Post by Donnie Harris on Jan 20, 2023 13:16:53 GMT -5
-The scene is set: a funeral home, a closed casket in the middle of the room, adorned with the Catholic trappings that come with one of their faithful moving from one life to the next. There is only one person in the room, his head bowed. It was Donnie Harris.
Dressed in an all-black suit and tie, his demeanor stood out against the backdrop of floral wallpaper and other signs of peaceful passing. His expression was not one of sadness, but of anger: bridled all but barely, his face visibly contorted. Every muscle was clenched in an attempt to hold back who knows what ungodly force he bore, his eyes a deep red as tears welled up in them.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have nothing left...
-He covers his face, as if to hide his emotional outburst, but, as he moves his hands away, all there is is a diabolical smile.-
)Donnie Harris(
...is what I would be saying if that was true. I was gone for a long time, yes, because I lost someone I hold dear to me, but they’re gone now, and now I need to move on, move up; move forward.
-Donnie breathes a sigh of relief as the scene fades to black, leaving him under a spotlight.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m a fighter, born and raised to be one. I’ve been in the fighting game since childhood, and I kept on moving up from there. Sometimes I forget that, being in this professional sport. But I think it’s time to let the bodies hit the floor.
-The light expands its range, as more spotlights turn on; Donnie now, still in his full three-piece suit, stands in the centre of a hexagonal cage.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m not just some chump who decided that wrestling is better because they have a glass jaw; I’m not a washed-up, beat-up, fucked-up steroid abuser who moved on for the sake of slipping under the radar. I’m the real deal. I’m the one who came here of his own free will, knowing that the money and the competition are what matter. I’m here to eliminate anyone who gets in my way.
-Donnie begins to slowly remove his suit coat and shirt, taking off the cheaper-looking watch and throwing it aside. He stands in that hexagonal cage, the muscles in his torso flexed as he starts to put his gloves on.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m a brawler, first of all, and that’s what I’m paid to do. That’s what makes me famous; that’s what people want to see. That’s what flattened baby oil boy Rene McRae; that’s what put Strader’s ex-butch Mad Max on the mat. It will be no different with the party boy I’ll be punishing; judging by the amount of chew he’s got in his face, he’ll need a few stitches and a detox program to get all that tobacco out of his blood.
-Donnie makes sure the gloves are nice and tight, knuckles popping underneath the gloves. The camera moves back enough to get Donnie in full view, still wearing his suit pants and black shoes; the white of his socks are just barely visible.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m done bitching; I’m done whining; I’m done playing nice: I’m not paid enough to do any of those things. I’m paid to break bitches’ bones; I’m making big money to put the weak in their place, and I’m paid decent money to do exactly that. I will do exactly that.
-He takes a deep breath, reflecting on the last few weeks.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’ve been gone long enough. I’ve hid away for long enough. It’s about time I come back out of the shadows, and I’m coming out swinging.
Dressed in an all-black suit and tie, his demeanor stood out against the backdrop of floral wallpaper and other signs of peaceful passing. His expression was not one of sadness, but of anger: bridled all but barely, his face visibly contorted. Every muscle was clenched in an attempt to hold back who knows what ungodly force he bore, his eyes a deep red as tears welled up in them.-
)Donnie Harris(
I have nothing left...
-He covers his face, as if to hide his emotional outburst, but, as he moves his hands away, all there is is a diabolical smile.-
)Donnie Harris(
...is what I would be saying if that was true. I was gone for a long time, yes, because I lost someone I hold dear to me, but they’re gone now, and now I need to move on, move up; move forward.
-Donnie breathes a sigh of relief as the scene fades to black, leaving him under a spotlight.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m a fighter, born and raised to be one. I’ve been in the fighting game since childhood, and I kept on moving up from there. Sometimes I forget that, being in this professional sport. But I think it’s time to let the bodies hit the floor.
-The light expands its range, as more spotlights turn on; Donnie now, still in his full three-piece suit, stands in the centre of a hexagonal cage.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m not just some chump who decided that wrestling is better because they have a glass jaw; I’m not a washed-up, beat-up, fucked-up steroid abuser who moved on for the sake of slipping under the radar. I’m the real deal. I’m the one who came here of his own free will, knowing that the money and the competition are what matter. I’m here to eliminate anyone who gets in my way.
-Donnie begins to slowly remove his suit coat and shirt, taking off the cheaper-looking watch and throwing it aside. He stands in that hexagonal cage, the muscles in his torso flexed as he starts to put his gloves on.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m a brawler, first of all, and that’s what I’m paid to do. That’s what makes me famous; that’s what people want to see. That’s what flattened baby oil boy Rene McRae; that’s what put Strader’s ex-butch Mad Max on the mat. It will be no different with the party boy I’ll be punishing; judging by the amount of chew he’s got in his face, he’ll need a few stitches and a detox program to get all that tobacco out of his blood.
-Donnie makes sure the gloves are nice and tight, knuckles popping underneath the gloves. The camera moves back enough to get Donnie in full view, still wearing his suit pants and black shoes; the white of his socks are just barely visible.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m done bitching; I’m done whining; I’m done playing nice: I’m not paid enough to do any of those things. I’m paid to break bitches’ bones; I’m making big money to put the weak in their place, and I’m paid decent money to do exactly that. I will do exactly that.
-He takes a deep breath, reflecting on the last few weeks.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’ve been gone long enough. I’ve hid away for long enough. It’s about time I come back out of the shadows, and I’m coming out swinging.