Post by Donnie Harris on Mar 7, 2024 13:35:33 GMT -5
-Donnie was still heavily affected by the result of Ashes 2 Ashes. Between Justin York almost being handed the World Title and Donnie losing the Anarchy title by a pubic hair, his mood was at an all-time low. It was clear that the politicking was at an all-time high, especially when someone who had barely touched the OCW, soon to be EPW, ring in Justin York was being acclaimed to World Champion status, as if there wasn’t a perfectly capable former Anarchy champion who could get into the ring right after his match, as emotionally devastated as he was, to put some perspective in Britlyn’s flawed choices.
It didn’t help that her sister was also interested with the Casino Kid too; it was a two-pronged attack of getting the rest of the roster fucked over.
But this isn’t about the rest of the roster. Donnie needed to regain himself and regain focus. Donnie needed to reflect back upon his time as a #1 contender for the World Championship. It didn’t matter how many more championship titles Donnie won (even if it was ripping this new Rise Up title that Justin was essentially given), didn’t matter how many more notches to the belt he added; it had to be about focusing on what mattered most, and the special guest referee, Clyde Newton, he had the World title now. The crosshairs would be set squarely on him.
But not quite yet; Donnie needed to remind the powers that be to close their legs and remember the rest of the talent that busts their asses for the sake of the fans.
Does this mean that Donnie is trying to take some of his heat off because he’s trying to be a team player?
Does this mean that Donnie wanted to look out for more than himself, to be more interested in others than in #1?
Anyone who thinks that needs more therapy than he does.
There is only one person that Donnie needs to concern himself with, and that man is Donnie Harris. Everyone else is a roadblock and an obstacle, whether that person was as lowly as Zeus in Online Championship Wrestling or as high-falutin as the Baylors. Especially considering the problems they’re causing by trying to work Justin York into a position of power he has yet to truly earn, a spot that Donnie has fought exceedingly hard for, with both him and against others, Donnie had to remind himself and the world what Justin York is, and that word is LUCKY.
Lucky to be able to do enough work to have the boss disheveled and in need of an IUD, especially.
The merits of talent can be a heavy price to pay, and Donnie can attest to that, and one thing that Donnie would never ever call himself is a victim; the healing will be longer than he would like, but it didn’t mean he would shy away from the effort required of him. It has been no different for him in training, no different during his time in MMA, and it will be no different when he gets into the ring in a week. Justin York needs a reality check; his boyish looks and child’s intellect with body to match isn’t going to help him.
Nevertheless, Donnie needed to get his head on straight. He needed to throw himself into training, put everything back into perspective and continue the only direction he was good at moving:
Forward.-
)Donnie Harris(
There isn’t a day in my life that I don’t regret what I haven’t done; I could have been doing so much more in the moment. This is what drives me to improve when I lose.
-Donnie sits on a chair, on a stage, a single spotlight on him. He leans back in the leather chair, straight out of Inside the Actors’ Studio, microphone in hand. He was in a basic black tracksuit, as he looks like he was on his way to the gym.-
)Donnie Harris(
My losses against BRADDOCK, Easton Alexander, Damien Calaway, Justin York: regardless of the circumstances of that loss, I still lose. It still means I wasn’t at the top of my game. I wasn’t focused on my job; instead, I just did the job. In this life, there are rarely any opportunities to repeat the roll of the dice, but I do, and it’s at a higher level than before. Even with the guest referee being my newest rival in Clyde Newton, the current EPW World Champion, there is still one opponent in this match, and I need to remind myself of this every minute I hit the heavy bag, with every round with the speed bag, with every mile run on the treadmill; Justin York is the one who can harm my chances in getting back to my winning ways.
-Donnie leans forward, shifting in his seat. A glint of sweat can be seen along his hairline, as the former Anarchy champ takes a deep breath.-
)Donnie Harris(
Losing to Easton Alexander, it still affects me. I’ve never felt so close and so far. Not even losing to BRADDOCK had me feeling this way, yet, as BRADDOCK took time off to injury, I carried this place. I took the onus upon myself to perform. I made sure to be infinitely available to our boss, but what did it earn me? Did it even mean anything to Britlyn? No. Instead, a guy like Justin York... no, not just a guy LIKE him but him, actually him... was able to fit his way, no pun intended, into the boss’ good graces and steal a victory from me and force his way, pun intended this time, into a title picture that he doesn’t belong in. Like the build-up says on the card, I need to climb that corporate ladder one rung at a time, because Justin has himself a good handle on the boss, as she has a grip on his handle. Then again, her hands aren’t the biggest so I’m sure he seems huge.
-He sighs again, running his hand over his hair, wiping some of the sweat now on his hand on his pant leg.-
)Donnie Harris(
But, like I said, it is so very rare that one gets a chance to roll the dice a second time, to tempt fate and to get a repeat opportunity. What’s better than that, it’s at a higher level, a bigger stage, a more significant stake; Justin York got to muscle his way into a main event spot that I have earned, win and lose. I am competitive, and I never let up. If there is a booker, they see that I’m not just resting on my laurels. I’m not just taking my time. I’m relentlessly working on improving myself. I have corrected many of my flaws and I’m no longer as green as I was when I started. My talents have ripened and my capabilities in the squared circle are on par with my abilities in a cage. The only difference is that I have actual competition.
-Antsy, Donnie gets to his feet and starts to pace, the spotlight following him.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have people like BRADDOCK and Easton Alexander and SYNN to help me sharpen my skills and make me want to get better, to hone my craft. Now I have Justin York to make me want to win that much more. Now, I’m not saying that the people I’ve faced haven’t made me want to win, but there is a much heavier onus and need for success here. The expectation for me to perform isn’t just weightier on my back from my own pressure, but it’s also the pressure from the corporate side, as Justin York has himself an in, no pun intended, with the office. With Britlyn, I’m fine; it is what it is, but now it’s both sisters. What fucking bullshit is going on now? These politics are a headache, which is why I’m hoping that Clyde Newton keeps this match on an even keel. I’m hoping that this match is allowed to be competitive, no matter what happens. He’s supposed to be the world champ; he had better remember his role, but I suspect Justin York will try to pull some shenanigans, prefaced with the statement, “The boss let me do it!” Fuck that guy.
-As he speaks, Donnie has already completed a lap, back and forth, on the stage, his irritation evident in his gait. His free hand in his pocket, his fist is clenched tightly. His breathing also becomes heavy as his heart rate ramps up.-
)Donnie Harris(
Justin, you’ve been given an opportunity to carry nothing. You have no expectations to perform, except for a pair of women who are not actually thinking about the business. You have no expectation to do well, except to last long enough to please two bitches who have no interest in the people that work for them. You have no expectation to give everyone their all, except to give all you have in those microscopic balls of yours to two fucking sluts whose interest is in their own pleasure, and it has little to nothing to do with the fans’ entertainment. You want to be the villain? Play the villain? Live out the role of the villain? I’m cool with that. I hate being a hero, but I’ll be more than happy to punish you in ways that would make Frank Castle blush.
-Donnie stops, falling into the chair and kicking his feet up and over the arm of the chair.-
)Donnie Harris(
And, if I was going to have some fun with those women, I’d do it for free. I don’t need to be given all these chances and opportunities to be great. I am great, and I’ve proven my worth in every match I’ve been in since my debut in Online Championship Wrestling. I have constantly challenged myself and gone to war; every match is a war and every opportunity to fight is an opportunity to improve, to see where I must improve; to get a chance to learn. I am happy to lose, even if it crushes me emotionally; I am greatly disappointed in myself, Justin, and losses to guys like BRADDOCK and Easton give me the worst feeling of disappointment, but that’s because everything I have, I give. Everything I do, it’s everything I can do. I leave with regrets only because I feel there is something more I could have given, but it also means I know I still have potential.
-He sits back up, looking down in front of him.-
)Donnie Harris(
It means I know I can do better, but I am not better at that moment, in that place in time. That’s my motivation, and that’s why I can lose graciously, like shaking Easton’s hand. He beat me, fair and square, and he deserved it. But, Justin York, your efforts in training your dick are not going to be what gets in my way. Your forays with the boss and her sister will not be what gets the better of me, not this time, and never again. You were lucky, fortunate even, to get where you got with the boss at all. Again, and I can’t stress that enough, your luck, Casino Kid, with Britlyn Baylor will not get the better of me. Sure, our last match, you got her to help, but I will rely on our current champion to keep things focused, to really make sure that you’re good enough to be one of my worthy dance partners. Clyde Newton, I’m calling you out here.
-Donnie looks up, straight ahead, over the stage.-
)Donnie Harris(
You’re champ now, and that’s perfectly fine with me. However, you are in my way after this match. If you call this match fairly, squarely, and down the middle, I will not lay a finger on you past any accidental contact, which, as you know, is always possible. If you wish to retaliate for accidental contact, I will defend myself, and an accident will become something with purpose, and if the boss wants to come in and call a disqualification for it, I expect you to overrule her, as the referee of the match, as she is merely the CEO and not a sports official. Clyde, this win means more to me than it does to you. Win or lose, as well, you will see what I’m capable of, in person and without wearing yourself out. You will get to watch me, live, in-person and right in my face. You will see the one man capable of challenging you at Shockwave, and you won’t have to pay in blood, sweat and tears to learn what I’m going to be doing to you.
-Donnie flashes a smile, before returning to a serious countenance.-
)Donnie Harris(
You’ll get to watch me manhandle, torture and otherwise obliterate Justin York; for all his opportunities, for all his literal and figurative fuckery, I will pay him back for it in ways that he could only imagine. He will be reminded that he is getting into the ring with one of the purest athletes in this company. He will be shown that he is facing one of the greatest fighters in the business at large. I will prove that I am the one who will be facing you, Clyde, and why I am still the #1 contender for the World Heavyweight title, no matter what Justin York has been doing to prove what little worth he has to our employers.
-Donnie gets to his feet, leaning off the edge of the stage, knuckles white around the microphone.-
)Donnie Harris(
Justin, you think you’re going to get far by fucking the, admittedly attractive, boss? You think that getting in, literally, with the boss is going to give you all the opportunities in the world? I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I’d like to see you try even getting it up after I break your fucking back and I’ve forced you into a wheelchair. Your career will be over, your livelihood taken from you, and I will celebrate your defeat by taking the World champion to task at Shockwave. See you later, bitch.
-Donnie drops the mic over the edge of the stage and the spotlight goes black, as does the scene.-
It didn’t help that her sister was also interested with the Casino Kid too; it was a two-pronged attack of getting the rest of the roster fucked over.
But this isn’t about the rest of the roster. Donnie needed to regain himself and regain focus. Donnie needed to reflect back upon his time as a #1 contender for the World Championship. It didn’t matter how many more championship titles Donnie won (even if it was ripping this new Rise Up title that Justin was essentially given), didn’t matter how many more notches to the belt he added; it had to be about focusing on what mattered most, and the special guest referee, Clyde Newton, he had the World title now. The crosshairs would be set squarely on him.
But not quite yet; Donnie needed to remind the powers that be to close their legs and remember the rest of the talent that busts their asses for the sake of the fans.
Does this mean that Donnie is trying to take some of his heat off because he’s trying to be a team player?
Does this mean that Donnie wanted to look out for more than himself, to be more interested in others than in #1?
Anyone who thinks that needs more therapy than he does.
There is only one person that Donnie needs to concern himself with, and that man is Donnie Harris. Everyone else is a roadblock and an obstacle, whether that person was as lowly as Zeus in Online Championship Wrestling or as high-falutin as the Baylors. Especially considering the problems they’re causing by trying to work Justin York into a position of power he has yet to truly earn, a spot that Donnie has fought exceedingly hard for, with both him and against others, Donnie had to remind himself and the world what Justin York is, and that word is LUCKY.
Lucky to be able to do enough work to have the boss disheveled and in need of an IUD, especially.
The merits of talent can be a heavy price to pay, and Donnie can attest to that, and one thing that Donnie would never ever call himself is a victim; the healing will be longer than he would like, but it didn’t mean he would shy away from the effort required of him. It has been no different for him in training, no different during his time in MMA, and it will be no different when he gets into the ring in a week. Justin York needs a reality check; his boyish looks and child’s intellect with body to match isn’t going to help him.
Nevertheless, Donnie needed to get his head on straight. He needed to throw himself into training, put everything back into perspective and continue the only direction he was good at moving:
Forward.-
)Donnie Harris(
There isn’t a day in my life that I don’t regret what I haven’t done; I could have been doing so much more in the moment. This is what drives me to improve when I lose.
-Donnie sits on a chair, on a stage, a single spotlight on him. He leans back in the leather chair, straight out of Inside the Actors’ Studio, microphone in hand. He was in a basic black tracksuit, as he looks like he was on his way to the gym.-
)Donnie Harris(
My losses against BRADDOCK, Easton Alexander, Damien Calaway, Justin York: regardless of the circumstances of that loss, I still lose. It still means I wasn’t at the top of my game. I wasn’t focused on my job; instead, I just did the job. In this life, there are rarely any opportunities to repeat the roll of the dice, but I do, and it’s at a higher level than before. Even with the guest referee being my newest rival in Clyde Newton, the current EPW World Champion, there is still one opponent in this match, and I need to remind myself of this every minute I hit the heavy bag, with every round with the speed bag, with every mile run on the treadmill; Justin York is the one who can harm my chances in getting back to my winning ways.
-Donnie leans forward, shifting in his seat. A glint of sweat can be seen along his hairline, as the former Anarchy champ takes a deep breath.-
)Donnie Harris(
Losing to Easton Alexander, it still affects me. I’ve never felt so close and so far. Not even losing to BRADDOCK had me feeling this way, yet, as BRADDOCK took time off to injury, I carried this place. I took the onus upon myself to perform. I made sure to be infinitely available to our boss, but what did it earn me? Did it even mean anything to Britlyn? No. Instead, a guy like Justin York... no, not just a guy LIKE him but him, actually him... was able to fit his way, no pun intended, into the boss’ good graces and steal a victory from me and force his way, pun intended this time, into a title picture that he doesn’t belong in. Like the build-up says on the card, I need to climb that corporate ladder one rung at a time, because Justin has himself a good handle on the boss, as she has a grip on his handle. Then again, her hands aren’t the biggest so I’m sure he seems huge.
-He sighs again, running his hand over his hair, wiping some of the sweat now on his hand on his pant leg.-
)Donnie Harris(
But, like I said, it is so very rare that one gets a chance to roll the dice a second time, to tempt fate and to get a repeat opportunity. What’s better than that, it’s at a higher level, a bigger stage, a more significant stake; Justin York got to muscle his way into a main event spot that I have earned, win and lose. I am competitive, and I never let up. If there is a booker, they see that I’m not just resting on my laurels. I’m not just taking my time. I’m relentlessly working on improving myself. I have corrected many of my flaws and I’m no longer as green as I was when I started. My talents have ripened and my capabilities in the squared circle are on par with my abilities in a cage. The only difference is that I have actual competition.
-Antsy, Donnie gets to his feet and starts to pace, the spotlight following him.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have people like BRADDOCK and Easton Alexander and SYNN to help me sharpen my skills and make me want to get better, to hone my craft. Now I have Justin York to make me want to win that much more. Now, I’m not saying that the people I’ve faced haven’t made me want to win, but there is a much heavier onus and need for success here. The expectation for me to perform isn’t just weightier on my back from my own pressure, but it’s also the pressure from the corporate side, as Justin York has himself an in, no pun intended, with the office. With Britlyn, I’m fine; it is what it is, but now it’s both sisters. What fucking bullshit is going on now? These politics are a headache, which is why I’m hoping that Clyde Newton keeps this match on an even keel. I’m hoping that this match is allowed to be competitive, no matter what happens. He’s supposed to be the world champ; he had better remember his role, but I suspect Justin York will try to pull some shenanigans, prefaced with the statement, “The boss let me do it!” Fuck that guy.
-As he speaks, Donnie has already completed a lap, back and forth, on the stage, his irritation evident in his gait. His free hand in his pocket, his fist is clenched tightly. His breathing also becomes heavy as his heart rate ramps up.-
)Donnie Harris(
Justin, you’ve been given an opportunity to carry nothing. You have no expectations to perform, except for a pair of women who are not actually thinking about the business. You have no expectation to do well, except to last long enough to please two bitches who have no interest in the people that work for them. You have no expectation to give everyone their all, except to give all you have in those microscopic balls of yours to two fucking sluts whose interest is in their own pleasure, and it has little to nothing to do with the fans’ entertainment. You want to be the villain? Play the villain? Live out the role of the villain? I’m cool with that. I hate being a hero, but I’ll be more than happy to punish you in ways that would make Frank Castle blush.
-Donnie stops, falling into the chair and kicking his feet up and over the arm of the chair.-
)Donnie Harris(
And, if I was going to have some fun with those women, I’d do it for free. I don’t need to be given all these chances and opportunities to be great. I am great, and I’ve proven my worth in every match I’ve been in since my debut in Online Championship Wrestling. I have constantly challenged myself and gone to war; every match is a war and every opportunity to fight is an opportunity to improve, to see where I must improve; to get a chance to learn. I am happy to lose, even if it crushes me emotionally; I am greatly disappointed in myself, Justin, and losses to guys like BRADDOCK and Easton give me the worst feeling of disappointment, but that’s because everything I have, I give. Everything I do, it’s everything I can do. I leave with regrets only because I feel there is something more I could have given, but it also means I know I still have potential.
-He sits back up, looking down in front of him.-
)Donnie Harris(
It means I know I can do better, but I am not better at that moment, in that place in time. That’s my motivation, and that’s why I can lose graciously, like shaking Easton’s hand. He beat me, fair and square, and he deserved it. But, Justin York, your efforts in training your dick are not going to be what gets in my way. Your forays with the boss and her sister will not be what gets the better of me, not this time, and never again. You were lucky, fortunate even, to get where you got with the boss at all. Again, and I can’t stress that enough, your luck, Casino Kid, with Britlyn Baylor will not get the better of me. Sure, our last match, you got her to help, but I will rely on our current champion to keep things focused, to really make sure that you’re good enough to be one of my worthy dance partners. Clyde Newton, I’m calling you out here.
-Donnie looks up, straight ahead, over the stage.-
)Donnie Harris(
You’re champ now, and that’s perfectly fine with me. However, you are in my way after this match. If you call this match fairly, squarely, and down the middle, I will not lay a finger on you past any accidental contact, which, as you know, is always possible. If you wish to retaliate for accidental contact, I will defend myself, and an accident will become something with purpose, and if the boss wants to come in and call a disqualification for it, I expect you to overrule her, as the referee of the match, as she is merely the CEO and not a sports official. Clyde, this win means more to me than it does to you. Win or lose, as well, you will see what I’m capable of, in person and without wearing yourself out. You will get to watch me, live, in-person and right in my face. You will see the one man capable of challenging you at Shockwave, and you won’t have to pay in blood, sweat and tears to learn what I’m going to be doing to you.
-Donnie flashes a smile, before returning to a serious countenance.-
)Donnie Harris(
You’ll get to watch me manhandle, torture and otherwise obliterate Justin York; for all his opportunities, for all his literal and figurative fuckery, I will pay him back for it in ways that he could only imagine. He will be reminded that he is getting into the ring with one of the purest athletes in this company. He will be shown that he is facing one of the greatest fighters in the business at large. I will prove that I am the one who will be facing you, Clyde, and why I am still the #1 contender for the World Heavyweight title, no matter what Justin York has been doing to prove what little worth he has to our employers.
-Donnie gets to his feet, leaning off the edge of the stage, knuckles white around the microphone.-
)Donnie Harris(
Justin, you think you’re going to get far by fucking the, admittedly attractive, boss? You think that getting in, literally, with the boss is going to give you all the opportunities in the world? I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I’d like to see you try even getting it up after I break your fucking back and I’ve forced you into a wheelchair. Your career will be over, your livelihood taken from you, and I will celebrate your defeat by taking the World champion to task at Shockwave. See you later, bitch.
-Donnie drops the mic over the edge of the stage and the spotlight goes black, as does the scene.-