Post by Donnie Harris on Nov 22, 2023 21:04:41 GMT -5
-Donnie was enjoying his stay in New Orleans, but his body felt restless. After all, there was still almost a full week before Battleground 2 was to kick off.
Donnie’s opponent, once again, is Heath Johnson. Donnie didn’t know him, and there was little to go by: whatever.
Even exhausting his body with his self-styled and regimented training for cardio and endurance wasn’t doing enough to get him relaxed enough. He was actually tossing and turning at night as well. It was agonizing. Didn’t matter what he had to drink, didn’t matter if he took a little melatonin to help kick off the process of falling asleep; whenever his eyes closed, he felt his muscles flexing, as if he was in the ring, raring to go without hesitation. He sat up in bed and buried his face in his hands, before getting out of bed, moving around, having a small glass of cool water to help him relax; that was enough to get him asleep, even though it was only for a few hours.
He did some calling around, looking for any indie shows. Of course, he cleared this with his road agent first, since a contracted OCW wrestler isn’t exactly encouraged to run around, as injuries were always possible, which could ruin a future show, even the whole storyline. But, since he had done it before without saying anything in the past, Donnie was careful. His personal injuries were few and far between.
In fact, the last time he really hurt was against BRADDOCK the first time, and they tore down the house in order to do so.
And, again, that damn Asylum...
Donnie had a grudge to settle with them, and he wanted to eliminate them from the roster. For good.
He was more willing to play the hero in this story than to let the villains gain the higher ground.
However, he knew his calling too; he wasn’t going to put up with anyone else’s shit.
And he would need a team to finish off Asylum, show them who the real crazies were.
It was a sticking point to him, Asylum with Toxicita taking out BRADDOCK the way they did. BRADDOCK earned his respect, same way that Donnie earned his, going into that ring, night in and night out, honing the craft, improving his standing in the company; he wasn’t stopping until either his body gave out or his heart gave up.
When it came to BRADDOCK, though, Donnie would have to run to get even with his pace.
Donnie was talking to the promoter of the small territory and school, WildKat Wrestling, over the phone, negotiating that the only thing that Donnie would be there for is a match and a chance to promote Battleground; he didn’t need the payout and to let the money get spread out to the rest of the roster that was making their appearance.
That night, Donnie made his entrance, with both PWA and OCW titles in his possession, and the match was even billed for the Anarchy title. Their best mid-card guy was put in Donnie’s way, as they often were, and the two wrestlers went a good 20 minutes, with Donnie’s cardio hitting its peak 15 minutes in. The match was a competitive one, but Donnie, as the other wrestler went for a top-rope Poison Rana, countered his opponent’s finish for his own; he got to utilize his Diamond Dust variant, the Thunder Crash, and got the pin fall. Donnie got his hand raised, holding up both belts as a double champion.
Being the good sport he is, Donnie helps his fallen opponent out of the ring as he gets handed a microphone. He straightens up and leans into the corner as the full gymnasium (yes, a gymnasium) claps for the display.-
)Donnie Harris(
First... first of all, dude, you ran me pretty ragged, but that’s the difference between a challenger and a champion. I endured you and everything you had, which means you need to get more and get it mastered damn fast.
-Donnie gets a few boos, but he takes the moment to catch his breath a bit more, not selling the pain of the moves received so much anymore, straightening up and rolling his shoulders.
That restlessness was starting to melt away too.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yeah, yeah, I get it, but he knows that too, so he has it confirmed from a real champion what it’s going to take to finish off the next champion placed in HIS way in the future. From there, it’s all up to him, but what isn’t up to me is my opponent on Battleground, if any of you are watching OCW. Then again, you all know who the hell I am; you clearly watch OCW. You also know what I am going to have to deal with, as Battleground is only a few days away, which means I know you guys are going to watch to see how badly I’ll be beating this Heath Johnson guy into the canvas.
-Donnie moves the mic from his lips, catching his breath again; that restlessness was going to come to a head and it was exciting him.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t know this guy, and I can’t say that enough, and if I don’t know him, how can I prepare for him? Well, I guess that’s Britlyn’s way to challenge her new Anarchy champion. With one hand...
-Donnie extends his free hand, opening it.-
)Donnie Harris(
She hands me the golden opportunity with the Anarchy title, but then...
-Donnie does a slapping gesture, as if smacking someone in the face.-
)Donnie Harris(
WHAM! Here’s your real challenge. Your challenge is to keep up with every single name that stands up against you. Well, let’s just say it’s not the first, nor the last, time I’m going to be getting a slap in the face from a beautiful woman. It honestly doesn’t matter who it is placed in my path, but it does matter who I place in my path.
-Donnie paces a bit, letting the energy run through his body.-
)Donnie Harris(
People like the champion BRADDOCK, people like SYNN, people like Konstantine, people like Matt Knox, people like the combined effort of Asylum; people like Toxicita: These are people who either hold something I want, are someone I need to beat to feel that much better, or people whose mouths have gotten them into more trouble than they’re worth. Well that’s swell. It’s cool. It’s all fine and fucking dandy. What does it mean, though? Well for people like SYNN, I consider her a friend and a rival, and that rivalry isn’t going to just go away, even though we have worked together, and the same extends to Konstantine, but he and BRADDOCK... They are in my way. And, for anyone who has noticed, many of those put in my way are soon swept out of it, and in a big and violent way.
-Donnie pauses for some of the cheers from the fans, to which Donnie shrugs.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m not here for praise or adulation from you lot, but obviously it means something to the brass, so I will thank you for it, but save the real cheers for when I get into the ring this coming Monday, because it will be Heath Johnson’s true introduction to OCW. He wants to come in, being recognized at face value, but he hasn’t gotten into my face yet, and, once he is in my face, one punch: that’s all I need. One real punch to the face is all it’s going to take to put this self-proclaimed legend and outlaw down like a sick dog. That’s one check you can cash in on, a guarantee of the OCW Anarchy and PWA Streaming Service...
-Donnie lifts both belts up by their straps, raising them over his head.-
)Donnie Harris(
CHAMPION.
Bank on it.
-Donnie drops the mic and gets out of the ring to no fanfare except the applause of the crowd assembled. So this is what it was like before any music at all, hm? It’s actually not a bad way to do it. Then again, with the taste of fame and recognition...
Donnie wouldn’t change a damn thing.-
Donnie’s opponent, once again, is Heath Johnson. Donnie didn’t know him, and there was little to go by: whatever.
Even exhausting his body with his self-styled and regimented training for cardio and endurance wasn’t doing enough to get him relaxed enough. He was actually tossing and turning at night as well. It was agonizing. Didn’t matter what he had to drink, didn’t matter if he took a little melatonin to help kick off the process of falling asleep; whenever his eyes closed, he felt his muscles flexing, as if he was in the ring, raring to go without hesitation. He sat up in bed and buried his face in his hands, before getting out of bed, moving around, having a small glass of cool water to help him relax; that was enough to get him asleep, even though it was only for a few hours.
He did some calling around, looking for any indie shows. Of course, he cleared this with his road agent first, since a contracted OCW wrestler isn’t exactly encouraged to run around, as injuries were always possible, which could ruin a future show, even the whole storyline. But, since he had done it before without saying anything in the past, Donnie was careful. His personal injuries were few and far between.
In fact, the last time he really hurt was against BRADDOCK the first time, and they tore down the house in order to do so.
And, again, that damn Asylum...
Donnie had a grudge to settle with them, and he wanted to eliminate them from the roster. For good.
He was more willing to play the hero in this story than to let the villains gain the higher ground.
However, he knew his calling too; he wasn’t going to put up with anyone else’s shit.
And he would need a team to finish off Asylum, show them who the real crazies were.
It was a sticking point to him, Asylum with Toxicita taking out BRADDOCK the way they did. BRADDOCK earned his respect, same way that Donnie earned his, going into that ring, night in and night out, honing the craft, improving his standing in the company; he wasn’t stopping until either his body gave out or his heart gave up.
When it came to BRADDOCK, though, Donnie would have to run to get even with his pace.
Donnie was talking to the promoter of the small territory and school, WildKat Wrestling, over the phone, negotiating that the only thing that Donnie would be there for is a match and a chance to promote Battleground; he didn’t need the payout and to let the money get spread out to the rest of the roster that was making their appearance.
That night, Donnie made his entrance, with both PWA and OCW titles in his possession, and the match was even billed for the Anarchy title. Their best mid-card guy was put in Donnie’s way, as they often were, and the two wrestlers went a good 20 minutes, with Donnie’s cardio hitting its peak 15 minutes in. The match was a competitive one, but Donnie, as the other wrestler went for a top-rope Poison Rana, countered his opponent’s finish for his own; he got to utilize his Diamond Dust variant, the Thunder Crash, and got the pin fall. Donnie got his hand raised, holding up both belts as a double champion.
Being the good sport he is, Donnie helps his fallen opponent out of the ring as he gets handed a microphone. He straightens up and leans into the corner as the full gymnasium (yes, a gymnasium) claps for the display.-
)Donnie Harris(
First... first of all, dude, you ran me pretty ragged, but that’s the difference between a challenger and a champion. I endured you and everything you had, which means you need to get more and get it mastered damn fast.
-Donnie gets a few boos, but he takes the moment to catch his breath a bit more, not selling the pain of the moves received so much anymore, straightening up and rolling his shoulders.
That restlessness was starting to melt away too.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yeah, yeah, I get it, but he knows that too, so he has it confirmed from a real champion what it’s going to take to finish off the next champion placed in HIS way in the future. From there, it’s all up to him, but what isn’t up to me is my opponent on Battleground, if any of you are watching OCW. Then again, you all know who the hell I am; you clearly watch OCW. You also know what I am going to have to deal with, as Battleground is only a few days away, which means I know you guys are going to watch to see how badly I’ll be beating this Heath Johnson guy into the canvas.
-Donnie moves the mic from his lips, catching his breath again; that restlessness was going to come to a head and it was exciting him.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t know this guy, and I can’t say that enough, and if I don’t know him, how can I prepare for him? Well, I guess that’s Britlyn’s way to challenge her new Anarchy champion. With one hand...
-Donnie extends his free hand, opening it.-
)Donnie Harris(
She hands me the golden opportunity with the Anarchy title, but then...
-Donnie does a slapping gesture, as if smacking someone in the face.-
)Donnie Harris(
WHAM! Here’s your real challenge. Your challenge is to keep up with every single name that stands up against you. Well, let’s just say it’s not the first, nor the last, time I’m going to be getting a slap in the face from a beautiful woman. It honestly doesn’t matter who it is placed in my path, but it does matter who I place in my path.
-Donnie paces a bit, letting the energy run through his body.-
)Donnie Harris(
People like the champion BRADDOCK, people like SYNN, people like Konstantine, people like Matt Knox, people like the combined effort of Asylum; people like Toxicita: These are people who either hold something I want, are someone I need to beat to feel that much better, or people whose mouths have gotten them into more trouble than they’re worth. Well that’s swell. It’s cool. It’s all fine and fucking dandy. What does it mean, though? Well for people like SYNN, I consider her a friend and a rival, and that rivalry isn’t going to just go away, even though we have worked together, and the same extends to Konstantine, but he and BRADDOCK... They are in my way. And, for anyone who has noticed, many of those put in my way are soon swept out of it, and in a big and violent way.
-Donnie pauses for some of the cheers from the fans, to which Donnie shrugs.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m not here for praise or adulation from you lot, but obviously it means something to the brass, so I will thank you for it, but save the real cheers for when I get into the ring this coming Monday, because it will be Heath Johnson’s true introduction to OCW. He wants to come in, being recognized at face value, but he hasn’t gotten into my face yet, and, once he is in my face, one punch: that’s all I need. One real punch to the face is all it’s going to take to put this self-proclaimed legend and outlaw down like a sick dog. That’s one check you can cash in on, a guarantee of the OCW Anarchy and PWA Streaming Service...
-Donnie lifts both belts up by their straps, raising them over his head.-
)Donnie Harris(
CHAMPION.
Bank on it.
-Donnie drops the mic and gets out of the ring to no fanfare except the applause of the crowd assembled. So this is what it was like before any music at all, hm? It’s actually not a bad way to do it. Then again, with the taste of fame and recognition...
Donnie wouldn’t change a damn thing.-