Post by Donnie Harris on Oct 3, 2023 22:56:34 GMT -5
-Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat: the sounds of a speed bag being pummeled was heard as the camera fades in, moving past a series of trophies and accolades; one of them was the Online Championship Wrestling Most Improved trophy from earlier in the year. Donnie is seen, wearing bandages to cover the stitches on his face and forehead, accurately working the punching bag, one fist making contact at a time, that rat-a-tat speeding up as the rhythm gets stronger, gets steadier, gets more consistent. He finally settles on a good pace, enough that even the most skilled boxers would struggle, which is why Donnie took so long to get to that point. Even though the scene just started, Donnie Harris was drenched with sweat.
The rhythm itself just carried, even as Donnie struggled to deal with the sweat finding its way into his eyes. Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat: it got louder with the power used in each strike. However, for someone who prided himself on some of the best cardio in the industry, Donnie slowed down after about 60 seconds of continuous speed bag exercise, one last good strike to cap his exercise.
A deep breath follows, and Donnie, dripping with sweat, the fresh bruising from his match with Blake Anderson blending with the healing bruises delivered to him by BRADDOCK, turns his head and looks directly at the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
It’s hard to believe that I bled more against Blake than I did against you, BRADDOCK, but I did, and I certainly wasn’t expecting it. All that talk about the crimson mask, and I got to wear one.
-As he mentions the wrestling term used to describe a fully bloodied face, he gently taps the bandages covering the stitches.-
)Donnie Harris(
But here we are again, and, considering I was hoping for a chance to recover over Anarchy this week, especially after the RISE show, I get a chance to make a pair of people pay for their fealty to you, BRADDOCK. I get to have Asylum to myself, but it gets better, because I couldn’t ask for a better partner.
-Donnie gently pushes himself to turn and walk to a nearby towel, dabbing his face dry of the sweat, as the bandages still fell off his face due to the excess perspiration.
The stitches, although healing perfectly well, are still a reminder of the punishment Donnie took at Blake Anderson’s hands.-
)Donnie Harris(
I get to punish Asylum with the former OCW Undisputed champion, SYNN, and I couldn’t be happier.
-Donnie does some stretching, the vibrant colors from the varying stages of healing in each contusion very evident, especially with Donnie’s visible discomfort, but it doesn’t stop him from fully extending from each stretch.-
)Donnie Harris(
She and I certainly have a history, and Lord only knows how I pursued her for that big blue and gold belt that’s now around your waist, BRADDOCK, but now there’s a new big prize in the form of the PWA championship. Mind you, that will not take away from my duties here, no way. This is now my home; PWA’s OCW is my home away from home. Competitors like Lord Allton, Nickleman, Vaughn: they will get their turn, Nickleman a second, to face me, with Fanny and our own little bastard Axis being the first of the PWA era to get that turn. But for now, for Anarchy, for BRADDOCK to see just what he’s going to fucking get on Halloween and sooner...
-Donnie opens his hands and closes both fists tightly, knuckles popping and the leather of the gloves creaking under the pressure.-
)Donnie Harris(
I get to make Asylum pay for their admission into the circus that was our match at And Justice For Brawl, big man. They are your lackeys, and that’s why they get to suffer first.
-Donnie turns and starts feeding heavy haymakers into the canvas sandbag just out of frame, the camera backing up to capture each moment of contact, the chain rattling with each landed blow.-
)Donnie Harris(
You guys really THINK that your NEED to get in MY WAY was the best idea? YOU’LL PAY for that assumption, Asylum. WHETHER it’s Nox OR Zephyr, I’M NOT giving you an OPTION to RUN. RUNNING will be the ONE thing you’ll NEED TO DO if you expect to come out WITHOUT injury.
-Each sharp breath, Donnie yelled his words, the shuddering of the sandbag almost enough to cover up any speech he had, but it also allowed him to hit the big bastard that much harder.-
)Donnie Harris(
And I know SYNN WILL have something TO PROVE TOO, after Konstantine DOMINated her in THEIR match, but IT WAS a DRAW; SYNN will want TO MAKE it clear that the DECISION wasn’t made LIGHTly.
-Lefts and rights, whether they were hooks, crosses or body shots, made their mark, crinkling the canvas before returning to form as the sand absorbs the impact, only the inertia of the blow causing the bag to swing.-
)Donnie Harris(
I intend to GIVE her every CHANCE she WANTS to show KON what she REALLY WANTED to do, and I’ll be DAMNED if I got IN her way.
-Donnie slows down, the sweat getting under the stitches; the salty liquid burned in the healing cuts and scratches; sweat running into his eyes didn’t help either.-
)Donnie Harris(
Fuck, this hurts, but the pain will be nominal, barely there, while I focus on whaling on you two. I won’t even need the chairs. I have the power in my fists and feet to fuck you up. I’ll let SYNN have her fun on Nox, or will I let her have her way with you, Zephyr, while Nox watches you suffer as I hold her down in a crossface, and you both tap out simultaneously. Oh, fuck yeah, that’ll send a message, won’t it, BRADDOCK?
-Gripping the bag, a vein popping out as his blood pressure rises, Donnie takes a deep, sharp breath.-
)Donnie Harris(
Oh no, I’ll never forget about you, about us, about the war we’re still fighting. You won a battle, one of many, and you will not be so lucky. You know what? I saw a rumor about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre card, putting us against each other. Well, I have a much better idea; Britlyn, stop fighting with your fucking sister and pay attention to this.
-Donnie turns to face the camera, standing straight up.-
)Donnie Harris(
Two sets of wrestlers with massive history: Donnie Harris, yours truly, with a spotless record until going up against BRADDOCK for the undisputed title; BRADDOCK, the current champion and the warrior that will be having a rematch with Harris at Halloween Havok in OCW’s first Buried Alive match, meant to bury the hatchet once and for all; SYNN, former OCW champion, stripped unjustly of the title by Britlyn due to lost viewership and lack of interest from the fans; Konstantine, the powerhouse brute that has thricely gotten up in SYNN’s face, and each time they were drawn in parallel, with no one winning one over the other, which culminated in the draw and subsequent attack at And Justice For Brawl.
-Donnie folds his arms across his chest, not crossing them due to the stiffness in his muscles from the bruising.-
)Donnie Harris(
SYNN and Harris, the tag team that will be absolutely squashing BRADDOCK’s posse, vs Konstantine and world champion BRADDOCK, to main event the Outcast side of the card: admittedly, I’ll be a little worn down because I’m facing Axis and Fanny that same night, but it does not mean... it never EVER means that I will be unable to face anyone, win or lose. I will happily take losses if it means improving and becoming more and more skilled, even as a champion. That is why I will proudly compete on RISE as the undisputed champion, because, as far as being OCW champion is concerned, I will have carte blanche on anyone who wants a piece of the champ. It won’t matter, and I’ll happily work across the PWA in order to represent Outcast Championship Wrestling, and I’ll bring that PWA title to Outcast Championship Wrestling as well.
-Donnie turns and goes back to the heavy bag, slowing down and stopping after a few seconds, deeper in thought.-
)Donnie Harris(
What you did, Asylum, was you got in my way. You wore me down, you battered me, and, if not for B.o.B., I would have lost much sooner, but I made damn sure BRADDOCK didn’t have it easy. If it comes down to it, I will make sure to break Asylum, one bone at a time, to make sure that our match is... pure: no outside interference, no backstage politics: just two men beating each other with hands, feet, chairs, shovels; whatever we can get out hands on, we will use to make the other fall into that grave until they can’t come out, and then let the ground swallow the losing wrestler whole...
-Donnie gives up on the bag, pulling the velcro off his gloves and exposing his bruised hands. His knuckles were still clearly swollen, a slight shake in each finger before dunking them into a cooler filled with ice, water and salt, making the water that much colder; Donnie’s face pruned up as he reacted to the pain.-
)Donnie Harris(
This is nothing. This is nothing compared to the agony I’m going to put you gothic fucks through. You will be in so much greater pain as SYNN stakes you with the Bram Stoker; you will feel nothing at all as you lay on the canvas, unconscious, after riding the lightning.
-Donnie’s face begins to twist with the pain quite severely before controlling his breathing, the anguish settling down as a single tear rolls down his face.-
)Donnie Harris(
And no one can say I don’t bleed, sweat or weep to succeed in this business. Every single fucking day, I’m putting in the work, only for scabs like you, Asylum, to try and get in my way. Well, I’m living, breathing proof that something like this cannot break me; BRADDOCK’s beatdown wasn’t what broke me in that match. It took four people to bring me down. Why do I say four? Because Konstantine’s interference stopped SYNN and Brooke from evening the odds for me. It was still a team effort to bring down a mammoth talent like mine, and it will take many more to keep me down.
-Donnie’s breathing remains slow, steady and paced. He withdraws his hands from the ice bath, and they shake violently from the cold and the subdued pain.-
)Donnie Harris(
Because, Asylum, when it comes to me...
-Donnie clenches his fists tightly, as if to wring the water out of his skin like a wash cloth.-
)Donnie Harris(
There is no one who can stand up with me and fight fair to win. Anarchy is the perfect way to show you fucks who the Alpha truly is, and SYNN knows and respects that; BRADDOCK does too, otherwise he’d be running like a bitch to get the rematch cancelled. You will all see Donnie Harris again, at 100%, in the OCW rings, exercising his one true calling:
-Donnie’s fists, with all the swelling and scratches, start to bleed, the water on his hands encouraging a higher blood flow, even with the cold diminishing the pressure in his hands.-
)Donnie Harris(
Obliteration.
The rhythm itself just carried, even as Donnie struggled to deal with the sweat finding its way into his eyes. Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat: it got louder with the power used in each strike. However, for someone who prided himself on some of the best cardio in the industry, Donnie slowed down after about 60 seconds of continuous speed bag exercise, one last good strike to cap his exercise.
A deep breath follows, and Donnie, dripping with sweat, the fresh bruising from his match with Blake Anderson blending with the healing bruises delivered to him by BRADDOCK, turns his head and looks directly at the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
It’s hard to believe that I bled more against Blake than I did against you, BRADDOCK, but I did, and I certainly wasn’t expecting it. All that talk about the crimson mask, and I got to wear one.
-As he mentions the wrestling term used to describe a fully bloodied face, he gently taps the bandages covering the stitches.-
)Donnie Harris(
But here we are again, and, considering I was hoping for a chance to recover over Anarchy this week, especially after the RISE show, I get a chance to make a pair of people pay for their fealty to you, BRADDOCK. I get to have Asylum to myself, but it gets better, because I couldn’t ask for a better partner.
-Donnie gently pushes himself to turn and walk to a nearby towel, dabbing his face dry of the sweat, as the bandages still fell off his face due to the excess perspiration.
The stitches, although healing perfectly well, are still a reminder of the punishment Donnie took at Blake Anderson’s hands.-
)Donnie Harris(
I get to punish Asylum with the former OCW Undisputed champion, SYNN, and I couldn’t be happier.
-Donnie does some stretching, the vibrant colors from the varying stages of healing in each contusion very evident, especially with Donnie’s visible discomfort, but it doesn’t stop him from fully extending from each stretch.-
)Donnie Harris(
She and I certainly have a history, and Lord only knows how I pursued her for that big blue and gold belt that’s now around your waist, BRADDOCK, but now there’s a new big prize in the form of the PWA championship. Mind you, that will not take away from my duties here, no way. This is now my home; PWA’s OCW is my home away from home. Competitors like Lord Allton, Nickleman, Vaughn: they will get their turn, Nickleman a second, to face me, with Fanny and our own little bastard Axis being the first of the PWA era to get that turn. But for now, for Anarchy, for BRADDOCK to see just what he’s going to fucking get on Halloween and sooner...
-Donnie opens his hands and closes both fists tightly, knuckles popping and the leather of the gloves creaking under the pressure.-
)Donnie Harris(
I get to make Asylum pay for their admission into the circus that was our match at And Justice For Brawl, big man. They are your lackeys, and that’s why they get to suffer first.
-Donnie turns and starts feeding heavy haymakers into the canvas sandbag just out of frame, the camera backing up to capture each moment of contact, the chain rattling with each landed blow.-
)Donnie Harris(
You guys really THINK that your NEED to get in MY WAY was the best idea? YOU’LL PAY for that assumption, Asylum. WHETHER it’s Nox OR Zephyr, I’M NOT giving you an OPTION to RUN. RUNNING will be the ONE thing you’ll NEED TO DO if you expect to come out WITHOUT injury.
-Each sharp breath, Donnie yelled his words, the shuddering of the sandbag almost enough to cover up any speech he had, but it also allowed him to hit the big bastard that much harder.-
)Donnie Harris(
And I know SYNN WILL have something TO PROVE TOO, after Konstantine DOMINated her in THEIR match, but IT WAS a DRAW; SYNN will want TO MAKE it clear that the DECISION wasn’t made LIGHTly.
-Lefts and rights, whether they were hooks, crosses or body shots, made their mark, crinkling the canvas before returning to form as the sand absorbs the impact, only the inertia of the blow causing the bag to swing.-
)Donnie Harris(
I intend to GIVE her every CHANCE she WANTS to show KON what she REALLY WANTED to do, and I’ll be DAMNED if I got IN her way.
-Donnie slows down, the sweat getting under the stitches; the salty liquid burned in the healing cuts and scratches; sweat running into his eyes didn’t help either.-
)Donnie Harris(
Fuck, this hurts, but the pain will be nominal, barely there, while I focus on whaling on you two. I won’t even need the chairs. I have the power in my fists and feet to fuck you up. I’ll let SYNN have her fun on Nox, or will I let her have her way with you, Zephyr, while Nox watches you suffer as I hold her down in a crossface, and you both tap out simultaneously. Oh, fuck yeah, that’ll send a message, won’t it, BRADDOCK?
-Gripping the bag, a vein popping out as his blood pressure rises, Donnie takes a deep, sharp breath.-
)Donnie Harris(
Oh no, I’ll never forget about you, about us, about the war we’re still fighting. You won a battle, one of many, and you will not be so lucky. You know what? I saw a rumor about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre card, putting us against each other. Well, I have a much better idea; Britlyn, stop fighting with your fucking sister and pay attention to this.
-Donnie turns to face the camera, standing straight up.-
)Donnie Harris(
Two sets of wrestlers with massive history: Donnie Harris, yours truly, with a spotless record until going up against BRADDOCK for the undisputed title; BRADDOCK, the current champion and the warrior that will be having a rematch with Harris at Halloween Havok in OCW’s first Buried Alive match, meant to bury the hatchet once and for all; SYNN, former OCW champion, stripped unjustly of the title by Britlyn due to lost viewership and lack of interest from the fans; Konstantine, the powerhouse brute that has thricely gotten up in SYNN’s face, and each time they were drawn in parallel, with no one winning one over the other, which culminated in the draw and subsequent attack at And Justice For Brawl.
-Donnie folds his arms across his chest, not crossing them due to the stiffness in his muscles from the bruising.-
)Donnie Harris(
SYNN and Harris, the tag team that will be absolutely squashing BRADDOCK’s posse, vs Konstantine and world champion BRADDOCK, to main event the Outcast side of the card: admittedly, I’ll be a little worn down because I’m facing Axis and Fanny that same night, but it does not mean... it never EVER means that I will be unable to face anyone, win or lose. I will happily take losses if it means improving and becoming more and more skilled, even as a champion. That is why I will proudly compete on RISE as the undisputed champion, because, as far as being OCW champion is concerned, I will have carte blanche on anyone who wants a piece of the champ. It won’t matter, and I’ll happily work across the PWA in order to represent Outcast Championship Wrestling, and I’ll bring that PWA title to Outcast Championship Wrestling as well.
-Donnie turns and goes back to the heavy bag, slowing down and stopping after a few seconds, deeper in thought.-
)Donnie Harris(
What you did, Asylum, was you got in my way. You wore me down, you battered me, and, if not for B.o.B., I would have lost much sooner, but I made damn sure BRADDOCK didn’t have it easy. If it comes down to it, I will make sure to break Asylum, one bone at a time, to make sure that our match is... pure: no outside interference, no backstage politics: just two men beating each other with hands, feet, chairs, shovels; whatever we can get out hands on, we will use to make the other fall into that grave until they can’t come out, and then let the ground swallow the losing wrestler whole...
-Donnie gives up on the bag, pulling the velcro off his gloves and exposing his bruised hands. His knuckles were still clearly swollen, a slight shake in each finger before dunking them into a cooler filled with ice, water and salt, making the water that much colder; Donnie’s face pruned up as he reacted to the pain.-
)Donnie Harris(
This is nothing. This is nothing compared to the agony I’m going to put you gothic fucks through. You will be in so much greater pain as SYNN stakes you with the Bram Stoker; you will feel nothing at all as you lay on the canvas, unconscious, after riding the lightning.
-Donnie’s face begins to twist with the pain quite severely before controlling his breathing, the anguish settling down as a single tear rolls down his face.-
)Donnie Harris(
And no one can say I don’t bleed, sweat or weep to succeed in this business. Every single fucking day, I’m putting in the work, only for scabs like you, Asylum, to try and get in my way. Well, I’m living, breathing proof that something like this cannot break me; BRADDOCK’s beatdown wasn’t what broke me in that match. It took four people to bring me down. Why do I say four? Because Konstantine’s interference stopped SYNN and Brooke from evening the odds for me. It was still a team effort to bring down a mammoth talent like mine, and it will take many more to keep me down.
-Donnie’s breathing remains slow, steady and paced. He withdraws his hands from the ice bath, and they shake violently from the cold and the subdued pain.-
)Donnie Harris(
Because, Asylum, when it comes to me...
-Donnie clenches his fists tightly, as if to wring the water out of his skin like a wash cloth.-
)Donnie Harris(
There is no one who can stand up with me and fight fair to win. Anarchy is the perfect way to show you fucks who the Alpha truly is, and SYNN knows and respects that; BRADDOCK does too, otherwise he’d be running like a bitch to get the rematch cancelled. You will all see Donnie Harris again, at 100%, in the OCW rings, exercising his one true calling:
-Donnie’s fists, with all the swelling and scratches, start to bleed, the water on his hands encouraging a higher blood flow, even with the cold diminishing the pressure in his hands.-
)Donnie Harris(
Obliteration.