Post by Donnie Harris on Sept 19, 2023 16:42:14 GMT -5
)Donnie Harris(
Do you see me now, you big, fat fuckwit?
-The scene opens as Donnie picks up a small camcorder, walking down a forest path in the middle of the night, recording as if it was the very night that the MMA fighter took out BRADDOCK after his match with Mika Attano. The camcorder is set to night vision mode, as it picks up a small light source from behind the frame, likely from a pocket flashlight. Donnie is out of breath, the adrenaline still pumping with violent efficiency through his veins, taking his time as he walks to let the cool air and light exercise do its job.
But the excitement from the thrill of the hunt was still very evident, as his hand was relatively unsteady with every step taken.-
)Donnie Harris(
At first, I was thinking, yeah, sure, let’s stage this promo in a good old British pub, much like you did, but then I jumped your stupid ass, showed you what real submission looks like, and got away without so much as a scratch. BRADDOCK, for all your muscles and posturing, you remind me of a HACK more than anything. After all, with all the posturing and positioning and big talk, you got pinned by Mika Attano, and decisively enough too; you failed to finish, which will cost you large soon enough.
-Donnie wipes some of the sweat from his brow, his breathing still at a rapid pace; talking into a camera isn’t helping to keep the blood pressure down, but the adrenaline that came from beating down and outsmarting his competition was still running roughshod and rampant through Donnie’s body.-
)Donnie Harris(
But damn dude, I’m still going to have to hit the gym, improve my strength to be able to throw you around a bit. Taking advantage of you might have been easy to do, but facing you down, mano y mano, will be a bit more of a challenge. I’m not afraid to face you eye-to-eye, BRADDOCK, but let tonight remind you that I’m still in control of the situation. I’m still in control of the main event that we will be taking to the moon and back again. I’m still in control of you, and I have such great control of you that I will be taking the Undisputed title BACK to Anarchy.
-Donnie stops and leans against a tree trunk, sitting down in the dirt. He takes a deep breath and sighs, exhaling the stress as the adrenaline starts to fade from his system. His mind begins to come through the body’s reaction to the excitement of everything that just happened.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am giving you a chance, big boy, to be the hero of RISE. I’m letting you get a chance to take that villainy you share with Asylum, in order for the RISE fans to have someone to cheer for, someone to root for. You’ve probably never had anyone cheer for you in your life, even among your Asylum brethren. But here you are, a chance to have an arena cheer your name, but it will only last so long, my friend. As soon as you eat my knee, as soon as I start pulling back on your face to tear your fucking head off, those cheers will be drowned out as the Anarchy crowd starts to see who the real winner is. Sure, I’ll let them play dumb, I’ll let them boo me, but that’s because I can let them boo me. After all, I made SYNN’s evil little life a living hell. It wasn’t until I came along that she and her little prodigy started losing, but Brooke wasn’t really winning in the first place, was she? She’s cute; that’s all she has going for her, which is why Juniper is trying to promote her, to push her, to “get her over”. Too bad it didn’t really work, not when I became a part of this major equation.
-Donnie looks around, as he turns off his flashlight, taking his moment in the darkness to enjoy the breeze. A deep, audible sigh escapes his body, clenching a tight fist, his knuckles cracking relatively loudly, as the microphone on the camera catches the sound.-
)Donnie Harris(
I can’t help but pity you though, BRADDOCK, because they’ve thrown you to the dogs so far, but now they’ve thrown a poodle into a pen with a lion, and this lion is hungry for fresh flesh. Being put up against SYNN and Brooke for so long, quite frankly it got boring, but you, BRADDOCK, are nothing more than fresh meat to me, and you’re being billed as Grade A too. It’s a good thing I always have such a strong appetite for destruction; I just need to rake you over the coals and get a good sear on you before I can properly feast upon your poor unfortunate soul. AJFB is going to be fun, I can already tell.
-Donnie’s head whips around as he hears some cracking twigs in the background, so he hops up to his feet.-
)Donnie Harris(
To be continued, BRADDOCK.
-The dojo was quiet, accolades and medals framed along the four walls as the camera does a slow pan. There was no one else there, and Donnie Harris stood next to a trophy case, in full gi, wearing a black belt around his waist. His thumbs rested inside the belt as he hung his arms limply. His forehead was drenched with sweat, his face red, his chest heaving deeply with each breath.-
)Donnie Harris(
This dojo here, it isn’t mine, but I do my best to come in and visit wherever I end up, and it’s about time I hit Philly’s. Yes, after ambushing you in the national capitol, here I am in Philadelphia, City of Brotherly Love and all that bullshit. But there is going to be anything but brotherly love when we get our time in the ring, will there? I hope to God not, because I will be working very damn hard to reduce you to a quivering mass of concussion protocol as I smash your big ol’ face in with these hands.
-Donnie starts to move away from the trophy case, every step taken a measured and paced footfall, as if stalking prey. Every move was calculated, every sway of the heavy cotton gi he wore an opening with its own defense; Donnie’s prowess as a grappler shone through, even though he didn’t move his hands, like a swordsman resting his hands on the scabbard: every moment was a moment ready to strike with the accuracy and potency of a highly venomous snake.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I think I oughta continue from where I left off in DC, shouldn’t I? At least that way, you know what’s coming, but you have no idea. You can watch all the game films you want, big boy, but I try to change my game up as frequently as I can, but it has been hard to do that when facing the same person over and over. This time, I can hit back. This time, I can REALLY hit back. This will be a time I can really drop the guard and really cut loose, show everyone how hard I can hit, how much harder I can get hit; make me sell that offense of yours, BRADDOCK. Make sure I feel those punches of yours. Try to punish me for what I did to you at UpRise; c’mon, I dare you.
-Donnie stops walking and, true to his form, turns to square up to the camera. His shoulders look almost broader, not just because of the gi’s thickness against his body, but, considering the size of BRADDOCK, Donnie has thickened up a bit to match pound for pound. It was far from perfect, as the MMA fighter still prioritized cardio and endurance over power. The ability to outlast BRADDOCK was still paramount, considering Donnie prided himself with the granite in his chin.-
)Donnie Harris(
But will you be fast enough? You pride yourself with your strength, yet every man in this place has been written to be a god when facing a weaker foe; while the women have been showing their strength, like Brooke facing myself, it becomes a squash by the end, but this is a case of two guys ready to kick each other’s ass. Will we move heaven and earth to raise some hell? Highly likely, but I will be the one on the throne by the end. We are the main event, BRADDOCK; we have been chasing each other the whole time, and now, it’s time for one of us to taste defeat, and, for Anarchy’s sake, to avenge attacking one of my roster-mates, even if she is the reason I’ve made it this far and pushed myself so hard. Britlyn did mess up my plans, but opportunity is opportunity, nonetheless. The new opportunity is a chance to diversify my portfolio of pain, and you’ll be the latest letter of recommendation in that portfolio to describe just how powerful I am.
-Donnie sighed, the disappointment of not facing SYNN for the Undisputed belt starting to show, but the determination in his eyes still burned brightly.-
)Donnie Harris(
It doesn’t matter. Whether it was you, SYNN, Colossus, Valkyrie, Mika... an opponent is an opponent, and they are certainly an unfortunate person to be set as MY opponent. Everyone has seen it, even you, BRADDOCK, you and your vulgar sort. You think downing tallboys of PBR and beating and bleeding are all you really need? You’re a total clown, trying to lie to the crowd like this; you need this belt to breathe as much as I do and you know that. Falls Count Anywhere means sure, you can bring out your arsenal of weapons: be they light tubes, the plates, the other fragile objects that will shatter and splinter and slice me into ribbons. However, this isn’t JUST a Falls Count Anywhere... Well, it isn’t Falls Count Anywhere at all; it’s LAST MAN STANDING. That means chairs, kendo sticks, trash cans, etc. This is not just about this new school deathmatch bullshit. There are beautiful examples of the old school hardcore match, and I will be prepared accordingly. I don’t have to make you tap, I don’t have to drop you and make the fall; I get to knock your bloody ass out akin to a boxing match. I just have to wait for the count of 10.
-Donnie smiles, loosening his stance and taking that boxer’s shuffle that people who watch HBO Boxing are used to seeing.-
)Donnie Harris(
Oh yeah, BRADDOCK, and it’s going to be the longest 10 seconds of your life, as you struggle to even sit up after taking that big shot right behind the ear. Your knees begin to weaken as the stars cross your eyes and your equilibrium is shattered, even for a split second, and that split second is usually all it takes to drop your hands, to drop your guard, to loosen that muscular tightness and to make every punch and kick hurt that much more. As soon as that split second hits, you either panic or let instinct take over. I’ll give you this much, BRADDOCK, in saying that you have definitely leaned on instinct for a long time, but have you been rocked before?
-Donnie started to shadow-box, the camera panning around, focusing on the speed of Donnie’s hands; he was certainly an experienced striker, and the steadiness of his arms and consistency of the “blows” showed this.-
)Donnie Harris(
Have you felt your world whirring around you? Have you felt the sensation of deafness as your mind loses the ability to comprehend the world around you? Have you needed to run away from the person in front of you because you can’t actually feel, see, sense their presence? Have you thrown punches at air because your button got pushed with such violence and accuracy?
-Donnie sighs and lowers his hands, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his neck.-
)Donnie Harris(
Oh, don’t worry, BRADDOCK, you’ll know it, you’ll see it, feel it; there will be nothing you can do about it as I advance on you, batter you and beat you down without quarter and with calm, powerful strikes. I’ll let you try though; it won’t be fair to you for me to have all the fun, but you’re welcome to try. You’re welcome to give it the old college try, but you’ll understand exactly what nihilism is when you’re on the mat, flat on your back, seeping blood as you wear your crimson mask, little shards of glass and thumb tacks sticking out of your skin, as I stand over you, fists bound in barbed wire, bleeding a bit myself, but the ref will have me held by the wrist, raising my hand as the new OCW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.
-The lights start to shut off as the scene fades to black, leaving Donnie in the dark and the fans on the edge of their seats.-
Do you see me now, you big, fat fuckwit?
-The scene opens as Donnie picks up a small camcorder, walking down a forest path in the middle of the night, recording as if it was the very night that the MMA fighter took out BRADDOCK after his match with Mika Attano. The camcorder is set to night vision mode, as it picks up a small light source from behind the frame, likely from a pocket flashlight. Donnie is out of breath, the adrenaline still pumping with violent efficiency through his veins, taking his time as he walks to let the cool air and light exercise do its job.
But the excitement from the thrill of the hunt was still very evident, as his hand was relatively unsteady with every step taken.-
)Donnie Harris(
At first, I was thinking, yeah, sure, let’s stage this promo in a good old British pub, much like you did, but then I jumped your stupid ass, showed you what real submission looks like, and got away without so much as a scratch. BRADDOCK, for all your muscles and posturing, you remind me of a HACK more than anything. After all, with all the posturing and positioning and big talk, you got pinned by Mika Attano, and decisively enough too; you failed to finish, which will cost you large soon enough.
-Donnie wipes some of the sweat from his brow, his breathing still at a rapid pace; talking into a camera isn’t helping to keep the blood pressure down, but the adrenaline that came from beating down and outsmarting his competition was still running roughshod and rampant through Donnie’s body.-
)Donnie Harris(
But damn dude, I’m still going to have to hit the gym, improve my strength to be able to throw you around a bit. Taking advantage of you might have been easy to do, but facing you down, mano y mano, will be a bit more of a challenge. I’m not afraid to face you eye-to-eye, BRADDOCK, but let tonight remind you that I’m still in control of the situation. I’m still in control of the main event that we will be taking to the moon and back again. I’m still in control of you, and I have such great control of you that I will be taking the Undisputed title BACK to Anarchy.
-Donnie stops and leans against a tree trunk, sitting down in the dirt. He takes a deep breath and sighs, exhaling the stress as the adrenaline starts to fade from his system. His mind begins to come through the body’s reaction to the excitement of everything that just happened.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am giving you a chance, big boy, to be the hero of RISE. I’m letting you get a chance to take that villainy you share with Asylum, in order for the RISE fans to have someone to cheer for, someone to root for. You’ve probably never had anyone cheer for you in your life, even among your Asylum brethren. But here you are, a chance to have an arena cheer your name, but it will only last so long, my friend. As soon as you eat my knee, as soon as I start pulling back on your face to tear your fucking head off, those cheers will be drowned out as the Anarchy crowd starts to see who the real winner is. Sure, I’ll let them play dumb, I’ll let them boo me, but that’s because I can let them boo me. After all, I made SYNN’s evil little life a living hell. It wasn’t until I came along that she and her little prodigy started losing, but Brooke wasn’t really winning in the first place, was she? She’s cute; that’s all she has going for her, which is why Juniper is trying to promote her, to push her, to “get her over”. Too bad it didn’t really work, not when I became a part of this major equation.
-Donnie looks around, as he turns off his flashlight, taking his moment in the darkness to enjoy the breeze. A deep, audible sigh escapes his body, clenching a tight fist, his knuckles cracking relatively loudly, as the microphone on the camera catches the sound.-
)Donnie Harris(
I can’t help but pity you though, BRADDOCK, because they’ve thrown you to the dogs so far, but now they’ve thrown a poodle into a pen with a lion, and this lion is hungry for fresh flesh. Being put up against SYNN and Brooke for so long, quite frankly it got boring, but you, BRADDOCK, are nothing more than fresh meat to me, and you’re being billed as Grade A too. It’s a good thing I always have such a strong appetite for destruction; I just need to rake you over the coals and get a good sear on you before I can properly feast upon your poor unfortunate soul. AJFB is going to be fun, I can already tell.
-Donnie’s head whips around as he hears some cracking twigs in the background, so he hops up to his feet.-
)Donnie Harris(
To be continued, BRADDOCK.
-The dojo was quiet, accolades and medals framed along the four walls as the camera does a slow pan. There was no one else there, and Donnie Harris stood next to a trophy case, in full gi, wearing a black belt around his waist. His thumbs rested inside the belt as he hung his arms limply. His forehead was drenched with sweat, his face red, his chest heaving deeply with each breath.-
)Donnie Harris(
This dojo here, it isn’t mine, but I do my best to come in and visit wherever I end up, and it’s about time I hit Philly’s. Yes, after ambushing you in the national capitol, here I am in Philadelphia, City of Brotherly Love and all that bullshit. But there is going to be anything but brotherly love when we get our time in the ring, will there? I hope to God not, because I will be working very damn hard to reduce you to a quivering mass of concussion protocol as I smash your big ol’ face in with these hands.
-Donnie starts to move away from the trophy case, every step taken a measured and paced footfall, as if stalking prey. Every move was calculated, every sway of the heavy cotton gi he wore an opening with its own defense; Donnie’s prowess as a grappler shone through, even though he didn’t move his hands, like a swordsman resting his hands on the scabbard: every moment was a moment ready to strike with the accuracy and potency of a highly venomous snake.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I think I oughta continue from where I left off in DC, shouldn’t I? At least that way, you know what’s coming, but you have no idea. You can watch all the game films you want, big boy, but I try to change my game up as frequently as I can, but it has been hard to do that when facing the same person over and over. This time, I can hit back. This time, I can REALLY hit back. This will be a time I can really drop the guard and really cut loose, show everyone how hard I can hit, how much harder I can get hit; make me sell that offense of yours, BRADDOCK. Make sure I feel those punches of yours. Try to punish me for what I did to you at UpRise; c’mon, I dare you.
-Donnie stops walking and, true to his form, turns to square up to the camera. His shoulders look almost broader, not just because of the gi’s thickness against his body, but, considering the size of BRADDOCK, Donnie has thickened up a bit to match pound for pound. It was far from perfect, as the MMA fighter still prioritized cardio and endurance over power. The ability to outlast BRADDOCK was still paramount, considering Donnie prided himself with the granite in his chin.-
)Donnie Harris(
But will you be fast enough? You pride yourself with your strength, yet every man in this place has been written to be a god when facing a weaker foe; while the women have been showing their strength, like Brooke facing myself, it becomes a squash by the end, but this is a case of two guys ready to kick each other’s ass. Will we move heaven and earth to raise some hell? Highly likely, but I will be the one on the throne by the end. We are the main event, BRADDOCK; we have been chasing each other the whole time, and now, it’s time for one of us to taste defeat, and, for Anarchy’s sake, to avenge attacking one of my roster-mates, even if she is the reason I’ve made it this far and pushed myself so hard. Britlyn did mess up my plans, but opportunity is opportunity, nonetheless. The new opportunity is a chance to diversify my portfolio of pain, and you’ll be the latest letter of recommendation in that portfolio to describe just how powerful I am.
-Donnie sighed, the disappointment of not facing SYNN for the Undisputed belt starting to show, but the determination in his eyes still burned brightly.-
)Donnie Harris(
It doesn’t matter. Whether it was you, SYNN, Colossus, Valkyrie, Mika... an opponent is an opponent, and they are certainly an unfortunate person to be set as MY opponent. Everyone has seen it, even you, BRADDOCK, you and your vulgar sort. You think downing tallboys of PBR and beating and bleeding are all you really need? You’re a total clown, trying to lie to the crowd like this; you need this belt to breathe as much as I do and you know that. Falls Count Anywhere means sure, you can bring out your arsenal of weapons: be they light tubes, the plates, the other fragile objects that will shatter and splinter and slice me into ribbons. However, this isn’t JUST a Falls Count Anywhere... Well, it isn’t Falls Count Anywhere at all; it’s LAST MAN STANDING. That means chairs, kendo sticks, trash cans, etc. This is not just about this new school deathmatch bullshit. There are beautiful examples of the old school hardcore match, and I will be prepared accordingly. I don’t have to make you tap, I don’t have to drop you and make the fall; I get to knock your bloody ass out akin to a boxing match. I just have to wait for the count of 10.
-Donnie smiles, loosening his stance and taking that boxer’s shuffle that people who watch HBO Boxing are used to seeing.-
)Donnie Harris(
Oh yeah, BRADDOCK, and it’s going to be the longest 10 seconds of your life, as you struggle to even sit up after taking that big shot right behind the ear. Your knees begin to weaken as the stars cross your eyes and your equilibrium is shattered, even for a split second, and that split second is usually all it takes to drop your hands, to drop your guard, to loosen that muscular tightness and to make every punch and kick hurt that much more. As soon as that split second hits, you either panic or let instinct take over. I’ll give you this much, BRADDOCK, in saying that you have definitely leaned on instinct for a long time, but have you been rocked before?
-Donnie started to shadow-box, the camera panning around, focusing on the speed of Donnie’s hands; he was certainly an experienced striker, and the steadiness of his arms and consistency of the “blows” showed this.-
)Donnie Harris(
Have you felt your world whirring around you? Have you felt the sensation of deafness as your mind loses the ability to comprehend the world around you? Have you needed to run away from the person in front of you because you can’t actually feel, see, sense their presence? Have you thrown punches at air because your button got pushed with such violence and accuracy?
-Donnie sighs and lowers his hands, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his neck.-
)Donnie Harris(
Oh, don’t worry, BRADDOCK, you’ll know it, you’ll see it, feel it; there will be nothing you can do about it as I advance on you, batter you and beat you down without quarter and with calm, powerful strikes. I’ll let you try though; it won’t be fair to you for me to have all the fun, but you’re welcome to try. You’re welcome to give it the old college try, but you’ll understand exactly what nihilism is when you’re on the mat, flat on your back, seeping blood as you wear your crimson mask, little shards of glass and thumb tacks sticking out of your skin, as I stand over you, fists bound in barbed wire, bleeding a bit myself, but the ref will have me held by the wrist, raising my hand as the new OCW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion.
-The lights start to shut off as the scene fades to black, leaving Donnie in the dark and the fans on the edge of their seats.-