Post by Donnie Harris on Jul 22, 2024 15:31:13 GMT -5
-What a wild ride it has been since last week. Between winning the EPW World Heavyweight Championship and winning his first match in FWP, Donnie Harris has been feeling a touch ragged. It also didn’t help, while also helping, to have spent the last week not doing much more than be with a very beautiful blonde.
Such is life.
However, Donnie knew he had to get himself back up to speed, as the email came through from Florida Wrestling Prestige of his next bout, and it was mostly more of the same as Scion.
At FWP PRIME, Donnie Harris was signed to a match against three other competitors: Grayson Vex; Nathaniel Dixon; Jacob Walker.
It would be a fresh match against a fresh batch of guys that Donnie hadn’t seen before. After all, that’s why he was in FWP in the first place.
Fresh meat, fresh blood, new competition: while he loved EPW and was more than happy to represent it as the World Champion, it was mostly the same faces, same places, and he was the one to start change. He had to be; he’s THE champ. Wherever he went, whoever he faced, he was the one carrying the weight of the standard to and for any and all. It was a willing burden, and it IS the symbol of all the efforts he has pushed so far.
And now, he was basking in the glow of champions, knowing that he is responsible for making waves in EPW. Thankfully he was able to take a break, relax a bit, but the bug bites hard, and Donnie needed to move, to shake, to get things rolling.
He knew he couldn’t leave Florida yet, but Hartford was also calling. Thankfully, EPW only had him in a speaking capacity, so he was going to be able to get back to Florida with time to spare before his match, with how high up the card it was. It was a good thing that he traveled alone, for now. Through some talks with a new friend, he has since enlisted a new manager in EPW.
Fingers crossed it works out with her, and no, it wasn’t his own girlfriend; she has her own life and they were already figuring out what to do about Donnie’s traveling, especially when Zion Wrestling comes calling. For now, the insanity was exactly what Donnie needed to try settling his mind. Right now, the break time is a treasure, but he was excited to get back into the thick, whether it’s fighting for a top prize or fighting to keep that top prize:
Donnie Harris is ready to welcome any and all comers.-
-The sound of the ocean lapping the sand opens the scene, the sunset shining against the Florida skyline at Carrabelle Beach. Against the fading sun was another silhouette passing by the frame, the pacing slow and easy, as if each step was allowed to sink into the sand. The camera fades out to display Donnie Harris, walking alone and barefoot, white button-down shirt and red and black board shorts worn, one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a pair of flip flops.-
)Donnie Harris(
It only takes one match to prove supremacy in this industry: one fall to the finish, every time, leaving one winner and a host of failures. For me, failure is not an option. I have a reputation to uphold, not just as a standard wrestler in an industry that’s based upon one-ups-man-ship and cutthroat business practice, but as a world champion where I primarily perform. Now, I’m not saying I’m going into PRIME with a half-assed view of FWP; I’m just stating facts.
-Donnie’s feet get submerged gently as the water from the Gulf of Mexico climbs up onto the beach, slowly receding as the tide continues to wash over the sand. The crowds were already starting to die down, so Donnie had free reign over his little walk of solitude.-
)Donnie Harris(
No man is an island. He is either an archipelago or a peninsula; he is either grouped up with multiple other little islands or part of a larger, encompassing landmass. The latter defines the very state of Florida, whereas I accept existing as the former: an island afloat among other islands. I exist to be bigger, to continue to grow, to do what it takes to cause my body to grow and increase in size and mass until I am the main body, swallowing any and all that stand before or against me. This is what sums up my time in EPW, and it will be used to describe my time with my competition everywhere else. I do accept losing, but I will not accept anything but the best. This is why I came to FWP: to find and face the best and, inevitably, become the best. That is my purpose; that is my goal. While there will be roadblocks and other obstacles, they will not last forever. I am still going to push past them, push through them; climb up and over whatever and whomever I must to reach that pinnacle, or that peak.
-Donnie’s pace gets a bit faster, as his passion comes out, but his footsteps are still gentle, barely indenting the wet sand as his feet splash in the rising tide.-
)Donnie Harris(
I will come on like the tide: inevitable, unavoidable, overwhelming, neverending. I will continue to rise wherever and however I can to surpass whatever is in my way. Just because I’m a World Champion in one place, that doesn’t mean I can relax. That doesn’t mean I can take it easy. The rest of the world still needs to recognize me. My EPW world is a small one, but that’s where I step out of one spotlight into another, and then there will be two spotlights on me. And I will continue to do this until all I can see and feel are those spotlights. Then, I will have the recognition of those that need to acknowledge my ability and capacity for greatness. I may be supreme in one place, but I can easily be seen as a failure in FWP. Even still, there is no quit in me, not like Tatum Rose, who I wish didn’t leave the way she did, but she did, and I will just take that spot, take her capability into myself and use it to promote myself further. I can’t afford to take it easy, and I won’t. However, for now, while I can enjoy life, I will, because I have done something great, and one needs rest to be able to do greater things. See you guys at FWP PRIME.
-The scene ends as quietly as it started: gentle waves from a rising tide, footsteps through the sand, the splashing of said steps in the tide. The camera turns to follow Donnie a short distance before it stops, slowly fading to black as the sun continues to dip over the horizon.-
Such is life.
However, Donnie knew he had to get himself back up to speed, as the email came through from Florida Wrestling Prestige of his next bout, and it was mostly more of the same as Scion.
At FWP PRIME, Donnie Harris was signed to a match against three other competitors: Grayson Vex; Nathaniel Dixon; Jacob Walker.
It would be a fresh match against a fresh batch of guys that Donnie hadn’t seen before. After all, that’s why he was in FWP in the first place.
Fresh meat, fresh blood, new competition: while he loved EPW and was more than happy to represent it as the World Champion, it was mostly the same faces, same places, and he was the one to start change. He had to be; he’s THE champ. Wherever he went, whoever he faced, he was the one carrying the weight of the standard to and for any and all. It was a willing burden, and it IS the symbol of all the efforts he has pushed so far.
And now, he was basking in the glow of champions, knowing that he is responsible for making waves in EPW. Thankfully he was able to take a break, relax a bit, but the bug bites hard, and Donnie needed to move, to shake, to get things rolling.
He knew he couldn’t leave Florida yet, but Hartford was also calling. Thankfully, EPW only had him in a speaking capacity, so he was going to be able to get back to Florida with time to spare before his match, with how high up the card it was. It was a good thing that he traveled alone, for now. Through some talks with a new friend, he has since enlisted a new manager in EPW.
Fingers crossed it works out with her, and no, it wasn’t his own girlfriend; she has her own life and they were already figuring out what to do about Donnie’s traveling, especially when Zion Wrestling comes calling. For now, the insanity was exactly what Donnie needed to try settling his mind. Right now, the break time is a treasure, but he was excited to get back into the thick, whether it’s fighting for a top prize or fighting to keep that top prize:
Donnie Harris is ready to welcome any and all comers.-
-The sound of the ocean lapping the sand opens the scene, the sunset shining against the Florida skyline at Carrabelle Beach. Against the fading sun was another silhouette passing by the frame, the pacing slow and easy, as if each step was allowed to sink into the sand. The camera fades out to display Donnie Harris, walking alone and barefoot, white button-down shirt and red and black board shorts worn, one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a pair of flip flops.-
)Donnie Harris(
It only takes one match to prove supremacy in this industry: one fall to the finish, every time, leaving one winner and a host of failures. For me, failure is not an option. I have a reputation to uphold, not just as a standard wrestler in an industry that’s based upon one-ups-man-ship and cutthroat business practice, but as a world champion where I primarily perform. Now, I’m not saying I’m going into PRIME with a half-assed view of FWP; I’m just stating facts.
-Donnie’s feet get submerged gently as the water from the Gulf of Mexico climbs up onto the beach, slowly receding as the tide continues to wash over the sand. The crowds were already starting to die down, so Donnie had free reign over his little walk of solitude.-
)Donnie Harris(
No man is an island. He is either an archipelago or a peninsula; he is either grouped up with multiple other little islands or part of a larger, encompassing landmass. The latter defines the very state of Florida, whereas I accept existing as the former: an island afloat among other islands. I exist to be bigger, to continue to grow, to do what it takes to cause my body to grow and increase in size and mass until I am the main body, swallowing any and all that stand before or against me. This is what sums up my time in EPW, and it will be used to describe my time with my competition everywhere else. I do accept losing, but I will not accept anything but the best. This is why I came to FWP: to find and face the best and, inevitably, become the best. That is my purpose; that is my goal. While there will be roadblocks and other obstacles, they will not last forever. I am still going to push past them, push through them; climb up and over whatever and whomever I must to reach that pinnacle, or that peak.
-Donnie’s pace gets a bit faster, as his passion comes out, but his footsteps are still gentle, barely indenting the wet sand as his feet splash in the rising tide.-
)Donnie Harris(
I will come on like the tide: inevitable, unavoidable, overwhelming, neverending. I will continue to rise wherever and however I can to surpass whatever is in my way. Just because I’m a World Champion in one place, that doesn’t mean I can relax. That doesn’t mean I can take it easy. The rest of the world still needs to recognize me. My EPW world is a small one, but that’s where I step out of one spotlight into another, and then there will be two spotlights on me. And I will continue to do this until all I can see and feel are those spotlights. Then, I will have the recognition of those that need to acknowledge my ability and capacity for greatness. I may be supreme in one place, but I can easily be seen as a failure in FWP. Even still, there is no quit in me, not like Tatum Rose, who I wish didn’t leave the way she did, but she did, and I will just take that spot, take her capability into myself and use it to promote myself further. I can’t afford to take it easy, and I won’t. However, for now, while I can enjoy life, I will, because I have done something great, and one needs rest to be able to do greater things. See you guys at FWP PRIME.
-The scene ends as quietly as it started: gentle waves from a rising tide, footsteps through the sand, the splashing of said steps in the tide. The camera turns to follow Donnie a short distance before it stops, slowly fading to black as the sun continues to dip over the horizon.-