Post by ramirez on Jun 2, 2008 21:15:58 GMT -5
-The view comes to life on the interior attributes of what appears to be a commercialized kitchen. Stainless steel kitchen appliances line the outter walls of the room and the black tile floor is centered by an island of steel cabinetry. Several men of both Mexican and American descent and dressed in white uniforms hurry about the room with a look of panic in their eyes. Steam floats towards the ceiling as the sound of sizzling grease is heard in the background. Suddenly, from the left of the kitchen and through a wall of steam appears a focused looking individual wearing nearly the same type of uniform seen on the other men filling the room. The man glances around the kitchen with a somber expression but continues to walk in the direction of the camera. Slowly his eyes scan the room and then find their way to the television screen. The man leans forward against the countertop; his hands, palms down, bracing himself on the surface of the bar-
Emilio Ramirez: The Wrestling Domain . . . . . hello everyone. My name is Emilio. I've come to TWD to find out just how good I am.
-Ramirez takes a quick breath through his nose, creating a sniffing noise-
Emilio Ramirez: June 14th . . . . . Beaumont, Texas . . . . . Aaron Christopher. It surely will be a "Showdown". You're a former rock star Aaron? I can dig it. They call me "The Angry Chef". Chef because well, I like to cook and I can do it on a professional level and angry because I get upset when things don't go quite the way I planned. Oh yea, there is also the fact that I love to fight. So I couldn't be any more happy then to be standing in the ring with you in a couple weeks Aaron. I can respect your ability. You've won. You've been successful in multiple federations. But you do realize Aaron that people here in Texas aren't going to be too fond of ya. Ya see Christopher . . . . . as you were making a living in the CWA, HSWA, BTW and TWF . . . . . us Texans were down here making our living, minding our OWN business. You know what we call a person who brings their success to our hometown to steal our glory Christopher? We call 'em carpetbaggers. And that's what you are my friend. Fortunately enough . . . I know exactly how to handle carpetbaggers.
-Ramirez looks down at the counter and the camera adjusts to focus on what has caught his attention. In his left hand is a bowl filled with a variety of sliced and diced ingredients-
Emilio Ramirez: Minced shallots, chives, vermouth, and some black pepper. Goes into the broiler with the meat.
-Ramirez reaches over with his right hand and pulls a skillet in front of his torso, glancing up at the camera-
Emilio Ramirez: Unsalted buttered oysters. Before you put filet steaks in the broiler you stuff these into small slits you can make with a steak knife. Adds magnificent flavor. Broil five minutes on both sides and you remove the platter.
-A small dinging sound is heard in the background and a smile crosses Ramirez's face. He turns away from the camera for a moment before returning with a trey of meat filets-
Emilio Ramirez: And then all you do is top these babies with a dollop of the oyster butter and sprinkle it with parsley and . . .
-Ramirez becomes quiet as he glances back and forth upon the counter top. His look of pleasure slowly turns to that of frustration.-
Emilio Ramirez: WHAT? Where is the parsley? You can't tell me we . . .
-Ramirez turns around with anger in his eyes and points a finger at one of the men working the kitchen floor-
Emilio Ramirez: YOU! Juan. Do we have any parsley in the kitchen?
-With a frightened look on his face, Juan slowly shrugs his shoulders and in an instant is forced to duck the bowl of chopped ingredients which has been zipped through the air by "The Angry Chef" who turns to the camera and pounds his fists on the counter top, a look of rage in his eyes-
Emilio Ramirez: STINKIN' CARPETBAGGERS!
-The view begins to turn black and fades to an image of Ramirez-
Emilio Ramirez: The Wrestling Domain . . . . . hello everyone. My name is Emilio. I've come to TWD to find out just how good I am.
-Ramirez takes a quick breath through his nose, creating a sniffing noise-
Emilio Ramirez: June 14th . . . . . Beaumont, Texas . . . . . Aaron Christopher. It surely will be a "Showdown". You're a former rock star Aaron? I can dig it. They call me "The Angry Chef". Chef because well, I like to cook and I can do it on a professional level and angry because I get upset when things don't go quite the way I planned. Oh yea, there is also the fact that I love to fight. So I couldn't be any more happy then to be standing in the ring with you in a couple weeks Aaron. I can respect your ability. You've won. You've been successful in multiple federations. But you do realize Aaron that people here in Texas aren't going to be too fond of ya. Ya see Christopher . . . . . as you were making a living in the CWA, HSWA, BTW and TWF . . . . . us Texans were down here making our living, minding our OWN business. You know what we call a person who brings their success to our hometown to steal our glory Christopher? We call 'em carpetbaggers. And that's what you are my friend. Fortunately enough . . . I know exactly how to handle carpetbaggers.
-Ramirez looks down at the counter and the camera adjusts to focus on what has caught his attention. In his left hand is a bowl filled with a variety of sliced and diced ingredients-
Emilio Ramirez: Minced shallots, chives, vermouth, and some black pepper. Goes into the broiler with the meat.
-Ramirez reaches over with his right hand and pulls a skillet in front of his torso, glancing up at the camera-
Emilio Ramirez: Unsalted buttered oysters. Before you put filet steaks in the broiler you stuff these into small slits you can make with a steak knife. Adds magnificent flavor. Broil five minutes on both sides and you remove the platter.
-A small dinging sound is heard in the background and a smile crosses Ramirez's face. He turns away from the camera for a moment before returning with a trey of meat filets-
Emilio Ramirez: And then all you do is top these babies with a dollop of the oyster butter and sprinkle it with parsley and . . .
-Ramirez becomes quiet as he glances back and forth upon the counter top. His look of pleasure slowly turns to that of frustration.-
Emilio Ramirez: WHAT? Where is the parsley? You can't tell me we . . .
-Ramirez turns around with anger in his eyes and points a finger at one of the men working the kitchen floor-
Emilio Ramirez: YOU! Juan. Do we have any parsley in the kitchen?
-With a frightened look on his face, Juan slowly shrugs his shoulders and in an instant is forced to duck the bowl of chopped ingredients which has been zipped through the air by "The Angry Chef" who turns to the camera and pounds his fists on the counter top, a look of rage in his eyes-
Emilio Ramirez: STINKIN' CARPETBAGGERS!
-The view begins to turn black and fades to an image of Ramirez-