Alrighty! So, here we are with chapter two! Told ya, I'd get it out quickly!

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Chopped: Yu-gi-oh! Edition: Chapter Two: Entrees


Previously on Chopped: Yu-gi-oh! Edition...

When we last left our chefs, Pegasus had just been cut from the show. Now we are about to move on to the entree round.

And, now back to the show.

All three of our remaining competitors are watching the door that Pegasus just exited. His tirade seems to have left them speechless.

Seto is the first to break the silence, "That could've gone better."

Mai raises her brow at him and asks, "Honestly, did you expect it to? The man was more horomonal than a woman during her special time of the month."

All the males in the room grimace, and another awkward silence grips the room. Yami coughs and attempts to bring things back on track, "Well, I suppose we should move on to the next round." He gestures back towards the kitchen. "Chefs, shall we?"

The camera cuts to the kitchen where the contestants are already back at their stations. Apparently, during the break, a clean up crew has come through because not only is the mess Joey made gone, but their are brand new baskets sitting on the gleaming stainless steel counters. Téa eyes hers wearily while Ryou pretends to ignore his. However, we see him glance at it from the corner of his eyes. Joey does not bother to hide his lack of intrest and pokes at it. Crossing his arms, Yami glares at Joey, but does not move to stop him as he is not opening the basket, and therefore, not technically breaking any rules.

Pointedly looking at Joey, Yami implores, "Chefs please open your baskets." All four chefs carefully reach forward to open them. Joey, having gained a confidence boost for surviving into the second round, keeps his eyes open this time. Ryou is the first to pull out an ingredient. Yami continues, "And you must use... Blue Foot Chicken, broccolini, tequila, and dried limes."

The camera zooms in on Téa's face as we hear her voice coming out of nowhere. "I've heard of Blue Foot Chicken. I'm not really sure what's so special about it other than the blue feet."

We cut back to a full view of the kitchen as Yami announces, "Thirty minutes on the clock. Your time starts now."

The chefs all pull out their ingredients while Joey talks, "I opened my Blue Foot Chicken and look at it. It's just a regular chicken! Well, it's got all da feet and gizards and head on it, but ah, I can work with it. So, I grabbed a big sharp knife and cut off the feet and the head. I'm gonna grill it in butter while it's still on the bone. I know I wanna make a sauce using da chicken bones and the head. I'm confident in my cooking, and if you're confident in your cooking, it's gonna turn out really good. This competition is gonna make my reputation. Téa, she's got her dancin to fall back on. I'm not sure about Ryou... But, food is all I got." He pauses for a moment. "Well, that and Serenity."

We cut to his interview where he is waving at the camera. "Hiya sis! I hope ya watchin cause your big brother's gonna do you proud!"

Now, we finally get back to our other contestants. Téa is also removing the feet from her chicken.

She gives us her opinions, "Joey kind of gets under my skin. He's a great guy- usually- but his cockiness just irratates me. Yeah, we get it. You think you're great. Do you have to tell the rest of us? Anywho, I cut into my chicken, and I start to realize that it's not a regular chicken. There's not as much fat; it's a little bit tougher. So, to keep that mosture, I decide to make a stew. I add some onions, mushrooms,the broccolini, and chicken broth. Then, I run over to the pantry and pull out some rice and crimson lentils to add to the stew. I turn up the heat and let it simmer."

Over with Ryou, he pulls out his chicken, but before we see what he does with it, the camera cuts away to his interview room. "Many times in my life, I've been told that I was not good enough. I grew up with my Dad. And, because we moved often due to.. Personnal issues, I never made many friends. So, I needed to be in this competition, so I can prove to myself and everyone else that I am good enough."

The camera returns to shots of him cooking and preparing food. "I think that I've done rather well so far in this competition. I chose to do my Blue Foot Chicken in two ways. I de-bone the legs and thighs, and I start roasting them in a hot pan with carrots, onions, and celery. And, I know I want to poach my chicken breast, but I don't want to waste the bones of the chicken. So, I throw them in a pan to make into a sauce. Joey and Téa, they are very tough competition, but I think I'm holding my own. And, I'm proud of that."

Always a treat, we cut over to the judges to get a glimps of what they are thinking. Marik, Mai, and Seto glance curiously about the room. As Yami speaks, they focus their attention on him. "Blue Foot Chicken? What even is that?"

Mai, having traveled most of the world, answers, "I believe it was originally from france" She looks to the other two judges for conformation, but recieves none. "well I think that's where. But, I do know that they are older chickens, they're a bit tougher, a little less fatty, but besides that, I don't think that there are any real differences between those and regular chickens."

Suprising the others, Marik adds, "They're usually served with the feet on." The others look at him in shock. "What? I know a few things." Coughing, he continues on with his knowledge of the bird. "It's alot like duck."

Shaking off his suprise, Yami pushes on, "Now, these dried limes... I don't know alot about them."

"It's used extensively in Middle Eastern cooking. What they do is boil really small limes and then sun-dry them until they become black. It almost has a citrus flavor, but it also has that fermented flavor." Marik fills them in. Again they are all shocked from his knowledge. Marik doesn't bother to alleviate they curiosity.

Seto coughs, "Well, I think that if they use them right, they could add a nice tang to the dish."

The camera cuts to Téa who is pouring the bottle of tequila into a bowl of dried limes. She speaks, "I want to hydrate these dried limes. I add a little tequila and think, 'What else can I add?' I add some ginger and basil. The lime has a very potent flavor, so I want to turn it into some kind of condiment. I threw it in a proccessor and tasted it. It tastes good, strong. I think that it's really going to bring this dish together."

Yami shouts out, "Just under fifteen minutes to go, chefs."

They all look around at the apparent skip in time, but then realize that they are wasting what little time that's left. So, they get to work with renewed vigor. Cutting away from the others, the camera shows Joey, who is cutting open his bag of dried limes with a knife that is far larger than necessary. "These limes... Woah, they are strong! I gotta be careful with em'. I get da feeling they're really easy to over use. I crushed one of the limes with my knife and add it to the chicken bone sauce. I'm not sure where I'm really goin with this, but I learned long ago to trust my gut. Next, I add some of dat tequila. Mmm! This is gonna be good.

"I begin to boil a pot of water and throw in the brocolini. I add some carrots, onion, and garlic to that. Then, just let it simmer. After a bit, I pull em' off the stove, strain em', and then throw it onto a skillet. I add salt and velveta with a little butter and milk. I always like my broccoli smothered in cheese, and I figure this brocolini is basically the same ting."

Away from Joey's smiling face, the camera cuts to Ryou. Right now, he huffs a frusterated sigh and runs a hand through his long white hair. "I'm very nervous in this round... This competition is right terrifying." The camera shows Ryou hustling over to the pantry to grab a few extra food items.

Ryou continues speaking, "But, I've come to terms with the fact that I need to just do it. I need to be confident in myself. I needed a starch for my dish, and I love lentils. I think they'll be great with my chicken. I poach the chicken breast in tequila and butter. With my broccoli, I'm going to take the safe route. I'm going to steam it and douse it in butter."

We flash over to the judges. Mai is applying a fresh layer of makeup while Seto talks on the phone with his secretary. Marik is the only one paying any attention in the slightest besides Yami, whose eyes are glued to Téa.

Yami chirps happily, " Alright chefs, five minutes!"

The chefs scramble around, adding a few more ingredients to their dishes. Nimbly, Ryou pulls out the roasted chicken and carrots. Then, he starts placing them on the plates. For added color and decoration, he adds a splash of dijon mustard to the plate. Finally, he returns to his other dishes. Meanwhile, Téa dobs a spoonful of her condiment onto the sides of her plate and places a slice of lime next to it. Joey removes the skillet of cheesy broccoli off the heat and dips it on to his plates, makeing several neat piles.

Joey explains, "During the last round, the judges really got onto me about my presentation. Honestly, I don't see the point, but I plan ta win this competition. So, I gotta do what they say. And, this time I'll make sure they all get the ingredients. I can't believe I forgot ta put that dressin on one of the salads last round, and Kaiba of all people got it, like that jerk needs another reason ta hate me. This time I'm gonna reallly pull my stuff tagether."

Over with the judges, Mai and Seto begin to pay a little attention to the chefs. Mainly because they have finished their corresponding tasks. They discuss what they see Joey doing.

Uneasily, Mai states, "I'm not all that sure about cheese sauce on the broccoli. I like it alright, but it's not all that creative."

Seto hums in aggrement, saying, "No, it's not, but I think that he's more inclined to go for flavor above either creativity or presentation."

"Unfortunatly, I think your right." She concedes.

With a melodramatic flair, Yami asks, "Will this cost him any points in the competition, you think?"

Ignoring it, Seto answers, "Certaintly. The dishes aren't just about taste, though that is a big part of it. They need to be fresh, and creative, and presented well."

Yami cooly retorts, "But, chef Joey does look like he's trying to focus a little more on the presentation of his dish."

Mai noddes warmly. She agrees, "Yes. It's good to see that he's taking our suggestions."

After remaining silent the whole time, Marik finally speaks up, "I agree. That's always nice to see in a competitor."

We cut away to Téa who is cutting up chives. She keeps glancing over at Joey. "Wow, I see Joey, and he looks really confident. I know he's just got a big head, but it does make you worry. What if he does do a better job? No, I can't afford to think like that. He's just being the idiot I've always known. A loveable idiot, mind you. But an idiot none the less." She laughs. "I do think Ryou will prove to be a tough competitor. Out of all of us, he's shown to have the greatest grasp on knowledge of food. I don't know. Wow, these guys are really serious... At least, Ryou is. But, Then again, Joey does know his food... I don't know honestly. This whole thing is too serious."

The camera pans over to Ryou. His eyes widen as he pulls out the bag of dried limes. "I realize that I have not even thought of the dried limes, so I decide to add it to my chicken sauce. There's not alot of time left, so I drop them in and hope for the best. This almost seems like a repeat of the first round. Though if worse comes to worse, I can just add some lime shavings to the top of my chicken breast and leave the sauce off."

Back with Téa, we see her tasting her stew. " So, I go and check my taste my lentils. They're not done. I add more chicken broth and turn up the heat because they need to be done."

They all look up when Yami speaks, "Chefs, you all have two minutes. Two minute warning."

As our contestants scramble around, Mai asses the situation, "These guys need to pull themselves together and start plating, and what's going on with Ryou? Why is he frowning like that?"

The camera cuts over to Ryou's face to confirm that he is indeed frowning. As he stirs his pan of lentils, he speaks, I taste the lentils, and they aren't done. That's not good at all. I really need them to be done. The judges won't accept undercooked food twice."

With a flourish of dramatic music, the camera cuts over to Joey who is pulling his grilled chicken off the grill. "I pull the chicken off the grill, and I wanna get it off the bones. Unfortunatly, I don't got time for that sorta thing."

Yami suprises us all, we he bellows, "Thirty seconds chefs!"

Shocked they all squawk, "What?!"

Shaking his fist in the air, Joey curses his luck, "Damn those time skips! They're ruinin everything!"

The chefs all scramble with plating their food. They all appear to have done a good job so far. Joey digs his fingers into the scalding hot chicken because he lacks the time to properly cut it. Téa ladles out her stew into small cups. And, Ryou arranges the chicken and lentils on his plate.

Yami begins the count down. " 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. Times up. Please step back."

Hands high, all four chefs comply. This time, Joey manages to avoid spilling anything. He claps his hands, smiling. Téa huffs a relieved sigh, and Ryou laughs unsteadily.

We cut to an interview room with Joey. "I'm happy with the way da dish looks. I know I'm happy with the way the dish tastes. I look over. I see piles of lentils on everyones' plates. And I wonder, 'did I miss an ingredient in the basket or somethin? What's goin on here?'" He laughs obnoxiously.

The camera goes back to the kitchen. Yami leans within view and speaks to them all, "Alright, congradulations to you all for making it this far. Now, let's see what the judges think."

Raising one hand, Joey asks, "Umm.. Can I ask a question? Why do you guys choose ingredients that nobody ever eats?"

Yami raises a brow. "What do you mean? In that last basket, you had chicken, tequila, limes, and broccoli."

Joey shakes his head and retorts, " No, we had Blue Foot Chicken, tequila, dried limes, and broccolini. You guys always choose things no one's ever heard of."

Sighing, Yami explains, "Look I don't pick the ingredients I just announce them. It shows skill if the chef can make good food out of bad ingredients."

Ever thoughtful, Ryou muses, "That makes a good deal of sense. Though, I do agree with Joey; it's a little ridiculous."

Téa nods her agreement.

Yami grounds out, "It doesn't matter. Come on."

Finally, they follow him over to the judges table. Mai smiles politely at them. Seto glares. Marik pays them little heed; he looks bored. Yami looks unfased, chirping, "Alright. Chef Téa," He gestures her forward, standing unnecessarily close. "what do you have for us?"

After clearing her throat, she begins, "For your main course, I have prepared chicken, broccolini, and lentil stew with a dried lime and tequila spread. And, I added some onions and mushrooms to add flavor to the stew."

Our judges take some time savoring the soup. Though, Marik crinkles his nose slightly as he bites into a lentil.

Allowing us to get to know our contestants, Yami requests," So tell us, chef Téa, what will you do if you win the ten-thousand dollars?"

A far off look enters her eyes, and she speaks, "Well, I've always wanted to be a dancer on Broadway, but I don't have enough money to go to Juliard School of the Arts like I want to. So, the money will be put towards that. I know it won't cover it all, but it will certaintly help."

Yami hums in sympathy, "Well, best of luck to you." Turning back to Mai, Seto, and Marik, he asks, "Judges?"

Mai pokes around her plate with a fork, "I really like what you did with the dried limes and tequila. It's very potent, but it's very good. But I think you were missing something. You needed some sort of cracker to put on there because there is nothing to really dip in the condiment."

Nodding, Téa says, "Of course. I'm sorry."

We cut to Téa in the small interview room. "I can't believe I didn't think to put anything with the condiment! I should've known. I mean what did I expect? Them to just spoon it up? Stupid!"

Back in the dining room, Marik sizes up a spoonful of lentils. "I'm sorry. It's a personnel thing, but I hate the lentils. I- they just don't .. do it for me."

Seto breaks in, "I liked them. I thought they lended their flavor well to the dish. I agree with Mai though. I didn't really know what to do with my sauce. I ended up putting it in the stew, and that was okay. But, I feel like you didn't actually mean for it to be used that way."

Téa humbly informs them, "No, that was not my original intent. Honestly, I just forgot."

Again, Mai speaks, "Going back to the stew. I really liked the broccolini in this dish. It sort of took on the flavor of the chicken. Delicious. I think overall that it's a pretty good dish."

"I agree." Seto adds.

With a wave in her direction, Yami says, "Thank you, chef Téa."

She steps back, and Yami gestures to Ryou. "Chef Ryou?"

He coughs lightly and begins. The camera cuts away to a picture of his dish. "I have made roasted chicken legs and thighs with mixed vegetables, tequila and butter poached chicken breast, with a buttery lentil sauce, and steamed broccolini."

We cut back to the judges and chefs.

With a light laugh, Yami asks, " You put lentils in your dish too?" Embarrased, Ryou smiles and hestantly nods. Yami looks over at Marik. "This must be your unlucky day!" Marik nods grimly, but eats the food anyways.

Seto is the first to dissect the dish, " I really like the chicken legs and vegetables. That was really good. I like the others, but I feel that you went a little over board with your chicken in this round. There's just so much of it."

Nodding, Mai adds, "Yes, I agree. It's all very good, but you have chicken in every part of your dish except the broccolini, which is also pretty good, if a little unimaginative."

Marik grimaces as he takes a bite of lentils and says, "Yes, the chicken is good, but I have the same problem with this dish as the last one. The lentils. I know I'm being unfair, but I just can't help it. The rest of your dish is very good. I thought your presentation was beautiful."

"Thank you." says Ryou.

Confidently, Mai says, " Above all else, you've shown us that you know your way around the kitchen."

Yami asks, "Chef Ryou, what do you plan to gain from winning this competition."

"Besides the ten-thousand?" They all laugh good-naturedly. "I plan to gain confidence, which I tend to lack." Ryou informs them.

Confused, Yami raises an eyebrow, "How do you mean?"

Ryou further explains, "Well, I've not had much real experience in the cooking world, so I'm a little unsure of myself when it comes to cooking. I know that this will boost my confidence if I win. I'm going to prove that I am good enough."

"Good enough for what?" Yami probes.

Realizing what he said, Ryou blushes, "I- it's nothing."

Yami allows the question to die, "Hmm.. very well. Thank you, Ryou. And last but not least, chef Joey."

Seto glares at Joey, but Mai smacks Seto on the back of the head. He winces, rubbing his head. Marik watches the spectacle with amusement. The screen cuts to a picture of Joey's dish. " Alright guys, here's what I got for ya this time: grilled chicken with a chicken, lime, and tequila sauce. I also got broccoli and carrots with a velveeta cheese sauce."

"Although I was hesitant at first, I like what you did with the broccolini and carrots. The cheese complements that well. It reminds me of something my mom would make." Mai says.

Begrudgingly, Seto concedes, " As much as it pains me to admit it, I enjoyed your chicken. The grilled flavors came out nicely."

Astonished, Joey states, "Wow, Kaiba, I never thought I'd see the day." Seto glares at him, and he shuts up.

"And no lentils this time." Yami adds.

Joey perks up, "Yeah! It's kinda funny actually. For a minute there, I thought I'd forgotten an ingredient."

Marik speaks up, "I really liked your dish. It was good. I'm not really sure I cared for the way that the carrots went with the cheese. Just the sweetness... It didn't mix well with the cheese."

Mai looks at Marik, "I do think you have a point there, Marik. I think it would've been better if you had just left them off the dish."

Joey frowns, but nods. "Of course."

Yami ushers him back. "Thank you, chef Joey." Joey steps back. "Alright, chefs, please leave the room while the judges make their decisions."

Our competitors walk in a single-file line out into the hallway, where they sit around the small table. Téa holds her head in her hands. Joey and Ryou look at her curiously. "Ugh, they hated my dish."

Joey attempts to comfot her, " It wasn't that bad, Téa. They liked your stew."

"Not Marik." She deadpans.

Ryou shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, but he said he just had a problem with the lentils. He said the same about mine. He didn't say anything about the rest of your dish."

Téa smiles warmly at them. "Thanks guys."

The screen shifts to the dining room, and our judges discuss the dishes.

Yami begins, " So, this round our competitors had a little easier of a basket."

Seto nods, " Yeah, I think so too. The chicken was alot easier to work with than the scallops."

Waving dismissively, Yami asks, "Anywho, how did our contestents do?"

Mai begins, "I really liked that stew Téa made. In my opinion the flavors worked really well together."

Marik shakes his head, " I'm sorry. I just can't get around those lentils. I did like that condiment she spread on the plate."

"Yes, I really liked that, but she didn't have anything with it. It was just kind of there; I didn't know what to do with it." Seto nods.

Marik shrugs, " I dipped my chicken in it."

Agreeing, Main nods," I did too, but I wasn't sure about the taste. I wasn't crazy about it. I feel like she should've done something different with it even if it was just adding a cracker or a little pastry, something. You know what I mean?"

Marik concedes, "Yeah, definately."

Yami declares, " It seems like you guys had a bunch of lentils this round."

Marik rolls his eyes, "Tell me about it." He shakes his head.

Awkwardly, Yami continues, "Ehem, as I was saying, Chef Ryou also added lentils to his dish."

"I thought it the lentils worked better in his dish than it did in Téa's." says Seto.

Mai nods, "I like that he made them into a sauce instead of making them a big additive to the dish. The flavors mixed well without overpowering the rest of the dish."

Marik adds, " I thought he incorperated the limes better than our other two contestents."

"Ryou did well with that. I didn't say anything earlier, but I thought the limes were a little overpowering in Joey's dish." Seto states.

Mai agrees with him. "Yes, they were the dominte flavor in that dish. I loved his chicken though, and the broccoli... Yum. Reminds me of being a kid."

Marik wrinkles his nose, " I didn't like the added carrots though. It would've been much better had he simply left it broccoli and cheese."

Seto picks up on that. "The sweetness from the carrots kind of off set the saltiness from the velveeta. I didn't like it either."

Shrugging, Mai sums up, "Overall though, all three of our chefs did a good job this round. They really stepped up to the challenge."

Gravely, Yami inquires, " But, do you all know which two chefs will be moving on to the final round?"

Marik nods, "We do."

The other three chefs nod. Confused, we look at them, unable to understand their motives because they never give away their true opinions. We are fairly certain they just use eeny meeny miney mo.

Yami calls the other three chefs in. They return in the same line they left in. Briefly, the camera cuts to an interview room with Téa. "I think I passed this round. Aside from Marik, they all liked my stew. Sure, I didn't have anything to go with the sauce, but they still said they liked it. Cross your fingers."

Back in the dining room, she bites her lip. Joey melodramtically gulps, and Ryou simply waits patiently. Yami reaches for the tray with the soon-to-be chopped contestents plate on it. " Whose dish is on the chopping block?"

He is about to pause for a commercial break, but Seto interrupts, "Don't you dare!"

Raising his hands in surrender, Yami gives in, " Fine... Sheesh. Just doing my job. Trying to make this Ra-forsaken show a little more tense. I mean you all do it with your snide comments and ambigeous complements. And another thing-"

Seto barks out, " Get on with it!"

"Yes, get on with it!" Marik agrees.

Rolling his eyes, Yami huffs a sigh of frustration and removes the lid of the tray. We see Téa's dish. Yami tears up a little, but speaks through his tears. "Chef Téa, it is with great remorse that I must say, you have been chopped."

Mai explains, " Sorry hun, but there was nothing to go with the sauce. And we weren't sure the lentils really worked in the stew. So, for these reasons, we had to chop you."

She begins to cry, but desperately tries to hide it. Sniffing, she furiously rubs them away. After she pulls herself together and speaks, "I- Thank you for the oportunity to be here."

Mai adds, "It was an honor to eat your food."

Seto agrees, " You are an excellent cook, and we'll miss your sense of style and flair for the extraordinary in the final round."

Sniffling, she smiles, "Thank you."

She exits the room, but Yami chases after her. "Wait Téa! I'm coming with you!"

We cut to Téa and Yami, where they are walking hand in hand out of the building. Although she still looks dissapointed, a wan-smile graces her face. "Am I upset I got chopped? She laughes. Suprisingly, not as much as I thought I would be. I mean, I tried my hardest, and I did pretty good for someone with no formal background in this sort of thing. I had tough competition, and they just did a better job than me. That's just the way it goes, you know. There isn't anything we can do about it, and it doesn't really matter because, at the end of the day, I know I did my best. I know that my friends are here to support me, and that they are proud of me no matter what."

As she and Yami dissapear from sight, the camera cuts back to the dining room.

Seto sighs, "Great... We've lost our host." He speaks into the hidden microphone in his collar, "Rolland, bring in the replacement."

A tall brunette man with his hair spiked up strolls onto the screen. He looks very happy to be here. Joey's face shows his shock, "Tristan? What da heck are ya doin here?"

Tristan smiles, " Hello everyone!" He waves excitedly. "Thanks for the chance to be here!"

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