Post by The Bradley Clan on Mar 23, 2015 8:33:52 GMT -5
The scene opens to Danielle Bradley working out at her gym in Burlington, Mass. After finishing on the punching bag, she sits down, takes a swig of Gatorade, and sighs.
“When I came to GZWA, it was to defend my brother’s honor after being attacked by Randy Orton and Justice and getting screwed out of a title shot. I showed up to a pay-per-view for my first match in two and a half years, and kicked his ass so bad that he left the company!”
She caps her Gatorade and tosses it to the side.
“Since then, I’ll admit things have been pretty rocky. I turned on my brother, challenged him for the TV Title, mended that bridge, helped him dispatch Amanda Cortez, and finally picked up another signature win with two eliminations in the Survivor Series match at Dead or Alive. I may not light up the scoreboard, but when I’m in the ring, I show the world how I’m the best woman wrestler in the world - I don’t need the Vixens Championship to know that deep down in my heart, I can do anything a man does in the squared circle, and the rest of the valets on this roster can’t hold a fucking candle to me!”
Then she hangs her head and sighs.
“But clearly the bookers don’t see it that way, and now they’re forcing me into the Queen of Queens Tournament… OH GOD, I hate just the name!”
Danielle gags a little bit at the thought and shakes her head before resuming.
“So I thought about it, and I said, ‘You know what? Fine. I’m going to make an example out of the rest of the women in this company, and when I leave a trail of sparkly bikinis in my wake, the bookers will have no choice but to put me back in the race for a REAL title!’"
She hops up from her chair and goes over to the leg press machine, puts 300 pounds on it, and goes to work.
“So Alice Shadow… you think that photo of me you found… invalidates my criticism of women wrestlers?... You miss the point entirely… I can look sexy… but I’m more concerned about kicking ass!... I’m a better athlete than all of you… I’ve taken on way tougher competition… You’ve seen me do it… and now you’re going to feel it first hand!”
She stops to catch her breath, then goes to do some squats.
“If I've said it once... I've said it a thousand times... I'm not a valet... I'm not a 'diva'... and I'm certainly not a 'vixen!'... You know what I am?... I'm a WRESTLER... and I expect to be treated as such!"
After a couple more reps, she drops the weight, and catches her breath again.
"The rest of these candy cane blow-up dolls wouldn't last 30 seconds in the ring with the kind of talent I know I can take on! If I can take out veterans like Orton, Tyler Storm, and Jade Wylder, you know I can tear apart a frail rookie like you, Alice! So you and the rest of the so-called 'vixens' can keep thinking I'm all talk, because after Primetime, Alice won’t live here anymore!”
And if you don’t know… now you know!
Danielle throws a towel over the camera and the scene fades to black.
