Post by Donnie Harris on Sept 25, 2023 17:20:35 GMT -5
Theatrics were all well and good, but at least Donnie got to have some fun shooting the assault weapons; the military fatigues were itchy as all hell, but the boots were super snug and comfy, so he smuggled them off the set.
They were paid for, anyway; thanks Britlyn, or Ms. Baylor. A good pair of boots was very hard to find.
However, he already knew what was coming. Whether or not Blake Anderson would be an actual roadblock, there was something he was going to have to anticipate happening.
Donnie Harris would be facing the Asylum, Zephyr and Nox, alongside SYNN, in a pickup match.
Ah, revenge... Although he’d be more than happy to be of assistance in the face of dealing with Konstantine, he really didn’t give a damn about him. However, it was a definite bother that the large man got in the way of SYNN and Brooke providing the assist and keeping the bastards at bay. Oh well then. Konstantine would be an issue some other time.
Let BRADDOCK have him. Donnie has enough experience and respect for the... temporary undisputed OCW champion to know that, even if Konstantine gave BRADDOCK a run for his money, there was very little to need to worry about.
It was a weird dichotomy though, having SYNN’s help, once again, to face down a composed tag team like Asylum, considering PIC and TLS were, at one point in time, as ancient history would state, a composed tag team. Good for them; who cares? Moving on.
And, on the other hand, SYNN’s direct foes, in Donnie and Konstantine, are either working with her or working another match altogether. Then again, after her help at AJFB, regardless of his loss, Donnie Harris owed her AND Brooke; that was why he sent the text to the two of them, offering his backup for the Rebellion title bout, especially if Alexandra decided to get sneaky.
Donnie is still the #1 contender for the top prize; Alexandra Calaway was still second fiddle. Until she showed up to really fight, that’s all she could be. She needed to step up.
But this isn’t about some schmuck who has the top prize of what amounts to a house show.
And Donnie was obsessing over facing her, one on one, standing across the ring from SYNN, because she was the last one to hold that title. Now it was BRADDOCK who he needed to prepare for and eventually face once again.
Halloween means wearing masks, and Donnie had every intention to have BRADDOCK wearing a crimson one, whether by force or by sharp implement. Mercifully, OCW didn’t consider itself a PG product.
But, for all the social media influencers, pure athletes, perpetually entertaining performers and barroom brawlers, Donnie felt unique: a blend of the best that the sport could provide and among the most entertainingly varied performers; he tirelessly worked on being both, as often as possible, as hard as possible.
Donnie was not satisfied, even though his performances have been considered some of the best that OCW, either one of them, has to offer. Whether he was working on his actual professional wrestling or keeping up his knowledge and skill in his MMA repertoire, Donnie Harris, a gimmickless gimmick wrestler, still had much, much more to learn.
And the more relentless his training was, the more his body became exactly like the motif he used: tempered steel. Muscle weakness translated into muscle memory; exhaustion made way for experience; pain became perseverance. Finally, lack of sleep translated to a plethora of skills.
Best part was that, in doing research for his transportation between RISE and Anarchy, 10 hours by train was extremely reasonable, as opposed to jumping a plane or driving the whole way there. Much less stress, much more time to think and breathe; perhaps a chance to ride with a coworker in a much more relaxing setting: all of this was running through Donnie’s mind as he was preparing his way to Worcester, Massachusetts.
It’s not like he was obsessing, or maybe he was. It was like every match that involved SYNN became a trigger, and his mind wasn’t as focused as it normally would be, and, given the nonchalance he would have, based on the match type, he felt he didn’t need to as much. However, he knew that this thinking was wrong; this thought process was so flawed that it could lead to an easy hit to his ego and to his record.
This was not a pickup match; this was a cleanup match, a match meant to punish Asylum for their interference and interjection in the match. If BRADDOCK was actually leading the band, Donnie was a solo artist who did well with and without featured musicians. But there still needs to be synergy before truly taking off.
After all, look at Freddie Mercury and David Bowie, but that’s an example that was a one-in-a-million shot. There is little better and a lot worse.
Donnie’s preparation for Blake Anderson was mostly through game film too. He was still quite sore after the beating sustained from BRADDOCK, but Donnie knew BRADDOCK would have his lumps too, making his upcoming match against Valkyrie Venom a little more difficult. He can pretend to be over the beating that he and Donnie shared, but Donnie definitely made it more of a challenge for BRADDOCK. Donnie is the only challenge that BRADDOCK will acknowledge, and Halloween was going to be the proof positive, as the big man falls prone and unconscious after a shovel to his fat fucking head.
At the CURE Insurance Arena, Donnie was pacing, impatiently waiting for his match to kick off. Even though he was in the middle of the card, it was still its own little bit of punishment to wait. And, with how soon he would be in the ring, the dose of booze from his flask would not be of any help. However, he was going to be whaled upon by any and all manner of blunt force.
Donnie took a few quick shots from the flask, some Gentleman Jack still left over in the container. It would be there, waiting for him after the match with Blake.
Even though he needed to focus on Blake Anderson, the same anxieties hit him from the first OCW, and it revolved around his ability to back SYNN up. He did well with Konstantine as a motley team, but Konstantine shouldered the match himself for the most part. All Donnie really did was clean up the end of the match, putting Brooke down for the pinfall. SYNN tried to make the save, but she didn’t make it.
It would be something he would need to communicate to her, to SYNN, to stay out of the match. After she dealt with Konstantine, after he dealt with BRADDOCK: it would be hard to say who should start, but Donnie wanted to start. With everything that has happened so far, this was, first and foremost, Donnie’s score to settle, and SYNN’s help was more than welcome. He didn’t know how hard she would be to find, but he needed to find her, speak to her. He would need to be face to face with the demon and the person behind her eyes, Juniper, and he would need them to agree to that one simple expectation.
Donnie needed to start, to make sure that SYNN felt ready, to let her get the adrenaline pumping, to get the fans behind her. She functioned very well as the fan favorite, and, with Donnie and Asylum being the consummate villains in this story, Donnie needed to start so she could get fired up something fierce, get that hellfire raging behind her eyes so that that hot tag is pure lightning in a bottle.
But anxiety still lingered, and he hoped that it didn’t interfere with the match with Blake; Donnie got the call. He headed over to gorilla position, taking a trash can lid and a kendo stick, and he waited for his music to start.
They were paid for, anyway; thanks Britlyn, or Ms. Baylor. A good pair of boots was very hard to find.
However, he already knew what was coming. Whether or not Blake Anderson would be an actual roadblock, there was something he was going to have to anticipate happening.
Donnie Harris would be facing the Asylum, Zephyr and Nox, alongside SYNN, in a pickup match.
Ah, revenge... Although he’d be more than happy to be of assistance in the face of dealing with Konstantine, he really didn’t give a damn about him. However, it was a definite bother that the large man got in the way of SYNN and Brooke providing the assist and keeping the bastards at bay. Oh well then. Konstantine would be an issue some other time.
Let BRADDOCK have him. Donnie has enough experience and respect for the... temporary undisputed OCW champion to know that, even if Konstantine gave BRADDOCK a run for his money, there was very little to need to worry about.
It was a weird dichotomy though, having SYNN’s help, once again, to face down a composed tag team like Asylum, considering PIC and TLS were, at one point in time, as ancient history would state, a composed tag team. Good for them; who cares? Moving on.
And, on the other hand, SYNN’s direct foes, in Donnie and Konstantine, are either working with her or working another match altogether. Then again, after her help at AJFB, regardless of his loss, Donnie Harris owed her AND Brooke; that was why he sent the text to the two of them, offering his backup for the Rebellion title bout, especially if Alexandra decided to get sneaky.
Donnie is still the #1 contender for the top prize; Alexandra Calaway was still second fiddle. Until she showed up to really fight, that’s all she could be. She needed to step up.
But this isn’t about some schmuck who has the top prize of what amounts to a house show.
And Donnie was obsessing over facing her, one on one, standing across the ring from SYNN, because she was the last one to hold that title. Now it was BRADDOCK who he needed to prepare for and eventually face once again.
Halloween means wearing masks, and Donnie had every intention to have BRADDOCK wearing a crimson one, whether by force or by sharp implement. Mercifully, OCW didn’t consider itself a PG product.
But, for all the social media influencers, pure athletes, perpetually entertaining performers and barroom brawlers, Donnie felt unique: a blend of the best that the sport could provide and among the most entertainingly varied performers; he tirelessly worked on being both, as often as possible, as hard as possible.
Donnie was not satisfied, even though his performances have been considered some of the best that OCW, either one of them, has to offer. Whether he was working on his actual professional wrestling or keeping up his knowledge and skill in his MMA repertoire, Donnie Harris, a gimmickless gimmick wrestler, still had much, much more to learn.
And the more relentless his training was, the more his body became exactly like the motif he used: tempered steel. Muscle weakness translated into muscle memory; exhaustion made way for experience; pain became perseverance. Finally, lack of sleep translated to a plethora of skills.
Best part was that, in doing research for his transportation between RISE and Anarchy, 10 hours by train was extremely reasonable, as opposed to jumping a plane or driving the whole way there. Much less stress, much more time to think and breathe; perhaps a chance to ride with a coworker in a much more relaxing setting: all of this was running through Donnie’s mind as he was preparing his way to Worcester, Massachusetts.
It’s not like he was obsessing, or maybe he was. It was like every match that involved SYNN became a trigger, and his mind wasn’t as focused as it normally would be, and, given the nonchalance he would have, based on the match type, he felt he didn’t need to as much. However, he knew that this thinking was wrong; this thought process was so flawed that it could lead to an easy hit to his ego and to his record.
This was not a pickup match; this was a cleanup match, a match meant to punish Asylum for their interference and interjection in the match. If BRADDOCK was actually leading the band, Donnie was a solo artist who did well with and without featured musicians. But there still needs to be synergy before truly taking off.
After all, look at Freddie Mercury and David Bowie, but that’s an example that was a one-in-a-million shot. There is little better and a lot worse.
Donnie’s preparation for Blake Anderson was mostly through game film too. He was still quite sore after the beating sustained from BRADDOCK, but Donnie knew BRADDOCK would have his lumps too, making his upcoming match against Valkyrie Venom a little more difficult. He can pretend to be over the beating that he and Donnie shared, but Donnie definitely made it more of a challenge for BRADDOCK. Donnie is the only challenge that BRADDOCK will acknowledge, and Halloween was going to be the proof positive, as the big man falls prone and unconscious after a shovel to his fat fucking head.
At the CURE Insurance Arena, Donnie was pacing, impatiently waiting for his match to kick off. Even though he was in the middle of the card, it was still its own little bit of punishment to wait. And, with how soon he would be in the ring, the dose of booze from his flask would not be of any help. However, he was going to be whaled upon by any and all manner of blunt force.
Donnie took a few quick shots from the flask, some Gentleman Jack still left over in the container. It would be there, waiting for him after the match with Blake.
Even though he needed to focus on Blake Anderson, the same anxieties hit him from the first OCW, and it revolved around his ability to back SYNN up. He did well with Konstantine as a motley team, but Konstantine shouldered the match himself for the most part. All Donnie really did was clean up the end of the match, putting Brooke down for the pinfall. SYNN tried to make the save, but she didn’t make it.
It would be something he would need to communicate to her, to SYNN, to stay out of the match. After she dealt with Konstantine, after he dealt with BRADDOCK: it would be hard to say who should start, but Donnie wanted to start. With everything that has happened so far, this was, first and foremost, Donnie’s score to settle, and SYNN’s help was more than welcome. He didn’t know how hard she would be to find, but he needed to find her, speak to her. He would need to be face to face with the demon and the person behind her eyes, Juniper, and he would need them to agree to that one simple expectation.
Donnie needed to start, to make sure that SYNN felt ready, to let her get the adrenaline pumping, to get the fans behind her. She functioned very well as the fan favorite, and, with Donnie and Asylum being the consummate villains in this story, Donnie needed to start so she could get fired up something fierce, get that hellfire raging behind her eyes so that that hot tag is pure lightning in a bottle.
But anxiety still lingered, and he hoped that it didn’t interfere with the match with Blake; Donnie got the call. He headed over to gorilla position, taking a trash can lid and a kendo stick, and he waited for his music to start.