Face Lift
Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 6:01 pm
Tyler Breeze was not a particularly happy individual. He was forced to step foot into a low rank city such as Minnesota and the quicker he could vacate the better. It was certainly not his idea of a hot spot. The people were so boring and ordinary and most of all..ugly. It was just something that he was unable to relate to. If that wasn't made 100% clear by his fixation with staring at himself in his I-Phone 7, which he received before the general public, obviously. Not only that but his case was covered with pictures of himself as well. Even for a super model, this was beyond vain. But there was something brewing beneath all of the lavish blue fur and matching pleather. Frustration. He was Tyler Breeze. International model. Recording artist (as he performs the vocals in his entrance theme). He practically should have been handed a title as soon as he walked in the door but here he was, competing against five others for the right to hold one. Disgusting. A scowl appeared on those well taken care of and flawless features. Although there was quite a bit of clamor around him, it was all just white nose to Tyler at the moment. He sat slouched in an expensive, plush chair as photographers rushed about. There was at least one spot in Minnesota, in the downtown area, that was suitable for a photo shoot. Although far below the usual expectations. But very slowly, all of the noise and sound was beginning to tick away at Tyler's patience. His expression was slowly but surely becoming more stern. His grip on his phone could be seen getting tighter until he finally shot to his feet and snatched the first stagehand he could find by the collar of his shirt. It was rare to see Tyler's anger flare up like this and the rather helpless looking young man he had took a hold of looked on in surprise. Slowly the noise began to die down.
Tyler Breeze: Do you happen to notice that I'm busy at the moment? Hm? Or are you too stupid?
The man opened his mouth to speak but Tyler quickly silenced him with a slap across the face.
Tyler Breeze: Don't speak. I don't care what you have to say or what excuse you have. I. Am trying. To think. I have a lot on my mind. I know that's something you wouldn't understand since all your life consists of is waking up, being ugly, and catering to gorgeous people like me.
Another slap, this time louder than the previous one.
Tyler Breeze: I want to be a champion. I DESERVE to be a champion. I have to step into a ring with five very repulsive men and losing to any one of them is out of the question. And I need some QUIET!
Tyler tossed the man to the ground and threw a few kicks into his ribs for good measure before yelling down towards his face, perhaps the first time his voice had ever raised.
Tyler Breeze: I'm a super model! I don't have to put up with this!
With his hair unbound and disheveled, Tyler quickly pushed it back into place as he rose to his full height and slowly regained his composure after his meltdown.
Tyler Breeze: Photo shoot cancelled.
Carefully taking his phone back into his grasp, the male model yanked the hood of his jacket over his head and made an exit while onlookers observed in stunned silence.
***
Tyler Breeze was typically used to the bright lights and flashy vibrant colors. But at the moment he was covered in near darkness safe for the light illuminating from his phone. He was found sitting in a corner of a ring, the same ring in Minnesota where he'll compete in a Six-Pack challenge for the Breakout Title. His posture was slouched and lazy and his hood concealed all of his features, quite a rarity for someone who was all about their appearance. The arena was empty, aside from the camera man recording him
Tyler Breeze: I thought perhaps I would deny everyone my face until I accomplished something truly praise worthy in this company. But then..
Almost as if on cue, lights in the ring, set-up like a cat-walk during a high class fashion, let up. Tyler pushed himself to his feet and removed his hood to reveal that face that so many in his industry pursued.
Tyler Breeze: ..why should I deprive everyone of so much perfection? I'm afraid I'm not ready for my 'dark phase' just yet. Simply put, my confidence is at an all-time high. Why you may ask? I had an opportunity at the Breakout Title before and I came up just a bit short. I'll tell you why..
His face turned deathly serious.
Tyler Breeze: Because I was so close to being a champion that now I refuse to go without having a title around his gorgeous waist. You see, I'm hungry now. When you nearly have something so prestigious in your grasp it becomes intoxicating. I want that feeling to be fully developed. But most importantly, I want to prove how truly superior I am to everyone in this match and everyone on this roster. How many of these 'superstars' could possibly make a transition into modeling? None. Not a single one. And certainly not at my level. But I will become the Breakout Champion. I will conquer this pitiful little wrestling world.
He smirked just slightly
Tyler Breeze: I never thought I would care so much about some tacky, piece of gold but..no..I care. I want it. I want it more than anyone else. Especially that ugly, pale, out of shape, bearded uggo, Damien Sandow.
It looked as though Tyler was prepared to go into another full fledged meltdown again but he suppressed the urge.
Tyler Breeze: That nerd, that hideous insect..I had a perfect record until I encountered him. Perhaps I did take him too lightly. Not this time. I don't make the same mistake twice. He is ugly, he is a nerd, he is unfashionable..but he is intelligent. And I'm quite sure he is already planning a strategy and I'm positive that he is well aware that he doesn't have to be pinned in order to lose his title. Any of the the other ungodly unfortunate looking misfits in this match can be disposed of and that championship can go slipping right out of his greasy little fingers. So you may think that Damien isn't my main focus. I can pick off whomever is weakest at the moment and walk off a champion. But no. I want to crush Sandow. I want him to feel completely inferior to me in every way, not that he isn't already. I want him to feel helpless and understand that no matter how smart you are..in this world..the beautiful get whatever they want. And I, most certainly, am beautiful.
Holding his phone above his head, he took the opportunity for a snapshot.
Tyler Breeze: Oh, but I haven't forgot about the others. Not at all. How could I overlook someone like Bray Wyatt?
Breeze shuddered when mentioning the disturbed man from the south
Tyler Breeze: I could go on about Bray's filthy hair and his cringe worthy physique. I could spend hours on that rat's nest that does a poor job of hiding his already ghastly face. Or his clothing. But I won't. Because, very clearly, there is something going on in his head that isn't..quite..right. You are a strange, frightening man, Bray. Unpredictable. You yourself probably have no idea what you're going to do. But I won't let you do it to me. I don't want you to touch me or even make eye contact. If you want to preach your message, whatever it is, go right ahead. You can hospitalize everyone in this match if you feel the need. these buzzards you talk about? They can pick everyone apart until there's nothing left. ..But you leave enough of Sandow for me. Because as strange and as scary as you may be..I won't hesitate for a moment to kick your face off. Scary will be what I'm capable of if I don't win that title.
Again, Tyler looked a little more off-kilter than usual. Far more so.
Tyler Breeze: But let's not think about that, hm? Let's talk about Austin Aries. The 'Greatest Man That Ever Lived". ..More like, the ugliest man that ever lived. Nice mustache. Oh, did I say nice? I meant completely nauseating. If that is what greatness is, the bar has been set pitifully low. I understand that Aries is renowned for his ability in the ring and in the microphone. But if he's so great..shouldn't he be at the very top of his profession? I just see a dirty little underachiever, wrapped up in bravado and false promises. A delusional little man with awful hair. Let's keep you right where you belong and that's underneath the boot of people like me. But, let's face it, being anywhere near 'Prince Pretty' is a privilege..
A perfect time for another selfie presented itself
Tyler Breeze: ..What is NOT a privilege is having to lay eyes on Bo Dallas again. Some uggo I've already beaten who couldn't 'Bo-Lieve' enough to retire on the spot after I dominated him. So now I have to see his horrible smile and abysmal hair. Do you see a theme hair? Does ANYONE in this match own a decent conditioner? Or know what a towel is? Bo always looks like he just surfaced from the black lagoon he calls home. It can't POSSIBLY be because he took a shower because the man smells even worse than your average sweaty wrestler. I, myself, do not sweat..I glisten with gorgeous. I would compliment Bo on his ability but..having already defeated him, I don't feel the need to do that. Maybe after I do it again he'll become 'inspired' enough to do something about that flabby tummy and horse grin of his.
A light chuckle. Model, recording artist and entirely hilarious
Tyler Breeze: Which brings me to Kane. The biggest and without a doubt ugliest person in this match. And someone with no excuse to have bad hair. I understand he's bald..I think..but you're telling me he CHOOSES to wear a wig that rancid and un-presentable? Astounding. Astoundingly gross and stupid but still astounding. However, Kane is remarkably powerful and he's done some terrible things to others in the past. Not to be taken lightly in the least. Only a fool would choose to overlook such an..ogre. A beast. A monster. I understand that Kane has probably not seen a lot of beautiful things in his life but he has the opportunity to see the most good looking piece of gorgeous right in front of his very eyes. He can stand back, take in the splendor..and..you know..choke slam someone whenever they get too uppity. Because I don't care if he's a demon..NO ONE is preventing me from becoming the Breakout Champion. Monsters, genius', devil's, motivational speakers..and whatever Austin Aries is supposed to be. I am ushering in a new golden age of Gorgeous and will NOT be stopped by any of you. I will take that title through every runway on Earth and bring it more prestige than of you freaks could possibly dream of.
A cleansing sigh is released as Tyler looks down at his waist, visualizing the golden title around his waist, and he nods in approval.
Tyler Breeze: Yes. I'm going to give that title a face-lift to match it's new owner. And after that? The entire EBWF itself.
Lofty goals were set but not surprising from such an ego-maniac. The 'King of Cuteville' gazed into the camera and was preparing to take his most prolific selfie thus far
Tyler Breeze: Do you happen to notice that I'm busy at the moment? Hm? Or are you too stupid?
The man opened his mouth to speak but Tyler quickly silenced him with a slap across the face.
Tyler Breeze: Don't speak. I don't care what you have to say or what excuse you have. I. Am trying. To think. I have a lot on my mind. I know that's something you wouldn't understand since all your life consists of is waking up, being ugly, and catering to gorgeous people like me.
Another slap, this time louder than the previous one.
Tyler Breeze: I want to be a champion. I DESERVE to be a champion. I have to step into a ring with five very repulsive men and losing to any one of them is out of the question. And I need some QUIET!
Tyler tossed the man to the ground and threw a few kicks into his ribs for good measure before yelling down towards his face, perhaps the first time his voice had ever raised.
Tyler Breeze: I'm a super model! I don't have to put up with this!
With his hair unbound and disheveled, Tyler quickly pushed it back into place as he rose to his full height and slowly regained his composure after his meltdown.
Tyler Breeze: Photo shoot cancelled.
Carefully taking his phone back into his grasp, the male model yanked the hood of his jacket over his head and made an exit while onlookers observed in stunned silence.
***
Tyler Breeze was typically used to the bright lights and flashy vibrant colors. But at the moment he was covered in near darkness safe for the light illuminating from his phone. He was found sitting in a corner of a ring, the same ring in Minnesota where he'll compete in a Six-Pack challenge for the Breakout Title. His posture was slouched and lazy and his hood concealed all of his features, quite a rarity for someone who was all about their appearance. The arena was empty, aside from the camera man recording him
Tyler Breeze: I thought perhaps I would deny everyone my face until I accomplished something truly praise worthy in this company. But then..
Almost as if on cue, lights in the ring, set-up like a cat-walk during a high class fashion, let up. Tyler pushed himself to his feet and removed his hood to reveal that face that so many in his industry pursued.
Tyler Breeze: ..why should I deprive everyone of so much perfection? I'm afraid I'm not ready for my 'dark phase' just yet. Simply put, my confidence is at an all-time high. Why you may ask? I had an opportunity at the Breakout Title before and I came up just a bit short. I'll tell you why..
His face turned deathly serious.
Tyler Breeze: Because I was so close to being a champion that now I refuse to go without having a title around his gorgeous waist. You see, I'm hungry now. When you nearly have something so prestigious in your grasp it becomes intoxicating. I want that feeling to be fully developed. But most importantly, I want to prove how truly superior I am to everyone in this match and everyone on this roster. How many of these 'superstars' could possibly make a transition into modeling? None. Not a single one. And certainly not at my level. But I will become the Breakout Champion. I will conquer this pitiful little wrestling world.
He smirked just slightly
Tyler Breeze: I never thought I would care so much about some tacky, piece of gold but..no..I care. I want it. I want it more than anyone else. Especially that ugly, pale, out of shape, bearded uggo, Damien Sandow.
It looked as though Tyler was prepared to go into another full fledged meltdown again but he suppressed the urge.
Tyler Breeze: That nerd, that hideous insect..I had a perfect record until I encountered him. Perhaps I did take him too lightly. Not this time. I don't make the same mistake twice. He is ugly, he is a nerd, he is unfashionable..but he is intelligent. And I'm quite sure he is already planning a strategy and I'm positive that he is well aware that he doesn't have to be pinned in order to lose his title. Any of the the other ungodly unfortunate looking misfits in this match can be disposed of and that championship can go slipping right out of his greasy little fingers. So you may think that Damien isn't my main focus. I can pick off whomever is weakest at the moment and walk off a champion. But no. I want to crush Sandow. I want him to feel completely inferior to me in every way, not that he isn't already. I want him to feel helpless and understand that no matter how smart you are..in this world..the beautiful get whatever they want. And I, most certainly, am beautiful.
Holding his phone above his head, he took the opportunity for a snapshot.
Tyler Breeze: Oh, but I haven't forgot about the others. Not at all. How could I overlook someone like Bray Wyatt?
Breeze shuddered when mentioning the disturbed man from the south
Tyler Breeze: I could go on about Bray's filthy hair and his cringe worthy physique. I could spend hours on that rat's nest that does a poor job of hiding his already ghastly face. Or his clothing. But I won't. Because, very clearly, there is something going on in his head that isn't..quite..right. You are a strange, frightening man, Bray. Unpredictable. You yourself probably have no idea what you're going to do. But I won't let you do it to me. I don't want you to touch me or even make eye contact. If you want to preach your message, whatever it is, go right ahead. You can hospitalize everyone in this match if you feel the need. these buzzards you talk about? They can pick everyone apart until there's nothing left. ..But you leave enough of Sandow for me. Because as strange and as scary as you may be..I won't hesitate for a moment to kick your face off. Scary will be what I'm capable of if I don't win that title.
Again, Tyler looked a little more off-kilter than usual. Far more so.
Tyler Breeze: But let's not think about that, hm? Let's talk about Austin Aries. The 'Greatest Man That Ever Lived". ..More like, the ugliest man that ever lived. Nice mustache. Oh, did I say nice? I meant completely nauseating. If that is what greatness is, the bar has been set pitifully low. I understand that Aries is renowned for his ability in the ring and in the microphone. But if he's so great..shouldn't he be at the very top of his profession? I just see a dirty little underachiever, wrapped up in bravado and false promises. A delusional little man with awful hair. Let's keep you right where you belong and that's underneath the boot of people like me. But, let's face it, being anywhere near 'Prince Pretty' is a privilege..
A perfect time for another selfie presented itself
Tyler Breeze: ..What is NOT a privilege is having to lay eyes on Bo Dallas again. Some uggo I've already beaten who couldn't 'Bo-Lieve' enough to retire on the spot after I dominated him. So now I have to see his horrible smile and abysmal hair. Do you see a theme hair? Does ANYONE in this match own a decent conditioner? Or know what a towel is? Bo always looks like he just surfaced from the black lagoon he calls home. It can't POSSIBLY be because he took a shower because the man smells even worse than your average sweaty wrestler. I, myself, do not sweat..I glisten with gorgeous. I would compliment Bo on his ability but..having already defeated him, I don't feel the need to do that. Maybe after I do it again he'll become 'inspired' enough to do something about that flabby tummy and horse grin of his.
A light chuckle. Model, recording artist and entirely hilarious
Tyler Breeze: Which brings me to Kane. The biggest and without a doubt ugliest person in this match. And someone with no excuse to have bad hair. I understand he's bald..I think..but you're telling me he CHOOSES to wear a wig that rancid and un-presentable? Astounding. Astoundingly gross and stupid but still astounding. However, Kane is remarkably powerful and he's done some terrible things to others in the past. Not to be taken lightly in the least. Only a fool would choose to overlook such an..ogre. A beast. A monster. I understand that Kane has probably not seen a lot of beautiful things in his life but he has the opportunity to see the most good looking piece of gorgeous right in front of his very eyes. He can stand back, take in the splendor..and..you know..choke slam someone whenever they get too uppity. Because I don't care if he's a demon..NO ONE is preventing me from becoming the Breakout Champion. Monsters, genius', devil's, motivational speakers..and whatever Austin Aries is supposed to be. I am ushering in a new golden age of Gorgeous and will NOT be stopped by any of you. I will take that title through every runway on Earth and bring it more prestige than of you freaks could possibly dream of.
A cleansing sigh is released as Tyler looks down at his waist, visualizing the golden title around his waist, and he nods in approval.
Tyler Breeze: Yes. I'm going to give that title a face-lift to match it's new owner. And after that? The entire EBWF itself.
Lofty goals were set but not surprising from such an ego-maniac. The 'King of Cuteville' gazed into the camera and was preparing to take his most prolific selfie thus far