Post by Donnie Harris on Sept 6, 2023 22:51:05 GMT -5
-As the scene fades in from black, the sound of the breeze blowing past the microphone is all that can be heard, until the twang of a string and the th-whip of a launched arrow echoes in the silence; the arrow punching into a foam target comes swiftly afterwards. After another 15-30 seconds, a second arrow flies through the air, with the same sounds of drawing and releasing the arrow, and the contact of the arrow into the foam; a third arrow follows the same pattern of audio.
Eventually, the archer comes into the frame and, in a black t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting jorts, Donnie Harris is revealed. He crosses back and forth through the frame, grabbing the arrows and returning to the firing line, the camera following him during his latter action.
As the camera refocuses on Donnie, he bends down to pick up the bow, a standard compound hunting bow, before picking up one of his arrows.-
)Donnie Harris(
SYNN, I can see through you so much better now. It’s unbelievable how much weaker you have become in such a short time. All it took was trying to cripple your precious Brooke, and I didn’t see SYNN anymore. No wonder you started to struggle against Konstantine, because SYNN, you weren’t in the ring, were you?
-Donnie nocks an arrow to the string, as the camera turns to face the target down range; it was a picture of an unknown woman, and it had holes through it already, mostly between the eyes.-
)Donnie Harris(
They say the eyes are windows to the soul, and I didn’t see SYNN in those eyes. I saw someone else: Juniper.
-Firing his arrow, it hits directly between the eyes.-
)Donnie Harris(
That’s right. I said Juniper, as in Juniper, the woman that SYNN has taken over. Now, I don’t believe in this possession bullshit, because SYNN, I have seen the real you a few times over, and I have seen what Konstantine almost did to you, and that’s because Juniper was taking back control, having been hurt in seeing me put Brooke through the pain I put her through. Yes, SYNN, I know your secret, and the knowledge I possess is exactly what I need in order to finally wrest the world title from your human hands.
-Another arrow gets nocked, but Donnie aims at the target directly next to where the picture of Juniper sits: an image of Brooke Blakely.-
)Donnie Harris(
And this stupid bitch...
-Donnie releases the arrow and, again, it hits the target flush between the eyes. The target begins to drool a red viscous liquid, very similar to blood.-
)Donnie Harris(
...cannot just leave well enough the fuck alone. I didn’t want to get involved with your damn match with Konstantine. Hell, I didn’t want to be put in the ring with another person, not after the match we had in Online Championship Wrestling. I am totally happy and content wrestling my own matches and not looking after someone else. I don’t care who it is; there is a special place in Hell for those who get in my way, and Brooke got to feel that last week, when I put her in one of the most notorious submission holds used by one of the most notorious men in the sport.
-Donnie quickly reloads the bow and fires again, hitting the image of Brooke Blakely in the mouth.-
)Donnie Harris(
But at least I got to shut her up. She could say nothing, except apologizing to you before being carted off to the back by the EMTs; her inability to act against me, followed up by impotent action in trying to rescue you against Konstantine, only served to revive your humanity, SYNN, to bring Juniper back out from the recesses of your mind and to just be weak all over again. You’re no longer a machine...
-Donnie places his bow on a rack before looking directly into the camera lens.-
)Donnie Harris(
Hell, you’re not even a demon anymore. You’re just a frightened girl wearing the same old mask that wrestlers like you have always worn to look tough.
-Turning his head back to the targets, he goes to retrieve the arrows; the camera takes notice of another image under that of Juniper’s: a picture of SYNN, holding the OCWs’ titles. Donnie picks it up and sets it aside, taking a deep breath as he rips down Brooke’s picture, revealing the blood pack behind it before throwing it aside. He covers up the target as he puts up a new picture, heading back to the firing line before the camera has a chance to focus on the new target over the bullseye.-
)Donnie Harris(
It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, though, does it, SYNN? Whether I pin the possessed or the possessor, it will still mean one very clear concept: Donnie Harris becoming the new world heavyweight champion. Even facing Fanny in Outsiders will mean nothing to me, because she isn’t my target. I wrestle there for fun, as I’m sure you, Axis and others do too. My aim is true, and it has been clear since my first match, my soles gripping the canvas underfoot as I put my enemies to shame, put you to shame. It must piss Juniper off, if she has any competitive spirit whatsoever, to watch you succumb the way you are, especially with your last match being a no contest because of Brooke’s choice to attempt saving you from the larger man Konstantine. How does that feel, Juniper? How does it feel to have someone, who is becoming less and less capable of taking care of you, losing on your behalf, with your body, with your lack of will? That’s the only reason why you still have control, SYNN...
-Donnie nocks an arrow, and, drawing back the string, releases it into his new target.-
)Donnie Harris(
Because Juniper has no interest in being seen. She knows that she is weak, but you are weakening. She recognizes your strength, but your strength is waning. She trusts you, but trust can be lost with the drop of a hat. It’s something that Brooke will learn in a hard way when you drop the ball in our match. It’s something Brooke will need to get over when she finally breaks free of your influence. Will she be your new host, SYNN? Will you abandon Juniper too? I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of hosts.
-Donnie nocks another arrow, taking aim and firing, again at the new target.-
)Donnie Harris(
But do you think I will be so easy to infect? Do you consider me that level of unworthiness that, even in the face of your defeats, you couldn’t bear to leave Juniper behind? Or is it because you are considering someone bigger, stronger, more capable to fulfill your ambitions? I don’t think you’re strong enough to take him as your own, on your own...
-Donnie fires one last arrow in quick succession, before going over to extract the arrows from the visage of Alexander Konstantine. He twists the arrows just before pulling them free, as if to inflict an extra modicum of pain with each withdrawal of the arrow.-
)Donnie Harris(
Konstantine is a much stronger man than you thought, isn’t he? But do I feel worried? Am I threatened by him? If BRADDOCK has me unmoved, and he’s relatively more skilled than Konstantine, would I actually be intimidated by another big lug with nothing more than a fat fist and a fatter body? Hell no, not even if he flashed a BJJ brown belt would I be budged from my position on the podium. I am the pinnacle of athletic competition in both OCWs, and every single fuckwit in both promotions recognizes me as such. I wouldn’t be pushed the way I am in Outsiders if not for what I have done to you, SYNN; I wouldn’t be the number one contender here if it wasn’t for my capabilities proven by whipping your little protege and then trying to rip her fucking head off.
-Donnie takes his arrows back, and, as the camera zooms out, it captures all the targets having faces pasted over the bullseyes: PIC, TLS, Zybala, Bifford, Lord Allton, SYNN, Brooke, BRADDOCK, Konstantine, Axis, Colossus, Myst, Calaway, Valkyrie Venom.
Each face has a varying number of holes in them, some more than others, like Colossus, SYNN and BRADDOCK, while others, like Axis, Brooke and Bifford, have very few. It is as if Donnie’s priority targets had the higher count, but there were a good number in each, no matter how it is viewed, as if every face there was the center of a universe of hate.-
)Donnie Harris(
But my list never stops growing, because there is never going to be just one target, EVER, not while there’s something to gain in the defeat of each man and woman, not while the trophies that some of these men and women carry are not attached to me or my name in some form. That is why this little tag team match is merely a formality to me.
-Donnie stakes the arrows into the ground, resting the bow neatly upon its rack. It is at this time that the sound of an opening plastic case is heard in the background; the clicks of steel on plastic and etc can be heard, as Donnie reenters the scene, a magazine of 7.62 mm rounds are loaded onto the AK-47 under his arm, the wooden rifle butt resting tightly against his body as he chambers his first round like someone who grew up with assault weapons would. He slings the butt into place against his shoulder, aiming down range through the iron sights; taking the weapon off safety, he squeezes the trigger and blasts each image, one after the other, into confetti with measured single-shots. Donnie releases the magazine, clears the chamber and performs a quick safety check to ensure that the gun was no longer “hot”.-
)Donnie Harris(
It will be as simple and as efficient as that. Sure, the accuracy isn’t the best, but it is accurate enough; with stopping power that will put a man like Colossus down for the count, with speed enough to make BRADDOCK look like he’s moving in slow motion, with enough ammunition to put Konstantine in his place in the dirt; with the necessary force to make Brooke and you, SYNN, to surrender without much of a fight. This is what the people want to see. This is what you have always wanted to see. You all wanted to see the lengths of which Donnie Harris is willing to go to become the greatest champion in both OCWs. And I will give that to you. This tag team match is a formality; BRADDOCK had better be watching his back.
-Donnie slings the rifle over his shoulder, after having picked up the magazine, the bullet and the bow. He holds up the bullet; SYNN’s, Brooke’s and Juniper’s names are all etched into the brass casing.-
)Donnie Harris(
And, as for you three, you will not see this killshot coming, because I aim to eliminate all of you in one fell swoop; you never hear the shot that gets you.
-Donnie quietly leaves the frame as the scene fades to nothing.-
Eventually, the archer comes into the frame and, in a black t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting jorts, Donnie Harris is revealed. He crosses back and forth through the frame, grabbing the arrows and returning to the firing line, the camera following him during his latter action.
As the camera refocuses on Donnie, he bends down to pick up the bow, a standard compound hunting bow, before picking up one of his arrows.-
)Donnie Harris(
SYNN, I can see through you so much better now. It’s unbelievable how much weaker you have become in such a short time. All it took was trying to cripple your precious Brooke, and I didn’t see SYNN anymore. No wonder you started to struggle against Konstantine, because SYNN, you weren’t in the ring, were you?
-Donnie nocks an arrow to the string, as the camera turns to face the target down range; it was a picture of an unknown woman, and it had holes through it already, mostly between the eyes.-
)Donnie Harris(
They say the eyes are windows to the soul, and I didn’t see SYNN in those eyes. I saw someone else: Juniper.
-Firing his arrow, it hits directly between the eyes.-
)Donnie Harris(
That’s right. I said Juniper, as in Juniper, the woman that SYNN has taken over. Now, I don’t believe in this possession bullshit, because SYNN, I have seen the real you a few times over, and I have seen what Konstantine almost did to you, and that’s because Juniper was taking back control, having been hurt in seeing me put Brooke through the pain I put her through. Yes, SYNN, I know your secret, and the knowledge I possess is exactly what I need in order to finally wrest the world title from your human hands.
-Another arrow gets nocked, but Donnie aims at the target directly next to where the picture of Juniper sits: an image of Brooke Blakely.-
)Donnie Harris(
And this stupid bitch...
-Donnie releases the arrow and, again, it hits the target flush between the eyes. The target begins to drool a red viscous liquid, very similar to blood.-
)Donnie Harris(
...cannot just leave well enough the fuck alone. I didn’t want to get involved with your damn match with Konstantine. Hell, I didn’t want to be put in the ring with another person, not after the match we had in Online Championship Wrestling. I am totally happy and content wrestling my own matches and not looking after someone else. I don’t care who it is; there is a special place in Hell for those who get in my way, and Brooke got to feel that last week, when I put her in one of the most notorious submission holds used by one of the most notorious men in the sport.
-Donnie quickly reloads the bow and fires again, hitting the image of Brooke Blakely in the mouth.-
)Donnie Harris(
But at least I got to shut her up. She could say nothing, except apologizing to you before being carted off to the back by the EMTs; her inability to act against me, followed up by impotent action in trying to rescue you against Konstantine, only served to revive your humanity, SYNN, to bring Juniper back out from the recesses of your mind and to just be weak all over again. You’re no longer a machine...
-Donnie places his bow on a rack before looking directly into the camera lens.-
)Donnie Harris(
Hell, you’re not even a demon anymore. You’re just a frightened girl wearing the same old mask that wrestlers like you have always worn to look tough.
-Turning his head back to the targets, he goes to retrieve the arrows; the camera takes notice of another image under that of Juniper’s: a picture of SYNN, holding the OCWs’ titles. Donnie picks it up and sets it aside, taking a deep breath as he rips down Brooke’s picture, revealing the blood pack behind it before throwing it aside. He covers up the target as he puts up a new picture, heading back to the firing line before the camera has a chance to focus on the new target over the bullseye.-
)Donnie Harris(
It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, though, does it, SYNN? Whether I pin the possessed or the possessor, it will still mean one very clear concept: Donnie Harris becoming the new world heavyweight champion. Even facing Fanny in Outsiders will mean nothing to me, because she isn’t my target. I wrestle there for fun, as I’m sure you, Axis and others do too. My aim is true, and it has been clear since my first match, my soles gripping the canvas underfoot as I put my enemies to shame, put you to shame. It must piss Juniper off, if she has any competitive spirit whatsoever, to watch you succumb the way you are, especially with your last match being a no contest because of Brooke’s choice to attempt saving you from the larger man Konstantine. How does that feel, Juniper? How does it feel to have someone, who is becoming less and less capable of taking care of you, losing on your behalf, with your body, with your lack of will? That’s the only reason why you still have control, SYNN...
-Donnie nocks an arrow, and, drawing back the string, releases it into his new target.-
)Donnie Harris(
Because Juniper has no interest in being seen. She knows that she is weak, but you are weakening. She recognizes your strength, but your strength is waning. She trusts you, but trust can be lost with the drop of a hat. It’s something that Brooke will learn in a hard way when you drop the ball in our match. It’s something Brooke will need to get over when she finally breaks free of your influence. Will she be your new host, SYNN? Will you abandon Juniper too? I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of hosts.
-Donnie nocks another arrow, taking aim and firing, again at the new target.-
)Donnie Harris(
But do you think I will be so easy to infect? Do you consider me that level of unworthiness that, even in the face of your defeats, you couldn’t bear to leave Juniper behind? Or is it because you are considering someone bigger, stronger, more capable to fulfill your ambitions? I don’t think you’re strong enough to take him as your own, on your own...
-Donnie fires one last arrow in quick succession, before going over to extract the arrows from the visage of Alexander Konstantine. He twists the arrows just before pulling them free, as if to inflict an extra modicum of pain with each withdrawal of the arrow.-
)Donnie Harris(
Konstantine is a much stronger man than you thought, isn’t he? But do I feel worried? Am I threatened by him? If BRADDOCK has me unmoved, and he’s relatively more skilled than Konstantine, would I actually be intimidated by another big lug with nothing more than a fat fist and a fatter body? Hell no, not even if he flashed a BJJ brown belt would I be budged from my position on the podium. I am the pinnacle of athletic competition in both OCWs, and every single fuckwit in both promotions recognizes me as such. I wouldn’t be pushed the way I am in Outsiders if not for what I have done to you, SYNN; I wouldn’t be the number one contender here if it wasn’t for my capabilities proven by whipping your little protege and then trying to rip her fucking head off.
-Donnie takes his arrows back, and, as the camera zooms out, it captures all the targets having faces pasted over the bullseyes: PIC, TLS, Zybala, Bifford, Lord Allton, SYNN, Brooke, BRADDOCK, Konstantine, Axis, Colossus, Myst, Calaway, Valkyrie Venom.
Each face has a varying number of holes in them, some more than others, like Colossus, SYNN and BRADDOCK, while others, like Axis, Brooke and Bifford, have very few. It is as if Donnie’s priority targets had the higher count, but there were a good number in each, no matter how it is viewed, as if every face there was the center of a universe of hate.-
)Donnie Harris(
But my list never stops growing, because there is never going to be just one target, EVER, not while there’s something to gain in the defeat of each man and woman, not while the trophies that some of these men and women carry are not attached to me or my name in some form. That is why this little tag team match is merely a formality to me.
-Donnie stakes the arrows into the ground, resting the bow neatly upon its rack. It is at this time that the sound of an opening plastic case is heard in the background; the clicks of steel on plastic and etc can be heard, as Donnie reenters the scene, a magazine of 7.62 mm rounds are loaded onto the AK-47 under his arm, the wooden rifle butt resting tightly against his body as he chambers his first round like someone who grew up with assault weapons would. He slings the butt into place against his shoulder, aiming down range through the iron sights; taking the weapon off safety, he squeezes the trigger and blasts each image, one after the other, into confetti with measured single-shots. Donnie releases the magazine, clears the chamber and performs a quick safety check to ensure that the gun was no longer “hot”.-
)Donnie Harris(
It will be as simple and as efficient as that. Sure, the accuracy isn’t the best, but it is accurate enough; with stopping power that will put a man like Colossus down for the count, with speed enough to make BRADDOCK look like he’s moving in slow motion, with enough ammunition to put Konstantine in his place in the dirt; with the necessary force to make Brooke and you, SYNN, to surrender without much of a fight. This is what the people want to see. This is what you have always wanted to see. You all wanted to see the lengths of which Donnie Harris is willing to go to become the greatest champion in both OCWs. And I will give that to you. This tag team match is a formality; BRADDOCK had better be watching his back.
-Donnie slings the rifle over his shoulder, after having picked up the magazine, the bullet and the bow. He holds up the bullet; SYNN’s, Brooke’s and Juniper’s names are all etched into the brass casing.-
)Donnie Harris(
And, as for you three, you will not see this killshot coming, because I aim to eliminate all of you in one fell swoop; you never hear the shot that gets you.
-Donnie quietly leaves the frame as the scene fades to nothing.-