Hello, I am CyverseFlutterwing. I'm a Level 7 Cyverse Fusion Monster that requires a fetish for women's pro wrestling and humanized My Litle Pony characters as the Fusion Materials. My first effect is that at the start of the Author's Note I have to recognize that this fanfic is based off the Deviantart works of TheBestJojo; more specifically the mlp gallery with the humanized mlp characters being portrayed as sexy, fit women wrestling in swimsuits. Seriously, I love them, and I kinda want to do this because I really feel you could make based off the concept he makes.

My second effect (Quick Effect): I have to let you know that I do NOT take any credit for his pictures. Those are his, I'm just reiderating that I'm writing this based off them.

My final effect is that I can draw 1 card... which reads that MLP is owned by Hasbro, and that pro wrestling is owned by the WWE (It's actually not, but it certainly hasn't stopped them from trying, has it?).

I hope you enjoy what I've made thus far. I'll place one card face down and end this irrelavent Yu-Gi-Oh shtick.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

C'mon, geenlightgreenlightgreenlightgrenlight…

Ting! The light turned green.

You place your foot on the gas, but not too hard to mess up your motor. It wouldn't do you any good to break down on your way to the movies, now would it? You start off easy and then you keep going till you reach fifty on the speedometer. The night was a cool one, further emphasized by the cold wind blowing through your hair. Looking around Canterlot, it was always a nice city to drive around when you had nothing else to do. Sure, living in the next town thirty minutes away meant you seldom had an excuse to even bother visiting Canterlot, but luckily—or rather unluckily—your town doesn't have its own movie theater. Canterlot had the only cinema of for miles, so really this was the only way to see anything on the big screen. But, whatever. At least this city was prettier to look at compared to your bland, unappealing home town.

Then you see something odd. Peculiar. Maybe even enticing? Hard to say, but you certainly know something's going on in that oval-shaped building near the edge of the city. But then again, why should this building be any more special than any of the others? Not like you haven't gone past many like them before. And do you honestly care enough to go waste your gas driving over there? No. No you don't. It's probably one of those congressional buildings or whatever you call them, and politics are the last things you want to care about right now. It's Saturday night, and you're on your way to see Church Boyz II: Duderonomy. One really hasn't lived until they've seen David A. R. White and Jonah Hill combat the Satanic Yakuza. So you go on your way, hoping you could get there in time to catch the previews.

This was your first mistake: Honestly thinking Jonah Hill makes any cinematic experience better. The second was not entertaining the curiosity of your previous thought. Though one probably wouldn't blame you for not going along with that idea. After all, what would you expect to find? A professional wrestling show full of sexy, sturdy women in skimpy swimsuits fighting in a ring for the entertainment of a small arena filled with almost three thousand people?

Uh, yeah. Get real.

Meanwhile…

*BAM!*

The arena erupted with cheers, their investment in the ongoing match reaching its peak. Very wrestling fan, short and tall, big and small, one and all took a side, seeing who would make it out on top. The stands were mostly dark, especially in the back where most of the light came from the various light sticks and camera flashes from phones going off. The further to the center of the enormous room, the darkness gradually lifted, revealing the multiple signs people held up such as "Take It Off!" or "Turn Around". Suspended from the ceiling were the ring lights, with large speakers connected to the outside rims. Most of the light shown on the wrestling ring that was taking center stage in the center of the arena, barricaded off by the front rowers lucky enough to get this close to the action. And for what they were seeing, the tickets they bought were worth every dime.

Pinkie Pie, one of the wrestlers in the ring as well as the current dominator of this match, propped her hands on her knees to catch her breath. She stood up and flung her large, poofy pink hair around to flick off some of the sweat she had accumulated. She wiped her hands down her face and over her breasts which was clad with a pale pink bikini top with a few pale yellow and blue polka dots. It held up her ballooning breasts well, covering the underboob, but still providing a heavily exposed cleavage with some skin on the sides showing too. Beneath her beautiful bust was a slightly under defined six pack reaching down to her bikini bottoms, hugging at her crotch and accentuating her butt.

Lying at Pinkie Pie's bare feet was Octavia Melody. A British woman with long, dark grey hair sprawled out on her back from one of Pinkie Pie's particularly powerful power slams. Octavia's eyes were shut and her mouth barely agape. Her face was twisted in anguish. With each heavy breath she took, her ample breasts rose and fell, barely constrained by her halter top bikini revealing much of her cleavage along with her sideboobs with a small window of underboob at the bottom. It had an off white coloration with decorative music notes, including a treble clef on the right breast.

Pinkie Pie noted that her opponent was barely moving apart from bending her knee a bit to reveal some of the crotch of her pure goldish grey bikini bottoms. Pinkie Pie smiled, knowing she had this one in the bag.

"You gave me a lot of 'treble', Octavia, but now the party's over for you!" Pinkie Pie pointed a finger in the air, letting everybody know that it was time for her finishing move.

Pinkie Pie bent down to grab Octavia's wrist and ankle before pulling her body a little further away from the middle of the ring. Climbing the closest corner, she turned around and balanced herself with both of her feet placed on each side of the turnbuckles connecting top ropes. Pinkie raising her arm up with her thumb pointed up. Like a sniper lining the target in their crosshairs, she placed her thumb over her downed opponent, sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she lined up the shot. She then squat down, making a bit of her polka dot bikini bottom wedge into her plump butt before she made her big jump, extending her arms out.

"BAAAANZAAAAIIIII!"

Pinkie Pie hurdled down and splashed her body across Octavia's, the crash making a loud thud on the canvas. Octavia's eyes shot open as she gasped, her body jerking up. The veins in her neck tensed against her clip-on white collar and pink bowtie, feeling the full force of Pinkie Pie's toned abs crush her belly: a spectacle much to the crowd's enjoyment.

"THAT WAS AWE-SOME!" *clap-clap-clap* THAT WAS AWE-SOME!" *clap-clap-clap* "THAT WAS AWE-SOME!*

Octavia groaned as her eyes rolled back and her body settled back down onto the mat with her arms slung over her head. Pinkie Pie stood on her knees and picked the wedgie out of her butt.

"C'mon, she's down!" One of the people in the stands yelled out.

"Yeah, pin her!" exclaimed another.

Pinkie Pie smiled happily, leaning over to hook her arm around the back of Octavia's knee pit and pulling her leg back, giving anyone watching the match from that side of the ring a good view of her smooth posterior. Pinkie then pressed her chest down across Octavia's, pressing their breasts together. One hand turning Octavia's head on its side and the cover was complete.

The referee, a young man with a short black hair and a green Mohawk, got low on his knees and checked Octavia's shoulders. Once he saw that both were pressed down, he started the count. Each slap made Octavia's hooked leg jiggle to add dramatic effect.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

The crowd uproared with cheer as the referee stood up on his knees, calling for the bell.

*Dingdingdingdingding…!*

Pinkie Pie got up and shoved Octavia's limp leg back onto the canvas before pumping booth fists in the air. "Wha-hooooo~!" Pinkie Pie then jumped up, skipping around and soaking in the praises of the attendees. Pinkie Pie returned to the middle of the ring and let the referee raise her hand. The announcer officially called the match.

"Here is your winner by pinfalll! Piiiinkiiiie Piiiiiiie!"

Pinkie Pie bent her leg back, standing on one foot as she pumped her free fist into the air. Confetti started raining onto the ring as the ref released her. Because Octavia was still out cold, Pinkie thought it would be cool to finish the match by going over to her opponent and press her foot down across her breasts, squishing them underneath. Pinkie shot two peace signs to the camera, grinning triumphantly as everyone chanted her name.

Fade to back…

Welcome To The Show.

Well that was it. Leave a review if you liked it enough (Please :'(), and I'll upload the next Chapter later.