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Role-play Title:
"This Business Is For Men Stevie.. Not Boys!"
" The Franchise " Shane Douglas™
Role-Play #: 006
' Start Of Forward '
Divine Inspiration. Two words which have so much history behind it, waiting to come out. However, Two Men will compete for the very first time inside the Squared Circle. One, being Stevie Richards.. and the other being Shane Douglas. A case of where Stevie Richards heads in as the Un-Experienced, and where Shane Douglas walks in with a LOT of wrestling knowledge. The fact is, experienced or not, these two will put on a terrific performance when they clash heads at Divine Inspiration. Different in-ring wrestling techniques.. Two different move sets.. Heck, these two are definitely NOTHING a-like. Although.. There is ONE thing, that they share. The passion, and the craving.. to be the BEST! To be the RIW World Heavyweight Champion. Who knows, maybe this is the first step for one of these two? The question remains up in the air.. But rest assure on the 25th of March, these two WARRIORS.. these two ATHLETES.. will put there absolute ALL into it. That means their blood.. their sweat.. and you better damn-well believe it, because the tears will be their as well. Shane Douglas, Stevie Richards.. Only one man shall walk out victorious. The other will be left standing with nothing. No pride.. No self-esteem. It may be just a Single match-up, but this is as important as ANY. Divine Inspiration.. You CAN'T Miss It!
' Start Of Roleplay '
Cold, ain't it? The goosebumps cover your body, giving any on-looker a clear sign that your cold. Infact the weather is SO damn cold that the hair on the back of your neck is standing UP! To some extent you can feel yourself shivering. You can feel yourself turning into a ice block.. Or so you think. New York City, in a dark alleyway. What did you expect? To be a warm, cousy and welcoming place to step into? This IS an alleyway where talkin' about. The drugo's are on each side of the alley, smoking whatever they can put alighter to. In the middle of the alleyway, is a man with stand-out blonde hair. It's short, and with a black windcheather and black leather pants, He's a man you wouldn't make fun of if you walked passed him. He's the kind of bloke, that gives you an impression he's been introduced to the word 'VIOLENCE' many times before. With his back to the camera and his hands in his pocket, It's too hard to make out who this Large Figure is. Eventually the man turns around, so that his face IS facing the camera. It's.. Shane DOUGLAS! Has Douglas planned this before-hand? He seems to be looking STRAIGHT into the camera, even from a distance. Not only that, Shane has a SMIRK on his face! He grabs the attention of a few Drugo's laying around by raising the tone of his voice.
'Shane Douglas': I figured that you brainless MORONS would be surprised, that Shane Douglas is standing amongst an alley-way of pure TRASH. I suppose your thinking to your PATHETIC selves, that I SHOULDN'T be here. And you know what? For once you idiots are RIGHT! I SHOULDN'T be here.. But, let me explain something to you fools. I'm a GENIOUS.. and EVERY DAMN GENIOUS has a reason behind EACH action. My reason Ladies and Gentlemen, is for ONE simple reason. It's to show a man that THIS is what is in-store for him. Jobless.. HOMELESS.. And without a DAMN CENT!
'The Franchise' begins to take steps towards the camera whilst not taking his eyes off the camera, for even a second!
'Shane Douglas': This man, that I am referring to.. is Stevie Richards. Infact, I'm not completely sure if you would call this MORON a man, OR a WOMEN!
Shane shakes his head at the mention of Stevie Richards. That's understandable though, right? Right?
'Shane Douglas': Stevie, what your eyes see right now.. is a REAL Man! A Hard-Working, GREATLY Talented MASTERPIECE! When I look at you, Stevie.. I see failure. I see a THING of disgrace. I see trash, Stevie.. And on the 25th of March I'll wipe you off the face of this DAMN EARTH! You don't even BELONG in the same ring as me, Richards. Respect? Pride? You have none.. You never WILL have any.. Because to put a long story short, Stevie.. your simply PATHETIC! Your a complete waste of my friggin' time.. So if I were you, I'd be privledged that I'm even wasting my damn BREATH on your worthless ass. In my books Stevie, you can't even hold my JOCK! Your name, your clothes.. They don't DESERVE to be compared to mine.
Douglas spits on the ground before turning his attention right back on the camera, not missing a single beat. He continues to take several steps towards the Camera, whilst stating his thoughts.
'Shane Douglas': Exactly WHAT is this to you, Richards? A Game? Is THAT what this all is to you? You peice of SHIT! You take this as a joke.. You take it as if it's nothing but a game.. But SON, I'm telling you NOW.. Don't you EVER, EVER.. Take me for granted! I'm Wrestling's ONLY shining light. For years, upon YEARS.. The World has had to put up with complete TRASH! Trash like you, who take this as a joy ride. Let me tell you right now, Richards.. If you think for ONE moment that this is a game, I'll take your head and jam it STRAIGHT UP.. Your fucking ASS! Do you hear me, STEVIE? IS THE MESSAGE CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOUR PEANUT BRAIN?
Whoa! Now THAT'S something you wouldn't want to CROSS! Shane's face is turning bright red as his anger is un-leashed to it's FULL potential!
'Shane Douglas': Listen to me, and LISTEN CAREFULLY! You can runa round in your little pink uniform.. You can steal people's gimmicks.. But at the end of the day, you FOOL, I'm going to break your NECK into places you've NEVER HEARD OF! I PROMISE you that, buddy.. And TRUST ME.. I don't make promises that I can't keep. Consider yourself HUNTED, Stevie.. Because you better believe, I'm the HUNTER! I'm the FRANCHISE! And ONCE you graduate from being a JACKASS, you WILL be taught that stepping up to Shane Douglas will ONLY result in getting your ass handed back to you in a MILLION seperate PIECES! (Shane pauses for a few seconds) Like it or not, pal.. I'm goin' to rip into your soul and CRUSH it like a little defenceless ANT! The JOKES ARE OVER! THERE WON'T BE ANYMORE GAMES TO THIS PUZZLE, RICHARDS!! On March the 25th at Divine Inspiration.. You, Richards.. you worthless piece of shit.. will learn, that On The EIGHTH DAY..
Tell me, do you know anyone who would DARE mess with Shane Douglas? Yeah, I knew you didnt. By this time, 'The Franchise' stands only meters away from the camera. He stops, STILL not taking a single eye off it. After moments of silence Shane bottles up a grin, which is shortly followed by the 'calmed down talk'.
'Shane Douglas': See my eyes, Richards? Do you see them, you idiot? These are the eyes of a Champion. They are DETERMAINED EYES! It's the difference between me.. and you. I'm DETERMAINED to take that Championship the FIRST opportunity I get. You on the other hand.. You, are a man with jokes. A Man who describes this as a GAME.. Well beleive me, JACK.. THE GAMES HAVE ENDED! The Franchise Era BEGINS! The lesson has been BOOKED! March 25th, Thursday NIGHT! HA-HA! Your fate has been sealed.. And whether you like it, or you dont.. It's about to be STAMPED! BY..
Douglas creeps in closer to whisper so that you can BARELY hear his last words.
'Shane Douglas': The ONE.. and the ONLY! The FRRRANNNCHIIISEEE!!
Intense? You DAMN right! This man is on a mission! Shane walks out of the camera's sight, leaving the scene to fade to black just seconds later.
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