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The New Dead had turned to leave...but they suddenly reversed and backed slowly towards the Luchas and Harry on Concourse B. Two other monsters blocked their way.

Suddenly, the popcorn-dwelling zombie rose up out of his buttery-popped domain and joined the other two lurching zombies.

A monster in the crowd perked up and shouted.

"OH MY GOTH! IT'S...THE YIELD!"

Backyard Monster wrestling fans cheered, knowing exactly what was going on. Those who did not go to the Chase Farm on Sunday afternoons to watch backyard monster wrestling had no clue, though.

"The Yield are the mortalfied zombie enemies of Los Monstruos De Destructos!" Eager Fanggirl Skelita Calavares hexplained. "That's Dean Amgross! And Death Rollins! And the popcorn-loving supermonster, Roman Braaaaaains!"

"Hey, we don't want any trouble with you!" Hexavier tried to beg off of the new arrivals. "We've already set up our match for Sunday! When we beat La Fuega and those other two, we're going to win Backyard Monster Wrestling contracts AND the valet services of Harry Herne!"

"Grrruuggggggghhhhhhhh...." Roman Braaaaains groaned, in the native tongue of zombies. The crowd gasped. Corps-E jumped up and down angrily.

"NO! NO, NO, NO! We will NOT agree to make this match a three-way dance!"

"UUUUggggghhhh uuuggghhh uhggghh." Death Rollins added in. La Fuega nodded sagely.

"I agree with the Yield! By throwing Harry into the popcorn, you treaded on Yield territory, New Dead! You made this their business! And we agree to the three-way stipulation!" La Fuega looked at Uno and Challenger Deep, who also nodded. "May the best monsters win!"

"Fine!" Hexavier yelled as Dean Amgross got in his face. Dean's eyeball floated lazily below its socket. "We agree. But when we win, we are going to take this out on his Royal Highness SO hard!"

"SO HARD!" Agreed Corps-E and Moldy. They gave Harry the "point at my eyes, point at you" motion in unison. The New Dead stepped around the Yield and headed for the exit.

"REMEMBER! THIS SUNDAY!" Hexavier yelled one last time before they vanished.

The Yield gave the Luchas one last warning groan, before heading back to the boiler room (except for Roman Braaaaains, who sank back into the popcorn. A couple of monsters in the crowd spit out the popcorn they were previously enjoying.

"Are you okay, Harry?" La Fuega asked the disheveled prince. With the showdown over, the concourse was moving again and it was starting to get crowded. "I think you may have a date to get back to! See you on Sunday, mi amigo!"

A gaggle of spooktators separated the two, and when Harry could see again, the Luchas were....gone!

Cassie stood up quickly from her seat on the bench glad to see her beast friend was alright!

"I thought you were lost in there!" She cried, she knew better by now that Atomica wouldn't do such a thing, but as friends do. Cassie still worries.

Cassie hugged her beastie, "It will be okay, I'm just glad you're alfright"

She saw Clawd looking at the bench and Demona moving slightly away from where she was standing. Cassie was hoping she didn't need to go up again. Last time was scary enough. She didn't really WANT to be in the round that determined if they absolutely lost or had a chance.

Her fangxiety was acting up just thinking about what would happen if they lost because of her.

"This. IS. Clawsome! Best Scaremester ever! Three-way match this Saturday! Fintastic! I just need to make sure dad doesn't find out." She was talking to herself in the lil ghoul's room, not noticing if anyone else was there. She washed the warriors make up off her face before rushing back to the pop-scorn stand.

"Excuse me. Mr. Braaaiins? I'm swimming late and I could a re-fill!!" She speaks polity as she hands him a gigantic bucket, which he snatches to fill and hands back to her.

"UhhhhEGGhh." He responds in Zombie dialect.

"My Dad? Oh Right, Dread the Destroyer from the movie! I'll get you an dead-graph signed for sure." She smiles as she swims off to the stands.



"Hey, you're a totes bad-ghoul! I like the attitude. Down with the Authority!" She shouts, fist-pumps the air.

"I'm Marianna. You should come sit with me and my dad. We have have a lot to talk about. Like those shoes. I love those shoes." She hooks her arms into hers and excorts her to where they are sitting.

"Hi Dad! Look! I made a friend." Hands her new friend some pop-scorn as they sit. "Sorry. What's your name?"

"My that's an impressive resume, Demona. I'm Dave Bootista, long list of achievements a side, Current MH Wrestling Coach. Pleased to meet you. And Granite City is in the lead 2 - 1." He informs them.

"Thanks! You can borrow my skirt. I'm staying on campus this scaremester. and, yeah, you could say I'm a sports fan." She says taking handfulls of pop-scorn. She was happy, things were going well so far!

"It's ok that Granite City has the lead, because Monster High still has some players they can throw into the next round for a tie."

The emscarassment! It was a rare thing for any monster to beat Glen in terms of speed thanks to being fueled up by Red Ghoul, sugar, and more Red Ghoul. His own teammates would be one thing, but for a big, lumbering, rocky gargoyle to cross the finish line before he or Atomica could!?

Glen sighed sadly as he skated up to the team's bench and he pulled off his helmet and gave it a throw down to the ground -- and thanks to its protectiveness, it bounced right back up and bonked him right between the eyes and he tilted back over and fell to the ground!

Slowly he sat back up and shook his head -- making 'that noise' with his lips and cheeks.

"Here ya go dude!" Deuce said as he passed a Red Ghoul to Glen.

"Thanks!" Glen smiled as Deuce helped his teammate to his feet and they waited to see who would be sent in for the third heat.

Draconia sat down delicately, joined by her good friend Chase Q just as the hexcitement died down. It looked like Monster High was using a time out between rounds to study their line. Meanwhile, Granite City were spellabrating with high five claws and drinking Gatorslayed.

"Dang, down by one!" Chase bemoaned as Draconia looked around. Wherever was Harry? Could he find his way back to their seats all fright?

"I'm sure we can make it up in the next round." Draconia reassured Chase. "If we can tie it up, there's always Sudden Undeath overtime."

Draconia glanced through the crowd. The strange ghoul who had appeared to make the battle between the New Dead and the Luchas even...where was she? Who was she?!

"C'MON CASS!! YOU'VE GOT THIS ONE LASS!!!"

The ear splitting sonic feedback from Lin's megaphone caused everyone to clutch at their ears, including Gryff who was seated beside 'his gremlin' in the stands. Soon as Lin stopped vibrating from said feedback, he climbed up on the railing in their front row and waved to Cassandra to show her she had her support, as did Atomica.

Harry stumbled up Concourse B in a bit of daze. A gaggle of goblins found him and tried to take him back to his doom but he knew he had to get back to his date. After much arguing, a disheveled hippie eventually made his way back to Draconia...dripping butter all over the place. At least he smelled yummy, according to that one strange ghoul at least.

"I was thrown into a popcorn pit, punched in the forehead, and had my noggin gnawed on by a strange ghoul...."

Harry managed to blurt that out before slumping into Draconia, eyes glazed over.