Post by ramirez on Sept 12, 2008 22:25:06 GMT -5
-Footage begins to roll with a close up view of a glowing full moon with the brightness of the sphere reaching out in the surrounding darkness. The sound of a gusty wind is heard in the background and the angle of the camera slowly begins to change. Lower and lower the view scans until finally falling upon the skyline of a city. Shiny lights created from the thousands of buildings that spread out in front of the camera create a glow that reaches up towards the moon. At a steady pace the view begins to widen and zoom out slowly but surely giving the perspective of the cameraman who is standing atop what seems to be a skyscraper type building. Now in front of the camera is the figure of one Emilio Ramirez, "The Angry Chef", who is standing on the ledge of the building's roof and glancing downward to the streets below in an eerie manner. His voice soon cuts through the noise of the wind as he continues to glare at the scenary beneath his feet.-
Emilio Ramirez: Still winless. Winless I said. Not good. Not average. Not even below average. Winless. It's not easy. I'm not gonna lie. I'm a competitor. A fighter. Hell, even when I was getting my ass kicked in the back alleys and bars I was getting more satisfaction out of what I'm doing now. I rededicated myself. My old training partner showed up. I got teamed with one of the greatest I've ever known. Still yet, no victories. You know, there's this old saying that goes, "If one person calls you a horse they might be a liar. If a group of people call you a horse it might be a conspiracy. If EVERYONE calls you a horse, it's time to buy a damn saddle. I've come to the conclusion that it's just about that time. Time to stop thinking about the past, and even the future. Time that there's really only one thing left to do.
-In an instant, Ramirez jumps backwards down off the ledge and quickly turns to face the camera. The sound of crunching gravel is heard as Ramirez stomps his way to the camera, stopping only a couple inches from the screen. With a determined look in his eye, Emilio begins to speak; his voicealmost harmonic with the sound of the wind.-
Emilio Ramirez: What? Did you think I was going to jump? I don't think so. No, that's not me. Everyone needs to remember that. I wrestle because I like it not because I need it. It's something I enjoy. Something I love and if the day ever comes when that isn't true, I'll walk away from the sport with no hesitations and no regrets. Something it appears that my partner for the upcoming edition of The Wrestling Domain's Saturday Night Showdown is pondering. And if I could speak out of turn just this once I would like to reach out verbally to Terry Dane. Terry, I don't know much of what you're going through my friend. But I am one of those guys that believes things happen for a reason. And Terry, I believe that you and I were teamed up one more time for a very good reason. Hold on buddy, I don't know if dynamite will be the cause but I definitely expect some explosions.
-Ramirez gives a small grin before remaining quiet for several moments. He then turns to look out at the city landscape one more time. The view again begins to widen to show that Emilio has his hands on his hips as he glares into the night's sky. A chuckle is heard before Ramirez speaks out away from the camera.-
Emilio Ramirez: "The Angry Loser". That's cute Insomnia. Real, cute.
-Ramirez turns to the camera once more and this time an intensity filled look of determination is on his face. "The Angry Chef" stands his position but begins to talk directly at the camera.-
Emilio Ramirez: Let me ask you a question Insomnia! What in the hell would the angels of heaven want with my soul's demons? Especially one's that are rotting. That makes absolutely no sense you demented freak. Which makes two things that make sense in connection with this tag team match. Why Mister Martin paired you with a guy like Colt Crawford is beyond me, but here's some advice you lunatic. Don't threaten your tag team partner. You're gonna need him. You're gonna need him a lot because what you don't realize Insomnia is that the only way you can put me in my own personal hell, is to take away this victory. Here's a promise from me to you, right here right now. That will not be an easy task. Terry Dane and Emilio Ramirez are looking to the future and that future includes using Colt Crawford and Insomnia as a stepping stone. So if next Saturday does turn out to be a personal hell, Insomnia . . .
-Ramirez chuckles.-
Emilio Ramirez: We'll be out before the devil even knows we're there.
-"The Angry Chef" nods his head with a grin on his face as he lets off another chuckle and then once again turns away from the camera. The screen displays a picture of Ramirez standing with his hands on his hips overlooking the city. The bright moon hangs high overhead and the sound of the wind continues on as the screen begins to fill up with shadows and the scene eventually cuts away.-
Emilio Ramirez: Still winless. Winless I said. Not good. Not average. Not even below average. Winless. It's not easy. I'm not gonna lie. I'm a competitor. A fighter. Hell, even when I was getting my ass kicked in the back alleys and bars I was getting more satisfaction out of what I'm doing now. I rededicated myself. My old training partner showed up. I got teamed with one of the greatest I've ever known. Still yet, no victories. You know, there's this old saying that goes, "If one person calls you a horse they might be a liar. If a group of people call you a horse it might be a conspiracy. If EVERYONE calls you a horse, it's time to buy a damn saddle. I've come to the conclusion that it's just about that time. Time to stop thinking about the past, and even the future. Time that there's really only one thing left to do.
-In an instant, Ramirez jumps backwards down off the ledge and quickly turns to face the camera. The sound of crunching gravel is heard as Ramirez stomps his way to the camera, stopping only a couple inches from the screen. With a determined look in his eye, Emilio begins to speak; his voicealmost harmonic with the sound of the wind.-
Emilio Ramirez: What? Did you think I was going to jump? I don't think so. No, that's not me. Everyone needs to remember that. I wrestle because I like it not because I need it. It's something I enjoy. Something I love and if the day ever comes when that isn't true, I'll walk away from the sport with no hesitations and no regrets. Something it appears that my partner for the upcoming edition of The Wrestling Domain's Saturday Night Showdown is pondering. And if I could speak out of turn just this once I would like to reach out verbally to Terry Dane. Terry, I don't know much of what you're going through my friend. But I am one of those guys that believes things happen for a reason. And Terry, I believe that you and I were teamed up one more time for a very good reason. Hold on buddy, I don't know if dynamite will be the cause but I definitely expect some explosions.
-Ramirez gives a small grin before remaining quiet for several moments. He then turns to look out at the city landscape one more time. The view again begins to widen to show that Emilio has his hands on his hips as he glares into the night's sky. A chuckle is heard before Ramirez speaks out away from the camera.-
Emilio Ramirez: "The Angry Loser". That's cute Insomnia. Real, cute.
-Ramirez turns to the camera once more and this time an intensity filled look of determination is on his face. "The Angry Chef" stands his position but begins to talk directly at the camera.-
Emilio Ramirez: Let me ask you a question Insomnia! What in the hell would the angels of heaven want with my soul's demons? Especially one's that are rotting. That makes absolutely no sense you demented freak. Which makes two things that make sense in connection with this tag team match. Why Mister Martin paired you with a guy like Colt Crawford is beyond me, but here's some advice you lunatic. Don't threaten your tag team partner. You're gonna need him. You're gonna need him a lot because what you don't realize Insomnia is that the only way you can put me in my own personal hell, is to take away this victory. Here's a promise from me to you, right here right now. That will not be an easy task. Terry Dane and Emilio Ramirez are looking to the future and that future includes using Colt Crawford and Insomnia as a stepping stone. So if next Saturday does turn out to be a personal hell, Insomnia . . .
-Ramirez chuckles.-
Emilio Ramirez: We'll be out before the devil even knows we're there.
-"The Angry Chef" nods his head with a grin on his face as he lets off another chuckle and then once again turns away from the camera. The screen displays a picture of Ramirez standing with his hands on his hips overlooking the city. The bright moon hangs high overhead and the sound of the wind continues on as the screen begins to fill up with shadows and the scene eventually cuts away.-