Title:           In the Ring: By the Munch
Author:          Bang_Baby
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First Edit:      Saturday 8th of December 2012 04:47:55 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 8th of December 2012 04:47:55 PM CDT

>You're Anonymous, street rat of Stalliongrad.
>It's basically the slums of Equestria.
>The guard here has been paid off by a street-lord seeing as how they turn a blind eye for him and his gang.
>You try to steer clear of the gangs as much as possible, but being as how no pony would hire you, save for a few times as a bodyguard, you had to learn the art of pickpocketing.
>You're on your way home from the local tavern.
>It's later than you would like it to be.
>Got held up at the tavern, chatting a few mares up.
>You got rejected like the bastard you are, but not before slipping out with their purses.
>Letting out a small chuckle, you count the bits you took from them, throwing the purses away as you count.
>You let out a sigh as you find that there were only 15 all together.
>This is the smallest load in a while.
>Pocketing the remaining purse, you cut through an alley to get home.
>You live in a pieced together hut, it's a shit hole, but it's your shit hole.
>As you near the end of the alley, someone walks in front of you.
>Shit, looks like it’s Raggs.
>And it seems he brought friends along
>Scruffy Raggs is the aforementioned street-lord.
>"Hey there, Two-Legs, I heard something about you stealing on our turf. From my mare no less."
>Shit, one of them floozies was his mare?
"I don't know what you're talking 'bout Raggs. I was just heading home after working a job."
>Regardless of the fact you haven't had a job in weeks. Just hope he didn't know...
>"That's pretty funny, seeing as how I haven't had word of you getting a job. And seeing as how my mare told me you were at The Hanged Stallion for the better part of three hours trying to talk her and her friends up."
>He doesn't look like he's buying what you're selling.
>"I also happened to stumble across a few purses on my way here."
>He retrieves one of the purses from his bags. Sure enough, it was one of the purses you threw away.
>"This doesn't seem similar? I'm pretty sure I saw you ditch it as you were walking here."
"No sir, haven’t seen it before in my life."
>He groans, "Okay, let's cut the shit."
>You feel something collide with the back of your head, and something climb onto your back.
>You feel something go though your pocket and pull out the coin purse you had kept.
>"This looks like the coin purse I gave her last week."
>Well, your luck is now at an all time new low. How can it get any worse?
>"Alright, bag him up boys. We're going to have him work off the money he's stolen on our turf."
>Well, that's one way... At least their not taking your Gorilla Munch. Shits fucking tasty.
>"And search his house, if you find any Munch, take it."
"NO! NOT THE MUNCH!"
>For the sake of the Munch, you reverse elbow the pony sitting on your back, sending him flying off.
>You launch yourself at Raggs, in a desperate attack to defend your Munch.
>You didn't count on a giant white Pegasus to show up.
>Now, I know what you're thinking, he's a Pegasus. He's small, and has weak bones.
>This fucker on the other hand looks like Randy Savage and some horse got together, had a sort of one night stand, where the horse called Randy, but he never picked up. The horse visited randy a few days later saying she missed her period, and that he'll have to take care of the kid. Randy reluctantly accepted and a few months later the fucker in front of you was born.
>The new guy hit you in the side of your head with a right hook.
>You went out like a light.