Post by ramirez on Aug 16, 2008 19:29:58 GMT -5
-The setting opens with a sizzling sound heard in the background. Rolling billows of steam cloud the view as the image of figures move about. The cameraman steps forward to cut his way through the white air and give the viewers a clear shot of a kitchen area. The figures are fully visible now. Dressed in white chef's uniforms, they go about their business moving from one work area to the next in obvious preparation of a meal. To the far left of the room and in the corner of walls of stainless steel culinary machinery is a chef with his back to the camera. It appears as if he is standing motionless, creating a somewhat mysterious aura to the scene. The cameraman again begins to move forward but is suddenly halted by the sound of a somewhat recognizable voice that comes in the direction of the frozen figure.-
Voice: Not too close. It wouldn't be the best for ya. I haven't had the greatest luck lately. I wouldn't want it to rub off on ya. I'm starting to wonder, you know, when the lights go out and the night is silent. I wonder if this feeling of failure will ever escape me. I wonder if all the time I spent in those bars and alleys getting my body broken and my face busted are ever going to worth anything more than the mistake I accepted them to be. Or what about the training? The days, the weeks, the months I spend with Paul Galvan learning how to become a professional wrestler as opposed to a backstreet brawler. Will I be able to look back and say, "it was all worth it"? At this point, I'm really not for sure. The only thing I know is that my time very well could be running out. It's time to take the heat or get out of the kitchen.
-Turning as if prompted by the silence of the voice, the figure reveals itself as none other than Emilio Ramirez. He gives a small glance up at the camera before taking a step forward, leaving the spot where he once stood visible. The viewers see a large pile of sliced and diced vegatables accompanied by an equal size pile of clippings. In his hand "The Angry Chef" holds a long knife covered with the wet remains of his peelings. Ramirez tosses the knife onto the counter and turns to completely face the camera. Creating a slapping noise as he rapidly wipes his hands together, Emilio cocks his head to the left and continues to speak.-
Emilio Rameriz: The proof is in the putting. Isn't that what they always say? It doesn't matter to the fans that "I really want to win". It doesn't matter to The Wrestling Domain management group that "I give all I've got". All that matters is what is. And what is is Emilio Ramirez has zero victories and three losses in The Wrestling Domain. Sure they were legit. Sure Aaron Christopher is a physical phenom. Sure Hiro Tanaka is a monster and sure Terry Dane is a great athlete. But that's not the point. Mistakes. Defeat. Failure. They follow you. And not only do they follow you, but they're contagious. Contagious to the people around you. If I'm going to end this streak I may have to put my stubborn dignity on the shelf and enlist for the help of someone who knows what it takes to be a winner.
-Ramirez finishes his sentence with his hands on his hips and almost immediately moves forward. The screen follows his movement through a set of double doors and out into the dining area of the restaurant. People of all ages are positioned around the many tables visible, but one table in particular seems to catch the interest of Emilio as he walks directly towards it. As the two men approach, the viewers recognize the people around the table as Terry Dane, his wife Ginevra, and their son Tommy.
Terry Dane: . . . since I can't think of anyone to team with anyway.
Emilio Ramirez: Dont be so sure. Are you ready to be served?
-Along with his wife and child Dane looks up with a confused expression to see Ramirez standing over top of his table. An awkward silence follows and the scene cuts away-
Voice: Not too close. It wouldn't be the best for ya. I haven't had the greatest luck lately. I wouldn't want it to rub off on ya. I'm starting to wonder, you know, when the lights go out and the night is silent. I wonder if this feeling of failure will ever escape me. I wonder if all the time I spent in those bars and alleys getting my body broken and my face busted are ever going to worth anything more than the mistake I accepted them to be. Or what about the training? The days, the weeks, the months I spend with Paul Galvan learning how to become a professional wrestler as opposed to a backstreet brawler. Will I be able to look back and say, "it was all worth it"? At this point, I'm really not for sure. The only thing I know is that my time very well could be running out. It's time to take the heat or get out of the kitchen.
-Turning as if prompted by the silence of the voice, the figure reveals itself as none other than Emilio Ramirez. He gives a small glance up at the camera before taking a step forward, leaving the spot where he once stood visible. The viewers see a large pile of sliced and diced vegatables accompanied by an equal size pile of clippings. In his hand "The Angry Chef" holds a long knife covered with the wet remains of his peelings. Ramirez tosses the knife onto the counter and turns to completely face the camera. Creating a slapping noise as he rapidly wipes his hands together, Emilio cocks his head to the left and continues to speak.-
Emilio Rameriz: The proof is in the putting. Isn't that what they always say? It doesn't matter to the fans that "I really want to win". It doesn't matter to The Wrestling Domain management group that "I give all I've got". All that matters is what is. And what is is Emilio Ramirez has zero victories and three losses in The Wrestling Domain. Sure they were legit. Sure Aaron Christopher is a physical phenom. Sure Hiro Tanaka is a monster and sure Terry Dane is a great athlete. But that's not the point. Mistakes. Defeat. Failure. They follow you. And not only do they follow you, but they're contagious. Contagious to the people around you. If I'm going to end this streak I may have to put my stubborn dignity on the shelf and enlist for the help of someone who knows what it takes to be a winner.
-Ramirez finishes his sentence with his hands on his hips and almost immediately moves forward. The screen follows his movement through a set of double doors and out into the dining area of the restaurant. People of all ages are positioned around the many tables visible, but one table in particular seems to catch the interest of Emilio as he walks directly towards it. As the two men approach, the viewers recognize the people around the table as Terry Dane, his wife Ginevra, and their son Tommy.
Terry Dane: . . . since I can't think of anyone to team with anyway.
Emilio Ramirez: Dont be so sure. Are you ready to be served?
-Along with his wife and child Dane looks up with a confused expression to see Ramirez standing over top of his table. An awkward silence follows and the scene cuts away-