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Chapter 12 Build up to Toronto

August 7, 2019
Full Sail University
Winter Park, Florida
WWE NXT

The final NXT before NXT Toronto begins as an irritated Velveteen Dream addresses the crowd in the middle of the ring. Displeased by the events from the prior week, he began to speak whilst the crowd were chanting, "Dream Over!"

Velveteen Dream: Oh no no, it ain't Dream Over just yet for me! 

The crowd boos in unison as the North American Champion spoke more.

Velveteen: Let's be honest here. Mr. Regal has it out for me that he rather decides that I am supposedly unfit to have the night off given I have already defended this North American Championship just three weeks ago. I am not obligated to defend my title in Toronto given that I have done so and it won't be beyond 30 days yet. I beat both of the contenders separately and I don't want to bore you nor the Canadians having to see a repeat performance so I am all doing you a favor and want you to support me in getting the night off.....

Tyler Breeze walks out as he enters the ring to confront Velveteen Dream.

Tyler Breeze: You're lucky I don't have any tickets on me because this number you got and the fact you're out here is serious fashionable injury to the senses and enough to convict you for a fashion felony!

The crowd cheered "Fashion Po Po" at Breeze as he nods in agreement.

Tyler: Glad we got people with fashion sense here in attendance

Velveteen: Are you done? You seriously have no respect...

Tyler: Woah woah! Respect? Let me remind you something, Velveteen Dream. Before you spout out your Dream Overs and all these high reaching statements, you're all flash and no substance.

Velveteen: Same can be said of you, which reminds me, had enough playing bridesmaid to title holders? When was the last time you ACTUALLY won a title? 

The crowd ooh-ed in unison at Velveteen Dream's argument.

Velveteen: So Breeze, just lay down and stay there! I've proven myself that I am better than you and it stays that way!

As Velveteen continues berating Breeze, out came Ibarra with a smug look on his face as he begins the attacks from his side.

Simoun: We may be opponents come this Saturday at Toronto, but I want to be in agreement with you over something. And that is Breeze no longer belong here.

As Simoun talks, the crowd began to chant "Uggo" at him as he snaps back with

Simoun: Alright, if I am an uggo, then why aren't any of you here facing for the North American Championship? Huh?

The crowd boos as Simoun continues

Simoun: You're all Uggos and you don't deserve to see this match anyway. Now back to you Dream and Has-Been. Dream's right, you have not won anything worth a damn.

Breeze: Same can be said of you...

Simoun: But the difference is, I'm what's currently in and will be the talk of the town from here on out. You've been at this for how long and you got nothing to show for it. You're passé, an afterthought, old news. Dream, you and I will have the real rematch after we get rid of this unfashionable, ugly, past his shelf life, piece of crap!

Dream: Now, that is dream over for the beginning. You living in a dream world Mr. Simoun. We both have a thorn in our side with Breeze but I don't agree that you will make it past front page. I will walk out of Toronto the North American Championship while you two wallow in irrelevancy. *at Tyler* You for being past your time and wanting the spot light. *at Simoun* You for thinking you will be in the spotlight but just as Icarus, you'll fly in too bright you don't realize you will fall and flop miserably. Now that is Dream Over!

Simoun nods but then spouts at Tyler

Simoun: Has been, *shoves Breeze* get out of the damned ring!

Simoun pokes Tyler's chest more until Tyler throws a right hand at Simoun. Ibarra ducks in time to get in front of Velveteen Dream. Dream then clocks Breeze with the North American Championship title on the head. Simoun readies for the Touch Me Not Superkick at Dream, but as the champion turns to face Simoun, Simoun smartly rolls away as he wags his finger.

Simoun: Thanks for getting rid of our common foe. That kick will be hitting you on TakeOver and I become champion!

Dream raises the belt as Ibarra walks away to the back with Breeze still down to end the segment.

Backstage
After NXT
Kayla: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Simoun Ibarra.

Simoun walks in all smug after sneaking away unscathed from that near melee in the ring minutes before.

Kayla: Simoun, you just walked away unscathed when you nearly had a chance to gain the advantage against Velveteen Dream for TakeOver Toronto. Why did you not continue the assault?

Simoun: Kayla, you try to paint an image of me as some uncultured swine? To be like some Tyler Breeze wannabee? To be honest, that is more disgusting and insulting rather than be called an ordinary human being. Tyler Breeze is what is wrong with a place like this but Dream and I did our best to get rid of the unnecessary piece in our rematch in Toronto.

Kayla: I've got word that Breeze will still be cleared for Toronto

Simoun: Then I finish the job. Why I saved my face? I didn't retreat or flee. I saved my face. Unlike Breeze whose face made contact with a title he will never EVER win, I will savor the feeling of winning the title. Dream, you're gonna be featured with no face to show after I rightfully and dominantly win our match. Until Saturday, but right now, I at least squeezed time for you. So if you will excuse me, I got an endorsement shoot to prepare for. At least SOME OF US still have a face to show and to save.

Simoun walks off the frame to end the segment.

After the segment
End of NXT
Kayla giggled at Simoun's performance earlier as she saw him wait by the exit.

Kayla: Oh, you're still here?

Simoun: Yes

Kayla: Awww, I gotta ask, you busy after TakeOver?

Simoun: Not really

Kayla: I was wondering if you'd want to see Toronto with me?

Simoun: Oh yeah, sure. Just hope my face is recognizable after *chuckles*

Kayla: *playfully slaps his arm* Come on now.

Simoun: Kidding! Alright, let's go walk to your place first.

Kayla laughs as she and Simoun head to her home before he heads back to his.

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