Post by Mike & Danielle on May 1, 2016 4:34:34 GMT
Mike and Danielle Bradley are training for their respective matches at Uprising in Danielle’s gym in Burlington, Mass. They have been taking out their frustrations from their disappointing first two weeks in the company out on their competition. One by one, men and women step into the ring with the brother and sister duo, and one by one, they are beaten, bruised and dispatched. There have been no smiles, no laughter, no snarky jokes. They’re all business. As they continue to take on those who are willing, their thoughts race through their heads.
“Between embarrassing losses to some cartoonish rookies…”
“And getting our opening statement cut from our debut show....”
“It feels as though we’re not as welcome in VWS as we thought we would be.”
“It’s about as disappointing and maddening as you can get.”
“And now we’re about to enter the lion’s den known as Madison Square Garden for Uprising.”
“NYC fans are the best. They’ll call you out on your bullshit without hesitation.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if we get jeered pretty badly for not living up to our hype or reputation.”
“I can hear it now - ‘Overrated!’ *clap clap clap-clap-clap*”
“Or whatever other chants they want to break out.”
Danielle judo-throws a larger, male opponent to the ground and locks him in the cross armbreaker, causing him to tap within moments. She hangs on for just a little longer, then lets go and stares down the combatants who have yet to enter the ring as if to warn them of the impending outcome.
“Perhaps the rocky start in VWS was a wake-up call.”
“Are we taking our opposition too lightly?”
“Do we get lost in their gimmicks that we fail to realize what people are capable of?”
“This happened when we started in GZWA too. Gimmicks, gimmicks everywhere. We laughed them off.”
“The only difference was, we actually buckled down and took care of business.”
“So we've got to do that here in VWS as well.”
Mike takes on another anonymous challenger. He unloads with right hands, does a backflip and clotheslines the poor sap. Then he picks him up and delivers the Final Boss and gives the other competitors the same death stare Danielle gave them. They slowly back away.
“So enough talking trash.”
“Enough of the petty insults.”
“If you can get into somebody’s head, fine, but if you can't…”
“Then you just gotta beat somebody’s head instead!”
Mike and Danielle await challengers for a tag team match. Having seen the carnage they've caused already, the students aren't exactly brave enough to take the task. Eventually, a young man and woman, who also appear to be brother and sister, challenge them.
“You gotta take advantage of your opportunities when you can get them.”
Punch. Kick. Tag.
“One match for each of us could completely rewrite our destiny in VWS.”
Irish whip. Elbow. Tag.
“We could be one step away from both of us being champions by the end of the night!”
Pele kick.
“Imagine me as World Champion...”
Superkick.
“And me as All Star Champion…”
D-Train.
“We’d finally cement our status as the new First Family of Wrestling!”
Final Boss.
“There are no names, no faces, no gimmicks at Uprising…”
D-Bomb
“Just us, a handful of other wrestlers, a hot New York City crowd and a shot at glory on the line!!”
Boston Strangler.
“Johnny Gillman, Amok, Jimmy Wicked, Justin Harmony, Duke Andrews, I'm sure you have your doubts.”
1…
“Kimberly Hart, Samantha Toulson, Trixie, Eliza Toulson, I know you have your questions.”
2…
“Do we still have it?”
3.
“SHIT, WE'VE ALWAYS HAD IT!!!”
Mike turns to the students, who are both shocked and impressed.
“When you guys watch Uprising this Sunday, you're going to see us with a renewed purpose and sense of focus!”
“We promised we were going to create chaos, and now our chance to do so has been spoon fed to us!”
“So buckle up…”
“Prepare for chaos…”
“AND GET ON OUR LEVEL!!”
And if you don't know...
At that moment, the crowd disperses, allowing a courier to enter the gym.
“I have a letter here for a Mister Mike Bradley?”
Mike and Danielle look at each other quizzically.
“Were you expecting a letter?”
“No, and I certainly wasn't expecting one here…
Mike signs for the letter angrily and tears open the envelope. Inside is a letter in small capital letters that just reads…
GOOD LUCK AT UPRISING
YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT
SEE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY SOON
“Who is this from? How did they know I was here?”
“I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not at liberty to discuss that.”
Mike gets really annoyed at the courier and grabs him by his shirt collar.
“LIKE HELL YOU AREN'T! WHO SENT THIS?!”
The courier panics.
“Sir, please, I'm just a-”
Mike turns even redder and screams at the top of his lungs.
“I WANT YOU TO GO BACK TO WHOEVER SENT THIS FUCKING LETTER AND TELL THEM THAT I EXPECT TO SEE THEM AT UPRISING. AND IF NOT, I'M GONNA FIND THEM AND FUCKING EAT THEM ALIVE!! I WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”
“Y-yes sir…”
Mike forcefully tosses the courier out the door, and he scampers to his car. As he leaves, Mike looks down at the letter and crumples it in one hand.
“Do you have ANY idea who it could be?”
“Yes… and I'm really not thrilled about it.”
The camera fades to black as Mike stares out to the street, still seething.
“Between embarrassing losses to some cartoonish rookies…”
“And getting our opening statement cut from our debut show....”
“It feels as though we’re not as welcome in VWS as we thought we would be.”
“It’s about as disappointing and maddening as you can get.”
“And now we’re about to enter the lion’s den known as Madison Square Garden for Uprising.”
“NYC fans are the best. They’ll call you out on your bullshit without hesitation.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if we get jeered pretty badly for not living up to our hype or reputation.”
“I can hear it now - ‘Overrated!’ *clap clap clap-clap-clap*”
“Or whatever other chants they want to break out.”
Danielle judo-throws a larger, male opponent to the ground and locks him in the cross armbreaker, causing him to tap within moments. She hangs on for just a little longer, then lets go and stares down the combatants who have yet to enter the ring as if to warn them of the impending outcome.
“Perhaps the rocky start in VWS was a wake-up call.”
“Are we taking our opposition too lightly?”
“Do we get lost in their gimmicks that we fail to realize what people are capable of?”
“This happened when we started in GZWA too. Gimmicks, gimmicks everywhere. We laughed them off.”
“The only difference was, we actually buckled down and took care of business.”
“So we've got to do that here in VWS as well.”
Mike takes on another anonymous challenger. He unloads with right hands, does a backflip and clotheslines the poor sap. Then he picks him up and delivers the Final Boss and gives the other competitors the same death stare Danielle gave them. They slowly back away.
“So enough talking trash.”
“Enough of the petty insults.”
“If you can get into somebody’s head, fine, but if you can't…”
“Then you just gotta beat somebody’s head instead!”
Mike and Danielle await challengers for a tag team match. Having seen the carnage they've caused already, the students aren't exactly brave enough to take the task. Eventually, a young man and woman, who also appear to be brother and sister, challenge them.
“You gotta take advantage of your opportunities when you can get them.”
Punch. Kick. Tag.
“One match for each of us could completely rewrite our destiny in VWS.”
Irish whip. Elbow. Tag.
“We could be one step away from both of us being champions by the end of the night!”
Pele kick.
“Imagine me as World Champion...”
Superkick.
“And me as All Star Champion…”
D-Train.
“We’d finally cement our status as the new First Family of Wrestling!”
Final Boss.
“There are no names, no faces, no gimmicks at Uprising…”
D-Bomb
“Just us, a handful of other wrestlers, a hot New York City crowd and a shot at glory on the line!!”
Boston Strangler.
“Johnny Gillman, Amok, Jimmy Wicked, Justin Harmony, Duke Andrews, I'm sure you have your doubts.”
1…
“Kimberly Hart, Samantha Toulson, Trixie, Eliza Toulson, I know you have your questions.”
2…
“Do we still have it?”
3.
“SHIT, WE'VE ALWAYS HAD IT!!!”
Mike turns to the students, who are both shocked and impressed.
“When you guys watch Uprising this Sunday, you're going to see us with a renewed purpose and sense of focus!”
“We promised we were going to create chaos, and now our chance to do so has been spoon fed to us!”
“So buckle up…”
“Prepare for chaos…”
“AND GET ON OUR LEVEL!!”
And if you don't know...
At that moment, the crowd disperses, allowing a courier to enter the gym.
“I have a letter here for a Mister Mike Bradley?”
Mike and Danielle look at each other quizzically.
“Were you expecting a letter?”
“No, and I certainly wasn't expecting one here…
Mike signs for the letter angrily and tears open the envelope. Inside is a letter in small capital letters that just reads…
GOOD LUCK AT UPRISING
YOU'RE GONNA NEED IT
SEE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY SOON
“Who is this from? How did they know I was here?”
“I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not at liberty to discuss that.”
Mike gets really annoyed at the courier and grabs him by his shirt collar.
“LIKE HELL YOU AREN'T! WHO SENT THIS?!”
The courier panics.
“Sir, please, I'm just a-”
Mike turns even redder and screams at the top of his lungs.
“I WANT YOU TO GO BACK TO WHOEVER SENT THIS FUCKING LETTER AND TELL THEM THAT I EXPECT TO SEE THEM AT UPRISING. AND IF NOT, I'M GONNA FIND THEM AND FUCKING EAT THEM ALIVE!! I WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”
“Y-yes sir…”
Mike forcefully tosses the courier out the door, and he scampers to his car. As he leaves, Mike looks down at the letter and crumples it in one hand.
“Do you have ANY idea who it could be?”
“Yes… and I'm really not thrilled about it.”
The camera fades to black as Mike stares out to the street, still seething.