Post by Donnie Harris on Nov 8, 2022 11:01:19 GMT -5
-Donnie Harris was officially signed, and the OCW letterhead was the hint. Apparently everything that had been put on the table by both Donnie’s people and the OCW brass was agreed upon, giving Donnie the shot at fame that he has been craving. Sure, people getting beaten up was fun, especially since he was the one who did the beating, but doing it for no money wasn’t worth it, considering he had to pay for his own bills.
Truth be told, he had a bit of a guilty conscience for guys sent to hospital, to take care of any concussions, broken limbs and whatever else.
Still in his BJJ gi, Donnie was in the locker room of the dojo he was training in when he received a phone call.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yeah, this is Donnie; what’s up?
-The caller was OCW staff, giving him some more information about what he needs to do, including possibly moving across the country: the OCW Arena is in Key West.-
)Donnie Harris(
Key West? At least it’s warmer than Utah. I think, by this time, I’d rather be anywhere but Utah... Okay, and who’s my opponent?
-The caller went into detail about the match. Since he was greener than grass, they were pairing him against one of the enhancement guys, particularly Rene McRae.-
)Donnie Harris(
Who the fuck is that supposed to be? Just a jobber? ...oh really? One of the jobbers has a win. Well, that’s good for him, I guess... Yeah, I’ll be more respectful; no I’m not sorry. Look, if you’re describing a guy as enhancement, even I know that I’m being prepared for a successful introduction to the company... I’ve been in MMA for a while, so I know what, wait... “enhancement” talent is good for. What do you expect me to do then?
-The staff member can be barely heard on the phone, as Donnie just stands there, his gi shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders.-
)Donnie Harris(
Look, I don’t care what you’re telling me that’s so special about this guy. If he wants to strut around the ring like some oiled up peacock, I’ll just punch him in the face and stand on his chest, or I’ll let the ref count. I really don’t care, dude... Gentle!? Look, if he’s going to slip free, I’m not wasting time or energy trying to wrestle.
-The voice becomes aggravated with Donnie’s attitude, words like “prick” and “bastard” coming through, and Donnie just laughs.-
)Donnie Harris(
Alright, you fucker, listen good: if he wants to be all lubricated before the match, I promise he will have at least a black eye by the time I’m done. I don’t care who he is, and anyone who wants to step up to me and mess about, they’re risking their careers. The only time I’ve pulled punches is when I know my opponent is falling. If Mr. McRae wants to flit around like a damn butterfly, or whatever he does, make sure he has a mouthguard, because he’s losing teeth if he tries fucking around, got that?
Truth be told, he had a bit of a guilty conscience for guys sent to hospital, to take care of any concussions, broken limbs and whatever else.
Still in his BJJ gi, Donnie was in the locker room of the dojo he was training in when he received a phone call.-
)Donnie Harris(
Yeah, this is Donnie; what’s up?
-The caller was OCW staff, giving him some more information about what he needs to do, including possibly moving across the country: the OCW Arena is in Key West.-
)Donnie Harris(
Key West? At least it’s warmer than Utah. I think, by this time, I’d rather be anywhere but Utah... Okay, and who’s my opponent?
-The caller went into detail about the match. Since he was greener than grass, they were pairing him against one of the enhancement guys, particularly Rene McRae.-
)Donnie Harris(
Who the fuck is that supposed to be? Just a jobber? ...oh really? One of the jobbers has a win. Well, that’s good for him, I guess... Yeah, I’ll be more respectful; no I’m not sorry. Look, if you’re describing a guy as enhancement, even I know that I’m being prepared for a successful introduction to the company... I’ve been in MMA for a while, so I know what, wait... “enhancement” talent is good for. What do you expect me to do then?
-The staff member can be barely heard on the phone, as Donnie just stands there, his gi shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders.-
)Donnie Harris(
Look, I don’t care what you’re telling me that’s so special about this guy. If he wants to strut around the ring like some oiled up peacock, I’ll just punch him in the face and stand on his chest, or I’ll let the ref count. I really don’t care, dude... Gentle!? Look, if he’s going to slip free, I’m not wasting time or energy trying to wrestle.
-The voice becomes aggravated with Donnie’s attitude, words like “prick” and “bastard” coming through, and Donnie just laughs.-
)Donnie Harris(
Alright, you fucker, listen good: if he wants to be all lubricated before the match, I promise he will have at least a black eye by the time I’m done. I don’t care who he is, and anyone who wants to step up to me and mess about, they’re risking their careers. The only time I’ve pulled punches is when I know my opponent is falling. If Mr. McRae wants to flit around like a damn butterfly, or whatever he does, make sure he has a mouthguard, because he’s losing teeth if he tries fucking around, got that?