Post by ramirez on Sept 18, 2008 21:29:42 GMT -5
-Filming begins with a closeup of "The Angry Chef" Emilio Ramirez walking towards the camera. The shot continues to move backwards, constantly changing its perspective to keep stride with each step of the brawler turned professional wrestler. Ramirez is wearing a straw hat, white long sleeve button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots. In his hand he grips the straps of a black duffle bag which he has thrown over his shoulder. As Emilio walks, he keeps his eyes focused ahead almost through the existence of the camera. People appear on both sides of Ramirez as he walks, but they seem to have no affect on his concentration when he suddenly starts talking.-
Emilio Ramirez: Are you boys ready? It doesn't look like it. Twenty four hours. That's how long it took "The Insane" Insomnia to come out television and start promising a fire and brimstone finish for Terry Dane and myself. Eleven days later and suddenly Insomnia has forgotten how to talk. Suddenly, the big man has taken to silence. Maybe he's beginning to understand that it might take a little bit more than promises of the wrath of hell to scare his opponents off? Probably not though, there's definitely a lot of brawn there just not a whole lot of brain. Insomnia, we don't sweat you. See you Saturday night, tough guy.
-Ramirez continues to look ahead and the screen begins to lift, shifting over top of "The Angry Chef" and repositioning the view to his elevated backside. The area in front of Emilio is finally displayed and it appears as if he is walking through a heavy populated building. Crowds of people line both sides of the main walking area with several individuals scattered about the path. None of these obstacles prevent Ramirez from moving on. As he moves, he visibly catches the attention of several people among the crowd. The voice of "The Angry Chef" is soon to begin again, this time mixing with the buzz of the crowd.-
Emilio Ramirez: As for you Colt Crawford, who knows. There's not much out there on ya Colt. I know you've been trained by Brian Clark, a classified legend in the Tennessee area. I know you've been trained by Andrei Karishnikov. Another man whose name is held in high regard within the wrestling minds of the world. I know you're big. Six, ten. Three forty five. I apologize, you're REAL big. Funny, I guess I've expected more out of you. I guess with the background and with the promise, I expected you to respond to Insomnia's warnings to you. I expected you to say something to your upcoming opponents. What can I say Colt? Be ready. It's not easy inside that ring. Take it from me.
-As soon as Ramirez stops talking, a child runs into view quickly approaching "The Angry Chef" who has to stop suddenly to avoid completely walking over the little boy. The kid is wearing a red and white striped tee shirt, a pair of jeans shorts, and blue flip flops. A big smile covers his face as he produces an ink pen and small notepad, raising it up to Emilio.-
Young Boy: Hello Mister Ramirez, will you sign my paper?
-Ramirez looks down at the boy and chuckles. He then leans down to a knee, letting his duffle bag fall to his feet as he reaches out for the pen and notepad.-
Emilio Ramirez: Sure buddy. What's your name?
Young Boy: Todd.
Emilio Ramirez: Todd huh?
-Ramirez looks down at the notepad, scribbling a small message along with his signature on the paper before handing it back to the boy.-
Emilio Ramirez: There ya go Todd.
Young Boy: Thank you Mister Ramirez. Good luck on your next match.
Emilio Ramirez: Thanks buddy.
Young Boy: You're going to need it. My daddy says these guys are a lot tougher than the other guys you've lost to so far.
-The little boy turns around and runs off into the crowd, leaving Ramirez with a disappointed look on his face. After being quiet for a little while, Emilio lets out a deep breath and shakes his head as he grabs his duffle bag and stands to his feet.-
Emilio Ramirez: Zero and three. Not to mention the tag team battle royal. A long line of defeat. Something has got to give.
-With a frustrated look on his face, Ramirez turns away from the camera and goes on his way. This time the camera stays in place and merely watches Emilio walk further and further away before disappearing into the crowd. From here, the view cuts away.-
Emilio Ramirez: Are you boys ready? It doesn't look like it. Twenty four hours. That's how long it took "The Insane" Insomnia to come out television and start promising a fire and brimstone finish for Terry Dane and myself. Eleven days later and suddenly Insomnia has forgotten how to talk. Suddenly, the big man has taken to silence. Maybe he's beginning to understand that it might take a little bit more than promises of the wrath of hell to scare his opponents off? Probably not though, there's definitely a lot of brawn there just not a whole lot of brain. Insomnia, we don't sweat you. See you Saturday night, tough guy.
-Ramirez continues to look ahead and the screen begins to lift, shifting over top of "The Angry Chef" and repositioning the view to his elevated backside. The area in front of Emilio is finally displayed and it appears as if he is walking through a heavy populated building. Crowds of people line both sides of the main walking area with several individuals scattered about the path. None of these obstacles prevent Ramirez from moving on. As he moves, he visibly catches the attention of several people among the crowd. The voice of "The Angry Chef" is soon to begin again, this time mixing with the buzz of the crowd.-
Emilio Ramirez: As for you Colt Crawford, who knows. There's not much out there on ya Colt. I know you've been trained by Brian Clark, a classified legend in the Tennessee area. I know you've been trained by Andrei Karishnikov. Another man whose name is held in high regard within the wrestling minds of the world. I know you're big. Six, ten. Three forty five. I apologize, you're REAL big. Funny, I guess I've expected more out of you. I guess with the background and with the promise, I expected you to respond to Insomnia's warnings to you. I expected you to say something to your upcoming opponents. What can I say Colt? Be ready. It's not easy inside that ring. Take it from me.
-As soon as Ramirez stops talking, a child runs into view quickly approaching "The Angry Chef" who has to stop suddenly to avoid completely walking over the little boy. The kid is wearing a red and white striped tee shirt, a pair of jeans shorts, and blue flip flops. A big smile covers his face as he produces an ink pen and small notepad, raising it up to Emilio.-
Young Boy: Hello Mister Ramirez, will you sign my paper?
-Ramirez looks down at the boy and chuckles. He then leans down to a knee, letting his duffle bag fall to his feet as he reaches out for the pen and notepad.-
Emilio Ramirez: Sure buddy. What's your name?
Young Boy: Todd.
Emilio Ramirez: Todd huh?
-Ramirez looks down at the notepad, scribbling a small message along with his signature on the paper before handing it back to the boy.-
Emilio Ramirez: There ya go Todd.
Young Boy: Thank you Mister Ramirez. Good luck on your next match.
Emilio Ramirez: Thanks buddy.
Young Boy: You're going to need it. My daddy says these guys are a lot tougher than the other guys you've lost to so far.
-The little boy turns around and runs off into the crowd, leaving Ramirez with a disappointed look on his face. After being quiet for a little while, Emilio lets out a deep breath and shakes his head as he grabs his duffle bag and stands to his feet.-
Emilio Ramirez: Zero and three. Not to mention the tag team battle royal. A long line of defeat. Something has got to give.
-With a frustrated look on his face, Ramirez turns away from the camera and goes on his way. This time the camera stays in place and merely watches Emilio walk further and further away before disappearing into the crowd. From here, the view cuts away.-