Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2022 8:15:51 GMT -5
The scene opens to the interior of CJ's truck. The camera is positioned on the dash and is facing him. It's early morning and the sun is just starting to rise. A dome light is on providing the so he can be seen clearly.
CJ: "I lied? Tell me how I lied? You can't! You see Baby Diaz, I know why you're so quick and ready to try and verbally combat everything I say and do. You scared...you can deny it all you want but everyone see's it. You're afraid so you have no choice but go revert to using childish insults. (Mocking Diaz) 'Oh you look like you have down syndrome, oh your wife looks like she has it too, oh generic junior high insult inserted here.' (now back in his normal voice) It would appear as we have a sophomore bully as World Champion. It's ironic, you used to get shoved into lockers and dropped into trach bins when you were a kid by guys like me. But then you discovered anabolic steroids and instead of shrinking your practically non existent dick, it shrunk what was already a vastly underdeveloped brain. You're not fooling anybody, you're not impressing anybody, and no body is scared of you. We pity you Baby Diaz, your success has been nothing but a charity case. Kind of like in the Special Olympics when everyone gets an award. But let's be honest, your mother should have aborted you before you could bring such shame on your family, UPW, and everyone who has to sit through your boring match's, your neanderthalic promo's, and your nonexistent endorsement segments. Stop lying Baby Diaz! You're not a badass, you're not hard, you're not all that. You're fucking nothing! When all is said and done their not even going to bother putting you in the history books because there's nothing note worthy to mention. No you know what? They will put you in the history books. It'll say 'Baby Diaz constantly ran his mouth. He could talk for hours because he loved the sound of his own voice but in all of that time he never actually said anything of any truth or substance.' it's just the same tired old nonsense. Muscle flexing, mouth foaming, worried look in your eye as if the teacher asked you to get up infront of the glass and solve the math problem two plus two equals. And you sliding out of your seat, walking clubfooted to the front of the glass in your light up shoes, power rangers sweat pants and batman shirt. You get to the front of the glass and pick up the marker. Sweat running down your face, you reach up to write the answer, you're almost there you can do it Baby Diaz! And then you write a seven. You turn to the class that's already laughing at your pathetic little attempt. And then piss yourself. That's the perfect example of watching anything you do. It's sad, pathetic, and doesn't belong anywhere in professional wrestling or anywhere near my World Openweight Championship. And yes it is mine, it's been mine since the day I stepped into the company. I've been playing by the rules so far Baby Diaz. I think it's time I give you and the Black Hand, well you and that other guy a taste of your own medicine. Think about how you and Devin Bishop beat me. Now think about Blow Your Mind, that's your future Baby Diaz. You want to screw me over? Well two can play at that game. Madame Wu might own the company, Elijah Anderson might think he has some sort of make believe authority. But make no mistake about it. In UPW, I'm the fucking King. And what I say goes. Hail to the fucking King baby."
He reaches forward and shuts the camera off. Hail To The Fucking King.
CJ: "I lied? Tell me how I lied? You can't! You see Baby Diaz, I know why you're so quick and ready to try and verbally combat everything I say and do. You scared...you can deny it all you want but everyone see's it. You're afraid so you have no choice but go revert to using childish insults. (Mocking Diaz) 'Oh you look like you have down syndrome, oh your wife looks like she has it too, oh generic junior high insult inserted here.' (now back in his normal voice) It would appear as we have a sophomore bully as World Champion. It's ironic, you used to get shoved into lockers and dropped into trach bins when you were a kid by guys like me. But then you discovered anabolic steroids and instead of shrinking your practically non existent dick, it shrunk what was already a vastly underdeveloped brain. You're not fooling anybody, you're not impressing anybody, and no body is scared of you. We pity you Baby Diaz, your success has been nothing but a charity case. Kind of like in the Special Olympics when everyone gets an award. But let's be honest, your mother should have aborted you before you could bring such shame on your family, UPW, and everyone who has to sit through your boring match's, your neanderthalic promo's, and your nonexistent endorsement segments. Stop lying Baby Diaz! You're not a badass, you're not hard, you're not all that. You're fucking nothing! When all is said and done their not even going to bother putting you in the history books because there's nothing note worthy to mention. No you know what? They will put you in the history books. It'll say 'Baby Diaz constantly ran his mouth. He could talk for hours because he loved the sound of his own voice but in all of that time he never actually said anything of any truth or substance.' it's just the same tired old nonsense. Muscle flexing, mouth foaming, worried look in your eye as if the teacher asked you to get up infront of the glass and solve the math problem two plus two equals. And you sliding out of your seat, walking clubfooted to the front of the glass in your light up shoes, power rangers sweat pants and batman shirt. You get to the front of the glass and pick up the marker. Sweat running down your face, you reach up to write the answer, you're almost there you can do it Baby Diaz! And then you write a seven. You turn to the class that's already laughing at your pathetic little attempt. And then piss yourself. That's the perfect example of watching anything you do. It's sad, pathetic, and doesn't belong anywhere in professional wrestling or anywhere near my World Openweight Championship. And yes it is mine, it's been mine since the day I stepped into the company. I've been playing by the rules so far Baby Diaz. I think it's time I give you and the Black Hand, well you and that other guy a taste of your own medicine. Think about how you and Devin Bishop beat me. Now think about Blow Your Mind, that's your future Baby Diaz. You want to screw me over? Well two can play at that game. Madame Wu might own the company, Elijah Anderson might think he has some sort of make believe authority. But make no mistake about it. In UPW, I'm the fucking King. And what I say goes. Hail to the fucking King baby."
He reaches forward and shuts the camera off. Hail To The Fucking King.