Post by The Bradley Clan on Oct 27, 2018 2:33:37 GMT -5
Danielle Bradley is training for the Dead or Alive go home episode of Primetime in her gym in Burlington, Massachusetts. Instead of the usual playlist of Run The Jewels, Dropkick Murphys and others, the only thing that's playing is recording after recording of wrestling journalists and podcasters ripping The Bradley Clan for their shoddy performance as of late. Phrases and words like “choke artists,” “no killer instinct,” “content” and “hypocrites” fill the discussion. Danielle continues bench pressing as the rage builds inside her, until one voice says…
“The Bradley Clan's return will go down as the biggest bust in wrestling history since the WCW Invasion.”
Danielle throws the bar and weights behind her out of fury, causing a loud crash and bang. Then she sits up quickly and lets out a mighty primal scream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!”
The other gym members look at her with concern. She looks around and then hangs her head.
“Alexa, stop.”
The recordings stop. Then she goes to her office and locks herself inside. Her chest heaving, she pounds down some Gstorade. Her heavy breathing causes some of it to spill out of her mouth. She finally comes down from her anger and sighs.
“I've been hearing the rumblings. The armchair bookers, clickbait YouTube channels, podcasters, journalists, insiders and talking heads saying The Bradley Clan can't win the Big One. From Stardom to Reina De Reinas to the Riot Match to twice in one night last week.”
She looks to the heavens and shakes her head.
“I'll admit, there’s some truth to that. Hell, probably more than just some. But there's 100% truth to this - in wrestling and in life, no matter how many times The Bradley Clan gets knocked down, be it heart failure, cancer, family fights, savage attacks, we get right back up, dust ourselves off, come back stronger than ever and continue to create our own opportunities!”
She sits back in her chair and puts her feet up, rewatching the end of her match against Hilton.
“Yeah, I blew it against Crystal Hilton or whatever her name is last week. But Reina De Reinas Cuatro is around the corner, and after she cost me in last year's tournament for reasons I'll never fully understand, I've got my eyes set on the prize again this year! And the first hurdle to clear is The Grand Zabrina. God, that's another name I hate. At least she's been around since we first joined the company…”
It occurs to Danielle to check on her phone to look at Zabrina's profile… and discovers she hasn't wrestled in four months..
“Oh, so somebody who hasn't been here in months shows up. Is that how far I've fallen? To be an enhancement talent for a triumphantly returning wrestler? Bullshit!”
She stands up and stares daggers into the camera.
“Zabrina, you should know that ring rust has never been a problem for The Bradley Clan. If I can defeat Randy Orton in my first match in two years, and my husband can pick up a tag team victory in his first ever match, then what does that say about your chances against a well-oiled… ahem… machine?”
“We talk about the tag team division welcome wagon running us over. Well, my own welcome wagon is gonna run your ass over, back up over your lifeless carcass, and do it again… and again and again AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!”
“The Bradley Clan gets knocked down. But never knocked out. We do things. Big things. Get used to us.”
And if you don’t know… now you know!
She bursts open the door of her office and returns to training.
