Post by Donnie Harris on Oct 29, 2023 14:12:48 GMT -5
It was hard to write this without spilling any spoilers or making any "claims", but here we go.
-The wall: you never ever know when you’re going to hit it, but, when you do, it stops you. Stops you dead. You hit that son of a bitch and you think that you won’t recover from it in time. Nothing feels worse than hitting it.
Then again, nothing feels better than busting through it.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre nights are a blur, and it was hard to remember exact moments, but Donnie felt worn down, more so than usual. He probably took a headshot that was a little too dynamic, so he was planning on hitting the hospital afterwards, just to be safe. Concussions are no joke in combat sports, and he knew that. He had seen firsthand how scary it can be to be on the outside looking in, having concussed people in the cage. He wouldn’t go for the finish in those cases, calling for the ref or the doc to check his opponent. Most times, he wouldn’t have to lay another finger, most times.
Nonetheless, after a quick stop at the hospital, having asked the road crew to take his gear to Halloween Havok for him (and tipping them for it) before leaving, Donnie got to go to sleep, even if it was a hospital bed for observation. It was worth it.
He knew that BRADDOCK had beaten him down, because his body felt the same as it did last month. That was the only thing he recognized, the only thing he could remember.
But Halloween Havok was around the corner, all things considered. He had to be prepared. His match with BRADDOCK having been moved to TCM was a blow to his ego, and it showed, as it affected his performance, but the olive branch to soothe the soreness was a shot at a Calaway.
Damian Calaway, currently the Rebellion Champion. Considering the shakeup that just occurred with weekly shows being cut down to a weekly supercard, there would always be an opportunity to bring out the best of all involved.
Plus it would be fun to have a shot at every title in the game right now; Donnie wanted that shot: to wear every strap and then have a say in who can go for what.
But, his body seemed to feel slower still; at the gym, the weakness was evident, as he tried to lift his usual limit, all for nothing. He had to drop the weight by 20 lbs in some exercises, but he just said to himself that it was his body trying to recover.
It didn’t help his ego, as he left the gym after only a 4-hour stay.
The flight to Salem was a quiet one; he slept most of it. His body was exhausted, like it needed more time to heal, to recover, to regain strength. Getting off the plane was an awkward challenge, as his legs seemed to buckle underneath him. It was giving him legitimate concerns about whether or not Halloween would be doable, if going to Havok was going to be a bad idea.
He knew that stopping would be worse than continuing; he trudged on.
He also knew that his mouth still worked, so he was going to use it, but not on TikTok.
Donnie called ahead to book some promo time, and he managed to get the camera crew ready, heading to The Burying Point cemetery in Salem. It was an old cemetery, for which he also called ahead to the caretakers, to make sure that the filming would be okay.
All set up and ready to go, Donnie mic’d up and set, he takes a deep breath and waits for his cue.-
)Donnie Harris(
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre beat me up in ways I can’t even begin to fathom, yet here we are. Fitting that we find ourselves in a graveyard, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll be beating a sick dog, Damian; I may feel like my body is ready to quit, but I’ve never let my body tell me what to do. There is still plenty of time for me to gorge on good, rich food, and plenty of time to get a good sleep before we get into the ring and see that the Rebellion title flies off your waist in one fell swoop.
-Donnie begins to meander through the site, walking between the rows of very old tombstones as he ponders his next words.-
)Donnie Harris(
I remember watching your match with Brooke, Damian, and it was cute, your “Laid to Rest” kick. You’ll be lucky to catch me at all with it, let alone unaware enough to land it. I’ve seen many more impressive kicks than that, and they’re all so much more naturally performed. But hey, whatever got you to the Rebellion title, I’m sure your sister did most of the work, am I right?
-Donnie laughs a bit.-
)Donnie Harris(
Like... clearly you’re the less talented between the two of you. After all, she holds the Anarchy brand title, before this new Battleground concept really kicks off, and yes, Ally, you’re in my crosshairs too, not just SYNN’s. But Damian, you are a very unfortunate and unlucky person, just as those who were accused during the witch trials. The only difference is that your judge, jury and executioner aren’t flawed humans who looked up into the sky and prayed for guidance and instead had a bird shit in their mouth, taking it as a sign that the accused witch was guilty. No, instead you are up against a flawed human whose presence in Outcast Championship Wrestling has elevated the brand with classic matches against any and all opponents put in his way. You are facing the next person to hold the Rebellion championship. You’re facing me.
-He continues a couple more rows through the graveyard, as some of the markers start to appear newer.-
)Donnie Harris(
But clearly, you have enough talent to get this far, so you must be applauded for the work you put in, regardless. However, you will regard me and recognize the threat that now befalls your reign as Rebellion champion. I had BRADDOCK at a standstill multiple times. In fact, if you care to notice, Damian, BRADDOCK, our current world champion, is the only person since this place opened that I’ve lost to. He is the only competitor here who “has my number”. What does that mean for you, Damian, the lesser Calaway?
-Donnie turns to face the camera, resting his hand on one of the sturdier stones that stood just over hip height on him.-
)Donnie Harris(
It means you’ll be going to war, Damian. It means that you will need every little piece of gear, whether it’s a host of weaponry you bring from the back or the instruments you’ll be able to use in this match of ours, this bullshit gimmick match, in order to even get close to what you can call an advantage. BRADDOCK and I, we put deathmatches to shame without even trying, yet you think you’ll be able to stand up to me? That’s cute, rich even, because you are very aware, or at least you will be, of what I’m capable of. Hell, I bet I’ll lay you to rest with your own kick, and it will look even better than how you do it. I’ve been fighting for a very long time, Damian, using moves like your kick, but they are as big a risk as they pay off the reward, and you will learn that.
-Donnie gently pushes off the tombstone to continue walking, a hand going into the pocket of the hoodie that he has worn since the beginning of the promo: a Donnie Harris hoodie straight out of the merch store.-
)Donnie Harris(
The fighting game has been kind to me, and these last few fights, even though they haven’t been in my favor, are proof that I’m in the good graces of management to give me what I’ve earned. I got my shots at BRADDOCK; I would have had my shot at SYNN. And now, with the time that has gone on, as a way to give me a chance to relax and recuperate, I get my shot at you. Sure, Damian, bring your sister; let her see the carnage that will come with facing me. Let her witness the chaos that will grip you as I choke you out, knock you flat on your ass, make the pin, win the title. Then, Ally can try to get in my face, the same way she got into SYNN’s, but the only difference is that, as soon as she gets into this ring with me, she isn’t just a woman; she’s an opponent. I attack my opponents with extreme prejudice. Outside of the ring, hell, I’d even share a drink with you, dude, but, the minute you’re named as my opponent, there is nothing on this Earth, damned or divine, to stop me from absolutely smiting you as soon as that bell rings.
-Donnie’s footsteps move with more purpose, his gait and pace moving with confidence and authority.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t even know what to say that isn’t repeating myself anymore, because you’re still that run-of-the-mill bullshit type of competitor, championship title or not, that I don’t consider a threat, that I will NEVER consider a threat. You can run your mouth, just the same as I have, but the difference between us is that the check I cash is for the full amount; yours will bounce higher than the Burj Khalifa. And frankly, your fall from grace will match. That is just the truth...
-Donnie laughs.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m dead set on it.
Then again, nothing feels better than busting through it.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre nights are a blur, and it was hard to remember exact moments, but Donnie felt worn down, more so than usual. He probably took a headshot that was a little too dynamic, so he was planning on hitting the hospital afterwards, just to be safe. Concussions are no joke in combat sports, and he knew that. He had seen firsthand how scary it can be to be on the outside looking in, having concussed people in the cage. He wouldn’t go for the finish in those cases, calling for the ref or the doc to check his opponent. Most times, he wouldn’t have to lay another finger, most times.
Nonetheless, after a quick stop at the hospital, having asked the road crew to take his gear to Halloween Havok for him (and tipping them for it) before leaving, Donnie got to go to sleep, even if it was a hospital bed for observation. It was worth it.
He knew that BRADDOCK had beaten him down, because his body felt the same as it did last month. That was the only thing he recognized, the only thing he could remember.
But Halloween Havok was around the corner, all things considered. He had to be prepared. His match with BRADDOCK having been moved to TCM was a blow to his ego, and it showed, as it affected his performance, but the olive branch to soothe the soreness was a shot at a Calaway.
Damian Calaway, currently the Rebellion Champion. Considering the shakeup that just occurred with weekly shows being cut down to a weekly supercard, there would always be an opportunity to bring out the best of all involved.
Plus it would be fun to have a shot at every title in the game right now; Donnie wanted that shot: to wear every strap and then have a say in who can go for what.
But, his body seemed to feel slower still; at the gym, the weakness was evident, as he tried to lift his usual limit, all for nothing. He had to drop the weight by 20 lbs in some exercises, but he just said to himself that it was his body trying to recover.
It didn’t help his ego, as he left the gym after only a 4-hour stay.
The flight to Salem was a quiet one; he slept most of it. His body was exhausted, like it needed more time to heal, to recover, to regain strength. Getting off the plane was an awkward challenge, as his legs seemed to buckle underneath him. It was giving him legitimate concerns about whether or not Halloween would be doable, if going to Havok was going to be a bad idea.
He knew that stopping would be worse than continuing; he trudged on.
He also knew that his mouth still worked, so he was going to use it, but not on TikTok.
Donnie called ahead to book some promo time, and he managed to get the camera crew ready, heading to The Burying Point cemetery in Salem. It was an old cemetery, for which he also called ahead to the caretakers, to make sure that the filming would be okay.
All set up and ready to go, Donnie mic’d up and set, he takes a deep breath and waits for his cue.-
)Donnie Harris(
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre beat me up in ways I can’t even begin to fathom, yet here we are. Fitting that we find ourselves in a graveyard, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll be beating a sick dog, Damian; I may feel like my body is ready to quit, but I’ve never let my body tell me what to do. There is still plenty of time for me to gorge on good, rich food, and plenty of time to get a good sleep before we get into the ring and see that the Rebellion title flies off your waist in one fell swoop.
-Donnie begins to meander through the site, walking between the rows of very old tombstones as he ponders his next words.-
)Donnie Harris(
I remember watching your match with Brooke, Damian, and it was cute, your “Laid to Rest” kick. You’ll be lucky to catch me at all with it, let alone unaware enough to land it. I’ve seen many more impressive kicks than that, and they’re all so much more naturally performed. But hey, whatever got you to the Rebellion title, I’m sure your sister did most of the work, am I right?
-Donnie laughs a bit.-
)Donnie Harris(
Like... clearly you’re the less talented between the two of you. After all, she holds the Anarchy brand title, before this new Battleground concept really kicks off, and yes, Ally, you’re in my crosshairs too, not just SYNN’s. But Damian, you are a very unfortunate and unlucky person, just as those who were accused during the witch trials. The only difference is that your judge, jury and executioner aren’t flawed humans who looked up into the sky and prayed for guidance and instead had a bird shit in their mouth, taking it as a sign that the accused witch was guilty. No, instead you are up against a flawed human whose presence in Outcast Championship Wrestling has elevated the brand with classic matches against any and all opponents put in his way. You are facing the next person to hold the Rebellion championship. You’re facing me.
-He continues a couple more rows through the graveyard, as some of the markers start to appear newer.-
)Donnie Harris(
But clearly, you have enough talent to get this far, so you must be applauded for the work you put in, regardless. However, you will regard me and recognize the threat that now befalls your reign as Rebellion champion. I had BRADDOCK at a standstill multiple times. In fact, if you care to notice, Damian, BRADDOCK, our current world champion, is the only person since this place opened that I’ve lost to. He is the only competitor here who “has my number”. What does that mean for you, Damian, the lesser Calaway?
-Donnie turns to face the camera, resting his hand on one of the sturdier stones that stood just over hip height on him.-
)Donnie Harris(
It means you’ll be going to war, Damian. It means that you will need every little piece of gear, whether it’s a host of weaponry you bring from the back or the instruments you’ll be able to use in this match of ours, this bullshit gimmick match, in order to even get close to what you can call an advantage. BRADDOCK and I, we put deathmatches to shame without even trying, yet you think you’ll be able to stand up to me? That’s cute, rich even, because you are very aware, or at least you will be, of what I’m capable of. Hell, I bet I’ll lay you to rest with your own kick, and it will look even better than how you do it. I’ve been fighting for a very long time, Damian, using moves like your kick, but they are as big a risk as they pay off the reward, and you will learn that.
-Donnie gently pushes off the tombstone to continue walking, a hand going into the pocket of the hoodie that he has worn since the beginning of the promo: a Donnie Harris hoodie straight out of the merch store.-
)Donnie Harris(
The fighting game has been kind to me, and these last few fights, even though they haven’t been in my favor, are proof that I’m in the good graces of management to give me what I’ve earned. I got my shots at BRADDOCK; I would have had my shot at SYNN. And now, with the time that has gone on, as a way to give me a chance to relax and recuperate, I get my shot at you. Sure, Damian, bring your sister; let her see the carnage that will come with facing me. Let her witness the chaos that will grip you as I choke you out, knock you flat on your ass, make the pin, win the title. Then, Ally can try to get in my face, the same way she got into SYNN’s, but the only difference is that, as soon as she gets into this ring with me, she isn’t just a woman; she’s an opponent. I attack my opponents with extreme prejudice. Outside of the ring, hell, I’d even share a drink with you, dude, but, the minute you’re named as my opponent, there is nothing on this Earth, damned or divine, to stop me from absolutely smiting you as soon as that bell rings.
-Donnie’s footsteps move with more purpose, his gait and pace moving with confidence and authority.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t even know what to say that isn’t repeating myself anymore, because you’re still that run-of-the-mill bullshit type of competitor, championship title or not, that I don’t consider a threat, that I will NEVER consider a threat. You can run your mouth, just the same as I have, but the difference between us is that the check I cash is for the full amount; yours will bounce higher than the Burj Khalifa. And frankly, your fall from grace will match. That is just the truth...
-Donnie laughs.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m dead set on it.