Post by Mike & Danielle on Apr 18, 2016 16:05:17 GMT
Mike Bradley is visiting a local gym in Las Vegas, getting ready for his first singles match in VWS. He's been running on the treadmill, lifting weights and sparring for hours on end, but in his own mind it feels like 15 seconds. He hasn't said a word during this time. The only things he can hear are the music in his headphones, the clang of weights hitting the floor, and his thoughts racing through his head.
“Last week did not go as planned. It was probably one of the shittier experiences in my wrestling career. Our big entrance and promo didn't make it to air, and we got embarrassed by a couple of stuck up pansy rookies. Danielle and I are better than that… what the hell happened?”
The frustration reliving last week’s match boils over.
“FUCK!!”
He screams out loud and slams the bar down, causing a near-defening clang. The entire gym stops what they're doing and looks at him, stunned. Mike exhales deeply.
“Sorry about that. I'll show myself out.”
He grabs his gym bag, phone and headphones and walks out into the beating Las Vegas sun, with people still staring at him as he exits. Sweat cascading off his brow, he takes a swig of Gatorade and looks at his phone to scout his competition for this week.
“Jimmy Wicked… Rad “The Rocket” Ridgewell? Who are these cones?”
He looks deeper into their bios. Reading Ridgewell’s bio, he cringes at every other word.
“This guy… my god, he’s fucking Buzz Lightyear come to life! Flying across the galaxy, seven suns, adventures beyond your wildest dreams, blah blah blah oh, grow the hell up, son! There’s no room for toy store fanboy bullshit in wrestling! How do you expect anyone to take you seriously? Because I sure as hell don't! You can play Buckaroo Bonzai all you want, but I'm gonna bring you back down to Earth and give you a heavy dose of reality! I'm tired of these damn phonies in wrestling, and I'm not going to be embarrassed by some space clown like you!”
He shakes his head and switches to Jimmy Wicked’s bio.
“Ugh, classic rock is great and all, but holy shit, dude, you look like you're stuck in 1974! Do you go to rock shows and try to pick up 18 year old women dressed like that too? I wouldn't be surprised if you did. Jesus Christ, what a chump.”
Mike wipes the sweat off of him and approaches his car. Before he gets in, he faces the camera.
“Buck Rogers, keep living in the future. Greaseball, keep living in the past. I'll be waiting for you in present day, and when you get out of your respective fantasy lands and come back here, I'll give you a taste of the Deepest Bag of Tricks in Wrestling! And when I'm done with you, I'm moving on to bigger and better things than dealing with cartoon characters like yourselves! Last week was a fluke, so don't try to get cute with me, because YOU ARE NOT ON MY LEVEL!”
And if you don't know…
He gets in his car and starts the ignition.
Now you know!
He drives off.