Post by The Bradley Clan on Apr 15, 2018 23:14:25 GMT -5
The camera opens to a dimly lit room. Four hooded figures can vaguely be seen. A light comes on above them to show The Bradley Clan in their riot gear - black hoodies, glasses, caps and bandanas. Each of them is holding the remains of their kendo sticks that were broken in the Survivor Series match from the last Primetime.
“How dumb are The Machine, really?”
“Authoritarian regimes like them are supposed to be better at stifling revolution and dissent, right?”
“Apparently not. Because they think that breaking our kendo sticks…”
Kris holds up the fragments of his kendo stick.
“Is tantamount to breaking our spirits.”
“Please. Losing on the last Primetime means nothing to us. What’s the worst they’re going to do? Put us in the top four slots of the Riot Match?”
Mike speaks in a monotone voice. “Oh no, that means we have to beat 26 other - ahem - “superstars.” What ever will we do.”
“Well, we’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna pick apart and make an example out of every single one of those unfortunate souls until there’s just the four of us left! Then we’ll turn that shitshow into a five star match with the four of us putting on a wrestling clinic!”
“And we’re gonna take a huge step towards that when we claim two huge victories this week on Primetime!”
“You see, if The Machine was smart, they wouldn't give us these openings. If they actually put effort into stopping us, we wouldn’t be in the Tag Title Match. And Mike wouldn’t have three unsavory types alone with him in a cage. But they gave us that window. And we’re going to blast through it!”
“Did we underestimate Bobbi Jackson and the Frosts when we faced them in the Stardom Classic? Yes. We did. But we also had that damn match won until Wimp & Shrimp Security decided to cop a feel on Jesse and Danielle! Without those rat bastards in the picture, we’ve got our sights squarely focused on them!”
“And Knightmare, Inc… Boys, you’ve been making a lot of enemies lately. Hell, we know what that’s like. People don’t like us because we’re loud. Yeah, but we also fucking back it up! You guys are just as conniving as the Rocketts, while only being slightly more physically imposing!”
“The Bradleys’ success comes most often in triple threat and other multi-person matches. You know why? Because when we say #PrepareForChaos, we mean it! We live chaos! We breathe chaos! We create chaos! We thrive where others choke in those situations!”
“And speaking of multi-person matches, then there’s Mike’s task of a Fatal Four Way steel cage match against Carnage, Casey Cortez and Doombringer…”
Mike gets up from his chair and walks towards the camera. He holds up a photo of Carnage.
“Carnage, we’ve offered you a spot in our Consortium to take down The Machine. We know you’ve been wronged by them. We’ve offered you our support. But you don’t seem to respect what we’re capable of, or realize what we can do together. You didn’t stab us in the back, you didn’t personally wrong us, so are you our enemy? No. But at Primetime, you are my opponent, and so I must beat you.”
He crumples up the photo and throws it away. Then he holds up a photo of Casey Cortez.
“Casey, I’ve put your sister through a verbal and physical blender more times than I can count. Maybe you’ve learned a lesson from that where she hasn’t, because yeah, you got me to tap out. And that pisses me off! And I realize your family and mine aren’t that much different after all. We’re both loud. We’re both persistent. We both want to be on top of this company. But your family is cucked by The Machine. My family exists to destroy it. And so I must beat you.”
He tears the photo in half. Then he holds up a photo of Doombringer.
“Doombringer, you fucking fossil. What are you still doing here? What happens if I hit you with the Final Boss? Do you turn into a pile of dust on the spot? What happens if I put you in the ankle lock? Does your leg come off in my hands? What is your motivation? What do you want from us? What do you want from The Machine? Your presence makes me uncomfortable. Not because of your fake spooky bullshit, but because you are clearly confused. And so… old man… not only must I beat you, I must put you of your misery.”
He lights the photo on fire, drops it and squishes it with his foot. The rest of the Bradley Clan walks forward.
“A huge night for us Bradleys coming up. Then again, whenever we show up, every night is a huge night.”
“Everybody in the whole damn company better take notes on what happens this week…”
“Because that, and Riot Control, is going to be a taste of what’s to come for a loooooong time in this company!”
And if you don’t know… now you know!
Then Mike covers the camera with a black sheet.
