Post by Donnie Harris on Mar 25, 2024 8:10:11 GMT -5
-Two losses in a row already, and both of them were basically under the EPW banner. It was painful to think about, but such is life. He trusted Newton: big mistake. All things considered, the new world champ is probably in Britlyn’s back pocket, just like Justin York. Who knows, honestly.
Donnie needed to get a grip. Donnie needed to get his head out of his own ass and buckle down and knuckle up.
Brutality. No more familiarity.
Not this week though. Not this time around. This time, Donnie had the role of facilitator: an official, a referee, the authority in the ring.
The card’s billing even throws him under the bus: will he be the bigger man? What a joke. After getting screwed over, they still expect Donnie to do the right thing. The people expect Donnie to be a good sport and accept what happened with a grain of salt.
“Be the bigger man, Donnie; you’ll be in the main event picture.”
What have they been smoking? Getting dragged through the mud is no way to enjoy his place on the card. Considering the climb, he has earned his way to the top.
Ironic that the show is taking place in Denver, Colorado. Knowing a little bit about being above sea level to a certain degree, Donnie was there a few days before the show, acclimating to the altitude. Those first few runs outside were agony because of the thinner air, but the rest in between exercises proved the most fruitful, his cardio building back up to what he was used to.
But Donnie let himself slack on the fighting side of things. Instead of putting his fist through the heavy bag, especially with how disappointed and angry he was with himself, he kept up with the cardio, the carbo loading, and he took more time to relax. Donnie has probably had the most sleep he has had in years, and it was weird to feel the weight increase in his own body and still move the way he has been moving, or better, effectively.
The former Anarchy champion... thinking about himself as such stung, but Donnie just wasn’t good enough in that moment. He worried that he was going to lose the Streaming Service title, but something about THAT OCW didn’t matter. EPW felt more like a home than anything.
None of it mattered though, as he got himself cleaned up and headed to the arena. He collected his referee shirt from the EPW staff on-site, dressed only in a pair of black track pants and a plain black t-shirt, wearing a warm coat over it all because of the Denver weather; it was calling for warmer by the time the show was to kick off.
An agent walks over to Donnie as he takes his coat off to try on the shirt, peeling his black t-shirt off his ripped torso.-
(EPW Agent)
Donnie! How are you today?
)Donnie Harris(
Well, it’s hard to say. Couple days until Danger and I’ve been feeling good. I don’t know who else is in town though. I would hope there are more people than just me here, otherwise the matches may play out pretty short.
(EPW Agent)
Oh, you mean the elevation of the city? Well, who knows. How’s the fit?
-Donnie pulls the shirt down his abs, tucking the shirt in cleanly; he does a couple stretches to see how much the shirt moves.-
)Donnie Harris(
Feels alright. I might have to hang onto it if I end up doing this on the side.
(EPW Agent)
Well that’s alright. There’s some space for promo if you want to take advantage of it.
)Donnie Harris(
Probably a good idea. After all, I should show off the new threads too. I might wear exactly what I’m wearing now for the show.
-The agent lets Donnie know what room number the promo space is in, and they trade a fist bump before he heads off.-
-Classic green screen, straight out of the 80’s: Donnie sets himself up in front of it, having chosen his background. He folds his hands and starts to formulate his speech in his mind. On the camera, Donnie stood in front of a simple background, black streaked with red, pacing as he is given the cue to begin.-
)Donnie Harris(
I need to be much pickier about who I give my respect to, don’t I? After all, Clyde Newton made it exceedingly clear that I shouldn’t take stock in the opinion of an official; luckily for me, now I’m in the shoes of said official. Yet it seems that the big question is will Donnie screw someone over, or will Donnie be the bigger man and call it down the middle? Considering the match is Easton Alexander, the one who beat me for the Anarchy title, vs. Clyde Newton, my next victim and current world champion, I can truly understand why that question is being posed. But I’m in the zebra print in a couple days.
-Donnie stops pacing and stands in line with the camera, eye to lens.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t get my choice for who can win. Honestly, I want to play my role as requested. As I have said, actually like I said last week, I won’t lay hands on them unless they want to lay hands on me or if I’m breaking something up, like a blatant choke or anything like that. I don’t care if it’s either man; I know they know I will lay them out if they try to get... funny with me.
-Donnie places his hands on his hips, starting to pace again.-
)Donnie Harris(
I feel like a lion in a cage: unable to do anything but watch everything happen in front of me. I can feel every sinew, every muscle fiber, every nerve firing, but I can’t act on it. It’s like I’m losing my mind. I want to pounce on the first person to try anything stupid with me in there, as soon as it happens. I just feel restrained, and it’s driving me insane. And that's where we'll be: in a cage. No escape except by pinfall or submission, and I'll just watch you both work: a lion observing his prey.
-Donnie pauses and looks at the camera smiling.-
)Donnie Harris(
So please, Clyde, Easton. Try breaking the rules. Try fucking with me. Like everyone says nowadays, fuck around and find out. Give me a reason to rip this shirt off my body and get back into the swing of things. If I need to, I will make you both tap and call it a draw, at which point I will have my fun. Until then, boys, I’ll see you in a couple days. And, as for SYNN, I’ll put you in your place too; try me.
-Donnie walks out of the frame and the scene cuts to black.-
Donnie needed to get a grip. Donnie needed to get his head out of his own ass and buckle down and knuckle up.
Brutality. No more familiarity.
Not this week though. Not this time around. This time, Donnie had the role of facilitator: an official, a referee, the authority in the ring.
The card’s billing even throws him under the bus: will he be the bigger man? What a joke. After getting screwed over, they still expect Donnie to do the right thing. The people expect Donnie to be a good sport and accept what happened with a grain of salt.
“Be the bigger man, Donnie; you’ll be in the main event picture.”
What have they been smoking? Getting dragged through the mud is no way to enjoy his place on the card. Considering the climb, he has earned his way to the top.
Ironic that the show is taking place in Denver, Colorado. Knowing a little bit about being above sea level to a certain degree, Donnie was there a few days before the show, acclimating to the altitude. Those first few runs outside were agony because of the thinner air, but the rest in between exercises proved the most fruitful, his cardio building back up to what he was used to.
But Donnie let himself slack on the fighting side of things. Instead of putting his fist through the heavy bag, especially with how disappointed and angry he was with himself, he kept up with the cardio, the carbo loading, and he took more time to relax. Donnie has probably had the most sleep he has had in years, and it was weird to feel the weight increase in his own body and still move the way he has been moving, or better, effectively.
The former Anarchy champion... thinking about himself as such stung, but Donnie just wasn’t good enough in that moment. He worried that he was going to lose the Streaming Service title, but something about THAT OCW didn’t matter. EPW felt more like a home than anything.
None of it mattered though, as he got himself cleaned up and headed to the arena. He collected his referee shirt from the EPW staff on-site, dressed only in a pair of black track pants and a plain black t-shirt, wearing a warm coat over it all because of the Denver weather; it was calling for warmer by the time the show was to kick off.
An agent walks over to Donnie as he takes his coat off to try on the shirt, peeling his black t-shirt off his ripped torso.-
(EPW Agent)
Donnie! How are you today?
)Donnie Harris(
Well, it’s hard to say. Couple days until Danger and I’ve been feeling good. I don’t know who else is in town though. I would hope there are more people than just me here, otherwise the matches may play out pretty short.
(EPW Agent)
Oh, you mean the elevation of the city? Well, who knows. How’s the fit?
-Donnie pulls the shirt down his abs, tucking the shirt in cleanly; he does a couple stretches to see how much the shirt moves.-
)Donnie Harris(
Feels alright. I might have to hang onto it if I end up doing this on the side.
(EPW Agent)
Well that’s alright. There’s some space for promo if you want to take advantage of it.
)Donnie Harris(
Probably a good idea. After all, I should show off the new threads too. I might wear exactly what I’m wearing now for the show.
-The agent lets Donnie know what room number the promo space is in, and they trade a fist bump before he heads off.-
-Classic green screen, straight out of the 80’s: Donnie sets himself up in front of it, having chosen his background. He folds his hands and starts to formulate his speech in his mind. On the camera, Donnie stood in front of a simple background, black streaked with red, pacing as he is given the cue to begin.-
)Donnie Harris(
I need to be much pickier about who I give my respect to, don’t I? After all, Clyde Newton made it exceedingly clear that I shouldn’t take stock in the opinion of an official; luckily for me, now I’m in the shoes of said official. Yet it seems that the big question is will Donnie screw someone over, or will Donnie be the bigger man and call it down the middle? Considering the match is Easton Alexander, the one who beat me for the Anarchy title, vs. Clyde Newton, my next victim and current world champion, I can truly understand why that question is being posed. But I’m in the zebra print in a couple days.
-Donnie stops pacing and stands in line with the camera, eye to lens.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t get my choice for who can win. Honestly, I want to play my role as requested. As I have said, actually like I said last week, I won’t lay hands on them unless they want to lay hands on me or if I’m breaking something up, like a blatant choke or anything like that. I don’t care if it’s either man; I know they know I will lay them out if they try to get... funny with me.
-Donnie places his hands on his hips, starting to pace again.-
)Donnie Harris(
I feel like a lion in a cage: unable to do anything but watch everything happen in front of me. I can feel every sinew, every muscle fiber, every nerve firing, but I can’t act on it. It’s like I’m losing my mind. I want to pounce on the first person to try anything stupid with me in there, as soon as it happens. I just feel restrained, and it’s driving me insane. And that's where we'll be: in a cage. No escape except by pinfall or submission, and I'll just watch you both work: a lion observing his prey.
-Donnie pauses and looks at the camera smiling.-
)Donnie Harris(
So please, Clyde, Easton. Try breaking the rules. Try fucking with me. Like everyone says nowadays, fuck around and find out. Give me a reason to rip this shirt off my body and get back into the swing of things. If I need to, I will make you both tap and call it a draw, at which point I will have my fun. Until then, boys, I’ll see you in a couple days. And, as for SYNN, I’ll put you in your place too; try me.
-Donnie walks out of the frame and the scene cuts to black.-