The scene began with a handy little caption that read "EBWF.NET EXCLUSIVE" as the footage began to roll. Shortly after the mass beat down of Chris Jericho and the confrontation with Wes Ikeda, the camera's found Tyler Reks sitting in a chair that was propped against a wall in the backstage area. The near three hundred pounder rubbed one of his large mits through his mess of dilapidated dreadlocks. Reks was a powerful and imposing man but taking a brain buster outside of the ring was enough to slow anyone down. His teeth grit themselves together tightly and his hands were coiled into a tight fists. A smile never seemed to cross his face on any occasion but in this instance he was even less sociable. Even though Dave Prazak was on the Elite payroll, he still was very weary of going anywhere near the man from Parts Unknown. But a job was a job and he could be seen inching towards Reks while timidly holding his microphone forward.
Dave Prazak: ..Hey..uh..Tyler..
The words came out in a hesitant pace. Reks slowly rose upwards from his slouched over position but kept his eyes locked securely forward.
Tyler Reks: I didn't think he had the balls.
He uttered in both disbelief and disgust.
Tyler Reks: The millionaire decided to come out of his mansion and put his hands on me. A lucky shot. But it will not happen again.
Reks snatched Dave Prazak by the gaudy green colored tie he was wearing over his black suit.
Tyler Reks: Who am I facing next in the King of the Ring?
Dave Prazak: ..Th-That would be The Miz..
From underneath his pile of dreadlocks a smile could be seen. Nothing overstated or maniacal. Just a simple grin. But it was coming from a man who never smiled so it seemed to freak Prazak out very effectively.
Tyler Reks: Perfect. I've got the chance to prove that I am a threat. I've got a chance to show that I am not to be messed with. And I'll show the entire world when I methodically break each and every one of his bones..
Prazak was given a forceful shove to the chest which sent him sailing onto his behind and quickly scurrying away. The smile that Reks had cracked? That was long gone now. It was replaced by his usual hateful expression. Just turned up about a hundred times. Pure nightmare fuel. The camera lingered on this lovely image before making a quick cut to end the feature.
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Tyler Reks: Why am I here?
This was a perfectly acceptable question when given the surroundings. Throbbing techno music blasted all around. Flashing, seizure inducing lights. People dancing as if there were bee's in their shirts. New Jersey. It seemed to be filled with Italian-American stereotypes. Guido's and Guidette's as they were less than affectionately referred to. The overly tanned, spiky haired young men and women of ill repute. Obnoxious. Aggravating. Self serving. It wasn't hard to determine that someone like Tyler Reks felt as if his skin was crawling in a night club such as this. He wasn't hip to the latest fashions. He wore a black shirt and black jeans. Shockingly, he was the only one in the joint with dreadlocks. Standing in front of him was..
Paul London: Because there are so many wonderful, bright people here.
London informed his hesitant team mate as he stretched his arms out wide to the festivities going on around him.
Paul London: These people are on the pulse of what is hip and current. Sort of like The Miz. He would probably be welcomed in a place like this. Doesn't it just fill you with an overwhelming sense of joy and purpose?
Tyler Reks: No.
The music and dance moves were enough for Reks to want to punch a hole in every person he came across. Not to mention all the drinks they served were girly. They didn't fit his needs in the slightest.
Paul London: You need to open your mind. Don't be such a linear thinker. Embrace new experiences. If this is good enough for The Miz then it is certainly good enough for all of us. He's a hot, bright star. A former IC Champ. A television star. A swell guy all the way around.
Tyler Reks: He is an insect.
Paul London: You aren't getting into the spirit.
One of the fist pumping guys, bronzed with an un-buttoned snazzy shirt to show off his killer abs, made his way on over.
Guido: Oh SHIT, son! EBWF guys!
London obliged the man with a hearty handshake and a smile.
Paul London: Hello friend.
The broski offered a handshake to Reks as well. It was not given. Reks expression was clear that he didn't want this mutant anywhere near him.
Paul London: Excuse him. He's a bit weary from the long trip to your amazing city. Can we ask you a few questions?
Guido: Is this going to be on television?
Paul London: Indeed it will.
Guido: HELL YEAH! You can ask me anything!
Show boating, flexing and other behaviors of annoyance were directed towards the camera.
Paul London: Who is your favorite EBWF Superstar?
Guido: The Miz, bro!
Tyler Reks: Adorable.
Reks could be heard muttering in the background in pure disgust. The broseph heard this and made his way over to him.
Guido: You got a problem with The Miz?
Tyler Reks: I'm going to destroy The Miz. And I'll kick your ass right now.
Probably due to his drunken state, the guy threw his drink onto Rek's shirt. His strawberry. Fruity. Girly. Drink. Reks was not pleased with this development. Paul stepped in between both men and tried to calm the situation in a completely disingenuous and insincere manner.
Paul London: I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement, gentlemen..
Clearly, the time for talk was over. Reks reached over the smaller wrestler and decked the guido, which caused him to drop like a sack of potato's. Shot after shot reigned down upon him. More and more of his friends tried to intervene. They also met the same fate. The T-Reks was loose now. With each throbbing flash, more bodies dropped onto the dance floor. Bouncers were starting to get involved in they were also caught in the blood lust. London whistled and strolled over to a bar stool at a counter. He leaned over to a cute waitress.
Paul London: So..are you from around here?
An incoming chair made the woman duck behind the counter to avoid being struck. Paul shrugged, took a departed drink, and gave it a chug as he watched the chaos unfolding around him.
