Post by The Bradley Clan on Mar 6, 2013 23:05:01 GMT -5
Mike Bradley is working out with some independent wrestlers in Portland, Maine, getting ready for his Fatal 4-Way match with Genesis, Christopher Daniels, and John Cena on Primetime. He wraps up a sparring session by giving a Meta Theory to one unlucky individual and pinning him for the three-count.
"Come on, guys, give me a bit more of a challenge here! I need it!"
He shakes his head and takes a swig of Gatorade before hopping out of the ring and into the locker room. The indies step out of his way out of fear that he might flip out. He stops and looks a 6'6" 20-year-old in the eyes.
"You... you were all right. Put on another ten pounds and I'll see about getting you a deal."
He gets to his locker and bangs his fist on the door in frustration.
"Man, I don't know whether to feel good about my chances this week or not... it's just not the same facing these guys. Danielle puts up more of a fight than these guys, and she doesn't even go full-strength at me. Dammit!"
He buries his face in a towel and sighs, going through his mind for anything he can do to possibly get in the proper work to prepare for this big match.
"I can't just hop in my car and see Danielle all the time, that's eight hours of round-trip driving... Portland's the closest indy school... working out in the basement only goes so far..... AAAAGGHH!!!"
He pounds on the locker door in frustration again, denting it. He buries his face in his hands and almost begins to sob.
"I've put in too much effort to get short-changed again... I gotta prove I'm better than Genesis, I know I can beat Daniels and Cena... then there's Riot Control...you know. Screw it. I'm not losing this week, and I'm not losing the Riot Control match! I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ANYMORE! THIS IS MY TIME, DAMMIT!"
He wipes his eyes when his phone beeps. It's a text message from his wife, Jessica.
"Hey sweetie, when you get home, I'm making sour cream chicken. I know it's your favorite. :*"
A slight smile spreads across Mike's face.
"Oh honey, you always know how to cheer me up."
He packs up his gear and heads home.
