The Brightest Star

[Clover]

As soon as the long, expensive limo had arrived at it's destination, it was quickly flooded with paparazzi. This was due to the man traveling inside of it: model and professional wrestler Tyler Breeze. Upon exiting the vehicle, he removed his blue, fur covered hood and gazed into his phone while giving one of his most photogenic looks. The limo had pulled in front of a building in the business district of Kansas City where a photo shoot was scheduled to take place. A typical occurrence in the life of Prince Pretty. Camera's flashed and questions began to ring out.

Reporter: Tyler! Tyler! The media has been abuzz since you made your pro wrestling debut two weeks ago! Even though it wasn't televised the footage is all over the internet! Not only were you successful but you defeated a former World Champion in Dave Batista!

Tyler Breeze: I'm aware. My millions of twitter and instagram followers flooded my in-box with recordings. But some them were not high definition. My super good looking features are only meant to be seen in the highest clarity possible. So anyone who sent me grainy, useable footage was blocked. I'm sure that must have crushed their worlds but that's what happens when you don't shoot my good side.

Tyler paused and smirked to himself.

Tyler Breeze: As if I could possibly have a bad side.

Reporter: What was the key to your victory over such a seasoned performer?

Tyler Breeze: My good looks, of course. I'm sure it was a huge distraction. It must have been for the audience as well. Why would you put the most gorgeous man on the planet in the very first match? No one is going to care after I leave the building. It's as if you were fed the most well prepared, delicious meal on the planet and then you were given actual garbage as a desert. Disgusting.

Reporter: This is going to be your pay per view debut! Contending for a shot at a title, no less! Do you envision the same type of outcome? This is a battle royal and you're going to be facing off against a variety of opponents?

Tyler Breeze: Are any of them blind? Do they all have eyeballs?

Reporter: Well..yes..

Tyler Breeze: Then I have absolutely nothing to worry about. These heavenly features are awe-inspiring to every living being on the planet. A pack of ugly, sickening 'wrasslers' aren't going to be any different.

Tyler glanced away from his phone for a brief moment to sigh and present a frown. A frown which was still worthy of the cover of any publication in the world.

Tyler Breeze: So many uggo's all around me with their out of shape, sweaty bodies. I'm just going to have to make this quick. Out of my sight.

The King of Cuteville tugged his hood back on and made his way inside of the building. Camera's were still flashing as the reporters practically pressed themselves against the glass to get a few more fleeting snapshots. A director quickly greeted Tyler as he made his way through a long hallway. He hardly stood out in any way, dressed in all black, very mundane. Although it would be very difficult to stand out when compared to Tyler's eye catching look.

Director: Tyler, so happy to see you. But..you're a few hours late..

A glare was given from underneath of the fuzzy hood resting atop the model's head. The director quickly back peddled.

Director: But..we're on your time, of course!

Tyler Breeze: That's right. You are.

Tyler released an almost bored sigh of tedium. The kind you had when you felt unchallenged or uncontested.

Tyler Breeze: I thought my incursion into the world of professional wrestling would be a bit more interesting. Honestly, I didn't even break a sweat against Batista. A very underwhelming experience. But I suppose I shouldn't expect too much from these apes, should I?

Director: You are a special breed, Tyler.

Tyler Breeze: Did you bring me what I asked for?

Director: Of course.

The director humbly handed Tyler a stack of 8x10's. They were head shots of his opponents. The first on the pile was Batista and it was quickly tossed aside and out of sight.

Tyler Breeze: Ugh. I've already conquered the so-called 'Animal'. Why am I being expected to do so again? His agents have been calling me non-stop, trying get me into his potential movie roles. Pathetic. You should be ashamed for even showing me this.

The director bowed in apology. Tyler slowly rose a brow at the next picture. D'Angelo Dinero.

Tyler Breeze: Uggo detected. Uggo confirmed. Who does his hair and why have they been allowed to live? What a foolish looking person. I am not impressed. Get this out of my sight this instant.

The photo of D'Angelo was met with the same as Batista's. Discarded and trampled under foot. Soon enough Tyler had made his way into the room where the photo shoot was ready to take place. It was a minimalist affair with only a white backdrop. Obviously, someone like Tyler Breeze could bring out the best in any surrounding. Tons of large, costly camera's and other equipment had been set up and a crew was anxiously ready to get things underway. Not that this concerned Mr. Breeze in the least. He took a seat in the director's chair and kept thumbing through the photo's. He came across Fernando and Diego and looked absolutely aghast.

Tyler Breeze: What..is thissupposed to be?

Director: Oh. I believe they are bull fighters. You know, matador's.

Tyler Breeze: I wonder why they're wearing masks. Oh wait. No I don't. It's because they're ugly. That's the only reason someone would wear something so hideous. To cover something even more hideous underneath? And what is THAT?

It was Tyler's first glimpse of El Torito who posing somewhat menacingly in the picture.

Tyler Breeze: And THAT?

Director: It's their sort of..mascot. He's a little bull man. I think.

Tyler Breeze: No. Absolutely NOT.

With a shudder, Tyler went onto the next picture.

Tyler Breeze: I know who this is. Mr. Kennedy. He's still around? Ick. Is he still going about saying his name twice as if anyone could possibly care? Or does he still think it's clever? Those tattoo's are..just..unbearable. He looks so common. And, now that I look closely, he's kind of a fatty.

As if he was touching an alien specimen, the haughty grappler gave a look of discomfort and cast the photo away.

Director: He had the audacity to say that you don't belong on the roster.

Tyler Breeze: Did he now? For someone who's been doing the same, tired routine for years? What a delusional person. He should really watch a trend setter like myself and figure out how to advance and reach new heights. But he probably thinks switching from trunks to long tights it entirely revolutionary. Dull. Boring. Next.

He caught only a fleeting glance of R-Truth's picture before recoiling and throwing it aside.

Tyler Breeze: That hair. No. Just..no. I won't even sully my gorgeous eyes. NEXT. ..Oh. Ew. I'm Ghana be sick.

For the uninitiated, this picture was of Ghana's own Kofi Kingston.

Tyler Breeze: What is this? Attack of the terrible hairstyles? Does anyone in this match have a shred of decency? Why are his eyes so far apart? He looks like some kind of frog or toad. How am I supposed to face someone who looks like this? I hope someone eliminates him instantly because he is without a doubt the ugliest person in this ma..

His sentence came to a halt. That was because he was now looking at a picture Sami Zayn.

Tyler Breeze: I spoke too soon. A new challenger has reared his ugly head.

Director: You know him?

Tyler Breeze: I know OF him. I would never be seen in public with this monstrosity. He looks like Ricky Bobby. Just not in as good of shape. Sadly, I have been inside a ring with him in the past. He smells as bad as you can imagine and believe me it's REALLY bad. Another person who has had to work so hard in their life because they weren't blessed with amazing good looks. How sad. And pitiful. Did he follow me to this company or something? Is he some kind of awful, ginger staker? Someone should also tell him that those newsboy hat don't work when your head is deformed and bumpy. Maybe I'll inform him of that when I send him sailing out of the ring. And finally we have..

The self proclaimed 'Architect' Seth Rollins was the next picture.

Tyler Breeze: Interesting choice on the hair color. Did I say interesting? I meant stupid. If he is so smart, why doesn't he know how to shave? I don't like his beady little eyes. I've no doubt that he does have some sort of devious ideas flowing through that head of his. When you look like that, I imagine you have a lot of time to think up ways to hurt pretty people like me. Unfortunately for Seth, no amount of planning can prepare you for a match with the most super good looking piece of gorgeousness you'll ever see.

The fashionable, hooded jacket Tyler wore was removed as he rose to his feet and made a shooing motion at the director.

Tyler Breeze: I'm ready to begin now. Get your lazy, fat minions to stop stuffing their faces and start shooting. That rogues gallery of disgust has made me even more confident. I'm going to dispose of each one of them and show them what a true champion is supposed to look like. Batista made the mistake of overlooking me, the company ITSELF made the mistake of overlooking me by putting me in dark match..but after the King of the Ring, my star is rightfully going to burn the brightest. A brilliant super nova that no one will be able to take their eyes off of.

Director: Yes Tyler. Right away, Tyler.

The arrogant young model struck a pose in preparation for the camera flashes. He envisioned their would be many more after he was the lone man left in the ring Sunday night. And even more when he captured the Breakout Title.