T-Reks

...You know we're superstars...we aaaare who we aaaare...

A bar in Chicago. CM Punk didn't care if his subordinates weren't straight edge. This wasn't like The Family. The goal was not purification. As long as they didn't overdose, he couldn't care less what they did to their bodies. The current process seemed to keep getting repeated through out the night. Tiffany, dressed in a shimmering, short, golden dress with her usual bizarre taste in make up, would sit on the bar and serenade the drunken revelers. She wasn't an awful singer but it was clear that the hooting and hollering was mostly for her appearance. Like a drunken, whacked out Siren, she would lure one of the men in with a wink and a smile. But once they were close enough, they always ended up having a bar stool shattered over their heads by Tyler Reks.

And who was going to argue with him? The large, jacked man with dreadlocks posed an intimidating sight alone. He had only had a match or two in the EBWF but appearances alone seemed to be enough to psyche most people out. He sat, broodingly, back at a table with his ratty tendrils of hair swayed in front of his face. In front of him sat a banana split that he occasionally would poke a spoon into. Even monsters had sweet tooth's. Tiffany took a seat beside Reks and grinned, her voice coming out in a slur.

| Tiffany | Am I a good singer? I'm the BEST singer!

The blonde answered her own question quickly but it's not as if he was going to respond anyway. The jovial mood, or at least Tiffany's anyway, was ruined by the sudden appearance of their least favorite team mate.

| Paul London | Well, hey there. I've been looking for ya all.

London casually took a seat with a smile upon his face. Reks snatched him by the tie he was wearing and drug his face closer to his own grim visage. London, however, continued to grin.

| Tyler Reks | You exist right now because I'm allowing it.

| Paul London | Settle down. We both know Brian and Punk wouldn't be very happy if we fought amongst ourselves. Save it for your match.

Reks released his grip on London's tie and Tiffany scowled towards the dark haired wrestler.

| Tiffany | We don't like you. Got it? That little mind game stuff you pulled awhile back? LAME. We hate you!

| Paul London | So articulate, this one.

Tiffany continued to shoot daggers at London who's smile never left his face. The sound of a slap resounding off someone's face could be heard in the background. A tipsy Dave Prazak stumbled into the shot, rubbing the red mark on his cheek. He took a seat along with the rest.

| Dave Prazak | The women here are so stuck up! Don't they know I'm friends with Punk! Reks! How do you get women?

| Tyler Reks | I do not approach them. I hunt them. Like prey. And then I reap the benefits of the conquest with total domination of their bodies.

| Dave Prazak | Is he ever not completely serious?

| Tiffany | Nah. He's always like this.

| Paul London | A few minor alterations could change that..

| Tyler Reks | ENOUGH.

Reks slammed his fists onto the table and caused the trio surrounding him to jump from the sudden outburst.

| Tyler Reks | I have a match with Hernandez. A former Breakout Champion. All questions shall be regarding this. Ask me a question, INTERVIEWER.

| Dave Prazak | Uh. I'm off the clock.

| Tyler Reks | Your teeth will be "off the clock" once I punch every last one of them from your head.

| Dave Prazak | In that case..let's talk about the match! Hernandez! King of the Ring! Any aspirations to become King, Reks?

| Tyler Reks | No. My job is to make sure that CM Punk has no competitors. And this includes Hernandez. His strength cannot compare to mine. He cannot destroy everything in his path like I can. He is no conqueror. He is nothing without his title. I will break his bones and lick out his brains.

| Dave Prazak | Well, you are kind of unproven, Reks. We don't know much about you. You're mysterious. And this will only be your second match ever in this company.

| Tyler Reks | That doesn't matter. Hernandez will respect me. Everyone is going to respect me. Or I'll stomp on their throats with such force that their Adam's apple's come flying through their teeth.

While Reks was speaking, Tiffany had slowly inched her spoon towards his melting banana sundae. Without even looking at her, Reks snatches her wrist tightly and a dark glint appears in his eyes.

| Tyler Reks | You will respect my ice cream, woman.

| Tiffany | Ow! Let go! Don't make me tell Brian!

Prazak and London exchanged glances. They soon burst into laughter. The thought of Brian Kendrick caring enough about anyone, especially Tiffany, to come rush to their aid was pretty laughable. Tiffany folded her arms and growled.

| Tiffany | Bastards.

| Paul London | So, Reks..can you prove it? Words are only good for so much. We need to see action.

| Tyler Reks | Action?

The dreadlocked demolition man rose a brow at his apparent challenge. He threw the table over and stood at his towering height.

| Tyler Reks | This is only a SMALL taste of what I will do to Hernandez at Aggression!

With that cry, a wild brawl ensued. The hapless patrons were not prepared for the savage punishment Tyler Reks brought to them. Objects were smashed and destroyed and alcohol filled bodies were thrown about like so much garbage. London watched with his arms behind his head, satisfied with his handy work. Tiffany and Prazak huddled off into a corner to avoid coming into contact with all of this. And finally Tyler Reks released a guttural/in-human type of scream as the camera man backed away.