Post by "Unbelievable" Emberto Ortiz on Sept 12, 2006 1:56:37 GMT -5
(Scene fades in on Ortiz in ring attire working out at an undisclosed gym alone. He is pounding a Jiu-jitsu practice dummy from various clinches, stances, and ground maneuvers.)
(Ortiz grabs a towel and turns to the camera.)
Hey, C-Money. I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Christopher.
(Ortiz motions to the sturdy Training dummy he has been working with. Ortiz studies it, frowns, then lights up. An idea! He reaches down and sticks a mini-afro on the dummy.)
You two have a lot more in common than you might think. Christopher is pretty tough, but on the inside, he’s all fluff, no substance. You know, he kinda reminds me of someone.
(Ortiz grins, then turns suddenly serious.)
Welcome to your own personal nightmare, C-Money. I’ll give you a rare opportunity, since you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m gonna give you options. Do you want me to KO you early, nice and fast with one of these?
(Ortiz delivers a spinning back fist to the punching bag, tearing the dummy’s head off.)
Or maybe a nice, painful submission. You don’t need both your arms to C-note, do you?
(Ortiz snaps a lightning quick hanging armbar on the dummy, wrenching the arm in a gut-twisting way, releasing the hold with a flip, landing on his feet.)
See, Money? You can have all the green in the world, but come Showdown, all you’re gonna be is Black and Blue. When I’m done with you, all the EMT’s will be able to recognize of you is what’s left of that afro. You can play to the crowd all you want, but once you step into the TEWF ring, playtime ends. You better come at me with everything you got, because, as it stands now, you’re going to be lucky to be leaving with just an ‘L.’ That ‘C-‘ is gonna stand for concussion if you don’t keep your focus.
I’ve seen you work the crowd, and I know we’re two very different fighters. I’m here to win. You’re here to sell T-shirts. But I’ll be damned if I don’t bring 110% of my A game to my debut match here in TEWF. So bring your ‘crystall.’ Your ‘plat.’ Bring your Bling, Ho’s and every chain you own!
Cuz when we throw down at Showdown, I may be 5’8” but you’re the one who’s gonna be comin’ up a little… short.
(Ortiz delivers a blind spinning back kick to the dummy, shattering its legs, crumpling to the ground. Ortiz walks through the gym's double doors without a glance back at the camera.)
(Camera pans down to poor 'Christopher' the practice dummy. A note is pinned to the Afro, written in red sharpie:)
Note: Win with honor at any cost.
(Ortiz grabs a towel and turns to the camera.)
Hey, C-Money. I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Christopher.
(Ortiz motions to the sturdy Training dummy he has been working with. Ortiz studies it, frowns, then lights up. An idea! He reaches down and sticks a mini-afro on the dummy.)
You two have a lot more in common than you might think. Christopher is pretty tough, but on the inside, he’s all fluff, no substance. You know, he kinda reminds me of someone.
(Ortiz grins, then turns suddenly serious.)
Welcome to your own personal nightmare, C-Money. I’ll give you a rare opportunity, since you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m gonna give you options. Do you want me to KO you early, nice and fast with one of these?
(Ortiz delivers a spinning back fist to the punching bag, tearing the dummy’s head off.)
Or maybe a nice, painful submission. You don’t need both your arms to C-note, do you?
(Ortiz snaps a lightning quick hanging armbar on the dummy, wrenching the arm in a gut-twisting way, releasing the hold with a flip, landing on his feet.)
See, Money? You can have all the green in the world, but come Showdown, all you’re gonna be is Black and Blue. When I’m done with you, all the EMT’s will be able to recognize of you is what’s left of that afro. You can play to the crowd all you want, but once you step into the TEWF ring, playtime ends. You better come at me with everything you got, because, as it stands now, you’re going to be lucky to be leaving with just an ‘L.’ That ‘C-‘ is gonna stand for concussion if you don’t keep your focus.
I’ve seen you work the crowd, and I know we’re two very different fighters. I’m here to win. You’re here to sell T-shirts. But I’ll be damned if I don’t bring 110% of my A game to my debut match here in TEWF. So bring your ‘crystall.’ Your ‘plat.’ Bring your Bling, Ho’s and every chain you own!
Cuz when we throw down at Showdown, I may be 5’8” but you’re the one who’s gonna be comin’ up a little… short.
(Ortiz delivers a blind spinning back kick to the dummy, shattering its legs, crumpling to the ground. Ortiz walks through the gym's double doors without a glance back at the camera.)
(Camera pans down to poor 'Christopher' the practice dummy. A note is pinned to the Afro, written in red sharpie:)
Note: Win with honor at any cost.
