OOC: Apologies for the lack of formatting... it's late here lol. Good luck Kamden and Juan! Hope y'all enjoy.

Sunday, July 30th: Sacramento, California

“BITCH SIT DOWN! BE HUMBLE!”

Backstage at the Golden 1 Center, Tyler Breeze was fixing his hair in a mirror while Noam Dar was sat on a chair, aggressively swiping the screen on his phone.

Tyler turned around and scoffed.

Tyler Breeze: Are you playing Candy Crush again, Noam? I’ve told you, that game kills your battery…

Noam stopped his swiping and looked up.

Noam Dar: Aw nah Tyler lad I've gave up on tha’ now. Am on Tinder! I've got loadsa matches!

He started swiping again as the phone made a loud noise.

Noam Dar: Aye! A match! Aw wait nah it's a whale, unmatch.

He started swiping right again until a knock was heard on the door.

Noam Dar: Get that would ye, I'm busy!

Tyler sighed and got to his feet. He opened the door, but no one was there. He looked down and picked up a package, then walked towards Noam.

Tyler Breeze: Ummm… there’s a package for you.

Noam stopped swiping and looked up at Tyler, eyes widened.

Noam Dar: Who's sending me shite?

Tyler handed Noam the package and Noam ripped the wrapping off and began to pull items out of the box.

Noam Dar: Deodorant? Who the hell is sayin’ a stink?! Chocolates? Aye a like chocolate like. A teddy bear with a heart? Aye that's okay I suppose. Hang on, what's this?

Noam produced a signed picture of Alicia Fox out of the box and read it aloud.

Noam Dar: ‘to Noam, hope you have a wonderful birthday smiley face winky face kisses...Alicia’ aw is this from Foxy?!

Tyler nodded.

Tyler Breeze: Yeah, there was a card on the front. You ripped it open in such a hurry, you dropped it.

He picked up the card and read it aloud to Noam.

Tyler Breeze: “To Noam. Happy Birthday from The Foxxy One.” Well it’s nice that she remembered when your birthday was, because I didn’t. I can’t believe she gave you a signed picture of herself… even I’m not that vain.

Noam stood up with the picture and placed it on the wall of the Gorgeous Guys’ dressing room. He grabbed some tape and taped it to the wall.

Noam Dar: A think am in love Tyler.

Tyler rolled his eyes.

Tyler Breeze: You would be. She’s as crazy as you are.

Noam kissed his finger and placed it on the Alicia Fox picture, turned around and looked at Tyler.

Noam Dar: Have you seen the card yet? Who we facin’?

Tyler Breeze: Ummm… we’re not on the card Noam.

Noam stopped suddenly and flailed his arms.

Noam Dar: Fucking...why?!

Tyler Breeze: I don’t know, I don’t make the cards man.

Noam Dar: I'm going to speak to Ikeda right now.

He brushed past Tyler and opened the door until Tyler grabbed his shoulder and shut the door.

Tyler Breeze: Well that’s not going to go well. I’m sure Wes has heard about you trying to get it on with Natalya… maybe that’s why we’re not on the card.

Tyler shrugged.

Noam Dar: A don't care anymore, look we might be players with the ladies but we're also bloody good wrestlers that aren't even wrestling. Balls to this I'm going.

Noam stormed out of the room and made his way down the hallway, obviously unhappy. He barged past an intern who spilt coffee all down themselves.

Noam Dar: Your outfit looks better now so I did you a favour!

Noam continued on his way and got to Gorilla position.

Noam Dar: Wes! Where is Wes? I need to see him right now! It's very important!

Crew Member: Ummm… Wes isn’t here, Mr Dar.

Noam Dar: What good are you? With your bloody awful haircut and dad jeans, get out my face!

Noam shoved the crew member, who shook his head and walked away. Behind Noam, someone could be heard clearing their throat. Noam turned around and found himself stood face to face with the EBWF General Manager, Chris Jericho.

Chris Jericho: Is there something I can help you with, Noam, or are you too busy bullying our staff?

Noam Dar: Aw shite. Sorry Mr. Jericho. I didn't mean anything… apart from his dad jeans.

Chris Jericho: Come take a walk with me.

Jericho walked down the hallway and Noam followed, tail between his legs.

Noam Dar: Please don’t fire me. It’s mah birthday.

Jericho laughed.

Chris Jericho: I’m not going to fire you. I agreed with everything you said. I just can’t let them think I’m okay with that sort of thing… it’s bad for morale. Now seriously, what did you want to talk to Wes about?

Noam opened his mouth but stopped, thinking about what he says next.

Noam Dar: Well me and Tyler haven't lost since we got here and...we'll we're not on the card you know? Just want to do some wrestling aye?

Jericho nodded.

Chris Jericho: You’re wondering why you’re not on the pay per view? I understand. Well to be honest, I just couldn’t find the right place for you on the card. You and Tyler have impressed me, and I wanted to book you in a tag team match, but as you might have noticed, we’re a little short on teams right now. Sydal and Mark Andrews are probably gone after tonight, and I think the Prime Time Players are… well, let’s just say they’re past their prime. Havoc and Strowman are fighting it out to determine which one of them gets to keep the Tag Titles, and Enzo Amore is in the main event. Do you understand where I’m coming from?

Noam Dar: Aye I suppose I just got ahead of myself. Next Warfare though aye?

Chris Jericho: Of course. And in the meantime, it’s your birthday and you get the night off in California. Go out and enjoy Sacramento! In fact, I have a present for you.

Jericho opened his wallet, and pulled out a card for “Club Fantasy”. He handed it to Noam.

Chris Jericho: How do you feel about girls with tattoos?

Noam’s eyes widened.

Noam Dar: I like girls. I like tattoos.

Noam grabbed the card off Jericho and stared at it.

Noam Dar: Is this one of these Don't Ask Don't Tell kinda deals aye? I don't know why Havoc hates you, you're a bloody sound guy Chris!

Jericho smirked.

Chris Jericho: I mean, you didn’t get that card from me. I have a reputation to keep, you know? But… ask for Barbie, tell her it’s your birthday and that Lionheart sent you.

Noam Dar: Barbie. Check. Lionheart. Check. Thanks Chris, Tyler's gonna love this.

Noam walked off with a smirk, clutching the card in his hand.

Monday, August 7th: Los Angeles, California
As Tyler and Noam arrived at the Staples Center, the self-proclaimed “Gorgeous Guys” were laughing to themselves.

Tyler Breeze: I still can’t believe he gave you his VIP card, man. Was Barbie worth it? Are you going to be her Ken?

Noam Dar: You ken aye!

Tyler Breeze: What about Alicia?

Noam Dar: Gotta keep my options open. I'm not a stupid man, I paid Barbie to do what she did and we leave it at though aye?

Tyler Breeze: Yeah, let’s leave it at that. We need to focus on our match!

As Tyler said that, Dean Malenko, one of the EBWF road agents, walked past. Tyler stopped.

Tyler Breeze: Hey Deano, who are we facing tonight?

Malenko looked confused.

Dean Malenko: Excuse me?

Tyler Breeze: Jericho said we’d have a match tonight. Who are our opponents?

Malenko sighed. He hated to be the bearer of bad news.

Dean Malenko: I’ve just seen the final card. You’re not on the show tonight… sorry.

Noam Dar clenched his fist up into a ball and grinded his teeth.

Noam Dar: Look I'm sorry Dean you're probably a nice guy but fuck me! Why aren't we on the show? Jericho said to me himself we'd be on the card tonight! Double check with him would you, before i do something that sends me back to ICW! Make an executive decision or something Dean, the tag division is on its bloody arse! You know what it's like for teams you were in two of the greatest teams the land ever saw! Put us against GTA or Rated RKO or bloody anyone!

Tyler Breeze: Yeah, right. Like Edge and Orton are going to be here. Edge gave up his World Title shot so he could have the summer off…

Malenko ignored Tyler’s comment and responded to Noam.

Dean Malenko: Jericho isn’t here yet. He’s running late. We ran through the card on a conference call though, and you weren’t on it.

Malenko could see from the look of fury on Noam’s face that wasn’t good enough.

Dean Malenko: Let me call him, maybe there’s been a misunderstanding.

Malenko got out his phone and called Jericho before Noam or Tyler could say anything.

Dean Malenko: Hey Chris, it’s Dean. Listen, I’ve got Noam Dar and Tyler Breeze here and they’re wondering why they’re off the card. Noam says you promised him at Sacrifice they’d have a match tonight.

Jericho’s response couldn’t be heard, but Malenko nodded.

Dean Malenko: Okay, understood. I’ll let them know. Thanks Chris, see you later.

He ended the call and explained the situation to Noam and Tyler.

Dean Malenko: So Chris was going to have you face Enzo and Trent this week, but he gave Enzo the week off. But he’s promised you’ll face them next week, okay?

Noam looked increasingly angry and stole a pen out of Dean’s top pocket.

Noam Dar: That better happen Dean! I'm taking your favourite pen as insurance!

Noam stormed off, pen in hand. Tyler mouthed an apology, then followed after Noam.

Monday, August 14th: Phoenix, Arizona

Noam and Tyler had made separate arrangements to travel to Phoenix for Warfare, as Tyler had been back in Canada for a few days visiting family. Tyler had tried to call Noam a few times to find out what time he was planning to get to Phoenix, but he hadn’t been able to get hold of him, so he made his own way to the arena. When Tyler arrived at the arena, Dean Malenko came up to him, a big smile on his face.

Dean Malenko: Tyler, good news! I’ve seen the card and it’s official… The Gorgeous Guys versus GTA is opening the show! Where’s Noam? He owes me a pen.

Tyler shrugged.

Tyler Breeze: I’m not sure what time he’s getting into Phoenix. I’ll call him and give him the good news. Thanks, Dean. I’ll make sure I get your pen back.

Dean thanked Tyler then walked away. Tyler rang Noam again, and this time, Noam answered.

Tyler Breeze: Where are you? I must have tried to call you a dozen times!

Noam Dar: You what? Sorry the music is way loud in here one second.

A few minutes and lot of rustling noises later.

Noam Dar: Aye that's better! Where am I? I'm in Sacramento with that wee Barbie girl aye!

Tyler didn’t tend to swear much, but on this occasion he couldn’t help himself.

Tyler Breeze: Are you fucking kidding me? We’ve got a match tonight! We’re opening the show against Enzo and Trent.

Noam Dar: Oh that actually happened? I had so much shit flung at me from Jericho and Malenko I couldn't hear those phone calls from you before, I didn't think we'd be on the show though so. I mean, how long will it take to get there? Wait, does Malenko want that pen back? I kinda, don't have it. Some wee blokey bought it off me for a grand! Apparently it's rare and stuff so, aye!

Tyler sighed.

Tyler Breeze: Okay, forget the pen. Just get out of that club and get your ass to Phoenix or we’ll probably get fired!

Noam Dar: Sorry darl. I've got to go, I'll give ye a bell aye. Right, Tyler. Warm the crowd up for me I'll be there soon!

Noam abruptly ended the call.

Tyler Breeze: What an idiot.

Three hours passed, and there was still no sign of Noam. His phone was switched off. Warfare was due to start, so Tyler approached Dean Malenko in the gorilla position.

Dean Malenko: Where’s Noam? You guys good to go?

Tyler thought about coming clean, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he didn’t know if his partner was going to show.

Tyler Breeze: Yeah, we’re good. We just need a few minutes before the match to cut a promo, is that okay?

Malenko nodded.

Dean Malenko: Of course. Ready when you are, Tyler.

Tyler prayed for a miracle as he stood in the gorilla position.

Joey Styles: Good evening and welcome to Warfare! We are live from the Talking Stick Resort Arena in Phoenix, Arizona!

Corey Graves: Kicking things off tonight, we’ve got tag team action as the Gorgeous Guys, Tyler Breeze and Noam Dar, take on Gs: Trent and Enzo Amore!

"#MMMGORGEOUS" by CFO$ hit and the crowd gave a mixed reaction as Tyler Breeze stepped out onto the stage.

Joey Styles: Well here comes Tyler Breeze, but where is his tag team partner Noam Dar?

Corey Graves: He probably got distracted by a girl…

Tyler walked down the ramp, posing and admiring himself with his selfie stick. He walked around the ring, then laid on the ring apron and took a selfie before rolling into the ring. He climbed the turnbuckle and posed for the crowd, then climbed down and grabbed a microphone from Christy Hemme. His music was cut, and he began to speak.

Tyler Breeze: Phoenix, you look… ugly.

The crowd booed. Tyler smirked.

Tyler Breeze: That’s okay. You’ll be joined by two more uggos soon enough, when our opponents Enzo Amore and Trent come to the ring.

Corey Graves: Our? Does he know Noam isn’t even out here with him?

Tyler Breeze: Enzo Amore’s hair offends me almost as much as his fashion sense - or lack thereof. And I’m pretty sure Trent doesn’t know what conditioner is. While the so-called Certified Gs have been goofing around, Noam and I have been patiently waiting for our chance to shine. Tonight, we finally have it. So Trent, Enzo…

Before Tyler could continue, “SAWFT is a Sin” by CFO$ hit and the crowd popped at the sound of Enzo’s music. Tyler looked concerned, and began pacing back and forth nervously.

Corey Graves: Oh god. End my suffering!

Enzo Amore: My name is Enzo Amore! And a am a certified G and a bonafide stud and ye cannit teach that! Badaboom realist guy in the room! HOW YA DEEING?

Joey Styles: Wait that's not Enzo Amore!

“Enzo” made his way into the ring and did his signature shuffle but accidentally slipped and landed face down on the floor, knocking off his wig and revealing to be none other than Noam Dar!

Corey Graves: Oh thank god! There's Dar!

Noam made his way to his feet and took the microphone again.

Noam Dar: WHAT UP JERSEY!

He did the Enzo shuffle again and danced a bit while the crowd booed.

Tyler Breeze: We’re not in Jersey, Noam, this is Phoenix.

Noam stopped dead.

Noam Dar: This isn't the Jersey Shore? Then why am I dressed like this?!

“Mountains” by Biffy Clyro played and came from a distance as both Tyler and Noam looked clueless until Noam had a bright idea and pulled a phone from his pocket.

Noam Dar: Hello? Mam? Oh hi...how you doin! Wait, no Mam Christ. I'm not dressed like a prick on national telly! Tyler looks nice?! Whose side are you on?! It's 1am! Go to bed!

He hung up and looked angrily at Tyler who could only shrug his shoulders and pout. Noam began to remove the Enzo gear to reveal his usual Jacket and pants.

Tyler Breeze: You had your jacket under there? Impressive.

Noam smirked.

Noam Dar: How you doin?

Tyler Breeze: Stop.

Noam Dar: It’s contagious, infectious and it spreads like wildfire! Kinda like what Enzo Amore gives to all his significant others, have you phoned the clinic yet? How you doin?

At this point some of the crowd had joined in.

Noam Dar: it brings a whole crowd together in one famous line, not like the line to KFC that Trent is currently stood in. How you doin?

Again the crowd repeated the line.

Noam Dar: All this bling, fake hair and obvious fake accent are just like Enzo pretending he can write a read a children's book about him being a big bad wolf. How you doin?

The crowd booed.

Noam Dar: you didn't like that then you won't like this. Enzo and Trent are materialistic and fake to no end. When me and Tyler take selfies you get warts and all...if we had any warts that is, which we don't.

Tyler Breeze: What about the mole on your back?

Noam Dar: Shhh! The point is that Enzo will come out here and do a dance, make as much noise as the little man can, blow smoke up your asses harder than pot smoker with a skat fetish. That's just it though, Enzo is all that and nothing else. He's dragged Trent along for the ride too, also what is with that whole question mark thing he's got on the end of his name. Is he trying to do a line like Enzo does with How you doin? Trent?

The crowd didn't respond.

Noam Dar: It's not catching on. Trent?

Tyler Breeze: This crowd may be disgusting but they wouldn't chant for Trent.

Noam Dar: Trent is a washed up has-been and Enzo Amore is just plain stupid and dumb and stupid and dumb. He's all talk and it's all cheap, he’ll come out here and try and drag us down and I can promise you there's nothing drag about us. We are bloody gorgeous, Enzo can only wish for our hand-me-downs but to be honest even though we're not big guys, our shoes are still way too big for you to fill Enzo. How, you, doin?

Noam dropped the mic and walked to his corner ready for the arrival of his opponents until he ran back over and picked the mic up as if he forgot something.

Noam Dar: Trent?

The crowd didn't respond, Noam laughed and handed the mic to Christy Hemme at ringside.