Post by Donnie Harris on Jan 29, 2024 18:07:32 GMT -5
-The scene opens in the middle of a quarry, dug deeply into the earth, almost a full mile under sea level. The only one walking in the middle of it, covered in dust and dirt, in a white wife beater style muscle shirt, is Donnie Harris; wearing a hard hat and steel-toed boots, he was otherwise dressed to work, as shown by the sheen of sweat on his skin, the dirt adhering to his body and clothes. He dusted his jeans off with his free hand, a pickaxe and sledge over his shoulder.-
)Donnie Harris(
NOBODY... will question the amount of work I have been putting in since the day I started in this business.
-He drops the two heavy tools to the ground, picking up the pickaxe. Donnie pulls his work gloves tighter against the skin of his hands, before he takes a good grip on the haft of the pickaxe, bringing it down with a decent bit of impact on the large boulder in front of him. The camera pans around to show Donnie’s work: the point of the pickaxe pulling away to show a splintering of the rock, as Donnie wheels back and hits the same spot.-
)Donnie Harris(
Time and time again, I am being forced to prove my worth, over and over, against “mudhuts” like you. I’ll tell you this right now, Justin, and it’s simple: I am what OCW has been working hardest with. I am why OCW is doing so well. Quite frankly, Justin York...
-Donnie pauses, the pickaxe dug into the rock.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am OCW; I don’t need BRADDOCK’s world title to prove that.
-Donnie pulls the pickaxe out of the boulder, putting it down before pulling a length of rebar, not much more than the length of a chisel, into the hole. He takes the sledge and starts hammering it into place, into the gap left.-
)Donnie Harris(
But that’s what everyone wants, right? They all want that chance for the brass ring, for the world title, for the ultimate form of recognition and kudos and praise. There’s a problem to that, and I am that problem.
-Donnie drives the rebar into the stone as far as it will go, putting the sledge down to repeat the process with the pickaxe, starting another hole manually.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am the Anarchy champion. I am still the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. And you, Blackjack Boy, are in my fucking way.
-The rock continues to be picked, that next hole bored in and the rebar wedge being put into place; Donnie picks up his sledge and continues the process.-
)Donnie Harris(
Sure, sometimes it’s a monotonous process, where I’m facing a lot of the same people over and over again, whether it’s someone like you with nothing really to offer the company, or if it’s someone like SYNN or BRADDOCK: two people that have been put in my path repeatedly to test me and hone me like the sharpened blade that I have become.
-Donnie drops the sledge and picks up the pickaxe, and the process goes on.-
)Donnie Harris(
People like you, Poker Putz, are just cobblestones in the road to my success and ultimate victory. You’re just there to give me something to do and someone to beat down like a naughty dog. They constantly question what I can do, what I’m capable of, who I can beat next; why I keep doing what I do. That is why I have to keep doing what I do, and it is why I will continue to do what I do, and I will continue to do it very fucking well. I wouldn’t be a champion if I didn’t.
-Another hole picked into the boulder, another rebar spike stuck into the hole, another few swings of the sledge: Donnie’s pace is relentless, as the fifth and sixth holes are easily made. The crack starts to form on the boulder; water from ancient times begins to seep through the crack, the rock fissuring further.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I’m one of the hardest nuts to crack in OCW, in this one or the other two. Sure, I’ve had my losing streak, I’ve faced my share of challenges in the ring, but it hardly means that I’m willing to give up. BRADDOCK beat me in one of the most intense battles in the history of this industry; Damian Calaway got very, very lucky. But you? You... the odds are certainly stacked against you, but an underdog story will not describe this match on the 31st of January, oh no.
-Donnie, with one final swing of the sledge and a grunt of effort, cracks the boulder, and the massive geode falls apart; he grabs the pickaxe and backpedals away from the massive stone halves, placing his hand on one half to slow its collapse towards him, sliding backwards only slightly and taking a deep sigh of relief as it behaves exactly as intended. The man drops the tools and hops onto the rock half he stopped, and, from the crystals, he pulls out the Anarchy title belt, wiping the plate clean with his shirt.-
)Donnie Harris(
Is this what you want, Justin? Is this what you believe you’re capable of achieving? Hate to tell you, boyo, but this is mine. I won this; I earned this, and it’s mine. I know you’re going to fight, and I know you’re going to look me in the eye and expect to surpass me, only to meet me for the title as my number one contender, but I am going to crush your small-scale dream, Crapshoot. I’m going to be flushing your dream down the toilet, because you just rolled snake eyes the minute you cast your lot to face me. You had a better chance facing Colossus or Toxicita for the Elevate belt, but you have this rivalry with Goth, right? Well, apparently I have my allies too, and they’re either out to keep my title around my waist or to keep guys like you, the undeserving, out of my damn way. You pretenders are all the same, are all flawed in the exact same way. People like Toxicita understand that the handpicked, while undeserving in their own right, need to step up and unseat those that cannot stand for themselves. Britlyn handpicked me, because I can, do and will continue to step up to people like you and BRADDOCK and SYNN, and I fight to win and to dominate, every step of the way and every step on my path. You...
-Donnie slings the Anarchy title over his shoulder, breathing as if he had exerted no energy, and he hops down.-
)Donnie Harris(
You are worth about as much as a miscut, foggy, disgusting mineral stone; I am a refined diamond. I will cut your heart out of your chest and cut your hopes out from under you; you will fall into the abyss of hopelessness and loneliness that I myself have pulled myself out of. While I would never wish another to feel such horrible things, people like you can’t avoid being next to be absorbed into the void. The demons can have you; I will shine like the angels while you can clean the shit up left in your defeat. What's more, at least you have some floozy who can mourn your loss while you wallow in that despair I'll make for you...
-Donnie picks up his tools and struts into the midday sun, the Anarchy title plate shining like a spotlight against the dirt.-
)Donnie Harris(
NOBODY... will question the amount of work I have been putting in since the day I started in this business.
-He drops the two heavy tools to the ground, picking up the pickaxe. Donnie pulls his work gloves tighter against the skin of his hands, before he takes a good grip on the haft of the pickaxe, bringing it down with a decent bit of impact on the large boulder in front of him. The camera pans around to show Donnie’s work: the point of the pickaxe pulling away to show a splintering of the rock, as Donnie wheels back and hits the same spot.-
)Donnie Harris(
Time and time again, I am being forced to prove my worth, over and over, against “mudhuts” like you. I’ll tell you this right now, Justin, and it’s simple: I am what OCW has been working hardest with. I am why OCW is doing so well. Quite frankly, Justin York...
-Donnie pauses, the pickaxe dug into the rock.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am OCW; I don’t need BRADDOCK’s world title to prove that.
-Donnie pulls the pickaxe out of the boulder, putting it down before pulling a length of rebar, not much more than the length of a chisel, into the hole. He takes the sledge and starts hammering it into place, into the gap left.-
)Donnie Harris(
But that’s what everyone wants, right? They all want that chance for the brass ring, for the world title, for the ultimate form of recognition and kudos and praise. There’s a problem to that, and I am that problem.
-Donnie drives the rebar into the stone as far as it will go, putting the sledge down to repeat the process with the pickaxe, starting another hole manually.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am the Anarchy champion. I am still the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. And you, Blackjack Boy, are in my fucking way.
-The rock continues to be picked, that next hole bored in and the rebar wedge being put into place; Donnie picks up his sledge and continues the process.-
)Donnie Harris(
Sure, sometimes it’s a monotonous process, where I’m facing a lot of the same people over and over again, whether it’s someone like you with nothing really to offer the company, or if it’s someone like SYNN or BRADDOCK: two people that have been put in my path repeatedly to test me and hone me like the sharpened blade that I have become.
-Donnie drops the sledge and picks up the pickaxe, and the process goes on.-
)Donnie Harris(
People like you, Poker Putz, are just cobblestones in the road to my success and ultimate victory. You’re just there to give me something to do and someone to beat down like a naughty dog. They constantly question what I can do, what I’m capable of, who I can beat next; why I keep doing what I do. That is why I have to keep doing what I do, and it is why I will continue to do what I do, and I will continue to do it very fucking well. I wouldn’t be a champion if I didn’t.
-Another hole picked into the boulder, another rebar spike stuck into the hole, another few swings of the sledge: Donnie’s pace is relentless, as the fifth and sixth holes are easily made. The crack starts to form on the boulder; water from ancient times begins to seep through the crack, the rock fissuring further.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I’m one of the hardest nuts to crack in OCW, in this one or the other two. Sure, I’ve had my losing streak, I’ve faced my share of challenges in the ring, but it hardly means that I’m willing to give up. BRADDOCK beat me in one of the most intense battles in the history of this industry; Damian Calaway got very, very lucky. But you? You... the odds are certainly stacked against you, but an underdog story will not describe this match on the 31st of January, oh no.
-Donnie, with one final swing of the sledge and a grunt of effort, cracks the boulder, and the massive geode falls apart; he grabs the pickaxe and backpedals away from the massive stone halves, placing his hand on one half to slow its collapse towards him, sliding backwards only slightly and taking a deep sigh of relief as it behaves exactly as intended. The man drops the tools and hops onto the rock half he stopped, and, from the crystals, he pulls out the Anarchy title belt, wiping the plate clean with his shirt.-
)Donnie Harris(
Is this what you want, Justin? Is this what you believe you’re capable of achieving? Hate to tell you, boyo, but this is mine. I won this; I earned this, and it’s mine. I know you’re going to fight, and I know you’re going to look me in the eye and expect to surpass me, only to meet me for the title as my number one contender, but I am going to crush your small-scale dream, Crapshoot. I’m going to be flushing your dream down the toilet, because you just rolled snake eyes the minute you cast your lot to face me. You had a better chance facing Colossus or Toxicita for the Elevate belt, but you have this rivalry with Goth, right? Well, apparently I have my allies too, and they’re either out to keep my title around my waist or to keep guys like you, the undeserving, out of my damn way. You pretenders are all the same, are all flawed in the exact same way. People like Toxicita understand that the handpicked, while undeserving in their own right, need to step up and unseat those that cannot stand for themselves. Britlyn handpicked me, because I can, do and will continue to step up to people like you and BRADDOCK and SYNN, and I fight to win and to dominate, every step of the way and every step on my path. You...
-Donnie slings the Anarchy title over his shoulder, breathing as if he had exerted no energy, and he hops down.-
)Donnie Harris(
You are worth about as much as a miscut, foggy, disgusting mineral stone; I am a refined diamond. I will cut your heart out of your chest and cut your hopes out from under you; you will fall into the abyss of hopelessness and loneliness that I myself have pulled myself out of. While I would never wish another to feel such horrible things, people like you can’t avoid being next to be absorbed into the void. The demons can have you; I will shine like the angels while you can clean the shit up left in your defeat. What's more, at least you have some floozy who can mourn your loss while you wallow in that despair I'll make for you...
-Donnie picks up his tools and struts into the midday sun, the Anarchy title plate shining like a spotlight against the dirt.-