by a set of streamlined leg armor and a spiked metal bikini that binded around a pair of breasts each weighing in at several tons, sitting on her stomach in what'd be a large armful for her. Whatever expression her face could've been giving was shielded from the world by a metal mask with two large, black lens in lace for the eyes, and a vent at the tip of the muzzle, with only her horn, ears, and a head of toffee colored waterful of hair to poke free.
A tiny purple dragon in a black and white referee uniform scampered a few feet behind, with a gray pegasus in a blue uniform trying to keep a heavy camera trained on the monumental alicorn. She didn't give them a visible glance, nor said anything on her trek through the thundering applause and to her home on the ring.
"Mares and gentlestallions, tonight marks Smashdance's third year anniversary during her unmatched slam conquest along the universe, and tonight marks the beginning for what shall hopefully be a fourth! Slam Queen VI, are you ready?"
"Yes, my slam president." What would've normally been a soothing, harmonious voice was filtered by her mask's speaker, leaving it cold and mechanical.
"Well, let's not wait any longer! Let's ready the Slam RouletteTM!"
She pointed her mic to the ceiling, and through the fluorescent cage keeping the stadium lit, a tank with hundreds of plastic capsules inside was lowered on chains that didn't try and stop the device from swaying around. The movement rattled around the balls inside, shuffling them around on top of the mechanisms and passageways built within the base until one managed to worm its way down and into the main drain.
In one final wave of anticipation before the fireworks began, the audience watched in glee as a single bulb rolled down the clear tube coiled around the tank's body. Reaching an arm over her head, Slamlestia's timing was perfect to hold a hand open under the tube's mouth when the tank hit its chain, the capsule plopping into her palm after a few seconds.
"Alright everypony! Grab your snacks, grab your drinks, 'cause now it's time!" She unscrewed the lid, taking out a folded up sheet of paper. "The next spot in Smashdance's slam quest shall be..."
"...citizens of Earth."
In a long, foul sweep that emanated across the entire planet, a wave of darkness muted the thousands of frequencies flying through Earth's skies. For a few seconds, all of humankind's televisions, phones, screens, monitors, and displays went dead, disintegrating into static, and all the conflicts and trivial bickering that gripped the planet hit a pause as all turned to stare back at the masked being hijacking their feeds.
"My name is Smashdance, Slam Queen VI of planet Slamquestria. I come to you all as the next planet to face the prowess of my 'wrestling,' as your kind would find familiar, and herein declare a worldwide challenge that each and every one of you shall step into. I wish not to bring a wake of destruction or death to your world, but to reclaim the slam energies of your planet for those who are truly worthy, and to spread the name of Slamquestria into every corner of space's reach. Feel free to find me on your own as I trek your planet to grapple at your own will, but let it be known that I shall leave no stone unturned. To all, watching or not, I shall find you. We shall face in the ring, and I will not wait to allow you any readying or training. Resign and cower if you must, but you only waylay the inevitable. To bring weaponry is to lose of the lowest degree, but should you willingly face me, you may face defeat at the highest standard a being could ever meet.
"After this transmission's end, I, my referee, and cameramare shall appear upon your world in ten minutes. Should you not see me out your windows by then, you may yet have a chance to prepare yourselves. If so, however, do not bother to run, and do not bother to hide, because none shall be spared of their fate.
"...and let me say one last thing; I do not do this of my own desire. If I had one request, however, it would be for a challenge to be found out of this world, but again, that's not for me to truly decide. Ready yourselves, for my terms have been laid."
Not even the ponies who'd get hit would care. It was Slamquestria, after all.
When the lights above the wrestling were switched on, however, everything that'd come before might as well have been silence when the ponies chanting exploded into a deafening uproar like a plague, with everypony desperately jumping out of rhythm to get a glimpse of the action. The sound couldn't of gotten any louder, but the mobbing hit its biggest intensity around a path leading from the penthouse of the stadium to the ring itself, at a set of doors that unleashed a large gout of steam as they slid apart.
The pony who came out towered high over every head in the stadium, relishing in the glory raining down on her as she strutted towards the ring. Slamlestia's voluptuous frame was blackened out by a dark business suit and tie, eyes covered by a pair of mirrored sunglasses, but she gladly broke out of her professional attire to yuck it up with fans lucky enough to have tickets for seats along the path, taking plenty of time to give handshakes, high fives, noogies, join in on selfies, or even kiss babies on her way to ground zero.
A microphone rose from the center of her stage when she made it to the steps, and with a great flourish she snatched it off the stand.
"CITIZENS OF SLAMQUESTRIA, ARE YOU ALL READY FOR SOME SLAMMING?!"
There wasn't a lone "yes" to be heard in the uproar, but the sheer excitement setting the stadium ablaze spoke enough.
"THAT'S NOT A YEAR'S WORTH OF WAITING, I SAID ARE YOU READY FOR SOME SLAMMING?!"
...and at that, the volume of the mob hit the highest volume it'd ever reach, enough to melt the earbuds of anybody who hadn't immunized themselves after getting tickets.
"Well, I guess I'll make it worth your while, then! I'm here, you're all here, everypony watching at home is here, our Slam RouletteTM is here, and of course our Slam Queen III is one year ready for some slamming! So, without further ado, let's give a Slamquestria to our Slam Queen VI, the one, the ONLY, THE SMASHDANCE!!!"
The door at the other end of the stadium opened, this one much wider and taller than Slamlestia's entrance. Once again, the audience went nuts, but unlike with the Slam President, she didn't spare them a glance as the light of the stadium poured through the opening doorway. She only stood still, waiting for the motors to swing them open all the way before making her first step.
It took several paces for her to push her stomach from the office's darkness alone, and just a few more for her to lead her barn-sized shoulders out into the stadium's cool air. Slamlestia may have been a big pony, but Smashdance was big enough to swallow a dozen Slamlestias whole, not just for standing twenty feet in height, but lugging around a behemoth of a belly that'd overflowed in a round mass that perpetually sagged onto the ground, but the superpowered muscles buried inside her body smoothed out its form enough that it jutted in the shape of a near perfect ball. A few feet of impenetrable-looking lard bulked up her legs and arms enough that her thighs kept swishing around one another with her steps, but her strength puffed them up into an even tighter seal, her arms bulging intimidatingly with the slightest movements.
A vast amount of her bright pink fur was left nude, clothed only by a set of streamlined leg armor and a spiked metal bikini that binded around a pair of breasts each weighing in at several tons, sitting on her stomach in what'd be a large armful for her. Whatever expression her face could've been giving was shielded from the world by a metal mask with two large, black lens in lace for the eyes, and a vent at the tip of the muzzle, with only her horn, ears, and a head of toffee colored waterful of hair to poke free.
A tiny purple dragon in a black and white referee uniform scampered a few feet behind, with a gray pegasus in a blue uniform trying to keep a heavy camera trained on the monumental alicorn. She didn't give them a visible glance, nor said anything on her trek through the thundering applause and to her home on the ring.
"Mares and gentlestallions, tonight marks Smashdance's third year anniversary during her unmatched slam conquest along the universe, and tonight marks the beginning for what shall hopefully be a fourth! Slam Queen VI, are you ready?"
"Yes, my slam president." What would've normally been a soothing, harmonious voice was filtered by her mask's speaker, leaving it cold and mechanical.
"Well, let's not wait any longer! Let's ready the Slam RouletteTM!"
She pointed her mic to the ceiling, and through the fluorescent cage keeping the stadium lit, a tank with hundreds of plastic capsules inside was lowered on chains that didn't try and stop the device from swaying around. The movement rattled around the balls inside, shuffling them around on top of the mechanisms and passageways built within the base until one managed to worm its way down and into the main drain.
In one final wave of anticipation before the fireworks began, the audience watched in glee as a single bulb rolled down the clear tube coiled around the tank's body. Reaching an arm over her head, Slamlestia's timing was perfect to hold a hand open under the tube's mouth when the tank hit its chain, the capsule plopping into her palm after a few seconds.
"Alright everypony! Grab your snacks, grab your drinks, 'cause now it's time!" She unscrewed the lid, taking out a folded up sheet of paper. "The next spot in Smashdance's slam quest shall be..."
.....
"...citizens of Earth."
In a long, foul sweep that emanated across the entire planet, a wave of darkness muted the thousands of frequencies flying through Earth's skies. For a few seconds, all of humankind's televisions, phones, screens, monitors, and displays went dead, disintegrating into static, and all the conflicts and trivial bickering that gripped the planet hit a pause as all turned to stare back at the masked being hijacking their feeds.
"My name is Smashdance, Slam Queen VI of planet Slamquestria. I come to you all as the next planet to face the prowess of my 'wrestling,' as your kind would find familiar, and herein declare a worldwide challenge that each and every one of you shall step into. I wish not to bring a wake of destruction or death to your world, but to reclaim the slam energies of your planet for those who are truly worthy, and to spread the name of Slamquestria into every corner of space's reach. Feel free to find me on your own as I trek your planet to grapple at your own will, but let it be known that I shall leave no stone unturned. To all, watching or not, I shall find you. We shall face in the ring, and I will not wait to allow you any readying or training. Resign and cower if you must, but you only waylay the inevitable. To bring weaponry is to lose of the lowest degree, but should you willingly face me, you may face defeat at the highest standard a being could ever meet.
"After this transmission's end, I, my referee, and cameramare shall appear upon your world in ten minutes. Should you not see me out your windows by then, you may yet have a chance to prepare yourselves. If so, however, do not bother to run, and do not bother to hide, because none shall be spared of their fate.
"...and let me say one last thing; I do not do this of my own desire. If I had one request, however, it would be for a challenge to be found out of this world, but again, that's not for me to truly decide. Ready yourselves, for my terms have been laid."
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