Post by Donnie Harris on Jul 16, 2023 22:50:55 GMT -5
-A forlorn Donnie Harris is shown, sitting at a table, a tumbler glass half empty, the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting mostly finished close by. Donnie shoots the triple shot with little reaction other than a small cough from the punch of the alcohol.-
)Donnie Harris(
Two OCWs, and I have finally set myself up, drew my line in the sand, flattened the champion, and let the boos revitalize my career with a great vigorous boon. Never has being bad felt good.
-Donnie wobbly gets to his feet and picks up the bottle. Two steps away from the lonely table, and his footing is no different from a sober man.-
)Donnie Harris(
Whisper Mendoza, hm? Well there's nothing wrong with a sacrificial lamb to slaughter. I was able to put SYNN down, and I will be teaching Easton Alexander soon enough that he just embodies the weakness that let him lose against our world champion...
-He leans against the table, sitting down roughly, enough to go through the table.-
)Donnie Harris(
THIS is the future for anyone in my way, and I still have a lot more to go. This bottle isn't finished yet...
-He sits up and goes back to the drink with a deep sigh.-
)Donnie Harris(
We all have to face facts these days; between lockdowns and other restrictions, we need to push ourselves so hard to prove our worth to the scabs and scallywags that infect the audience we perform in front of, to the point that I'm shocked we haven't been hit with that damn virus again. Best part is that it doesn't matter anymore, because I've faced greater competition, and I'm so much better for it.
-He starts drinking straight from the bottle with reckless abandon, the whisky starting to leak from the corners of his mouth.-
)Donnie Harris(
Beating myself up day in and day out for a bunch of slovenly ignoramuses: what kind of life is that? I am choosing to take my career to the next level, and if it means dragging people like SYNN through the mud in two different arenas at two different times, so be it. Whisper Mendoza *hic* is just another slipp'ry stone in the creek, and I'll just have to step on her and make a day of it. A Shining Wizard, a Crossface, a stiff shot to the nose: it's another walk in the park for me, but I know that my real competition, ranging from Nicklem... Nickleman...
-Donnie swallows back a wad of... unmentionable matter.-
)Donnie Harris(
Ranging from Nickleman to SYNN, it shows that I'm capable of so much more than I was originally given credit for, losing by the skin of my teeth; being that close to victory, only to take a hard defeat, it's infuriating, and I'll be taking my frustrations out on Ms. Whisper Mendoza.
-Donnie finishes the bottle, dropping it and getting slowly to his feet. His wobbly knees manage to carry him out of the bar, only to fall back into the bar.-
)Donnie Harris(
Two OCWs, and I have finally set myself up, drew my line in the sand, flattened the champion, and let the boos revitalize my career with a great vigorous boon. Never has being bad felt good.
-Donnie wobbly gets to his feet and picks up the bottle. Two steps away from the lonely table, and his footing is no different from a sober man.-
)Donnie Harris(
Whisper Mendoza, hm? Well there's nothing wrong with a sacrificial lamb to slaughter. I was able to put SYNN down, and I will be teaching Easton Alexander soon enough that he just embodies the weakness that let him lose against our world champion...
-He leans against the table, sitting down roughly, enough to go through the table.-
)Donnie Harris(
THIS is the future for anyone in my way, and I still have a lot more to go. This bottle isn't finished yet...
-He sits up and goes back to the drink with a deep sigh.-
)Donnie Harris(
We all have to face facts these days; between lockdowns and other restrictions, we need to push ourselves so hard to prove our worth to the scabs and scallywags that infect the audience we perform in front of, to the point that I'm shocked we haven't been hit with that damn virus again. Best part is that it doesn't matter anymore, because I've faced greater competition, and I'm so much better for it.
-He starts drinking straight from the bottle with reckless abandon, the whisky starting to leak from the corners of his mouth.-
)Donnie Harris(
Beating myself up day in and day out for a bunch of slovenly ignoramuses: what kind of life is that? I am choosing to take my career to the next level, and if it means dragging people like SYNN through the mud in two different arenas at two different times, so be it. Whisper Mendoza *hic* is just another slipp'ry stone in the creek, and I'll just have to step on her and make a day of it. A Shining Wizard, a Crossface, a stiff shot to the nose: it's another walk in the park for me, but I know that my real competition, ranging from Nicklem... Nickleman...
-Donnie swallows back a wad of... unmentionable matter.-
)Donnie Harris(
Ranging from Nickleman to SYNN, it shows that I'm capable of so much more than I was originally given credit for, losing by the skin of my teeth; being that close to victory, only to take a hard defeat, it's infuriating, and I'll be taking my frustrations out on Ms. Whisper Mendoza.
-Donnie finishes the bottle, dropping it and getting slowly to his feet. His wobbly knees manage to carry him out of the bar, only to fall back into the bar.-