Post by The Bradley Clan on Oct 1, 2014 17:11:37 GMT -5
Danielle Bradley is in the office of her gym in Burlington, MA. She’s on the phone with Mike.
“So how’s she doing?... Well that’s good to hear… Wow, you guys really dodged a bullet… Only a few weeks? I’m so glad… Tell Jessica I said get well soon, and that my thoughts are with her… Oh?... Yeah, I understand, you got way more important things to worry about… Listen, don’t even think about the MisFits. I got this shit. I’ll soften Amanda up for you… Thanks, little brother…. All right, I love you. Bye.”
She hangs up the phone, then hunches over her desk with an exasperated sigh. Then she turns her head to the camera.
“Dear Amanda Cortez and the MisFits… I’ve got some bad news. Mike isn’t going to be at PrimeTime this week. You see, his wife Jessica was recently diagnosed with leukemia, and he isn’t exactly focused on wrestling right now. So you won’t get to throw your childish jabs at his sexual orientation in person. So sad, I know.”
She gets up and motions to the camera to follow her into the gym.
“But don’t worry, you get to deal with me this week. Yeah. Four-on-one. I bet you’re licking your filthy fucking chops at the prospect. But don't get too exicted, bitch. I mean, seriously, do I look like someone who’s intimidated by your type? Or by any type? I taught Mike everything he knows, but not everything I know, and I know you’re scared of what he’ll be bringing to the table at Dead or Alive, so you should be AT LEAST as scared of me this week!”
Danielle rolls into the ring where four male wrestlers, all at least six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than her, are waiting for her.
“And if you think the four of you can manhandle me… just watch this!”
A bell rings, and the four male wrestlers begin to surround her and wail on her. Danielle kicks one of them in the knee, elbows another in the solar plexus, uppercuts a third in the jaw, and begins to wrench the arm of the fourth. As the first three recover and charge back at her, she delivers a backcracker to the one she had in the arm bar, then dares the other three to follow her. She delivers several right hands to one of them, then tosses him out of the ring. Then she delivers several sharp kicks to the back of the knee of a second, then dropkicks him out of the ring. The third winds up for a clothesline, but Danielle pulls down the top rope, which sends him tumbling over the rope on top of the other two men. She sizes up the fallen combatants, then springboards onto the top rope and delivers a picture perfect D-Bomb onto them just as they start to come to. With all four men down for the count, Danielle marches back to the camera.
“YOU SEE THIS, CORTEZ?! YOU DON’T FUCK WITH A BRADLEY!! YOU CAN’T BEAT MY BROTHER ONE-ON-ONE, AND YOU CERTAINLY WON’T BE ABLE TO BEAT ME IN THE SAME SITUATION!! WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU, YOU’LL BE SOFTER THAN YOU ALREADY ARE, AND COME DEAD OR ALIVE, MY BROTHER IS GOING TO MAKE YOU FUCKING CRY AND TAKE BACK WHAT’S RIGHTFULLY HIS, AND THAT’S THE GZWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
She takes a couple of deep breaths and stares into the camera.
"Sincerely... The Guru, Danielle Bradley."
Then the camera goes black as she lets out a battle shout.
“So how’s she doing?... Well that’s good to hear… Wow, you guys really dodged a bullet… Only a few weeks? I’m so glad… Tell Jessica I said get well soon, and that my thoughts are with her… Oh?... Yeah, I understand, you got way more important things to worry about… Listen, don’t even think about the MisFits. I got this shit. I’ll soften Amanda up for you… Thanks, little brother…. All right, I love you. Bye.”
She hangs up the phone, then hunches over her desk with an exasperated sigh. Then she turns her head to the camera.
“Dear Amanda Cortez and the MisFits… I’ve got some bad news. Mike isn’t going to be at PrimeTime this week. You see, his wife Jessica was recently diagnosed with leukemia, and he isn’t exactly focused on wrestling right now. So you won’t get to throw your childish jabs at his sexual orientation in person. So sad, I know.”
She gets up and motions to the camera to follow her into the gym.
“But don’t worry, you get to deal with me this week. Yeah. Four-on-one. I bet you’re licking your filthy fucking chops at the prospect. But don't get too exicted, bitch. I mean, seriously, do I look like someone who’s intimidated by your type? Or by any type? I taught Mike everything he knows, but not everything I know, and I know you’re scared of what he’ll be bringing to the table at Dead or Alive, so you should be AT LEAST as scared of me this week!”
Danielle rolls into the ring where four male wrestlers, all at least six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than her, are waiting for her.
“And if you think the four of you can manhandle me… just watch this!”
A bell rings, and the four male wrestlers begin to surround her and wail on her. Danielle kicks one of them in the knee, elbows another in the solar plexus, uppercuts a third in the jaw, and begins to wrench the arm of the fourth. As the first three recover and charge back at her, she delivers a backcracker to the one she had in the arm bar, then dares the other three to follow her. She delivers several right hands to one of them, then tosses him out of the ring. Then she delivers several sharp kicks to the back of the knee of a second, then dropkicks him out of the ring. The third winds up for a clothesline, but Danielle pulls down the top rope, which sends him tumbling over the rope on top of the other two men. She sizes up the fallen combatants, then springboards onto the top rope and delivers a picture perfect D-Bomb onto them just as they start to come to. With all four men down for the count, Danielle marches back to the camera.
“YOU SEE THIS, CORTEZ?! YOU DON’T FUCK WITH A BRADLEY!! YOU CAN’T BEAT MY BROTHER ONE-ON-ONE, AND YOU CERTAINLY WON’T BE ABLE TO BEAT ME IN THE SAME SITUATION!! WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU, YOU’LL BE SOFTER THAN YOU ALREADY ARE, AND COME DEAD OR ALIVE, MY BROTHER IS GOING TO MAKE YOU FUCKING CRY AND TAKE BACK WHAT’S RIGHTFULLY HIS, AND THAT’S THE GZWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
She takes a couple of deep breaths and stares into the camera.
"Sincerely... The Guru, Danielle Bradley."
Then the camera goes black as she lets out a battle shout.
