Happy new year's eve guys!

I'm sorry for not updating. Hey, I don't really have reason for being lazy and forgetful :P

Thanks for sticking with me and see you guys next year!

"Now, we are on our last fight for the night. Please welcome Mr Prince and the Demon fighting on team cyan and Wanze and the Nyaban brothers, Buchi and Sham on team magenta. As you can see, a giant's kitchen is set up." The underground was again transformed completely. The race tracks and barriers from yesterday had disappeared, and in its place was a huge colosseum like layout, with seats at the back starting at a great height and descending gradually near the fighting grounds.

"Oh. Giant's kitchen." Sanji lit a new cigarette and surveyed his environment.

"There's a big difference between kitchen and giant's kitchen, shit-cook." Zoro glanced up at the huge counters rising above them. The drawers were at least five to ten metres tall, solid like heavy oak doors. The gas stoves were huge, with the knobs as tall as Zoro himself.

"Same difference." Sanji shrugged. "The ingredients are still normal. They just stack them up in the resembling shape." Zoro snorted.

"Did you want to make a meal?"

"No, but I don't want to see it wasted."

"Can you open these cupboards?"

"Probably," Sanji looked up at the handles, "but I doubt it'll have anything in it. Why? Are you looking for hiding spots?" He switched his gaze to smirk at Zoro.

"No, if anything you'll be hiding."

"As if."

"Please finalise all bets. The fight will be starting in ten seconds."

"Ten!" the audience began the countdown. Zoro glanced at Sanji, who took a deep draw from his cigarette before leaving it between his lips. "Nine! Eight!"

"You nervous?" The cook grinned, scuffing the ground with his shoe. Zoro rolled his shoulders.

"Seven! Six!"

"I have a headache."

"Five!"

"From what?"

"Four!"

"You."

"Three!"

"You shitty-"

"Two!"

"Look ahead cook."

"One!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Sanji snarled, kicking off the ground and heading straight up to the counter.

"Sasasa!" A distinctive laugh greeted him. He looked up to see a man with huge buck teeth and a pair of goggles embedded in the fuzz of white hair. His body was well rounded, easily revealed by his unbuttoned shirt. Sanji sighed.

"Bring it."

"Bring 'it'?" The man tilted his head in question, dorky smile still on his face.

"Fight me!"

"Who's talking?" The man turned his head, looking behind him.

"You, I'm talking to you! You idiot!" Sanji yelled, veins throbbed on his forehead.

"Don't call me an idiot! I'm a first class chef! Wanze!" the white haired man declared, leaping and throwing on rollerblades mid-air. He landed and struck a pose. "Master of Ramen Kenpo!"

"First… class… ramen?"

"That's right! The likes of you could never keep up when I get serious!" Wanze laughed, sliding around on his skates. He rode up the walls and grabbed a bag of flour from the huge shelf. "Golden flour!" He poured the lot down his mouth. His body stiffened. Sanji took his opportunity to chase after him and moved in for an attack. "Bleurgh!" Wanze coughed, billowing clouds of flour onto Sanji. Sanji retreated, taking refuge in one of the shelves. He rubbed his eyes from the powder.

"Shit," he cursed.

"I will not make that mistake again!" Wanze took another few bags and threw it in the air, leapt after it and with his skates, sliced it open. Flour rained down below on the counter. "Water, sugar, salt!" He pelted these things below him.

"What a waste." Sanji scowled as he watched the figure zoom into the cloud.

"Complete!" Wanze stood over his creation. The dough was huge, spreading on the counter like a sticky puddle. Sanji leapt down, intent on teaching a lesson to this prick. "Sasasa!" Wanze ran back and forth along the base, slicing it up into long strands and gathered it in his hands. He spun it like a lasso and threw the mess of the strands straight after Sanji. It expanded like a net and brought him crashing down onto the surface. "I know about you! You're the nasty prince who only uses his legs!" Sanji groaned, spitting the cigarette out of his mouth before he could bite through it. If only had he had a knife. Getting out of this mess would be so much easier. Until then, he had to figure a way to get out of this sticky mess. Wanze heaved the net, sending it flying before crashing onto the counter again. "I'm going to destroy you!" He yelled, smashing the trapped Sanji onto the floor repeatedly.

"Fuck…" Sanji heaved. He heard clashes of steel.

"Brother!" the fat cat-like man cried. "We can't take him on! He's too strong for us!"

"I agree Buchi!" his skinny partner agreed.

"What shall we do Sham?"

"Run!" Zoro rolled his eyes.

"By run, you mean run towards him right?" Zoro's body seized into action, letting his body think before his head did. He leapt backwards, out of the brother's reach. He tightened the grip on his swords. Something changed about them. They were more… evil. More of a threat, somehow.

"The trick didn't work." Sham scowled, wriggling his gloved hands and exposing the claws hidden in the fingertips.

"Almost." Buchi did likewise.

"It shouldn't matter. They'll all die, just like they always do!" They pounced, baring their claws and met against steel in full force. They parred back and forth, neither party giving ground.

"Hm, brother. It seems he is quite good," Buchi said, jumping back. "We need to plan."

"I'm going to destroy you!" Zoro glanced over and saw a huge ramen monster with a ridiculous white haired chef manning it. Sanji lay embedded in the sticky mess, grumbling satanic language.

Zoro grinned.

It'd a case of two birds with one stone.

"108 pound phoenix!"