Post by The Bradley Clan on Sept 6, 2014 11:41:08 GMT -5
Mike and Danielle Bradley sit down for an episode of Mike’s newly rechristened video blog, “Next Level Thoughts.”
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and WELCOME... to episode one of Next Level Thoughts…”
“Is it really episode one? You’ve been doing this blog ever since you joined GZWA.”
“Shh! No one will know the difference, work with me here!”
“I think our fans are smarter than that, little brother.”
“Touche. At any rate, we're the Bradleys, as if you needed any introduction, and it's time to drop the proverbial train on our opponents on the next GZWA Primetime."
"Yeah, the Tag Team Tournament is heading for the home stretch, and we've got our backs against the wall - then again, we shouldn't, but we'll get to that later."
"Last time out, it was a couple of tattooed belligerents. We took care of them pretty easily, despite a certain big-chested BDSM porn star trying to start shit again. At any rate, INked is gone. Now we move on to a couple of supermodels. Ladies of Doom… we meet again.”
"God, who thinks it's a good idea to let supermodels wrestle? We've all seen Eva Marie wrestle, that's what happens when you go for looks over actual talent! And besides, who names their kids Delta or Endee?"
“There’s got to be drugs involved. No sober person would name their kid Endee. And Delta… well, the only Delta in the public spotlight these days is Delta Airlines, and as I can tell you from experience, D.E.L.T.A. stands for ‘Doesn’t Ever Leave The Airport.’”
“Oh man, how appropriate is that? Because one of you isn’t going to leave your damn corner when that bell rings! We’re not losing to you again. The only thing up in the air is which one of you rag dolls gets to get torn apart while the other sits back and hopelessly watches while spraying and curling her hair!”
"Remember, ladies, you only won the first time around because Cortez bailed you out by getting all up in our shit. I doubt you're going to be so lucky this time around."
"You two call yourselves L.O.D.... you're doing a huge disgrace to the true L.O.D., the Road Warriors! You couldn't touch them with a 59 1/2 foot curling iron!"
“And while it may not be the Doomsday Device that awaits you two catwalkers on Primetime, you still have your options… Level D?”
“Or the Death Grip?”
“No matter what you choose, ladies, tap out or knock out, your run in this tournament is about to come to a bitter… E.N.D.”
And if you don’t know… now you know!
Mike puts his hand in front of the camera as Danielle shuts it off.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and WELCOME... to episode one of Next Level Thoughts…”
“Is it really episode one? You’ve been doing this blog ever since you joined GZWA.”
“Shh! No one will know the difference, work with me here!”
“I think our fans are smarter than that, little brother.”
“Touche. At any rate, we're the Bradleys, as if you needed any introduction, and it's time to drop the proverbial train on our opponents on the next GZWA Primetime."
"Yeah, the Tag Team Tournament is heading for the home stretch, and we've got our backs against the wall - then again, we shouldn't, but we'll get to that later."
"Last time out, it was a couple of tattooed belligerents. We took care of them pretty easily, despite a certain big-chested BDSM porn star trying to start shit again. At any rate, INked is gone. Now we move on to a couple of supermodels. Ladies of Doom… we meet again.”
"God, who thinks it's a good idea to let supermodels wrestle? We've all seen Eva Marie wrestle, that's what happens when you go for looks over actual talent! And besides, who names their kids Delta or Endee?"
“There’s got to be drugs involved. No sober person would name their kid Endee. And Delta… well, the only Delta in the public spotlight these days is Delta Airlines, and as I can tell you from experience, D.E.L.T.A. stands for ‘Doesn’t Ever Leave The Airport.’”
“Oh man, how appropriate is that? Because one of you isn’t going to leave your damn corner when that bell rings! We’re not losing to you again. The only thing up in the air is which one of you rag dolls gets to get torn apart while the other sits back and hopelessly watches while spraying and curling her hair!”
"Remember, ladies, you only won the first time around because Cortez bailed you out by getting all up in our shit. I doubt you're going to be so lucky this time around."
"You two call yourselves L.O.D.... you're doing a huge disgrace to the true L.O.D., the Road Warriors! You couldn't touch them with a 59 1/2 foot curling iron!"
“And while it may not be the Doomsday Device that awaits you two catwalkers on Primetime, you still have your options… Level D?”
“Or the Death Grip?”
“No matter what you choose, ladies, tap out or knock out, your run in this tournament is about to come to a bitter… E.N.D.”
And if you don’t know… now you know!
Mike puts his hand in front of the camera as Danielle shuts it off.
