Post by Donnie Harris on Aug 22, 2023 22:10:47 GMT -5
-Cobwebs, creaking floorboards, moonlight through a single window, heavy footsteps that echo out from everywhere no matter where you turn: Donnie’s face was visible on-screen, as if being recorded from a chest-mounted GoPro camera. As he walked through the dank, dilapidated building, his footsteps creaked and stomped on the floorboards, as Donnie’s heavier stride, combined with the weight of his heavier biker-style boots, added to the ambiance, almost as if the echo of his gait gave the eerie sensation of a stalking figure in an unseen shadow somewhere around. The green image of Donnie’s unfazed, ambivalent expression was front and center, random sources of light that were set up for people like him moving through, occasionally passing in the fore and background, but never at the same time.
Donnie passes through a few doorways, as evidenced by the archways overhead and seen on camera, before he finally stops, takes stock of his surroundings, and finally takes a moment to speak.-
)Donnie Harris(
My name is Donnie Harris, and welcome to Hoax Hunters. This is the show where we find bullshit in its most obvious forms. In this week’s episode, I look for the demons that SYNN has become infested by, because, if RISE was any indication, she is not the same strong champion that we expected to find.
-Moving to another area of the building in ruins, Donnie continues to speak.-
)Donnie Harris(
RISE was indicative of something I’ve been saying for a good long while now, and that is that our champion, who is supposed to stand head and shoulders above the rest, got outsmarted, whether by that bastard BRADDOCK or by the team of Asylum, and she was left defenseless. Well, unfortunately for the whole lot of them, I was scouting, paying attention; studying my opponents closely. BRADDOCK, you have the audacity and balls to go after what’s rightfully mine, and you had Asylum backing your fat ass up; do you have any fucking idea what you’ve started, what you’ve caused for yourself? You now have the OCW #1 contender ready to rain Hell on your ass, more than SYNN could ever be capable of, and, what’s worse, you dragged Asylum into it too. What does that mean, you wonder?
-Donnie sighs, as if disgusted with what’s coming next.-
)Donnie Harris(
SYNN, differences aside, I want to back you up in this match that BRADDOCK has brought upon himself and Asylum. I am a big man, and truly big men know when to let things be, to accept a truce or, in this case, to propose one. SYNN, whether you want to bring Brooke, after I sacrifice her to your cute little demons that you have scurrying about and through you, or not, I’m not letting these three chumps get in the way of one of OCWs’, and I mean both OCWs, greatest rivalries. WE are not finished, so the next best step is to finish what they started before we get to our barn burner, don’t you think?
-Donnie wipes his face, afterwards holding his hand in front of his face, staring at it.-
)Donnie Harris(
I can still feel your breath, your paint on my face.
-He clenches his fist, arm shaking as he grits his teeth with an intense expression on his face.-
)Donnie Harris(
Why I didn’t leave you to those fucking wolves and then pick up the scraps is beyond my understanding! BUT... at the same time and by the same merit, I am not letting anyone help me take my world title from you, no matter how badly I may lose these battles we’ve had. SYNN, you’re mine; I’m not letting a single soul take that title away from you until I’ve laid my hands and ownership onto it, until my name is on the plate to replace yours...
-Donnie takes a deep breath as he continues walking, stopping, freezing, as flickering light in the distance brightens up his face. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the MMA fighter-turned-wrestler creeps over to the site, pulling the camera loose and turning it to reveal a pentagram, as if painted in blood, on a granite altar, in the center of a runic circle. Donnie stays outside of it...-
)Donnie Harris(
Now this is interesting, to say the least. I have no worldly idea of what I’m looking at, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this is not real at all: just a set piece put together by a few people who were shopping at a Halloween store, in order to attract or scare off hapless tourists and witless rubes. Unfortunately, that’s not the case here.
-Donnie goes to kick over the altar, but it holds fast.-
)Donnie Harris(
Okay, not made of foam... This means that, if it is real, Brooke, I could lay you on this slab and give you to whatever demonic force that SYNN will probably submit you to in the name of becoming stronger or when you prove too weak to be of any use to her. Sure, you beat Axis, but Jenny Myst whipped his stupid ass first, and she became a champion as a result, but I wouldn’t count on Axis to provide a properly thrilling match anyway. Ooooh! Oh no, not the Dark Lock! Eek! I saw a mouse and he released the hold! Because he’s a proper little bitch, he is!
-Donnie feigns fear as he describes Axis in his own words, even faking a cockney accent towards the end, but, as he re-sets the GoPro in its frame, Donnie begins to walk around the prepared slab of solid granite, resting against the cold stone, almost sitting on the pentagram himself.-
)Donnie Harris(
Brooke, you have to understand that it doesn’t matter what you’ve done so far, because your accomplishments aren’t going to elevate you to the level where SYNN and I stand. It’s like with BRADDOCK and Asylum: they tried to make themselves famous by cornering your mentor, but you were not there to protect her. If not for me, my little blonde wench, your precious partner would have been eaten alive, maybe even actually eaten by the big ol’ unnaturally large guy. How would you be able to live with yourself, knowing that you failed where I succeeded? Lord only knows I didn’t do it for you, because I succeeded in saving her, Brooke.
-Donnie looks out into the night, past the torches, as he peers into the tar-like blackness; even with the moon out, there was little to see but the tree, nothing to hear but the whispers of grass and leaves blowing in the breeze.-
)Donnie Harris(
This is why the powers that be gave you to me as my next victim, Brooke. This is why SYNN will be able to do nothing but watch you crash and burn. Hell, I don’t think you’ll even get off the ground with me in the ring to face you. I watched you fight Axis; I saw the tape. You pushed yourself to wrestle like your mentor; everything I saw is what I saw against SYNN last week as well. And this new rule, that the champion must appear on RISE at least once every two months: it’s intriguing, which means I’ll be on RISE just as often as you, SYNN; I need to make sure my prey doesn’t get away from me, that my trophy is still mine to take.
-Donnie takes a deep breath, the chill in the air starting to grow as his breath begins to become visible on camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
But what will that make you to me, Brooke? I talk about stepping stones, rungs in the ladder, another bramble bush to burn to make way for my victory; I don’t think I could even call you that. Even as the demons come up and around to help drive you to success and victory, they will face exorcism and excommunication when facing me. I am a force of nature unlike any they have ever seen. There is nothing they can do to prepare you for the darkness that consumes me. Sure, you follow SYNN around like a puppy, the angel to her devil, but no devil can stand up to the brightest in the darkness, to the blackest spot under the sun. Who would I be talking about? Who could be the one to stand before God and Satan unflinchingly and make them bend the knee?
-Donnie pauses and laughs, looking directly into the GoPro, as a malevolent shadow rises behind him. As soon as Donnie starts to speak, the phantom shrinks, as if in fear.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am that one. I am what Al Simmons became when he bore the name Spawn. I am what Lucifer wishes he could be in the face of his father. I am the father of monsters, the greatest malevolence in the face of this Earth. I bear the greatest strength, carry the greatest weight, fight the biggest fights; I will face any giant, any beast, any monster, any angel, any demon placed in my path, a path of fire and ice and fear and suffering unlike any could imagine. SYNN may train you to feel the great fire that burns in her, but I stoke that flame. SYNN may train you to feel the great cold to keep your calm in the face of your hottest competition, but I am colder than even that. I have broken men and women, I have faced down bigger threats than you, Brooke Blakely. I pursue your mentor and teacher with a fervor reserved for big game hunting; the only difference is that I will find, kill, dress and mount that 10-point buck that is the OCW World Heavyweight Championship. It will sit around my waist and it will stay there for a good long time, even if SYNN tries to take it back, even if she amasses the greatest spectral army, even if she drops the spooky lady act and goes back to being some bitch named Courtney, MY World Championship reign will be one for the history books, and you will be buried with your favorite lady friend in the business.
-Donnie gets off the altar and traces the pentagram with his fingertip, pulling it away and sniffing his finger; it was sticky and smelled very strongly of a metallic compound.-
)Donnie Harris(
I hope I did get any of that on my jeans; these are nice jeans.
-In the GoPro, the fingertip that Donnie sniffed was almost black against the color of his skin.-
)Donnie Harris(
Even if this was blood, it’s not my blood being spilled in the name of whatever power SYNN thinks she possesses. Whoever is having their blood spilled in the name of sacrifice, it will be yours, Brooke, and I will be the one to spill it. I will steal SYNN’s sacrifice and turn it against her with great relish, because, if BRADDOCK and Asylum accept my challenge, if SYNN accepts my proposal and allows you to come along, the only difference between what happened on RISE and what will happen on Anarchy, whether this week or next, is that I will stand tall if you two attempt to betray me. And SYNN will leave you alone, Brooke, to face my wrath if you do betray me. She knows that you are the weak link in the chain, the rust, the decay, the eroded rock made into weak sand. You will face the lightning head-on as SYNN runs away. It will be then that I groom you to be my little messenger, my tiny soldier.
-A heavy sigh escapes Donnie’s lips as, again, shadows in the background begin to arise from out of nowhere.-
)Donnie Harris(
Mark my words, little Brooke Blakely; do not ignore what I say: SYNN will betray you if she needs to, and I will pick up the pieces, and I will make you into someONE more.
-The camera begins to lose power as Donnie becomes enshrouded by the silhouettes...-
Donnie passes through a few doorways, as evidenced by the archways overhead and seen on camera, before he finally stops, takes stock of his surroundings, and finally takes a moment to speak.-
)Donnie Harris(
My name is Donnie Harris, and welcome to Hoax Hunters. This is the show where we find bullshit in its most obvious forms. In this week’s episode, I look for the demons that SYNN has become infested by, because, if RISE was any indication, she is not the same strong champion that we expected to find.
-Moving to another area of the building in ruins, Donnie continues to speak.-
)Donnie Harris(
RISE was indicative of something I’ve been saying for a good long while now, and that is that our champion, who is supposed to stand head and shoulders above the rest, got outsmarted, whether by that bastard BRADDOCK or by the team of Asylum, and she was left defenseless. Well, unfortunately for the whole lot of them, I was scouting, paying attention; studying my opponents closely. BRADDOCK, you have the audacity and balls to go after what’s rightfully mine, and you had Asylum backing your fat ass up; do you have any fucking idea what you’ve started, what you’ve caused for yourself? You now have the OCW #1 contender ready to rain Hell on your ass, more than SYNN could ever be capable of, and, what’s worse, you dragged Asylum into it too. What does that mean, you wonder?
-Donnie sighs, as if disgusted with what’s coming next.-
)Donnie Harris(
SYNN, differences aside, I want to back you up in this match that BRADDOCK has brought upon himself and Asylum. I am a big man, and truly big men know when to let things be, to accept a truce or, in this case, to propose one. SYNN, whether you want to bring Brooke, after I sacrifice her to your cute little demons that you have scurrying about and through you, or not, I’m not letting these three chumps get in the way of one of OCWs’, and I mean both OCWs, greatest rivalries. WE are not finished, so the next best step is to finish what they started before we get to our barn burner, don’t you think?
-Donnie wipes his face, afterwards holding his hand in front of his face, staring at it.-
)Donnie Harris(
I can still feel your breath, your paint on my face.
-He clenches his fist, arm shaking as he grits his teeth with an intense expression on his face.-
)Donnie Harris(
Why I didn’t leave you to those fucking wolves and then pick up the scraps is beyond my understanding! BUT... at the same time and by the same merit, I am not letting anyone help me take my world title from you, no matter how badly I may lose these battles we’ve had. SYNN, you’re mine; I’m not letting a single soul take that title away from you until I’ve laid my hands and ownership onto it, until my name is on the plate to replace yours...
-Donnie takes a deep breath as he continues walking, stopping, freezing, as flickering light in the distance brightens up his face. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the MMA fighter-turned-wrestler creeps over to the site, pulling the camera loose and turning it to reveal a pentagram, as if painted in blood, on a granite altar, in the center of a runic circle. Donnie stays outside of it...-
)Donnie Harris(
Now this is interesting, to say the least. I have no worldly idea of what I’m looking at, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this is not real at all: just a set piece put together by a few people who were shopping at a Halloween store, in order to attract or scare off hapless tourists and witless rubes. Unfortunately, that’s not the case here.
-Donnie goes to kick over the altar, but it holds fast.-
)Donnie Harris(
Okay, not made of foam... This means that, if it is real, Brooke, I could lay you on this slab and give you to whatever demonic force that SYNN will probably submit you to in the name of becoming stronger or when you prove too weak to be of any use to her. Sure, you beat Axis, but Jenny Myst whipped his stupid ass first, and she became a champion as a result, but I wouldn’t count on Axis to provide a properly thrilling match anyway. Ooooh! Oh no, not the Dark Lock! Eek! I saw a mouse and he released the hold! Because he’s a proper little bitch, he is!
-Donnie feigns fear as he describes Axis in his own words, even faking a cockney accent towards the end, but, as he re-sets the GoPro in its frame, Donnie begins to walk around the prepared slab of solid granite, resting against the cold stone, almost sitting on the pentagram himself.-
)Donnie Harris(
Brooke, you have to understand that it doesn’t matter what you’ve done so far, because your accomplishments aren’t going to elevate you to the level where SYNN and I stand. It’s like with BRADDOCK and Asylum: they tried to make themselves famous by cornering your mentor, but you were not there to protect her. If not for me, my little blonde wench, your precious partner would have been eaten alive, maybe even actually eaten by the big ol’ unnaturally large guy. How would you be able to live with yourself, knowing that you failed where I succeeded? Lord only knows I didn’t do it for you, because I succeeded in saving her, Brooke.
-Donnie looks out into the night, past the torches, as he peers into the tar-like blackness; even with the moon out, there was little to see but the tree, nothing to hear but the whispers of grass and leaves blowing in the breeze.-
)Donnie Harris(
This is why the powers that be gave you to me as my next victim, Brooke. This is why SYNN will be able to do nothing but watch you crash and burn. Hell, I don’t think you’ll even get off the ground with me in the ring to face you. I watched you fight Axis; I saw the tape. You pushed yourself to wrestle like your mentor; everything I saw is what I saw against SYNN last week as well. And this new rule, that the champion must appear on RISE at least once every two months: it’s intriguing, which means I’ll be on RISE just as often as you, SYNN; I need to make sure my prey doesn’t get away from me, that my trophy is still mine to take.
-Donnie takes a deep breath, the chill in the air starting to grow as his breath begins to become visible on camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
But what will that make you to me, Brooke? I talk about stepping stones, rungs in the ladder, another bramble bush to burn to make way for my victory; I don’t think I could even call you that. Even as the demons come up and around to help drive you to success and victory, they will face exorcism and excommunication when facing me. I am a force of nature unlike any they have ever seen. There is nothing they can do to prepare you for the darkness that consumes me. Sure, you follow SYNN around like a puppy, the angel to her devil, but no devil can stand up to the brightest in the darkness, to the blackest spot under the sun. Who would I be talking about? Who could be the one to stand before God and Satan unflinchingly and make them bend the knee?
-Donnie pauses and laughs, looking directly into the GoPro, as a malevolent shadow rises behind him. As soon as Donnie starts to speak, the phantom shrinks, as if in fear.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am that one. I am what Al Simmons became when he bore the name Spawn. I am what Lucifer wishes he could be in the face of his father. I am the father of monsters, the greatest malevolence in the face of this Earth. I bear the greatest strength, carry the greatest weight, fight the biggest fights; I will face any giant, any beast, any monster, any angel, any demon placed in my path, a path of fire and ice and fear and suffering unlike any could imagine. SYNN may train you to feel the great fire that burns in her, but I stoke that flame. SYNN may train you to feel the great cold to keep your calm in the face of your hottest competition, but I am colder than even that. I have broken men and women, I have faced down bigger threats than you, Brooke Blakely. I pursue your mentor and teacher with a fervor reserved for big game hunting; the only difference is that I will find, kill, dress and mount that 10-point buck that is the OCW World Heavyweight Championship. It will sit around my waist and it will stay there for a good long time, even if SYNN tries to take it back, even if she amasses the greatest spectral army, even if she drops the spooky lady act and goes back to being some bitch named Courtney, MY World Championship reign will be one for the history books, and you will be buried with your favorite lady friend in the business.
-Donnie gets off the altar and traces the pentagram with his fingertip, pulling it away and sniffing his finger; it was sticky and smelled very strongly of a metallic compound.-
)Donnie Harris(
I hope I did get any of that on my jeans; these are nice jeans.
-In the GoPro, the fingertip that Donnie sniffed was almost black against the color of his skin.-
)Donnie Harris(
Even if this was blood, it’s not my blood being spilled in the name of whatever power SYNN thinks she possesses. Whoever is having their blood spilled in the name of sacrifice, it will be yours, Brooke, and I will be the one to spill it. I will steal SYNN’s sacrifice and turn it against her with great relish, because, if BRADDOCK and Asylum accept my challenge, if SYNN accepts my proposal and allows you to come along, the only difference between what happened on RISE and what will happen on Anarchy, whether this week or next, is that I will stand tall if you two attempt to betray me. And SYNN will leave you alone, Brooke, to face my wrath if you do betray me. She knows that you are the weak link in the chain, the rust, the decay, the eroded rock made into weak sand. You will face the lightning head-on as SYNN runs away. It will be then that I groom you to be my little messenger, my tiny soldier.
-A heavy sigh escapes Donnie’s lips as, again, shadows in the background begin to arise from out of nowhere.-
)Donnie Harris(
Mark my words, little Brooke Blakely; do not ignore what I say: SYNN will betray you if she needs to, and I will pick up the pieces, and I will make you into someONE more.
-The camera begins to lose power as Donnie becomes enshrouded by the silhouettes...-