So last night I liveblogged the “Hell’s Kitchen” finale over at Twitter.

True to form, host Gordon Ramsay pushed finalists Christina Machamer and Louis Petrozza to their limits. Including putting a couple of duds on their teams to thwart their efforts.

In the end Machamer took the coveted prize as executive chef at Ramsay’s new Los Angeles restaurant, a gig he claims is worth $250,000. Either way, the exposure won’t hurt either of their careers, although Petrozza came across as easily wobbled in the finale, even though his food appeared to be far superior.

Here’s the liveblog transcript. (It’s written in reverse order, so start at the bottom and work up. Sorry. It’s a Web thing.)

TwitStew Now, over to ‘Deadliest Catch.’

TwitStew And Ramsay sprays Champagne in Matt’s eyes. Amazingly, partial temporary blindness will probably help his cooking.

TwitStew I don’t care what you say, she was the correct winner.

TwitStew CHRISTINA WINS!

TwitStew Door turn and it’s…

TwitStew Promo for Ramsay’s ‘Kitchen Nightmares.’ God, how I love to hear him call someone a ‘donut.’

TwitStew ‘Hellboy’ ad on ‘Hell’s Kitchen?’ Gotta love the hell-themed synergy. 

TwitStew Commercial right as door handles turned. Again, more shock on my part.

TwitStew Time to step up to the doors… There’s something appropriate about having to turn a knob in front of Ramsay.

TwitStew Ramsay: ‘Making this decision was agonizing for me.’ Really? I think he could have suffered a little more.

TwitStew If I had to judge, I’d still have to pick Christina, kid or not.

TwitStew Service over, Christina hugs her ‘brigade.’ Well, maybe not Matt. He gets the butt-out hug from her.

TwitStew Ramsay says it’s ‘neck and neck.’ I’m, uh, shocked.

TwitStew Orbit commercial killed me again. 

TwitStew Petrozza just did a sterotypical Italian “I make-a tha pizza pie” accent about the soggy onion ring.

TwitStew Lost track of Ramsay’s bleeps. Although there was a very strategic “F--- face” deployed on Matt.

TwitStew Petrozza’s solution is to ask Jen for help? Thank goodness Ben jumps in instead.

TwitStew Uh oh. Petrozza is slowing down. Mayday. Mayday. 

TwitStew Corey reacts by yelling at Matt. Good plan.

TwitStew Uh oh, lukewarm plate on Christina’s side.

TwitStew Risotto is substituting for salad on apps?

TwitStew Petrozza runs smoothly until we hit the cheese order on the salad. Now the strudel. Petrozza’s in the weeds. Plus, he’s way sweaty.

TwitStew ”No offense, but salad is easy.” Overstatement is your forte, Christina.

TwitStew Bobby mixes metaphors: He’s a four-star general who also happens to be riding a bike.

TwitStew Ooooh, Bobby makes cold apps on Petrozza’s team. Nice catch, P.

TwitStew Ramsay likes the sliders. Christina gets off strong.

TwitStew Bobby just made the mistake of suggesting everyone on the blue team ‘Man up.’ Jen didn’t like that very much.

TwitStew Favorite part of the show so far? This Orbit commercial. 

TwitStew ‘I like brick, I like rustic, but I like the flowers.’ Oh, Petrozza, don’t limbo down to that level.

TwitStew Ramsay: It’s high end but difficult to pull off versus simple food that is easy to cook but bland. Egads.

TwitStew Vanilla souffle? Petrozza, do you think this staff could pull that off on every dessert you send out?

TwitStew ”It was all to produce food my staff could cook.” Uh, Christina, they can’t even cook this simple. 

TwitStew Beef sliders with strip steak? What’s with the hyper-meating?

TwitStew As my Aunt Betty would say, ‘This looks like two monkeys humping a football.’ A delicate flower, Betty was.

TwitStew Petrozza looks like a fish out of water. Jen looks like she’s trying to steal the episode. He’s in big trouble.

TwitStew Petrozza: ‘I’m a tiny bit overwhelmed.’ And you’re a caterer, dude? Woof. 

TwitStew ‘A little bit of encouragement, he’ll shine,” Christina says of Matt. Uh, right. She should be disqualified for toxic levels of optimism.

TwitStew Petrozza picks Jen. Christina gets Matt. God help her. 

TwitStew ‘H.K.’ finalist Christina Machamer is from St. Louis, but her grandparents live in Brooksville, Fla.

TwitStew Please, Twitter, don’t hurt me.

TwitStew T-minus one minute to ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ finale. I’ll be live-Tweeting. Yes, really.