Christian:
There's a finite limit of things that I can handle. But one thing that I can't let go of...
Christian stood up, and let out a huge smirk, then all of a sudden, the lights in the arena lit up as bright as possible and golden fireworks popped from each turnbuckle.
Christian:
... Is the Peep Show!
The fans actually cheered for this segment, unexpectedly as the ring is revealed to have a dark brown rug over it, and a monitor descended from the ceiling, bearing the "Peep Show" logo. The cheers aren't really expect because Christian is a so-called "bad guy", but the crowd was entertained nonetheless.
Christian:
Now, now, kids, let daddy speak. Uhh... In no way was this meant to entertain you! Actually, it wasn't even meant to be visually attractive, but when thinking of that, I forgot that the Christian factor was in play, which means I make anything visually attractive, because I erradiate awesomeness! Then again, you guys also make anything look good... but that's by comparison! You look so bad, that anything in your vacinity looks like freakin' Maryse!
And the boos kick in for Captain Charisma, as the monitor begins showing clips of Dolph Ziggler.
Christian:
Anyway, talking of guys that look bad, later tonight, I'll be up against Dolph Ziggler. He brags a lot about perfection, but by that annoyingly bright white blonde hair, and that overly oiled orange skin-tone, he doesn't completely grasp the meaning of "Perfection." Let me tell you what perfection is, Dolphy boy. Perfection is being a multi-time world champion! Perfection is not having to introduce yourself when you go to a restaurant! Perfection is maintaing your status as a wrestler after a two-week reign as World Champion! Perfection is not needing to win a match, because you have already cemented your legacy! Perfection is being the opposite of Dolph Ziggler!
He took a breather and began contemplating Ziggler's video on the monitor.
Christian:
I get you, Dolph! Big words, hard-hitting actions, and the world's just supposed to fall at your feet, right? Yeah, you think you can just waltz in here, and say that I'll be humiliated by you?! Spare me the waste of time, kid, I was a champion when you were still selling out backyards and park benches in Ohio! But, to one extent, you're right, Ziggles... People have been telling me that I am a hogger for a long time, but the secret is... I don't care about that! SSHHHH!
Christian makes a shooshing sound.
Christian:
I'm glad that I was your idol, Ziggler, but your faith loss is none of my concern. I don't care about if I molded your personality, hell, I don't even care that you watched wrestling growing up. So did I! Back in Orangeburg, I always caught the local company or even if the big guys rolled into town, I'd go watch the titans of wrestling! I grew up watching Ted DiBiase, Hulk Hogan, Curt Hennig! I've beaten Hulk, and have been in the ring with Hennig and DiBiase's sons! So if you're an old fan of mine, don't expect sympathy, because you don't even deserve it! You say you wrestle perfectly, and look perfect! The only perfection in you is your perfect ability to make an ass out of yourself! You say I use empty words, yet the track record shows me beating you. Whose words are empty now?
Silence in the arena.
Christian:
As far as what being cocky got me... Well, it got me the World Championship! To you, it's gotten you nowhere but a date with another loss. Tonight, you will learn the consequences brought on by writing checks your talent can't handle. You will learn that the fan never surpasses the idol! You will learn that you are not perfection, Ziggler. You'll finally understand that you're nothing but a loud guy with no ability to back up his own words. I guess that what I'm really trying to say is that you will be humbled and humiliated by Charisma, Ziggler!
Christian dropped the mic and got out of the ring and walked backstage, setting up for the stagehands to clear the ring of the rug, because Warfare must continue its broadcast.