Post by ramirez on Oct 18, 2008 0:43:30 GMT -5
-The shot begins on a tan background separated by a crack that is filled with a black weather stripping. The hum of an eletronic motor is slightly heard before the voice of Emilio Ramirez becomes clear.-
Emilio Ramirez: I think our friend Rob Blondie is having some personal issues. Issues that seem to be affecting his ability to process information. What's wrong Rob? Has your vicious feud with Raymond "Kingpin" Jones clouded your judgement? Or maybe it's the relationship you have with the mother of your children? I don't know what it is Mister Blondie and I really don't care, but I really wish you would have taken the time to at least LISTEN to what I had to say the first time.
-When Emilio becomes silent so does the sound of the electronic motor. Just a shot time later, the motor begins to grind once more only to again be joined by Ramirez' voice.-
Emilio Ramirez: A gimmick? Alright. Maybe nobody cheers for wrestling chefs anymore Rob and maybe you don't have any interest in wrestling one. If that's the case, I sure do have some good news for you. I'm not a wrestling chef, Blondie. I'm a chef and I'm a wrestler, but before I was a wrestler I was a fighter, a brawler and trust me that when I say I've faced a lot tougher, meaner, madder individuals than you in the back alleys and night clubs of Laredo, Texas. You spent your time on the air over the past two weeks trying to cut me down with insulting metaphors and threatening statements. Do you see me Rob? I'm still standing. I'm still waiting for that bell to ring tomorrow night. Your attempt at damaging my determination has failed. You're only going to get one more shot at doing any damage at all. I hope you make it count.
-This time when Emilio ends his sentence, the sound of a bell is heard and the background suddenly opens up to reveal the inside of an elevator where the figure of Emilio Ramirez is standing. "The Angry Chef" is wearing a black business suit and grips a suitcase in each hand as he looks ahead directly into the camera with an intense look on his face.-
Emilio Ramirez: I told you that I wanted your best Blondie. I told you that I was well aware of the fact that things weren't as perfect as they could be in your life right now. I know you've been out for blood over the past several weeks, but did you listen Rob? Did you listen at all? No. All you wanted to do was remind me of your situation. To warn me of possible outcomes of our match and how you won't hold yourself accountable in the case that I become injured or maimed. And on top of those heartless comments you throw in the references of Chef Boyardee and Chef Wang. That's right Rob, I paid special attention to what you had to say to me. I'm ashamed in you for not giving me that same show of respect. I know you've won titles. I know you've competed against the best and I know you've beaten a lot of them. And you should know I know that Rob, because I said long before you had to validate it. Who do I think you're going to take your frustration out on? I don't know, but just like I said the first time, I HOPE you take them out on me. One more time Rob. If you want blood, I'm more than willing to be that donar.
-Ramirez finishes talking for the last time and immediately steps out of the elevator, turning his attention away from the camera and going on his way down a long corridor. The camera follows Emilio down the hall until he eventually turns a corner and disappears. From here, the shot cuts away.-
Emilio Ramirez: I think our friend Rob Blondie is having some personal issues. Issues that seem to be affecting his ability to process information. What's wrong Rob? Has your vicious feud with Raymond "Kingpin" Jones clouded your judgement? Or maybe it's the relationship you have with the mother of your children? I don't know what it is Mister Blondie and I really don't care, but I really wish you would have taken the time to at least LISTEN to what I had to say the first time.
-When Emilio becomes silent so does the sound of the electronic motor. Just a shot time later, the motor begins to grind once more only to again be joined by Ramirez' voice.-
Emilio Ramirez: A gimmick? Alright. Maybe nobody cheers for wrestling chefs anymore Rob and maybe you don't have any interest in wrestling one. If that's the case, I sure do have some good news for you. I'm not a wrestling chef, Blondie. I'm a chef and I'm a wrestler, but before I was a wrestler I was a fighter, a brawler and trust me that when I say I've faced a lot tougher, meaner, madder individuals than you in the back alleys and night clubs of Laredo, Texas. You spent your time on the air over the past two weeks trying to cut me down with insulting metaphors and threatening statements. Do you see me Rob? I'm still standing. I'm still waiting for that bell to ring tomorrow night. Your attempt at damaging my determination has failed. You're only going to get one more shot at doing any damage at all. I hope you make it count.
-This time when Emilio ends his sentence, the sound of a bell is heard and the background suddenly opens up to reveal the inside of an elevator where the figure of Emilio Ramirez is standing. "The Angry Chef" is wearing a black business suit and grips a suitcase in each hand as he looks ahead directly into the camera with an intense look on his face.-
Emilio Ramirez: I told you that I wanted your best Blondie. I told you that I was well aware of the fact that things weren't as perfect as they could be in your life right now. I know you've been out for blood over the past several weeks, but did you listen Rob? Did you listen at all? No. All you wanted to do was remind me of your situation. To warn me of possible outcomes of our match and how you won't hold yourself accountable in the case that I become injured or maimed. And on top of those heartless comments you throw in the references of Chef Boyardee and Chef Wang. That's right Rob, I paid special attention to what you had to say to me. I'm ashamed in you for not giving me that same show of respect. I know you've won titles. I know you've competed against the best and I know you've beaten a lot of them. And you should know I know that Rob, because I said long before you had to validate it. Who do I think you're going to take your frustration out on? I don't know, but just like I said the first time, I HOPE you take them out on me. One more time Rob. If you want blood, I'm more than willing to be that donar.
-Ramirez finishes talking for the last time and immediately steps out of the elevator, turning his attention away from the camera and going on his way down a long corridor. The camera follows Emilio down the hall until he eventually turns a corner and disappears. From here, the shot cuts away.-