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Corey Graves: With an up and coming match at Fallout, Tyler Breeze kindly sent us video of what he’s been doing this week because, and I quote, he “didn’t want his millions of admirers to miss out seeing him this week on Warfare.” Lets take a look.
The video package opened in a plush looking salon, a Roy Orbison song could be faintly heard in the background as Tyler Breeze appeared.
Tyler Breeze: Ladies and gentleman let me welcome you to one of my many other projects, The TB Salon on Rodeo Drive. With my title match at Fallout on the horizon I thought if you can’t beat them, then join them.
He paused for a moment before smiling and shaking his head.
Tyler Breeze: Or better yet, make them join you…
Off camera a voice could be heard laughing and called “I heard that you cheeky monkey.” Tyler just rolled his eyes and carried on walking along in his gray suit. The bell above the door chimed as it opened, the camera panned over as Tyler stopped, looking over to see Mankind enter. He was looking more tattered than usual, dressed in his usual brown garb, hair all over the place and with twigs sticking out of it.
Mankind: I've beaten up a lot of people in a lot of places but if this where you want to meet your end, so be it.
Tyler just looked at him with pure disgust.
Tyler Breeze: This is going to take one hell of a montage...
Roy Orbison swelled as a group of stylists converged on Mankind. He took a few wild swings at them before Tyler stepped forward, offering some unheard words and Mankind seemed to calm a bit as a swipe transition moved things onto a new scene.
Mankind was sat in a chair, feet soaking in a bubbling foot spa as Tyler and the stylist were arguing off in the corner. It was clear the poor girl has no desire to work with the rather gnarly looking toenails sticking up out of the water. The short scene was followed by a diagonal swipe cutting to the next process in Mankind’s make over.
Mankind was now standing on a large round turntable as a tailor took measurements. Tyler could be seen not too far away with another tailor looking over fabrics. As the man with Mankind tries to measure the inseam, Mankind went into a rage, kicking the poor little man over. Tyler looked over and let out a visible sigh, shaking his head before placing his face in his hand. A vertical swipe moved the montage along.
Mankind was practically submerged inside of a large bathtub, mountains of bubbles surrounded him as just his head is visible. He looked up at Tyler who is sat on the edge of the tub, still looking rather disgusted.
Mankind: Can I call you Tylie?
Tyler Breeze: Not if you expect me to answer.
Tyler quipped, reaching over and dunking Mankind's head beneath the soapy water playfully. Finally there is the universally loved star transition to the final scene.
The large double doors to a huge walk in closet opened and Mankind came walking out. Dressed in his new tailored suit, hair pulled back around his mask.
Mankind: Tyler, in case I forget to tell you later, I had a really good time.
He moved toward Tyler with his arms outstretched for a hug. Quick as a flash to avoid it Breeze pulled out a large navy blue box.
Tyler Breeze: And finally the coup de grais…..
He opened it to reveal a heavily jeweled version of Mankind’s trademark mask. His eyes lit up upon seeing it and he slowly moved his hand to touch it. Just as he was about to Breeze playfully snapped it shut, like the mouth of a crocodile, catching his two wrapped fingers. Mankind burst into a scream, Tyler Breeze joined in with a giggle, before turning to the camera and rolling his eyes.
Mankind: Ow! You god... damn... son.. of a...
Tyler continued to look at the camera mouthing the words Fallout, pointed to himself and gestured to a belt around his waist before finally flashing his trademark pout as the camera faded to black. The Raw announced team were shown, all with stunned looks on their face at what they had just seen.
Michael Cole: Well, that was certainly something……… different from Tyler Breeze.