Post by Donnie Harris on Feb 22, 2024 23:06:18 GMT -5
-Donnie watched Britlyn’s press conference. Well, it wasn’t even a press conference; it was just a broad, cheaply funded announcement, something one would see at a stockholders’ meeting or the opening of a stock exchange. It was nice to be mentioned, even poised, at the top of her list of those who benefited from the Outcast model, but it changed nothing. It still burned on the inside; it still hurt.
Even though he had no true business stakes, Donnie Harris felt that more could have been done to keep the doors open, to keep everyone there, but there were outside forces, unforeseen issues that pushed people away.
She acknowledged the wrong of taking the crown off SYNN’s head; she addressed taking the title off of BRADDOCK, but both were for the betterment of the business, or so she thought.
Not to mention that Donnie still had the right, the title and the glory of Outcast’s number 1 contendership for the world title, how was it fair to let two unknowns in Outcast be the ones to be named as those competing for the top prize? No, this wasn’t right. It wouldn’t do. Donnie was as close to the top as the Anarchy Championship would allow, and Britlyn was not going to crown a double champion this early into the company.
After Ashes 2 Ashes, there would be no company. Now, it didn’t even matter.-
)Donnie Harris(
Britlyn, I don’t care if you listen to this voice mail or not, but you know you could have done better; you said so yourself. Junko and Knox are just two other people, coming via your invitation, to compete for a world title that two of your top wrestlers never lost, and I am still the #1 contender. Something needs fixing, and I will fix it after I fix Easton. He better fucking show, because, if he’s anything like BRADDOCK was in my last match with him, I will massacre your main event, not that you had one in the first fucking place!
-Donnie, after leaving this message for his boss, for better or worse, throws his phone aside in disgust. It was tempting to dispose of the Anarchy title too, because now it felt, more so now than ever, it was handed to him, just to replace Ally Calaway, with no competition. It felt like every time the UFC or Bellator or, while it was still around, Strikeforce denied his applications, even though he had one of the cleanest records at the time. He was so angry, he felt no other recourse.
He fell to his knees, covered his face and cried.
He was already in San Francisco too, staying at the LUMA Hotel; thankfully he picked something a little more modest, given the state of everything. The chaos was very evident in the matches, the finishes, like something from the 2000s was taking place all around him. The shock was intensely powerful to him still, listening to the announcement from Britlyn, and he couldn’t calm down. He needed to work out, get it off his chest, but, being the Outsiders Streaming Service champion, he had an idea.
He changed into some workout attire and opened up his phone, starting up Facebook Live, titling it “LIVE Reaction to OCW Announcement! #fateunknown”. Of course, he knew all too well what the fate of everything was, given some of the correspondence he had been receiving from Online, but the fans, whether he had heat with them or not, deserved to know what the fuck was going on.
On his way to the LUMA San Francisco’s gym, his camera kicked on, and Donnie was allowed to go off.-
)Donnie Harris(
Okay, so... this is what’s going on. First of all, I will link everyone to the recent OCW announcement in the description when I post this feed onto YouTube, as a video, and onto Facebook and Instagram and blah blah blah FUCK THIS SHIT! I can’t believe this fucking noise, man. Britlyn folds just because Marcus reappears to reopen Online Championship Wrestling? Are you fucking SERIOUS right now!? This is total bullshit. After all the work... hell, I don’t think I even worked a day since my match after BRADDOCK and I went balls to the wall at And Justice For Brawl, man. We went insane, and, even though he came out of it as champ, he had it taken away. Hell, even SYNN never had a good enough go at it, regardless of the heat from her being champion. But, let’s not forget, I haven’t had a shot at it since winning the Anarchy gold. I was willing to go Option C route with it. I was ready to trade it in for a shot at the top prize in our company, but I was fucking DENIED, all because Britlyn didn’t want her world champion to be a double champion too. Do you really think I would struggle with that sort of responsibility!?
-Donnie presses a button on the wall, waiting for an elevator in the meantime.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have never dropped the ball when it comes to my professionalism. I am always there, I always put it all out there in the ring, and all I have to show for it is the Anarchy title which, given your announcement, Britlyn, might as well have been gifted to me because Ally was on her way FUCKING out! It’s no different than if Easton Alexander, who I’m facing in one of the last matches EVER in Outcast and who I’m defending the Streaming Service title against in Outsiders, suddenly left and... OH! Wait a fucking minute! That happened too! This big storyline setup with him and SYNN and all of a sudden, it all goes TO FUCKING SHIT!
-Donnie starts to get heated, shouting his frustrations openly in this higher-quality hotel, getting into the empty elevator car and continuing; he didn’t care if the Wi-Fi suddenly cut him off.-
)Donnie Harris(
Easton, I swear to everything fucking holy that if you don’t show the fuck up for our match, I will turn this show into a FUCKING TRAVESTY! You lost all your best talent, Britlyn, so all you have is me. All you’re getting is me; I am the whole fucking show at Ashes 2 Ashes! Fucking recognize the talent I’m providing! You were the one to sign me on; you sent me the contract and I gave it back to the office personally, and yet you try to fuck me over on this! You fucked Justin York to fuck me over too! You absolute cunt of a boss, I’m going to show the damn world what it is to be entertained; I’ll make Russell Crowe in Gladiator look like fucking Gallagher in comparison! You have no idea what you’ve done to me, and I’m going to blow the roof off the damn building myself. Even if I turn out to be the first and last double champion in Outcast’s history, I’m going to do exactly that, and I’m going to drag whomever from the back that I need to beat into a fucking pulp to do it, even if I drag BRADDOCK out of the fucking hospital, even if I need to drag SYNN out by her goddamn nipples if I have to!
-Donnie pulls the camera right up to his face, the frustration and pain of the moment written all over his face like KISS makeup.-
)Donnie Harris(
If Easton Alexander is going to fucking run from me, I’m going to take out every single person in the back, ranging from referee to roadie; I do not care anymore! This business has been my life and I will not be shuffled around like some faceless card in a deck; I’m the king of spades, and I deal in death and suffering, and I will make sure that every other pointless suit sees that I am the one to beat and the one to fear. I don’t need a damn demon in me to do that.
-Donnie steps through the opening elevator doors, clipping himself on one of the panels as it slides open, forcing him to spin, but he otherwise doesn’t lose a step. The people around him, including those waiting for the elevator, look at him with mouths agape from the outpouring of pure vexation.-
)Donnie Harris(
Easton, you have no idea what you’re in for now. Well, maybe you do, but you’ll get a better view of it than through the TV screen or at ringside. You’re facing the man who had BRADDOCK reeling at his prime; you’re looking at the man who actually earned SYNN’s respect by being her biggest threat. You are looking at someone who is ready to send legions from Hell to face you, and I am that legion. It will take you an army to keep me down, with this passionate rage that has been pulled out of me. You got lucky to have gotten the push you have, to face me at all for a title shot, but I’m going to show everyone that you’re not that deserving. You’ve been gone too long; you’re going to get shelved for even longer, all because you came back at the worst time. Have you even come back!?
-Donnie storms into the fitness area, still streaming, veins in his face still bulging as if his workout was already as intense as it has ever been; at least it means he can skip the warm-up.-
)Donnie Harris(
A cage would be a fitting way to keep your ass in there with me, and I don’t care who else ends up in it with me, but my Anarchy title is meaningless in the grand scheme, if it means the World Heavyweight Championship being placed around my waist where it belongs. You’ll be a second thought, Easton, just as you were when SYNN ambushed us about a year ago. But in the here and in the now, I am the superior of us. I am the one that everyone turns to, bad or good, in order to get the job done, and I do exactly that. I don’t have to sleep with the boss to get a title shot; I never had to bust a nut in order to get the right to bust some fucking skulls. I fought, I clawed, I won and I lost: that’s why I’m the best fucking person in this business, the greatest wrestler in Outcast’s short history. Wherever you look, you’ll find my name in the book; it doesn’t matter what it’s for or why, but I am there where I’m needed, whether I was wanted or not and I defy you to prove me wrong.
-Donnie sighs, the phone shaking as he grips the phone case.-
)Donnie Harris(
OCW, and I don’t care which, Ashes 2 Ashes may lead to the dust-off of the Outcasts, but it doesn’t mean you’ve gotten rid of us, not by a long shot. We are still here, we still fight, we will still die for what we do, and I will lead the charge, come Hell or high water, come the volleys of bullets and slings and arrows and all that other poetic shit. I am Donnie Harris, I am THE Outcast, and I will be World Heavyweight Champion.
-Another deep breath comes from Donnie, as he ends the live stream. He posts it, with the link to Britlyn’s announcement regarding the future, and pockets his phone. In a state of pure melancholy, the Anarchy champion walks over to the treadmill and starts it, walking as a quick pace as he re-warms up for his workout.-
Even though he had no true business stakes, Donnie Harris felt that more could have been done to keep the doors open, to keep everyone there, but there were outside forces, unforeseen issues that pushed people away.
She acknowledged the wrong of taking the crown off SYNN’s head; she addressed taking the title off of BRADDOCK, but both were for the betterment of the business, or so she thought.
Not to mention that Donnie still had the right, the title and the glory of Outcast’s number 1 contendership for the world title, how was it fair to let two unknowns in Outcast be the ones to be named as those competing for the top prize? No, this wasn’t right. It wouldn’t do. Donnie was as close to the top as the Anarchy Championship would allow, and Britlyn was not going to crown a double champion this early into the company.
After Ashes 2 Ashes, there would be no company. Now, it didn’t even matter.-
)Donnie Harris(
Britlyn, I don’t care if you listen to this voice mail or not, but you know you could have done better; you said so yourself. Junko and Knox are just two other people, coming via your invitation, to compete for a world title that two of your top wrestlers never lost, and I am still the #1 contender. Something needs fixing, and I will fix it after I fix Easton. He better fucking show, because, if he’s anything like BRADDOCK was in my last match with him, I will massacre your main event, not that you had one in the first fucking place!
-Donnie, after leaving this message for his boss, for better or worse, throws his phone aside in disgust. It was tempting to dispose of the Anarchy title too, because now it felt, more so now than ever, it was handed to him, just to replace Ally Calaway, with no competition. It felt like every time the UFC or Bellator or, while it was still around, Strikeforce denied his applications, even though he had one of the cleanest records at the time. He was so angry, he felt no other recourse.
He fell to his knees, covered his face and cried.
He was already in San Francisco too, staying at the LUMA Hotel; thankfully he picked something a little more modest, given the state of everything. The chaos was very evident in the matches, the finishes, like something from the 2000s was taking place all around him. The shock was intensely powerful to him still, listening to the announcement from Britlyn, and he couldn’t calm down. He needed to work out, get it off his chest, but, being the Outsiders Streaming Service champion, he had an idea.
He changed into some workout attire and opened up his phone, starting up Facebook Live, titling it “LIVE Reaction to OCW Announcement! #fateunknown”. Of course, he knew all too well what the fate of everything was, given some of the correspondence he had been receiving from Online, but the fans, whether he had heat with them or not, deserved to know what the fuck was going on.
On his way to the LUMA San Francisco’s gym, his camera kicked on, and Donnie was allowed to go off.-
)Donnie Harris(
Okay, so... this is what’s going on. First of all, I will link everyone to the recent OCW announcement in the description when I post this feed onto YouTube, as a video, and onto Facebook and Instagram and blah blah blah FUCK THIS SHIT! I can’t believe this fucking noise, man. Britlyn folds just because Marcus reappears to reopen Online Championship Wrestling? Are you fucking SERIOUS right now!? This is total bullshit. After all the work... hell, I don’t think I even worked a day since my match after BRADDOCK and I went balls to the wall at And Justice For Brawl, man. We went insane, and, even though he came out of it as champ, he had it taken away. Hell, even SYNN never had a good enough go at it, regardless of the heat from her being champion. But, let’s not forget, I haven’t had a shot at it since winning the Anarchy gold. I was willing to go Option C route with it. I was ready to trade it in for a shot at the top prize in our company, but I was fucking DENIED, all because Britlyn didn’t want her world champion to be a double champion too. Do you really think I would struggle with that sort of responsibility!?
-Donnie presses a button on the wall, waiting for an elevator in the meantime.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have never dropped the ball when it comes to my professionalism. I am always there, I always put it all out there in the ring, and all I have to show for it is the Anarchy title which, given your announcement, Britlyn, might as well have been gifted to me because Ally was on her way FUCKING out! It’s no different than if Easton Alexander, who I’m facing in one of the last matches EVER in Outcast and who I’m defending the Streaming Service title against in Outsiders, suddenly left and... OH! Wait a fucking minute! That happened too! This big storyline setup with him and SYNN and all of a sudden, it all goes TO FUCKING SHIT!
-Donnie starts to get heated, shouting his frustrations openly in this higher-quality hotel, getting into the empty elevator car and continuing; he didn’t care if the Wi-Fi suddenly cut him off.-
)Donnie Harris(
Easton, I swear to everything fucking holy that if you don’t show the fuck up for our match, I will turn this show into a FUCKING TRAVESTY! You lost all your best talent, Britlyn, so all you have is me. All you’re getting is me; I am the whole fucking show at Ashes 2 Ashes! Fucking recognize the talent I’m providing! You were the one to sign me on; you sent me the contract and I gave it back to the office personally, and yet you try to fuck me over on this! You fucked Justin York to fuck me over too! You absolute cunt of a boss, I’m going to show the damn world what it is to be entertained; I’ll make Russell Crowe in Gladiator look like fucking Gallagher in comparison! You have no idea what you’ve done to me, and I’m going to blow the roof off the damn building myself. Even if I turn out to be the first and last double champion in Outcast’s history, I’m going to do exactly that, and I’m going to drag whomever from the back that I need to beat into a fucking pulp to do it, even if I drag BRADDOCK out of the fucking hospital, even if I need to drag SYNN out by her goddamn nipples if I have to!
-Donnie pulls the camera right up to his face, the frustration and pain of the moment written all over his face like KISS makeup.-
)Donnie Harris(
If Easton Alexander is going to fucking run from me, I’m going to take out every single person in the back, ranging from referee to roadie; I do not care anymore! This business has been my life and I will not be shuffled around like some faceless card in a deck; I’m the king of spades, and I deal in death and suffering, and I will make sure that every other pointless suit sees that I am the one to beat and the one to fear. I don’t need a damn demon in me to do that.
-Donnie steps through the opening elevator doors, clipping himself on one of the panels as it slides open, forcing him to spin, but he otherwise doesn’t lose a step. The people around him, including those waiting for the elevator, look at him with mouths agape from the outpouring of pure vexation.-
)Donnie Harris(
Easton, you have no idea what you’re in for now. Well, maybe you do, but you’ll get a better view of it than through the TV screen or at ringside. You’re facing the man who had BRADDOCK reeling at his prime; you’re looking at the man who actually earned SYNN’s respect by being her biggest threat. You are looking at someone who is ready to send legions from Hell to face you, and I am that legion. It will take you an army to keep me down, with this passionate rage that has been pulled out of me. You got lucky to have gotten the push you have, to face me at all for a title shot, but I’m going to show everyone that you’re not that deserving. You’ve been gone too long; you’re going to get shelved for even longer, all because you came back at the worst time. Have you even come back!?
-Donnie storms into the fitness area, still streaming, veins in his face still bulging as if his workout was already as intense as it has ever been; at least it means he can skip the warm-up.-
)Donnie Harris(
A cage would be a fitting way to keep your ass in there with me, and I don’t care who else ends up in it with me, but my Anarchy title is meaningless in the grand scheme, if it means the World Heavyweight Championship being placed around my waist where it belongs. You’ll be a second thought, Easton, just as you were when SYNN ambushed us about a year ago. But in the here and in the now, I am the superior of us. I am the one that everyone turns to, bad or good, in order to get the job done, and I do exactly that. I don’t have to sleep with the boss to get a title shot; I never had to bust a nut in order to get the right to bust some fucking skulls. I fought, I clawed, I won and I lost: that’s why I’m the best fucking person in this business, the greatest wrestler in Outcast’s short history. Wherever you look, you’ll find my name in the book; it doesn’t matter what it’s for or why, but I am there where I’m needed, whether I was wanted or not and I defy you to prove me wrong.
-Donnie sighs, the phone shaking as he grips the phone case.-
)Donnie Harris(
OCW, and I don’t care which, Ashes 2 Ashes may lead to the dust-off of the Outcasts, but it doesn’t mean you’ve gotten rid of us, not by a long shot. We are still here, we still fight, we will still die for what we do, and I will lead the charge, come Hell or high water, come the volleys of bullets and slings and arrows and all that other poetic shit. I am Donnie Harris, I am THE Outcast, and I will be World Heavyweight Champion.
-Another deep breath comes from Donnie, as he ends the live stream. He posts it, with the link to Britlyn’s announcement regarding the future, and pockets his phone. In a state of pure melancholy, the Anarchy champion walks over to the treadmill and starts it, walking as a quick pace as he re-warms up for his workout.-