--Meet Junito.--
We see Eddy Santana parking a car in the parking lot. He's wearing a white tank top and black aviator sunglasses and he's smoking what appears to be a joint. After he parks the car, he receives a message on his iPhone. After he reads it, he texts the person back and we can hear Junito, who is by the way lying on the back seats of the car yelling at Eddy.
Junito Santana (just Junito from now on): Hurry the fuck up, or Imma die here if you leave me. Or there's the next option that Imma get out on my own and fucking destroy that shit you using, smoke ya joint and beatcha up.
Eddy Santana (just Eddy from now on): Aight holmes, chill.
Eddy opens the door, puts the iPhone in his right pocket of his black jeans as he opens the door for the injured Junito, who walks out the car and Eddy passes him the steel crotches Junito was apparently lying on in the car, because they were lying on the back seats as well and as far as we know things don't just appear. Junito takes the crotches and walks alone all the way to the door of his house as he unlocks it and enters it. It's not a big house, it's more like a one floor little house with like 4 big rooms and a kitchen, toilet etc..
He slams the door behind himself when he enters the house as he limps the way to his chair and puts his legs on a wooden table situated in the living room and a random cameraman in his house comes to film some video package he's gonna be in and quite honestly no one knows when or how will it be used.
Junito: Somebody is going to get fucking demolished next week. I don't care if it was you J-Mac, I don't care if it was you Flair, and I couldn't give a smaller damn if it was that juggalo smurf. Straight to the point. A certain wrestler took the biggest threat to the roster out because he shat himself when he saw the threat or I if you want was booked to compete and took me out, which I AIN'T GONNA TOLERATE, understandable? This should've been my moment... and I WAS ROBBED! That's what happens when you're the best in the game, chico, that's when you're the number one target from the day you're born up to this day and you know you're the top guy in the company to get in trouble.. But.. haha, there's this problem, this IS my job and my intention. You say "Adrenaline", amigo? I assure ya'll you'll see what a killing, a demolition of a person looks like.. filled with adrenaline. Ya see, I can bet my latino ass ya'll in the company would fucking cry about injuries and would stay in bed for weeks, and just because I'm Junito and I'm different, bet on the horse that says Junito will compete with both legs injured, none of them is broken though.
The doorbell is heard. Junito takes the crotches and walks slowly to the door to see no one is there and returns to his place.
Junito: Fucking pranks. I'd beat the soul outta that kid if I've caught him, but fuck that, nevermind, holmes. Back to the topic. Next week I'm meetin' this J-Mac guy. And listen to me, holmes, listen to my words now closely, it could've been you who's done this all to me, and it could've been your little amigito, I don't care, what I know is that I've been slammed through a glass box and someone somehow hurt both of my legs and will pay the price for it. I ain't that much of a talker, y'know, my actions speak for me. And speaking of actions, there are actions the ACW management has to do AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Listen, Phoenix, a sexy chica or not you're the owner. Someone knew I was going to win my match and the title match too. Somebody knew I'm the best shit in the company and someone made sure I won't get my chance to win that title and therefore I DEMAND to be given a NEW opportunity to atleast be a part of the championship match and cover the title with the flag of México. End of the package.
As Junito says that, nothing happens.
I said, end of the video monologue.
The cameraman keeps filming him.
Okay, you chose the method, so Imma shove this camera up your throat, gringo!
As soon as Junito says that, he punches the camera which turns off.
