Deep beneath the streets of the Outer Omega, there was an underground boxing ring.

But this wasn't your typical ring, it was run by fast food mega conglomerates such as Mcdoolde, Burger Monarch, Mendies, and many more.

What was more interesting was that the boxers were not your typical fighters either.

They were food people, humanoids with bodies made of meat, bread and vegetables, but their heads were shaped like different types of food.

There was a hot dog boxer, a hamburger boxer, a pizza boxer, and many others.

All of whom were employed by the corporation as a marketing gimmick, to promote their products and to entertain the public.

Each fight were brutal, as the food people brawled with all their might in a heated exchange, trying to knock each other out.

Pickles, Mustard, and sesame seed would burst out onto the ground as the crowd cheered and jeered. Many of whom placed their bets on their favorite fighters.

The Whopper Deluxe was the reigning champion, he had been undefeated for months now.

He was fast and agile, and his patty arms were incredibly strong.

Without a doubt, the crowd’s favorite, and it would show as people would come from all over the city to see him fight.

One day, a new challenger appeared, a french fry boxer by the name of Krisp Krisper.

He was a towering figure, his long, thin arms were made of crispy potatoes, and his head was shaped like a giant french fry box with fries coming out of it like messy hair.

He was a formidable opponent, and the Whopper knew he would have a tough fight.

The crowd roared as the Krisper and the Whopper stepped into the ring.

Krisper was tall and lean, his arms made of crispy golden potatoes.

Whopper was shorter but stockier, his arms made of beef patty and his head shaped like a juicy hamburger.

Both fighters were fierce competitors, and the crowd was eager to see them clash.

(DING DING DING!)

As the bell rang, the two fighters made their way to the center of the ring.

Without hesitation Krisper, with his lightning-fast movements, landed quick jabs with his long arms.

On the other hand, Whopper's beefy arms delivered powerful hooks that shook the ring.

The audience erupted in cheers and jeers as the fighters battled it out.

Krisper's jabs were taking a toll on Whopper, but the latter's brute strength was beginning to show.

(DING DING DING!) The round ended, and both fighters retreated to their corners.

Their coaches rushed to assist them during this crucial break.

As Krisper and Whopper re-entered the ring for the second round, the crowd was still on their feet, rooting for their favorite fighter.

The first round had been intense, with both fighters exchanging devastating blows.

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However, it was evident that if the fight had continued, Whopper would have emerged victorious.

As the bell rang for round 2, the two fighters locked eyes in a fierce gaze, with the crowd cheering and jeering in anticipation.

Whopper was surprised to see Krisper raise a sinister smile, one that made him gulp at the thought of a psychopathic killer.

But he was a pro, and he wasn't afraid.

(DING DING DING!) "ROUND 2 STARTTTTT!"

With his leaner and taller body, Krisper closed the gap and landed a quick jab on Whopper's chin, sending him stumbling to the ground. (KAPOW!)

The crowd held its breath as the Whopper struggled to get back up, but he couldn't.

The referee counted him out, and Krisper was declared the winner.

Amid the cheers and applause, Krisper raised his arms in triumph while Whopper lay on the ground, bruised and battered.

The burger boxer had fought bravely, but Krisper's attack felt heavier and stronger than before.

As Whopper lay there, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was cheated from his prize.

He narrowed his eyes to focus on Krisper, only to see the same malicious smile on his face.

Whopper wanted to get back up, but he couldn't. His neck was broken, and his mustard was leaking.

Although Krisper emerged victorious in the end, it was a close fight, or so many thought.

The French Fry Man raised his arms in triumph, and the crowd cheered louder than ever before.

>>>

The underground boxing ring was a bizarre and twisted spectacle of violence and food, created as a marketing strategy by the corporation to entertain the public and promote their products.

However, it also became a powerful symbol of the corporation's power and influence over the city for the powers that be.

Bottle and Gesus loitered behind the backside of the Food Fight, paying little attention to the loud cheers and cries emanating from inside the underground boxing arena.

Posters advertising the event were strewn about on the ground and walls, and the enticing aroma of food wafted through the air, intensifying their hunger.

The duo patiently waited behind a nearby garbage can, biding their time for the perfect opportunity.

Their chance soon arrived when two staff members exited through the back door for a break. Bottle and Gesus immediately seized the moment and sneaked inside undetected.

The bright lights and thunderous cheers of the packed underground boxing ring assaulted their sight.

The crowd was pressed up against the ring ropes, fervently cheering and jeering as the fighters pummeled each other.

The noise was overwhelming, with the sounds of fists striking flesh, the crowd's enthusiastic chants, and the rounds and fighters being announced.

The ring was illuminated by a blinding neon light, giving the fighters an otherworldly appearance, as if the fighters were on fire.

As the next round was announced, Bottle and Gesus jostled and pushed their way towards the ring.

Despite their surprise at their success, the frenzied crowd remained too distracted to notice their intrusion.

And just before the next round was announced, Bottle and Gesus pushed and shoved as they tried to reach the ring with a surprising amount of haste.

Bottle quickly helped Gesus climb into the ring, at the same time he pushed the rope aside and also hopped into the ring.

“There it is, Gesus! FOOD!” exclaimed Bottle as they both made a beeline for Whopper, who was lying on the ground.

Bottle's eyes were immediately drawn to the mouth-watering aroma of freshly grilled beef and melted cheese wafting through the air. He knew he had to have a bite.

However, as he savored the delicious smell, Gesus had already started chowing down.

Bottle was surprised but couldn't help but smile.

They both relished the juicy Whopper, enjoying the soft and fluffy bun, the sweet and tangy sauce, and the savory taste of the beef.

As they ate, the announcer and Krisper froze in shock, and the entire ring and crowd were left paralyzed with disbelief.

Krisper's voice boomed through the ring, “Yo, what the fuck!"

The announcer's microphone clattered to the ground, creating a deafening static noise.

Bottle pounded his chest with his fist, coughing as he choked on a piece of hamburger.

(Cough) (Cough) "H-Hey!" he shouted.

"Can't you see I'm trying to eat here? Do you want people staring at you while you're eating? They'll think you're poor or something."

Krisper shook his head in disbelief. "YOU ATE HIM! YOU CANNIBALIZED HIM! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Krisper stepped forward, ready to confront Bottle, but the announcer stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.

"Wait, Krisper," he whispered urgently. "You need to remember, Mr. Mcdoodle is watching.”

“Surely you don't want to disappoint him? Besides, you still have 'that' underneath your glove, don't you?"”

Krisper was taken aback.

He had made sure to keep the brass knuckles he wore under his gloves a secret, but it seemed that the announcer had already found out.

“I’ve seen over one hundred fights and over thousands of fighters, Krisper, but don’t worry… I won’t snitch.”

(Gulp!) Krisper hesitantly asked, "S-So? What's the plan?"

The head announcer, Soft Drink man, spoke in a firm voice, "Just follow my lead."

He then picked up his microphone and addressed the audience in a booming voice, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE HAVE A NEW CHALLENGER!!!"

Walking over to Bottle while avoiding eye contact, Soft Drink man whispered, "What's your name?"

"Um... J. Bottle?"

"THERE YOU HAVE IT! A BONUS CHALLENGER CANNIBAL J. BOTTLE!"

Bottle exclaimed, "Hey!" as the crowd began to boo and hiss at him.

Soft Drink man smiled, proud of his actions and expecting a promotion for saving the Food Fight.

"KICK HIS ASS KRISPER!!!" the crowd chanted.

From that moment Krisper understood what Soft Drink man was doing.

He turned his head to the man in charge of ringing the bell and yelled, "RING IT!"

The staff heard Krisper's order over the noise of the unruly crowd, and the bonus challenger round began with the ringing of the bell.

“Uh-uh RIGHT!”

(DING DING DING!) BONUS CHALLENGER ROUND! STARTU!