"Hello, Ladies and Gentleman, welcome back to our live coverage of The Ultimate World Wide Food Eating Contest!" Stated the enthusiastic reporter. He was a large dark-skinned male, he was an African-American, he had muscles and his black hair sometimes dropped down covering his blue eyes. Luckily he didn't get so excited that his hair got in the way of his eyes. "But to keep it short we just call it TUWWFEC!"
"That's right Stanley. We do call it TUWWFEC, and would you be quieter next time, I swear you're going to make me deaf." Stated the man sitting aside him, he was blonde and shorter than his friend and coworker. He didn't have any visual muscle tonnage as he kept it hidden under his shirt. But if these two were to battle in a weight lifting competition, Domonic, the man I just described, would win.
"My apologies, Dominic. But this has been very exciting!" Stanely exclaimed.
"Anyway, for those who are new, this is a new episode and it might well be our last," Domonic stated.
"That's right! This time we are in Paris. We only have five contestants left! Would you introduce our final five, Dominic?"
"My pleasure." The scene changes to a camera panning over the Eiffel Tower. Below it, even though it was almost too far away to make out was a stage. All five of the contestants were already there.
The scene changes again, this time it's a panning shot going across the contestants from left to right.
"Our first one to eat his way into this final round is Alan Wolfsbane." Dominic narrated as Alan's figure appeared on the screen. Alan was posing, making everyone know that he knows he is on TV. He had more haters than fans. He was only 1.68 metres tall, he wasn't the tallest of the contestants. His hair was dark blonde and scruffy. He was wearing a white shirt that didn't have sleeves, everyone had to stare at his hideous armpit hair. He was wearing dark blue pants.
"He must think he's some sort of hero, I heard the person that filmed his moves that he's showing of was so traumatised that he was in a mental hospital for a month." Stanley noted.
"So that's what happened to Kyle." Dominic replied in a jokingly fashion. They were both aware that what they were saying was nonsense, yet they could here their bosses yelling at them through their headsets that the joke may have been a little too dark.
"Anyway, on to our next contestant. She is a gardening queen and also a rumbustious eater. She has eaten her way into many people's hearts. It's Lilac Peony!" Dominic narrated as the camera pans over to to the right. Lilac's image appeared on the screen, it was footage of her picking roses and sniffing them. She had a lovely pink hair, some of which she tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing gardening gloves and overalls. Her shirt was black but had writing on it, most of it was covered by the overalls. She was wearing tan pants and green boots. She was only 1.55 metres tall.
"I agree that she is an eating machine, and that she is the fan favourite to win!" Stanley announced. "I also heard that the restaurants with the all you can eat option will charge her extra if she shows up."
"You know what is just as amazing as her endless appetite?" Dominic inquired?
"Her husband makes a bucket load of cash?"
"No, she's 37, yet still retains her beauty magnificently."
"Hey, you know what my mother is always saying, there's two things you should never say to a woman. 1: What's your age and 2: you're ugly. Your lucky she can't hear us."
"Our third surviver to get to this round is a person of mystery. Shaun Rise." The camera than pans over to Shaun. An image of them appears on the screen, they were 1.6 metres tall, they were wearing a hat that covered their hair completely and they wear wearing dark clothing that hid most of their body. Their face had Androgynous features.
"For those who don't recall, or for those who need a reminder, Shaun Rise didn't place their gender on the entry form, they have been a valiant eater, after all they made it to this round. Man, I wish they would tell us their gender, I don't think I can keep using the they pronoun for much longer."
"I've chatted with them, they have an androgynous voice, so I can still not figure out if they are a he or a she."
"Let's hurry and move onto our next contestant before one of us has a headache."
"Ok, our fourth contestant is Philip Ash. He use to live in Hawaii and have a lot of parties, but more recently he has become more serious." Dominic narrated as the camera panned over to Philip. The scene changed to Philip eating at the Honolulu leg of the UWWFEC. Philip Ash was a black haired tall man. He was about 1.75 metres tall, and some of his hair was dyed in some places to make it seem as if he was caught in an ash storm and had forgotten to wash his hair. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and his long wooly pants were blue with pineapples all over them.
"Hey, I remember him. When the contest was in Hawaii he got first place and was granted immunity."
"It probably wasn't a good idea to bring him to his hometown."
"I have to ask this again, because it still weirds me out, but what is up with his pants? They look like underwear because of the pattern, and he's always wearing them."
"He has multiple pairs of those pants, he says they're lucky."
"Yeah. Well, Dominic, why don't you tell us who our last contestant is?"
"Our last contestant is the tallest of them all, she is a lady from Ohio. Everyone please give a round of applause to Luanne Laser!" The camera panned over to Luanne, the crowd was cheering in the background. Luanne's image appeared on the screen, she was wearing farming attire and the scene made it seem as if she was farming. Her hair was blonde and long, the scene even showed her using it as a whip and a lasso. She was wearing farming attire, just the cheapest most general look. She made herself look like the stereotypical female farmer. She was indeed the tallest of the five contestants at 1.78 metres in height. She was by far the sexiest female that most men have ever seen.
"I have to say again, Wow. I don't even remember how many times I have said wow in the face of that beauty."
"I'm married so I can't say anything otherwise my wife will through something at me."
"Say, Dominic, why is your wife the one that handles the camera here in this studio?"
"She wanted to be close to me at all times, beside she's qualified, but can we get back to the contestant?"
"Of course, you know when we had the corn themed part of the contest? She only got second place."
"Yeah, she's from Ohio, not Nebraska. Anyway..." The scene switched back to the studio. "That's all five of our contestants. Now that the scene has changed back to the studio, why don't you say hi Lana?"
"No, no, I think I'll just stick with recording." A muffled female voice stated.
"If anyone heard that, that's my wife who's manning the camera."
"A female manning something always sends shivers down my spine, like they couldn't put a new word in the dictionary so that sentence doesn't sound so out of place."
"Well before the last leg of our contest begins, would you like to say anything else, Stanley?"
"You know, during the semi-finals I was hoping that Moriko Tomerarenai would have passed into this final round."
"Why's that?"
"His family name means 'unstoppable.'"
"Yeah, too bad our Japanese semi-finalist couldn't make it through, I would have enjoyed seeing some diversity in our contestants. I guess I'll have to stick with the diversity here."
The camera started focusing back onto the area where the contestants will be eating. A man was walking to a microphone in front of the stage. This was Gregory Landower, he's an international chef who has cooked all over the world an the main MC of the UWWFEC.
Greg was a light blonde 49-year-old man, there was a few strands of grey in his hair. He was wearing a suit and tie. You could also tell that he was in the kitchen recently as he was still wearing his golden toque.
"Well looks like our MC is about to make an announcement. That means we only have one more thing to say." Dominic stated.
"LET THE FEAST BEGIN!" Dominic and Stanley stated simultaneously!
"Bienvenue!" Greg said into the microphone. "C'est notre dernière étape de notre ultime concours mondial de restauration. Ce sont nos cinq derniers candidats. Alan, Lilac, Shaun, Philip et Luanne. Veuillez les applaudir. Je vais maintenant donner la même adresse en anglais pour nos anglophones." Greg's French was spoken flawlessly. All the French speaking audience members clapped and cheered, while the English speakers looked confused.
"What did he say?" Dominic inquired.
"He said 'This is our last leg of our Ultimate World Wide Food Eating Contest. These are our last five contestants. Alan, Lilac, Shaun, Philip and Luanne. Please applaud them. I will now give the same address in English for our English speakers.'" Stanley replied.
"Where did you learn French?" Dominic inquired, he felt surprised, this was reflected in his tone.
"Black guys can get into college too."
"I wish I could say that."
"Say what?"
"Black guys!"
"Why, you. You want to get beaten up?" Stanley replied, pretending like he was angry.
"Woah, this is a prime time show, kids are watching."
"Ha, ha." Stanley laughed. "It was just a joke."
"Welcome." Greg started again. "This is our last leg of our Ultimate World Wide Food Eating Contest. These are our last five contestants. Alan, Lilac, Shaun, Philip and Luanne. Please applaud them."
The English speakers now cheered and clapped, they were louder than the French people.
"So that I don't have to repeat everything." Greg stated. "I have paid a local who can speak both English and French to translate everything to the French people."
Another man walked up, he was wearing a zebra striped top and some long brown pants, they were silk. He was also wearing a toupee. However his facial features were American, it was clear that he was a foreigner of this land who was trying too hard to blend in. But that was far from the truth, he really was a French man. He just happened to be wearing the wrong outfit today.
"bonjour, je m'appelle Manuel Luimièr. Je traduirai tout l'anglais de Greg vers le français." The man stated.
"Thank you Manuel." Stated Greg. "So, why are we here?" Greg inquired, Manuel translated the sentence once Greg finished making it. "Paris is the Capital of cuisine. My bosses and I had decided at the very beginning that we would have our the finale of our contest here. Our France cook will serve up the highest quality food. It is down to last five contestants. Whoever eats the most today will gain a gold trophy, $100,000 US dollars and last but not least, a coupon that allows the holder to get half of all restaurant meals for the next half-year!"
"Now," Greg continued. "These are by far the best of the best eaters in the world, this competition is going to be very close. A tie will force an eat off. This is going to be amazing to say the least."
The French waiters brought out some dishes. The audience was anticipating would could be below those silver domes.
Instruments were playing in the TV broadcast. It was music that brought tension to the reveal of the dishes.
"Who will win this final showdown?" Greg continued to announce, the French speaker translating his sentences as he spoke. "Only one way to find out. Audience on the count of three I want you all to say with me 'let the feast begin' as loud as you can. One, two, three! LET THE FEAST BEGIN!"
"LET THE FEAST BEGIN!" The English speakers shouted as loud as the could.
"QUE LA FÊTE COMMENCE!" The French speakers shouted as well, and simultaneously with the English speakers.
The waiters opened the silver domes to reveal the food they'll be eating. It was by far the most fancy thing that anyone had ever eaten. It looked and smelt delectable. The food must of cost the event organisers a fortune.
"Wow, that food smells lovely. The name of the meal will now appear on the scoreboard behind our contestants, it will appear in both English and French." Greg stated as the meal name revealed itself. "Thirty minutes to eat as many plates of Boeuf bourguignon as possible. If the scores are tied then there will be an eat of. Where the audience decides the food, and the tied contestants eat until one raises their napkin to say they are full and can no longer eat."
"Bring out the timer!" Greg stated. The name of the dish vanished and was replaced by a 30 minute timer. "Alright, contestants when your ready, pick up your fork. If you want to quit, wave your red napkin of defeat, please use the white napkins to clean yourself so you don't create confusion. Of course, I'm only explaining the rules so new members of the audience understand what's going on."
"Ok, three, two, one. LET THE FEAST BEGIN!"
The timer started running and the contestants were digging right into their boeuf bourguignon. They were scoffing it down very fast. When one contestant finished their dish that they were eating a waiter replaced it with another plate of boeuf bourguignon.
The competition was getting more and more heated.
Five minutes before the timer was up, the scores were very close to each other, amazingly they had all eaten over 30 plates of boeuf bourguignon already. Suddenly a wave of golden energy appeared from within the audience. The energy climbed up the Eiffel Tower and when it reached the top, the energy spread across the whole world. After the contest was over, the winner was Lilac Peony. But that wasn't all. Soon after the mysterious golden energy appeared people gained abilities from eating food.
Ever since that day people have been using food to gain abilities. A club was created called the seeker's club, people who seek to find all possible powers and the recipes that create them.
It has been three years since that day... so now the real story begins.
So say it with me. LET THE FEAST BEGIN!