Test
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:30 pm
The camera's followed Tyler Breeze shortly after his loss to Jeff Hardy as he was found sitting on a trainers table with a pack of ice resting against his head. He winced a bit and did not look to be in a very good mood, for obvious reasons.
Camera Man: Tyler, it would appear as though your Breakout Title reign has--
Tyler Breeze: Cheated! He CHEATED!
Camera Man: Forgive me for disagreeing but I didn't see-=
Tyler Breeze: Drugs! He does all the drugs and then he comes to the ring! How was I supposed to be able to hurt him? He was on bath salts or something and I'm lucky I didn't get my face chewed off. Why is he allowed to compete when he's hopped up on God knows what? He. Cheated. I absolutely demand that he be forced to take a drug test and once he fails I'm given my title back. In the very least I want a re-match!
Camera Man: Well, you do have a match booked for Monday night..
Tyler Breeze: Is it against Jeff "I Love Meth" Hardy? Because it had better be!
Camera Man: It's actually not against Jeff Hardy. It's in the main event against..Brock Lesnar.
Tyler almost instantly dropped his ice pack and his face seemed to go a little pale. He closed his eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath.
Tyler Breeze: Get out. Get out right now. Get that camera out of my gorgeous face NOW!
The former champion snapped at the camera man as he quickly back peddled so as to not face his gorgeous wrath
****
Some time later, in a new arena, the camera was focused upon newly appointed GM "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. The rattlesnake was heading down a hallway, presumably towards an office of some kind, before a certain world famous super model stepped in front of his path. The two looked each other over. They contrasted one another greatly. Tyler with his furry coat and sparkle covered pants and Austin in his black shirt and jeans. Austin spoke in his usual gruff tone of voice.
Steve Austin: Can I help you?
Tyler Breeze: Yes. You can. You can take me out of that match with Brock Lesnar that you booked for starters.
Steve Austin: Ya don't want to wrestle Brock? What are ya? ..Yella?
Tyler Breeze: No, I'm not "yella", I don't even know what that means. I'm GORGEOUS.
Steve Austin: So what's the problem?
Tyler Breeze: I want a rematch against Jeff Hardy.
Steve Austin: You don't have a rematch with Jeff Hardy.
Tyler Breeze: Why. Not?
Steve Austin: 'Cause you were going on and on about how you've beaten former World champions. Ya said you were the best Breakout Champion of all time. So I said to myself 'Jesus Christ! This kid deserves to step up the ladder'! So I put ya in a main event.
Tyler Breeze: Yes but it's against BROCK LESNAR. He's barely human. I'm tired of being forced into matches with these freak shows.
Steve Austin: And Brock Lesnar is a higher level of competition. You beat him and you've made name for yourself.
Tyler Breeze: I already have a name. It's Prince Pretty.
Austin just stared, unblinking, as if he had never been confronted with such a thing.
Tyler Breeze: Also the King of Cuteville.
Steve Austin: Ya willing call yourself that?
Tyler Breeze: Uh. Yes? Why wouldn't I?
Steve Austin: I ain't callin' ya that. Ever. But the match with Brock is still on.
Tyler looked like he wanted to tear his hair out but slowly nodded in agreement.
Tyler Breeze: Fine. If that's what you want. I'm going to look Brock Lesnar square in the eyes and, as you might say, "whip his ass". And, when I do that, I had better receive some opportunities around here.
Steve Austin: You do that, son.
Tyler scowled and straightened his coat in a huff as he stormed off, leaving Austin to simply squint his eyes and shake his head at what he had just encountered.
Camera Man: Tyler, it would appear as though your Breakout Title reign has--
Tyler Breeze: Cheated! He CHEATED!
Camera Man: Forgive me for disagreeing but I didn't see-=
Tyler Breeze: Drugs! He does all the drugs and then he comes to the ring! How was I supposed to be able to hurt him? He was on bath salts or something and I'm lucky I didn't get my face chewed off. Why is he allowed to compete when he's hopped up on God knows what? He. Cheated. I absolutely demand that he be forced to take a drug test and once he fails I'm given my title back. In the very least I want a re-match!
Camera Man: Well, you do have a match booked for Monday night..
Tyler Breeze: Is it against Jeff "I Love Meth" Hardy? Because it had better be!
Camera Man: It's actually not against Jeff Hardy. It's in the main event against..Brock Lesnar.
Tyler almost instantly dropped his ice pack and his face seemed to go a little pale. He closed his eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath.
Tyler Breeze: Get out. Get out right now. Get that camera out of my gorgeous face NOW!
The former champion snapped at the camera man as he quickly back peddled so as to not face his gorgeous wrath
****
Some time later, in a new arena, the camera was focused upon newly appointed GM "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. The rattlesnake was heading down a hallway, presumably towards an office of some kind, before a certain world famous super model stepped in front of his path. The two looked each other over. They contrasted one another greatly. Tyler with his furry coat and sparkle covered pants and Austin in his black shirt and jeans. Austin spoke in his usual gruff tone of voice.
Steve Austin: Can I help you?
Tyler Breeze: Yes. You can. You can take me out of that match with Brock Lesnar that you booked for starters.
Steve Austin: Ya don't want to wrestle Brock? What are ya? ..Yella?
Tyler Breeze: No, I'm not "yella", I don't even know what that means. I'm GORGEOUS.
Steve Austin: So what's the problem?
Tyler Breeze: I want a rematch against Jeff Hardy.
Steve Austin: You don't have a rematch with Jeff Hardy.
Tyler Breeze: Why. Not?
Steve Austin: 'Cause you were going on and on about how you've beaten former World champions. Ya said you were the best Breakout Champion of all time. So I said to myself 'Jesus Christ! This kid deserves to step up the ladder'! So I put ya in a main event.
Tyler Breeze: Yes but it's against BROCK LESNAR. He's barely human. I'm tired of being forced into matches with these freak shows.
Steve Austin: And Brock Lesnar is a higher level of competition. You beat him and you've made name for yourself.
Tyler Breeze: I already have a name. It's Prince Pretty.
Austin just stared, unblinking, as if he had never been confronted with such a thing.
Tyler Breeze: Also the King of Cuteville.
Steve Austin: Ya willing call yourself that?
Tyler Breeze: Uh. Yes? Why wouldn't I?
Steve Austin: I ain't callin' ya that. Ever. But the match with Brock is still on.
Tyler looked like he wanted to tear his hair out but slowly nodded in agreement.
Tyler Breeze: Fine. If that's what you want. I'm going to look Brock Lesnar square in the eyes and, as you might say, "whip his ass". And, when I do that, I had better receive some opportunities around here.
Steve Austin: You do that, son.
Tyler scowled and straightened his coat in a huff as he stormed off, leaving Austin to simply squint his eyes and shake his head at what he had just encountered.