This is Uggo Country

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Despite being blessed with good looks that were handed down from the gods themselves, Tyler Breeze was not in a good mood. He paced back and forth in his locker room, majestic fur covered cape sweeping with every motion, while speaking into his cell phone. Presumably to an agent.

Tyler Breeze: So, how long does this company have left?

He paused for a moment and rolled his eyes.

Tyler Breeze: I have to assume that Summer Slam was the lowest grossing pay per view of all time. Seriously. One of the biggest events of the year and you can't find a place for Prince Pretty on the card? The most GORGEOUS Breakout Champion of all time? I realize I've beaten every single person who's ever challenged me but they couldn't have scraped the bottom of the barrel and found SOMEONE?

The King of Cuteville scoffed at the response he received.

Tyler Breeze: Oh. I see. They actually DID find the most disgusting barrel available and peel off that uggo Seth Rollins? Honestly, we all know what's going to happen here. I'm going to punch the remaining highlights out of his hair and he can go lick his ugly wounds with his ugly friend Dean Ambrose and go drink some ugly whiskey together.

His overly handsome features suddenly scrunched up in complete disgust.

Tyler Breeze: Ew. No. Of course I wouldn't put my title on the line against him. Why would I? So he won the tag titles in a fluke. Color me unimpressed. They didn't even pin the champions. They pinned..I don't even know or care who they are! They were repulsive looking, I remember that.

He pulled his ear away from the camera and spoke down into it.

Tyler Breeze: Listen, your voice is slowly making me want to die. Yes. That's what I said. I can feel myself being pulled closer to the grave every time you speak, alright? Do SOMETHING about that. Just like I'm going to do SOMETHING about Seth Rollins. Namely, rearrange his face and leave his nose permanently on the other side of his face.

With a quick press of the finger, he ended the conversation. And his phone could go back to doing it's most important purpose. Allowing him to gaze at his own perfect reflection