Post by Donnie Harris on Oct 21, 2023 22:59:14 GMT -5
-The pressure of one title match was enough, especially with Fanny making her presence known when BRADDOCK and Donnie were signing off on their match at Halloween Havok, but Texas Chainsaw Massacre... this was going to be a rubber match.
A rubber match for the World Heavyweight Title.
Was this going to be where PWA would lay claim on the Outcast World Championship, however? Donnie was wondering that as he laced up his wrestling boots, a simple pair of amateur wrestling shoes with a slightly thicker heel.
After all of his matches turning into minor bloodbaths, he needed more protection for his feet, and it was something that he came to appreciate. Walking on broken glass and thumbtacks and other rough bits: he’s Donnie Harris, not John McClane; either way, yippee-kay-yay, mother fucker.
Donnie was never one for TikTok, but he started one, just to make things interesting for the fans. He turned on his phone’s camera, and decided that now, literally minutes before the match, he would cut himself a promo.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yeah, this is my first post on TikTok, and this will be my match against BRADDOCK for PWA’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre event. If you haven’t gotten the pay-per-view yet, I suggest you do, because the main event is going to be insane. BRADDOCK and I, we have a history now. It has become its own dynasty of matches, run-ins and otherwise ill will that has driven us hard to the title picture, and BRADDOCK came out the winner of our first contest, but there is something he is missing, something that he will lack.
-Donnie takes a deep breath and looks around the locker room; it was just him, as everyone else was waiting for the big moment.-
)Donnie Harris(
He doesn’t have the willpower, even though he has gotten lucky. In place of willpower, he has a posse. He has a gang of miscreants to make things interesting for everyone. Well, ain’t that dandy. Where I have my strength, BRADDOCK leans on Asylum. Sure, I had the assistance of Brooke Blakely and SYNN, but they will happily lay it all out there for everyone to see, and I’ll be damned if I’m stopped from doing that too. BRADDOCK got to see a lot of me in our last match, more than he could take, but one lucky lariat laid me out. I will give my respect to the random shot, but he still needs everyone to help him; I still have my wits, my wariness, my gumption.
-Leaning back, the #1 contender for the world title pops some joints in his hands, shoulders and back, reacting especially to the cracking of his spine as he stretches.-
)Donnie Harris(
Well that was a wild sensation, but it’s nothing. I can still feel my fingers and toes; I can still stand up, move around, outpace the big man as long as I need to, and I will not be so easily brought down this time. This is still just another battle; the war rages on, and I still have my finger on the button to drop the nuke. To be honest, I feel kind of dirty making a World War II reference, but it is what it is, with Dr. Strangelove and all those propaganda pieces of garbage.
-He sighs as he stands up, taking a deep, almost meditative, breath, closing his eyes, keeping himself in the frame.-
)Donnie Harris(
My time is short, since this is what Vine is now, this TikTok stuff. There is so much more I wish to say, so much more I want to promote and push and get off my chest, but there is only so much time before the curtain has to close. I know it is nowhere close to my potential either. I know I’m lacking, but I’ve been feeling slowed down. Something is tugging at me, pulling at me, but I can’t let it get to me now. Winter is coming, and I have to beat the snow. Sorry, time’s up.
-Donnie releases the record button and posts the video. He heads over to gorilla, ready to go, dressed to perform.-
A rubber match for the World Heavyweight Title.
Was this going to be where PWA would lay claim on the Outcast World Championship, however? Donnie was wondering that as he laced up his wrestling boots, a simple pair of amateur wrestling shoes with a slightly thicker heel.
After all of his matches turning into minor bloodbaths, he needed more protection for his feet, and it was something that he came to appreciate. Walking on broken glass and thumbtacks and other rough bits: he’s Donnie Harris, not John McClane; either way, yippee-kay-yay, mother fucker.
Donnie was never one for TikTok, but he started one, just to make things interesting for the fans. He turned on his phone’s camera, and decided that now, literally minutes before the match, he would cut himself a promo.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yeah, this is my first post on TikTok, and this will be my match against BRADDOCK for PWA’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre event. If you haven’t gotten the pay-per-view yet, I suggest you do, because the main event is going to be insane. BRADDOCK and I, we have a history now. It has become its own dynasty of matches, run-ins and otherwise ill will that has driven us hard to the title picture, and BRADDOCK came out the winner of our first contest, but there is something he is missing, something that he will lack.
-Donnie takes a deep breath and looks around the locker room; it was just him, as everyone else was waiting for the big moment.-
)Donnie Harris(
He doesn’t have the willpower, even though he has gotten lucky. In place of willpower, he has a posse. He has a gang of miscreants to make things interesting for everyone. Well, ain’t that dandy. Where I have my strength, BRADDOCK leans on Asylum. Sure, I had the assistance of Brooke Blakely and SYNN, but they will happily lay it all out there for everyone to see, and I’ll be damned if I’m stopped from doing that too. BRADDOCK got to see a lot of me in our last match, more than he could take, but one lucky lariat laid me out. I will give my respect to the random shot, but he still needs everyone to help him; I still have my wits, my wariness, my gumption.
-Leaning back, the #1 contender for the world title pops some joints in his hands, shoulders and back, reacting especially to the cracking of his spine as he stretches.-
)Donnie Harris(
Well that was a wild sensation, but it’s nothing. I can still feel my fingers and toes; I can still stand up, move around, outpace the big man as long as I need to, and I will not be so easily brought down this time. This is still just another battle; the war rages on, and I still have my finger on the button to drop the nuke. To be honest, I feel kind of dirty making a World War II reference, but it is what it is, with Dr. Strangelove and all those propaganda pieces of garbage.
-He sighs as he stands up, taking a deep, almost meditative, breath, closing his eyes, keeping himself in the frame.-
)Donnie Harris(
My time is short, since this is what Vine is now, this TikTok stuff. There is so much more I wish to say, so much more I want to promote and push and get off my chest, but there is only so much time before the curtain has to close. I know it is nowhere close to my potential either. I know I’m lacking, but I’ve been feeling slowed down. Something is tugging at me, pulling at me, but I can’t let it get to me now. Winter is coming, and I have to beat the snow. Sorry, time’s up.
-Donnie releases the record button and posts the video. He heads over to gorilla, ready to go, dressed to perform.-