(This Segment is supposed to come before Superfamous' "Want Ramok!" segment. There will be another in the parking lot.)
The camera blends in to the President's office.
Tamara is sitting behind her doing some administrative tasks.
[pic tamara]
She startles as the door is sudden slammed open and Ramok storms in.
[pic Ramok]
Tamara: Hello Ramok.
Good to see you as well.
Have you ever heard of knocking?
Ramok: I really have no time to waste on such incidential stuff.
There is something I need you to do.
Tamara: Well, what can I do for you?
Ramok: It's real simple.
Me, Superfamous.
In the ring tonight for the Master of Terror title.
Book that!
Tamara blinks.
Tamara: No.
You already had a title shot.
And Superfamous defeated you and ...
Tamara winces as Ramok slams his fists on the desk, yelling.
Ramok: THAT HE WON WAS A FLUKE AND NOTHING BUT A FLUKE!
Someone like him dosen't deserve the title.
And I will just prove that, if I get another match against him.
Tamara shakes her head.
Tamara: No, sorry.
You were lucky enough to get a title match on your debut.
There are more people after the title.
And I have already booked Superfamous to fight someone else tonight.
You will get another chance eventually, but not tonight.
Ramok leans on the desk, glaring at Tamara, looking like he would jump over and strangle her any moment.
But suddenly he relaxes and takes a step back from the desk.
Ramok: Fine, fine. Just as you like.
While turning around to leave, Ramok mumble, half to himself.
Ramok: I just wouldn't be so sure "the Champ" is gonna fight anyone tonight if I was you.
Tamara: Was there anything else?
Ramok: Oh no, nothing.
Ramok leaves the office and slams the door behind him.
The camera blends in to the President's office.
Tamara is sitting behind her doing some administrative tasks.
[pic tamara]
She startles as the door is sudden slammed open and Ramok storms in.
[pic Ramok]
Tamara: Hello Ramok.
Good to see you as well.
Have you ever heard of knocking?
Ramok: I really have no time to waste on such incidential stuff.
There is something I need you to do.
Tamara: Well, what can I do for you?
Ramok: It's real simple.
Me, Superfamous.
In the ring tonight for the Master of Terror title.
Book that!
Tamara blinks.
Tamara: No.
You already had a title shot.
And Superfamous defeated you and ...
Tamara winces as Ramok slams his fists on the desk, yelling.
Ramok: THAT HE WON WAS A FLUKE AND NOTHING BUT A FLUKE!
Someone like him dosen't deserve the title.
And I will just prove that, if I get another match against him.
Tamara shakes her head.
Tamara: No, sorry.
You were lucky enough to get a title match on your debut.
There are more people after the title.
And I have already booked Superfamous to fight someone else tonight.
You will get another chance eventually, but not tonight.
Ramok leans on the desk, glaring at Tamara, looking like he would jump over and strangle her any moment.
But suddenly he relaxes and takes a step back from the desk.
Ramok: Fine, fine. Just as you like.
While turning around to leave, Ramok mumble, half to himself.
Ramok: I just wouldn't be so sure "the Champ" is gonna fight anyone tonight if I was you.
Tamara: Was there anything else?
Ramok: Oh no, nothing.
Ramok leaves the office and slams the door behind him.
