Breathtaking
Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 6:09 pm
A smirk had formed on the super good looking face of one Tyler Breeze. Every expression he made was highly sought after and adored but this one looked slightly more malicious than usual. He was gazing into his phone, covered in a purple and black colored protective case, and, somewhat surprisingly it was not at his own image. Although he was still involved. It was footage from WrestleMania, specifically his falling out with his brief tag team partner CJ Parker. The Gorgeous One was standing backstage with Renee Young who was somewhat impatiently waiting to begin the interview. Each time she tried to intervene, Tyler would halt her. Without looking at her, he held up his hand and kept his eyes fixated upon his own brutal attack.
Tyler Breeze: Shush. Let's watch it again.
The model's fists went flying into the hippie's face again and again. A display of violence that was somewhat uncharacteristic from the King of Cuteville. With a satisfied sigh, Tyler finally stopped the video after a quick press from his thumb.
Tyler Breeze: I'm so pretty. I couldn't be happier with myself.
It seemed to take Tyler a moment or two to even remember that Renee was even there.
Tyler Breeze: Did you see how good I looked? Look at my hair. It was amazing. You would think the outdoor environment would dry out these gorgeous locks but..no. Not for me. My hair looks like a radiant glow of sunshine. Surrounded by so many ugly, unwashed people. Especially the one who I was pummeling. Quite the juxtaposition, wouldn't you say?
Renee went to finally speak but Tyler cut her off once again.
Tyler Breeze: Yes. I'm aware I'm looking exceptionally good looking today. Next question.
It didn't take Tyler too long before he was enamored the sight of himself in his phone while he smoothed a hand through his tied back hair.
Renee Young: Well, we haven't seen you since that incident at WrestleMania when you attacked your former partner CJ Parker. I have to say, it's pretty surprising since that isn't really a side of you that we've seen so far..
Tyler's eyes darkened and he slowly lowered his phone turned his head towards the interviewer.
Tyler Breeze: That was a blemish on my year. I don't do blemish's. This face is perfection and this year was going perfect until that point. CJ Parker cost me that match and he cost me my fist title. HE lost that match. Not me. Every last ounce of blame for that loss rested entirely on his shoulders and I made him pay for it. And do you know what? It felt..good. Very refreshing. There are times when I have to show the world that I'm not just a pretty face. That was one of those times.
His voice was a little more tense than the model's usually aloof tone.
Tyler Breeze: The biggest platform of my wrestling career and he tried to make me look like a joke. Do I look like a joke to you, Renee? Do I?
The Canadian and fellow blonde gave her head a few vehement shakes.
Renee Young: No, not at all..
That nasty looked remained on Tyler's face as he continued to speak.
Tyler Breeze: You may be able to tell that I'm not in a particularly good mood. I'm going to take out the rest of my frustrations on that throwback that should have never came back..Christian. Oh, and just, what a great debut for him, right? He pretends to hold up Todd Grisham with a fake knife and loses to a fifty year old man with a bandanna surgically attached to his head. Very impressive.
The sarcasm and condescending tone was very apparent in Prince Pretty's tone of voice as his expression began to slowly drift back to normal.
Renee Young: You..are somewhat neglecting that he also faced the current World Champion. Everything considered, a lot of fans think he made a very good showing for himself.
Tyler rose a brow and looked towards Renee as if she had just uttered something horribly offensive.
Tyler Breeze: Dolph Ziggler's hair..is disgusting. He's the World Champion. Go to a salon. Cover your roots. Show a little pride in your appearance. THIS is what the hair of someone representing an entire company should look like..
Posing was almost second nature to Tyler and he struck a magnificent one that displayed his golden strands.
Tyler Breeze: Not that..pile of roadkill Ziggler had on top of his head.
Renee Young: I--
Tyler Breeze: And Christian's hair? Don't even get me started. Look, I understand that both he and Edge are in their 'cool dad' phase and they are still trying to be hip..but..ick. Just..no. Stop. Go away, uggo's.
Renee Young: Hair style aside, and what ever other cosmetic faults you may find in him, Christian is a highly accomplished veteran. There aren't many titles he hasn't held in numerous organizations, including this one. You may be overlooking him just a tad..
The young, brash up and comer scoffed at the very notion of such a thing.
Tyler Breeze: Renee..don't be an idiot. I completely understand the impact someone like Christian has had on this little 'wrasslin business' thing. Don't you think I've studied tapes? Sure, while Christian was busy cutting his teeth in the Attitude Era, I was merely a gorgeous, awe-inspiring child model. I happen to think he's quite talented. Or rather..was quite talented. His time has come and gone. It's slipped right through his finger tips like ugly grains of sand. Let me explain it you, Christian and everyone else watching right now. People like Christian are only here to make people like me look good.
After a pause he placed a few fingers on his chin and looked up and began to ponder what he had just said
Tyler Breeze: ..As if I could possibly look any better. How can you possibly improve upon perfection personified?
That contemplative look returned before Tyler snapped his fingers.
Tyler Breeze: There is only one thing I'm lacking at this moment. MORE. GOLD. I feel so..naked without a title.
Tyler held out a palm and shook his head at Renee
Tyler Breeze: ..Renee..focus on your job and not the seed that was implanted in your head. As difficult as it may be. I've never done photo's in that state of undress and if I did it would be very tasteful nudes.
Renee Young: Right. I'll try.
Tyler Breeze: You see, I've come to discover that I loved how that gold felt around my waist and I want it back. So if I have go through people like Christian to get back into title contention..so be it. By any means necessary. I know that I have looks that inspire an entire nation. But can't simply just be known for that. Christian is going to find out, just like Parker did, just how vicious I can truly be. I am not going to stand around idly to be used to help revitalize Christian's struggling career. I am GOING to be a champion again. You were going on about how many titles Christian's held in his LONG, BORING, DULL career? You are entering a golden age of gorgeous, Renee. My first reign was held back by that disgusting pile of dreadlocks. My next one is going undeniably..breathtaking.
Suddenly, before Renee could get to any further questions, shouting in a foreign language could be heard. Japanese to be exact. Tyler clicked his tongue at his teeth and making a "tsk" sound.
Tyler Breeze: Japanese Paparazzi. They've found me. Devious, aren't they? Wait. Why am I talking to you? Like you would possibly understand super model problems..
With a sly grin, Tyler tugged the hood of his furry jacket over his head and casually strolled away with the photographers snapping pictures as they bombarded him with requests. It seemed as though Tyler was taking it all in jovial stride before he suddenly palmed one of the photographers face and shoved him to the floor. The snaps stopped and surprised gasps could be heard.
Tyler Breeze: NO. PICTURES.
Clearly intent on proving how focused he was, it was almost impossible to think that the vain wrestler would turn down a photo-op. But that's what just happened. After a confident smirk, he walked off again, but this time without anyone daring to follow.
Tyler Breeze: Shush. Let's watch it again.
The model's fists went flying into the hippie's face again and again. A display of violence that was somewhat uncharacteristic from the King of Cuteville. With a satisfied sigh, Tyler finally stopped the video after a quick press from his thumb.
Tyler Breeze: I'm so pretty. I couldn't be happier with myself.
It seemed to take Tyler a moment or two to even remember that Renee was even there.
Tyler Breeze: Did you see how good I looked? Look at my hair. It was amazing. You would think the outdoor environment would dry out these gorgeous locks but..no. Not for me. My hair looks like a radiant glow of sunshine. Surrounded by so many ugly, unwashed people. Especially the one who I was pummeling. Quite the juxtaposition, wouldn't you say?
Renee went to finally speak but Tyler cut her off once again.
Tyler Breeze: Yes. I'm aware I'm looking exceptionally good looking today. Next question.
It didn't take Tyler too long before he was enamored the sight of himself in his phone while he smoothed a hand through his tied back hair.
Renee Young: Well, we haven't seen you since that incident at WrestleMania when you attacked your former partner CJ Parker. I have to say, it's pretty surprising since that isn't really a side of you that we've seen so far..
Tyler's eyes darkened and he slowly lowered his phone turned his head towards the interviewer.
Tyler Breeze: That was a blemish on my year. I don't do blemish's. This face is perfection and this year was going perfect until that point. CJ Parker cost me that match and he cost me my fist title. HE lost that match. Not me. Every last ounce of blame for that loss rested entirely on his shoulders and I made him pay for it. And do you know what? It felt..good. Very refreshing. There are times when I have to show the world that I'm not just a pretty face. That was one of those times.
His voice was a little more tense than the model's usually aloof tone.
Tyler Breeze: The biggest platform of my wrestling career and he tried to make me look like a joke. Do I look like a joke to you, Renee? Do I?
The Canadian and fellow blonde gave her head a few vehement shakes.
Renee Young: No, not at all..
That nasty looked remained on Tyler's face as he continued to speak.
Tyler Breeze: You may be able to tell that I'm not in a particularly good mood. I'm going to take out the rest of my frustrations on that throwback that should have never came back..Christian. Oh, and just, what a great debut for him, right? He pretends to hold up Todd Grisham with a fake knife and loses to a fifty year old man with a bandanna surgically attached to his head. Very impressive.
The sarcasm and condescending tone was very apparent in Prince Pretty's tone of voice as his expression began to slowly drift back to normal.
Renee Young: You..are somewhat neglecting that he also faced the current World Champion. Everything considered, a lot of fans think he made a very good showing for himself.
Tyler rose a brow and looked towards Renee as if she had just uttered something horribly offensive.
Tyler Breeze: Dolph Ziggler's hair..is disgusting. He's the World Champion. Go to a salon. Cover your roots. Show a little pride in your appearance. THIS is what the hair of someone representing an entire company should look like..
Posing was almost second nature to Tyler and he struck a magnificent one that displayed his golden strands.
Tyler Breeze: Not that..pile of roadkill Ziggler had on top of his head.
Renee Young: I--
Tyler Breeze: And Christian's hair? Don't even get me started. Look, I understand that both he and Edge are in their 'cool dad' phase and they are still trying to be hip..but..ick. Just..no. Stop. Go away, uggo's.
Renee Young: Hair style aside, and what ever other cosmetic faults you may find in him, Christian is a highly accomplished veteran. There aren't many titles he hasn't held in numerous organizations, including this one. You may be overlooking him just a tad..
The young, brash up and comer scoffed at the very notion of such a thing.
Tyler Breeze: Renee..don't be an idiot. I completely understand the impact someone like Christian has had on this little 'wrasslin business' thing. Don't you think I've studied tapes? Sure, while Christian was busy cutting his teeth in the Attitude Era, I was merely a gorgeous, awe-inspiring child model. I happen to think he's quite talented. Or rather..was quite talented. His time has come and gone. It's slipped right through his finger tips like ugly grains of sand. Let me explain it you, Christian and everyone else watching right now. People like Christian are only here to make people like me look good.
After a pause he placed a few fingers on his chin and looked up and began to ponder what he had just said
Tyler Breeze: ..As if I could possibly look any better. How can you possibly improve upon perfection personified?
That contemplative look returned before Tyler snapped his fingers.
Tyler Breeze: There is only one thing I'm lacking at this moment. MORE. GOLD. I feel so..naked without a title.
Tyler held out a palm and shook his head at Renee
Tyler Breeze: ..Renee..focus on your job and not the seed that was implanted in your head. As difficult as it may be. I've never done photo's in that state of undress and if I did it would be very tasteful nudes.
Renee Young: Right. I'll try.
Tyler Breeze: You see, I've come to discover that I loved how that gold felt around my waist and I want it back. So if I have go through people like Christian to get back into title contention..so be it. By any means necessary. I know that I have looks that inspire an entire nation. But can't simply just be known for that. Christian is going to find out, just like Parker did, just how vicious I can truly be. I am not going to stand around idly to be used to help revitalize Christian's struggling career. I am GOING to be a champion again. You were going on about how many titles Christian's held in his LONG, BORING, DULL career? You are entering a golden age of gorgeous, Renee. My first reign was held back by that disgusting pile of dreadlocks. My next one is going undeniably..breathtaking.
Suddenly, before Renee could get to any further questions, shouting in a foreign language could be heard. Japanese to be exact. Tyler clicked his tongue at his teeth and making a "tsk" sound.
Tyler Breeze: Japanese Paparazzi. They've found me. Devious, aren't they? Wait. Why am I talking to you? Like you would possibly understand super model problems..
With a sly grin, Tyler tugged the hood of his furry jacket over his head and casually strolled away with the photographers snapping pictures as they bombarded him with requests. It seemed as though Tyler was taking it all in jovial stride before he suddenly palmed one of the photographers face and shoved him to the floor. The snaps stopped and surprised gasps could be heard.
Tyler Breeze: NO. PICTURES.
Clearly intent on proving how focused he was, it was almost impossible to think that the vain wrestler would turn down a photo-op. But that's what just happened. After a confident smirk, he walked off again, but this time without anyone daring to follow.
