Three Chefs
Three courses of food
Only one chance to win…
The challenge: Create an unforgettable feast from the mystery items hidden in these baskets, before time runs out.
Our distinguished judges will critique their work, and one by one they will have to face the dreaded chopping block.
Who will win the ten thousand dollar prize… and who will be CHOPPED?
I-your wonderful and flamboyant host Grell Sutcliff, will see you next time on this amazing adventure called- CHOPPED! BLACK BUTLER EDITION!
"That's a wrap people! Time to call it a day." A proficient, orderly looking man with spectacles shouted at his *ahem lovely cast.
Flashes of red passed by the man's glasses before an ear splitting screech could be shouted in his general direction.
"OH WILL! How do you think I did? WAIT-Don't tell me. AMAZING! WONDERFUL!
STUPEND-"
"Satisfactory, Grell." The man cut in "Please tone it down tomorrow. We don't want our viewers to get turned off by your um…enthusiastic personality."
"YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT!" the redhead said with a toothy grin. "Don't worry there's more of this enthusiasm where it came from honey!"
A blown kiss and a scowl in return later, the exhausted director collapsed face first with his bed.
He wondered to himself if this torture would ever pay off.
THE NEXT DAY
"Three DEADLY sexy-"
"CUT! Use another word please."
Pout.
"Three RAVISHING chefs-"
"STOP! Inappropriate Grell!"
"Ugh fine!"
"Four talented chefs all think they've got what it takes to win this fierce competition. But who exactly are they? Lets meet our competitors."
The man? Hmm…no IT walked over to the first contestant. Said participant was dressed in green pants and top accompanied by a purple robe. The man was wearing a head-wrap the same color as his snow-white hair, which set off his bright kind looking eyes. In addition, he had a mysterious looking bandage wrapped around his right hand.
"Meet our first man, Agni. He has traveled here all the way from India to participate in our challenge! So, what is your reason for joining us? The fame, fortune, or maybe the title of being an excellent chef?"
"I came here to represent my god and prince. Prince Soma, the twenty-third son of the king, wants to use the resources of the prize to set up an orphanage for the abandoned children of his country. e He He is my master and I will do everything it takes to win for him." The servant looked straight towards the camera so the viewers could see his tear filled eyes.
"Oh, what a compassionate man! And do you specialize in anything in particular?"
"Curry, of course." The man said, smiling.
"There you have it! Now on to our next victi- uh…partaker in this match!"
"MMMM….next up is Sebas-chan Michaelis! He is representing the… Phanomhive household, is it? As a butler? Well besides catching the eyes of EVERY lady here, (you could hear a facepalm somewhere behind the scenes) why are you at this place?"
A tall and slender young man raised a gloved hand to his chest and bowed slightly. His wispy black hairs fell in front of red eyes and almost hid a devious smirk.
"What you said is correct. I am here to fulfill my duties as the Phantomhive butler and to honor the family name." The gentleman replied politely
"Oh, I see. So no other ulterior motives? No SOCIAL purposes?" the cherry-colored man batted his eyelashes and leaned towards the now frowning butler. "I am free you know…."
"Halt! Forgive me sir, but our host is quite straightforward. GRELL. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR PERSONAL ENDEVORS FOR A LATER TIME." The astute director walked away.
"Start from asking about his specializations…"
Grell crossed his arms and growled "Fine."
"So Bassy, are you good at anything in particular?" the man asked in a flirtatious manner.
This received him a weary glance and a scowl. "Well, I can do whatever the judges ask of me…if I couldn't do that and win for the sake of my master, what kind of-"
"-butler would he be?"
Crimson pools clashed with golden gems and instantly the atmosphere was so tense that gravity stopped working and Hanna's boobs suddenly did not sag halfway down her torso anymore.
"uh…well…hmmm…that brings us to our next contestant C-Claude Faustus. He is here for the Trancy house. Anything to say Claude?" the host asked, nervous from the uptight feeling.
"Bitter into sweet, bland into flavorful, and sustenance into art…That's what makes a Trancy chef." The strange man adjusted his bifocals, his mouth a thin unemotional line.
"Well now that you have met all the rivals, you had better choose your favorite, (god knows he has) because next time one of these charming men will be eliminated!"
"SEE YOU NEXT TIME ON CHOPPED! BLACK BUTLER EDITION!"
After the cast meeting, Grell went off to search for his new interest, not knowing that that man was currently in front of the building staring straight into the eyes of another.
"I WILL win for my young master." Sebastian calmly explained.
"Funny, I must do the same for mine." Claude replied coldly.
"We shall see about that, Faustus."
"Quite, Michelis."
Unbeknownst to them, Will was standing on the side of the structure filming their 'private' conversation.
"Well", the director chuckled to himself; "Maybe I'll get good ratings after all…."