Shaul Marie Guerrero (born October 14, 1990) is a Mexican-American singer, model, professional wrestling valet, and professional wrestler contracted to WWE. She competes in Florida Championship Wrestling (FCW), WWE's developmental territory under the ring name Raquel Diaz and she is the current longest reigning FCW Divas Champion.
On March 15, 2012, FCW General Manager Summer Rae deactivated the Queen of FCW crown, leaving Raquel Diaz as the last champion with her reign ending at 119 days. Guerrero is part of the Guerrero family, and is the daughter of Eddie and Vickie Guerrero.
On May 17 2012, Diaz debuted for WWE NXT at the inaugural tapings at Full Sail University.
In October 26, 2010, World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) signed Guerrero to a developmental contract, and she reported to Florida Championship Wrestling, WWE's developmental territory. She made her debut in December 2010 in an appearance ringside for a FCW Divas Championship match between AJ Lee and Naomi Night. She made her in-ring debut at the February 11, 2011 in Gainesville, Florida FCW television under the ring name "Raquel Diaz", teaming with Naomi losing to AJ and Aksana after the match Diaz mother Vickie Guerrero came out and helped Diaz and Noami aganist General Manager Maxine. She acted as the manager for wrestler Alexander Rusev, before joining The Ascension faction, with Conor O'Brian, Kenneth Cameron, and Tito Colon, all of whom she began managing. On November 11 episode of FCW Televison, Diaz teamed up with Caylee Turner and Leah West in losing effort to Cameron Lynn, Sofia Cortez and Audrey Marie after Lynn pinned West.
You make me recall the days
That have gone astray
Memories like the rays of sun
Are burnin' my face
All the years behind me
Just cut me some slack
It's safer than it ever was
Saferto look back.
Your presence simply forms
Initiates a storm
Inside of me.
Price it all and charge it, baby
On the wild years we've burned
Gathering the heavy load of knowledge
We've never planned to learn
And literary every single second
Should take
Each of your intentions
To bury old mistakes.
Your presence simply forms
Initiates a storm
Inside of me.
With every single second
Do everything it takes
To give up your intentions
First verse is a volley of words
and I'm sorry if it hurts but my anger burns
A conservative curse covers the land
I'll be a spanner in the works of your fucked up plans
Mr prime minister explain once again
why our country is at war but we all feel ashamed
Tell me what you'd say to all the parents of the dead,
of the soldiers who have fallen or the civilians bathed in red
This ain't a just war, it's just war and business
the aggressive pursuit of financial interest
the sycophantic pandering to US foreign policy
don't confuse this issue with our economy
Call me unpatriotic if I get this off my chest
I'm as Australian as political protest,
agitators, immigrants, misfits and underdogs
and you know what? That's the Australia I'm proud of
Being wary is good...
Australians all let us recoil
For we have no idea
We go to war for wealth and oil
Our home is girt by fear
Our land abounds in growing rifts
Dividing rich and poor
In histories page this is the age
Of fair justice ignored
(yeah)
Now the rulers they measure the indifference
can you live with this history blistering
like Coober Pedy opal images
Social conditions, no one will openly visit
the atrocious revisions of our forefathers decision
that cast a shadow like a desert oak but through my periscope
I can see the descendants hoping for a better sentence yo
Listen close up to the hum of the land
wheat belt sort of thirsty for some sustenance and
the indelible scars from years of pastoralists hands
I can't understand the land marks of the man
Grandson and grandfather, a real rift between them
The generation gap is gradually receding
leaving only but a trace of what wars where faced
and what thoughts where paced in courts and states
and what locked doors erase soft spots from lost wars
and faith is a word we don't give enough weight
(these days) I'm on the train and I'm feeling kind of sad
(these days) I want the rain just to nourish up the land
(these days) I'm looking for a song to sing under my breath
'cuase traditional colonial jigs they don't represent me
Australians all let us recoil
For we have no idea
We go to war for wealth and oil
Our home is girt by fear
Our land abounds in growing rifts
Dividing rich and poor
In histories page this is the age