Post by Jock Reasoning on Mar 1, 2024 13:50:52 GMT -5
~An Uber pulls up in front of Jock~
Driver: You Jack Riesling?
~Jock scoffs~
Jock Reasoning: That’s JOCK Reasoning.
Driver: Oh, okay. You him?
~Jock is like “Uh, yea.” He gets into the car. The Uber Driver gets one look at the injured Slam Buss. His eyes pop and he reaches for a weapon in his middle console should he need to protect himself. Jock, unaware, texts on his phone. “Heading to procure contestant number 3 pending the board’s approval~
Jock Reasoning: Nice day.
~No response from the driver. Jock gets a text back from ‘The Board’. It reads ‘Approved’. Jock nods and relaxes. The driver looks at Jock through the rear view mirror and we see a very familiar pair of eyes~
~Jock gets out of his Uber and gives the guy five stars. He drives away without saying anything. Reasoning turns and finds a crew of OCW Security. A brand new Slam Buss is revved up and ready to go~
Jock Reasoning: How many of these things do we have on the ready?
OCW Security: I’m not at liberty to say.
Jock Reasoning: Right on. Alright, you guys ready?
OCW Security: Yes, Mr. Reasoning. Where are we heading?
Jock Reasoning: This is a fierce competitor we’re hunting down. After a tough match, they like to go enjoy a steak at one of the finer steakhouses in the area. So I think I know just the place to find this competitor.
OCW Security: Well, let’s go.
OCW Security: You sure this is the place?
Jock Reasoning: Absolutely. Was told we’d find this wrestler at the finest steakhouse in town and here we are.
~The Security Guard has a look on his face that’s far beneath ‘trusting’~
Jock Reasoning: You guys head around back. When I yell out “Knives Come in Fives” I want you to jump out and apprehend this person.
OCW Security: Sir, are you suggesting we call in the Knife Man for this job?
Jock Reasoning: No! It was the first thing that came to my mind…just listen for it, okay?
OCW Security: Yessir.
~The Security Guard does some elaborate hand sign as Jock exits the Slam Buss. It peels out, driving around the building. Jock enters the steakhouse with confidence~
Hostess: Welcome to Outback, how can I help you?
~Jock blows right past her. He eyes the establishment~
Jock Reasoning: Where are they…
~He spots a large man with a hood on about to dive into a steak. He’s eating alone~
Jock Reasoning: A-Ha!
~Jock heads over~
Jock Reasoning: Knives Come in Fives.
~Nothing happens. Jock gets closer and closer to the man~
Jock Reasoning: Knives Come in Fives!
~Nothing. He reaches the man and goes to un-hood the guy. But the Outback management is after him~
Jock Reasoning: KNIVES COME IN FIVES!!
~Jock yells as a security member for the restaurant is grabbing at him. The kitchen doors burst open and the OCW Security Team enters with kendo sticks~
Jock Reasoning: About time!
~They swing the kendo sticks wildly, smacking any and everything that moves. Once they’ve asserted dominance. Jock removes the hood of the man they are after and it’s…it’s…~
Jock Reasoning: Who the hell are you?
Man in Hood: Robin. I like to wear a hood when I go out. I was just looking to enjoy a nice steak at this fancy restaurant.
~Jock sighs, lowering his head and placing his hands on his hips~
Jock Reasoning: False Alarm, everybody! FALSE ALARM!
~The OCW Security Team lowers their kendo sticks. Everyone in the restaurant relaxes, a bit. Jock reaches out and pats Robin on the back~
Jock Reasoning: Back to that horrifically overcooked filet, my friend. Security Team, let’s head out!
Jock Reasoning: Okay I guess maybe Outback wasn’t the place.
OCW Security: I was going to say, sir. There are nicer steakhouses in the area than Outback.
Jock Reasoning: Well I wish you would’ve spoken up.
OCW Security: Outback is like the McDonalds of steakhouses.
Jock Reasoning: Alright, alright…
OCW Security: Pretty shitty steakhouse, if we’re being honest.
Jock Reasoning: THAT’S ENOUGH
~The security team jumps~
Jock Reasoning: Just…just take me to the nicest steakhouse in town, okay?
OCW Security: Will do.
~They hop into the Slam Buss and drive off~
~Definitely not at the Outback Steakhouse, Donnie Harris was actually inside the Bateau, a steakhouse considered one of the best in the United States, located in his hometown of Seattle, Washington. Considering he had to deal with a decently disappointing and spirit-crushing loss by losing the Outcast Championship Wrestling Anarchy Championship.
However, it felt so much better to cut into a medium-well-cooked T-bone steak, glazed with A-1 Sauce, with a side of garlic roasted asparagus and creamy mashed potatoes. A perfectly paired red wine sat next to the plate in a goblet-style wine glass, and it definitely looked like some of it was consumed.~
Donnie Harris: This is nicer than I was expecting.
~A waiter overhears him and walks over to the table.~
Waiter: What was that, sir?
~Donnie turns and looks up to him and he hands an empty plate, that had a salad on it he had as an appetizer.~
Donnie Harris: Oh, I'm just saying that the meal was better than I was expecting. It's helping a lot, thank you.
Waiter: Thank you, sir; that's good to know. I'll be around if you need more wine or anything like that.
~Donnie nods.~
Donnie Harris: I appreciate that.
~The waiter nods and walks away, and Donnie keeps on eating, sighing as he cuts into the meat a bit more deeply.~
Jock Reasoning: Damn fine-looking specimen right there.
OCW Security: That’s why the board approved of Donnie.
Jock Reasoning: I’m talking about the steak.
OCW Security: Oh yes, the steak looks great.
Jock Reasoning: But yes, Donnie is a badass. You guys think you can handle him?
OCW Security: We were born ready, sir.
Jock Reasoning: Let’s do this.
~Jock and the security team burst into the Steakhouse. The hostess flees when she sees the Kendo Sticks. OCW Security rushes into the intimate dining area, swinging the sticks wildly. People scream and duck. Donnie looks up. Jock spots him~
Jock Reasoning: Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, Donnie!
~Security runs after Donnie with their Kendo Sticks~
Donnie Harris: What the actual fuck?
~Hearing the commotion, Donnie pops to his feet and cocks his arms. The kendo sticks, while they hurt, would tickle with enough of an adrenaline hitch. Whoever these guys were, they are going after a fighter first, and a wrestler second. He didn't even bother with the butcher knife.
And the closest assailant eats a leaping knee as the former MMA fighter holds a tight Muay Thai stance, worrying more about protecting his head and neck than his torso.~
Donnie Harris: Let's-a go, bitches.
~Jock watches as Donnie dismantles the OCW Security Team. Realizing he’s about to fail the OCW Board of OGs Jock pulls out a liquid from his pocket and snares a napkin from a nearby table. He soaks it in the liquid and leaps onto Donnie’s back, covering his mouth and nose with it. Donnie reaches back, trying to grab Jock. Jock does his best to avoid Donnie’s T-bone-sized hands. Donnie roars…he finally gets a grip on Jock. But the OCW Security Team rushes in, nailing him in the legs with their Kendo Sticks. Donnie struggles. He falls to one knee. They hit and hit…he grabs one stick and breaks it. He grabs the OCW Security member holding it and yeets him across the restaurant into a table. He looks to do the same to another…but his arms start to lose strength~
Jock Reasoning: Go down you big bastard!
~He roars once more, trying to fight to his feet…but the aroma. The narcotic. It’s too much. Donnie collapses to the ground with a huge thud. Jock keeps the rag on a little longer than expected, making sure Donnie doesn’t reanimate and murder him. Once he feels safe…he stands and brushes himself off~
Jock Reasoning: Not so bad, right guys?
~The security team is breathing heavily. Showing signs of abuse that can only be formed during a losing battle. Jock points at Donnie~
Jock Reasoning: Get him into a van. My god have mercy on the rest of this Survivor field. That man is a fuckin beast.
~The team picks Donnie up and carries him out to the Slam Buss. Jock looks around at the demolished steakhouse and horrified customers~
Jock Reasoning: Nothing to see here! We’re just, umm, simulating an abduction for this guy’s birthday, that’s all. Don’t ask me why he wanted this…we just do the job we’re hired. Full immersion and all that.
~The people aren’t really buying it but his weird excuse has paused things for a necessary moment~
Jock Reasoning: Alright then, enjoy your evenings!
~Jock turns and darts out of the restaurant~
Donnie Harris - Coerced
Entrant #3 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
Driver: You Jack Riesling?
~Jock scoffs~
Jock Reasoning: That’s JOCK Reasoning.
Driver: Oh, okay. You him?
~Jock is like “Uh, yea.” He gets into the car. The Uber Driver gets one look at the injured Slam Buss. His eyes pop and he reaches for a weapon in his middle console should he need to protect himself. Jock, unaware, texts on his phone. “Heading to procure contestant number 3 pending the board’s approval~
Jock Reasoning: Nice day.
~No response from the driver. Jock gets a text back from ‘The Board’. It reads ‘Approved’. Jock nods and relaxes. The driver looks at Jock through the rear view mirror and we see a very familiar pair of eyes~
5 MINUTES LATER
~Jock gets out of his Uber and gives the guy five stars. He drives away without saying anything. Reasoning turns and finds a crew of OCW Security. A brand new Slam Buss is revved up and ready to go~
Jock Reasoning: How many of these things do we have on the ready?
OCW Security: I’m not at liberty to say.
Jock Reasoning: Right on. Alright, you guys ready?
OCW Security: Yes, Mr. Reasoning. Where are we heading?
Jock Reasoning: This is a fierce competitor we’re hunting down. After a tough match, they like to go enjoy a steak at one of the finer steakhouses in the area. So I think I know just the place to find this competitor.
OCW Security: Well, let’s go.
10 MINUTES LATER
OCW Security: You sure this is the place?
Jock Reasoning: Absolutely. Was told we’d find this wrestler at the finest steakhouse in town and here we are.
~The Security Guard has a look on his face that’s far beneath ‘trusting’~
Jock Reasoning: You guys head around back. When I yell out “Knives Come in Fives” I want you to jump out and apprehend this person.
OCW Security: Sir, are you suggesting we call in the Knife Man for this job?
Jock Reasoning: No! It was the first thing that came to my mind…just listen for it, okay?
OCW Security: Yessir.
~The Security Guard does some elaborate hand sign as Jock exits the Slam Buss. It peels out, driving around the building. Jock enters the steakhouse with confidence~
Hostess: Welcome to Outback, how can I help you?
~Jock blows right past her. He eyes the establishment~
Jock Reasoning: Where are they…
~He spots a large man with a hood on about to dive into a steak. He’s eating alone~
Jock Reasoning: A-Ha!
~Jock heads over~
Jock Reasoning: Knives Come in Fives.
~Nothing happens. Jock gets closer and closer to the man~
Jock Reasoning: Knives Come in Fives!
~Nothing. He reaches the man and goes to un-hood the guy. But the Outback management is after him~
Jock Reasoning: KNIVES COME IN FIVES!!
~Jock yells as a security member for the restaurant is grabbing at him. The kitchen doors burst open and the OCW Security Team enters with kendo sticks~
Jock Reasoning: About time!
~They swing the kendo sticks wildly, smacking any and everything that moves. Once they’ve asserted dominance. Jock removes the hood of the man they are after and it’s…it’s…~
Jock Reasoning: Who the hell are you?
Man in Hood: Robin. I like to wear a hood when I go out. I was just looking to enjoy a nice steak at this fancy restaurant.
~Jock sighs, lowering his head and placing his hands on his hips~
Jock Reasoning: False Alarm, everybody! FALSE ALARM!
~The OCW Security Team lowers their kendo sticks. Everyone in the restaurant relaxes, a bit. Jock reaches out and pats Robin on the back~
Jock Reasoning: Back to that horrifically overcooked filet, my friend. Security Team, let’s head out!
OUTSIDE OUTBACK
Jock Reasoning: Okay I guess maybe Outback wasn’t the place.
OCW Security: I was going to say, sir. There are nicer steakhouses in the area than Outback.
Jock Reasoning: Well I wish you would’ve spoken up.
OCW Security: Outback is like the McDonalds of steakhouses.
Jock Reasoning: Alright, alright…
OCW Security: Pretty shitty steakhouse, if we’re being honest.
Jock Reasoning: THAT’S ENOUGH
~The security team jumps~
Jock Reasoning: Just…just take me to the nicest steakhouse in town, okay?
OCW Security: Will do.
~They hop into the Slam Buss and drive off~
NICEST STEAKHOUSE IN TOWN
~Definitely not at the Outback Steakhouse, Donnie Harris was actually inside the Bateau, a steakhouse considered one of the best in the United States, located in his hometown of Seattle, Washington. Considering he had to deal with a decently disappointing and spirit-crushing loss by losing the Outcast Championship Wrestling Anarchy Championship.
However, it felt so much better to cut into a medium-well-cooked T-bone steak, glazed with A-1 Sauce, with a side of garlic roasted asparagus and creamy mashed potatoes. A perfectly paired red wine sat next to the plate in a goblet-style wine glass, and it definitely looked like some of it was consumed.~
Donnie Harris: This is nicer than I was expecting.
~A waiter overhears him and walks over to the table.~
Waiter: What was that, sir?
~Donnie turns and looks up to him and he hands an empty plate, that had a salad on it he had as an appetizer.~
Donnie Harris: Oh, I'm just saying that the meal was better than I was expecting. It's helping a lot, thank you.
Waiter: Thank you, sir; that's good to know. I'll be around if you need more wine or anything like that.
~Donnie nods.~
Donnie Harris: I appreciate that.
~The waiter nods and walks away, and Donnie keeps on eating, sighing as he cuts into the meat a bit more deeply.~
Jock Reasoning: Damn fine-looking specimen right there.
OCW Security: That’s why the board approved of Donnie.
Jock Reasoning: I’m talking about the steak.
OCW Security: Oh yes, the steak looks great.
Jock Reasoning: But yes, Donnie is a badass. You guys think you can handle him?
OCW Security: We were born ready, sir.
Jock Reasoning: Let’s do this.
~Jock and the security team burst into the Steakhouse. The hostess flees when she sees the Kendo Sticks. OCW Security rushes into the intimate dining area, swinging the sticks wildly. People scream and duck. Donnie looks up. Jock spots him~
Jock Reasoning: Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, Donnie!
~Security runs after Donnie with their Kendo Sticks~
Donnie Harris: What the actual fuck?
~Hearing the commotion, Donnie pops to his feet and cocks his arms. The kendo sticks, while they hurt, would tickle with enough of an adrenaline hitch. Whoever these guys were, they are going after a fighter first, and a wrestler second. He didn't even bother with the butcher knife.
And the closest assailant eats a leaping knee as the former MMA fighter holds a tight Muay Thai stance, worrying more about protecting his head and neck than his torso.~
Donnie Harris: Let's-a go, bitches.
~Jock watches as Donnie dismantles the OCW Security Team. Realizing he’s about to fail the OCW Board of OGs Jock pulls out a liquid from his pocket and snares a napkin from a nearby table. He soaks it in the liquid and leaps onto Donnie’s back, covering his mouth and nose with it. Donnie reaches back, trying to grab Jock. Jock does his best to avoid Donnie’s T-bone-sized hands. Donnie roars…he finally gets a grip on Jock. But the OCW Security Team rushes in, nailing him in the legs with their Kendo Sticks. Donnie struggles. He falls to one knee. They hit and hit…he grabs one stick and breaks it. He grabs the OCW Security member holding it and yeets him across the restaurant into a table. He looks to do the same to another…but his arms start to lose strength~
Jock Reasoning: Go down you big bastard!
~He roars once more, trying to fight to his feet…but the aroma. The narcotic. It’s too much. Donnie collapses to the ground with a huge thud. Jock keeps the rag on a little longer than expected, making sure Donnie doesn’t reanimate and murder him. Once he feels safe…he stands and brushes himself off~
Jock Reasoning: Not so bad, right guys?
~The security team is breathing heavily. Showing signs of abuse that can only be formed during a losing battle. Jock points at Donnie~
Jock Reasoning: Get him into a van. My god have mercy on the rest of this Survivor field. That man is a fuckin beast.
~The team picks Donnie up and carries him out to the Slam Buss. Jock looks around at the demolished steakhouse and horrified customers~
Jock Reasoning: Nothing to see here! We’re just, umm, simulating an abduction for this guy’s birthday, that’s all. Don’t ask me why he wanted this…we just do the job we’re hired. Full immersion and all that.
~The people aren’t really buying it but his weird excuse has paused things for a necessary moment~
Jock Reasoning: Alright then, enjoy your evenings!
~Jock turns and darts out of the restaurant~
Donnie Harris - Coerced
Entrant #3 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
