Post by Donnie Harris on Sept 13, 2024 12:41:03 GMT -5
-It was a thunderous, but uneventful, win in Ocala. Alexandria Duvall, just as she did in her debut, fell to Donnie Harris, but it was far from the way he wanted to win; count-out victories are barely victories at all, but, since she wanted to neglect her duty as a fighting champion, Donnie was more than happy to put her in her place the hard way: another brick in the wall of Donnie’s growing castle in Florida Wrestling Prestige.
Even as he stood in the ring, his arm raised in victory, Donnie could only glare at Duvall and Chloe Lauren, playing second fiddle to their little spat. Not to mention Tom Carradine being named her next opponent come Hallowed Grounds, she probably did the right thing to pull the dust-off, get out of the way of further punishment.
Donnie had quite the night to himself: getting Bia the win by distracting the self-righteous, pompous prick that is Avery Miles III; getting AM3 all to himself for Hallowed Grounds; beating Coastal Champion Alexandria Duvall. And he knew that Bia would want to celebrate that win too.
The card was interesting though, and Daytona Beach would be the battleground for it. As if to preserve two of the biggest matches on the card, Maverick Huntley decided to stick Carradine and Harris in a tag team match against each other. Their partners? Well, exactly; it was literally their partners. Carradine would be with Stella Basch and Donnie had Bia in his corner. Even on the billing, it posed the question of whether or not Bia and Donnie could co-exist against the two lovebirds.
Sure, there is a definitive challenge, considering Donnie hasn’t faced either Carradine or anyone from the Basch family, but now was as good a time as any to send that message to the whole brood: Donnie Harris doesn’t care who you are, because his foot makes all asses a one-size-fits-all situation.
And literally working with Bia was also going to be new. Sure, they had a good time together at the bar before the Ocala show, but otherwise Donnie was going to be running through quite a few new experiences with FWP being the way it is.
Donnie wasn’t interested with the newly unveiled Vortex Championship though. Of that much, he was certain.
Besides, the man has his plate full with opportunities and matches across the board. Between going through a table in Barcelona and bouncing a woman’s head hard against the steel of a dumpster with a Kinshasa, Donnie Harris was enjoying the career he carved out for himself. He always thinks about how recently he came into the business, and, if it wasn’t for his MMA experience, he would be so far behind the 8-ball, especially compared to those who have been in the sport since a younger age.
It’s why he respects the Basch clan, and Bia, and even Avery Miles, but he had to play his role. Florida wants him to be the villain, the bad guy.
Okay, he’ll be the bad guy. He relishes the opportunity for villainy. It might have been a slow climb to the top in EPW, but to have an established presence anywhere is a chance to establish the same presence, in any facet and any capacity. As long as he had the opportunity to succeed, to grow and be bigger, and to become a standard bearer wherever he goes, that’s all that mattered.
Well, it also mattered to become a Triple Crown champion, but time will lead up to it. Who knows? Maybe this union with Bia would pan out to FWP bringing in a set of tag team titles. All he would need to do is whip whichever person held the Coastal and Prestige titles, whether it was Duvall or Carradine; Aurora Graves or Kelsi Ross.
Just as Donnie had never been to LA, which he did last week, he has never gone to Daytona Beach, so he was looking forward to it, planning on being there for a week leading up to showtime. He hoped to get used to the heat, the time zone (for the sake of his sleep cycle), and otherwise just enjoy the tourist traps. Then again, autumn was creeping in. What did that mean? Prime weather instability time: Donnie once thought about being an amateur storm chaser, but that would have been a lot of money and time to spend, all with very little return to both. Plus he would have had his ass whipped for deviating even a second of thought to something that wasn’t fighting.
His father really was an ass.-
-The Pacific Ocean on the Malibu coast twinkled in the sunset, as the swells and breaks reflected the sun’s rays as the light slowly wanes. Donnie Harris walked through the sand of the beach barefoot, Birkenstocks in one hand and a light black hoodie slung over his shoulder, leaving the EPW World Champion and FWP contender in his white wife-beater tanktop and jorts. He stops and looks over the water, realizing that this was the third or fourth time that he has used water or nature as his backdrop. Then again, his last promo took place in Central Park.
The man was all over the country, as befitting a champion, present and future.-
)Donnie Harris(
I told you, Avery, that I would get my way. Did you honestly think that I was trying to work you over just for fun? No; see, the writing is on the wall, and that writing says that AM3 and Donnie Harris weren’t going to be anywhere near the main event, since that’s reserved for the Coastal and Prestige titles. However, I knew that, a name like mine put up next to a name like yours, would lead to some decent box office, butts in seats and what have you.
-Donnie moves up towards the water, dipping his feet in up to his shins, sighing deeply.-
)Donnie Harris(
Extreme prejudice is what I promised you, Avery, but one must practice, and what sucks is that I have to practice it by making examples of Tom Carradine and Stella Basch. Now I have more respect for you two than I do for AM3. After all, I honestly think you, Avery, were brought in just to make me look good, since you can sink so easily into a leg lock. And that knee just asks for punishment, because it’s a lingering injury: one you have never been able to shake. What does that mean for me? Well, it means that I can do exactly what Maverick told me to do: save the pain for between the bells.
-Donnie starts to walk along the sandbar, the water rippling against the lower halves of his legs, the cool salt water, making his tanned skin look a bit whiter than normal. His toes dig into the sand with each step.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I can’t waste my time talking about Hallowed Grounds so casually, can I? Because Alexandria Duvall decided to be fucking stupid and go after the commentating team, I got a break. You ran away from me, Duvall, and it was no different than that debut triple threat that I won; that’s right, I’m sure you remember, because you called it, and me, out. Well, you had your chance, and you wasted it. I hope Carradine gets to make you pay for it, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll be in good enough condition to face you, either him or his girlfriend, after Bia and I get our hands on them.
-He continues to walk through the water slowly, all alone on the beach. The wind catches his shirt like a flag, the linen moving gently in the ocean breeze.-
)Donnie Harris(
I extend my apologies to the Basch clan ahead of time, but, as you are a wrestling family, you must understand what I’m going to have to do in this match, and that is definitely going to involve no holding back on either Stella or Tom. I can’t hold back. I can’t afford to be nice. I have a man to emasculate, a competitor to reduce to nothing more than a pile of bruised flesh and broken bones with no leg to stand on. Will that mean I go after Stella and Tom with the same zeal for putting an end to their existences? Maybe, but I have to stick to my guns, be the Eliminator; it may mean that Tom is at a disadvantage going after Alexandria Duvall’s Coastal title, but, at the same time, we know the risks of our profession. If I have to, I will hurt you, Carradine; you’ll wish you went out by autoerotic asphyxiation instead of facing me. As for Stella, I don’t like the idea of violence against those that identify as women, but you identify as my opponent, Basch, and “bash” is exactly what I intend to do. I will batter, beat and bash anyone fool enough in my way, even if it’s my own partner.
-Donnie stops and smiles, shaking his head.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t think Bia is going to be a problem. I don’t think so at all. She knows what to do, knows her role in this match, and she won’t be in my way. She knows much better than to stand in the way of the most dominant male in Florida Wrestling Prestige, because she’d much rather stand beside me while running through the Coastal #1 contender and Stella Basch.
-Donnie nods, and he starts walking again. The camera dissolves to the sunset, as the last of the sunshine disappears over the horizon.-
Even as he stood in the ring, his arm raised in victory, Donnie could only glare at Duvall and Chloe Lauren, playing second fiddle to their little spat. Not to mention Tom Carradine being named her next opponent come Hallowed Grounds, she probably did the right thing to pull the dust-off, get out of the way of further punishment.
Donnie had quite the night to himself: getting Bia the win by distracting the self-righteous, pompous prick that is Avery Miles III; getting AM3 all to himself for Hallowed Grounds; beating Coastal Champion Alexandria Duvall. And he knew that Bia would want to celebrate that win too.
The card was interesting though, and Daytona Beach would be the battleground for it. As if to preserve two of the biggest matches on the card, Maverick Huntley decided to stick Carradine and Harris in a tag team match against each other. Their partners? Well, exactly; it was literally their partners. Carradine would be with Stella Basch and Donnie had Bia in his corner. Even on the billing, it posed the question of whether or not Bia and Donnie could co-exist against the two lovebirds.
Sure, there is a definitive challenge, considering Donnie hasn’t faced either Carradine or anyone from the Basch family, but now was as good a time as any to send that message to the whole brood: Donnie Harris doesn’t care who you are, because his foot makes all asses a one-size-fits-all situation.
And literally working with Bia was also going to be new. Sure, they had a good time together at the bar before the Ocala show, but otherwise Donnie was going to be running through quite a few new experiences with FWP being the way it is.
Donnie wasn’t interested with the newly unveiled Vortex Championship though. Of that much, he was certain.
Besides, the man has his plate full with opportunities and matches across the board. Between going through a table in Barcelona and bouncing a woman’s head hard against the steel of a dumpster with a Kinshasa, Donnie Harris was enjoying the career he carved out for himself. He always thinks about how recently he came into the business, and, if it wasn’t for his MMA experience, he would be so far behind the 8-ball, especially compared to those who have been in the sport since a younger age.
It’s why he respects the Basch clan, and Bia, and even Avery Miles, but he had to play his role. Florida wants him to be the villain, the bad guy.
Okay, he’ll be the bad guy. He relishes the opportunity for villainy. It might have been a slow climb to the top in EPW, but to have an established presence anywhere is a chance to establish the same presence, in any facet and any capacity. As long as he had the opportunity to succeed, to grow and be bigger, and to become a standard bearer wherever he goes, that’s all that mattered.
Well, it also mattered to become a Triple Crown champion, but time will lead up to it. Who knows? Maybe this union with Bia would pan out to FWP bringing in a set of tag team titles. All he would need to do is whip whichever person held the Coastal and Prestige titles, whether it was Duvall or Carradine; Aurora Graves or Kelsi Ross.
Just as Donnie had never been to LA, which he did last week, he has never gone to Daytona Beach, so he was looking forward to it, planning on being there for a week leading up to showtime. He hoped to get used to the heat, the time zone (for the sake of his sleep cycle), and otherwise just enjoy the tourist traps. Then again, autumn was creeping in. What did that mean? Prime weather instability time: Donnie once thought about being an amateur storm chaser, but that would have been a lot of money and time to spend, all with very little return to both. Plus he would have had his ass whipped for deviating even a second of thought to something that wasn’t fighting.
His father really was an ass.-
-The Pacific Ocean on the Malibu coast twinkled in the sunset, as the swells and breaks reflected the sun’s rays as the light slowly wanes. Donnie Harris walked through the sand of the beach barefoot, Birkenstocks in one hand and a light black hoodie slung over his shoulder, leaving the EPW World Champion and FWP contender in his white wife-beater tanktop and jorts. He stops and looks over the water, realizing that this was the third or fourth time that he has used water or nature as his backdrop. Then again, his last promo took place in Central Park.
The man was all over the country, as befitting a champion, present and future.-
)Donnie Harris(
I told you, Avery, that I would get my way. Did you honestly think that I was trying to work you over just for fun? No; see, the writing is on the wall, and that writing says that AM3 and Donnie Harris weren’t going to be anywhere near the main event, since that’s reserved for the Coastal and Prestige titles. However, I knew that, a name like mine put up next to a name like yours, would lead to some decent box office, butts in seats and what have you.
-Donnie moves up towards the water, dipping his feet in up to his shins, sighing deeply.-
)Donnie Harris(
Extreme prejudice is what I promised you, Avery, but one must practice, and what sucks is that I have to practice it by making examples of Tom Carradine and Stella Basch. Now I have more respect for you two than I do for AM3. After all, I honestly think you, Avery, were brought in just to make me look good, since you can sink so easily into a leg lock. And that knee just asks for punishment, because it’s a lingering injury: one you have never been able to shake. What does that mean for me? Well, it means that I can do exactly what Maverick told me to do: save the pain for between the bells.
-Donnie starts to walk along the sandbar, the water rippling against the lower halves of his legs, the cool salt water, making his tanned skin look a bit whiter than normal. His toes dig into the sand with each step.-
)Donnie Harris(
But I can’t waste my time talking about Hallowed Grounds so casually, can I? Because Alexandria Duvall decided to be fucking stupid and go after the commentating team, I got a break. You ran away from me, Duvall, and it was no different than that debut triple threat that I won; that’s right, I’m sure you remember, because you called it, and me, out. Well, you had your chance, and you wasted it. I hope Carradine gets to make you pay for it, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll be in good enough condition to face you, either him or his girlfriend, after Bia and I get our hands on them.
-He continues to walk through the water slowly, all alone on the beach. The wind catches his shirt like a flag, the linen moving gently in the ocean breeze.-
)Donnie Harris(
I extend my apologies to the Basch clan ahead of time, but, as you are a wrestling family, you must understand what I’m going to have to do in this match, and that is definitely going to involve no holding back on either Stella or Tom. I can’t hold back. I can’t afford to be nice. I have a man to emasculate, a competitor to reduce to nothing more than a pile of bruised flesh and broken bones with no leg to stand on. Will that mean I go after Stella and Tom with the same zeal for putting an end to their existences? Maybe, but I have to stick to my guns, be the Eliminator; it may mean that Tom is at a disadvantage going after Alexandria Duvall’s Coastal title, but, at the same time, we know the risks of our profession. If I have to, I will hurt you, Carradine; you’ll wish you went out by autoerotic asphyxiation instead of facing me. As for Stella, I don’t like the idea of violence against those that identify as women, but you identify as my opponent, Basch, and “bash” is exactly what I intend to do. I will batter, beat and bash anyone fool enough in my way, even if it’s my own partner.
-Donnie stops and smiles, shaking his head.-
)Donnie Harris(
I don’t think Bia is going to be a problem. I don’t think so at all. She knows what to do, knows her role in this match, and she won’t be in my way. She knows much better than to stand in the way of the most dominant male in Florida Wrestling Prestige, because she’d much rather stand beside me while running through the Coastal #1 contender and Stella Basch.
-Donnie nods, and he starts walking again. The camera dissolves to the sunset, as the last of the sunshine disappears over the horizon.-
