Post by The Bradley Clan on Oct 8, 2013 14:26:58 GMT -5
Danielle Bradley is teaching a kickboxing class at her gym in Burlington, Massachusetts. She’s none too pleased with one of her students’ efforts.
“Dammit, Charlie, can you lift your leg ANY higher? Maybe you should wear looser shorts. Or better yet, you should start eating less so you can shed some weight! Jesus Christ!”
Charlie looks disheartened taking verbal abuse from Danielle.
“I’m only trying to help you, Charlie. You want to learn this stuff because it’s cool or do you want to get in shape? Take a break and get on the bike. You look like you could use the cardio.”
Charlie sinks his head and complies, getting on the bike while Danielle retreats to her office. She sinks into her chair and takes a swig of Gatorade before looking at the camera.
“Finally free from the clutches of a tag-team match with the worst team players since Terrell Owens, I get to show the world a preview of what’s in store for Mike and Carnage at Slammiversary. And it comes at the expense of El Arrendajo Ardiente, whatever the hell that means.”
“Listen, Alcoholics Anonymous, I know you want to tear out AJ Styles’s throat before Slammiversary. I know the feeling when it comes to Mike and Carnage. But you’re dealing with a much different animal here. You’ve never faced me. You’ve never even crossed paths with me. You better be prepare for the biggest test of your life short of your World Title match. Styles, if you’re watching this, you better send me a thank you card after I soften up this chump for you. Anyways, Alzheimer’s Association, you better not think I’m distracted by my upcoming title match. I will use you as an example to get a message across to my brother and Carnage: You better take me seriously, or I will make you wish you never stepped in the ring with me!”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on Charlie.”
