Post by Donnie Harris on Jan 3, 2024 0:36:58 GMT -5
-The scene fades into an office, a large desk setting the stage as the Outcast Championship Wrestling Anarchy Championship and Outsiders Championship Wrestling Streaming Service Championship titles sit on either side of the desk. The desk itself is a rich teak-mahogany blend, the wood grain popping with the darker stain used. The clicking of heels from a pair of higher-end formal footwear can be heard from behind the camera, and a man, obviously Donnie Harris, pulls the high-backed leather swivel chair back as he sits, rolling forward to take an aggressive posture, as he leans subtly into the desk. He rests his arms forward, elbows on the desk and hands folded together.-
)Donnie Harris(
You should all know me by now, including those of you who want to play especially dumb and ignore my presence altogether. In either case, here’s a re-introduction, for those of you that care, and you will care, because this whole Change in Your Pocket match is going to be a crazy time for sure.
-Donnie leans back, the seat reclining as necessary, as he kicks his feet up; they sit just behind where the Streaming Service Championship title is standing.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am Donnie Harris. I started my career here, in OCW; I am currently this OCW’s Streaming Service champion. I am also with the Outcast Championship Wrestling roster, where I am its Anarchy champion; formerly the #1 contender for its World Heavyweight Championship, yes I see you in this match too BRADDOCK, and, as far as I’m concerned, I am STILL its #1 contender. I have yet to see anyone else surpass me, other than you, BRADDOCK. Ever since joining Outcast Championship Wrestling, I have flattened every man and woman set in front of me, and BRADDOCK, you’re the only one who has come out on top, my friend. Of course, I say “friend” loosely; I do respect you, and I love you as a rival. You have been the man to make me want to be better, even in my weakest of times, but that does not restrain me from going at you like we were having a deathmatch. Like I said, I still have to beat you, and I will; if Toxicita can beat you, especially after being betrayed by Asylum the way you were, I think a one-on-one, properly too, would be a lot of fun, and the fans wouldn’t have it any other way: no Konstantine either. Fuck that guy.
-Donnie drops his feet and gets up, the camera following him; the focus is clearly from about mid-torso to the midline of his forehead, getting the clearest and most accurate image of his movement possible.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I know a few more of the names on this card. Well, it’s not even a card really. It’s just a massive Main Event! It is one big match, where the best of the best from PWA are being offered up as a sacrifice to the great fanbase involved. Isn’t that right, guys? We all know it to be true, and we all know that to be exactly what we want. Now, I do know some of you.
-Donnie sits on the front edge of the desk, overshadowing his title belts’ plates.-
)Donnie Harris(
Of course, I know SYNN and BRADDOCK; I have tangled with Axis, and boy was that ever a waste of time. That’s how I got the Streaming Service belt. But those names that aren’t as recognizable to me, like Vhodka Black; I do know you have had a match here. All I remember is seeing an e-girl Barbie doll, complete with plastic features and fish lips walking through the backstage area. Eric Drake is technically one of my bosses, but I’ll drop him all the same. Matt Knox, well, whether it’s you or this Amber Ryan ginger bitch, it doesn’t matter, because, after I get that damn piggy bank, I’m taking that PWA World Title.
-Donnie pushes off the desk and stands straight up, folding his hands as if appealing to the crowd behind the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
However, we all have to remember who is involved as well: a couple former world champs, a couple current world champs, and then there are others. They have certainly earned their way to a great many opportunities. We can’t deny that. They are called champions for a reason, but I stand among them as well, as a champion. I have one of the greatest work rates in Outcast Championship Wrestling; I have been one of the most active on social media as well. That’s probably why I was given the chance to win, and subsequently won, the Streaming Service Championship title.
-Donnie takes a deep breath, looking down at his hands, then back to the camera, almost pensively.-
)Donnie Harris(
But no, this isn’t about the Streaming Service title, nor is it about the Anarchy title. This is a chance to go much further beyond that. This is about a chance to face any PWA champion at any PWA time on the GFD calendar I so choose, and I will certainly be the one to take that chance the minute I get my hands on that Change in MY Pocket and sign that contract stating that I’m going to be facing whoever wants to call themselves the PWA World Heavyweight champion.
-Donnie walks over to a bar, set up next to the desk, and he pours himself a Gentleman Jack on the rocks, taking a pair of large clear ice cubes from the ice bucket sitting on the bar top. A deep breath and a sip later, he starts again.-
)Donnie Harris(
This has been my year: MY. Year.
-Donnie points to himself, his index finger almost digging into his sternum, holding the hi-ball glass in his left hand.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have busted up every person placed in my way, win or lose, in Outcast Championship Wrestling, and I have been tearing shit up and wrecking house in Outsiders ever since I started in Outcast, so it only goes to show that, with all the time I’ve had to train and practice and get better at what I do, all it takes is a well-placed and well-timed right hand to put any jabroni down for the count!
-Donnie charges out from around the bar, still holding the hi-ball. He takes a quick sip from it, before shooting the shot-and-a-half that was left.-
)Donnie Harris(
I may not be a world champion yet; I may not be that top guy yet. However, looking at those that have been put in my way, whether it is SYNN, or BRADDOCK, or Axis, or Fanny, or Brooke Blakely, or Konstantine, all I have witnessed is the utter brutality I have inflicted with these hands, with these feet, and with the knowledge of how to dismantle a human being, and you can bet your ass that Dystopia will be exactly that: a brutal, imperfect world where only the strong survive, and, while all of you are either former or current champions in your organizations, I’m the guy who can kill you with one goddamn punch: I’m Kenshiro!
-Whether or not anyone else got the Fist of the North Star reference, Donnie just kept on rolling.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m no prodigy, but I’ll be damned if I get stopped or stalled by the likes of any of you. Just because some people have my respect or my... interest... that does not mean, by any means, that I’ll be walked all over, and I don’t care who you are. I’ve said this from the beginning of my career and I’ll keep on preaching it until the day I either die or retire: if you are standing opposite me in that ring, it will take everything you have and everything you are to put me down, and I do not go down so easily. I’ve proven this to SYNN multiple times, as we were the headline act for Outcast’s opening main events; I’ve proven this to BRADDOCK and he needed outside interference on MULTIPLE occasions to keep me down. You think someone like Axis can do that with me? Hell no; he had his chance and he failed, horribly, and Dystopia 32 will prove that the “fluke” was reality. Honestly, I don’t think it’ll be any different for anyone else in there.
-Donnie grabs the bottle of GJ from off the bar top, taking it with him as he sits back at the desk; he pours himself another double.-
)Donnie Harris(
But Allton, Roni Strader, you guys have only been on the outside looking in. You two, along with the e-girl Barbie doll, Drake and Knox, have only been able to watch the progress that I’ve made since my time flailing in the old OCW. Back when Prissy boy InCognito and The Lost Shitstain were holding hands and skipping through everyone here, I absolutely SUCKED. But, since then, as I have said, I trained, I practiced, I busted my ass, and, in that time, I earned OCW’s Most Improved Talent, back when those awards actually meant something. And now here I am, not missing a beat, not skipping a single moment, embracing every opportunity and taking every chance to show my abilities off, and this match is no different. This match is a chance to climb to that pedestal and, regardless of the amazing things I’ve been given and told by management from both OCW companies, show the roster, the talent and the world that Donnie Harris has transcended combat sports as a whole. I embody professional wrestling as much as I embody Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu or boxing or Muay Thai or any of the other disciplines and martial arts that I have trained in to become an MMA virtuoso.
-Donnie takes a sip from the glass, the ice starting to melt quickly because of the room temperature alcohol it’s cooling.-
)Donnie Harris(
Look, I get it, I really do. I’ve only had the homegrown talent to face; I’ve never really had a chance to spread my wings and fly. I haven’t taken the opportunity to roll through a roster like a tornado through the plains or the Canadian Prairies, but I haven’t felt the need to, not yet anyway, but I want to. I can’t limit myself to two places, but I haven’t done the one thing, on either roster, that makes me feel confident enough to go after the world, and that is a simple concept: I’m not either OCW World Heavyweight Champion. That is all that holds me back, and I don’t mind if it holds me back for the next few years; I’m fond of this roster, especially Outcast’s. I consider them my friends; if I don’t, I respect them. Well, except Asylum: fuck Asylum; they’re vultures.
-Donnie shakes his head and sighs, taking another sip; it tasted harsher, probably because of the water mixing with the bourbon.-
)Donnie Harris(
It doesn’t matter though. What matters is what I’m going for: my goal; the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; my ticket to getting my way to the World Heavyweight Championship. I don’t care who stands in my way, whether they’re my most respected friend, my most heated rival, or my most despised enemy. I see you all as competition at this point, and I’m ready and willing to die going after this prissy pink piggy bank. This chance is one in a million, regardless of how many times a year this may be billed for. All that matters is that I get my shot at greatness, and I’m not going to balk from greasing the wheels to earn that top spot. Well, not through any sleazy means; I’m talking about taking this shot to getting to the top of the mountain, the brass ring, and getting to greatness through this slightest of shortcuts.
-Donnie shoots the bourbon back, kicking his feet up, leaning back in his chair.-
)Donnie Harris(
And I’d be a damn fool to make the mistake of not giving it my best. I’m coming for all of you, and I’m taking the PWA World Heavyweight title from whomever has the misfortune of holding it.
)Donnie Harris(
You should all know me by now, including those of you who want to play especially dumb and ignore my presence altogether. In either case, here’s a re-introduction, for those of you that care, and you will care, because this whole Change in Your Pocket match is going to be a crazy time for sure.
-Donnie leans back, the seat reclining as necessary, as he kicks his feet up; they sit just behind where the Streaming Service Championship title is standing.-
)Donnie Harris(
I am Donnie Harris. I started my career here, in OCW; I am currently this OCW’s Streaming Service champion. I am also with the Outcast Championship Wrestling roster, where I am its Anarchy champion; formerly the #1 contender for its World Heavyweight Championship, yes I see you in this match too BRADDOCK, and, as far as I’m concerned, I am STILL its #1 contender. I have yet to see anyone else surpass me, other than you, BRADDOCK. Ever since joining Outcast Championship Wrestling, I have flattened every man and woman set in front of me, and BRADDOCK, you’re the only one who has come out on top, my friend. Of course, I say “friend” loosely; I do respect you, and I love you as a rival. You have been the man to make me want to be better, even in my weakest of times, but that does not restrain me from going at you like we were having a deathmatch. Like I said, I still have to beat you, and I will; if Toxicita can beat you, especially after being betrayed by Asylum the way you were, I think a one-on-one, properly too, would be a lot of fun, and the fans wouldn’t have it any other way: no Konstantine either. Fuck that guy.
-Donnie drops his feet and gets up, the camera following him; the focus is clearly from about mid-torso to the midline of his forehead, getting the clearest and most accurate image of his movement possible.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I know a few more of the names on this card. Well, it’s not even a card really. It’s just a massive Main Event! It is one big match, where the best of the best from PWA are being offered up as a sacrifice to the great fanbase involved. Isn’t that right, guys? We all know it to be true, and we all know that to be exactly what we want. Now, I do know some of you.
-Donnie sits on the front edge of the desk, overshadowing his title belts’ plates.-
)Donnie Harris(
Of course, I know SYNN and BRADDOCK; I have tangled with Axis, and boy was that ever a waste of time. That’s how I got the Streaming Service belt. But those names that aren’t as recognizable to me, like Vhodka Black; I do know you have had a match here. All I remember is seeing an e-girl Barbie doll, complete with plastic features and fish lips walking through the backstage area. Eric Drake is technically one of my bosses, but I’ll drop him all the same. Matt Knox, well, whether it’s you or this Amber Ryan ginger bitch, it doesn’t matter, because, after I get that damn piggy bank, I’m taking that PWA World Title.
-Donnie pushes off the desk and stands straight up, folding his hands as if appealing to the crowd behind the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
However, we all have to remember who is involved as well: a couple former world champs, a couple current world champs, and then there are others. They have certainly earned their way to a great many opportunities. We can’t deny that. They are called champions for a reason, but I stand among them as well, as a champion. I have one of the greatest work rates in Outcast Championship Wrestling; I have been one of the most active on social media as well. That’s probably why I was given the chance to win, and subsequently won, the Streaming Service Championship title.
-Donnie takes a deep breath, looking down at his hands, then back to the camera, almost pensively.-
)Donnie Harris(
But no, this isn’t about the Streaming Service title, nor is it about the Anarchy title. This is a chance to go much further beyond that. This is about a chance to face any PWA champion at any PWA time on the GFD calendar I so choose, and I will certainly be the one to take that chance the minute I get my hands on that Change in MY Pocket and sign that contract stating that I’m going to be facing whoever wants to call themselves the PWA World Heavyweight champion.
-Donnie walks over to a bar, set up next to the desk, and he pours himself a Gentleman Jack on the rocks, taking a pair of large clear ice cubes from the ice bucket sitting on the bar top. A deep breath and a sip later, he starts again.-
)Donnie Harris(
This has been my year: MY. Year.
-Donnie points to himself, his index finger almost digging into his sternum, holding the hi-ball glass in his left hand.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have busted up every person placed in my way, win or lose, in Outcast Championship Wrestling, and I have been tearing shit up and wrecking house in Outsiders ever since I started in Outcast, so it only goes to show that, with all the time I’ve had to train and practice and get better at what I do, all it takes is a well-placed and well-timed right hand to put any jabroni down for the count!
-Donnie charges out from around the bar, still holding the hi-ball. He takes a quick sip from it, before shooting the shot-and-a-half that was left.-
)Donnie Harris(
I may not be a world champion yet; I may not be that top guy yet. However, looking at those that have been put in my way, whether it is SYNN, or BRADDOCK, or Axis, or Fanny, or Brooke Blakely, or Konstantine, all I have witnessed is the utter brutality I have inflicted with these hands, with these feet, and with the knowledge of how to dismantle a human being, and you can bet your ass that Dystopia will be exactly that: a brutal, imperfect world where only the strong survive, and, while all of you are either former or current champions in your organizations, I’m the guy who can kill you with one goddamn punch: I’m Kenshiro!
-Whether or not anyone else got the Fist of the North Star reference, Donnie just kept on rolling.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m no prodigy, but I’ll be damned if I get stopped or stalled by the likes of any of you. Just because some people have my respect or my... interest... that does not mean, by any means, that I’ll be walked all over, and I don’t care who you are. I’ve said this from the beginning of my career and I’ll keep on preaching it until the day I either die or retire: if you are standing opposite me in that ring, it will take everything you have and everything you are to put me down, and I do not go down so easily. I’ve proven this to SYNN multiple times, as we were the headline act for Outcast’s opening main events; I’ve proven this to BRADDOCK and he needed outside interference on MULTIPLE occasions to keep me down. You think someone like Axis can do that with me? Hell no; he had his chance and he failed, horribly, and Dystopia 32 will prove that the “fluke” was reality. Honestly, I don’t think it’ll be any different for anyone else in there.
-Donnie grabs the bottle of GJ from off the bar top, taking it with him as he sits back at the desk; he pours himself another double.-
)Donnie Harris(
But Allton, Roni Strader, you guys have only been on the outside looking in. You two, along with the e-girl Barbie doll, Drake and Knox, have only been able to watch the progress that I’ve made since my time flailing in the old OCW. Back when Prissy boy InCognito and The Lost Shitstain were holding hands and skipping through everyone here, I absolutely SUCKED. But, since then, as I have said, I trained, I practiced, I busted my ass, and, in that time, I earned OCW’s Most Improved Talent, back when those awards actually meant something. And now here I am, not missing a beat, not skipping a single moment, embracing every opportunity and taking every chance to show my abilities off, and this match is no different. This match is a chance to climb to that pedestal and, regardless of the amazing things I’ve been given and told by management from both OCW companies, show the roster, the talent and the world that Donnie Harris has transcended combat sports as a whole. I embody professional wrestling as much as I embody Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu or boxing or Muay Thai or any of the other disciplines and martial arts that I have trained in to become an MMA virtuoso.
-Donnie takes a sip from the glass, the ice starting to melt quickly because of the room temperature alcohol it’s cooling.-
)Donnie Harris(
Look, I get it, I really do. I’ve only had the homegrown talent to face; I’ve never really had a chance to spread my wings and fly. I haven’t taken the opportunity to roll through a roster like a tornado through the plains or the Canadian Prairies, but I haven’t felt the need to, not yet anyway, but I want to. I can’t limit myself to two places, but I haven’t done the one thing, on either roster, that makes me feel confident enough to go after the world, and that is a simple concept: I’m not either OCW World Heavyweight Champion. That is all that holds me back, and I don’t mind if it holds me back for the next few years; I’m fond of this roster, especially Outcast’s. I consider them my friends; if I don’t, I respect them. Well, except Asylum: fuck Asylum; they’re vultures.
-Donnie shakes his head and sighs, taking another sip; it tasted harsher, probably because of the water mixing with the bourbon.-
)Donnie Harris(
It doesn’t matter though. What matters is what I’m going for: my goal; the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; my ticket to getting my way to the World Heavyweight Championship. I don’t care who stands in my way, whether they’re my most respected friend, my most heated rival, or my most despised enemy. I see you all as competition at this point, and I’m ready and willing to die going after this prissy pink piggy bank. This chance is one in a million, regardless of how many times a year this may be billed for. All that matters is that I get my shot at greatness, and I’m not going to balk from greasing the wheels to earn that top spot. Well, not through any sleazy means; I’m talking about taking this shot to getting to the top of the mountain, the brass ring, and getting to greatness through this slightest of shortcuts.
-Donnie shoots the bourbon back, kicking his feet up, leaning back in his chair.-
)Donnie Harris(
And I’d be a damn fool to make the mistake of not giving it my best. I’m coming for all of you, and I’m taking the PWA World Heavyweight title from whomever has the misfortune of holding it.