Post by The Bradley Clan on Mar 13, 2014 17:57:56 GMT -5
Mike and Danielle Bradley sit down for another episode of their YouTube series, "Mind of Meta." They're joined by Mike's wife, Jessica.
"Well, as we're recording this, it's three days until both my sister's and my son's birthday. So, happy 2nd to Andrew and happy 29th... again.. to you Danielle!"
Mike leans in for a hug. Danielle rolls her eyes and accepts.
"Dude, I'm not ashamed to be 34."
"I'm just giving you shit, shortstop."
"Yeah, you two are always giving each other shit. But it's cute. Makes me glad I'm in your family."
Mike and Jessica share a kiss, before Mike turns back to the camera.
"Enough of this mushy shit. Let's get down to business. On the last Primetime, the most unnecessary match in the history of professional wrestling took place, when Jimmy fucking Jacobs of all people got the pinfall win in the Tag Team Tournament Winner's Exhibition. Seriously, if you're going to have a match involving the first round winners, why not have something relevant on the line?"
"I can't imagine what fucked up stipulation Jacobs and Paige are going to come up with for their second-round match, but if the fact that they go outside wearing twenty pounds of eyeliner between them is any indication, it's gonna be pretty damn stupid."
"Anyways, that's beside the point. The point is... I'm glad I have these two women in my life. Danielle and Jessica are my co-best friends. I don't know what I'd do without them."
"Oh, you know what you'd do without her. You've already done it."
"Yeah, yeah, we've moved on from that chapter of our lives."
"I try to respect women. I've told myself I would never hit women. But when it comes to the rest of the women in GZWA... holy shit. I don't know what to say. It all started with Amanda Cortez, when she tried to recruit me to the original version of The Fallen when I first joined the company. Then there was Justice, who manipulated her way to a couple of title shots at my expense. I said I'd return the favor, and trust me, I will... soon enough. Then the Queen Bee Mafia started talking shit. Now Cortez comes back in the picture and wants my Television Title. I'll get to her when our match actually happens. Now we have to deal with the Ladies of Doom. Seriously, what is it with me and the women in this company?"
"I don't know, Mike, you've had to deal with a lot of bitches in this company. But you're not alone when it comes to having issues with these so-called "divas." I made it clear from the very moment I arrived in this company that I am not a diva, I'm not a supermodel. I'm not a Barbie doll, and I'm not a catfighter. I'm a professional wrestler, and I expect to be booked as such. I'm better than all these fake plastic bitches, and I've proven time and time again that I can hang with the guys while you would split in half like a piece of balsa wood if you tried to step to them. We may be fighting this match as a team, but as long as I'm in the ring, I'm going to make an example out of Delta Madison and Endee Leights... seriously, what kind of name is that?!"
"Yeah, not only that, but she's got the dumbest fucking nickname of all time. The E.N.D.? Bitch, your end is spelled B-R-A-D-L-E-Y."
"But like I was saying, I'll show the world that the Divas division can't touch me. And when we win, we're going to be in total command of this tournament - it's us against the world, and that's just the way we like it."
And if you don't know... now you know!
Mike shuts off the camera.
