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Hope Galloway vs. Kailente vs. Guy Van Saint: Free Agent Match
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Hope Galloway vs. Kailente vs. Guy Van Saint

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Deadline: Thursday December 13th at 11:59 EST
 
FlutterShyFan
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The Cutest Pony In All of Ponyville
December 17, 2007

Hope Galloway is sitting her friend Olivia's house getting ready to watch a movie. Her friend Joy is on the couch next to her and as usual Joy is talking at a thousand words per second.

Sowhatisthismoviewe'rewatching? Isitagoodmovie? Istherelotsofactionanddramaandcomedy? Whostarsinit? IsawamovieyesterdaywithBradPittinitandhewassohot. IsBradPittinthismovie? Ihopeheis.

Hope tries to keep up with what Joy's saying but she gets lost as Olivia walks up and puts a hand on Joy's shoulder.

Joy, the movie's about to start, okay.

OohoohoohI'msoexcited!

Olivia sits between Joy and Hope and leans toward Hope.

Are you excited to?

Hope smiles. Over the last few months her friends had all been training to be Professional Wrestlers and they had all motivated Hope to keep getting better and better. Hope really appreciates being able to just relax here and hang out with her friends like this. So she smiles and responds.

Sure

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Today

The camera's start rolling. Hope stares nervously into them, her face illuminated by the hot bright lights. She can feels herself sweating away the make up. On the other side of the camera her friend Haley is encouraging her to talk. Hope gulps and then looks back to the camera before starting to talk.

My name is Hope and I've been scheduled to compete this week.

Haley starts motioning for Hope to speak louder. Hope responds by looking at the floor and stuttering.

M-my n-name is Hope. I h-have b-b-been sched

LOUDER!

Hope flinches and this time when her lips move nothing comes out except a small little squeak. She's shaking where she's standing, she's sweating profusely, and her eyes are drilling holes into the floor. Her arms are folded against her and her breathing is heavy and ragged.

M-my n-name is Hope.

Tears start to flood her eyes as she stands there frozen. Suddenly, her friend Haley runs into the frame and hugs her, hiding Hope's face from the camera. Haley seems to be whispering something to Hope but you can't hear what she's saying. After a few minutes Haley walks away and Hope seems to have pulled herself together. She stares into the camera with determination and starts to speak.

M-my name is Hope Galloway. I am a professional wrestler and this week I m-make my debut.

Hope wipes some of the sweat off her forehead and then looks passed the camera. Behind it her friend Haley motions for her to keep going and Hope resumes speaking.

I hope everyone enjoys my match and I just want to wish my opponents good luck. Th-thank you for your time.

Hope smiles sheepishly and the cameras quit rolling.
 
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‘Bout To Get Fruit Punched, Homie

One…Two…Buckle my shoe…

We hear a cackling laughter tone to the sound of the nursery rhyme as we slowly enter into frame of a dark, single lit boiler room. In the shadows we see the image of something; a man or worse rocking back and forth Indian style with his back to the camera. As we move closer the light grows more dim and dim as his cackling laughter continues to grow.

…Three….Four….Shut the door…

The cackling continues to grow but the rocking stops, turning it’s head we see the red and blue painted eyes of what looks to be a clown stare over his shoulder; finally aware of what’s around him.

…Five…Six….Pickup Sticks…

The laughter grows darker and more sinister as he begins to rock himself once more.

…Seven…Eight…Lay them Straight…

His white gloved hands stretch out before running through his purple and blue hair, pulling at it with vicious malice.

…Nine…Ten…We all die again.

Spinning on his backside the clown turns around to face the camera, but what we see is no monster; nor some creature of the abyss. Dressed like he’s about to work a children’s party the clown we see in front of us smiles like nothing’s wrong and his eyes; his eyes show signs of hope; of life.

Moxie..THAT’S ME!

He shouts with delight. As he points to himself with a stuck out thumb

Moxie is super excited for his opportunity; Moxie is ready for play time with the pretty girl. I look at her pictures and I look at her video and I look and I see how precious she is, like flowers and glass dolls she is just so cute.

Giggling we watch the clown names Moxie wiggle and shake his arms as he stares away from the camera like a shy kid.

Hope…oh Hope; she makes me want to vomit rainbows and butterflies and bake them into a cake o happiness and joy. I mean this place needs more happiness; the world too darn dark and full of hate; we need more hope.

His giggles and smiles echo around the room, but after a second they stop as a look of sadness and bleak news strikes his painted face.

But Moxie knows someone has to lose; and it would break my heart if that itty bitty wittle cootie with the most beautiful eyes had to suffer defeat. No..No..no I don’t want to see the little dove cry; I would break my heart to see sadness strike her face.

Moxie’s look of sadness slowly fades away and sick, sadistic corner grin strikes his face as his voice gets deeper and grows more eerie.

But someone has to lose; and there is no such thing as hope for the girl names after the word; and once this match finds itself in the midst of action; then the time to strike we be in my hands. Like a snake bite I will watch in pleasure as she withers and cripples at my feet, finding nothing but darkness and heartache as she watches me cackle and laugh above her blacking out body. And when she finds herself slipping between the shadow worlds; trapped between the light and the ever approaching darkness she will know what life without Hope is truly like. You should of stayed hidden and safe in your little world beautiful, you should of waited for someone easier to face because I am the last clown you will ever want to see.

Standing up Moxie grabs the light bulb and holds it in his hand, the heat and burning not seeming to faze him.

Trust me darling this is one trip to the big top you are going to wish you never went to.

As we watch Moxie’s sick sinister grin grow wider he looks as if he could kill someone, but in an instant the sick look fades away. No smile, no sadistic grin or look of killing intentions rather the look of confusion as Moxie pulls at his hair before banging his head into the wall.

NO…NO…NO…NO…NO

He repeats to himself as he keeps banging his head against the wall.

Moxie don’t want you here anymore; stay away and let me be I just want to be free

Moxie says as he keeps banging his head off the wall.

Why can’t you just go away; far away like birds or the sun.

We watch as the camera slowly begins to back away as Moxie’s pleas soon turn to sick laughter, turning his body he slides down the wall, blood flowing down his forehead as he just laughs to himself before going back into a seated rocking position as the camera just fades away.
Edited by Moxie, Dec 13 2012, 05:19 AM.
 
Guy Van Saint

“Good evening, America. My name is Guy Van Saint, but you can call me.”

Guy picks up a snifter of brandy and takes a sip.

“Guy Van Saint.”

He picks up a cigar and places it in his mouth. He doesn’t light it though, just kinda lets it hang there.

“At Showcase Zero I face three other opponents that I know nothing about, but I have nothing but respect for them. I wish all of us can win our match. But we can’t. Only one of us can. And that person will be me.”

Guy looks over at his manager, Max Scmidt.

“How was that?”

Max rolls his eyes.

“It sucked. You suck.”

He shrugs his shoulders.

“But I suppose it’s better than nothing.”
 
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