Post by Alexandra Calaway on Sept 18, 2024 19:01:10 GMT -5
OOC: This was a joint collab between Harris and I. 3500 words according to Google Docs. Enjoy!
Karmic Cycles
The Plaza Hotel
New York City, New York
Alexandra Calaway leans against the window of her luxurious hotel suite, gazing out at the New York City skyline. The lights of the city are vibrant, but her thoughts are heavy. The phone is pressed to her ear, her free hand absently fiddling with the drawstrings of her hoodie. She paces slowly, her mind racing. On the other end is Mika, her close friend and confidant. Alexandra sighs, her voice heavy with frustration.
"I don’t know, Mika... How am I supposed to trust someone like him after everything that’s happened?"
Mika's voice comes through, faint but supportive. "Well, he attacked you last week, and you attacked him first... it's not exactly a foundation for trust. But in the ring? Sometimes you gotta play the hand you’re dealt."
Alexandra looks out the window. She tries to focus on the situation at hand.
"I know. It’s just... with Donnie, it feels like there’s always something simmering under the surface. The guy blindsided me, took me down without a second thought. I did the same to him, but you know me—I fight because I have to, not just because I want to hurt someone. Donnie... I don’t know what drives him."
She rubs her forehead, the flickering lights of the city below reflecting in her eyes. She hears Mika shuffling some papers around. "Do you think he’ll try something again?"
Alexandra took a deep breath. "Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised. But here’s the thing—if I don’t work with him in this match, we lose. I have to trust him enough to make it work, or I might as well kiss that win goodbye."
Mika pauses, considering her words. "Sounds like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place."
Alexandra nods her thoughts heavy at the moment.
"Yeah, and it’s not like I’m scared of Donnie. Hell, I’ll take him down again if it comes to it. But in a tag team match? You can’t win if your partner is trying to stab you in the back the whole time." She walks over to the plush chair by the window, dropping into it with a huff. "Trust is the last thing I feel with him right now. But I don’t have a choice. If I want that win, I need to figure out how to make this work. Maybe we can keep it professional, leave the rest of our crap outside the ring... I just—" she pauses, her voice softens. "I hate feeling like I’m walking into a trap."
Mika obviously knows Alexandra better than most people do. And this was unlike her, the doubt in her tag team partner, but given the situation, it was completely understandable.
"Just keep your guard up. Trust him enough to get through the match, but don’t forget who you're dealing with."
Alexandra nodded her head, though Mika wouldn’t know that. "Oh, I won’t forget. I’ll be watching him like a hawk. If he even thinks about pulling something, I’ll be ready. But man, it’s gonna be a long night if I can’t shake this feeling." She glances at her reflection in the window, her own eyes staring back with determination. "I’ll figure it out. I always do."
The call ends, but Alexandra stays seated, staring out at the skyline. She knows what she has to do, but the unease lingers. Her next battle isn't just with her opponents—it’s with her own instincts. She knew she needed to find Donnie Harris, they needed to talk, the question was, would they actually be able to carry on a decent conversation without fighting. She didn’t trust him and she knew that he wouldn’t trust her either. It just took one quick call right? That’s all she had to do. She had his number within a few minutes and was shooting him a quick text message asking him to meet her at Central Park, somewhere the two of them could talk without having to worry about an attack from either side.
“Meet me in Central Park, Bethesda fountain.. 2pm. Don’t be late.”
Alexandra stepped out of the cab, her gaze immediately drawn to the iconic Bethesda Fountain in the distance. The soft spray of water from the Angel of the Waters statue shimmered in the late afternoon sun, offering a serene contrast to the usual rush of the city behind her. She adjusted her bag, took a deep breath, and walked toward the fountain, the rhythm of her boots matching the gentle hum of voices and distant traffic. As she approached, she couldn’t help but pause at the top of the wide stone steps, taking in the scene below. The fountain stood proudly at the center of the open plaza, its surrounding water reflecting the soft glow of the sun. People sat along the edge of the fountain, some talking, others watching the small boats drifting lazily across the lake nearby.
Descending the steps, Alexandra let the peacefulness of the place envelop her. The faint scent of the water mixed with the earthy fragrance of fallen leaves, a perfect reminder that autumn was just beginning. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, their laughter light and carefree. A street performer played a soft tune on a violin, adding a soothing melody to the natural ambiance of the park. She made her way past the fountain and along the paved path that skirted the lake. The trees, their leaves tinged with yellow and orange, arched over her, forming a canopy that softened the city’s edges. Alexandra felt the stress of the city melt away as she continued her walk. She glanced back at the fountain one last time, grateful for the sense of calm it offered, and ventured deeper into Central Park, the noise of Manhattan fading further behind her with each step.amidst the calm and the quiet, she could finally breathe. Time seemed to slow, and Alexandra let herself get lost in the beauty and simplicity of this urban sanctuary.
“Donnie Harris..”
-Pulling into New York City, passenger Brooke Hernandez in tow, Donnie Harris received an address for where he was going to be essentially living leading up to Danger, before shuttling himself off to Boston for And Justice For Brawl. As reigning EPW World Champion, Donnie had his expectations, had his duty to the company; had to deal with someone who could give it as good as she took it.
Alexandra Calaway: former Anarchy champion, and the reason why Donnie got the opportunity to be a champion for the first time, even before the Outsiders’ Streaming Service title was in his possession.
His anxiety was firing off with hot concern. This woman wanted to play some really hard ball, and she was tough, if being able to move after having one’s head bounced off a steel dumpster with what amounted to heavy-soled, steel-toed hiking boots can say anything. She did attack him first, making her comeback and all, making her presence known by getting in Donnie’s way against JMONT, who had called the EPW Champion out a few times, even before Donnie was world champ, before Donnie took on the moniker “The Eliminator”. They would have their time in the sun again, but that would have to wait.
First thing’s first: quelling the rebellion, no pun intended, caused by the upstart winner of Britlyn’s #1 contender tournament; whether it was Morbid Wolf or Stevie Satisfaction, Donnie would be watching closely, very closely indeed; as a fighting champion, he needed to prepare, no matter who stood opposite in the ring from.
And Donnie already felt woefully under-prepared, having only gone for a few miles’ worth of running per day during his cross-country tour from Malibu, California to New York City. The exercise was still well worth it, given that his cardio needed to be at its peak, with the varying amount of calories in mind.
It is what it is, and Donnie was going to make due with what he had.
It was the same day that Donnie got settled into his AirBNB, courtesy of Robbyn Helmsley, full-time wrestler and part-time nudist, that he got the text from an unexpected but obvious number.-
)Alexandra Calaway(
Meet me in Central Park, Bethesda fountain.. 2pm. Don’t be late.
-The tone and grammar made it clear who it was, considering that there was no one else that would need to meet with Donnie in New York, other than his manager, Ruby, but he already gave her the night off, so she and Robbyn could enjoy the MSG show as date night; it was also the big reason why Robbyn insisted on the AirBNB.-
)Donnie Harris(
Alright, I’ll be there. You know I won’t be late.
-Donnie was, of course, worried and apprehensive. After all, this woman, as strong and beautiful as she is, was his enemy; this had transcended simple rivalry, and that happened the minute he drew true first blood, hoisted her up, tasted her blood; the thought of it thrilled him to do it again. The only difference was that, eventually because he didn’t know when, he would be able to do it with his bare hands, bringing a new level of chaos between the two former Anarchy champions.
But, when it came to chaos, Donnie was looking forward to tasting a little bit of revenge. When he received notice of the card’s release from the head office, he smiled. He smiled a sadistic, sickening smile, all because of the name that was across from his and Ally’s: one Je$TyR SeRyOuS.
The two men in the intergender tag match have history, once facing each other in the Asylum cage match and the next as a team as they faced Davenport and the VDoP. Donnie had a loss, albeit obscured by the interference of VDoP, to avenge, as they already had a chance to avenge the beatdown they received in the six-person tag match the go-home show before Donnie’s World Title win at Revival.
Would Alexandra pull her weight? Oh, highly likely, if their interaction on Twitter was any indication; he felt bad for Joli Vexx, the boss’ sister. No thanks to Davenport or Elliot or whatever he wanted to call himself, she was now under Je$TyR’s employment, and she would have to be in the ring with three professionals, all three of them about what could be seen as hardcore style. It was very possible that she would get hurt. The very involvement of Je$TyR would make it a problem for her, because both Donnie and Ally knew that they couldn’t afford to hold back. They wouldn’t be able to hold back. That’s how much of a threat the clown is.
Donnie made his way through Central Park, walking along the grass in a pair of sandals, as the manicured blades rubbed against the sides of his feet. He knew that he had to measure his words, be careful with his posture; be wary of hers. His eyes would be on her, watching every muscle twitch, every look, every glance, every change of stance and posture from Ally, to make sure he was able to defend himself if she wanted to try to be tricky.
Either way, he would be ready for her, whatever was to come from her. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to be the aggressor, so he was prepared to do what was necessary, even if it meant that he was going to need to be escorted out of the city park in handcuffs.
It was five minutes to 2:00pm, as Donnie approached Bethesda Fountain, a broad terrace with many people walking around. The fountain itself was a nice statue and water feature. The reverie and appreciation of art was broken by the sound of a very particular voice.-
)Alexandra Calaway(
Donnie Harris...
-Turning, within a few feet of each other, Donnie’s eyes lock onto Ally’s. His body and shoulders square up to her, and it is as if the rest of the crowd disappears around them.-
)Donnie Harris(
Told you that I’d be on time.
“That’s a shock. Look, I don’t trust you, you don’t trust me, but we have to work together, or this will never work.” Alexandra kept her eyes on his.
Donnie’s body doesn’t budge, his stance loose but coiled: a snake ready to strike if provoked. He kept his shoulders relaxed, his arms hanging at his sides, but his feet were firmly planted.
“I do trust you, actually,” he says, “because I know you’re capable of taking care of business. I wouldn’t have lost to JMONT if you hadn’t taken care of your business. Otherwise, yes, I agree. We need to unify, or Je$TyR beats us handily.”
She looked at him, her hands are at her sides and she doesn't make a move. “Je$TyR is going to bring everything he’s got, so will Jolie. I’m sure she’s still sore over me, making Davenport look like a little bitch.”
Donnie shakes his head, smiling. “I’m pretty sure we all made him look like a bitch; it’s not the most difficult thing in the world to do.”
The commentary felt a little forced, and Donnie was not as relaxed as he would’ve liked. He tried to play it off as such, just paying attention to her at this point.
“So what do you suggest, Donnie? You know Je$TyR better than I do. Do you want to focus on him and I deal with Jolie?”
Donnie crosses his arms in front of him, approaching Alexandra slowly. The tension was building, but what sort of tension, even he wasn’t sure. From within a few feet of each other, he now stood a few inches from her, in her bubble, looking down at her, only due to the height difference. His eyes hadn’t moved from hers, his breathing still calm and measured.
“We focus on not making any careless or stupid mistakes,” he says, as matter-of-factly as he could. “This isn’t going to be a simple match, especially with Britlyn breathing down our necks about keeping her sister safe. If we’re lucky, Jolie will stay out of the damn way, but then again, there’s her contract to Je$TyR, so we can’t be sure what she’ll do. Either way, we can’t afford to be ignorant of either opponent.”
“We can try, but if she’s contracted to Je$TyR, there’s no real promise that can be made. We can’t be sure that they won’t try something underhanded. So it’s in our best interest to be prepared for any outcome.” She noticed he was within her bubble now, looking down at her. She brought her arms up across her chest, her eyes on his. “I know what Jolie is like, she’s not going to just let us win. I can tell you that.”
“Then we need to focus on what we do,” he says, extending his index finger to point at them both, “to work as a team, otherwise it’s going to be a waste of time to be going to war the way we are too, because it’ll just be two brutes bashing our heads together, and that’s not fun.”
“So for now, we need to put our feud with each other on the backburner and show that we can be a cohesive team. What I need from you is that agreement.” She offered a hand to him, seeing if he would in fact shake it; he took her hand in a simple handshake grip, immediately bringing it up in that reverse grip, making it so they were practically chest to chest. Donnie leans in tight, breathing in her scent as he speaks into her ear.
“As long as you have my back,” he says with a light growl, “I have yours. I’ve tasted your blood; I have your scent. You betray me; I end you. I am never going to turn my back on my partner, as long as I’m taken care of by my partner right back.”
“I don’t betray my partners, not with something like this at stake. I can put aside our battle for now. But know this, just as you will do, so will I.” She nodded her head, knowing they were on the same page. The two went their separate ways, knowing they could say more tonight at the house show.
EPW Houseshow
Madison Square Garden
New York City
Alexandra had just had a match when she asked for a microphone and then brought it to her lips.
“At this time I’d like to ask my tag team partner for this week's Danger to come out here because we met earlier today and there’s a few things we would like to say before we face off against Je$TyR and Jolie. So Donnie..”
Donnie made his way out to the ring and Alexandra handed him another microphone, before gesturing for him to start. He tosses the mic into the air, flipping it and catching it without so much as a glance as he thinks of a launching point for his monologue.
“Je$TyR,” he starts, taking a deep breath, “we have had our share, haven’t we? We faced each other in that damnable Asylum match, where you eked out a win in the midst of the chaos that came after us. Then, in the very next show, we got to lay down the law, with SYNN in our corner and the likes of Davenport, BRADDOCK and Chevelle in front of us. You got to see me a little bit better than in that Asylum, I’m sure, with my themed face paint and pre-match mask, watching me put the hurting on three very weak-willed and undeserving individuals. After all, and after our match, there has been no true sign of either man until the Danger gone by, where Davenport ate canvas and lost his title, and deservedly so.”
Donnie starts to pace, raising his free hand and clenching a tight fist; the microphone catches his knuckles cracking like Rice Krispies. “But you deserve your beatdown too, don’t you, clown?” the Eliminator growls. “It’s your turn to see what I can do. Yes, you became the last man to beat me before I became world champion, with JMONT becoming the next man to beat me after becoming world champion, however neither of you can say you beat me clean, can you? J had this bitch’s help.”
The EPW World Champion gestures towards Ally, the cheers and boos blending together in cacophony, which Donnie lets linger before taking control back. Alexandra nods and shrugs a bit.
“And you had the distraction from those bastards, BRADDOCK and Chevelle, to lean back on,” he continues, walking over to the ropes, leaning in towards the fans. “I don’t know about you people, but, however you see me, good or bad, I think it’s time to work on being us, being Outcasts again, being what started this damn brand to begin with. It began with Donnie Harris; it began with Alexandra fucking Calaway; it began with us because we are what makes this company, whether OCW Blue Brand or EPW, strong, powerful; dominant. We are the power couple. We are the dominant force. These WGWF guys need to get out of the fucking way and let the Outcasts be the in-crowd.”
Donnie stops and smiles as the fans cheer, turning to look over his shoulder towards Ally. “Got anything to add, bitch?” he snarkily asks. Alexandra raises the microphone she’s holding back to her lips, shaking her head.
“Jolie, we made a deal to keep you safe. But we both know that’s not always possible. I can’t assure that and anyone who believes that we can is full of shit. You see, the one thing in this industry is the outcome is never assured. And Je$TyR while you think you only have Donnie to worry about, that’s not the case. You see, I want just as badly to prove that I’m still the top bitch here. It doesn’t matter if it’s you, Jolie, or this bastard here.” She thumbs at Harris.
The EPW crowd goes wild and cheers for them, but there’s also another mixture of boos. She shakes them off and looks over at Donnie before continuing. She holds her hand up and the arena starts going quiet for a moment.
“If kicking in either of your heads, means that we walk out on top. Then there’s two less people in our way, consider it done.” She pauses, moving around the ring a little bit. “It’s come to my attention that some people seem to think that Donnie and I can’t put aside our own issues to do what needs to be done. Therein lies the problem, while Donnie and I may be violent and relentless, we are still professionals. And that’s exactly what we intend on doing. Our job.”
She took a deep breath, motioning back to Donnie.
“And we enjoy our job,” he says.
Karmic Cycles
The Plaza Hotel
New York City, New York
Alexandra Calaway leans against the window of her luxurious hotel suite, gazing out at the New York City skyline. The lights of the city are vibrant, but her thoughts are heavy. The phone is pressed to her ear, her free hand absently fiddling with the drawstrings of her hoodie. She paces slowly, her mind racing. On the other end is Mika, her close friend and confidant. Alexandra sighs, her voice heavy with frustration.
"I don’t know, Mika... How am I supposed to trust someone like him after everything that’s happened?"
Mika's voice comes through, faint but supportive. "Well, he attacked you last week, and you attacked him first... it's not exactly a foundation for trust. But in the ring? Sometimes you gotta play the hand you’re dealt."
Alexandra looks out the window. She tries to focus on the situation at hand.
"I know. It’s just... with Donnie, it feels like there’s always something simmering under the surface. The guy blindsided me, took me down without a second thought. I did the same to him, but you know me—I fight because I have to, not just because I want to hurt someone. Donnie... I don’t know what drives him."
She rubs her forehead, the flickering lights of the city below reflecting in her eyes. She hears Mika shuffling some papers around. "Do you think he’ll try something again?"
Alexandra took a deep breath. "Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised. But here’s the thing—if I don’t work with him in this match, we lose. I have to trust him enough to make it work, or I might as well kiss that win goodbye."
Mika pauses, considering her words. "Sounds like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place."
Alexandra nods her thoughts heavy at the moment.
"Yeah, and it’s not like I’m scared of Donnie. Hell, I’ll take him down again if it comes to it. But in a tag team match? You can’t win if your partner is trying to stab you in the back the whole time." She walks over to the plush chair by the window, dropping into it with a huff. "Trust is the last thing I feel with him right now. But I don’t have a choice. If I want that win, I need to figure out how to make this work. Maybe we can keep it professional, leave the rest of our crap outside the ring... I just—" she pauses, her voice softens. "I hate feeling like I’m walking into a trap."
Mika obviously knows Alexandra better than most people do. And this was unlike her, the doubt in her tag team partner, but given the situation, it was completely understandable.
"Just keep your guard up. Trust him enough to get through the match, but don’t forget who you're dealing with."
Alexandra nodded her head, though Mika wouldn’t know that. "Oh, I won’t forget. I’ll be watching him like a hawk. If he even thinks about pulling something, I’ll be ready. But man, it’s gonna be a long night if I can’t shake this feeling." She glances at her reflection in the window, her own eyes staring back with determination. "I’ll figure it out. I always do."
The call ends, but Alexandra stays seated, staring out at the skyline. She knows what she has to do, but the unease lingers. Her next battle isn't just with her opponents—it’s with her own instincts. She knew she needed to find Donnie Harris, they needed to talk, the question was, would they actually be able to carry on a decent conversation without fighting. She didn’t trust him and she knew that he wouldn’t trust her either. It just took one quick call right? That’s all she had to do. She had his number within a few minutes and was shooting him a quick text message asking him to meet her at Central Park, somewhere the two of them could talk without having to worry about an attack from either side.
“Meet me in Central Park, Bethesda fountain.. 2pm. Don’t be late.”
Alexandra stepped out of the cab, her gaze immediately drawn to the iconic Bethesda Fountain in the distance. The soft spray of water from the Angel of the Waters statue shimmered in the late afternoon sun, offering a serene contrast to the usual rush of the city behind her. She adjusted her bag, took a deep breath, and walked toward the fountain, the rhythm of her boots matching the gentle hum of voices and distant traffic. As she approached, she couldn’t help but pause at the top of the wide stone steps, taking in the scene below. The fountain stood proudly at the center of the open plaza, its surrounding water reflecting the soft glow of the sun. People sat along the edge of the fountain, some talking, others watching the small boats drifting lazily across the lake nearby.
Descending the steps, Alexandra let the peacefulness of the place envelop her. The faint scent of the water mixed with the earthy fragrance of fallen leaves, a perfect reminder that autumn was just beginning. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, their laughter light and carefree. A street performer played a soft tune on a violin, adding a soothing melody to the natural ambiance of the park. She made her way past the fountain and along the paved path that skirted the lake. The trees, their leaves tinged with yellow and orange, arched over her, forming a canopy that softened the city’s edges. Alexandra felt the stress of the city melt away as she continued her walk. She glanced back at the fountain one last time, grateful for the sense of calm it offered, and ventured deeper into Central Park, the noise of Manhattan fading further behind her with each step.amidst the calm and the quiet, she could finally breathe. Time seemed to slow, and Alexandra let herself get lost in the beauty and simplicity of this urban sanctuary.
“Donnie Harris..”
-Pulling into New York City, passenger Brooke Hernandez in tow, Donnie Harris received an address for where he was going to be essentially living leading up to Danger, before shuttling himself off to Boston for And Justice For Brawl. As reigning EPW World Champion, Donnie had his expectations, had his duty to the company; had to deal with someone who could give it as good as she took it.
Alexandra Calaway: former Anarchy champion, and the reason why Donnie got the opportunity to be a champion for the first time, even before the Outsiders’ Streaming Service title was in his possession.
His anxiety was firing off with hot concern. This woman wanted to play some really hard ball, and she was tough, if being able to move after having one’s head bounced off a steel dumpster with what amounted to heavy-soled, steel-toed hiking boots can say anything. She did attack him first, making her comeback and all, making her presence known by getting in Donnie’s way against JMONT, who had called the EPW Champion out a few times, even before Donnie was world champ, before Donnie took on the moniker “The Eliminator”. They would have their time in the sun again, but that would have to wait.
First thing’s first: quelling the rebellion, no pun intended, caused by the upstart winner of Britlyn’s #1 contender tournament; whether it was Morbid Wolf or Stevie Satisfaction, Donnie would be watching closely, very closely indeed; as a fighting champion, he needed to prepare, no matter who stood opposite in the ring from.
And Donnie already felt woefully under-prepared, having only gone for a few miles’ worth of running per day during his cross-country tour from Malibu, California to New York City. The exercise was still well worth it, given that his cardio needed to be at its peak, with the varying amount of calories in mind.
It is what it is, and Donnie was going to make due with what he had.
It was the same day that Donnie got settled into his AirBNB, courtesy of Robbyn Helmsley, full-time wrestler and part-time nudist, that he got the text from an unexpected but obvious number.-
)Alexandra Calaway(
Meet me in Central Park, Bethesda fountain.. 2pm. Don’t be late.
-The tone and grammar made it clear who it was, considering that there was no one else that would need to meet with Donnie in New York, other than his manager, Ruby, but he already gave her the night off, so she and Robbyn could enjoy the MSG show as date night; it was also the big reason why Robbyn insisted on the AirBNB.-
)Donnie Harris(
Alright, I’ll be there. You know I won’t be late.
-Donnie was, of course, worried and apprehensive. After all, this woman, as strong and beautiful as she is, was his enemy; this had transcended simple rivalry, and that happened the minute he drew true first blood, hoisted her up, tasted her blood; the thought of it thrilled him to do it again. The only difference was that, eventually because he didn’t know when, he would be able to do it with his bare hands, bringing a new level of chaos between the two former Anarchy champions.
But, when it came to chaos, Donnie was looking forward to tasting a little bit of revenge. When he received notice of the card’s release from the head office, he smiled. He smiled a sadistic, sickening smile, all because of the name that was across from his and Ally’s: one Je$TyR SeRyOuS.
The two men in the intergender tag match have history, once facing each other in the Asylum cage match and the next as a team as they faced Davenport and the VDoP. Donnie had a loss, albeit obscured by the interference of VDoP, to avenge, as they already had a chance to avenge the beatdown they received in the six-person tag match the go-home show before Donnie’s World Title win at Revival.
Would Alexandra pull her weight? Oh, highly likely, if their interaction on Twitter was any indication; he felt bad for Joli Vexx, the boss’ sister. No thanks to Davenport or Elliot or whatever he wanted to call himself, she was now under Je$TyR’s employment, and she would have to be in the ring with three professionals, all three of them about what could be seen as hardcore style. It was very possible that she would get hurt. The very involvement of Je$TyR would make it a problem for her, because both Donnie and Ally knew that they couldn’t afford to hold back. They wouldn’t be able to hold back. That’s how much of a threat the clown is.
Donnie made his way through Central Park, walking along the grass in a pair of sandals, as the manicured blades rubbed against the sides of his feet. He knew that he had to measure his words, be careful with his posture; be wary of hers. His eyes would be on her, watching every muscle twitch, every look, every glance, every change of stance and posture from Ally, to make sure he was able to defend himself if she wanted to try to be tricky.
Either way, he would be ready for her, whatever was to come from her. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to be the aggressor, so he was prepared to do what was necessary, even if it meant that he was going to need to be escorted out of the city park in handcuffs.
It was five minutes to 2:00pm, as Donnie approached Bethesda Fountain, a broad terrace with many people walking around. The fountain itself was a nice statue and water feature. The reverie and appreciation of art was broken by the sound of a very particular voice.-
)Alexandra Calaway(
Donnie Harris...
-Turning, within a few feet of each other, Donnie’s eyes lock onto Ally’s. His body and shoulders square up to her, and it is as if the rest of the crowd disappears around them.-
)Donnie Harris(
Told you that I’d be on time.
“That’s a shock. Look, I don’t trust you, you don’t trust me, but we have to work together, or this will never work.” Alexandra kept her eyes on his.
Donnie’s body doesn’t budge, his stance loose but coiled: a snake ready to strike if provoked. He kept his shoulders relaxed, his arms hanging at his sides, but his feet were firmly planted.
“I do trust you, actually,” he says, “because I know you’re capable of taking care of business. I wouldn’t have lost to JMONT if you hadn’t taken care of your business. Otherwise, yes, I agree. We need to unify, or Je$TyR beats us handily.”
She looked at him, her hands are at her sides and she doesn't make a move. “Je$TyR is going to bring everything he’s got, so will Jolie. I’m sure she’s still sore over me, making Davenport look like a little bitch.”
Donnie shakes his head, smiling. “I’m pretty sure we all made him look like a bitch; it’s not the most difficult thing in the world to do.”
The commentary felt a little forced, and Donnie was not as relaxed as he would’ve liked. He tried to play it off as such, just paying attention to her at this point.
“So what do you suggest, Donnie? You know Je$TyR better than I do. Do you want to focus on him and I deal with Jolie?”
Donnie crosses his arms in front of him, approaching Alexandra slowly. The tension was building, but what sort of tension, even he wasn’t sure. From within a few feet of each other, he now stood a few inches from her, in her bubble, looking down at her, only due to the height difference. His eyes hadn’t moved from hers, his breathing still calm and measured.
“We focus on not making any careless or stupid mistakes,” he says, as matter-of-factly as he could. “This isn’t going to be a simple match, especially with Britlyn breathing down our necks about keeping her sister safe. If we’re lucky, Jolie will stay out of the damn way, but then again, there’s her contract to Je$TyR, so we can’t be sure what she’ll do. Either way, we can’t afford to be ignorant of either opponent.”
“We can try, but if she’s contracted to Je$TyR, there’s no real promise that can be made. We can’t be sure that they won’t try something underhanded. So it’s in our best interest to be prepared for any outcome.” She noticed he was within her bubble now, looking down at her. She brought her arms up across her chest, her eyes on his. “I know what Jolie is like, she’s not going to just let us win. I can tell you that.”
“Then we need to focus on what we do,” he says, extending his index finger to point at them both, “to work as a team, otherwise it’s going to be a waste of time to be going to war the way we are too, because it’ll just be two brutes bashing our heads together, and that’s not fun.”
“So for now, we need to put our feud with each other on the backburner and show that we can be a cohesive team. What I need from you is that agreement.” She offered a hand to him, seeing if he would in fact shake it; he took her hand in a simple handshake grip, immediately bringing it up in that reverse grip, making it so they were practically chest to chest. Donnie leans in tight, breathing in her scent as he speaks into her ear.
“As long as you have my back,” he says with a light growl, “I have yours. I’ve tasted your blood; I have your scent. You betray me; I end you. I am never going to turn my back on my partner, as long as I’m taken care of by my partner right back.”
“I don’t betray my partners, not with something like this at stake. I can put aside our battle for now. But know this, just as you will do, so will I.” She nodded her head, knowing they were on the same page. The two went their separate ways, knowing they could say more tonight at the house show.
EPW Houseshow
Madison Square Garden
New York City
Alexandra had just had a match when she asked for a microphone and then brought it to her lips.
“At this time I’d like to ask my tag team partner for this week's Danger to come out here because we met earlier today and there’s a few things we would like to say before we face off against Je$TyR and Jolie. So Donnie..”
Donnie made his way out to the ring and Alexandra handed him another microphone, before gesturing for him to start. He tosses the mic into the air, flipping it and catching it without so much as a glance as he thinks of a launching point for his monologue.
“Je$TyR,” he starts, taking a deep breath, “we have had our share, haven’t we? We faced each other in that damnable Asylum match, where you eked out a win in the midst of the chaos that came after us. Then, in the very next show, we got to lay down the law, with SYNN in our corner and the likes of Davenport, BRADDOCK and Chevelle in front of us. You got to see me a little bit better than in that Asylum, I’m sure, with my themed face paint and pre-match mask, watching me put the hurting on three very weak-willed and undeserving individuals. After all, and after our match, there has been no true sign of either man until the Danger gone by, where Davenport ate canvas and lost his title, and deservedly so.”
Donnie starts to pace, raising his free hand and clenching a tight fist; the microphone catches his knuckles cracking like Rice Krispies. “But you deserve your beatdown too, don’t you, clown?” the Eliminator growls. “It’s your turn to see what I can do. Yes, you became the last man to beat me before I became world champion, with JMONT becoming the next man to beat me after becoming world champion, however neither of you can say you beat me clean, can you? J had this bitch’s help.”
The EPW World Champion gestures towards Ally, the cheers and boos blending together in cacophony, which Donnie lets linger before taking control back. Alexandra nods and shrugs a bit.
“And you had the distraction from those bastards, BRADDOCK and Chevelle, to lean back on,” he continues, walking over to the ropes, leaning in towards the fans. “I don’t know about you people, but, however you see me, good or bad, I think it’s time to work on being us, being Outcasts again, being what started this damn brand to begin with. It began with Donnie Harris; it began with Alexandra fucking Calaway; it began with us because we are what makes this company, whether OCW Blue Brand or EPW, strong, powerful; dominant. We are the power couple. We are the dominant force. These WGWF guys need to get out of the fucking way and let the Outcasts be the in-crowd.”
Donnie stops and smiles as the fans cheer, turning to look over his shoulder towards Ally. “Got anything to add, bitch?” he snarkily asks. Alexandra raises the microphone she’s holding back to her lips, shaking her head.
“Jolie, we made a deal to keep you safe. But we both know that’s not always possible. I can’t assure that and anyone who believes that we can is full of shit. You see, the one thing in this industry is the outcome is never assured. And Je$TyR while you think you only have Donnie to worry about, that’s not the case. You see, I want just as badly to prove that I’m still the top bitch here. It doesn’t matter if it’s you, Jolie, or this bastard here.” She thumbs at Harris.
The EPW crowd goes wild and cheers for them, but there’s also another mixture of boos. She shakes them off and looks over at Donnie before continuing. She holds her hand up and the arena starts going quiet for a moment.
“If kicking in either of your heads, means that we walk out on top. Then there’s two less people in our way, consider it done.” She pauses, moving around the ring a little bit. “It’s come to my attention that some people seem to think that Donnie and I can’t put aside our own issues to do what needs to be done. Therein lies the problem, while Donnie and I may be violent and relentless, we are still professionals. And that’s exactly what we intend on doing. Our job.”
She took a deep breath, motioning back to Donnie.
“And we enjoy our job,” he says.