After losing the Tag Team titles due to the incompetence of his ex partner, Tyler Breeze had stated that it wouldn't be long before he held a title again. He was correct. Not long after, he was able to dethrone Stardust and become the Breakout Champion. Prince Pretty could now boast that he was a two-time EBWF champion. The thrown over his shoulder only added to his already sparkling brilliance and presence. There was no question that he probably set a world record for most selfie's taken in a single hour after capturing gold once more. Staring into his phone with his full ring attire on, including his fashionable, fur covered, hooded jacket, Tyler stood on an pure white runway in mostly empty building. Save for photographers, other event planners, and a trio of women dressed in the same fashion as him. He stepped past each one and looked them over. They could never be as gorgeous as he was, obviously, but the first two were enough to satisfy him. The third, however, caused him to sneer and pull off his hood.
Tyler Breeze: Do me a favor and lose five pounds immediately or get out of this building like now!
The female model looked panicked and ran off the runway, thoughts flooding her head on how exactly she would manage to do that. Tyler scoffed and looked into his phone
Tyler Breeze: The only thing worse than a fatty is a "kind of a fatty".
The model slowly lifted his head and looked up to the camera filming him
Tyler Breeze: Oh. An EBWF camera. I should have known. When my stock is at it's highest you come and track me down. I don't blame you. The plans I have forthcoming are..enormous.
Pursed lips and a quirked brow, Tyler's signature look
Tyler Breeze: I am once again a champion. As I've stated, I'm not just a pretty face. I'm no coward. I'm a competitor. I don't WANT this to be touched..
He motioned a hand to his flawless features
Tyler Breeze: ..but if I have to, I've proved I can take the punishment. I took everything Stardust had, a former World Champion, and I proved victorious. Magazine's are flocking to me. Websites all over the world are clamoring for the King of Cuteville. And as you can see..
The Gorgeous One gestured to his surroundings
Tyler Breeze: I haven't left the world of modeling behind. This would wear down lesser individuals. But not me. I'm a champion of fashion AND professional wrestling. I'm going to cement my always beautiful legacy even further as I defeat ANOTHER former World Champion. Trent.
Tyler never lacked confidence but when he had gold, it was completely untouchable.
Tyler Breeze: What's wrong.."Trent"? Too much of a poverty stricken uggo to afford a last name? Clearly, you don't have enough money to get a decent hairstyle so I'm assuming that must be the case. I don't quite understand you. You hang around with those two fossils Lance Storm and Chris Jericho and..
Tyler looked about before leaning in closer to the camera. His voice held a higher degree of urgency.
Tyler Breeze: ..Don't you realize that those two are OLD? I mean..ew. Do you know how hard it is to get the stench of an old person off of you? That's why I don't have any around me. So are you stupid as well as disgusting? Or do you think that's some kind of distraction that will throw off your opponents?
Prince Pretty waved a finger back and forth
Tyler Breeze: No. Old person stick is not a distraction. My good looks, however? THAT is a distraction. I'm sure you must be very jealous. We're almost the same age, only a year apart, and all the eyes of the world are on me. No eyes are on you. Not only because you're repulsive but because no one cares anymore. Oh. And another thing? There isn't a woman alive that has EVER dumped Tyler Breeze. Can't relate..can you, Trent?
The Breakout Champion smirked and took a moment to pay attention to his two most prized possessions. His title and his image within his phone.
Tyler Breeze: My momentum is at an all time high at the moment and I'm not going to let some glorified comedy act put an end to it. I see two possible outcomes for this. The first being, that I hit you so hard that you go back to being a video game character, or whatever it was you thought you were a few years ago.
Tyler cupped a hand around his mouth to deliver his next piece of vital information
Tyler Breeze: Video games are for unattractive uggo's, by the way.
Regaining his posture, he continued
Tyler Breeze: Or I hit you so hard that you think you're dead friend Caylen Croft rose from the grave. He is dead, isn't he? I know I would rather be a corpse than know my greatest claim to fame was "Trent's first partner". ..Oh. And I don't have to even mention the most obvious outcome, do I? No matter how hard I hit you, I remain absolutely, unquestionably EBWF's most..GORGEOUS..champion..
Satisfied with his message, Tyler pulled his hood back on and returned his focus to the activities surrounding him. But not before striking a pose worthy of his super model stature.
Tyler Breeze. A model, idiot.
Re: Tyler Breeze. A model, idiot.
10+ Zoolander Reference.
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