Post by Donnie Harris on Sept 25, 2023 8:29:07 GMT -5
-As the camera starts recording, fading in from the black, Donnie Harris is shown in frame, dressed in fatigues, boots glinting under the lights to illustrate how well polished they are. The only sounds audible are the moving parts of the assault rifle as he tests the action after having cleaned it, little squares of cotton caked with black powder residue crumpled up on a table. The weapon in front of him, now cleaned and tested, gets replaced on a rack in the background, a motion light activating and an arsenal of varying military-grade weaponry becomes fully visible.-
)Donnie Harris(
Hardcore, hm? Well, Blake, you and the rest of this roster got to see how damn well-prepared I am for anything, win or lose.
-Donnie picks up a machine gun and sits it on the table, slowly dismantling it, with each mechanical part being laid down, one at a time, on the table; some of the residue was so fresh and/or caked on that it flaked off the pieces of the gun’s innards, showing just how badly it needed cleaning.-
)Donnie Harris(
Now, I find it amusing that, all things considered, the management wants to put me into another match that resembles my epic with BRADDOCK, but they must have that much faith in me that they’re putting you across the canvas from me. Now, you have to consider something, Anderson...
-Donnie sighs as he finishes separating the weapon from its parts, the body of the weapon laid on the table with a gentle metallic clunk.-
)Donnie Harris(
Do you understand how much danger you’re in now?
-Taking a larger microfibre cloth, Donnie drizzles a special cleaning oil for the weapon onto it, and he starts to polish the inside of the machine gun’s body, digging in with his fingers.-
)Donnie Harris(
BRADDOCK... Everyone saw what he is capable of, and even a loss against Attano didn’t slow him down, but that’s nothing anymore. He now holds my title. That man is in possession of MY Undisputed World Title. You must know how frustrating that is, Blake, especially since the first OCW went the way it did. Us being alumni, we have our frustrations, and it came from that frustration where, you know what, fuck that noise. I’ve become too successful to give a hot damn about that old warhorse, but it doesn’t mean I don’t compete for the sake of competition. It is exercise; it is practice. And all of it means I can get better and stronger against men like BRADDOCK, against women like SYNN; against insanity like yours, Anderson.
-Donnie shakes out the microfibre rag, showing off the fact that the once-light blue cloth had suddenly become spotted with what amounted to black chimney soot; it was never going to come off without a fight.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’ve seen insane, dude, and it’s from that insanity that I’ll be able to face you down, eye to black eye...
-Donnie winces as he twists a certain way, showing off his wear and tear from AJFB, his hands dirty with the soot and oil, displaying other colors underneath the dirt.-
)Donnie Harris(
... and beat you down within an inch of that insanity, the sobriety of sanity gripping you, and I’ll watch the panic in your eyes as you watch the monster in me clobber you with all manner of weaponry, whether you bring it to the ring, or I bring it to the ring, or we grab it all from under the ring, as cliche as that sounds.
-Stretching to counteract the pain in his back, especially being hunched over a pile of rifles and guns that he got to fire prior to needing to clean them, Donnie takes a rod, with a cloth square threaded through the eye at the end of it, gently wetting it with the cleaning oil, and he sends it through the barrel, slowly pulling it free from the other end of the barrel; the white square had become black with soot.-
)Donnie Harris(
It’s all about cleaning up my style too, and, Blake, I’ve proven, match after match, whether here in Outcast or there in Outsiders, that I’m becoming better, much better, at the craft of professional wrestling, while pursuing my own interests. But there are quite a few parts of my life where I know I’m lacking, which is why I keep working, keep fighting and keep learning; the best students of the game never stop learning.
-Donnie, satisfied with cleaning the barrel, sets it aside with the body of the machine gun, starting to clean the recoil spring with the large cloth he had used on the body.-
)Donnie Harris(
RISE is a new beast, and, for some strange reason, they put two Anarchy guys on the card; I can only assume that Anarchy is just the better brand, but just because BRADDOCK is the big man on campus, that doesn’t mean anything about RISE otherwise. Just leave it to us, Anderson, to cause some anarchy in the crowd, spilling blood and slinging weaponry around. However, Blake, you need to understand that, as hard as you may fight, I will fight harder; as strong as you may be, I am stronger. Please, do your best, because these people want blood. They want to see us become gladiators in the moment, but, where you’re a gladiator, I’m a general. I have been fighting longer than you and at a higher quality of combat than you. I broke my hands fighting BRADDOCK, but I’m still fighting the pain. I’m still in the war, bearing my Purple Heart, going into RISE with a busted up body, ready to face you at any percentage my body will allow. Hit me, kick me, beat me down; I will stand up stronger. I will be prepared to face you at any level that is expected of me.
-Moving from the spring to the smaller parts, Donnie polishes each piece, maintaining a light sheen of oil on each part to keep each part, as he replaces them in the weapon, one part at a time. He shakes his hands out, taking a deep breath, before getting back to work.-
)Donnie Harris(
It still hurts, and it will serve as a reminder of a failure, but it is not a pure failure that can never be rectified; it’s a failure that would have been success if not for the chance that he took. Come Halloween, there will be no chance for failure; I will be preparing, I will be learning and exercising and making sure that every part of me, whether bruised, broken or purely whole, is a honed weapon, a tempered piece of steel that will break bones and bend instead of breaking itself.
-As he says the word “weapon”, Donnie reassembles the machine gun, taking the minute to test the action, and it all moves like, well, a well-oiled machine.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yes, nice and clean too: that’s something you’re not, Blake. You’re filthy and broken down: a blunt object. Sure, there is always a great time being a blunt object, but nothing feels better than being as sharp as a freshly stoned blade. Whether you wanna use the scalpel image or not, I prefer to be that sharp weapon, that blade that will cut cleanly through muscle and bone. You can be a 2x4; I will be that KA-BAR knife that has been combat tested, able to hack through your stick, Hacksaw, and cut through you like you’re butter.
-With a deep sigh, he picks up the machine gun and sets it back on a rack, bipod folded up and set in place. Donnie turns to face the camera, leaning into the table.-
)Donnie Harris(
Anderson, I’m going to summarize this for you, in words that you will understand, because there is nothing more obvious than being as clear as crystal. As Lee would say, your winner, the #1 contender for the top prize, between both Anarchy and RISE, is Donnie Harris. It’s just a cold hard fact, Anderson.
-Donnie goes to pick up another assault rifle to clean, but he stops, looking at the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
Well, Blake, at least you have Bella, right? Consider her the consolation prize, because she’s going to have to console you when I’m done with you.
-The camera starts to fade to black as he grabs the gun and starts dismantling it.-
)Donnie Harris(
Hardcore, hm? Well, Blake, you and the rest of this roster got to see how damn well-prepared I am for anything, win or lose.
-Donnie picks up a machine gun and sits it on the table, slowly dismantling it, with each mechanical part being laid down, one at a time, on the table; some of the residue was so fresh and/or caked on that it flaked off the pieces of the gun’s innards, showing just how badly it needed cleaning.-
)Donnie Harris(
Now, I find it amusing that, all things considered, the management wants to put me into another match that resembles my epic with BRADDOCK, but they must have that much faith in me that they’re putting you across the canvas from me. Now, you have to consider something, Anderson...
-Donnie sighs as he finishes separating the weapon from its parts, the body of the weapon laid on the table with a gentle metallic clunk.-
)Donnie Harris(
Do you understand how much danger you’re in now?
-Taking a larger microfibre cloth, Donnie drizzles a special cleaning oil for the weapon onto it, and he starts to polish the inside of the machine gun’s body, digging in with his fingers.-
)Donnie Harris(
BRADDOCK... Everyone saw what he is capable of, and even a loss against Attano didn’t slow him down, but that’s nothing anymore. He now holds my title. That man is in possession of MY Undisputed World Title. You must know how frustrating that is, Blake, especially since the first OCW went the way it did. Us being alumni, we have our frustrations, and it came from that frustration where, you know what, fuck that noise. I’ve become too successful to give a hot damn about that old warhorse, but it doesn’t mean I don’t compete for the sake of competition. It is exercise; it is practice. And all of it means I can get better and stronger against men like BRADDOCK, against women like SYNN; against insanity like yours, Anderson.
-Donnie shakes out the microfibre rag, showing off the fact that the once-light blue cloth had suddenly become spotted with what amounted to black chimney soot; it was never going to come off without a fight.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’ve seen insane, dude, and it’s from that insanity that I’ll be able to face you down, eye to black eye...
-Donnie winces as he twists a certain way, showing off his wear and tear from AJFB, his hands dirty with the soot and oil, displaying other colors underneath the dirt.-
)Donnie Harris(
... and beat you down within an inch of that insanity, the sobriety of sanity gripping you, and I’ll watch the panic in your eyes as you watch the monster in me clobber you with all manner of weaponry, whether you bring it to the ring, or I bring it to the ring, or we grab it all from under the ring, as cliche as that sounds.
-Stretching to counteract the pain in his back, especially being hunched over a pile of rifles and guns that he got to fire prior to needing to clean them, Donnie takes a rod, with a cloth square threaded through the eye at the end of it, gently wetting it with the cleaning oil, and he sends it through the barrel, slowly pulling it free from the other end of the barrel; the white square had become black with soot.-
)Donnie Harris(
It’s all about cleaning up my style too, and, Blake, I’ve proven, match after match, whether here in Outcast or there in Outsiders, that I’m becoming better, much better, at the craft of professional wrestling, while pursuing my own interests. But there are quite a few parts of my life where I know I’m lacking, which is why I keep working, keep fighting and keep learning; the best students of the game never stop learning.
-Donnie, satisfied with cleaning the barrel, sets it aside with the body of the machine gun, starting to clean the recoil spring with the large cloth he had used on the body.-
)Donnie Harris(
RISE is a new beast, and, for some strange reason, they put two Anarchy guys on the card; I can only assume that Anarchy is just the better brand, but just because BRADDOCK is the big man on campus, that doesn’t mean anything about RISE otherwise. Just leave it to us, Anderson, to cause some anarchy in the crowd, spilling blood and slinging weaponry around. However, Blake, you need to understand that, as hard as you may fight, I will fight harder; as strong as you may be, I am stronger. Please, do your best, because these people want blood. They want to see us become gladiators in the moment, but, where you’re a gladiator, I’m a general. I have been fighting longer than you and at a higher quality of combat than you. I broke my hands fighting BRADDOCK, but I’m still fighting the pain. I’m still in the war, bearing my Purple Heart, going into RISE with a busted up body, ready to face you at any percentage my body will allow. Hit me, kick me, beat me down; I will stand up stronger. I will be prepared to face you at any level that is expected of me.
-Moving from the spring to the smaller parts, Donnie polishes each piece, maintaining a light sheen of oil on each part to keep each part, as he replaces them in the weapon, one part at a time. He shakes his hands out, taking a deep breath, before getting back to work.-
)Donnie Harris(
It still hurts, and it will serve as a reminder of a failure, but it is not a pure failure that can never be rectified; it’s a failure that would have been success if not for the chance that he took. Come Halloween, there will be no chance for failure; I will be preparing, I will be learning and exercising and making sure that every part of me, whether bruised, broken or purely whole, is a honed weapon, a tempered piece of steel that will break bones and bend instead of breaking itself.
-As he says the word “weapon”, Donnie reassembles the machine gun, taking the minute to test the action, and it all moves like, well, a well-oiled machine.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yes, nice and clean too: that’s something you’re not, Blake. You’re filthy and broken down: a blunt object. Sure, there is always a great time being a blunt object, but nothing feels better than being as sharp as a freshly stoned blade. Whether you wanna use the scalpel image or not, I prefer to be that sharp weapon, that blade that will cut cleanly through muscle and bone. You can be a 2x4; I will be that KA-BAR knife that has been combat tested, able to hack through your stick, Hacksaw, and cut through you like you’re butter.
-With a deep sigh, he picks up the machine gun and sets it back on a rack, bipod folded up and set in place. Donnie turns to face the camera, leaning into the table.-
)Donnie Harris(
Anderson, I’m going to summarize this for you, in words that you will understand, because there is nothing more obvious than being as clear as crystal. As Lee would say, your winner, the #1 contender for the top prize, between both Anarchy and RISE, is Donnie Harris. It’s just a cold hard fact, Anderson.
-Donnie goes to pick up another assault rifle to clean, but he stops, looking at the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
Well, Blake, at least you have Bella, right? Consider her the consolation prize, because she’s going to have to console you when I’m done with you.
-The camera starts to fade to black as he grabs the gun and starts dismantling it.-