Cooking Wars!
Ara, Eve, Raven, Rena, Elsword and Aisha all woke up to the morning calls. They actually needed to storm into Chung's room and wake him up, since the poor thing barely slept. They met each other outside their shared Hamel apartment in joy and excitement. The mailbox was loudly yelling at them for having a full inbox in the distance, but they ignored it.
"You guys ready?" Elsword said, bubbling with enthusiasm.
"Yeah!" They all agreed. Except Chung, he was still tired. Eve paused to tie a rope around her Nasod machine so she could drag it along the way.
"Hello chefs!" Ariel greeted at the entrance poiltely. The Elgang quickly responded with a hello.
"The competition is right this way!" Ariel cheered, leading them into the kitchen stadium.
"We're gonna be the best team!" Aisha said to Rena confidently.
"What?" Ariel overheard and froze. She turned to them, confused. "You didn't get the notification?" She raised her eyebrow.
"What notification...?" Raven said, leaning in, suddenly suspicious.
"The mailbox should've contained a message for you, telling you about the no teams rule!" Ariel stared at them, shocked. They all stopped and glared at Elsword for insisting they don't check the mail.
"N...no teams?" Ara sobbed. "This can't be! I thought...I..." Ara looked down sadly. Chung patted her shoulder.
"It's okay, Ara..." He put his head down as well. They all looked at each other with utmost distress before separating and moving to their individual stations. The audience had already filed in and everyone was squirming in there seats, cheering deafeningly loud.
"Hey! HEY!" A man was yelling at Eve from the distance.
"Hm? Is there a problem?" Eve finished dragging in the Nasod compound machine to her station and turned around to see Banthus.
"No machines allowed in the stadium that aren't ours! Get rid of it!" He screamed. Eve stifled a laugh.
"Do you know who I am? EVE, Queen of the Nasod, and I demand you let me use this machi- hey!" The man was now carrying the machine and broke its counterparts. Eve simply stared. The circuits around her eyes spasmed.
"Time to start the match." He said, turning back to the judges table. Fancy lights were activated and began to shine around the stadium. Eve finally realized the gravity of the situation, and started to panic.
"Hello, Chefs!" William Phoru boomed, slowly emerging from the ground on a pedestal.
The Phoru in a tux waved at the ladies in the audience, then returned to the match.
"Welcome to Elrios' 30th Annual Cooking Challenge! I, William Phoru, will be your host for the upcoming events." He patted his tie. Sparkles and hearts appeared all around his face. "You all, the one and infamous Elgang, have been selected as our seven competitors. I'm telling you, this will be one of our best competitions yet! Are you ready?!"
Elsword coughed. Ara stifled her sadness.
William Phoru laughed. "Of course you are! Now, you won't be expecting this, challengers, but how interesting would this competition be without any surprises?" He paused for dramatic effect.
"Please welcome...your surprise competitors!" He announced gleefully, waving his arms around. Seven other pedestals came up from the ground, surrounded by smoke affects and dramatic background music. A spotlight appeared as each name was called.
"Sullen Joaquin, the cunning!" Aisha nearly barfed.
"Shadow Master, the dramatic!" Chung tried to contain his hate.
"Ignis, the...Nasod!" Eve cheered.
"Ancient Phoru, the protector!" Rena didn't care. Lol.
"Crow Rider, the leader!" Raven felt embarrassed.
"Wally no. 8, the robot!" Elsword couldn't look.
"And, a...a giant hairpin!" Aka, a silver wannabe who Ara was irritated with.
"These are our challengers!" William yelled, as happy fangirl cries swarmed the audience. "And our judges- here they are now!"
The judges walked in. Chloe of Hope Bridge, Banthus from Tree of El, Contaminated Alterasia Spore and Ran from Halls Of Water, who Ara couldn't keep her eyes off of.
"Now for our mandatory ingredients!" William exclaimed. The Elgang was overwhelmed.
"Cauliflower!" Cauliflower rained down on the competitors.
"Chicken!" Giant chicken legs were thrown at the competitors.
"And last but not least..." Williams eyes narrowed as he read his cue card. "Smoked Phoru...WAIT WHAT?!" William screamed, falling off his pedestal. The audience snickered.
"Haha...anyways...you have 1 hour to cook the best dish!" William raised a red flag. "MATCH START!"
This was going to be an interesting showdown.