The Hoof Wrestle

by Midnight Blackhorn

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Comedy
Length: 1106

A Commission done for Rackenhammer on canterlot.com

The tale of a young colt named Wordsworth Psmith meeting his best friend Might. Quick 1-shot request from Rackenhammer.

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Published 2012-11-19 18:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-19 18:40:01 UTC

Chapter 1

It was just another day in the school Wordsworth went to. Nothing good had happened that day. Of course, nothing bad had happened either. Wordsworth swore that was the motto of the school: pure boredom. He sighed out lout. It was almost time for winter break, which, to an extent, excited Wordworth. Honestly, sometimes I swear my IQ drops considerably when around these ponies. Why did I have to transfer? He sighed again. He wished he had something to do, someone to hang out with. Unfortunately for poor Wordsworth, he wasn't exactly the most popular pony around. As a matter of fact, he swore that his fellow classmates were simply avoiding him has he walked through the brick-brown halls. This place needs to be destroyed he thought to himself. Or at least painted a different color He laughed at the thought, knowing full well no matter what color you paint this boring old school, the boring old school part remains. Weather it was a brown colored boring old school, or a green colored boring old school, it was still boring and still old. Like putting a ribbon on a hydra
he thought to himself.

"Man, I can't believe that lecture today. It was just sooooo boring!" A nearby student said to another

"Yeah! Who needs math anyways! Wait a second, here comes Wordsworth" the second replied

"Oh yeah, him. He talks waaay too much" a third chimed in, laughing

"Let's get out of here before he sees us!" the first said

Wordsworth was walking to his next class when he overheard the other students talking about him again. He couldn't, for the life of him, understand why they felt that way about him. Okay, so maybe I do get a little chatty from time to time, but is that any reason to dislike a pony? Because he is intelligent? he thought to himself. Oh dear, here he comes

"Hey, Wordsworth! Don't you ignore me, get over here!"

The voice of the one pony he despised. His name was Steelhoof, and he was what you might call a bully. He had been picking on Wordsworth since the day he transferred to this infernal school, and Wordsworth was actually quite tired of him. He seemed more a timberwolf than a pony; he was one of the tallest colts Wordsworth had ever seen, and today he seemed to be in a particularly sour mood. Wordsworth slowly walked over to him.

"Oh, I am sorry, were you speaking to me? Or yourself perhaps? I wouldn't talk to you, personally. You seem rather dull. I think an apple would have more interesting things to speak about than you. If it is a battle of wits you are looking for Steelhoof, I am terribly sorry to say this, but you are rather unarmed. As a man of honor, I don't fight the unarmed, so consider yourself lucky. After all, we would hate to see your reputation get ruined when I leave you crying, correct?"

"What did you just say to me, nerd?"

Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear, Wordsworth what have you gotten yourself into now? he thought to himself

"Hey, Steelhoof! Why don't you leave him alone!"

Wordsworth turned to see another colt; an earth pony. He had never met this pony, but he looked strong. Hmmm....Perhaps not all these ponies are rude brutes he thought to himself

"What did you just say to me?" Steelhoof said to the new colt

"I said, why don't you leave him alone" the colt said

"Why should I?" Steelhoof asked

"How about this: I challenge you to a hoof wrestling match"

Steelhoof laughed at the colt's suggestion

"Okay, lets say I hoof wrestle you. When I win, what do I get?"

"If you win, I give you my weekly allowance, 5 bits. But if I win, you leave this guy alone" he pointed a hoof at Wordsworth

Steelhoof laughed "Okay then, I hope you have that 5 bits ready, 'cause you're about to lose 'em"

They walked towards each other. They were in the cafeteria, so there was no shortage of tables for the competition to take place on.

"So, what's your name then?" Steelhoof asked

"Might Batsman" the colt replied.

"Ready?"

"Whenever you are"

The 2 colts began wrestling. Steelhoof was obviously trying his hardest to pin Might's hoof to the table but it wouldn't budge.

"I am quite certain this.....rather neanderthalic show of strength is unnecessary. How about we work out a more....diplomatic way of working this out?"

Both colts looked at Wordsworth, eyebrows raised in a kind of "Are you serious?" expression

"What? It was just a suggestion." Wordsworth said. Steelhoof rolled his eyes

"You make my teeth ache" Steelhoof said. Might and Steelhoof refocused on their match, with Steelhoof still struggling to push Might's hoof down

"Having trouble?" Might asked Steelhoof

"Be quiet!" Steelhoof snapped

Might yawned as Steelhoof struggled.

"Well, that's enough of this" he said. Then, in one movement he pinned Steelhoof's hoof to the table. "I win" he said with a smirk.

"Wh-wh-WHAT? But I've never lost a hoof wrestle before!"

"Well, now you have" Might said. "Now, about our deal"

"Fine, sod it all I'll leave the nerd alone"

"Good. Now as for you" Might said, turning to Wordsworth "What is your name?"

"Wordsworth. Wordsworth Psmith"

"Psmith, eh? Nice to meet you. Have you eaten yet?"

"Now that you mention it" His stomach grumbled "I am rather famished"

"How convenient! So am I" Might said. They trotted off to get a bite to eat

After that day, the two colts became very good friends. As it turns out, they were both transferred from other schools, and neither really cared much for it. They hung out as much as possible from then on, and almost always got into trouble together.

Steelhoof stayed true to his word, and didn't pick on Wordsworth again. Funny enough, he and Might became friends after their match, such is the way of honorable colts.

Wordsworth himself was happy that he had made a friend who was willing to go on silly adventures with him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Perhaps I will write more chapters for this. Some things might change depending on the opinion of the OC's creator, but this is my semi finalized version.

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-Midnight