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Chapter 1: Act I- It Begins

The great master that rules over our playground with a watchful eye has granted us permission to reveal our impressions on a recent event that has taken place in this very facility. But among first priorities, it is in our best interests to introduce our being and kind to those who may seem unsure or confused by our presence. True, it all seems bizarre at first and the first reaction amongst you may be to flee in terror among hearing that such creatures from the Underworld do exist, but if you listen carefully and understand the full story: There is hope that we coexist in a peaceful manner.

We first ask by chance if you have ever been to a place known as Hell’s Kitchen?

Ah yes. The classy and unpredictable pride of California for the better part of twelve years. The only one of it’s kind where you never truly know what it is you receive, and one whose end result can always wind up in disaster. Every year or so, a new group comes in to prove themselves to the great master; hundreds have tried and either cracked in the seams or fought valiantly and yet still fell on the last hurdle.

And then there are the handful few that have walked away victorious, their lives forever changed for the better; all because they had one characteristics about them inside their soul that differed from all the rest, the one thing that no other being in that group obtained. It could have been determination, or maybe courage, or maybe it was just meant to be. As if it was their destiny let’s say.

But even so, if one thing was for certain; there ne’er was to be a dull moment. Now you may ask yourself, how does one, two, wait now three sentient beings cloaked in a mysterious air and with a permanent aura of mystique clouded around them know so much about the ongoings of what is supposed to be a high quality establishment that doubled itself with it’s games and challenges, it’s twists and turns, it’s friendships and rivals.

Well dear friend, a secret long kept by the great master has been revealed; for it is us who guard the land when he resigns into his off-season slumber. We watch over every pot and pan, every table, every dorm and room there is to see inside this extravagant playground of wonder, excitement and yet important still: Mystique.

Once he returns with his newest batch of desperate victims, poking at the chance to work alongside their idol; we expel ourselves to the background, observing all things from inside the great master’s office. We have seen everything that is to be seen inside these doors. Challenges, punishments, arguments, rivalries, eliminations, whatever it is you tell us, chances are we have seen it before any other.

For you see, we are the spirits of Hell’s Kitchen. And our great master? None on than the world famous Michelin star chef, Gordon Ramsay. Twelve years now he has ruled this land with an iron fist, and in return people have seen his attempts to turn complete unknowns and amateurs and then later legitimate chefs of varying experience into master chefs in their own right, all for the cause of being head chef at a swanky, five star restaurant that if won becomes their personal breeding ground for many aspiring men and women to take inspiration from.

And with each new batch of contestants there comes new games to play, new stories to tell, more souls that will either be humiliated or beloved by the viewing public. And with each passing year, the stories only get more chaotic, more gruesome, more...hellish let’s say; but we assure the reader that the pleasure and struggle is all the more worth it should they reach the nirvana.

And that my friends, brings us to the reason why we bring you this story. Not long ago, in this very kitchen; a season not before seen had concluded. The Great Master Ramsay had invited sixteen black jacketed warriors back inside the hallowed doors for one more round, with the promise of the sole survivor taking the reins for the first ever restaurant based on our home all the way in the sultry casino filled deserts of Las Vegas. When it was over, there were two brothers in arms that passed the test of time to reach this very point: Milly and Nick we believe their names were.

In the end, it was Nick who had prevailed and taken the job of head chef in a very close race. But no matter the outcome, both men had forever cemented themselves as Hell’s Kitchen legends, stories that would forever be told to the generations following ours. When the season was over and the last of the champagne drunk, Ramsay sent us to his office to discuss everything that had occurred.

There was the usual praise and respect to every contestant that came through those doors, but near the end; when Ramsay had prepared for his imminent leave of absence, he turned to us and his usual charm; he told us to be on the lookout as next year, he had plans to unleash a ‘dream season’.

The dream season. That was on the minds of the three of us all throughout hibernation. What could this have meant? There was a chance that this would end up being another all star season or a regular season with regular contestants simply coated in glowing hyperbole (The great master always did enjoy puffing his words up to mean something much better or worse than what it really was), but the way he mentioned this ‘dream season’ seemed...different. Almost as if he had planned this for years upon end. And once we thought about it, oh how our minds fell through the rabbit hole.

Was the great master planning to bring all of the runners up back for one more round? Was this to be simply the final season? Would the former right hand man of Ramsay, Scott be planning a comeback? Maybe Andi? Or maybe, just maybe, the great master had planned to bring every former champion home to prove once and for all who the ultimate champion really was. We waited for an update, we waited to hear what the news would be, we waited as long and hard as we could. And yet still, nothing. Nothing that is, but the air that confounded us. The air of silence.

And then the big day came. Great Master Ramsay had at long last returned and just in the nick of time, for there were three spirits with many questions waiting to be answered. But Ramsay to our surprise refused, nary even a glance at them. He simply shuffled up to his office with but a peep. With curiosity getting the best of us, we listened in as he talked to himself.

Many phrases were spilt on that day, like the aforementioned ‘dream season’ and ‘returning veterans’ which seemed to cement our thoughts of a second all star season, but new ones such as ‘old legends’ and ‘forgotten contestants’ also entered the fray, he even came up with two ‘second place men’. Whatever that meant. And yet, more ideas came into our minds; all of which came to a head when the following words came from the great master himself.

“It’s a bit of a risk, only happened once before. But you know, I’m always up for a challenge. Even if it means bringing some of the most insufferable chefs back for another round. At least there will be an equal number of chefs the viewing public love to round things out.”

So it was settled. For the first time in the history of Hell’s Kitchen, there was to be a duel between ten of the most beloved and the most despised. The pure versus the wicked. The humble versus the arrogant. The lovable versus the insufferable. Heroes versus villains.

Only once had this ever been attempted, with Jeff Probst and his immortal Survivor. But the very idea that a season of this caliber and potential following up a season featuring only the best filled us all up with joyous and optimistic thoughts on the future that waited us. When the door opened and he walked out, our emotions burst in front of his own two eyes as we celebrated and praised this new idea.

“Oh, Great Master Ramsay!” We cried, “Your glorious plans to revive the holy and satanic bring us great joy and pleasure! We wholeheartedly endorse this concept and will forever be honored by your grace, dear master.” Ramsay always found this greeting a little odd. There was no one really around to talk to besides us spirits, and being it still off season; there was little reason to call him anything other than Gordon. But in our defense, this was what he asked for when Hell’s Kitchen was first created.

Finally, in his familiar British tone he spoke. “Well, uh; that was...very sudden. But that was what I came to ask if you for, and judging from your responses it sounds like a resounding yes.” He lured us inside, where he asked us for advice as to how to go about this season. What obstacles would he throw? What rewards would be handed out? Who would we bring back? And more importantly, how would we?.

Chapter 1: Act II- The Class of Hell

The news spread like wildfire o’er the days that followed. The very thought that Chef Ramsay was to bring twenty former contestants back was an exciting prospect and had the tabloids hopping mad with ecstasy. Still, there were many things that confused even them. For the first time in a long time, the cast was not to be revealed and any trailers that followed never mentioned them (though there were hints as to whom some of the contestants could be). People all across America, even the world were wondering what Ramsay had planned for this season of Hell’s Kitchen.

The plan was simple: In order to bring our twenty men and women back, we would invite them to a ‘reunion’ of sorts to celebrate and reminisce of the past seasons inside Hell’s Kitchen. None would be the wiser as they arrived. And then one day, the day arrived: The season that would permanently change the fabric of Hell’s Kitchen would finally begin. Jamie Petrie (some called him Jocky), the right hand man of Ramsay would be back and so would former winner Christina Wilson. But what of the contestants? Who would be here? Who would accept the call? Tonight, the answer would be revealed.

The first of twenty limousines rolled in near the entrance to the room they would be staying in until all the guests had arrived, inside; a man with slightly aged hair and a refined smirk on his wait gave his seal of approval.

Anton his name was, one of the best members on his team early in his season and an early candidate for the heralded black jackets; he would later start to struggle the longer he stayed, it got to a point where he had to be sent to the red team where he seemed to get better. But then an incident occurred with an oven, a wellington and a stark raving mad Chef Andi and things spiraled from there.

“See that?” Anton asked, pointing to the entrance. “That’s destiny right there.” Did we mention that he had a bit of an ego? Well, he did.

(Confessional: My first line of the season!)

Anton: I knew that one day, me and Chef Ramsay would meet each other again. I didn’t care where or when, I just knew. (Hesitating slightly) Granted, I also said that I’d have a restaurant next to one of his; but I’m working on that!

(END CONF)

The usher greeted him and opened the door, “Feeling like a king.” He mumbled to himself, liking the high quality of his return. As he walked inside the room, he was then welcomed by Marino and asked to patiently wait for the others to arrive. He headed off to take a seat in one of the comfy chairs or couches, but before he could; he noticed the twenty glasses of champagne, one for each contestant.

“Now this is living the good life.” He smirked to himself as he took his drink.

Back outside, entry number two was destined to show up. The attitude from this contestant was somewhat different, though he too wore a smile on his face; it was more of a jovial expression, expressing the will to meet the fellow men and women who fought the same battles he did. Sterling was his name, and he was loved by many a person; but don’t let his smile be the judge of his performance. He could go in the kitchen and tackle any station you asked him to be in, it took him some time to realize it; but the man had a gift. That gift? Being a natural born chef, or as he calls it ‘Being 100’.

(Confessional: If he’s a hundred, then I’m father time)

Sterling: (Excited) One hundred perfect is coming home! I’ve been missing this place, that’s where my man Gordon works at.

“Hey! Ramsay man!” Sterling called out after exiting his limo, hoping to get a response. “I’m home!” He hollered. But there was no echo, no recognition, nothing. “Ah well,” Sterling smiled as he shrugged it off. “He’s probably inside, getting everything ready.”

Sterling: I just can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees me again, he’ll be like; Sterling man, how’ve you been? And you know what i’ll tell him? I’ll tell him, I’ve been a hundred percent!

(END CONF)

Sterling merrily skipped his way inside, wondering what would be in store for him. Sure enough, he was like a child in a toy store as he saw Marino’s face. “Marino! How you been brother?” He said, giving him a friendly embrace. He took a look at his surroundings and then saw Anton, only driving his smile even further. “Seems like i’m not alone.” Anton smirked as Sterling made his way to where the Italian trained chef was. “Hiya, my name’s Sterling!” The lovable personality greeted himself, extending his hand. “Name’s Anton.” Anton smiled, accepting the warm gesture.

Little did they know, they would soon be joined by two more as the door opened yet again to reveal a fellow Season 12 combatant, the always smiling, adorkable Rochelle who surprised many by showing true ability and skill for both teams, not just in challenge and service, but sometimes confidence. “Oh my gosh!” She squeaked out, and she ran to Anton to splatter him with an embrace as warm as the sun, “How have you been? It’s been so long, I didn’t even plan this!”

(Confessional: Still lovably awkward even after all these years!)

Rochelle: I’m just so happy to be back after all this time away, and seeing one of my old friends from my season again? It really just made my day.

(END CONF)

Rochelle chattered on and on about how much she missed him and how she didn’t know how to plan for this. Finally stopping when Sterling came up to her and introduced themselves. And then, a highlight from her season; she started to laugh her infectious giggle. “I’m sorry!” She said, trying to restrain herself. “I always get like that when I’m nervous!” But that was no problem to Sterling, who continued to smile away. “And it’s a very nice one at that!” Rochelle blushed and thanked her male counterpart for the compliment.

Not long after her arrival did returnees number four arrive; Detroit made Hassan, a fan favorite despite his early departure and for a time a candidate to go all the way during Season 15. That was until, well: he crashed and burned immensely one night and was not given a second chance. Regardless, he wasn’t going to let something that happened years ago dampen his spirits one bit and he greeted Marino with a welcoming handshake and went to meet the others. “Hello there!”

“Step inside my friend, the party’s only beginning!” Anton smiled and Hassan got his glass of champagne and introduced himself to the other three. “Welcome to room of love, how may we serve you?” Sterling joked, the others laughed and all was well with the world.

Back outside, the fifth limo was making it’s way carrying a rather tall but jovial figure. Nebraska’s four star general Bobby, unlike the other four: He did not start out on the right note, ending up being an inch away from elimination his first service; but he got better and proved to be one of the best on his season. He was older now, but yet even now he retained the same childlike spirit he had before.

The usher opened the door and Bobby proceeded to step out and head into the wilderness that was Hell’s Kitchen…

And then he proceeded to hit himself on the head on the limo top.

Not a large bash mind you, but enough to knock him down to his seat; the usher checked on him, concerned for his being. But he just smiled and lowered his head to ensure he would make it through this barrier. “Limos take a lot of skill to get off of!” He quipped. The usher chuckled at that joke and guided him to his room.

(Confessional: Where are they now?: Hell’s Kitchen edition)

Bobby: After Hell’s Kitchen, I went back to Nebraska; sharpened up my skills a little and did some catering jobs for a while. Currently, I am working as a culinary instructor and helping to teach the future chefs of the world all the basics. So in a way, being a four star general isn’t just a title anymore, it’s legitimate!

(END CONF)

You know how the drill goes by now, a soft and polite introduction followed by instant bonding. “So, what season are you from?” asked Anton. “Oh, I was a long time back, ten years ago.” Bobby answered, Bobby was not only one of the oldest contestants inside right now, he was also in one of the earliest seasons of this show. This served only to impress the chefs even further, but as we mentioned: That was how the drill went.

Up till now, things had remained relatively civil overall.

And they still did, do not get us spirits wrong; no living creature would want to mess up a glorious day like this. However, these next two contestants would wind bringing...a new edge on things, let’s say.

“How we doing tonight my brothers?!” A new voice hollered out, much to the bemusement of the others. Number six in the mix (hey, we rhymed!) brought in one of the most recent of contestants; the high energy, short tempered Johnny, sporting a new haircut (shaving off his infamous barbarian styled long hair) and a smile a mile wide. He sauntered in with a special charm to him, seemingly ready to take the world by storm. “Now I like this guy.” Anton declared, “This guy’s got the attitude for the kitchen.” Johnny and Anton high five each other, not long it was when first entered did he already have a supporter.

(Confessional: Glad to have you back)

Johnny: (excited) Wooo! I’m back in Hell’s Kitchen, maybe not as a contestant; BUT WHO CARES?! Chef Ramsay, thank you SO much for giving me a phone call!

(END CONF)

The others may have found his introduction bizarre, but as far they were concerned; he didn’t seem that bad. (In Anton’s case, he seemed like a great person) Probably not a head chef guy per-say, but definitely someone you could see yourself having a beer with. The person who followed him though, not so much.

The door opened once more, but this time the room felt a tinge of dismay on their shoulders when they realized who was next to join them on their remembrance of days yore. Jackie was her name, trash-talk was her game. One of the most outspoken contestants this game had ever seen, she was also one of the rudest, cockiest and most disrespectful chefs to be a part of Hell’s Kitchen history.

But tonight, she was in a good mood as shown by the swagger of her walk. “Alright, I see that my people already made it!” Outside from a friendly wave of the hand by Sterling, there was only silence and even a few dark glares directed to her. They knew her history very well and the very thought that she was here brought a disturbing chill to the air. “She’s no Miss Congeniality, i’ll tell you that much.” Hassan quietly deadpanned to Johnny, who could only snicker at the prospect; lest Jackie hear and both souls wind up being verbally assassinated from her.

Confessional: (A history lesson from someone who was there to see it)

Hassan: Jackie was extremely toxic, not just to her team, but to everyone.

It was true. Whenever drama was stirred or an argument commenced, chances were that Jackie was the cause of it. It didn’t exactly help that Jackie was far from the best chef on her team, making many crucial mistakes during her time inside hell. From admitting her will to send out raw chicken to never taking responsibility for mistakes; daring rival and teammate Kristen to ‘put her hands on her’ and even the dreaded bleep list that infuriated the daylights out of Christina.

The most insulting thing she did though was not inside the kitchen, but inside the dorms; she openly admitted to lying about how long she had been cooking. You see, every auditionee who wishes to be on the show must have at least two years of experience in whatever profession in the culinary world they work in. Jackie was only a chef for three months. This disgusted her team and made her trash-talk and egotism all the more angering, as it proved to be nothing more than the rantings of a overconfident rookie who had no real experience on the line and was in all retrospect, completely out of her depth.

But Hassan prefered to keep it short and sweet to save time.

Hassan: She was just not a team player and working with her proved to be a chore. And it says something when I can considered Frank (a rather sexist and hot headed military chef who feuded a lot with fellow blue team member Manda) a better team player than her.

(END CONF)

“So where’s the posse?” Johnny asked, skeptical of Jackie’s introduction. “Posse?” Jackie turned her head towards where Johnny sat and with drink in hand sat down next to him. “What posse?”

“Well, you just said that your people are here, so that would mean that you have a group of people worshipping your every move.” Johnny explained. “Oh no, I’m not famous.” Jackie cackled. “I’m just a New Jersey born woman ready to kick ass and take names.” Johnny rolled his eyes and hid a small grin to the best of his abilities.

From one bitch to another, Sara would then arrive in the scene. The textbook definition of a ‘bitch in sheep’s clothing’, Sara could be really nice to her fellow teammates and chefs, but when she couldn’t be found; she was happy to manipulate and belittle her competition. For the most part though, she was able to back the talk with the walk and made it up to the final four. Even so, there was a reason not too many people noticed. “Now I don’t know who this one is…” Sterling murmured as everyone else went about their business.

There was one person who had a vivid idea on who she was though, take a wild guess as to who it was. “Oh, I heard about you!” If you had guessed Jackie, ding ding, congratulations. You just won $64,000 for guessing the obvious answer to the question. “Yeah, didn’t you go to prison for beating your guy up? A weatherman nonetheless?” Sara sighed and grumbled to herself while she went to get her drink. Jackie just shook her head. “This is why I’m a lesbian…”

Eight down, here came lucky limo nine; and as noble and loyal spirits, we highly suggested not changing the channel to check if Whoopi Goldberg had actually arrived inside Hell’s Kitchen or if there had been a celebrity edition at one point and no one even noticed (Ironically, the U.K originally made it a competition against celebrity teams). This was Tenielle, one of the red team's very best during her season; but didn’t start out like that. In fact, she was regarded as a rather weak performer up until the day she stood up to Chef Ramsay, from that day on; Tenielle became a powerhouse during service and in challenges and last all the way until the final four. She was so popular, that she even returned to take on Season 9’s black jackets alongside four other competitors.

(Confessional: Whoopi’s seal of approval)

Tenielle: Hell’s Kitchen man...I don’t know where I’d be without it. Being there really just opened the doors for me and showed me that I had a bright future in this business. Then I came back and took on five new chefs; Now? I’m working with restaurants that consistently serve high quality food. That’s what Hell’s Kitchen did for me, and I can’t thank it enough.

Oh stop flattering us now…

(END CONF)

“Hello hello!” Tenielle called out and the other chefs responded with welcome and gratitude. “Oh geez, Rocky Balboa’s spirit really does live on!” Anton proclaimed, mentioning Tenielle’s underdog spirit. That got a few good laughs.

(Confessional: Give her some sugar)

Anton: Tenielle is one of these chefs you can’t just help but root for. Not trained for fine dining, she fought through seventeen other pricks and made a name for herself in doing so. That I can respect.

Bobby could agree with that.

Bobby: I loved Tenielle when I first saw her, she had that fighting spirit you just don’t see in a lot of other chefs and that quality is important in the kitchen.

And so could Rochelle.

Rochelle: Tenielle came a long way from where she started, she never gave up and she always tried her best no matter what odds she faced. Plus, she’s also pretty funny.

(END CONF)

“Next time you see a chef who looks awfully like a certain celeb and can bang it out day in, day out,” Tenielle started as everyone listened in anticipation. “Tell ‘em to come to Hell’s Kitchen, Ramsay will love you!”

And like it was in cue or something, everyone started to laugh. We cannot lie, even us spirits got a nice chuckle from it.

There would soon be ten, for not long after Tenielle’s big debut did a handsome Italian-American enter the room. No, not Salvatore; but rather the more successful sequel to him, Vinny. The other chefs greeted him with adoration like they had for most others, but Vinny did not respond with much of anything, his face focused with intent. He went to get his champagne drink as Sterling quietly commented on his approach. “I guess he’s not in a pizza perfect mood.”

(Confessional: An imaginary season)

Vinny: This is my second attempt on Hell’s Kitchen, I’m really excited for the opportunity to show Ramsay how far i’ve come as a chef and take the competition down one by one.

Vinny was one of the strongest members on his team during his season, consistently putting on solid performances for them during challenges and services and making sure his hair was gelled up and ready to go. Unfortunately, he would start losing steam late in the season and go out just before black jackets; he hoped that this second chance would be what he needed to show him that-

And then he got the memo.

Vinny: What’s that? (Pause) We...aren’t competing? (Pause, he then looks at the camera; slightly embarrassed) Well, that’s my plan down the drain…

(END CONF)

A few minutes had passed, lord knows when the other ten former contestants would be. Some hoped they knew them well, others hoped to meet someone few, but as for others? Well…Bobby had an idea,

“Alright, I got a question for some of you; who do you NOT want to be here tonight?” He asked to Johnny, Jackie, Tenielle and Vinnie.

“Matt.” Johnny answered the very second after Bobby finished that question. “Biggest piece of shit i’ve ever worked with.” Johnny knew him well. He was disrespectful, arrogant, showed very little respect to the judges who came here during head to head challenges and sometimes Ramsay and even threatened to walk out because he felt his team wasn’t getting the same level of respect as the ladies were.

“Oh, i’ve heard of him. Seems like a crock of shit.” Jackie smirked. Everyone nodded in approval. It was then Tenielle’s turn. “I mean, I don’t want to seem like i’m holding a grudge or anything, but I personally would not want to see Suzanne again.”

“Wasn’t she the bossy type?” Johnny asked, Tenielle looked at him as if he was fresh out of high school and already looking for a job. “That’s the nice way to put it.”

(Confessional: Old wounds might lead to new beginnings)

Tenielle: Suzanne had that smug attitude towards her, thought she knew everything there was to know about cooking, tried throwing people under the bus while being in denial over her own screw ups. No matter what happened, me and Suzanne just couldn’t get along.

It wasn’t that Suzanne was a BAD chef, quite the contrary; she was relatively capable inside and once she got into a certain groove, very few could stop her. (There was a reason she made black jackets after all.) Despite this, her leadership and her attitude were...less than desirable to say the least. That said, there was some sort of hope from Tenielle that maybe years away had cast a spell on her and improved her personally and professionally.

Tenielle: If she DOES come back, I just hope she learned something about humility.

(END CONF)

“Well, I don’t know about any of you; but if Kristen comes back, i’ll be rubbing my girl Ariel’s victory over her.” Jackie gloated, she was a part of Ariel’s team and was one of the big reasons her door opened. Out of everyone who despised Jackie, Kristen hated her the most. “But let’s be real, she’s probably working in some high frou, swanky ass restaurant somewhere in Las Vegas or something like that.”

“You think those three are bad?” Vinny shuddered. “Trust me, nothing can compare to the horror that was Russell.” Everyone winced. They knew the terrible deeds Russell had done during his time in Hell’s Kitchen. Despite being perhaps the best performer, his attitude was among the most toxic any contestant had ever obtained; being willing to suck up to the BOTW when he had a bad night and intimidate other contestants into getting what he wanted. Above all else, there were times when he threatened to get physical with other competitors and even today held the unfortunate distinction of being the only runner-up in Hell’s Kitchen history not to take their loss with stride.

(Confessional: We feel ya Vinny!)

Vinny: Russell was a grade A douchebag from the day he first walked into Hell’s Kitchen. And I have no doubt in my mind he’s still a ass- no sorry; Russhole. (smirks) See what I did there?

(END CONF)

The door opened, everyone waited in suspense to see who it was that would enter and join them. Would it be Kristen? Would it be Matt? Would it be Suzanne? Would it of all people, Russell? Thankfully for them, it was none of their former foes or enemies. But instead…

It was Sabrina, looking her absolute fanciest and wearing a big grin that reached all the way to her cheeks. “Hi guys!” She ran up to the other contestants and joined some of them near the champagne table. “Hey look, it’s one of my friends.” Vinny muttered to himself. Although he was glad that it wasn’t Russell, he wasn’t exactly happy to see Sabrina either.

(Confessional: The lesser of two horrible people)

Vinny: Sabrina was...Sabrina was something else.

Yes, Sabrina was something else. Though she had many good moments, even being named BOTW at one point in her time; she was on the chopping block almost every other night during her time in Hell’s Kitchen for above all other reasons: Being perhaps the most spoiled, selfish little brat the show had seen up to this point. You could forgive her for being 22 and simply not knowing much better back in the day, but other chefs around her age also compete on this show; and nine times out of ten they were never like her.

Vinny: Let’s just hope we’re on her good side and not her bad side.

(END CONF)

“Alright! Now we’ve got ourselves a party!” Sterling chirped as he welcomed Sabrina to the reunion of ten, now eleven. “Damn straight!” She smiled as they clinked their champagne glasses for a toast.

(Confessional: Another success story from the pits of hell)

Sabrina: I’ll be the first to admit, I was a bitch during my time. But when you’re young as me, you tend to be immature. Even now, i’m still a little quirky; I can still be more ghetto than the peeps in the hood if you mess with me, but Hell’s Kitchen taught me so much about working on a line and how to control my attitude; and i’m glad went through it.

(END CONF)

The next three chefs would wind up in a very unfortunate state, a state that many would consider worse than being just hated. Not being known who you are at all. Jen, despite being a black jacket and one of the first true personalities to ever step foot in Hell’s Kitchen was seen in this light. “How we all doing?” Jen asked, Johnny answered this by replying cooly with “We’d be fine if we knew who you were.”

Needless to say, Jen wasn’t happy with that statement.

(Confessional: Welcome back… you ungrateful bitch)

Jen: Man, that Johnny guy doesn’t seem to understand, I am a world class chef and a legend inside the kitchen. I even hung out with celebrities, I was that good. So for him to say that he didn’t know who I was, I can assume he was being a butt-head. But he’ll learn.

(END CONF)

And then there was Lacey of all people. “I don’t know this one either…” Johnny lamented to himself. “That’s the one who cried a lot.” Sara responded. Sara wasn’t far off from the truth, Lacey had among one of the worst attitudes ever witnessed inside Hell’s Kitchen and would break down and declare her withdrawal with the tiniest of incidents, not even a switch from the red team to the blue could improve her attitude and after self destructing on the meat station one service, she was thrown out of the playground completely.

Unlucky thirteen brought in a real old-school entrant, the mother of six turned professional chef Elsie. Unfortunately for her, she too was in the crossfire of being mostly unknown. “Ok, now they're just trolling us…” Elsie just smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m no troll!” But Johnny was not convinced and decided to see what she was really about for himself. “Then what season were you on?”

“Oh, I was on the very first one.” Elsie replied, gaining some attention from the others. “Hot damn girl!” Sara exclaimed. “So that makes you a part of Hell’s Kitchen history!” Elsie shrugged humbly and went to get her champagne drink. “I guess in a way I am.”

Yes, Elsie was a part of Hell’s Kitchen history; being a part of the first black jacket group in history and being the first BOTW the show had ever seen. She among all else was also the first underdog story the playground of Hell had ever seen as she had no professional experience before competing. This did not stop her from going the distance and ending in fourth place.

(CONF: That first expirence)

Elsie: Hell’s Kitchen was my first experience working in a restaurant, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful for it; it was because of Gordon Ramsay that I started investing in cooking full-time and it has changed the life of me and my family for the better; and I will never forget a single moment of it.”

Then for a little while, no more limos came up and thus, no new chefs. It was at that moment Johnny noticed something. “Y’know there’s not much 16 in this place.” It wasn’t meant to be a complaint or him venting, but he had to admit; he was getting kind of lonely being the sole recipient for that season.

“You think that’s bad, some seasons don’t even have a participant.” Anton said. “I take it Jon isn’t coming then?” Johnny asked. “I’m just waiting to see if someone from seven is coming. Maybe that Benjamin goofball who kept speaking French” Vinny entered his thoughts in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure chefs can’t come back a third time.” Jackie said. It was sad, but true.

The doorknob turned, at last! A new competitor had arrived, everyone waited to see who it was. The door slowly opened, the suspense was killing everyone and everything and then…

We went to a commercial break.

Too bad we can’t actually show you what commercials were playing, but I guess that would be kind of boring. Shame really, us spirits do love a good car commercial every once in awhile. (What we spirits do not understand is why car manufactures love increasing the number of their cars every time the Earth gets a new ‘year’)

Ok, commercials are over.

As we were saying: The doorknob turned, at last! A new competitor had arrived, everyone waited to see who it was. The door slowly opened, the suspense was killing everyone and everything and then…

The person revealed itself. It was Bryant. And wouldn’t you know it? Sterling went insane with happiness and started shouting some of the most joyful nonsense you’d ever hear as he ran up to him. “Come here my brother!” He yelled and the two had a nice embrace. “I take it you know him.” Anton smirked, “Damn straight I do, that’s one from my season, Mr. Hothead Bryant!” Sterling proudly introduced him to the others. “Just be careful with him now, he’s a runner-up!”

Bryant was indeed a runner-up and a force to be reckoned with, boasting phenomenal skills and usually being the best player for his team outside from a few certain moments. Keyword being a few. His temper also matched up with his skill and he would occasionally get into arguments with people on his team. He would learn how to control that anger into passion and it drove him all the way to the final: Sadly, one of the worst performances in finale history by Frank (a completely different Frank than season 15’s) cost him dearly. Regardless, he was welcomed with open arms from everyone inside.

(Confessional: It still hurts!)

Bryant: (Humble) Not a day goes by where I think about how I couldn’t win Hell’s Kitchen, it still hurts me to this day really; but at the same time, it’s driven me to be a better chef than I ever was before and for that, I am grateful.

(END CONF)

“How’s about a toast to the man who nearly won it all?” Sterling called raising what was left of his drink up in the air. Everyone agreed with the notion and drank in honor of the man with the volcanic temper and the skills to back it up.

Back outside, the fifteenth limo emerged. Or was it the fourteenth? At this point, us spirits lost count. Whatever numbered limo it was had a somewhat different mood from the others, a feeling of sheer nervousness. Suzanne took a few several deep breaths as she saw the big H and K next to the fork (Devil’s fork we call it) to calm her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

(Confessional: La confliction de la emoción!)

Suzanne: I’m not really sure how I should feel about coming back...On the one hand, it’s cool that Chef Ramsay sees me as an important part of Hell’s Kitchen history or something like that; but on the other hand: I do not have a good reputation there. At all...

Well, at least she wasn’t an Elise or a Gina, those people are real stinkers.

Suzanne: But you know, the past is in the past, we’re older now; and you know, I just came here to have a good time. That’s all.

(END CONF)

“Alright…” She said quietly to herself as she got out of her seat and was escorted by the usher. “Round two.” This was it. It was go time. And she entered in where the others were and forced out a small grin onto her. “Hey guys.” She hoped someone would at least notice. “Welcome to the U.S.S Hell” Johnny quipped, “Grab yourself a glass and settle down with us as we wait for more former contestants we don’t know but might soon!” Suzanne grinned, it looked as if everything would be just fine…

And then her grin evaporated when she noticed her fellow season six-er and biggest nemesis during her time on the red team; Tenielle. “Oh shit…” She mouthed in silence as she cocked her head silently in her drink.

(Confessional: Two rivals going at it like old times)

Suzanne: (Nervous glance) The absolute last person I was hoping to see...and she’s here. (Places her hands over her head and looks directly in the camera) Fuck.

She stared at her once long time foe who gave a slight glare back. The other chefs simply watched in concern as they realized what was going on. “Oh boy,” Jackie chuckled. “Are we about to have ourselves a catfight?”

Tenielle: Y’all might wanna stand back cause...this could get explosive. Real quick.

(END CONF)

Finally, Suzanne decided to muster up the courage to go up to her enemy and confront her. It seemed like this season would break the record for having the first conflict of the season. Perhaps now, things would ‘go down’. “Hey Tenielle.” Suzanne spoke to her, the others watched and had a feeling that maybe, just maybe; all hell was about to break loose. Yet the funny thing about these shows is that they tend to lean towards one thing, when really they actually lead towards another…

And this proved to be yet another case as what would happen later doused any chance of Suzanne and Tenielle having anywhere near as classic a feud as they did last time. “So um...how have you been?” She asked Tenielle. “Good. You?” Tenielle replied nonchalantly. “Oh you know...busy...with...life and, all that sort of stuff.” Suzanne said in a rather awkward fashion.

(Confessional: See? Someone DID learning from their past mistakes!)

Suzanne: Grudges are something I don’t really like holding, because really? What’s the point? Just because you did some shit to another person or vice-versa doesn’t mean you have to constantly remind them about it.

(END CONF)

“That’s your rival?” Rochelle quietly asked Tenielle once Suzanne had gone to talk to someone else. “She seems pretty nice to me.” But there was only one thing Tenielle had to say to her. “Just you wait, the claws will come out eventually.” ...Well, it wasn’t like us spirits said that there was no chance of their feud coming back to life.

Three more people come in, bringing the total ever closer to twenty. Roshni would be next up to enter to the tune of absolutely no one but Sterling and Rochelle really caring. Roshni never really did find her rhythm in Hell’s Kitchen, not even a trip to the blue kitchen could save her from being mediocre despite a big heart. But she didn’t care, she was here, and here to stay.

And then there was Josh. No, not Season 14’s Josh; he’s probably out doing another one of his other eight hundred vigintillion jobs outside of catering, Season 3’s Josh. “Oh here we go!” Bobby proclaimed as Josh entered the room. “How’s Ramsay’s favorite donkey doing on this fine day?” Johnny smiled. Josh smiled as he high fived Sterling and Hassan. “Hey, if I ever want to film someone making love to food; i’m calling you!” Anton replied. “Will be glad to be of help.” Josh answered back in a sheepish matter. Needless to say, Josh was a popular boy for all the wrong reasons.

(Confessional: Josh...just Josh)

Josh: (confused) I’ll be honest; I don’t know why Ramsay called me here. I mean, I get WHY Ramsay called me here, but I don’t know WHY Ramsay called me here. I mean, it’s not like I was really that amazing or anything.

Josh had a point. Josh wasn’t amazing. In fact, most nights; he was pretty terrible. But to his defense, he never stopped trying and he kept going until service came to an end. Even so, he would wind up making Hell’s Kitchen history as being the first person to ever be taken out of the game in the middle of a service; to make matters worse, he did it as a member of the black jackets.

Josh: (humble) But hey, i’m not complaining. As long as I get to spend some time with other people, i’m game.

At least he didn’t lose his spirits…

Our apologies to other spirits for offending you.

(END CONF)

Back outside to reveal yet one more limo come in where another surprise was waiting for us all in the form of Bret. Bret, the man who looked poised to be a threat to the competition and a strong asset to his team; but was ultimately brought down from a slipped disk dropped out of the limo and was welcomed by the usher once his limo came to a stop. “Thank you madame.” He spoke and he walked into the doors of hell.

(Confessional: I expect big things out of him!)

Bret: The last time I was inside Hell’s Kitchen, I slipped a disk in my neck and forced myself out of the competition, not exactly the most graceful way to go; but such is life. In the four years since, my neck has gotten better and i’ve been doing some catering jobs across Florida and making a good name for myself.

(END CONF)

“Good evening everyone.” Bret said in a formal manner as some of the other chefs came up towards him to share their sympathy towards him. “Hey man, I know a guy who went through the same fate you did.” Sterling said, the most reserved he had been all day. “Trust me, I know what it’s like to fuck your neck up; it is not fun.” Hassan admitted. “You’re the man Bret!” Jen gushed. Bret could only smile and bask in the respect given to him.

As the adoration and love died down, everyone realized something. There was still one person that had yet to arrive. “Hey, isn’t there supposed to be like; twenty people or something?” Anton asked. “I wonder who else they could get?” Roshni added on to the question. “Whoever it is, it must be really big to have taken this long to get here.” Josh assumed. And then, the door opened for the twentieth and final time tonight; and like with the other nineteen, everyone watched to see who it was that would round up the group. The air was silent, the feeling was tense, who could it be? Who could it be?

“Oh shit.”

That’s right, the one person no one wanted to see; Russell had arrived just in the nick of time. Everyone looked on in sheer horror at being in the presence of perhaps the most despised contestant ever to step foot through Ramsay’s playground. But he didn’t care, it was natural for him not to; because he knew that he was better than everyone one of them combined.

(Confessional: The ultimate scrappy)

Russell: I’m ba-ack!

(END CONF)

“How are we all doing tonight?” Russell asked as everyone looked at him like he was a distant foreign stranger, everyone that is; except for two. Johnny came up to him and extended his hand. “Name’s Johnny.” Russell looked at his hand and shook it three times before walking away from him. “Freaking weirdo…” Russell commented quietly as he got the last drink. Johnny just looked at his hand and smiled.

(Confessional: Another one off the bucket list)

Johnny: It’s not every day that you get to meet the most despised contestant in Hell’s Kitchen history, so yeah; i’ll shake the guy’s hand. Have no regrets about it at all.

(END CONF)

And then there was Sabrina who came up to her and gave her a nice, warm embrace. “Hi Russell!” She squealed as she held on tightly to his entire body frame. “Alright now, let’s not start making out with people until after the party.” Suzanne cautioned, Sabrina folded her arms and scoffed. “Girl, you’re no fun.” She said in a jokingly pouty manner. Suzanne just shook her head.

(Confessional: Smug-a-Dug Snake)

Suzanne: It’s official. I’m surrounded by circus clowns...again. Ok, that’s not fair; some of them seem like they know what they’re doing, but others...yeah.

(END CONF)

And so it was, twenty of Hell’s Kitchen’s most controversial; be it for good or for bad were all gathered in that room there, waiting for the moment when Chef Ramsay would call them over to the dining hall so they could celebrate the history and achievements Hell’s Kitchen had racked up o’er the many years. They would not have to wait long as outside, a bigger crowd had gathered.

Foodies, press, fans, patrons, people from all across L.A had come to this very spot to celebrate the life and existence of Hell’s Kitchen; they had already been excited up to this point, having wanted to see their idol and culinary legend Gordon Ramsay at his most eloquent and sophisticated. Once Marino had come out, everyone knew what was to come next. “Ladies and gentlemen…” He announced. “Please welcome, Chef Gordon Ramsay!”

At last. Gordon Ramsay entered from the top of the restaurant where his office was down the stairs like a mighty warrior returning home after another glorious victory for him and his army; and as he did, he was greeted mercilessly by those who respected him, learned from him, wanted to be with him and even some who wished to be him. With a gallant smile, he thanked Marino and was handed the microphone. He would take this time to greet the loving audience of plenty to this the ‘first ever Hell’s Kitchen reunion’ and introduced them to Season 10’s winner, Christina Wilson and the sous chef making his sophomore appearance, Jamie ‘Jockey’ Petre. They too received an excellent reception, but neither to the heights Mr. Ramsay received.

“Now, before we go any further; I understand that we have some very special guests as well,” Ramsay said, addressing some special business. “They’re not just special to me, but they’ve been special in making what Hell’s Kitchen is today!” Obviously referring to the twenty poor sap- we mean, excellent chefs (and Josh) that had come all the way just to take part; curious, Ramsay looked at the audience and asked them. “Would you like to meet them?” The answer: to no one’s shock, a resounding yes.

“Representing the red team,” He started, “Please welcome back…”

“Sabrina!”

Sabrina skipped to her table first, waving excitedly at some of the cheering audience members.

“Tennille!”

“Let’s do this baby!” Tennille called out, delivering a large response to the audience and slapping some hands.

“Roshni!”

Roshni simply smiled and like a high-school kid on graduation day silently and eloquently sauntered her way to the first table where Sabrina and Tennille were.

“Suzanne!”

Taking a most calm approach, she gave her best smile and shook some hands along the way.

(CONF: But inside, you could tell she was nervous!)

Suzanne: (CONF) I see all of those people, they’re cheering, applauding, calling my name like I was some sort of god to them...and i’m not really sure how I feel about it…

Seriously? Us spirits paid some of these fools money to be here, the least you could do is be grateful people remember your existence.

(END CONF)

“Rochelle!”

Rochelle tried her damndest not to break down into giggles as she high-fived some members of the audience.

“On Table 2 to your right, please welcome back Jen!”

Jen came out squealing and hopping her way to her table, “That’s right!” She cried out in pride. “You’re looking at a Hell’s Kitchen legend over here!”

(CONF: I take it they’re NOT butt-heads then?)

Jen: You see all those people cheering me? They think i’m a legend, I bet you five bucks some of them think i’m the best chef there ever was. It’s things like this that warm up your heart and fill your soul with good vibrations.

(END CONF)

“Elsie!”

Elsie took a more reserved approach and shook some hands along the way.

“Sara!”

Sara jogged her way to the table, not even acknowledging the audience of people.

“Lacey!”

Lacey gave a meek smile and nodded her seal of approval to some of the folks watching.

“And finally, Jackie!”

“BOOM!’ Jackie called out, giving out her usual New Jersian swagger. “THIS IS HOW WE ROLL IN HELL!” Jackie shouted to the camera as she stopped and took the time to bask in the adoration of the fans watching.

(CONF: A God You Are)

Jackie: (Cocky) Yeah...I know...I’m awesome. (Smug smirk)

(END CONF)

With all of the ladies seated, it was time to move on to the men!

“Representing team blue, please welcome back…”

“Anton!”

Anton nodded his head and shook hands with some of the folks as he headed towards table 3.

“Vinny!”

Vinny smirked as he took a good look at the audience. “Now these people have good taste!” He commented, giving his good word to the atmosphere.

“Bobby!”

Bobby slapped some hands as he marched with purpose to his table. “Four star general time!” He declared as he did.

“Hell’s Kitchen 8 runner-up, Russell!”

In a complete inverse of everyone else, Russell was greeted with a smattering of boos. But he didn’t care, he just gave a confident smile and shrugged it off. “Runner-up cred son!” He said to one particular heckler.

(CONF: He doesn’t care, does he?)

Russell: All those people, they like to think that i’m just a bunch of hot shit. Well fuck ‘em, they didn’t make it to the final two now did they?

(END CONF)

“Hassan!”

Hassan shook many a hand and thanked them for coming as he made the long trip to table 3.

Five down, five more to the other side where table 4 sat.

“Also returning, Johnny!”

“Yeah baby!” Johnny yelled as he extended his hands, feeling the love from all those watching.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight!”

“Mr. 100 himself, Sterling!”

“Alright, alright!” Sterling announced as he hustled his way to table 4, slapping the hands of many people (some of which being adoring fans of Sterling’s) “It’s time to crank this up to a hundred percent!” He smiled as he said that line.

“Bret!”

Bret civilly shook hands and asked some how they were doing this fine evening.

(CONF: The love of the people)

Bret: Hearing all those people, chanting my name; it made me feel good inside, knowing that all my hard work did not go to waste.

(END CONF)

“The greatest donkey in Hell’s Kitchen history, Josh!”

Josh smiled and shrugged, being a good sport in spite of some laughter directed towards him. He knew this was all in good fun.

“And last but not least, Hell’s Kitchen 13 runner-up, Bryant!”

Bryant gave a SMALL smile and nodded his head along to Table 4 where he joined nineteen other chefs, ready to celebrate the glory of Hell’s Kitchen.

And now friends, it was time for great master Ramsay to give his big speech. We had worked on it long and hard throughout the weeks leading up to the big moment, and now; it was finally time. “In the seventeen seasons Hell’s Kitchen has been around, there have been many outstanding moments. From the day Hell’s Kitchen first started, anything and everything that could have happened inside this restaurant has happened.”

“For instance, does anyone remember the time I told Josh to fuck off and took his jacket?”

Josh was given a friendly pat on the back by Sterling and continued to smile. “A whole trend started because of me!” Josh proclaimed, drawing more amusement from all parties.

“And what about the time I puked over Antonia’s ‘Mardi Gras’ gumbo?”

Sabrina fondly remembered it, given the cringe she had on her face.

(CONF: Nasty lady!)

Sabrina: (Grossed out) I don’t know what she was thinking making it, but it was probably the worst thing i’d tasted up to this point. Kind of makes me happy she had a migraine and left, pretty sure she would’ve killed a few people. (Shudders)

(END CONF)

“And who could forget about the time Joseph threatened to ‘take it to the streets’?”

The crowd ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ when they heard about Joseph and how his volatile temper all but took him out of the game.

(CONF: Tenille found a second job after cooking)

Tenille: Joseph was a loose cannon cop from outta Gotham City! He was so nutty in the head, the guy tried to fight Gordon Ramsay, I still tell people about it!

(END CONF)

“And of course, the immense number of chefs i’ve had to tell to take off their jackets and the seventeen that stood over all of them.”

They remembered. Seventeen men and women had done what they could not do, outlast the competition and made their dreams into a reality.

(CONF: Needless to say, someone was not happy being reminded of it)

Russell: I’m still pissed over losing to Nona, I had the better team over her’s and they still fucked me over. They’re lucky I rebounded afterwards, or they’d all be fucked. Especially Vinny.

(END CONF)

“From the immeasurable amount of services, to all the arguments, the drama, the blood, the pain and even the most bizarre...whatever they were; Hell’s Kitchen has done it all.” Hell’s Kitchen’s legacy had always been it’s greatest asset. The mystique, charm and unpredictability of Great Master Ramsay’s creation had always been a marvel to the viewing public, especially those who were in the know of shows focusing on the ‘real’ side of life and culinary critics and wanna-be chefs. It had been that way for twelve years and seventeen seasons, why would now make it any different?

“But that is all in the past. This season,” Ramsay proclaimed. “Hell’s Kitchen will be tackling something it has never faced before.” Go time it was as Ramsay began to hype up what was once shadowed in mystery as the ‘dream season’. “This is the one thing Hell’s Kitchen has never accomplished in the seventeen years it has been around, and so; I expect this season to be the biggest we’ve ever had. I’d dare say that this could go down as the ‘dream season’.”

Everyone watched in anticipation and suspense as they pondered what Ramsay had cooked up for this, the eighteenth and perhaps greatest season Hell’s Kitchen had to offer. But some...well, let’s say they had their doubts.

(CONF: It’s a trap!)

Hassan: (Suspicious) Dream season? Never accomplished? Something’s up with this…

(END CONF)

“As you all know, we usually divide the teams between men and ladies. Well this year, we are bucking that tradition!” Ramsay declared as the long standing status quo between male versus female, boy versus girl, man versus woman null and void; Elsie only had to smile at that, feeling that it was a nod towards her personally, competing in the first and until now the only season that had co-ed teams from the very beginning.

“For the first time ever, we are dividing the teams between heroes...and villains!” Ramsay announced, giving a grin that read the makings of a truly proud creator. The crowd chattered with excitement and curiosity. Heroes versus villains? How would this work? How could Ramsay change the game like this? What did this mean for the contestants? WHO would be competing?

(Confessionals: Some are certainly excited!)

Johnny: (Stunned) Heroes versus Villains?! Now we’re talking! The only other show I know that pulled this shit off was Survivor, and if anyone else can do it; it’s Gordon Ramsay!

“In doing so,” Chef Ramsay explained his rationale, “I have decided to bring back twenty of the most beloved and despised chefs Hell’s Kitchen has ever seen. They are some of the most spontaneous, controversial and exciting personalities i’ve worked with.”

Bobby: And i’m wondering, who did Chef Ramsay get for this? They’d have to be pretty good to earn this opportunity a second time!

(END CONFS)

“Would you like to meet them?” Ramsay asked, the crowd shouted their approval. “Alright then. Here they are!” Ramsay extended his left arm as to introduce the twenty chefs who would once again be competing for a chance to become a masterchef under Ramsay’s tutelage and volatile temper, and for a while; all was still. For the few seconds that were, nothing happened...



...And then, as sudden as the silence was, Ramsay slowly put his arm away and the lights went out. Everyone was confused, what was happening with Chef Ramsay? Had he finally lost his mind, or had he simply forgot to pay the electric bill again? Once more there was a sense of nothingness that filled the dining hall as everyone wondered what it was that was going on…

Without warning, one giant light would then shine through not one; not two, not three but all four tables. The four tables that the so-called ‘guests’ were sitting in. When the crowd realized what had happened, they were more bezerk than a toddler after receiving their daily dose of sugar coated treats (also known to you humans as candy) on the day of Christmas.

This was met with severe confusion from some, “Uh, what the fuck?!” Suzanne asked; looking baffled at the blinding light that had now invaded their area. “I have a feeling someone’s been playing us!” Anton began to realize the horrifying truth.

(Confessional: It’s on now)

Jackie: Then the lights went on all of the tables and I was asking myself; oh shit. Is this really happening right now?!

(END CONF)

Everyone turned over to Chef Ramsay, who simply stared back; giving the biggest joker face anyone had seen. This was his kitchen, and thus he made up the rules; and just as soon as you thought all the questions had been answered, well; that’s when Chef Ramsay changed everything. He nodded and then went back on the microphone to confirm what many others had felt. “That’s right, you didn’t actually think you were back just to watch did you?” Ramsay questioned the twenty chefs. “The REAL reason you’re here is simple...All twenty of you have been selected to come back and play a new round of Hell’s Kitchen.”

(Confessionals: Mixed reactions all around)

Hassan: I knew it! I knew Chef Ramsay had something planned for us!

Hassan knew something was up the very moment Ramsay brought up the new season, but even so; there were others that still could not pick up the pieces.

Josh: Wait, us? Compete? Now?! I didn’t even bring a pair of knives with me, how do you expect me to cook without knives?!

Still more could not believe that they had been thrust into a new game with Chef Ramsay and were not pleased with this situation.

Suzanne: (annoyed) Is this a joke? Like, seriously; am I being punked right now?

But a few decided to just roll with it.

Russell: (confident) Hell yeah. A chance to rewrite history? Doesn’t matter how it happens, i’m going to finally get my win back and no one is going to get in my way.

(END CONFS)

The announcement of the cast was shocking enough, but then came the prize. “In addition to such a historic cast, i’ve decided to do something historic for this year’s prize. The winner of Hell’s Kitchen: Heroes vs Villains will be receiving a full-time job working at my organization at the Gordon Ramsay Group in London!” This would be a ginormous prize. Every chef and their mother had always dreamt of going to work for Chef Ramsay, and now twenty veterans of the game of Hell had the chance of a lifetime. “With my backing, they will be creating a brand new restaurant off the strip of Las Vegas, Nevada!”

(Confessional: Now you’re excited?)

Josh: And then I heard about the prize, and i’m already thinking ‘Food-gasm!’ Because food is like sex and good food equals good sex.

(END CONF)

“This comes of course with a budget of a quarter of a million-” Then he stopped and backpedaled. “No, no...This prize is too majestic for something like that. It needs something truly remarkable, something like…” He thought for a few milliseconds on what this second prize would be, and then; he got the perfect response. “...A budget of one...million...dollars.”

That roped them in. If they weren’t interested already, they were now. A chance to work with Gordon Ramsay to open their dream restaurant at the hottest entertainment capital in all of America with a million dollar budget all for them to use? That was the dream come true for them. And damn it, they weren’t going to waste it. “Don’t stare at me like you’ve shat yourself!” Ramsay warned the twenty competitors staring at him. “It’s time for you to get in there and cook your signature dishes!”

And so it was, a new year of hell had officially begun. And this year was not to be like any of the other years, oh no; this year was going to be a year that would forever change the meaning of hell, as long as Grand Master Ramsay had stuck to the plans we had gone over countless times; this ‘dream season’ was to be a dream come true for all. Spirits, chefs and person alike would rejoice when the twenty veterans went into combat once again, not all of them the same person they were when we saw them last. Some had taken Ramsay’s words to heart and bettered themselves not just as a person but as a chef themselves, others on the contrary had actually taken a turn for the worse since leaving; having grown a big head o’er the fifteen seconds of fame they once had. And a few? Well, let’s just say they hadn’t changed a bit.

It was simply, a case of destiny.

Chapter 1: Act III- The Competition Holds Onto The Bar

As the minutes passed on and the audience dwindled away, Ramsay scrambled to put all the contestants back to where they were all those years (be it few or many) and settled them down to his level and explained to them what was to happen. The twenty chefs were to be divided into two teams of ten, blue and red respectively. But this year, they were to be divided not because of gender; but because of their past actions and likability.

He would then name which chefs would go on which team. "Elsie, Josh, Bobby, Tenielle, Vinny, Roshni, Rochelle, Sterling, Bret, Hassan; you're the heroes team." And just as soon as he mentioned that, Sterling made a heroic pose that got everyone laughing.

(Confessionals: All hail the heroes!)

Rochelle: Being considered so beloved that people think of you as a hero, it's almost like a badge of honor. A badge i'm going to wear proudly.

Technically, she was right. This was a badge of honor that every member on that team should wear proudly...but not everyone thought of it as such.

Vinny: So does that mean i'm supposed to be this goody-two shoes know it all that never does anything wrong and everyone loves? Yeah, I don't think so. But hey, blue team, red team, whatever team i'm in. I'm gonna do my part for them and when the time comes, bite their heads off and be the last one standing.

(END CONF)

"As for the rest of you," Ramsay turned his attention to the red kitchen inhabitants. "Sara, Jen, Suzanne, Sabrina, Russell, Anton, Bryant, Jackie and Johnny, you're the villains team. Meaning you will be wearing all red, all the time."

(Confessionals: This...was much less well-received)

Johnny: (disappointed) Seriously? I'm wearing a red jacket? Now don't get me wrong, I don't hate the color red; not at all! But being honest: Start strong, finish strong, go red team doesn't really have the same ring as 'Start strong, finish strong, go blue team' does it?

Whilst Johnny was more bummed about no longer being able to say his beloved team's motto, Anton went a step further and went like a birther back in 2011 about his newfound status.

Anton: (in denial) And he tells me that i'm a villain, and i'm asking myself; what did I do that was so bad that it makes me a villain? Anyone want to answer that?

“Now, I bet you’re all excited to be back inside this kitchen…” Ramsay explained. “Yes, yes we are.” Russell nodded, looking to win over some brownie points much to the shegrin of others. “Well then, I’m expecting some of you to really perform to tonight and others nights.” Ramsay responded.

He then proceeded to ask the other contestants what they had in mind for their signature dish. “I’m going all Italian, pizza with the finest Italian ingredients and garlic. It shall be known as Pizza de L’Anton!” Anton proudly announced. “It sounds delicious!” Gordon smirked. “I’ll probably try and do that risotto I made last time again.” Suzanne suggested, “What, you mean the undercooked school chalk?” Bobby asked, that delivered a few ‘oohs’ from his team. Suzanne just sneered and gave her absolute most smug expression. “At least I don’t fry my fish in a deep pan of grease.” Leaving the red team in stitches and giving Bobby a look of intrigue and humiliation. Just moments before the contestants had begun making their signature dish and already the teams were trading jabs.

(Confessionals: The war hath begun!)

Suzanne: (Calm) You want me to take you down? I’ll be happy to kick your ass. Doesn’t matter where we are or who you are, you get in a cooking match with me; I will be the one with my hand raised in victory.

Bobby shook her head and mouthed something to his team. "Looks like we have a bit of sass coming from the opposition!"

Bobby: This little girl, she thinks she knows how things work around here; but what she doesn’t realize is that i’m a four star general, I have loads of experience. So if we get into a war, then you better be saying some prayers because I’ll send you on a one way trip to hell.

(END CONFS)

With an early bit of fun out of the way and more ideas for signature dishes processed to him, Ramsay began to speak once again. “All of these dishes sound delicious, and for a season like this, I expect all of you to step it up a level.” He reminded them of the stakes that were placed on them. “And that’s why...these will NOT be the dishes you will be making!” And back to confusion once again. After a couple seconds ran through and crossed the minds of the chefs, Grand Master Ramsay spoke once more. “As this is a dream season, I believe it’s only fitting that the twenty of you test yourself in a level you’ve never been tested at before.”

“This year, you will be making a signature dish based on the ten core products every chef at one point or another has used for their recipes.” He then guided the twenty chefs’ eyes to twenty plates and twenty domes holding them captive until they were ready. Inside those domes were the ten main factors of every dish. Scallops, halibut, chicken, porkchop, lobster, duck, salmon, beef, fillet and lamb; whatever it was, that would be their starting base. Going forward, each chef would have forty five minutes to create whatever they possibly could with the product chosen to them. “So if you’re ready...open your domes!” And just like that, every dome was lifted; each chef hoping what they would get would be beneficial to their talents and more importantly, their dish…

And so the battle lines were to be drawn.

Representing the battle of the scallop would be Roshni and Sara, both expressing their excitement in cooking such a challenging dish.

Bobby would go up against Johnny in the round for the halibut, a move that pleased Bobby; but not Johnny. “God damn it…” He muttered silently to himself.

(Confessional: Fishing up a creek with no pole)

Johnny: Fish was what got me kicked off last time, and I sure as hell haven’t gotten any better at it now! I’m in trouble.

(END CONF)

Elsie and Anton would give chicken the chance it needed, both feeling confident on what they could do for such an impressive cut of bird.

Porkchops bought Vinny and Bryant a ticket to show Chef Ramsay what they were made of, both being their strongest when it came to the meat station.

Locking up with lobster were Hassan and Suzanne, both already coming up with ideas on where they could take the dish.

(Confessional: Hassan wanted to be a magician when he grew up)

Hassan: And I see the lobster, and i’m already thinking; what can I do to stand out from the others?

(END CONF)

Tenielle and Russell would duke it out in the duel of ducks, Sterling and Jackie were to slip with the salmon, Bret and Sabrina would brawl over the beef, Rochelle and Jen would fight to the death for filet and Josh and Lacey would lace up their shoes and face the lamb.

“You all have forty-five minutes, and it begins...NOW!” And just like that, they were off; like a herd of stampeding bulls roaming free in the wild, they all rushed to get the supplies needed to make the perfect signature dish. “I’m coming for you mama!” Jen screeched, looking for the jar of rosemary, Anton would be seen inspecting a jar of Salmoriglio sauce; nodding, impressed with the taste. “That’s money right there.”

(Confessionals: Time to get your game faces on!)

Anton: It’s time, no more waiting around; you gotta get out there and do what you were born to do. Of course, if you’re like me, you like to choose your ingredients wisely...

Anton had a strategy for making sure he had the perfect dish for Ramsay, he would inspect each and every ingredient he could find; making sure that it was the perfect one for his signature dish. “No, no...eggplant won’t do…”

Anton: (voice-over) ...Because one wrong move and your entire dish is going down in flames.

“Cauliflower? A little too basic.” Anton kept looking and looking until... “Rutabaga, NOW we’re talking!”

Anton: And that’s why i’m the best chef in Hell’s Kitchen.

Half an hour gone, it was time to start cooking; Tenielle knew what that feeling was like as she began to prepare the mac and cheese. As she did, Gordon came on by to see what it was she was planning, “I’m doing a uh, Seared and braised duck; I have my duck cooking; it should be ready to go in a few minutes once the shrimp and mac and cheese ready, and i’m planning on a ginger seasoning to give it that extra spice.”

“It sounds delicious!” Ramsay gave his approval and headed off to check on someone else.

Tenielle: It’s that time, you gotta show up and give Chef Ramsay your all! You can’t dish it? Get on outta here and leave the real work to the professionals.

While some were excited with the prospect of getting back in the swing of things, others were...well, less than enthusiastic. Suzanne slowly carried her lobster as she was going over the dish she was planning. “Let’s see, zucchini, onion and chives and then…”

“Outta my way, I got watch my chop!” Bryant warned as he ran towards his stove, nearing knocking Suzanne off and causing her to nearly drop her lobster. “God! Some people don’t know the meaning of watching their step…” Suzanne muttered to herself.

Suzanne: (annoyed) Look, i’m already pissed as it is. I did NOT want to be here competing again, and trying to bump into me and nearly make me drop my shit isn’t making my day any better.

(END CONFS)

Ten second warning, here we go. Everything that had to be plated, had to be plated and quick. All the final touches were made as Ramsay counted down the seconds and all the signature dishes were settled down on their respective plates. “5...4...3...2...1, and stop!” Time was up.

“I’ll be giving you a score from one to five, five being immaculate and one; well, hopefully no one gets a one.” Ramsay scoured through the lineup, looking to see who would start things off. “Let’s start with the battle of the scallop, Roshni and Sara; step forward.” The eighteenth annual signature dish challenge began with Roshni and Sara prepared to show Chef Ramsay what they could do.

(Confessional: Good luck with that)

Roshni: I’m extremely happy with how my dish turned out, I want to show Chef Ramsay how far i’ve come as a chef and I believe this is going to be what cements me as a force to be reckoned with.

(END CONF)

“Holy fuck.” Ramsay pondered, looking at Roshni’s dish. “And what have we made?”

“Pan seared scallops with some basil seasoning and a bit of cherry puree” Roshni answered. Ramsay had to stop and do a doubletake. “Cherry puree?” Roshni clarified the type of puree. “Well that’s a relief, because for a while it looked you had bled on the poor thing.” Snickers were shared, but he had a point; the dish didn’t exactly look too appetizing. But look was one thing, how did it taste? Grand Master Ramsay took one bite of the scallop…

And then spit it back out. “Scallops, boiled to hell. Basil, looking miserable and the puree is enough to give me a cavity. Pathetic. One out of five.” The blue team winced and Roshni sadly nodded and took her loss like a woman.

(Confessional: The worst foot to start off one is the wrong one)

Tenielle: Roshni! What the hell?! You’ve only been here a few minutes, you’re already sinking our ship!

(END CONF)

“Not a good start,” Ramsay warned the blue team. He then turned his attention to Sara, “So Sara; if there was one thing you honestly felt about your competition, what would it be?”

“Domination.” Sara answered.

(Confessional: We’ll take her word on it)

Sara: I’m not the same chef people saw back in Season 2, i’ve done catering all across the world and along the way i’ve come far as a chef and as a person; so if you’re hoping that I will lie and cheat my way a second time through, you’re about to kiss my grits.

(END CONF)

Domination was all she hoped for when Ramsay tasted her southern fried scallops with a side of shrimp and grits. “Shrimp and grits, cooked beautifully.” Ramsay noted. “But using all that oil just to make scallops, guess what that makes it?” Sara knew exactly what that meant, when a scallop slipped and slid on the plate like that; it only meant one thing… “It’s greasy”

“You’re lucky that it was seared nicely, because otherwise; I would have also given you a one. As it stands...i’ll settle for a three.” Sara nodded as her team clapped, it may not have been the prettiest dish; but at least it gave her team the head start.

(Confessional: Every little bit)

Sara: Hey, every little bit helps. If I want to be dominant, i’ll be dominant on my day.

(END CONF)

The second round would be Bobby vs Johnny in a tale of two different chefs; Bobby was one of the better chefs in his season and always seemed to be at his best on the fish station. Johnny had his moments of brilliance himself, but when he screwed up; it was bad news. It did not help that fish was bar none, his weakest station. Thankfully for him, it was not his turn yet, and Bobby presented Ramsay with a seared halibut with polenta cake and a hint of white wine. “Halibut cooked beautifully,” Ramsay commented, taking a bite from the halibut. “Could have gone with a little less white wine, but overall; a very strong and clean effort. I’d say that’s a four. Nice job.”

“Thank you chef.” Bobby smiled as he railed his team back on track.

“Okay, Johnny.” Ramsay took a deep look at Johnny’s entire body and noticed that something from him was missing. And if something was missing, Ramsay would be happy to call it out; even if it wasn’t food. (That’s why he is such a master and we are all his slave- we mean puppet- we mean, oh you know what we mean) “Where the fuck did your hair go?

Johnny looked at his head and gave an honest response. “Cut most of it off.”

(Confessional: Bet you're regretting now, aren’t you?)

Johnny: Sometime after the show ended, I cut my hair and started to go with a different style. It was hard (getting slightly choked up), but I had to be strong and hold my head up high as I watched my locks drift away…(sniff) Man, I miss those locks…(uses his shirt as a tissue as tears begin to well up around his eyes)

(END CONF)

“Right, and the halibut?”

“Well I seared the halibut, something I SHOULD have done to a bass some time back…” Nice to bring some shade on yourself Johnny. “And then I made a calamari salad and cut some strips of kale to put on the salad.”

“Can we assume that you didn’t go vegan after your season?” Ramsay asked, surprised that Johnny didn’t go with any meat products considering his reputation as a burger chef. “No chef.” Johnny chuckled. Ramsay went into his dish and gave his output. “Halibut, nice sear. Calamari is delicious. It’s a unique, out of the box dish. Good job, four.” Boom. Four points. And on the one thing Johnny claimed to be the worst at. For that alone, Johnny was victorious.

Round three, time for the champions with chicken between Season 1’s Elsie and Season 12’s Anton. Elsie presented Chef Ramsay with a baked chicken with risotto alla zucca as a side. “Chicken cooked perfectly, risotto nailed.” Elsie had once again proven Chef Ramsay her undeniable talents. “Someone your age needs to show an example to some of the younger chefs, I think you may have done it.” Elsie smiled, her dish was a success. “That’s a very strong four, well done.”

But enough about Elsie, being the first of many underdogs to come their way would mean nothing compared to the awesomeness Anton had promised to bring Chef Ramsay. “I have with me a roasted corn chicken with some crispy cucumber and rutabaga with a light drizzle of Salmoriglio sauce.”

(Confessional: Don’t be cocky little Anton)

Anton: It’s done with. Ramsay’s going to give me a perfect five out of five, maybe even a six out of five. Hell, if he wants to; he can name me the winner right away.

(END CONF)

By the time he had finished tasting it, he was desperately taking a gulp of water to wash it all down. “The chicken is cooked nicely, the vegetables are fine too. But the sauce...ho-ly fuck. That is way too much sauce for one chicken. Are you sure that it was light?”

“Yes, i’m sure.” Anton insisted calmly. Ramsay looked at Anton as if he was still young and in his culinary school days. “Seriously?” Anton nodded, repeating his notion. “Yes.” Oh yeah, Anton hadn’t changed a bit since last time. “So damn near burning my mouth off is considered a light drizzle?”

“Well maybe I may have put in a little more than I thought.” Anton admitted. Ramsay agreed, aggravated that Anton had failed to learn...well, much of anything. “Yeah, maybe...still, the chicken is cooked well enough that I can’t go any lower than two so...three. But a very hesitant three at that. Try harder.”

Anton nodded, “I will Chef.” humbled and feeling disappointed with the response given to his dish.

(Confessional: That’ll give you some humility son)

Anton: Well maybe it wasn’t the best, but at the same time, he did give me a positive score; so by that logic, it was a complete success. (Smirk)

(END CONF)

Chicken’s done, onto the hog as Vinnie and Bryant showcased their pork chop dishes to Ramsay, Vinny came up first with his crispy pork with cayenne pepper and mussels.

(Confessional: Since you’ve been gone)

Vinny: After Hell’s Kitchen, I started my own little restaurant across where I live; and it’s done some solid business overall, good way to provide some food on the table; I even roped my friend Trev into this...you know, Trev? The guy who no one besides me and maybe one other person liked. And yet he made it to the final four, that my friend is what tough men are made of.

(END CONF)

“Presentation, a little clumsy; but the little elements work very well and the flavor is delicious.” Vinny looked poised to gain more of an edge in the blue team’s favor… “That’s a three, good job.” And he did.

(Confessional: Of course)

Vinny: (Confident smile. Brushing back his hair) Yeah.

(END CONF)

Vinny had produced an acceptable dish to Ramsay, but could Bryant counter with a good dish of his own? Everyone waited to see as he presented his pan-seared pork with coffee-crust and a blue cheese slaw.

“Now that is delicious.” Chef Ramsay declared. “Pork, perfectly cooked, crust immaculate, and the blue cheese gives it that extra thrust of flavor. You can feel yourself enjoying it again and again.” Some of the other contestants looked in impressed, it seems as if Bryant hadn’t lost a step. “That young man...is my first five of the night.” Bryant received a standing ovation for his contributions to his team.

(Confessional: Well, this guy’s certainly pleased)

Bryant: First five of the night, like I never even left.

(END CONF)

The first perfect score of the night brought the red team’s lead even further; it would have to be up to Hassan and his lobster ravioli with tomato sauce and sage seasoning to put the ball back in the blue team’s favor, there was just one question. “Why ravioli?” Hassan shrugged and give a humble answer. “Just wanted to try something different chef.”

(Confessional: Make your statement, no matter what it takes)

Hassan: I want to show Chef Ramsay that he made the wrong decision letting me go the way I did, and if this is the risk I have to take to show him I can handle the pressure; then that’s what i’m prepared to do.

(END CONF)

Ramsay gave a taste of Hassan’s lobster ravioli and investigated the dish he had made. He then looked at Hassan and gave his verdict. “You know, trying something different for the sake of being different doesn’t always work in a chef’s favor...but in this case, it works.” Hassan smiled, his bold move paying off. “You nailed the ravioli, the sauce is vibrant and yet doesn’t overpower and neglect the original concept of the lobster.”

Here we go again. “Hassan...that’s the second five of the night.” Hassan nodded, overjoyed with getting a perfect score.

(Confessional: Whoo!)

Hassan: Whoo! (Laughs victoriously)

(END CONF)

With Hassan scoring big for the blue team, it was time for Suzanne to show what she could do. But before Ramsay could scavenger her dish, he decided to mess with her mind; even if it was for a little bit. “Now let me ask you something.” He began as Suzanne presented her pan roasted lobster with chives, zucchini and onion. “Am I going to need a play by play for this?” There were a few smirks and stifled chuckles from both teams, especially Tenielle. “No chef.” Suzanne smiled sheepishly.

(Confessional: But you know she wasn’t liking it!)

Suzanne: (annoyed groan) Ramsay, why did you bring that up?! (sighs) That was so stupid of me to say that...

Well you were the one that said it now, if you really didn’t want it becoming a topic of Ramsay’s interest; maybe you should have kept your mouth shut that one service.

We mean, seriously; YOU WERE BEATEN BY THE SIDES. How basic a concept is that?

(END CONF)

Alright, enough with the joking around; it was actually time to try her efforts. “Vegetables cooked perfectly, seasoning is spot on…” So far, so good. “And what am I expecting from cutting into the lobster?” All Suzanne could answer was “Perfection.” Was this the sound of another five in the making? Ramsay cut into the lobster with his knife and revealed what the lobster entailed…

“Oh dear.” Ramsay noticed, the lobster not quite in the necessary temperature. “How long was that in for?” Suzanne began to sweat bullets, how under or over was the lobster she wondered. “Thirteen minutes.” She spat out quietly and quickly. Ramsay took a taste and one more glance at the lobster, just to be absolutely certain. “The lobster tastes nice. However, it’s JUST under. Had this been cooked for another thirty seconds, you would have had a five. But as it stands; I can’t really fault it too much.” Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief, yeah; she undercooked the lobster, but it wasn’t by much. And the rest of the dish had gone over well with him, so there was it. “It’s a very strong 4, good job.” Suzanne nodded. “Thank you chef.”

(Confessional: Yes, take the time to gloat; that’s what they usually do)

Suzanne: (Smiling) BAM! (chuckles) I still got it.

(END CONF)

Time to see two more chefs do battle, hopefully neither ducked it up completely. Tenielle went first, sharing her seared and braised duck with shrimp mac and cheese with ginger seasoning. “Duck, perfectly cooked and the ginger makes it pop out even more than it has any right to, Maybe a little less of the mac and cheese would’ve helped presentation; even so, great effort.” And with that, Tenielle scored a four out of five. With Tenielle doing a terrific job, it was time for Russell to impress with his poached duck with wild mushroom slaw and eggplant puree. “You came back with a vengeance. That dish, is nailed to a tee.”

“That’s a five out of five, well done Russell.” Russell nodded, he knew. “Yeah that’s right.” He mumbled to his team mates. “I’m the king ‘round here.”

(Confessional: Please don’t spoil the show)

Jackie: Russell, please; you think you run things ‘round here just because your dish is so delicious? Get real. When it comes to service; you better have your ass on your station, cause if not; we’re bringing the guillotine.

(END CONF)

“So Jackie,” Ramsay started. “This will be your first time competing WITHIN the rules. Excited?” How Chef Ramsay knew about Jackie’s blowup with the other chefs during her final days inside Hell’s Kitchen was a wonder, but he did. And boy did she regret it. “Absolutely chef.”

So what about the dish? “I have here a crispy salmon, pan-seared; with a fettuccine pesto alongside mushrooms.” Ramsay looked at Jackie’s salmon dish with intent, and then he started to frown. That was a sign that something wrong. “Even from far away, I can tell that the salmon is ice cold.” Jackie stayed calm and tried to reassure him that it was of good temperature. “I can assure you that it is crispy.”

He cut into a piece of salmon, put it in his mouth...and then spat it out again. Some could only cringe at how bad the taste must have been. “Worse than I thought, it’s not just raw; it’s frozen.” Ramsay shook his head and went for the pesto and mushrooms. “At least the pesto is cooked?

“I used canned pesto.” Ramsay spat that out the very moment she said that. Not good. “And the mushrooms?” Jackie was starting to lose her patience a little, she got it. The dish sucked, there was no need to rub it in her face. “Look, it’s not easy to concentrate when you have all this work to do and limited time to do it.” She snapped lightly. Now he was pissed, Great Master Ramsay had no time for bad attitude and especially not when he being served bad food.

With an icy glare and a sneer of disapproval, he gave Jackie a clear-cut threat. “You may not like how things work here, but I understand. If you don’t like how I do things, you can always go back home and do it your way.” Jackie raised her eyebrow, yeah; Ramsay was being hard on her, but at the same time she had made a grave mistake in criticizing the way Hell’s Kitchen had worked. That was an unforgivable sin to us spirits and anywhere else, she would have been condemned to the curse of termination from her employment. But in Hell’s Kitchen, we allowed them a choice; either shape up or get shipped out.

“And i’m serious. You can fuck off right now if you want.” This was a disaster in the making, the red team looked on in concern as Jackie tried to make her decision; was she about to break the record for the fastest elimination in the history of Hell’s Kitchen? “No Chef, I did not mean for it to come out the way it did; I apologize and I will do better next time.” Jackie rapidly said, backing down from her tough stance for once. “Yeah, you will. This dish gets a one.”

(Confessional: Suck up has a point)

Suzanne: Jackie, you cannot talk to Chef Ramsay like that! He’s trying to help you and you’re not taking the criticism. If you can’t handle a bit of critique, why are you here?

(END CONF)

The villains’ salmon had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, but what about the heros’? “I have a seared wild salmon with corn, shrimp and grits and parsnip seasoning.” Intrigue stood around this dish, but before the great master could taste; he had to ask Sterling something very important. “You’re a smart man, what do you think this dish will taste like?” Just guess what it was Sterling wound up saying. “A hundred.” That drew some smiles from chefs on both teams. He began to taste Sterling’s salmon dish...and began to smile. “Wow wow wow...now that is good enough to go to heaven for.” Sterling smiled widely. “Thank you Chef.” A hundred percent? Perhaps it was better, a hundred and ten; maybe even a hundred and twenty percent. Nevertheless, it was all but certain as to what score this dish had gotten. “That's worth a five, absolutely delicious.”

Sterling went back to his team and received high fives from Hassan and Bobby for his strong performance while a disappointed Jackie slinked back to the other side. “The competition has gone up a whole new level.” Chef Ramsay declared, the best signature dish up to this point.

The next two rounds went without much fuss, though Ramsay did show respect to Bret and his neck. Sabrina would present a Half sliced beef with strawberry and lemon filling in the middle and fennel seasoning. “The dish is ambitious and combines a prestigious cut of meat with nutrition and value.” A four out of five. What about Bret? The Floridan chef would have to be on another level with his pan-roasted beef with herb and rosemary spices and red pepper aioli to beat such a dish.

“You’ve cooked the beef perfectly.” Oh yeah, he got this in the bag. “Pepper, delicious. Spices, rich. That is a welcome back gift and then some.” Yet another five much to the delight of the blue team. Then came the filet round, starting with Rochelle and her seared fillet with watercress and raspberry with sage seasoning. “Fillet cooked beautifully, watercress is a little overpowering…” A solid if not safe effort, perfect for a three. Then came Jen with her “Jumping Filet?”, Ramsay was baffled with the name given to the filet as were we. “Yes sir Chef.” Jen smiled.

(Confessional: ...What?)

Jen: In all fairness, I was also going for Jen’s Fucking Filet, but I don’t want to insult Chef Ramsay; no sir, not my big return.

(NO CONF)

With the (ahem) interesting name aside, Jen’s filet consisted of truffle sauce and a ‘lot of rosemary. When asked why, Jen replied simply: “To give you the extra spice and sexiness you need for your partner.” Vinny and Anton nodded, at least some people were willing to look past the ridiculous name and unusual techniques.

(Confessional: Some rivalries start off with the pettiest of reasons)

Sabrina: (Deadpan) Bitch please, I'm spicier and sexier than you’ll ever be.

(END CONF)

“The sauce is nice, fillet’s cooked beautifully; but the rosemary really spoils it for me.” A three-pointer to keep the red team in the running, thirty-three to thirty-two.

And now: The main event. The battle of the lamb dishes between Josh and Lacey. Both competitors holding checkered reputations, Ramsay started with Lacey and her braised lamb with asparagus, wasabi and a vanilla glaze. “Now before I taste this, I need to ask; if I end up giving you a low score, will you want to drop out?” Lacey shook her head. “No chef.”

(Confessional: That’s the attitude to take my friend)

Lacey: I want to show Chef Ramsay that I've changed as a person, that i’m not this whiny, self-doubting person I was last time I was in Hell’s Kitchen and I want to show him that his lessons taught me a lot about cooking and myself.

(END CONF)

Ramsay began to scour through Lacey’s lamb, looking to finish the red team’s run with a bang. “The lamb is nailed. Seasoning spot on, it’s a good dish coming from someone who didn’t leave on the greatest of terms.” Oh hallelujah. Lacey’s dish was getting a positive review. “That’s worth four out of five, good job." Lacey smiled at a job well done and put the blue team in a difficult situation, to tie; they needed to score at least two. To outright win? It would need to be a three. Sounds easy right? Yes, but considering the person they were trusting to bring home the win...yeah.

“I remember being really hard on you.” Ramsay joked at Josh. Josh had to laugh at himself. “I still remember when you took my black jacket away from me. What happened to it anyway?” Ramsay deliberately lied to him. “We threw it away with all the others.” What we had actually done was burn the thing to ashes, but the contestants weren’t allowed to know that. If he did, they’d be pretty pissed off. Nonetheless, Josh presented his dish to Chef Ramsay. “And we have?”

“We have an oven-baked lamb with Szechuan sauce and oregano seasoning.” Not much of a dish, but it was what it was. Ramsay dug his knife into the lamb, awaiting the moment of truth for his team; The great master put it in his mouth, tasted it, savoring every little detail, getting slower and slower with each and every bite. And then looked at Josh straight in the eye and gave him his word, seemingly almost stunned at what he had just tasted. “Josh, I can’t believe I'm saying this…” He started. “But for the first time, you have made me something…

…

...

…

“That I actually enjoyed.”

Josh looked on, completely shocked at the words coming out of Ramsay's mouth. Even Great Master Ramsay seemed a little surprised that he had actually said it. Was this actually happening? Had Josh done what he had never managed to do and give Chef Ramsay that he liked?

"You cooked the lamb beautifully and seasoned it perfectly. Sure, it could have used a little less sauce and the presentation was a bit sloppy; but by far the biggest surprise of the night. Especially coming from you." Ramsay said to a grateful Josh. "Thank you." And now it was judgment time. Was Josh's dish good enough to squeak out a win for the blue team, Or would the red team just barely inch out a win? The room fell into a deep silence as Chef Ramsay began to ponder his choices...

And then, after an intense period of unstable tension and mystique; Ramsay revealed the outcome of Josh's dish. "Your dish gets a three, congratulations." It was done. The heroes had picked up the first victory of the season. Josh went back to his overjoyed team and was greeted with an endless amount of high fives and warm embraces.

(Confessional: Twirl like a ballerina and call yourself Dewberry, you actually did it)

Josh: (stunned) I...I did it. I actually gave Chef Ramsay something he enjoyed. I feel like I'm in bizarro world right now and honestly, I think I want to stay there.

(END CONF)

Indeed he had. "Blue team, I have the most exciting reward for you all. You're all going out for dinner at the Hell's Kitchen restaurant at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas, and you'll be traveling via plane!" Now that was an award and then some as all the blue team looked on excited to dine in the playground of hell come to life. "There, you will be meeting up with a very important person who works there. I won't name who it is, but trust me; some of you will be shocked. Now head to the dorms!" Ramsay sent the blue team to their dorm to get ready for their night out at Las Vegas.

(Confessional: Well now you know!)

Vinnie: I didn't even know Hell's Kitchen HAD a restaurant in Las Vegas, but it only made this victory all the more sweeter.

(END CONF)

Ramsay then turned his attention to a disappointed and discouraged red team. "Villains, you did what you could. Unfortunately, you were screwed by the salmon." Jackie kept her head down, disappointed by the failure and events that proceeded it. "As you know, Hell's Kitchen prides itself on being the cleanest it can be. And right now? It looks anything BUT." Ramsay explained, showcasing the state of affairs that had come from the kitchen; pots and pans everywhere, a few stains here and there, dropped bits of food, it looked like a tornado had come and torn up the place. "I want all of this sparkling clean. Marino will provide you with the cleaning utensils needed." Everyone nodded. "Head to the dorms." The red team then went off to their dorm to get their jackets.

Once inside, Jackie went into her room to think about what had just occurred. She slumped onto her bed and shook her head, ashamed at herself for putting her team in the situation they were in. Also inside the red team's room was Sara, also overwhelmed for the punishment soon to follow; but she was also rather sympathetic to her new teammate and wanted to be with her during her time of need. "Hey girl, try not to take it so hard. It could always be worse." Sara quietly told her. Jackie slowly cocked her head towards Sara with a cold emotionless stare. "Bitch, how can it be worse than a one?" Sara thought about what to say next, it was clear Jackie was in a bad enough mood as it was, and there was no way she wanted to make it any worse...

So, silently; she left her to wallow in her own failure.

(Confessional: Good, that's how you should feel)

Jackie: (disappointed) I know I'm supposed to be this tough girl with a 'fuck the world' attitude, but I have feelings and thoughts outside of that mindset...and tonight I let myself and the team down tonight. And, it's just not a good feeling.

(END CONF)

Whilst spirits in the red team were not exactly peppy, the blue team was dressed in their finest at the airport; all for the cause of dining in Las Vegas at Hell's Kitchen: The Restaurant. "Everyone ready to party?" Bobby asked, delivering cheers from all members of the team. They were ready.

(Confessional: Las Vegas, here we come!)

Sterling: Look at us man, we're heading to Las Vegas! Entertainment capital of the world! And we're gonna do it in style.

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The blue team head towards the plane they would be traveling in, and wouldn't you know it? It was a private jet for all ten to enjoy...on their own. Oh, the look on their face when they saw the chic and classy interior of that plane. And to make things better? They would be drinking only the finest champagne. "That's what the good life is all about right here!" Vinny declared as they toasted to an impressive start and the hopeful future success they would have.

(Confessional: I wouldn't blame you if it was)

Tennille: This is only the beginning, everyone on that red team better watch their back; cause blue team, hero team, whatever you call us; there's gonna be plenty more where that came from, point, FACT.

(END CONF)

And so, they flew; higher, higher and higher still up into the sky. But as for the red team? The complete inverse as they surveyed the damage done to the kitchen and then from the orders of Marino and the sous chefs, all those with two hands and wearing a red jacket began to scrub every pan, every pot, every stove, every oven, every nook and cranny there was to offer inside a kitchen. It was brutal. But that was not the only thing that was giving the red team such a headache, one teammate decided to take the time to assert themselves as the unofficial team 