Post by Donnie Harris on Aug 10, 2024 20:23:07 GMT -5
-It was clear that FWP was taking Donnie Harris more seriously, especially after wading through two multi-competitor matches and coming up smelling like a winner. Five people got to feel the sting that came from facing The Eliminator, one of whom was Tatum Rose, and she was out on her ass in no time.
Thankfully, she seemed to be doing much better.
However, Donnie had his focus set. Even with rumors swirling around him regarding his future, he was stuck to the present, ever focusing on what to do to maintain his position wherever he is. Whether he was meant to lose or set to win, Donnie Harris needed to maintain his peak condition.
It didn’t matter who he felt he had to help, even if they were someone fooled into thinking they were saving money by going the cheap route. Donnie kept himself up, going and running, through his little acts of charity, through his polite and respectful treatment of peers and pissants alike on Twitter, through his relentless treatment of himself in the gym and out on the road. He ran, he lifted weights, he ate like a king; he did everything in his power, apart from his humor being a bit black and broken, to keep his whole being in solid working order.
Travel was the only true agony, needing to be across the country to perform multiple times every couple of weeks, but it didn’t deter Donnie. It had him missing the people closest to him, but it was for a good cause every so often, and it meant that Donnie could, when he felt ready, move on with life and earn real world money, as opposed to the fantasyland money he earned by being a professional wrestler.
It was all about the grind, and Donnie was used to that for a very long time, all thanks to an addictive and forced work ethic that he has never been able to shake, for better or worse. Did anyone else suffer for his father’s brutal teaching? Thankfully not, because Donnie only did what needed to be done, and it made him relatively happy.
He just needed to stop reflecting on what it took to make him what he became, what brought him to the dance; the people that did nothing except force him into greatness without taking a second to let him be himself, forced him into an identity that he could have done on his own.
The stress did wake him up some nights, and he would end up heading out of his hotel or motel room, depending on how he was feeling, and he would go running. Didn’t matter where in the country he was, as he would make it so that he had no choice but to wake up, with a warm shower and iron pumping session. Did he nap? Sure, but he would do that only during his rest periods. Otherwise, he would go as long as his sleep would allow. There were days, especially early on before the shows, where he would be up long before the crack of dawn, and then he would just run, and, after running, he would be hitting the weights.
His life became method and routine, allowing all the happenings in between to fall in according to his schedule.
And, somehow, it still worked. There was little to no time for variation or spontaneity, unless there could be. Even with Donnie bouncing between cities, between whatever state and Florida, it still worked, and it scared Donnie.
Donnie was still in Richmond, walking the streets in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that bore his likeness, sold by EPW so at least he was making sure he represented himself as champion, something he was hoping to continue carrying throughout his career. The street was empty, another late night as described earlier, but he didn’t bother with the running. He wanted to enjoy the fresh air, the cool breeze on his face rather than feeling the sweat running down his body.-
)Donnie Harris(
Okay, Florida, and everyone else watching FWP programming, you have all had a chance to see what The Eliminator is capable of. A total of five competitors have felt the sting of defeat at my hands, and the tally will continue to climb, higher and higher, as I continue my quest for the Prestige Championship. The newest signee that FWP wants to put in my path is a former champion, and he is otherwise respected and I will give him his due, as he has held a fine array of championships, between NGW, IPW and GoL; his greatest work was apparently with Guerreros of Lucha, being a King of Kings champion and a hall-of-famer. Avery Miles the Third, it is an impressive resume, and, to you, sir, I offered my sincerest respect.
-Donnie folds his hands together in a respectful gesture as he bows his head, but his folded hands slowly separate into balled fists, his eyes hardening their gaze into the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
But, for all your accolades, your claims to fame, your acknowledgements, these are more akin to past awards. They were given to you in your prime, when you were at the peak of your skills, when you were able to hang with the kids. You are looking at someone who represents not just one, but three. This is a pressure that you understand, but you were then, as I am now, understood and respected. While your respect has brought you to the dance here, I am the one who will be controlling the music in due time. I will be the one unseating Aurora Graves as Prestige Champion and I will earn my Triple Crown. That is my purpose and my goal in Florida Wrestling Prestige.
-Donnie’s hands loosen as he walks, sticking them into his pockets with his thumbs in the belt loops, as casual as one could walk.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m ready to do what it takes, as hard as I have to work, as much punishment as I will endure. It is all for the sake of victory, all for the sake of fulfilling my purpose and reaching the pinnacle of the professional wrestling business, becoming the epitome of the sport. I will not allow anything else for myself, and, frankly, I’ll do whatever I need to do. Doesn’t matter who I hurt, who I destroy, who I eliminate; everyone is going to respect, acknowledge, even praise Donnie Harris, because I am the one who will take over this house, and I will be in control before long.
-Donnie walks off and out of frame, the camera slowly fading to black.-
Thankfully, she seemed to be doing much better.
However, Donnie had his focus set. Even with rumors swirling around him regarding his future, he was stuck to the present, ever focusing on what to do to maintain his position wherever he is. Whether he was meant to lose or set to win, Donnie Harris needed to maintain his peak condition.
It didn’t matter who he felt he had to help, even if they were someone fooled into thinking they were saving money by going the cheap route. Donnie kept himself up, going and running, through his little acts of charity, through his polite and respectful treatment of peers and pissants alike on Twitter, through his relentless treatment of himself in the gym and out on the road. He ran, he lifted weights, he ate like a king; he did everything in his power, apart from his humor being a bit black and broken, to keep his whole being in solid working order.
Travel was the only true agony, needing to be across the country to perform multiple times every couple of weeks, but it didn’t deter Donnie. It had him missing the people closest to him, but it was for a good cause every so often, and it meant that Donnie could, when he felt ready, move on with life and earn real world money, as opposed to the fantasyland money he earned by being a professional wrestler.
It was all about the grind, and Donnie was used to that for a very long time, all thanks to an addictive and forced work ethic that he has never been able to shake, for better or worse. Did anyone else suffer for his father’s brutal teaching? Thankfully not, because Donnie only did what needed to be done, and it made him relatively happy.
He just needed to stop reflecting on what it took to make him what he became, what brought him to the dance; the people that did nothing except force him into greatness without taking a second to let him be himself, forced him into an identity that he could have done on his own.
The stress did wake him up some nights, and he would end up heading out of his hotel or motel room, depending on how he was feeling, and he would go running. Didn’t matter where in the country he was, as he would make it so that he had no choice but to wake up, with a warm shower and iron pumping session. Did he nap? Sure, but he would do that only during his rest periods. Otherwise, he would go as long as his sleep would allow. There were days, especially early on before the shows, where he would be up long before the crack of dawn, and then he would just run, and, after running, he would be hitting the weights.
His life became method and routine, allowing all the happenings in between to fall in according to his schedule.
And, somehow, it still worked. There was little to no time for variation or spontaneity, unless there could be. Even with Donnie bouncing between cities, between whatever state and Florida, it still worked, and it scared Donnie.
Donnie was still in Richmond, walking the streets in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that bore his likeness, sold by EPW so at least he was making sure he represented himself as champion, something he was hoping to continue carrying throughout his career. The street was empty, another late night as described earlier, but he didn’t bother with the running. He wanted to enjoy the fresh air, the cool breeze on his face rather than feeling the sweat running down his body.-
)Donnie Harris(
Okay, Florida, and everyone else watching FWP programming, you have all had a chance to see what The Eliminator is capable of. A total of five competitors have felt the sting of defeat at my hands, and the tally will continue to climb, higher and higher, as I continue my quest for the Prestige Championship. The newest signee that FWP wants to put in my path is a former champion, and he is otherwise respected and I will give him his due, as he has held a fine array of championships, between NGW, IPW and GoL; his greatest work was apparently with Guerreros of Lucha, being a King of Kings champion and a hall-of-famer. Avery Miles the Third, it is an impressive resume, and, to you, sir, I offered my sincerest respect.
-Donnie folds his hands together in a respectful gesture as he bows his head, but his folded hands slowly separate into balled fists, his eyes hardening their gaze into the camera.-
)Donnie Harris(
But, for all your accolades, your claims to fame, your acknowledgements, these are more akin to past awards. They were given to you in your prime, when you were at the peak of your skills, when you were able to hang with the kids. You are looking at someone who represents not just one, but three. This is a pressure that you understand, but you were then, as I am now, understood and respected. While your respect has brought you to the dance here, I am the one who will be controlling the music in due time. I will be the one unseating Aurora Graves as Prestige Champion and I will earn my Triple Crown. That is my purpose and my goal in Florida Wrestling Prestige.
-Donnie’s hands loosen as he walks, sticking them into his pockets with his thumbs in the belt loops, as casual as one could walk.-
)Donnie Harris(
I’m ready to do what it takes, as hard as I have to work, as much punishment as I will endure. It is all for the sake of victory, all for the sake of fulfilling my purpose and reaching the pinnacle of the professional wrestling business, becoming the epitome of the sport. I will not allow anything else for myself, and, frankly, I’ll do whatever I need to do. Doesn’t matter who I hurt, who I destroy, who I eliminate; everyone is going to respect, acknowledge, even praise Donnie Harris, because I am the one who will take over this house, and I will be in control before long.
-Donnie walks off and out of frame, the camera slowly fading to black.-
