Mt. Gorgeous
Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 4:03 pm
Tyler Breeze: My name is Tyler Breeze and I..am..gorgeous..
A sight many EBWF fans had come to recognize very well during his nearly year long stint in the EBWF. The face of Tyler Breeze. He emerged shortly after the 2014 King of the Ring and his rookie year had to be considered a success as had claimed two championship reigns and was still in the middle of one. He smirked his perfect smirk and ran a hand through his blonde, pulled back locks which were always in impeccable condition. His phone was filming him, as was usually the case, and the area surrounding him appeared to very dark. But, obviously, the male model shined like gold in any environment. The red and golden trimmed cape he wore, replacing his old fur coats, was a bold fashion choice but who else could pull off a look like this other than Tyler Breeze.
Tyler Breeze: And almost as importantly..I am still your Breakout Champion.
The Breakout Title was resting over his shoulder and polished to a sparkle. Something else for him to use that would allow him to gaze at his own reflection.
Tyler Breeze: Everyone doubted me. Everyone wrote me off. How dare you. You wild pack of insignificant uggos. When Bully Ray came chasing me for my title the whole world that it was as good as his. But, as you can see, I am still the most beautiful champion in EBWF history. I defeated a man known for his toughness. A man known for his violent streak. I made him look like a complete amateur and I did it with STYLE. So the next time any of you hideous beasts decide to underestimate me..
He scowled deeply. He was still pretty. Still gorgeous. But angry at having been underestimated.
Tyler Breeze: ..don't.
The more intense look was replaced by his trademark quirked eyebrow and puckered lips. Often imitated but never duplicated.
Tyler Breeze: I am beginning King of the Ring during the kickoff show for one very simple reason. My massive legion of fans simply will not wait to see me grace their television screens. If I were to appear later in the show the EBWF knows their would be a full on riot on their hands. Being the generous soul that I am, I agreed to allow the audience the opportunity to witness Prince Pretty before any other of these so-called "superstars". But make no mistake. It doesn't matter where on the card I am. My star will always shine the brightest and I'm always going to be what everyone is talking about after the show. Every second I hold the Breakout Title, it becomes more glorious and more spectacular. My presence is known on an international level, from every end of the Earth. So this title, by default, is the most prestigious title in all of professional wrestling.
Tyler seemed to give equal amounts of attention to his reflection in both his championship gold and his always present phone.
Tyler Breeze: However, the two opponents I'm facing off against..
The King of Cuteville rolled his eyes and everything about his expression just screamed "UGH".
Tyler Breeze: ..Don't deserve the free publicity they're going to receive from being in the ring with me. How exactly did either one of them receive a title shot in the first place? If this was a world wide ugly competition these two cavemen would certainly win first place and runner up. But is that enough to be granted a shot at ME? I don't think so. Alas, heavy is the head that wears the gorgeous crown and I must always be prepared for whatever challenge comes my way. Or, in this case, whatever sewer they crawled out of. Speaking of where they came from..Mankind..isn't this..a place you like to call home?
Tyler turned his phone away from himself to reveal that he was in the boiler room the arena. Dark, dampy and spooky. Various pieces of steel machinery flooded the eye.
Tyler Breeze: Just..look at this. For years, this is where Mankind kept himself like the hideous monster that he so truly is. I don't see the big deal. I mean, HOW can someone even survive down here? Would anyone even possibly consider bringing you a latte? What kind of wifi signal is there? All of my WannaBreeze on instagram would be lost without a daily photo from me. But, I suppose Mankind wouldn't really have that issue now would he? He does wear a mask after all. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work properly. You can still see bits and pieces of his horrid face. And his awful hair. And malformed ear. Might I suggest something that provides a little more coverage? A burlap sack maybe?
The Breakout Champion turned the phone back to himself.
Tyler Breeze: I am going to have to further investigate to see how the twisted mind of opponent #1 works.
It wasn't worth risking the dirt and grime infiltrating his awe-inspiring looks. So Tyler placed a medical mask over his mouth and nose. But it had that certain Tyler Breeze touch. It was furry and the same color as his cape. He began to progress forward through the dusty boiler room, shining his phone towards the pipes and such as the floor creaked with each of his steps.
Tyler Breeze: ..I understand. I understand why someone like Mankind hangs out in a place like this. Because who on Earth could stand to look at a sight like him? He may possibly be the one the most wretched sights known to man. And I swear to everything holy if he even ATTEMPTS to stick his fingers into my mouth..
There were some audible gagging sounds just at the mere thought
Tyler Breeze: ..I will sue every single person in this company that allowed it to happen. If he even CONSIDERS IT, I will walk straight out of that ring and march right to my lawyers office. And--You know what? I'm still not seeing anything worthy of my attention in this garbage hole. This is just vile. I have seen enough. Mankind lives in boiler rooms because he's disgusting and forever alone. Cases closed.
Tyler quickly exited the boiler room and removed his mask, giving a repulsed look back at the dungeon he was shifting about in.
Tyler Breeze: I don't really need to get into your head, Mankind. You're just like Bully Ray. Except that you've managed to gain more notoriety. Another ugly, scarred up "hardcore" wrestler. And we all saw what happened to the last one that I had to face. So, I have to pose a question..
A crafty grin appeared on his face as he began to ponder and stroke his chin
Tyler Breeze: If I defeat Bully Ray and Mankind..would that make me..the NEW king of hardcore? Yes, I believe it would. The GORGEOUS king of hardcore. Has a certain ring to it. Everyone would be forced to forget the likes of Bully Ray and Mankind..
He seemed to thoroughly enjoy of adding another notch in his belt and perhaps another nickname.
Tyler Breeze: But I've spent enough time talking about Mankind. Let's move onto Roman Reigns.
A dejected sigh came from the champion
Tyler Breeze: I can just hear the shrieks from the uneducated females in the audience now. People keep telling me that Roman Reigns is HANDSOME. HIM. How could ANYONE talk about looks when TYLER BREEZE is in the same company?
He huffed and clearly was not fond of the idea that anyone could possibly be considered attractive as long as he was in the picture.
Tyler Breeze: I'm better looking than he is. My hair is far superior to his. And I'm a champion. End of story. Now, I'm aware that everyone believes that it's only a matter of time before Reigns is holding gold because he comes from such a prestigious lineage. The thing they fail to realize is that I come from my own legacy. A legacy of being really, ridiculously good looking. So Roman can keep his ugly family tree.
He began to stroll through the arena and hanging above him were photo's of various pro wrestlers. Some current and some legendary. He stopped underneath a framed image of the Wild Samoans and zoomed his camera in closer. Sika, of course, being the father of Roman Reigns. The duo looked rather fearsome.
Tyler Breeze: I mean..look at this. What's going on here? Has a comb ever gone through that hair? The floral pattern? ALL WRONG. Those beards? I just..no..I can't..
Tyler held up his palm and stepped backwards, giving his head a shake or two. He just couldn't stomach such fashion disasters.
Tyler Breeze: This is where Roman Reigns' origins began. As the boiler rooms shaped Mankind, this what shaped Roman Reigns. I know he's supposed to be some kind of bad ass but answer me this. If he's so tough, why does he wear a bullet proof vest? Or..whatever that thing is supposed to be. I COULD wear something like that but I'm not as greedy or as selfish as Roman. How could I go about denying the world the visual of my perfectly sculpted torso? Roman Reigns should be ashamed of himself. ..And his family..should be ashamed..of him. Because his EBWF debut is not going to end with his arms raised in victory. No. It's going to end with me giving him the Beauty Shot of a lifetime. He claims he's going to break my pretty little face?
This prompted Tyler to inspect his good looks with a satisfied smile.
Tyler Breeze: ..It is very pretty, isn't it? But better men than him have tried. Former World Champions have tried and failed JUST like Roman Reigns is going to fail. I'm not ready to give up my prize. The golden age of GORGEOUS is just getting started. And Mankind and Roman Reigns only get to be foot notes in it's dazzling history. Those that try to topple Mt.Gorgeous are going to end up broken and battered at the bottom. And that list is just going to continue to grow and grow until I feel like staking my next claim. So watch closely and try to peel your eyes away. The spotlight once again belongs to me and I'm going to prove, once again, that 2015 belongs to Tyler Breeze and Tyler Breeze alone.
Poised and cool headed as ever, the EBWF's most alluring talent shut off his phone. Even the threat of two challengers at once didn't seem to shake his confidence.
A sight many EBWF fans had come to recognize very well during his nearly year long stint in the EBWF. The face of Tyler Breeze. He emerged shortly after the 2014 King of the Ring and his rookie year had to be considered a success as had claimed two championship reigns and was still in the middle of one. He smirked his perfect smirk and ran a hand through his blonde, pulled back locks which were always in impeccable condition. His phone was filming him, as was usually the case, and the area surrounding him appeared to very dark. But, obviously, the male model shined like gold in any environment. The red and golden trimmed cape he wore, replacing his old fur coats, was a bold fashion choice but who else could pull off a look like this other than Tyler Breeze.
Tyler Breeze: And almost as importantly..I am still your Breakout Champion.
The Breakout Title was resting over his shoulder and polished to a sparkle. Something else for him to use that would allow him to gaze at his own reflection.
Tyler Breeze: Everyone doubted me. Everyone wrote me off. How dare you. You wild pack of insignificant uggos. When Bully Ray came chasing me for my title the whole world that it was as good as his. But, as you can see, I am still the most beautiful champion in EBWF history. I defeated a man known for his toughness. A man known for his violent streak. I made him look like a complete amateur and I did it with STYLE. So the next time any of you hideous beasts decide to underestimate me..
He scowled deeply. He was still pretty. Still gorgeous. But angry at having been underestimated.
Tyler Breeze: ..don't.
The more intense look was replaced by his trademark quirked eyebrow and puckered lips. Often imitated but never duplicated.
Tyler Breeze: I am beginning King of the Ring during the kickoff show for one very simple reason. My massive legion of fans simply will not wait to see me grace their television screens. If I were to appear later in the show the EBWF knows their would be a full on riot on their hands. Being the generous soul that I am, I agreed to allow the audience the opportunity to witness Prince Pretty before any other of these so-called "superstars". But make no mistake. It doesn't matter where on the card I am. My star will always shine the brightest and I'm always going to be what everyone is talking about after the show. Every second I hold the Breakout Title, it becomes more glorious and more spectacular. My presence is known on an international level, from every end of the Earth. So this title, by default, is the most prestigious title in all of professional wrestling.
Tyler seemed to give equal amounts of attention to his reflection in both his championship gold and his always present phone.
Tyler Breeze: However, the two opponents I'm facing off against..
The King of Cuteville rolled his eyes and everything about his expression just screamed "UGH".
Tyler Breeze: ..Don't deserve the free publicity they're going to receive from being in the ring with me. How exactly did either one of them receive a title shot in the first place? If this was a world wide ugly competition these two cavemen would certainly win first place and runner up. But is that enough to be granted a shot at ME? I don't think so. Alas, heavy is the head that wears the gorgeous crown and I must always be prepared for whatever challenge comes my way. Or, in this case, whatever sewer they crawled out of. Speaking of where they came from..Mankind..isn't this..a place you like to call home?
Tyler turned his phone away from himself to reveal that he was in the boiler room the arena. Dark, dampy and spooky. Various pieces of steel machinery flooded the eye.
Tyler Breeze: Just..look at this. For years, this is where Mankind kept himself like the hideous monster that he so truly is. I don't see the big deal. I mean, HOW can someone even survive down here? Would anyone even possibly consider bringing you a latte? What kind of wifi signal is there? All of my WannaBreeze on instagram would be lost without a daily photo from me. But, I suppose Mankind wouldn't really have that issue now would he? He does wear a mask after all. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work properly. You can still see bits and pieces of his horrid face. And his awful hair. And malformed ear. Might I suggest something that provides a little more coverage? A burlap sack maybe?
The Breakout Champion turned the phone back to himself.
Tyler Breeze: I am going to have to further investigate to see how the twisted mind of opponent #1 works.
It wasn't worth risking the dirt and grime infiltrating his awe-inspiring looks. So Tyler placed a medical mask over his mouth and nose. But it had that certain Tyler Breeze touch. It was furry and the same color as his cape. He began to progress forward through the dusty boiler room, shining his phone towards the pipes and such as the floor creaked with each of his steps.
Tyler Breeze: ..I understand. I understand why someone like Mankind hangs out in a place like this. Because who on Earth could stand to look at a sight like him? He may possibly be the one the most wretched sights known to man. And I swear to everything holy if he even ATTEMPTS to stick his fingers into my mouth..
There were some audible gagging sounds just at the mere thought
Tyler Breeze: ..I will sue every single person in this company that allowed it to happen. If he even CONSIDERS IT, I will walk straight out of that ring and march right to my lawyers office. And--You know what? I'm still not seeing anything worthy of my attention in this garbage hole. This is just vile. I have seen enough. Mankind lives in boiler rooms because he's disgusting and forever alone. Cases closed.
Tyler quickly exited the boiler room and removed his mask, giving a repulsed look back at the dungeon he was shifting about in.
Tyler Breeze: I don't really need to get into your head, Mankind. You're just like Bully Ray. Except that you've managed to gain more notoriety. Another ugly, scarred up "hardcore" wrestler. And we all saw what happened to the last one that I had to face. So, I have to pose a question..
A crafty grin appeared on his face as he began to ponder and stroke his chin
Tyler Breeze: If I defeat Bully Ray and Mankind..would that make me..the NEW king of hardcore? Yes, I believe it would. The GORGEOUS king of hardcore. Has a certain ring to it. Everyone would be forced to forget the likes of Bully Ray and Mankind..
He seemed to thoroughly enjoy of adding another notch in his belt and perhaps another nickname.
Tyler Breeze: But I've spent enough time talking about Mankind. Let's move onto Roman Reigns.
A dejected sigh came from the champion
Tyler Breeze: I can just hear the shrieks from the uneducated females in the audience now. People keep telling me that Roman Reigns is HANDSOME. HIM. How could ANYONE talk about looks when TYLER BREEZE is in the same company?
He huffed and clearly was not fond of the idea that anyone could possibly be considered attractive as long as he was in the picture.
Tyler Breeze: I'm better looking than he is. My hair is far superior to his. And I'm a champion. End of story. Now, I'm aware that everyone believes that it's only a matter of time before Reigns is holding gold because he comes from such a prestigious lineage. The thing they fail to realize is that I come from my own legacy. A legacy of being really, ridiculously good looking. So Roman can keep his ugly family tree.
He began to stroll through the arena and hanging above him were photo's of various pro wrestlers. Some current and some legendary. He stopped underneath a framed image of the Wild Samoans and zoomed his camera in closer. Sika, of course, being the father of Roman Reigns. The duo looked rather fearsome.
Tyler Breeze: I mean..look at this. What's going on here? Has a comb ever gone through that hair? The floral pattern? ALL WRONG. Those beards? I just..no..I can't..
Tyler held up his palm and stepped backwards, giving his head a shake or two. He just couldn't stomach such fashion disasters.
Tyler Breeze: This is where Roman Reigns' origins began. As the boiler rooms shaped Mankind, this what shaped Roman Reigns. I know he's supposed to be some kind of bad ass but answer me this. If he's so tough, why does he wear a bullet proof vest? Or..whatever that thing is supposed to be. I COULD wear something like that but I'm not as greedy or as selfish as Roman. How could I go about denying the world the visual of my perfectly sculpted torso? Roman Reigns should be ashamed of himself. ..And his family..should be ashamed..of him. Because his EBWF debut is not going to end with his arms raised in victory. No. It's going to end with me giving him the Beauty Shot of a lifetime. He claims he's going to break my pretty little face?
This prompted Tyler to inspect his good looks with a satisfied smile.
Tyler Breeze: ..It is very pretty, isn't it? But better men than him have tried. Former World Champions have tried and failed JUST like Roman Reigns is going to fail. I'm not ready to give up my prize. The golden age of GORGEOUS is just getting started. And Mankind and Roman Reigns only get to be foot notes in it's dazzling history. Those that try to topple Mt.Gorgeous are going to end up broken and battered at the bottom. And that list is just going to continue to grow and grow until I feel like staking my next claim. So watch closely and try to peel your eyes away. The spotlight once again belongs to me and I'm going to prove, once again, that 2015 belongs to Tyler Breeze and Tyler Breeze alone.
Poised and cool headed as ever, the EBWF's most alluring talent shut off his phone. Even the threat of two challengers at once didn't seem to shake his confidence.