Post by THE OVERBAKER on Aug 15, 2021 3:55:31 GMT -5
We open to the sprawling, impressive kitchen of the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse in Cleveland, Ohio. An array of foods from all categories are spread about. The kitchen itself has all equipment in use. A giant of a man clad in all white with a white chef’s hat slowly moves about doing cookly duties as a woman of dark hair and green eyes steps into view holding a mixing bowl close to her perky bosoms.
”Oooohhh yeeeeees! Hellooo Revooo One.”
The woman’s voice is odd, pitched high. Her eyes wide.
”I’m Sue Chef and ohhh yeeees behind me is the man who will cook the competition alive. He is… THE OVERBAKER!”
She raises the mixing bowl over her head and he turns his intense gaze toward it. He stops everything he’s doing and stares at it. This allows the camera to focus in on the man’s face. It’s a rough looking one. Scarred. Tough. Cold eyes fixated on the object. She then lowers it and he returns to his cooking duties.
”This cooking will commence in a few days when my OVERBAKER filets and sautés Brandon Rivera. Ooohhh yeeees! I bet you’re hoping we were lazy with you, Brandon, huh? Oohhh noooo, a chef never sends out a poorly prepped dish, and we never improperly prep for an opponent. This isn’t our first rodeo, Brandon. But ohhhhhh yeeees you’re the biggest prized bull we get to pull and stuff. Tell em’, big guy.”
She makes a weird face that borders creepy and comical as she head-bobs back to the giant behind her. His hands work efficiently at his craft while he stares right into the lens with a menace about him.
”Brandon Rivera…” His voice is deep, brooding, ominous. ”I’m a man of 30+ years in age, yet you’ve held more championships than I have celebrated days of my birthing. The mass grave of defeated foes you’ve left in your wake hasn’t escaped our notice. We know about your exploits in ECTW, NGW, HCW, NCW, VWF, WCWF, WFW, and the rest. You’ve run the gambit. The grand slam. You went on a tear and won 18 straight. When you were done winning matches and titles you took ownership of promotions and started a few of your own.”
Sue’s lips curl and she nods approvingly of Brandon’s career as THE OVERBAKER narrates.
”The moves you deliver in the ring are as vast as your tenures across many promotions. You will be a tough test even for a man of my size and zeal for perfection.”
Apparently one of the dishes he’s preparing isn’t to his liking, so he angrily hurls it behind him, clanging and banging it off of kitchen equipment and a stove. A huge spurt of fires kick out of a burner due to this.
”For all your successes, you’ve had as many failures though. You're capable of failure. You’ve had promotions close due to poor decisions on your part. You’ve quit. You’ve been fired after they used and abused you. You can’t maintain a woman in your life. You have custody of your child and you’re shit-canning him to fulfill your selfish needs of… what?”
His eyes narrow in accusation.
”More titles? You’ve won them all. The fans? They will turn on you quicker than a food critic. You probably already know that. Whatever reasons you have for coming back are misbegotten. You will find this out when you step into the ring with me and get battered like the food I prep. Quite frankly. I’ve baked potatoes bigger than you are, little man. The question is, are you tougher than those baked potatoes? We will find this out soon enough. Until then..”
THE OVERBAKER retrieves a five gallon tub of something and sits it on the countertop as Sue takes the center frame of the lens.
”You can buy THE OVERBAKER’S very own homemade deep fried ice cream. Ohhhh yeeeeeesss!!! Text ‘Rivera Rump Roast’ to 3367 for a 20% discount. Very limited time offer. It’s made from a very special blend of creams and his own personal secret ingredients. Don’t miss out. You’ll kick yourself if you do… ohhhhh yeeeeees!!!”
She nods her head creepily yet comically. THE OVERBAKER snaps his head up as she raises the mixing bowl skyward.
”Brandon Rivera…. You will…. REST…… IN……… GREEEAAASSEEEEEEE! “
He makes a bunch of dark ominous scary guttural noises to end the promo. After the cameras are off, he and Sue load up all the dishes he made, including the very special birthday cake they made for their new boss lady, so they can deliver them to her on the Legacy show. As they go to leave, the fire that sparked earlier in the promo is still going and catches a few things on fire.
Afew hours later…….
”Oooohhh yeeeeees! Hellooo Revooo One.”
The woman’s voice is odd, pitched high. Her eyes wide.
”I’m Sue Chef and ohhh yeeees behind me is the man who will cook the competition alive. He is… THE OVERBAKER!”
She raises the mixing bowl over her head and he turns his intense gaze toward it. He stops everything he’s doing and stares at it. This allows the camera to focus in on the man’s face. It’s a rough looking one. Scarred. Tough. Cold eyes fixated on the object. She then lowers it and he returns to his cooking duties.
”This cooking will commence in a few days when my OVERBAKER filets and sautés Brandon Rivera. Ooohhh yeeees! I bet you’re hoping we were lazy with you, Brandon, huh? Oohhh noooo, a chef never sends out a poorly prepped dish, and we never improperly prep for an opponent. This isn’t our first rodeo, Brandon. But ohhhhhh yeeees you’re the biggest prized bull we get to pull and stuff. Tell em’, big guy.”
She makes a weird face that borders creepy and comical as she head-bobs back to the giant behind her. His hands work efficiently at his craft while he stares right into the lens with a menace about him.
”Brandon Rivera…” His voice is deep, brooding, ominous. ”I’m a man of 30+ years in age, yet you’ve held more championships than I have celebrated days of my birthing. The mass grave of defeated foes you’ve left in your wake hasn’t escaped our notice. We know about your exploits in ECTW, NGW, HCW, NCW, VWF, WCWF, WFW, and the rest. You’ve run the gambit. The grand slam. You went on a tear and won 18 straight. When you were done winning matches and titles you took ownership of promotions and started a few of your own.”
Sue’s lips curl and she nods approvingly of Brandon’s career as THE OVERBAKER narrates.
”The moves you deliver in the ring are as vast as your tenures across many promotions. You will be a tough test even for a man of my size and zeal for perfection.”
Apparently one of the dishes he’s preparing isn’t to his liking, so he angrily hurls it behind him, clanging and banging it off of kitchen equipment and a stove. A huge spurt of fires kick out of a burner due to this.
”For all your successes, you’ve had as many failures though. You're capable of failure. You’ve had promotions close due to poor decisions on your part. You’ve quit. You’ve been fired after they used and abused you. You can’t maintain a woman in your life. You have custody of your child and you’re shit-canning him to fulfill your selfish needs of… what?”
His eyes narrow in accusation.
”More titles? You’ve won them all. The fans? They will turn on you quicker than a food critic. You probably already know that. Whatever reasons you have for coming back are misbegotten. You will find this out when you step into the ring with me and get battered like the food I prep. Quite frankly. I’ve baked potatoes bigger than you are, little man. The question is, are you tougher than those baked potatoes? We will find this out soon enough. Until then..”
THE OVERBAKER retrieves a five gallon tub of something and sits it on the countertop as Sue takes the center frame of the lens.
”You can buy THE OVERBAKER’S very own homemade deep fried ice cream. Ohhhh yeeeeeesss!!! Text ‘Rivera Rump Roast’ to 3367 for a 20% discount. Very limited time offer. It’s made from a very special blend of creams and his own personal secret ingredients. Don’t miss out. You’ll kick yourself if you do… ohhhhh yeeeeees!!!”
She nods her head creepily yet comically. THE OVERBAKER snaps his head up as she raises the mixing bowl skyward.
”Brandon Rivera…. You will…. REST…… IN……… GREEEAAASSEEEEEEE! “
He makes a bunch of dark ominous scary guttural noises to end the promo. After the cameras are off, he and Sue load up all the dishes he made, including the very special birthday cake they made for their new boss lady, so they can deliver them to her on the Legacy show. As they go to leave, the fire that sparked earlier in the promo is still going and catches a few things on fire.
Afew hours later…….