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Post by neoblisseyx on Oct 23, 2008 18:04:27 GMT -5
In my previous thread, " I need a little help... (ICA: THE MOVIE script)," I promised a novelization of the script with more story content to flesh out the script. In this thread, once a week, I will post a new chapter. Here's the prologue.... Faith of the Heart: An Iron Chef America Movie(A Creation In Celebration Of Iron Chef's 15th Anniversary) Novelization by William Raymer Based on his screenplay Note: All Japanese characters in this story are assumed to be speaking Japanese, unless noted. When Carter, Andrea or Chris are speaking to Japanese characters, they are assumed to be speaking Japanese as well. Book One: The Road to Destiny PROLOGUE ---------------------------------------------------- MARCH 13TH, 2000 CULINARY INSTITUTE OF AMERICA NEW YORK, NEW YORK USA 18-YEAR-OLD Carter Winston had never before in his life seen anything like what he had just witnessed. He had just seen Iron Chef French II Hiroyuki Sakai decimate three of his classmates in an apple-peeling contest. “Sure makes you glad you weren't up there,” a voice from next to him responded. Carter looked over and saw his long-time friend Christophe Seville. Carter smiled at Chris. “Yeah,” Carter said, gesturing to a camera crew, who was taping reactions to the competition. “I would have been embarrassed to say the very least had I been chosen to compete. I mean, I'd like to say I'm a great peeler, but Sakai-san would have blown me the hell away!” A member of the camera crew approached Carter. “Which one of you is Carter Winston?” he said in flawlessly-unaccented English. Carter smiled. “I am,” he said to the cameraman. “Well,” the cameraman said, “How would you like to take part in the opening ceremonies of the battle tomorrow?” “Why me?” Carter said. “You are the highest-graded student in this school,” the cameraman said. “You deserve some kind of reward.” “So, what would this reward entail?” Carter asked. “Well, for Chairman Kaga's entrance into Webster Hall, he would be preceded by a walker with an incense burner, two flag bearers and two attendants who will toss yellow bell peppers-Chairman Kaga's trademark-to the audience,” the cameraman said. “So, which do you want to be?” Carter thought for a moment, then smiled at the cameraman. “If you will allow it, I'd like to be a flag bearer with my best friend Chris here by my side,” Carter said. “I'm sure the producer, Mr. Matsuo, would permit it,” the cameraman said. “If I may have your contact information?” After providing their address and phone numbers to the cameraman, Carter smiled at Chris. “This is gonna be good,” Carter said. That night, Carter walked into the living area of the apartment he shared with Chris and another old friend. “Andy? Where are you?” Carter said. “I've got some good news for you!” A young woman walked into the living room. Andrea Snyder, Carter's girlfriend of two-and-a-half years, walked up to Carter and kissed him. As soon as the kiss broke, Andrea looked at Carter. “So, what's this good news you said you had for me?” she asked. “I was able to snag tickets to the New York Battle tomorrow,” Carter said. Andrea gasped, and with good reason: tickets to the anticipated battle between Iron Chef Japanese Masaharu Morimoto and challenger Bobby Flay were hard to come by. “How'd you get 'em?” Andrea said. “Well, I'm gonna be a part of the opening ceremonies,” Carter said, outlining the plans relayed to him by the cameraman. “Well, you'd better get to bed early,” Andrea said. “Mr. Matsuo will need you and Chris at your best.” The next day, Carter, Andrea and Chris drove up to Webster Hall, the site of the battle, and saw the long line of people waiting to get in. Carter walked up to a Japanese man wearing a tuxedo and a clip-on American flag-print bowtie. “Excuse me, sir,” Carter said. “Can you show me where the people taking part in the opening ceremonies are gathering?” The man looked at Carter, then pointed to where a woman wearing an apron with the Kaga Gourmet Academy crest emblazoned on it was standing, jotting down notes on a clipboard. “Right over there is where you need to go,” the man said. “Thank you, Mr....” Carter said, still not recognizing the man. Chris got a look at the man, then slapped Carter on the back of his head. “Ya idiot! That's Kenji Fukui! You know, 'Fukui-san! Yes, Ohta?'” Chris said. Carter rubbed the back of his head, then looked at Fukui again. “Oh, yeah! That is him!” Carter said in English. Then he said to Fukui, “I apologize for not recognizing you, Fukui-san. I did not recognize you without your silver tuxedo on.” Fukui nodded. “No apologies are necessary, Carter-san,” he said. “See you inside.” Andrea looked at Carter and Chris. “Well, boys, I'll see you inside,” she said before kissing Carter. “Good luck, Carter.” “Thanks, Andy,” Carter said. Once Carter and Chris were inside Webster Hall and dressed in their costumes, they were handed their K.G.A. crest flags. “You may keep them, if you wish, with our compliments,” producer Toshihiko Matsuo said. Finally, filming began. Carter began to feel nervous as emcee Gordon Elliot introduced the Chairman. “There's only one man whom we can thank for this—the man who gave birth to the Iron Chefs, the Chairman of the Gourmet Academy. Please welcome.... Takeshi Kaga!” With that, the music Carter nicknamed the “Iron Chef March” began, and the curtains opened. The walker with the incense burner was first in, followed by Carter and Chris as the flag bearers. As Chairman Kaga took to the stage, Carter listened on with amazement as Kaga said, in English, “If memory serves me right, this is...New York City!” Carter was surprised to hear the Chairman speak in English, but he remained in character. Carter remained in character until the filming stopped for a five-minute break prior to the official start of battle, the Chairman's famed “ Allez Cuisine” start call. Carter rushed to a nearby restroom and changed out of his costume back into his chef's clothes. Just before the start of the battle, Carter approached his assigned seat, in the front row on what would be the Iron Chef's side of the temporary Kitchen Stadium that had been erected in Webster Hall. Carter had his eyes glued on the kitchen equipment as he sat down in his chair. Carter saw a glint of metallic blue in the corner of his eye, but dismissed it as a figment of his imagination, a trick of the dim lighting in the audience pit. He saw Andrea next to him. “You should see who's sitting on your left,” she said, pointing to Carter's left side. Carter turned his head to his left and gasped when he saw what the metallic blue flash was coming from: the uniform of Rokusaburo Michiba, the first Iron Chef Japanese. “Oh, my God,” Carter whispered. “I...” He then looked over to see that not only was he sitting next to Honorary Iron Chef Michiba, but two other Iron Chefs: Iron Chef Sakai and Iron Chef Italian Masahiko Kobe, who had given the lecture at the C.I.A. the previous day. Carter was shivering throughout the battle. He was sitting next to a group of legends. It was after the battle, after Morimoto was declared the winner, that Carter decided to approach his idol. “M...Michiba-san,” Carter stammered out. Michiba turned to Carter. “Yes?” he said. “I'm Carter Winston,” Carter said. “I'm a big fan of yours, as well as of your fellow Iron Chefs. It was a honor to even sit next to you today. May I take a picture with you?” Michiba smiled. “Why not?” he said. Carter fished through his pockets, until he found a camera, which he handed to Andrea. After Andrea snapped the picture and handed the camera back to Carter, Michiba looked at Carter. “I see you're training to be a chef,” Michiba said. “May I ask what style?” “Japanese, of course,” Carter said. “Well, that's all well and good, Carter-san, but remember my saying: 'There are no borders to ingredients,'” Michiba said. “If an ingredient or cooking technique from another style is the appropriate option for a situation you are in, do not hesitate to use it.” “Thanks for the advice, Michiba-sensei,” Carter said. Bowing to Michiba and the other Iron Chefs, Carter picked up his K.G.A. crest flag, by now adorned with autographs from the Iron Chefs, Bobby Flay and the commentators, then followed Andrea and Chris out of Webster Hall. About a year and a half after the New York Battle, Carter received a telephone call. “Hello?” Carter said. “ Is this Carter Winston or Christophe Seville?” the voice said. “This is Carter Winston,” Carter said. “You seem to have me at a disadvantage.” “ This is Toshihiko Matsuo. There's been a tragic death at Kitchen Stadium. All Gourmet Academy employees are requested and required to attend the funeral at Kitchen Stadium fourteen days from today. After the funeral service, all personnel will be introduced to the late one's successor,” the voice on the other end said. As soon as Matsuo said “the late one's successor,” a chill ran down Carter's spine. “Is it...[gulp]...the Chairman?” Carter said. “ I am afraid so,” Matsuo said. “How did it happen?” Carter said, emotion creeping into his voice. “Fugu” was all Matsuo said. “[sniff]Say no more, Matsuo-san,” Carter said. “Chris and I will be there.” Carter put the handset back on the cradle and began to cry. He was still crying when Chris and Andrea walked back into the living room after a run to a nearby grocery store. “Carter, what's wrong?” Andrea said. “Yeah, Carter. You're reacting as if someone close to you had died,” Chris said. Carter stood up, walked over to a photograph on the wall, then took it down. Unable to control his feelings any longer, Carter just let go of the picture. It fell to the deck, the glass from the frame breaking into a million pieces. “You're not too far off,” Carter said before he ran into his room, the tears he shed marking his path behind him. Chris walked over to the remains of the picture frame and lifted the photo from the frame's remnants. After seeing whose picture Carter removed from the wall, he turned to Andrea and simply said, “The Chairman is dead.” Two weeks later, Carter, Andrea and Chris watched as Kenji Fukui walked into Kitchen Stadium to start Chairman Kaga's memorial service. Two groups of trumpeters stood to either side of a life-size photo of the late Chairman, with Fukui standing at a microphone in the center of the Stadium. “Everybody, please stand,” Fukui said. Everyone in the Stadium rose to their feet. “Please observe a moment of silence.” A bell rang out eight times as a walker dressed in traditional Japanese funereal attire and carrying an incense burner walked in front of the Chairman's picture. After the bell tolled for the eighth time, Carter could hear sobbing coming from behind him. However, as he did not want to seem disrespectful to Chairman Kaga's memory, he decided not to dare turning his head around to see who was weeping. “Thank you,” Fukui said. “Please re-take your seats.” Everyone in the Stadium sat back down. “When I heard that Gourmet Academy Chairman Kaga passed on near the end of last year, I could not believe my ears,” Fukui began. “He died after eating poisonous puffer fish liver. It was a fitting and honorable way to go for a real gourmet. It saddens me, however, that I will never again see him bite into his favorite yellow bell pepper. [sniff] However, we cannot dwell on this. It is our duty to maintain the Kitchen Stadium, to honor his memory. So now, everyone, please welcome with a big round of applause the man who will lead Kitchen Stadium into the 21st century- our new Chairman!” At this, the two sets of trumpeters began to play the Chairman's entrance fanfare as the late Chairman's picture was raised to the ceiling of Kitchen Stadium. The audience began to cheer as the panel portraits of Sakai, Morimoto and Iron Chef Chinese Chen Kenichi were similarly raised. Green lights and fog obscured the new Chairman's identity until he stepped out onto the stage, the panel portraits falling back into place behind him. “ God, he doesn't look much older than I am,” Carter thought. He finally recognized the new Chairman's face. He turned to Chris and Andrea. “The new Chairman's name is Masahiro Motoki, and he is the late Chairman's youngest nephew,” Carter whispered as Motoki muttered something about changing his clothes. “How do you know his name?” Andrea whispered back. “We met at the after-party for the New York Battle,” Carter whispered. He then turned back to see Motoki begin his inaugural address. “If memory serves me right, I did not want my uncle's creation, this Kitchen Stadium, to disappear. That is why I decided to accept this job. However, it is my understanding that cooking is alive and it changes. As such, I want to evolve the Kitchen Stadium in my own way. Applaud!” The Stadium broke out into wild applause, which Motoki silenced with a gesture. “And now, let me call once more on the men who my uncle patronized. Come to life for me, Iron Chefs!” The Stadium lights darkened once more as the familiar music began. A painting on the Iron Chef's side of the Royal Box audience seats rose to the ceiling, revealing Iron Chef Kobe's portrait. The four Iron Chefs ascended into Kitchen Stadium to great applause. The lights came up as Motoki applauded his men. Then, he spoke again. “I am for everything that is new. 'Old' is something I do not like! But, I also realize that there is a fine line between 'old' and 'tradition' that I dare not cross. So, come to life for me, Honorary Iron Chefs!” The lights dimmed yet again as the “Iron Chef March” began and Sakai, Morimoto and Chen's portraits were turned around to reveal three more panel portraits, one of them belonging to Carter's mentor Michiba. The three Honorary Iron Chefs-Honorary Iron Chef French Yutaka Ishinabe, Honorary Iron Chef Japanese the 2nd Komei Nakamura, and Michiba-rose into the Stadium they helped to build amongst wild applause. As Michiba waved to the crowd, Carter increased the volume of his cheering. After the three Honoraries stepped forward to join the men who took up their mantle, Motoki picked up a red bell pepper and proclaimed, “Let the 2002 Japan Cup begin!” before biting into the red pepper. After the final battle of the 2002 Japan Cup tournament, Motoki walked up to where Carter sat. “Carter-san, it is agreeable to see you again,” Motoki said as he shook Carter's hand. “Likewise, Motoki shusai-san. I wish it was under better circumstances,” Carter said. “Congratulations on your new title.” “Thank you, my friend,” Motoki said. He saw Andrea. “This must be the woman I saw sitting next to you at the New York Battle.” Andrea stepped forward. “Andrea Snyder. I am Carter's girlfriend,” she said in introduction. Motoki took Andrea's hand in his and kissed it. “It is a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman,” Motoki said. “Carter, you are lucky to have her in your life.” “Thank you, Motoki-san,” Carter said. Motoki looked around the Stadium for a moment. Motoki, Carter, Chris and Andrea were the only ones there. “Carter, your congratulations on my Chairman-ship are misplaced. Follow me.” Motoki led the three friends into a corridor hidden behind the panel portraits. The corridor led underneath the castle Kitchen Stadium resided in. Finally, the hidden corridor ended at a door. Motoki knocked in a four-beat pattern. “ Come,” a familiar voice said. Motoki opened the door, then gestured for Carter, Chris and Andrea to follow him in. The room was familiar to Carter; he had seen it many times on Iron Chef. “I have been waiting for you,” the voice called out. A chair with its back turned towards Carter, Chris and Andrea slowly turned until its occupant was revealed. Carter's jaw dropped. “KAGA-SAN?!?!” Carter exclaimed. “Yes, it is me,” Kaga said. “I hope you don't think me rude for asking this, but...why did you fake your death?” Carter asked. “In September of last year, a renegade culinary academy was formed in the United States,” Kaga began. “It had so many things involved with it that were clear violations of the style of culinary battle I had created. So, I came up with a plan to ensure that the true Kaga style of culinary combat will survive into this new century.” Carter's eyebrow went up as he put two and two together regarding the “renegade culinary academy” Kaga referred to. “You're referring to the Iron Chef USA specials UPN and Lionsgate did,” Carter said. “Exactly,” Kaga said. “While I respect William Shatner as an actor and overall human being, I must say 'him as a gourmet?! I don't think so!' It was as a result of this abomination that I decreed that America was not yet ready for its own Kitchen Stadium. So, Fukui-san, Masa-kun and I worked out the particulars of this plan.” “However,” Kaga continued as he stood up from his chair. “I am sad to say that the experiment was a total failure. No disrespect to you, Masa-kun, but I must close Kitchen Stadium once and for all. However, there will indeed come a time when America will be ready. I already have another nephew of mine in mind to act as America's Chairman. Carter, I believe you've seen him in Only the Strong.” A series of images from that movie flashed in Carter's mind. “You mean... Mark Dacascos is your nephew?!” Carter exclaimed. “Yes, he is,” Kaga said. As Carter, Chris and Andrea left the castle that day, Carter looked at his friends. “This is the end of an era,” Carter said as he saw workers taking down the K.G.A. crest flags. As the three friends got into a car and drove off, Carter began to whistle the “Iron Chef March.” Andrea and Chris joined in. Three years after the 2002 Japan Cup debacle, the time had arrived for Chairman Kaga to re-appear and declare that America would indeed receive its own Kitchen Stadium. Chairman Dacascos' original roster of Iron Chefs consisted of Italian chef Mario Batali, California cuisine chef Wolfgang Puck and the most controversial challenger in Iron Chef history, Southwestern-based chef Bobby Flay. Then, when Kitchen Stadium America moved to New York from Los Angeles, Wolfgang Puck resigned his position, to be replaced by Masaharu Morimoto. Later, a fourth Iron Chef was added in the person of Greek-inspired chef Cat Cora, the Iron Chef legacy's first female title-holder. And later still, a fifth Iron Chef was added in the person of Michael Symon, the winner of the Chairman's “Next Iron Chef” competition. As for our three friends, they eventually moved back to their mutual hometown of Yuma, Arizona. Carter opened his own restaurant, called “Enterprise.” Andrea and Chris signed on as sous chefs, with Andrea and Carter agreeing to check their romantic relationship at the door. It soon gained a loyal following because of Carter's unorthodox style, which he nicknamed “Roddenberry-style” cuisine. Whenever an interviewer asked what Carter meant by “Roddenberry-style,” Carter said that he created dishes inspired by his passion for the Star Trek franchise, but tempered by the classical Japanese, French and Italian techniques he had learned both at the C.I.A. and through his work at some of New York's top Japanese, French and Italian restaurants. At first, “Enterprise” was a basic-looking restaurant, but in September 2008, Carter finally saw his opportunity to fulfill his true vision for “Enterprise.” On September 1st, 2008, “ Star Trek: The Experience,” a well-known theme park-style attraction at the Hilton Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, closed its doors for good. Carter purchased the props, costumes and set pieces which were not owned by Star Trek franchise owners CBS and closed “Enterprise” for three months for the refit. The recommissioning ceremony was attended by loyal fans and several Star Trek cast members. Surprisingly, “Enterprise” did more business post-refit than pre-refit. Seeing the success “Enterprise” had, CBS gave its full support to it. This allowed Carter to add a museum wing featuring actual props, costumes, models and set pieces used on the TV series and in the ten then-produced motion pictures. Carter also created a theater room where visitors could view selected TV episodes and the ten movies. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Carter, Chairman Dacascos had sent many of his undercover agents to covertly examine “Enterprise.” Iron Chef Flay even appeared at “Enterprise” to challenge Carter on an episode of Flay's Throwdown series. All this covert examination activity would come to a head one fateful day in April of 2009, when Carter received a letter. ::TBC::Please read and review!
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Post by herringchoker on Oct 24, 2008 13:57:16 GMT -5
Loving it so far, Neo! I'm still amazed by how many of us Iron Chef fans are also Trekkies...
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Post by neoblisseyx on Nov 29, 2008 21:41:00 GMT -5
Sorry that I've been away, herring, but I am back with the first of FOUR chapters I shall post tonight!
Here we go...
CHAPTER ONE ----------------------------------------------------
APRIL 8TH, 2009 RESIDENCE OF CARTER WINSTON
YUMA, ARIZONA USA
THE ALARM CLOCK on Carter's bedside table sprang into life. It played a song from Carter's favorite non-Star Trek movie, High School Musical 3: Senior Year. Carter stirred in his bed, then instinctively reached out and tapped the snooze button.
After a shave and a shower, he got dressed in his chef's uniform. When he had them custom-made at a local chef's wear store, the people remarked, “What is this? Is your place a restaurant or a Star Trek convention?” With a smile, Carter responded, “It's a little bit of both.”
After putting his motorcycle jacket and helmet on, Carter got on his motorcycle and roared onto the streets of Yuma, en route to his other home.
Just off the freeway on 16th Street and Interstate 8, there is a place called the Las Palmillas Shopping Center, or simply the “Yuma Palms.” In the center of the complex, near the Harkins Theaters “Yuma Palms 14,” stood “Enterprise” restaurant.
Carter pulled into a space near the entrance and took off his helmet. The sun had not yet completely risen over Yuma, but the amber rays of the sun had already peeked over the horizon, bathing the city in their glow.
Carter walked into the main dining hall, which resembled the “Ten-Forward” lounge from Star Trek: The Next Generation. The employees who were already there smiled at Carter. “Good morning, Chef Winston,” one waitress in a teal-colored version of Carter's uniform said.
“Thank you, Lois,” Carter said. “Any messages?” “There was one, but it didn't have a return address on it,” Lois said. “I put it in your office.”
Carter nodded at Lois before stepping into his private office. After hanging his jacket on the coat rack and putting his helmet on his safe, Carter found the message Lois was referring to. All it had on the front was “Carter Winston, Restaurant 'Enterprise,' Yuma, Arizona.”
He turned the envelope over and recoiled at what he saw: a pair of knives crossed in an “x” formation. “Qu’vatlh!” Carter exclaimed in Klingon. Moments later, there was a knock on the door. “Chef Winston, is there a problem?” Lois said.
“No,” Carter said after clearing his throat. “No problems, Lois. Just hold down the fort until Andrea arrives.” “Yes, sir,” Lois responded. Carter opened the envelope and withdrew a DVD disc. After turning on his computer, Carter put the disc in the drive and called up a DVD player. Carter was shocked to see the image of Mark Dacascos bow to him.
“Chef Winston, I am the Chairman of the American Gourmet Academy,” Dacascos said in introduction. “Like my uncle, Chairman Kaga, I too scour the globe to find the top chefs to come and compete in my Kitchen Stadium. I have been hearing many things about 'Enterprise' restaurant, and I have also sent several of my agents to eat at your place. Their reviews and your performance against Iron Chef Flay on his Throwdown show have led me to decide that you would be a perfect candidate to challenge my Iron Chefs.”
Carter felt his jaw drop to the floor as the implications of Dacascos' suggestion sunk in. A phone number with a 212 area code appeared on the screen. “Call this number as soon as you see this if you wish to accept my offer,” he said before the image faded.
Carter reached over and tapped a button on his keyboard. “Attention, all personnel. Report to the Theater in fifteen minutes for an emergency briefing. Winston, out.” After re-tapping the control to close the channel, Carter sat and thought. Finally, he turned to a picture on the wall. It was the photo Andrea had captured of him and Honorary Iron Chef Michiba at the New York Battle.
“What should I do, Michiba-sensei?” Carter said. “What would you do if you were me?” After a few moments, he smiled at the ghosts of the past. “I know what I have to do,” Carter said as he left his office.
In the Theater, the entire staff gathered to see what Carter had to say. “This morning,” Carter began, “I received a mysterious message with no return address and this symbol on the back.” A blown-up image of the crossed-knives symbol appeared on the screen. “Inside the envelope was a DVD disc with this message on it,” Carter said, pushing a button on his remote.
The message from Chairman Dacascos played on the screen. “In case you didn't understand the Chairman's comments, he wants me to go to his Kitchen Stadium and face one of his Iron Chefs. So, in closing, I would like your opinions on what I should do. Should I accept or reject the Chairman's proposal?”
Andrea stood up. “Carter, may I speak?” she said. “Of course, Andrea. You're my second-in-command here,” Carter said. “I was thinking more about speaking as your girlfriend,” Andrea said. Carter looked at Andrea, a disapproving look on his face. “We agreed when you signed on here that we'd not bring our personal lives to work,” he said.
“Except when something comes up that may very well redefine the very nature of our relationship. This challenge in Kitchen Stadium definitely qualifies,” Andrea said. Chris stood up. “I have to agree with Andrea, Carter,” he said. “And I am sure everyone here agrees with us in saying 'Accept the challenge.'”
The rest of the staff started to chant “Accept the challenge” before Carter drew his thumb across his throat to silence everyone. He then pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. “American Gourmet Academy. How may I direct your call?” the voice on the other end said. “Chairman's Office, please. My name is Carter Winston. He's expecting my call,” Carter said. “Hold the line, please,” the receptionist said.
There was a soft click on the line as the call was transferred. Then, the voice of the Chairman came on the line. “Hello, Chef Winston,” he said. “What is your decision?” “Chairman, on behalf of everyone at 'Enterprise,' allow me to say...Bring it on,” Carter said.
“I'm happy that you accepted this opportunity,” the Chairman said. “See you in a month.” The line clicked dead. As Carter put the phone back in the holster at his waist, the turned back to his staff. “We're gonna need to focus these next few weeks,” he said. “If we beat the Iron Chef, we could receive enough publicity that we can open a new place, an even bigger place. Are you with me?”
The staff began to cheer. Carter walked over to Andrea. “Hope you understand what you've done, love,” Carter said. “Made you follow your dreams? jIyaj,” Andrea said before she kissed him.
::TBC::
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Post by neoblisseyx on Nov 29, 2008 21:45:59 GMT -5
Installment 2 of 4
CHAPTER TWO ----------------------------------------------------
TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE BATTLE
CARTER WAS SHOWING the cameramen filming his introductory film around “Enterprise,” starting in the Museum Room. “This is the museum. We have here actual props, models, set pieces and costumes used on the shows and in the feature films,” Carter said.
He gestured to a model in a display case marked “Destroyed USS Enterprise NCC-1701 Model from Star Trek III: The Search for Spock.” “This one is my pride and joy, the model of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701 which ILM-Industrial Light and Magic-destroyed for Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, and was also used in the Wolf 359 aftermath scene in the Next Generation episode 'The Best of Both Worlds, Part II,'” Carter explained.
The cameraman smiled at Carter. “You have quite an amazing place, Carter. Look forward to seeing you work in Kitchen Stadium,” he said. “Thanks, man,” Carter said. “Now, I have something I need to get off my chest. But, this needs to be off the record.”
“I understand,” the cameraman said before turning off his camera. “Thanks,” Carter said as he walked over to a display case marked “Worf and Dax Klingon Wedding Costumes.”
“My girlfriend, Andrea, and I have known each other for twelve years now. I feel that we have reached an impasse in our relationship as it is now,” Carter said, looking at the costumes for a moment before turning back to face the cameraman. “Which is why when—when—I beat the Iron Chef, I intend to ask Andrea to marry me.”
The cameraman looked at Carter, a confused look on his face. “You can't be serious,” he said. “Note....serious....face,” Carter said, a deadly serious expression on his face. Then, he smiled at the cameraman. “Listen, I hope you don't take offense to what I just did. I take everything about this battle seriously. Especially my plans for Andrea.”
“I understand, Carter. After all, other challengers admit the same thing,” the cameraman said. Lois walked into the Museum room. “Carter, we're ready in the Kitchen,” she said. “We'll be right there, Lois,” Carter said. Then, to the cameraman, he added, “Remember: off the record about Andrea.”
The cameraman nodded, then turned his camera back on and followed Carter and Lois out of the Museum.
After the cameraman left, Carter went back to the Museum room and looked at the Worf and Dax wedding display. “Hey, Carter,” a voice called out. Carter wheeled around and saw Andrea. “You've been spending a lot of your off-duty time here,” Andrea said. “Anything I should know about?”
“Uh, no, Andy,” Carter said. “Just looking for the best place to put some new exhibits in honor of the Abrams movie. I've been looking for the exhibits I can move to storage in order to make room. But the Worf and Dax displays will remain here.”
“Okay,” Andrea said. “See you at the practice session later.” Andrea moved in and kissed Carter.
After she left, Carter looked at the picture of Worf and Jadzia Dax in the costumes. For a moment, in Carter's mind's eye, the images of Worf and Jadzia were replaced by his and Andrea's images.
“Someday, I will marry you,” Carter said. “Someday.” He then turned and walked back into the main dining room, where his staff gathered for the first of five planned training sessions for the battle. Carter gestured for Lois to press a button on a keypad set into the wall. A curtain fell away from the wall, revealing a countdown clock pre-set to 60 minutes.
“Here's how we'll do the training sessions, folks,” Carter said. “The Chairman has given me a list of five possible secret ingredients. I have a contact with a fish market in San Diego who will fly the more obscure ingredients here once a day. Today, we will use P.S.I. #1, shark's fin. From Lois' signal, the countdown clock will count back from 60 minutes as we try to make five dishes showcasing shark's fin. Let's get to the kitchen.” Andrea and Chris followed Carter back to the kitchen.
Moments later, a voice came on the dining room intercom. “Lois, are you ready?” Carter said. “Let's do this,” Lois said. “On my mark....Allez Cuisine!” The countdown clock began to move backward.
In the kitchen, Carter looked over at the clock, which read 10 minutes remaining. “Let's work on plating, guys,” Carter said. “The last ten minutes of the battle are the most important. If we are not at this stage-the plating stage-when the ten minutes remaining call is made, then we're up s—t's creek without a paddle.”
Finally, Lois' voice came over the intercom. “Time has elapsed, guys. Bring 'em on out!” Carter looked at Andrea and Chris. “Let's wheel 'em on out,” Carter said. After the tasting, Lois and two other waiters gave Carter a combined 53 out of 60. “Not bad,” Carter said. “But, let's try raising the score at least another 3 or 4 points before we have to head to New York.”
“Let's meet here at 5:30 A.M. tomorrow morning so we can get our next training session finished before start of business. Dismissed.” Carter said. The staff dispersed.
The days quickly passed before it was exactly one week before the battle. It was time for Carter, Andrea and Chris to leave for New York. The entire staff stood and watched as Carter put a “Closed” sign in the window. Then, after the doors completely slid shut, Carter locked the doors.
“We've got all the gear you requested stowed in the cabinets and ready to go,” Andrea said. “Good,” Carter said. “Guys, this is the big one. We've trained all our careers for this moment. As of now, we are on away team duty, so let's switch into appropriate uniforms.”
Lois handed Carter, Andrea and Chris three garment bags. “The AR-558s, as you requested,” Lois said. “Thanks, Lois,” Carter said. Behind the motor home parked in the lot, the three friends dressed in a division color undershirt and black overcoat. “Everyone, I leave 'Enterprise' to you. Do things as I would do them,” Carter said. “Until we return, Qapla’!” [Success!]
The staff chorused “Qapla’!” as Carter got in the motor home and closed the door behind him. Once inside, Andrea and Chris took up computer stations in the living area, while Carter got behind the driver's wheel, putting on a wireless headset as he did so.
“Enterprise” Away Team Mission Log, May 17th, 2009. Owner/Head Chef Carter Winston recording. We have begun our journey to the American Kitchen Stadium in New York City. I have assigned Andrea to investigate the K.S.A. Iron Chefs' records, in order to best determine the Iron Chef I will challenge. As far as Chris is concerned, I have assigned him to investigate the preferences of the judges who will most likely sit in judgment of my battle.
THREE DAYS BEFORE THE BATTLE
As the motor home entered Memphis, Tennessee, Andrea was behind the wheel as Carter and Chris went to a near-by fast food restaurant. She decided it was time to enter into the record her official recommendation as to which Iron Chef Carter should face.
“Enterprise” Away Team Mission Log, May 20th, 2009. Chief Sous Chef Andrea Snyder recording. I have investigated the win-loss records of the five American Iron Chefs, and their percentages using various ingredients. It is my official recommendation that Carter challenge Iron Chef Cat Cora. End entry. There was a knock on the entry door. “Who is it?” Andrea asked. “It's us, and we bear gifts,” Carter said. “Come in,” Andrea said. The door opened, revealing Carter and Chris, holding three bags of McDonald's food. “Even high-class chefs eat fast food,” Chris said.
Just outside New York City, a whistle sounded from the computer terminal Chris sat at. “Carter, it's from the Chairman. Andrea, pull over. You'll want to hear this,” he said. Andrea pulled the motor home to the side of the road, then joined Carter and Chris in the living area as Carter transferred the laptop's display to a TV screen across the aisle from where the three friends sat.
The Chairman's image appeared on the screen. “Hello, Chef Winston. I have determined the judging panel for your battle in three days. They are Karine Bakhoum, Jeffrey Steingarten and Ted Allen. I look forward to meeting you in person. Until then,” the Chairman said before the image faded, reverting back to the desktop of Chris' computer.
“Andrea, get us to the nearest rest stop. Then get back here,” Carter said. “We have to rest now for the final stretch to New York.”
Once the motor home arrived at the rest stop, Chris and Andrea fell asleep quickly, while Carter sat under the stars and thought. The battle would be the deciding factor in the path his life would take. There was what appeared to be the sound of a shoe stepping on gravel.
Carter leapt to his feet in a karate stance. But, he recognized the dream image standing before him. “Michiba-sensei. I knew you'd show up,” Carter said. The dream image of Rokusaburo Michiba as he appeared at Carter's age smiled.
“I'm a part of your life, now and forever, Carter-san,” the imaginary Michiba said. “I will always show up when you need me. So, I understand that you'll be facing one of Mark's boys.” “That's right, Michiba-sensei,” Carter said.
I-Michiba slapped Carter in the back of the head, a gesture Carter called a “Gibbs,” after a character on the TV series N.C.I.S. who gave them out often. “Enough with the 'sensei' stuff, Carter,” I-Michiba said. “You are a well-known and respected chef in your own right. We are essentially equals now, my young friend.”
“Well, yes, Michiba-san. I am going to compete in Kitchen Stadium America,” Carter said. “You've really become a great chef if you've been invited to your country's Kitchen Stadium, Carter-san. Congratulations,” I-Michiba said.
“I don't deserve congratulations yet, Michiba-san. Now is when the real fun begins,” Carter said. “Not only do I have the reputation of 'Enterprise' to uphold, but my future with Andrea. You saw her at the New York Battle. I love her, and I want to marry her.”
“Do not worry, Carter-san,” I-Michiba said. “Just have fun when you are in there, and no matter the actual result, you will be a winner. Trust me, old friend.” “I always will,” Carter said.
From the motor home, Andrea's voice called out. “Carter, where are you?” “I'm out here, Andy! Just needed some fresh air. Be right in,” Carter said. Then, to I-Michiba, Carter smiled. “I must be a very lucky man, Michiba-san,” Carter said.
As I-Michiba began to fade back into the recesses of Carter's mind, his final words echoed in Carter's mind: “I'm sure you are, Carter-san. I'm sure you are.”
::TBC::
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Post by neoblisseyx on Nov 29, 2008 21:58:40 GMT -5
Installment 3 of 4 CHAPTER THREE ---------------------------------------------------- THE DAY BEFORE THE BATTLE MAY 21ST, 2009 NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK USA THE STREETS OF New York City were as busy as Carter had seen on television as the motor home turned onto ritzy 5th Avenue. Carter saw a jewelry store. “Chris, let me off here,” he said. “Carter, why do you want to be let off here?” Chris said. “Promised I'd get my sister a souvenir,” Carter said. As he slowed the motor home to a stop, Chris looked at Carter as he pulled his motorcycle helmet out of an overhead compartment. “Remember where Kitchen Stadium is?” Chris asked. “Yeah, I know,” Carter said. As soon as Carter put the wheels of his motorcycle on the sidewalk, the motor home moved away, bound for Kitchen Stadium. Carter secured the motorcycle to a nearby post and walked into the jewelry store. As Carter entered, he looked for an employee. “Excuse me, ma'am,” Carter said. “Where might I find the engagement rings?” “Over there, sir,” the woman said. “Thank you kindly,” Carter said. As he walked up to the counter, he could hear the employee who helped him say to a friend, “That guy is a polite one.” Carter looked at the rings for a moment as the store manager walked up to him. “They're beautiful, aren't they?” the manager said. “They are indeed. I'd like that one,” Carter said, pointing to a gold ring studded with one large diamond in the center and several small emeralds on the outside of the center diamond. “Excellent choice, sir. Will that be cash or charge?” the manager said. Carter pulled out an American Express Gold card. The manager took the card and swiped it through a card reader. “Do you have something we can measure it against?” he asked. Carter fished a ring out of his pocket, a high school class ring-ruby in the center and diamonds on the periphery. “I would like that back,” Carter said, referring to the ring. “Of course, sir,” the manager said. “This will take about an hour. If I could have your contact information?” “Uh, I'm from out of town. I'm here in New York to appear on Iron Chef America. But here's my card. My cell number is on it,” Carter said, handing the manager a business card. The manager took the business card as he handed Carter's credit card back to him. “See you in an hour,” Carter said as he left. An hour later, Carter was eating a hot dog he got from a street-corner vendor when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” “ Mr. Winston, your ring is ready,” the voice of the jewelry store manager said on Carter's phone. “On my way,” Carter responded. He got on his motorcycle and headed back to the jewelry store. Once Carter walked up to the engagement rings counter, the manager smiled. “Ah, Mr. Winston. Here's the ring we measured your ring against,” he said, handing Andrea's class ring back to him. “Thanks for keeping it intact, sir,” Carter said. “My girlfriend would have freaked if she found out that her precious class ring was destroyed. “ The manager turned to a collection of ring cases. “Now, what kind of a case would you want to hold your engagement ring in for the big moment?” he said. Carter pointed to a blue and white case resembling the village dress worn by Belle in the Disney movie Beauty and the Beast. “Andrea and I first became boyfriend and girlfriend when we did Beauty and the Beast in high school. So I want that one,” Carter said. The manager put the ring in the case, then handed it to Carter, who put it in his pocket. A beeping came from Carter's waist. He pulled out his cell phone and opened it. “Yeah, Andy?” Carter said. “ Carter, there's been a development regarding the battle tomorrow. You had better hustle your butt to Kitchen Stadium!” Andrea said. “Right,” Carter said. “On my way.” As Carter closed his phone and left the jewelry store, the manager said, “Good luck!” Carter only flashed the “live long and prosper” hand salute as the doors slid shut behind him. The sun had begun to sink below the horizon as Carter's motorcycle pulled up to the castle that Kitchen Stadium rested in. Carter turned to the approaching valet. “Make sure that motorcycle is hitched up to the trailer attached to a motor home with Arizona license plates NCC1701,” he said “Yes, sir,” the valet said as Carter entered the castle. In the reception area, Carter walked up to the receptionist's desk. “Hello. I'm Carter Winston from Restaurant 'Enterprise.' I'd like to know where my party is,” Carter said. The receptionist checked her computer. “Ah yes, Mr. Winston. Your party is on Level 6, Section 32-Beta. I'll have someone show you there,” the receptionist said before tapping a key on her keyboard. A red-garbed page approached the desk. “Please show Chef Winston to his party's guest quarters,” the receptionist said. The page nodded, then gestured for Carter to follow him into a nearby elevator. It deposited Carter and the page on the sixth level. The page led Carter to a door marked “Winston Party Guest Quarters.” “Here you are, Mr. Winston,” the page said. “Good luck tomorrow.” “Thanks, man,” Carter said before knocking on the door. “ Who is it?” Andrea asked. “It's Carter,” he said. “ Come in, boss,” Chris responded. The door slid open, revealing Chris and Andrea. “I got your call, Andy. What's so important?” Carter asked. “Karine Bakhoum is unable to be on the panel tomorrow due to a prior commitment,” Andrea said. “The Chairman has called in an emergency replacement. And you're not gonna believe who it is.” Andrea handed Carter a pair of tweezers, between the pincers of which resided a microSD card. Carter put the card in a slot on his phone and called up its contents. His jaw dropped when he heard the voice of the person whom, Carter assumed, was the replacement judge for his battle. Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Yeah You are the music in me You know the words “Once upon a time” Make you listen There's a reason Then, as if to confirm Carter's suspicions as to the identity of the Chairman's replacement judge, the image of the singer appeared on the phone's display: Carter pointed to the image. “Is this legit?” he asked. “Why don't you watch this and get the official word straight from the horse's mouth?” Chris said, pushing a button on a remote control. The Chairman's image appeared on a TV screen. “ Hello, Chef Winston, and welcome to New York,” the Chairman said. “ As you were out taking in the sights when I made the formal announcement, here's the Cliff's Notes version: Karine Bakhoum has been forced to withdraw from the judging panel for your battle tomorrow. I have called in a name on my 'Emergency Judge Replacements' list. Her name is Olesya Rulin, and she played Kelsi Nielsen in the three films of the High School Musical series. I cannot offer any information on her preferences, as this will be her first time as a judge in Kitchen Stadium. However, I will permit you and the Iron Chef you choose ten minutes each to speak to Ms. Rulin before the battle tomorrow. After you see this message, please contact me with the name of the Iron Chef you have chosen so we can make the appropriate arrangements for your conversations with her. Besides the addition of Ms. Rulin, however, all other details related to the battle will remain the same. See you in the Kitchen Stadium tomorrow, and once more, good luck.” The TV screen darkened. Carter looked at Andrea and Chris. “Give me a moment, please,” he said. Andrea and Chris walked into the sleeping area as Carter pulled out his cell phone. Calling up the text messenger, Carter accessed the Chairman's line and typed: “Wish to face Mario Batali. Please set up confab with Ms. Olesya.” A few moments later, the Chairman responded with: “ Interesting choice, Chef Winston. All right. Your conference with Ms. Rulin is set for 10:30 AM tomorrow morning. A half-hour has been allocated for yours and IC Batali's interviews instead of the 10 minutes previously permitted.” After closing his phone, Carter called for Andrea and Chris. “Where were you anyway, Carter?” Andrea said. “I was sightseeing,” Carter said. “Oh, I forgot to give this to you earlier.” Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out Andrea's class ring. “Oh, my God, Carter! Where did you find this?” Andrea exclaimed as Carter handed her the ring. “I found it in the cushions in the motor home before I had to get my sister's souvenir,” Carter responded. “As I said, I just remembered that I found it.” Andrea grasped Carter in a bear hug. “Oh, Carter, what would I do without you?” she squealed. Carter shook his head. “I wouldn't know,” Carter coughed. That night, after Carter finished his meditation in the living area, he quietly crept into the sleeping area, where Andrea and Chris slept in a bunk bed. Carter knelt in front of a regular Queen-size bed. “Oh, wise Creator in his many and varied forms, please hear my prayer. Please guide me and my fellows into battle tomorrow and keep us safe from harm. Also, please give me the strength to win so I can live my dream in proposing marriage to the woman I love. In the Creator's name, amen.” Carter felt tears begin to fall as he got into his bed and fell asleep. ::TBC::Author's Note: The lyrics referred to above are excerpted from the song "You Are The Music In Me" from High School Musical 2 , which was written by Jamie Houston, performed by Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens featuring Olesya Rulin and published by Walt Disney Music Company (ASCAP). No infringement to copyrights is intended or should be inferred.
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Post by neoblisseyx on Nov 29, 2008 22:04:06 GMT -5
Installment 4 of 4
CHAPTER FOUR ----------------------------------------------------
THE DAY OF THE BATTLE MAY 22ND, 2009
Carter jolted awake as a loud screeching noise and thumping techno beat assaulted his eardrums. He looked over at Andrea and Chris. They were rolling on the floor and laughing.
“What the hell is so funny?” Carter exclaimed. “The look on your face,” Andrea said, her face red with laughter. “Yeah, that look was priceless!” Chris said, his face red too. Carter proceeded to throw his pillows at Andrea and Chris, yet he too started laughing.
“Actually, your battle will begin in two hours, and you also have your appointment with Olesya Rulin in half an hour. You have to get ready,” Andrea said, trying to calm down. Carter got out of bed, grabbed a fresh AR-558 uniform and headed into the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Carter stepped out of the bathroom, freshly dressed and ready. Finally, a knock sounded on the door. “Who is it?” Carter said. “Your escort, Chef Winston,” a voice said. “I'm to escort you to Ms. Rulin's guest quarters.” “On my way,” Carter said. He turned to Andrea and Chris. “See you two in a bit,” he said before opening the door and leaving the room.
The page brought Carter to a door marked “Olesya Rulin, Judge's Guest Quarters.” The page knocked on the door. “Who is it?” a voice called out. “Challenger Chef Carter Winston to see you, Ms. Rulin,” the page said. “You may come in,” Rulin said. The door opened and Carter walked in.
“Ms. Rulin, I'm Carter Winston,” Carter said, his hand extended. Rulin shook it. “A pleasure, Carter. And please, call me Olesya,” she said. “Of course, Olesya,” Carter said. “To tell you the truth, I am a little nervous about this battle.”
“I'm a little nervous myself,” Olesya said. “The Chairman let me view some past battles, and mostly, I was shocked at some of the stuff that's been made. So, tell me a little about yourself.”
“Well, this'll be my first time in the American Kitchen Stadium, but I am a former employee of the original Kitchen Stadium in Japan. Let me see if my pass code still works. Kitchen Stadium America data access, Kaga Gourmet Academy employee ident authorization code 2345-CWA,” Carter said.
A few clicks and beeps sounded, followed by the computer voice. “Pass code accepted, Mr. Winston. What is your wish?” “Access employee data file for Kaga Gourmet Academy employee Carter Winston,” Carter said.
“Computer, belay that order, American Gourmet Academy employee ident authorization code 8472-ORZ,” Olesya said. “I asked you to tell me about yourself. So do it.” “Okay, I am trained in Japanese and French cuisine, although I also know a little Italian. The official classification I give to my style back home is 'Roddenberry-style,'” Carter said.
“'Roddenberry-style?' Explain that for me,” Olesya said. “Well, on the official 'Enterprise' restaurant website, I define Roddenberry-style as being 'dishes inspired by Star Trek but tempered by classical techniques,” Carter said.
Olesya wrote a few notes on her PDA. “Now, your restaurant, 'Enterprise,' features some rather interesting artifacts. What is the importance of these?” she asked. “Well, after the Star Trek:The Experience attraction at the Las Vegas Hilton closed last September, CBS-Star Trek's owners-had all those original props, costumes, models, set pieces and the like lying around. So, I built a museum wing so our customers can look at them like they used to be able to do at the Hilton. Would you like to see some of them?” Carter asked. Olesya nodded.
“Computer, access A.G.A. raw footage file Enterprise-2211,” Carter said. On the nearby television monitor, raw footage of the museum room tour played. “An incredible collection, Carter,” Olesya said. “Indeed it is, Olesya,” Carter said.
With the interview over, Carter was escorted back to his quarters. There, Andrea and Chris waited. “So, what's she like?” Chris said. “Hard to read, I'd say,” Carter said. “So, what's the plan?” Andrea said. “We proceed as planned, depending on whichever theme the Chairman reveals,” Carter said. “We are about to step into the most formidable kitchen in the world today. Let's show those Iron Chefs that we are not to be intimidated!”
An hour later, Carter, Andrea and Chris stood in an elevator which was en route to the battle hall. “Are you nervous, Carter?” Andrea said. “You're d**n right I'm nervous, Andy,” Carter said. “But, I'm ready to go. Just wish Grandma was here to see this.”
Chris put a hand on Carter's shoulder. “Yeah, but look at it this way, Carter,” he said. “She has the best seat in the house.” Carter felt a tear fell from his eye and hit the elevator car's floor. “Carter, you okay?” Andrea asked.
Carter sniffed back more tears and smiled. “Yeah, Andrea. Let's do it to it,” he said.
On an earpiece he wore, Carter could hear the voice of A.G.A. head commentator Alton Brown introduce him. “In mere moments, one Iron Chef will be pitted against our challenger, who thirsts to discover our secret ingredient and enter the heat of battle here in Kitchen Stadium,” Brown began. “Today, our challenger is one of the fastest rising chefs in America. He owns and runs 'Enterprise,' a restaurant in his hometown of Yuma, Arizona, which specializes in 'Roddenberry-style' cuisine, which he describes as 'dishes inspired by Star Trek but created using classical techniques.' 'Enterprise' has been acclaimed by the James Beard Foundation as one of the top restaurants in the Southwest. The Chairman welcomes Chef Carter Winston.”
Carter took a deep breath, then walked into Kitchen Stadium. The Chairman stood at center stage. As Carter reached the center of the stadium, the Chairman bowed. Carter returned the bow. “Chef Winston, welcome,” the Chairman said, extending his hand. Carter shook it.
“Your style is a most unorthodox one for our time. Do you feel that you can defeat an Iron Chef with it?” the Chairman continued. “Mr. Chairman, I would not have come here otherwise,” Carter responded.
“Excellent. So, which Iron Chef will you challenge?” the Chairman said. Carter had already made his decision in setting up the meeting with Olesya Rulin. But, for the cameras, Carter made a show of “thinking” about who he would choose.
“Of the three classical styles I learned as a student at the Culinary Institute of America, Italian style is the one I know the least about,” Carter said. “To further my knowledge, I choose Iron Chef Mario Batali as my opponent.” Spotlights shone on Batali's ascension platform.
“Excellent choice. And now...LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!” the Chairman declared, gesturing for Carter and Batali to follow him to the ingredient altar. Before the Chairman spoke next, Carter extended his hand to Batali.
“May the best chef win,” Carter said. “Agreed,” Mario said in shaking Carter's hand. Finally, it was time for Carter and Mario to learn what they would be working with. “But there is one more ingredient to this battle: our secret ingredient, the theme on which our chefs will offer their succulent variations. Today's theme is...”
The Chairman raised his hands to the ceiling in such a way that it appeared that he was lifting the cover off of the altar, revealing jars and jars of.... “...PEANUT BUTTER!” the Chairman declared. Carter looked over the jars for a moment, then gestured in sign language to Andrea and Chris. “'As soon as the Chairman calls Allez Cuisine, grab as much peanut butter as you can,'” Andrea translated.
“And so, America, with an open heart and an empty stomach, I say unto you in the words of my uncle...” the Chairman began. The Stadium fell silent as both Carter and Mario waited to spring into action as soon as the Chairman said those words.
“Allez Cuisine!” the Chairman said. The battle was underway. Carter grabbed about five jars of peanut butter, while Andrea and Carter grabbed five each as well. “We'll get more as needed,” Carter said. “Let's go to work!”
::TBC::
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Post by neoblisseyx on Nov 29, 2008 22:19:03 GMT -5
Aw, just for the heck of it...
CHAPTER FIVE ---------------------------------------------------- Thirty minutes have elapsed....
ANDREA HEARD THE timekeeper's call as she started preparing a pasta dough. An attendant walked up to her counter-top. “What ya making, Andrea?” the attendant asked. “Spaghetti noodles. Carter calls this recipe 'gagh a la Iron Chef,'” Andrea said.
“What is gagh?” the attendant asked. Andrea smiled, baring her teeth as if she were a Klingon warrior woman. “A Klingon delicacy,” Andrea said as she turned back to stirring the peanut butter into the dough. “Gagh translates to 'serpent worms.' But, since our tasters today probably don't like live bait served to them, we are making a more palatable variety. The dough is a traditional Italian recipe, but with the addition of peanut butter.”
“Unusual idea,” the attendant said. “But, sounds good. If I am ever in Yuma, I should check out your place.” “You do that,” Andrea said. “Now, go tell Kevin what's up.” The attendant jotted down some notes on his clipboard, then ran it to floor reporter Kevin Brauch, who relayed the information to Alton Brown.
“Alton, some interesting pasta being made over here by Andrea, one of the sous chefs over on the challenger's side,” Brauch began. “She referred to the pasta dough being a traditional Italian recipe, but with peanut butter added. She told one of my assistants that Chef Winston nicknamed this recipe 'gagh a la Iron Chef,' a reference to a popular Klingon delicacy.”
“Well, Chef Winston's restaurant does serve Star Trek-inspired food, even if said inspiration doesn't come from the Federation,” Alton said. As he listened to the report, Carter took a quick drink of iced tea.
Then, he noticed a butane lighter near the stove-top that he was preparing a key sauce on. He lowered the flame for a minute so he could safely move the lighter out of the flame's way, then turned to Chris. “G-- ---n it, Chris, I thought I told you to keep an eye on that darn thing!” Carter yelled. “Didn't you see what happened when one of those things blew up?”
“Sorry, Carter,” Chris said. Carter took a deep breath, then patted his old friend on the shoulder. “No, Chris. I'm sorry for snapping at you. This battle is really fraying my nerves,” he said. “No prob, Carter. As you said, let's do it to it!” Chris responded.
With about three minutes remaining in the battle, Carter turned to Andrea and Chris. “I know it won't count, because it won't have peanut butter in it, but let's give the judges some Romulan ale, 'Enterprise'-style,” Carter said. “Andrea, get me the white sake. Chris, get me the blue food coloring.”
Andrea brought Carter a bottle of white sake, a non-alcoholic version of the traditional Japanese beverage. Then, Chris brought Carter a bottle of blue food coloring. Carter poured the white sake into ten glasses, allowing one glass each for him and his assistants, Mario and his assistants, the judges and the Chairman. Then, Carter put three quick drops of the food coloring in the sake, mixing it until the white sake turned electric blue.
Carter then walked over to Mario's side with three glasses of the “Romulan ale” on a cutting board. “Mario, at the end of the battle, how's about a toast?” Carter said. “What's that?” Mario said, gesturing to the “Romulan ale.” “Something I call 'Romulan ale,'” Carter said. “White sake with blue food coloring. It's non-alcoholic, serve the original version of it at 'Enterprise' all the time.”
“'Original version?'” Mario asked. “Well, I make the regular version I serve back home with regular sake,” Carter said. “But, since Olesya Rulin is under-age and cannot legally drink the real thing for a few years yet, I made this version with white sake.”
“Thanks, Carter. When the battle's over, bring your guys over here, and we'll have a nice toast,” Mario said. Carter smiled at Mario, then walked back to his side, where Andrea was putting the finishing touches on the “Klingon-style spaghetti,” as Alton Brown called it earlier in the battle.
When the end-of-battle horn sounded, Carter's team and Mario's team shared their Romulan ale toast, celebrating the end of a highly-energetic battle.
Carter was first to present his dishes. “Chef Winston, what was your strategy in dealing with today's secret ingredient?” the Chairman asked. “Well, Chairman, sir, my plan of attack was to create a full-course meal of five dishes that speaks for the quality of dishes we have back home at 'Enterprise,'” Carter said.
“Before we begin the meal, I have prepared an aperitif I call 'Romulan ale,' which is made of just white sake and blue food coloring. I normally make it out of regular sake, but out of respect for our under-age judge, Ms. Rulin, over here--”Carter gestured to Olesya. “--who would not be able to drink the real version for a couple of years yet, I prepared it today using white sake, which contains very little if no alcohol content. Now, for our toast,” Carter said, raising a freshly prepared glass as the panel raised their own glasses.
“I paraphrase this evening's toast from the Star Trek: Voyager episode 'Endgame,' which was given by Ensign Harry Kim to the senior officers of the USS Voyager on the eve of their return to the Alpha Quadrant: 'When I think about everything we've been through together, maybe it's not the destination that matters—maybe it's the journey.' My team and I have traveled far from home to test ourselves in honorable combat, and have learned much about ourselves in the process. A month ago, I almost rejected the Chairman's honorable proposal. But now, I am glad that I have been able to do something we three believe in,” Carter said.
Olesya smiled as she said, “To the journey.” As the Chairman and the panel raised their glasses, Carter smiled as he realized how much his journey had changed him.
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CARTER CAREFULLY WATCHED the reactions of the three judges to both his and Mario's dishes. As he sat in his guest quarters while the panel deliberated their decision, Andrea walked up to him.
“Nervous, Carter?” Andrea asked. “Yeah, a little,” Carter said. “I mean, the result of this battle will have a huge impact on the rest of our lives, Andy.” “I don't understand how,” Andrea said.
Carter stood up and walked over to the window, which afforded Carter a magnificent view of the New York City skyline. “Well, understand this,” Carter said. “If we win the battle, we'll receive enough publicity and business to expand our place back home and even open other 'Enterprise' places. Like the night President Obama was elected, we are once again at the edge of history-the undiscovered country from which there is no turning back.”
Andrea walked up behind Carter. She sung:
So, Carter boy, don't be scared Though yesterday no one cared They're getting your place prepared Where you want to be
Keep your dream alive Dreaming is still how the strong survive Once upon a time in New York City
“'Once Upon a Time in New York City,' eh, Andy?” Carter said. “Rewritten just for you, Carter boy,” Andrea said. “'They're getting your place prepared/Where you want to be,'” Carter repeated. “Well, where I want to be, wherever I go in the future, is right here with you.”
Carter turned to face Andrea, then leaned in to kiss her. When the kiss broke, Carter smiled at Andrea. “Let's head back to the battle hall.”
The Chairman stood between Carter's team and Mario's team. “Today. two champions met in Battle Peanut Butter here in Kitchen Stadium: Iron Chef Batali...”
The Chairman bowed to Mario, who returned the bow. “...and Chef Winston,” the Chairman finished. Carter bowed. “The judges have spoken. And the winner is...”
The stadium fell silent as the Chairman prepared to deliver the verdict.
::TBC::
Author's Note: Yeah, I know-according to the Wikipedia file on Olesya Rulin (see 11/29/08 Installment 3 of 4 for link), she's over the legal drinking age (or will be by the time this story takes place), but I didn't know that at the time...
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Post by herringchoker on Dec 6, 2008 16:37:08 GMT -5
Still loving it, Neo! Gotta love how you left it on a cliffhanger Only "editorial" note I have is that in chapter 3, the replacement judge is referred to as Ms. Rulin by the Chairman and Ms. Olesya by Carter in the next paragraph (emphasis mine): ..Besides the addition of Ms. Rulin, however, all other details related to the battle will remain the same. See you in the Kitchen Stadium tomorrow, and once more, good luck.”
The TV screen darkened. Carter looked at Andrea and Chris. “Give me a moment, please,” he said. Andrea and Chris walked into the sleeping area as Carter pulled out his cell phone. Calling up the text messenger, Carter accessed the Chairman's line and typed: “Wish to face Mario Batali. Please set up confab with Ms. Olesya.”While it's common here in Tennessee to refer to a woman as "Miss [first name]" as a term of respect, I've lived in Arizona and never heard it used there. If it was simply a typo, no problem, but if you did it on purpose it might bear a little explanation.
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Post by neoblisseyx on Dec 7, 2008 16:40:58 GMT -5
Still loving it, Neo! Gotta love how you left it on a cliffhanger Only "editorial" note I have is that in chapter 3, the replacement judge is referred to as Ms. Rulin by the Chairman and Ms. Olesya by Carter in the next paragraph (emphasis mine): ..Besides the addition of Ms. Rulin, however, all other details related to the battle will remain the same. See you in the Kitchen Stadium tomorrow, and once more, good luck.”
The TV screen darkened. Carter looked at Andrea and Chris. “Give me a moment, please,” he said. Andrea and Chris walked into the sleeping area as Carter pulled out his cell phone. Calling up the text messenger, Carter accessed the Chairman's line and typed: “Wish to face Mario Batali. Please set up confab with Ms. Olesya.”While it's common here in Tennessee to refer to a woman as "Miss [first name]" as a term of respect, I've lived in Arizona and never heard it used there. If it was simply a typo, no problem, but if you did it on purpose it might bear a little explanation. Well, herring, the Chairman was being formal in describing Olesya as "Ms. Rulin." I made a mistake in having Carter say "Ms. Olesya," however.
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Post by herringchoker on Dec 7, 2008 18:58:18 GMT -5
I'd say that was only a minor slip-up, neo. Your brain was probably ahead of your hands (thinking ahead a few paragraphs to where she asks Carter to call her by her first name); that happens to me quite frequently. ;D
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Post by neoblisseyx on Dec 8, 2008 13:35:07 GMT -5
More catching up...
Dec. 8, 2008 Installment 1 of 2
Book 2: “Paying Off” (Book 2 will be the "Carter wins" scenario from the original script. Book 3 will be the "Mario wins" scenario.)
CHAPTER SIX ------------------------------------------------------- The stadium fell silent as the Chairman prepared to deliver the verdict. He turned to Carter and said, “Chef Winston,” before bowing to him. Mario's team stepped over and shook Carter, Andrea and Chris's hands.
An hour later, Carter was presented with the official score breakdown from the battle:
SCORE BREAKDOWN FOR CHALLENGER CHEF CARTER WINSTON
TED ALLEN Taste-8 Presentation-3 Originality-5 Total-16
JEFFREY STEINGARTEN Taste-8 Presentation-4 Originality-4 Total-16
OLESYA RULIN Taste-10 Presentation-5 Originality-4 Total-19 Total combined score of all judges-51
SCORE BREAKDOWN FOR IRON CHEF MARIO BATALI
TED ALLEN Taste-8 Presentation-4 Originality-3 Total-15
JEFFREY STEINGARTEN Taste-7 Presentation-4 Originality-3 Total-14
OLESYA RULIN Taste-9 Presentation-5 Originality-4 Total-18 Total combined score of all judges-47
FINAL SCORE (AS SHOWN ON ON-SCREEN SCOREBOARD):
CARTER WINSTON Taste-26 Presentation-12 Originality-13 Total Score-51
MARIO BATALI Taste-24 Presentation-13 Originality-10 Total Score-47
Carter and Andrea kissed as the Chairman walked up to them. “Congratulations on an amazing victory, Carter,” the Chairman said. “Now, I understand there is one last thing you need to do before you leave. Is that right?”
“Thanks for reminding me, Mr. Chairman,” Carter said when his kiss with Andrea broke. “I'm off the clock. Please call me Mark,” the Chairman responded. “Okay, Mark. I would like it if you'd be a witness,” Carter said.
“'Witness?' For what?” Andrea asked, a confused look on her face. “For this,” Carter said. Carter withdrew the blue-and-white case he got from the jewelry store. He then began to fall to one knee. Both Andrea and Carter began to cry as Carter spoke the words he had always wanted to say.
“Andrea, I have loved you from the moment we met. We have finally lived our dream, so now is an appropriate time to decide what to do with our lives. I have an idea, an idea that'll probably take the next 75 years to complete. Andrea Gabriella Snyder, will you marry me?”
Andrea looked at Carter. He had an expression on his face that indicated his seriousness in proposing. Activity in the stadium fell silent as people who were getting the stadium ready for the next battle stopped to see the magical moment unfolding around them.
Carter felt it lucky that the battle hall was silent because, otherwise, he could not have heard the words that came next. Andrea whispered a barely-audible “Yes, I will.” Carter began to put the ring on Andrea's finger.
The Chairman began to clap, followed by Alton, Kevin, Olesya, Ted, Jeffrey, Mario and the other Iron Chefs.
Later that day, Carter, Andrea-engagement ring on her finger-and Chris stood in civilian clothes as they prepared to return to Yuma. “Chef Winston, may you and your fiancé have many happy years together,” the Chairman said. “We will, Chairman,” Andrea said. “And don't worry, Carter,” the Chairman said. “Once you start getting the guest list together, if you wish to invite anyone related to your battle, just call my number and we'll take it from there.”
“Thanks, Mr. Chairman,” Carter said. “See you when we see you.” As the motor home drove off, Carter looked at the castle receding. He then turned back to Andrea. “So, what do you want to do on the way home?” Andrea said. “I could think of any number of things,” Carter said.
Carter reached over and picked up two Wii controllers. “But I'd settle for a game of Super Smash Bros. Brawl,” Carter finished. “Oh, you're so on,” Andrea said. “I call Solid Snake.” “Aw, d--n you! You know I like Solid Snake, you little s—t!” Carter said in a joking manner.
A few days later, as the motor home entered Yuma's city limits, Carter pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. “'Enterprise' restaurant, Acting Head Chef Lois Winters speaking,” Lois said. “Hello, Lois. We're back, and we return victorious, in more ways than one. Will fill you in when we arrive. Gather all personnel in the Theater,” Carter said. “Winston, out.”
After Carter closed his phone, he looked at his beloved fiancé and smiled. “Never has the sunset over this city been more beautiful,” Andrea said. “Amen to that, Andy,” Carter said.
::TBC::
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Post by neoblisseyx on Dec 8, 2008 13:50:21 GMT -5
Dec. 8, 2008 Installment 2 of 2 CHAPTER SEVEN ------------------------------------------------------- Two months later...
Carter sat in a clearing in the park where his wedding to Andrea would take place. A voice from behind him startled Carter out of his reverie. “Looks like you're doing all right for yourself, Carter-san.” Carter opened his eyes and turned his head to see the wizened face of his beloved mentor. “Michiba-sen...” Then, remembering the “Gibbs” I-Michiba gave him, Carter corrected to “Michiba-san, it is agreeable to see you again,” Carter said. “Michiba-sensei will do fine, Carter-kun,” Michiba said. “And it seems like you're doing all right for yourself since we last met at the 2002 Japan Cup.” “That is an understatement, Michiba-sensei,” Carter said. “I've got one of the most popular restaurants in America, and today I am getting married to the most beautiful girl in the world.” “Andrea-san, neh?” Michiba asked. “Andrea-san, indeed,” Carter said. “Carter, I would speak with you,” a voice said. Carter and Michiba turned around and saw the Chairman. “Michiba-san, I'll see you at the altar,” Carter said before hugging his mentor. As Michiba left for the audience seats before the altar, Carter looked at the Chairman. “So, what's going on?” Carter asked. “Well, it seems there's going to be a vacancy on my Iron Chef team for next season,” the Chairman said. “Morimoto-san is retiring and he has personally chosen his successor.” “Who is it?” Carter said. “I'm looking at him,” the Chairman said. Then, into his cell phone, the Chairman called, “Bring it on over.” Alton Brown brought a garment bag over to where the Chairman and Carter stood. “I had Marc Ecko design a uniform for you based on the design concept for the new uniforms we introduced in the Thanksgiving Special last year,” the Chairman said. “Try it on for size.” Carter took the garment bag from Alton and took it into a nearby public bathroom. A few moments later, Carter came out, wearing his Iron Chef uniform. “Fits you well,” the Chairman said. Carter put the jacket of his “Enterprise” dress uniform on over the the jacket of the Iron Chef uniform. “I would be stupid to turn down this opportunity,” Carter said. “I accept with honor.” A piece of music began. Carter looked at the Chairman and Alton. “That's my cue, boys,” Carter said before walking off. As the processional of the groomsmen and bridesmaids continued, the Chairman waited in the clearing. Finally, the person he was waiting for arrived. “Uncle Takeshi, glad you could make it,” the Chairman said. “Mark, how have you been?” Chairman Kaga said as he walked up to hug the Chairman. “Fine. Thank you for asking,” the Chairman said before the hug broke. “You know, Mark, you have done one heck of a job with your Kitchen Stadium,” Chairman Kaga said. “Hell, you even tamed Bobby Flay.” The two Chairmen laughed at this. “Yeah, I did, Uncle,” the Chairman said, “Does he know yet?” Kaga said. “Yeah, he does,” the Chairman said. “He accepted.” An “Enterprise” waiter wearing the dress uniform walked up to the clearing. “Chairmen, the ceremony is beginning,” the waiter said. “Please follow me to your seats.” After the waiter led the Chairmen to their seats, he pulled out a cell phone and smiled. “Hello?” Andrea said on the other end. The waiter spoke just one word in Klingon. It was the code word for the beginning of the bride's final walk. “ Tagh.” [You may begin.] Andrea responded in kind. “jIyaj.” As the waiter closed the cell phone, “Here Comes the Bride” began. At the far end of the aisle, Andrea appeared, arm in arm with her father. “You look beautiful,” Mr. Snyder said. “I'm gonna miss having you in my life.” As soon as Andrea and her father reached the altar, Mr. Snyder folded back Andrea's veil and looked at his daughter as his own one last time. Then, Mr. Snyder turned to Carter, his hand extended. “Carter, please take care of my daughter. She's all I have left,” Mr. Snyder said. “Don't worry, Mr. Snyder. I always will,” Carter said in shaking his soon-to-be-father-in-law's hand. After the handshake broke, Mr. Snyder moved over to sit next to the Chairmen. Carter put his hand in Andrea's as the pair stepped up to the altar. “Dearly Beloved,” the pastor began, “we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the presence of these witnesses, to join Carter James Winston and Andrea Gabriella Snyder in holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate, instituted of God in the time of man's innocence, signifying to us the mystical union which is between Christ and His Church. Which holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with His presence at the first miracle which He wrought in Cana of Galilee; and is commended of the Apostle Paul to be honorable among all men, and is therefore not to be entered into lightly or inadvisedly, but reverently, discreetly, and in the fear of God.” “Into which holy estate Carter and Andrea come now to be joined and to unite two hearts and lives, blending all interest, sympathies, and hopes. I charge and entreat you, therefore, in entering upon and sustaining this hallowed union, to seek the favor and blessing of Him whose favor is life, whose blessing make rich and add no sorrow. Let us now seek His blessing.” After blessing them in a prayer, the pastor asked, “Who is giving this woman away?” Mr. Snyder stood back up and walked over to stand behind Andrea. “I am, sir,” Mr. Snyder said. The pastor nodded, then resumed: “I charge you both as you stand in the presence of God, to remember that true love and loyalty alone will avail as the foundation of a happy home. If the solemn vows you are about to make be kept inviolate, and if you steadfastly endeavor to do the will of your heavenly Father, your lives will be full of joy, and the home you are about to establish will abide in peace.” “No other human ties are more tender, no other vows are more sacred than those you are about to assume. You are entering into the holy estate which is the deepest mystery of experience, and which is the very sacrament of divine love.” Mr. Snyder sat back down. “The couple has written their own vows, which they shall now read,” the pastor finished. Carter looked at the gathered audience for a moment, then turned back to face Andrea. “Everyone present here today knows of how much you have meant to my life so far, Andrea,” Carter began. “The men who stand at my side--” Carter gestured to Chris, Iron Chefs Batali, Flay, Morimoto and Michael Symon. “--and the women who stand at your side--” Carter gestured to Iron Chef Cora, Lois, Olesya Rulin and two “Enterprise” waitresses. “--all know how much of an impact you have had on my life.” Carter took off the jacket of his “Enterprise” dress uniform to reveal his new Iron Chef uniform.”I made a promise to defend Kitchen Stadium,” Carter said. “But before I formalize that oath, I formalize the only oath that truly matters in my life. I promise to be with you, Andy, for as long as I shall live. Andrea, you are the one person I cannot imagine living my life without. I love you,” Carter finished. “I love you,” Andrea countered. Chris handed Carter a ring, which he put on Andrea's finger. Andrea looked at Carter as she began to recite her vows. “Carter, I had a little trouble summing up my feelings for you. But then, an old friend of ours reminded me of something.” Andrea turned her head towards the “old friend” she spoke of and nodded. Michiba returned the nod. Andrea then turned back to Carter. “Michiba-sama said to me, 'Love is like cooking. You must combine the finest ingredients, taking care to mind the temperature. Let it grow too cold or too warm and you risk ruining all that you've worked hard to accomplish. If everything is just right, then a magical thing is created that can bring great joy and happiness. And if that temperature remains just right long after cooking, then you truly have what it takes.'” Carter nodded in agreement at his mentor's words. “Carter, I believe that Michiba-sama is absolutely right. We have that just right temperature in our lives. And I believe we can keep it just right for the rest of our lives,” Andrea finished. Lois handed Andrea a ring, which Andrea put on Carter's finger. The pastor smiled at the two lovers. “Carter James Winston and Andrea Gabriella Snyder, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Carter leaned in and kissed Andrea as husband to wife for the first time. “Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time, may I introduce Iron Chef and Mrs. Carter and Andrea Winston,” the pastor said. The audience stood and applauded the successful completion of the wedding ceremony. In the reception hall, the D.J. came on his public address system. “ Let's all welcome Iron Chef and Mrs. Carter and Andrea Winston onto the dance floor,” the D.J. said. Three of the Iron Chefs of Japan-Chen Kenichi, Masahiko Kobe and Hiroyuki Sakai-and three of the Iron Chefs of America-Honorary Iron Chef Wolfgang Puck, Bobby Flay and Michael Symon-formed an arch under which Carter and Andrea walked on their way onto the dance floor. Michiba stood in the center of the dance floor, holding a silk-wrapped package. “Your first wedding present, from all Iron Chefs past and present,” Michiba said as Nakamura and Morimoto pushed a cart onto the dance floor. Carter set the package on the cart and removed the silk wrapping, revealing a wooden box. On the lid was a message in Japanese with signatures-some written in English, some in Japanese-on the periphery of the message. Andrea translated the message. “'May the temperature of your love remain just right forever. Signed, your fellow Iron Chefs of Japan and America,'” Andrea translated. Carter lifted the lid of the case, revealing a briefcase with the “Enterprise” logo. He opened it to reveal a collection of cooking knives. Picking up a knife with a blue sheath, Carter took the knife out of the sheath and saw a laser engraving: “Michiba Rokusaburo, Honorary Iron Chef Japanese the 1st.” Nakamura pulled out a knife with a purple sheath as Carter put the blue knife back. “Each of our names are on these blades. So, when you use them, you will always remember us,” Nakamura said. Carter put the purple knife back in the case, then shut it and made his way over to hug Nakamura. “Nakamura-san, I do not need those knives to help me remember what you and your... no... our...fellow Iron Chefs mean to my life. I will always remember,” Carter said. “Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a first dance to perform.” The Iron Chefs began to clear the dance floor as the song Carter and Andrea chose began to play. Carter officially becomes an Iron Chef next time...
::TBC::Author's Note: Carter and Andrea's first dance can be to any appropriate song you can think of. However, and this is just me, I chose "If We Were A Movie" by Miley Cyrus (in character as Hannah Montana) from the first Hannah Montana soundtrack album[/url].
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Post by neoblisseyx on Jun 25, 2010 20:43:53 GMT -5
Sorry for not posting an update for so long, but here we go-a quick one to get you going as I prepare the "Mario wins" scenario...
CHAPTER EIGHT -------------------------------------------------------
“Today is a day of new beginnings here in Kitchen Stadium,” Alton Brown's voice said on Carter's earpiece. “After eleven years as an Iron Chef on both sides of the Pacific, Masaharu Morimoto has stepped down as an Iron Chef. Today, we meet his hand-picked successor. A few months ago, he came into Kitchen Stadium as a challenger and beat Iron Chef Mario Batali in Battle Peanut Butter. Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and show honor and respect to Iron Chef Carter Winston.”
Carter walked into Kitchen Stadium and met the Chairman at center stage. “Iron Chef Winston, welcome back to Kitchen Stadium,” he said. “Thank you, Mr. Chairman,” Carter said. “Now, it is time to formalize your oath of allegiance to this Academy,” the Chairman said as Alton brought a yellow bell pepper to center stage. “Please place your right hand on the bell pepper, raise your left hand and repeat after me,” the Chairman said. Carter did so.
“I, Carter James Winston...”
“I, Carter James Winston...”
“...do hereby solemnly swear...”
“...do hereby solemnly swear...”
“...that I will defend this Kitchen Stadium...”
“...that I will defend this Kitchen Stadium...”
“...against all challengers, both foreign and domestic...”
“...against all challengers, both foreign and domestic...” “...to use my skills and abilities for the betterment of all mankind...”
“...to use my skills and abilities for the betterment of all mankind...”
“...and to uphold the finest tradition of this arena.”
“...and to uphold the finest tradition of this arena.”
“Very good,” the Chairman said. “Iron Chef Carter Winston, take your place.” The audience applauded as Carter stepped onto his ascension platform. The Chairman turned to face the entry corridor as a shape appeared in the entryway.
Carter intently listened to Alton's description of the challenger's credentials. He had already been told that he would be chosen to face this arrival. Finally, the Chairman turned to the platforms to make the match official.
“Normally, you would be allowed to choose the Iron Chef you will battle,” the Chairman began. “However, today is a special occasion. And for this occasion, I must ask that you take on my newest Iron Chef, Carter Winston. Is this permitted?”
“It would be an honor to face the new Iron Chef in his debut match,” Challenger May Edwards said. “In fact, I would have chosen him anyway.” “Very good,” the Chairman said. “And so...LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!”
Carter stepped back off of his ascension platform and stood to the right of the ingredient altar— Andrea and Chris in their “Enterprise” uniforms suitably decorated with patches denoting their new status as Iron Chef's chief sous chefs standing right behind him.
“But there is one more ingredient to this battle: our secret ingredient, the theme on which our chefs will offer their succulent variations. Today's theme is...”
The Chairman raised his hands to the ceiling in such a way that it appeared that he was lifting the cover off of the altar, revealing racks and racks of...
“...LAMB!!!” the Chairman declared. “And so now, America, with an open heart and an empty stomach, I say unto you in the words of my uncle...” the Chairman began. The Stadium fell silent as both Carter and May waited to spring into action as soon as the Chairman said those words.
“Allez Cuisine!” the Chairman said. The battle was underway. “You heard the man, people. Let's go to work!” Carter said, moving to wrestle with a huge rack of lamb.
After the tasting, The Chairman stood between Carter's team and Mario's team. “Today. two champions met in Battle Lamb here in Kitchen Stadium: Iron Chef Winston...”
The Chairman bowed to Carter, who returned the bow. “...and Chef Edwards,” the Chairman finished. May bowed. “The judges have spoken. And the winner is...”
The stadium fell silent as the Chairman prepared to deliver the verdict. “...Iron Chef Winston,” the Chairman finished, bowing to Carter once more.
Carter, Andrea and Chris smiled, then moved to share handshakes and hugs with May and her sous chefs.
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