Stand Your Ground [Donnie Cross rp]
May 11, 2015 1:31:23 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on May 11, 2015 1:31:23 GMT -5
"Now I ain't ever been the biggest guy around." Donnie admitted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He wiped the beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, and then took a swig from the bottle of Poland Spring that rested on the ring apron near him. It was another day at the LDFC facilities, and as usual, he was hard at work; learning, practicing, getting better. The front of his gray LDFC t-shirt was drenched in sweat, and he looked fairly exhausted. After the long day of work that he'd put in, the look was definitely not deceiving.
"I mean, hell — look at me. I still ain't much." he said, glancing down and observing himself. "And 'fore I started hittin this here gym and bulkin up a bit, I was the tiniest thing you'da ever laid eyes on. Bree could tell ya. No matter where I found myself, I always seemed to be the shrimp of the bunch." He shrugged. "In my family. In school. And hell, even here." he said, pointing back towards the ring. "—but ya see, one thing my daddy always taught me, was that just cause I ain't the most intimidatin' thing round, it don't give people the right to walk all over me. He'd say, 'Donnie, if you give people an inch, they'll damn sure take a mile and if ya let'em think for one doggone second that they can walk all over ya, then sure enough they will."
"You stand your ground and you fight your fight, he’d say." Donovan recited with a nod. "And I always have, y'know? Stood my ground. Cause if there’s one thing I could never stand, it was a bully.” he frowned. “And I had to deal with my fair share over the years, believe me. For both Bree, and myself. They may have been bigger. They may have had me scared out my doggone mind, but I never backed down, not once, and I ain’t bout to start doin it now!” He declared, folding his arms across his chest. “Cause I see you two, Hans … and Liesl. I see the way that ya carry yourselves, and I hear the way that ya talk down to people. It ain’t right. It ain’t right at all.” He spat with disgust. “You two are nothing but bullies, and all you try to do is intimidate folk. Well that ain’t gon fly. Not with me and Bree it aint. You see, we’ve dealt with people like you our entire lives. People that have tried to push us around, and pick on us because they saw us as weaker…” he scoffed. “...and you’re going to find out the very same thing that they did."
He smiled.
"That we ain't the ones to mess with."
“So go ahead and make your threats. Let us know every little wicked thing you’ve got in store for us, but I reckon when May 13th rolls around, we’ll be right there, dead in the middle of that ring, standing our ground -- cause that’s what we do. That’s what we’ve always done, and that’s why we’re here. You ain’t gon bully me..." he said, vehemently shaking his head. “...and you damn sure ain’t gonna bully Bree either. Not on my watch ya ain’t.”
“Now, ya just might beat us. Lord knows you’re more than capable of it, but what ya won’t do…” he shook his head once more. “...is walk all over us.”
“Cause that is just something I can’t allow.”
“See ya in Gibsonville.”
"I mean, hell — look at me. I still ain't much." he said, glancing down and observing himself. "And 'fore I started hittin this here gym and bulkin up a bit, I was the tiniest thing you'da ever laid eyes on. Bree could tell ya. No matter where I found myself, I always seemed to be the shrimp of the bunch." He shrugged. "In my family. In school. And hell, even here." he said, pointing back towards the ring. "—but ya see, one thing my daddy always taught me, was that just cause I ain't the most intimidatin' thing round, it don't give people the right to walk all over me. He'd say, 'Donnie, if you give people an inch, they'll damn sure take a mile and if ya let'em think for one doggone second that they can walk all over ya, then sure enough they will."
"You stand your ground and you fight your fight, he’d say." Donovan recited with a nod. "And I always have, y'know? Stood my ground. Cause if there’s one thing I could never stand, it was a bully.” he frowned. “And I had to deal with my fair share over the years, believe me. For both Bree, and myself. They may have been bigger. They may have had me scared out my doggone mind, but I never backed down, not once, and I ain’t bout to start doin it now!” He declared, folding his arms across his chest. “Cause I see you two, Hans … and Liesl. I see the way that ya carry yourselves, and I hear the way that ya talk down to people. It ain’t right. It ain’t right at all.” He spat with disgust. “You two are nothing but bullies, and all you try to do is intimidate folk. Well that ain’t gon fly. Not with me and Bree it aint. You see, we’ve dealt with people like you our entire lives. People that have tried to push us around, and pick on us because they saw us as weaker…” he scoffed. “...and you’re going to find out the very same thing that they did."
He smiled.
"That we ain't the ones to mess with."
“So go ahead and make your threats. Let us know every little wicked thing you’ve got in store for us, but I reckon when May 13th rolls around, we’ll be right there, dead in the middle of that ring, standing our ground -- cause that’s what we do. That’s what we’ve always done, and that’s why we’re here. You ain’t gon bully me..." he said, vehemently shaking his head. “...and you damn sure ain’t gonna bully Bree either. Not on my watch ya ain’t.”
“Now, ya just might beat us. Lord knows you’re more than capable of it, but what ya won’t do…” he shook his head once more. “...is walk all over us.”
“Cause that is just something I can’t allow.”
“See ya in Gibsonville.”
