File v Shane

[TheOriginalSE]

All RP for the match between PETER FILE and STEVEN SHANE at RAUCOUS should be done in this folder. Any RP posted outside of the folder will not count.


The RP deadline is 4:59pm PST on SUNDAY, December 31st. Angles should be sent to secandido@san.rr.com ..

 

[PeterFile]

[FADE IN: The camera moves slowly down an abandoned street, steam rises from the manhole covers and trash fills the road. The sounds of cars buzzing on nearby streets fills the air with a sense of solitude, absent is the sense of safety found in most neighborhoods. The camera slows and pans to a dark alley, from the three-quarter shadow casting its self on the wall comes a man. His dark blue denim jacket, black sweat pants, white tee shirt and steel-toed work boots create the image of a man full if despair. His hair, black and full of tangled locks glistens under the lamp on the streets edge. Without hesitation he takes steps towards the camera, sticking his hand into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting up a single stick, he stares at the camera and begins.]

mmm.. mmm.. mmm... Peter File, Steven Shane, four ring posts and a soiled mat. I could ask for nothing more scrumptious, the thought trickles down my spine and tingles the hairs between my well shaped rear, and my elephants trunk.

How sen.. sen .. seeeenssational you are Steven Shane, how elaborate your moniker, how delicate your lips as they kiss my mat. I can't wait until I am able to thrust them up and down, faster.. faster.. slower, oh yes.. ::licks lips:: slower. If only those lips, and the mat could caress my inner thoughts, they could comfort me in my time of need.. but alas, only the subtle tick tock of your heart throbbing against mine could do that. Oh Steven, Stevie, Seeeeeeensational Shane. Your triple S's just slither off my tongue like a school boys first drop of dew..

I hope that Hollywood, the city of lights, glitz and glamor can help prepare you for the cold night you'll spend with me inside that ring. The lights shimmering off our sweat-encrusted bodies.. dripping each moment with the embodiment of ::breathes heavily:: manliness.

(Peter swallows hard and sighs before resting his sulking torso against the brick wall.)

ssssssssssssssssssss.... I am the snake Shane, will you come play with me?

[Peter laughs, pulling out a cigarette from his denim jacket. He looks off into the distance as the camera begins to fade.]

 

[thegr817deuce]

We open to a scene of a backstage locker room. Once we turn a corner, we are able to figure out that the locker room belongs to none other than The Sensational One himself, Steven Shane. He notices the camera and quickly sets down his bottle of water to share a few words with the crew.

Shane: You know, there are some things in life that you just never can quite comprehend.

What would drive Anna Nicole Smith to gain five thousand pounds when the only thing she ever had going for her was her body?

Why would Pamela Anderson ever think that something good would become of a relationship between her and Kid Rock?

And, quite possibly the most inexplicable event to date, why would the powers that be at New Era Wrestling decide to put their upstart, newly found Messiah of their wrestling organization against some diseased, disgusting wretch like that of Peter File, which by the way, might be absolutely the most creative name in all of sports entertainment. Big handclap for that one.

Shane mockingly claps his hands as he continues on.

Shane: I mean, seriously, let’s break this down for just one quick moment…

Steven Shane makes his NEW debut at BattleBrawl and damn near takes the whole thing in his very first ring appearance.

Only four men managed to last as long as The Sensational One, and yet, they are the ones that are given the magnificent matches.

Shawn Hart is in the middle of a damn war for the World Title. Granted, that was the stipulation for the man that wins the match, but that’s beside the point.

Cameron Cruise has a damn TV Title shot this week.

AND Daymon is in one half of the main event!

Shane shakes his head.

Shane: Even HAL, whom I defeated last week AND outlasted at BattleBrawl, gets a chance to face John Doe this week.

And what is left for Steven Shane?

The bottom of the barrel.

Some low-life, who thinks it’s cool to have a moniker that likens you to that of someone that violates children.

Absolutely fabulous…

Shane takes a moment and then drops to his knees.

Shane: Oh dear lords of NEW…

I beg of you, please…

Give me this one chance. This one chance to actually face someone with a bit of talent and one that might actually challenge me inside the squared circle.

Please see me not as a destroyer of talent…

But as the Messiah of all that is NEW.

I have come here for the sole purpose of saving this organization from the wretched leadings of the Jonathan Marx’s and the Shawn Hart’s.

I am only here to make NEW more money than they could have ever imagined possible.

If that means sparing any kind of career that losers like HAL and Peter File have, then it is what I will do.

But, if crushing them beyond all recognition is what you crave, know that I am more than capable of this as well.

All I’m asking for is the chance to be challenged.

Even Cameron Cruise would work…

Amen.

Shane steps back up with a devilish smile on his face.

Shane: You know, Peter…

As far as organizational experience is concerned, you and I are practically on the same level here in NEW.

Unfortunately, that isn’t the measuring stick in this business.

The stick that is universally recognized is winning. And in case you haven’t been paying attention, I do it well and often.

NEW is new ground for me, but winning is not. And don’t expect that to be changed this week when you try to pull off the upset against me.

Alliteration aside, I’m going to make sure that this Triple S never slithers off of your tongue again.

Because this Messiah is only bringing life to the NEW…

Your career, well, that my friend, is going to be an undertaking…

And that is something that is truly… SENSATIONAL!

Shane gives a smile and turns away from the camera as it fades out.

 

[PeterFile]

[FADE IN: Ashes fall from the bud of a cigarette. Smoke fills the screen as the camera zooms out and pans upwards. As the camera finishes it's movements a blurry image of a man comes into focus. We see the familiar face of Peter File, adorned in the same outfit we've grown accustomed to. His face is filled with despair, eyes glimmering with the sense of coldness only felt within the confines of a frigid winter evening. Peter takes a final puff of his cigarette before discarding it on the ground, pressing the reminance into the ground with his scuffed work boots. He rubs his face with his hands and looks into the camera, peering into the viewers soul.]

mmm... Shane, there are questions in life that may never be answered. Such subtle ambiance fills your mind as your contemplate the worlds ever so binding questions, such as the thirst for a young mans sweat. These ideas never seem to be answered, they are hardly quantifiable.. it seems as if, they were never meant to be more than comedic interludes for casual conversation. But who knows... mmm... ::sighs:: who knows baby boy, who knows. It appears as if all of your questions revolve around the presence of bad taste amongst pseudo-celebrities.. known for taking off their clothes. Shane, is it that you love when someone is naked? Is it a Freudian complex that drives you to fantasize about everyone in their god-given apparel? I may not know the answer.. but hopefully.. mmm.. oh yes, hopefully I'll find out very soon darling. Maybe in and out ... in and out... in and out of the ring we can give into each other.

I have to admit darling that you have gotten me right.. I am diseased, a scoundrel on society.. but less you forget Messiah that I too am a top athlete. There once was a time where I was on top of the world in the New Era.. check your tapes, rewind them to the four way.. mmm.. I can remember it so well.. you'll understand that I am more than you perceive. But all of us are more Than we're viewed... ought we shed ourselves of these tapestries we are held against?

You claim to deserve a shot like all of those who you lasted against.. mmm, and might I say you lasted longer than most.. it's good to know that you are not the minute man. It shall be a wonderful occasion when we're trapped alone together inside the ring, two men.. in their prime, throbbing and lunging at each with primal urges. Darling..

(Peter licks his lips seductively, closing his eyes and placing his hands into his pants.)

It'll never be as great as we picture it.

Pray to all the gods you wish, but they cannot help you now. I am a modest man, but I do realize that there are times when even the mighty's of powers are unable to control me.. and my... urges. So continue to pray, all your deities are unable to help you now young Shane. mmmm.. you deserve a shot, a warm... warm shot at the top.. but darling you must climb one throbbing member at a time.. start with me, ravage me please.. but will it quench your thirst?

My darling .. think of it as upset all you wish, but if I am to come...

(Peter pauses, cracking a smile and reopening his eyes.)

.. out on top, then it will be due only to the talent and craftiness I posses. I've paid close attention to you and your wins, waiting in the shadows for my return.. and maybe you've been too busy with your cock... iness to realize that I'm a bigger... much bigger challenge than you assume me to be. Look back almost two years to April 5th.. and you will realize that I too was on top here in NEW, and maybe then.. only then you will realize it takes more than bravado and a sweet ass...

(Licks lips.)

.. to win. Hmm, Shane how could it have ever come to this.. a young, Verile sprout like yourself.. with barely enough grass on the field to play ball, put up against the degenerate soulless cadaver known as Peter File? I suppose, it's just sensational...

[FADE OUT: The camera begins to fade to black as Peter removes his hand from his pants and walks down the dark alley.]