Asher returns to the Top Gun garage after a hard day of racing and in a fit of rage kicks a chair in front of him.

" avocato borat borisj merah Put that coffee down! Coffee is for closers "

'The car is weak, the car is weak' 

"you're fucking weak!" 

Asher starts to walk around the garage "we are getting killed out there, what's worse we are getting beat by a fucking cat and a fish" 

"A B C ........ ALWAYS BE CLOSING, ALLLWAYS BE CLOSING!" 

"We need to close the gap on these guys, we have tomorrow to make it up! Remember, first prize is a Cadillac El dorado, second prize is a set of steak knifes and you want to know third prize? Third prize is you're fired!"

Asher looks around and sees a lot of confused faces "for those of you that haven't the famous scene in GlenGarry Glen Ross, you have homework to do before tomorrows race day!"

Asher walks out of the garage with a determined look on his face.

The sound of the PA powering up rang out over the racetrack as the onlookers gripped the edges of their seats, watching the teams with white-knuckle fury. With a familiar electric flair, Barb’s voice crackled over the stands: 

“Gooood afternoon Thunder Hill! Welcome ta day two of Philadelphia’s THUMP Cup! As you can see there’s a lot  a action on tha track today, Ladies an’ Gentlemen. No doubt about it, history is going down... and so are some of our drivers!” She chuckled, half the crowd responding, the other groaning. 

“Thanks ta some... “interesting”... maneuvers by they’s drivers, yas favorite Motorsport team is taking ANOTHER hard ‘phucking’ today. But, not ta worries. Not ta worries. Hugh’s ride ‘em rough and leave ‘em lagging approach seems ta be rubbing off!  There’ll be no shortage a hardball for yas today, gents. No siree. As that sweet “Crunchie” cake, miss red Velvet has been swingin’ for tha fences all day long. An’ ya boy Tony_Alacchi ain’t far behind, pulling NO punches in team Nextcar’s signature Mercedes Benz. These two is out for blood, lemme tell yas. And they’s findin’ it in abundance here in day two!” 

She paused as a line of cars zoomed past the stands at Doppler speed, the force of the wind shaking the creaking seats. “Well, well,” Barb cooed, “It seems The Supreme, Kaya, took her team’s performance ta heart yesterday. Makin’ up for lost time, she’s cruising in tha clear this afternoon! And it’s a damn good thing, too, since Team Nextcar seems ta be DOWN A MEMBER! Anyone seen Hector? That bastard owes me a bottle a tequila. Damn shame. Those philanthropist types are always flakey.” 

“Moving on to our finned and furred friends a tha raceway, Nala seems ta be attempting a ‘roaring’ comeback while “Ze Fishy” - whose name NO ONE can pronounce - continues their... his? Their?? What’s tha proper pronoun for a fish anyway?” There was a pause as she mumbled something over her shoulder to Takkar. “Ah, WHO CARES! Fish Face is keeping tha same ferociously fierce strategy we’ve seen from day one, swimming along at a smoothe pace at the head of the race.” 

“That just about wraps up our progress for now, folks. Stay tuned an’ stay sharp, there’s more ta come from our thumpy drivers yet!” 

With a static ring, the PA cut out, leaving the onlookers glued to the track. It was a busy day, and they still weren’t through. WHO would come out on top? It was anyone’s guess!

Nighttime was fast approaching and the racers were speeding around the course like bullets before darkness arrived to slow them down. So far there had been just the one knockout but Takkar knew that the course would claim more victims before day two ended.

"Aye Ze Fishy is one slippery customer isn't he Barb. Not a single racer has come close to catching up to him," Takkar kept his eyes fixed on humu. "Look at him tackle those turns, its like he knows the track like the back of his hand. The Fishies have a great shot at winning this tournament as long as they remain focused and don't fall prey to the dangerous Apex Predators."

"Hold on. I'm getting word that El Quimico has been extradited to Mexico and will be missing the rest of the tournament," Takkar shook his head in disappointment. "Looks like he won't be buying you that drink after all Barb. Perhaps that Holy Roller fella could buy you one," he chuckled and then added in a serious tone, "This does not bode well for team Nextcar does it?"

The race dragged on late into the night and Takkar was slowly dozing off at the table when the sound of firetrucks woke him up. " Wait wha.. what's going on." He picked his binoculars and peered into the distance. " It looks like the Clown has run into some troubled times. Oh my, look at the state of his vehicle, he is definitely out of the race." As soon as Takkar set the mic down to get some coffee, another collision occurred. "A double blow for TopGun. Little Red has dozed off at the wheel and she has crashed.... that's another Christler down!"

Before the day was done, two more racers succumbed to fatigue. Dead fish and Rolling Stone. "With each team losing at least one driver, the race is balanced in terms of personnel. But it is evident who is in the lead and who is lagging behind at this point. Day three might change all that if we see new strategy being employed," Takk ended the broadcast.

Humu laughed hysterically as he drove his car with the determination of an ichthyic madman. He was swerving on the straights not caring if he'd hit another vehicle, a unsuspected bystander or rodent. He surely was leaving around enough roadkill for the others to bump over and lose a few bolts left and right. He looked over his shoulder and saw Nala and Zola in the backseat and not too far off he saw @JohnnyCrist and Granite speed along in their vehicles as well. As he noticed that Zola had indeed fallen asleep so bad that not even nala's claws were waking her up he knew she'd be done for the rest of the race and it was up to the other 4 of the team to make sure they kept their lead.

As he kicked the pedal to the metal, shifted up to the 5th gear he gazed at the next bend combinations and made his plan for the clean and fastest way to pass them. He was unsure which car was closest to him but it started to gain on him, he knew his brakes were awesome so without breaking at the pre-indicated spot he sped on, breaking only last minute and getting past the bend without even feeling the other car was in his shadow. He chuckled again and shouted:

Eat my dust mother˘^°^°ˇ^°ˇ^°^˘`˛°%!=/!+

The large cat sat in the seat of his Imperial roadster. He had sped past hugh and saw the crash. He couldn't slow down to see the wreckage but saw the flag up signaling he was okay. Phew, that was worrisome. He stepped on the pedal and crossed 'The Fish'. A man who had been fairly unscathed thus far.

He sped past him and slowed up on him, letting him enjoy the back of his roadster. As he laughed, he pulled off so Ze Fishy could speed up and gain on him. It was okay, Avocato was tired and ready to enjoy a break. He was slowing down to the dugout so the crew could repair the tires and check all the air pressure.

If Avocato could talk, he would say hello and welcome to his friends and associates in the race. He brushed up against a chair and meowed, signally that he was hungry.

Humu grimaced as the big cat passed him, he had been so focused on the combination of corners and the oncoming chicane he hadn't paid too much attention to his mirrors and as gasps came from the backseat of the Alfa, he saw @JohnnyCrist clutching his chest and turning pale and then blue. Ahhh man, another person down for the count, he hoped that Granite and the already very tired looking lioness nala could keep up with his franctic speed.

He jammed the clutch and downshifted for the next uphill bend hoping to take over avocato when the car in front of him suddenly veered to the right. He saw the cat getting out and mashing his face into some odd looking food bowl while his team mates took the car and shot off in a different direction than the circuit.

Ze_Fishy ignored it and kept on driving hoping to keep ahead of the mercedes as well and weirdly enough that t-ford was in his mirrors too. Whoever was driving that piece of scrap metal was doing a helluva job!!!

As he rounded the corner he also saw the mercedes veer off course, now he was wondering what was going on. Did something happen, as he drove on until his tank was empty he also swerved into the pitlane. As the car was filled up and JC carried to the hospital eliminating him from the contest he asked around and some greasy looking guy said that somewhere in LA there had been a couple of drive by's killing some prominent folk.... Hmm maybe that is where the others went to... ahhh well it helps me expand my lead he thought to himself.

After a full day of hunting the leaders of the pack the damage toll was clear and many cars were smoking and broken at the side of the road while Eazy weaved through the chaos in front of him he could not shake the presence of Hosico as if like a cat hunting its prey 

''Eazy knew that taking out one cat there would be bounce back as they look out for there kind''

He had no second thoughts nor any trouble pushing Avocato through the barriers and down the cliff into a fiery inferno of death, for a strange reason there was an overwhelming smell of avocado and burnt hair.

Now on to the rest he thought to himself but not before stopping back home for a rum and cola on ice.

Eazy was off to a good start for the day picking up an early position closing in on the slippery fish

As he was driving he noticed bellowing smoke from up ahead and put his pedal to the floor to find out what was going on up ahead bit it didn't matter how fast he drove the smoke would never get any closer, the remaining racers moved in very mysterious ways. 

Humu was still whiping the sweat from his fishy brows, maaan had it been a hard day at the tracks today.

He had been cornering the **** out of those corners, but at all times he had that creepy cat in his rear view mirrors.

And as he pulled along some rubble of previous car parts he always heard that mysterious baby giggling, he was getting frustrated... That big baby harison, was always 1 step ahead of him and bust his moves all the time Ze_fishy was getting some rest and let others drive the Alfa.

He knew unless the little guy would be tossed out of the open car by a massively big bump, he would have a hard time catching up.

He glanced sideways at Nala and Granite and gave them serious nods, they'll need to be on top form from now on!!!

"The race is entering its final phase," Takkar began his announcement. "There's been some serious on track action the past couple of days. Day four was exciting and it saw three teams being reduced to just one member each. But day four also had some disappointing moments. Seeing the Maverick getting knocked out was shocking, especially after the fight he put up." Takk continued as the racers started preparing for a new day. "Another disappointment was seeing the Beauty exiting the race. She was a crowd favorite," after facing away from the mic Takk added, "and mine too."

"The racers are ready and there they go," Takkar raised his voice as a cheer erupted in the crowd. " The battered Christler owned by Borat is being chased down by a pack of racers. Ouch!," Takk flinched. "The Kazhak is attacked from all sides folks. He can't take much more of this pounding. Smoke... black smoke is billowing out of his hood impairing his vision." As Takkar looked on he saw the BigBaby accelerate towards Borat. With one swerve, Harison pushed him out of the tracks before speeding away. "And there we have it. Team TopGun is out of the races."

Takkar turned to Barbara_Braganza, "Can you believe that Barb?" They had a powerful machine under their command and a bunch of experienced racers and yet they are the first to get knocked out." he shook his head. "It just goes to show that almost anyone has a chance to win this tournament..."

Harison shook himself out his daze as caught himself daydreaming while careening around the track....daydreaming about his father who lost his life just a few feet away tragically, he is racing in his honor....

His team may have lost a few members but he knows he wouldn't be in this position without them, now it's down to him and Hosico to take down the trophy for the Apex Predators.

Just as his short attention span caused him to start daydreaming now about the Apex Predators bringing home the trophy, he realized he saw a fishy up ahead rounding the next turn, unaware of Harison's steadily-gaining position behind him.... 

Harison slammed the pedal to the metal and couldn't help but let out a crazed giggle as he then started to daydream about spinning the fishy out once and for all and leaving humuhumunukunukuapua in a pile of his vehicle's own flaming debris.....

The PA crackled to life as the day wound to a close. Barb, seeming tired but intrigued sang out over the crowds, “What an amazing turn a events we’ve seen today! It almost seems like there’s some witchy business happening out on this final leg, what with how “supremely” Toaly was run off tha track. Not ta mention seeing Nala on tha sacrificial altar of Ze Fishy’s quest for icythian domination. No one is safe from that scaled menace. Even his OWN TEAMMATES!” 

“Eazy seems ta be hangin’ on for dear life. His grip’s so tight, I’s can see those white knuckles from here. An’ it’s a good thing too, because our teams are dwindlin’ down more an’ more everyday. We’s Is down ta tha wire, Ladies an’ Gentlemen. An’ it’s a fast-fraying one at that, with only 6 drivers remaining. Proving that it takes far more than heavy machinery OR tha hosts favouritism ta claim tha THUMP Cup.” 

“That brings us ta tha close of another mind blowing day here at Thunder Hill. Place yas bets for tha final stretch now, and we’ll see’s yas all back tomorrow for another round of nail-biting eliminations. And remember: no sleepin’ in tha stands, no shaggin’ in tha parking lot. And above all...” 

Barb paused and grinned wickedly over her shoulder at Takkar, “uWu!” 

The sound of a mic drop echoed out over the stands as Barb darted for the door, not even bothering to turn off the PA as she narrowly avoided Takkar and melted into the throngs of departing spectators. 

Pulling into the Nextcar garage after yet another grueling race, Kaya got out of her car and leaned against it for support, letting out a long sigh as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. The once beautiful Benz was now close to being nothing but a mangled heap of glass and metal, and as Kaya looked into her reflection in the cracked windshield, she could see that she was equally worse for wear with bruises and scratches all over her. This was the first day she had to race alone as her teammates were all either eliminated, injured, or incarcerated in Mexico so it took a bit of a toll on her... she felt exhausted and beat up. She couldn't imagine racing another day in this condition -- all she wanted to do now was go to bed and take a nice, long nap like Hosico always does.

She absentmindedly listened to the day-end commentary, managing to garner the energy to smirk a bit when she was reminded of how she ran Toaly aka TriviaBot's Least Favorite off the track. Maybe she could go out on that high note, she thought. Maybe it was enough... the fatigue was just weighing her down at this point and she was considering just lying low and taking the L for the next day when she heard the two-syllabled word that gave her life once again.

"And above all.. UwU!" Upon hearing Barbara_Braganza say that, Kaya felt an otherworldly sensation run through her, she could only explain it as the spirit of UwU possessing her. She felt like a new person, and miraculously her wounds all healed in an instant and she felt amazing. She ran out of the garage in tears, shouting. "UwU provides again!"

And the bystanders stared at her wondering if she'd hit her head a little too hard. Perhaps she should consider wearing a helmet for the next run of the race.

velvet watched on after setting up camp hiding from the blistering sun and ferocious dust storm in a tent cheering and hollaring  Harison as he over takes kaya, granite and Eazy making executive moves "go harison Gooloogong!"

she watched humuhumunukunukuapua  fish tail his car around a few corners slipping slightly narrowly escaping a punge down a large drop as he tries to keep on par with Harison holding her breathe she sighs in relief as she couldn't handle such a tragic end.

Watching  Kaya white  knuckling the steering wheel on humu's tail with determination in her eyes was enough to scare anyone granite close on her tail smoke pluming from the engine you could tell he was just followinglights, tyres screeching, metal crunching in the distance echoing throughout was the sound of utter mayhem.

Humu was still shaken up by the events of the past day... He had been forced to push out the big cat on the back seat Nala, she was just simply too heavy and the bigbaby with only a little kitten on his backseat was gaining on him since they were carrying less weight.

He still had this big block of granite in the passenger seat next to him, he was hoping he'd be able to use it for something later on in the day. MAybe he could chug it to harison and smash his windscreen and make him miss a turn and smash out of the race... hmmm... Fishy was dreaming of how that would look like and was slowly losing his focus... he was slowly getting exhausted for sure

Bam, poof, dang, clang, ouch… as Nala regained a little consciousness, she felt sharp pain rushing through her body with every thump she made on her way down the cliff. She roared in anger and pain the BETRAYAL!!! she had been chucked out of the car by her own team. As she succumb to the pain her vision went dark and she was enveloped by some strange dreams she had no idea what was going on. Flashing colors- strange voices – but then.. some known voice. Was that.. no it can’t be… is that the Lion god??? As she regained slightly more awareness she realized it was Asher’s voice… he sounded weird, like he was talking under water a little like Ze_Fishy was talking at times. With some mental effort she tried to focus on his voice and discerned his tone was worrysome and picked up a few words …. will she ma…. … recovery…. impo… .. to the family ….. x doctor… As the strain was too much on her bruised and banged up body she relented and fell back asleep

Asher barks at the receptionist "Where is nala being treated?" Asher then quickly moves down the corridor to the treatment room.

"How is she looking Doc? How long will she be out for?" Asher listens to the doctor tell him she should make a full recovery in a day or two and be up in no time at all.

Asher pauses for a moment and reaches into his pocket and slips the kind Doctor a wad of cash "keep her sedated for a few extra days, I could use the break and it will also mean she wont dice as much"  

Patting the Doctor on the back, Asher leaves some grapes on the bedside table and walks out of the room.

"What a day we had yesterday Barb, " Takkar started. "We saw the PHUKED team exiting the tournament when the dangerous EazyRider was finally knocked out. He fought till the very end for his team, an admirable effort indeed. The day also claimed Granite, making it the second time the Fishies sacrificed their own teammate for the greater good." 

Takkar looked on as the racers prepared for the seventh day. "The teams are getting their machines ready for another challenging day. We have four racers left standing and they have a tough day ahead of them. Reports suggest a dust storm moving in from the east." He scanned the tracks with a perplexed expression, "Wait... aren't we missing someone.."

The doors of the commentary booth flew open and Ze Fishy walked straight over to them, picking the PA from Barbara. "With a heavy heart, i, Ze_fishy the final member of the FF team, with backing of my team would like to make the formal announcement that our team effectively as of now shall be retiring itself from this competition," he said before turning around to leave the room. The crowd gasped and a low murmur began in the stands.

"This is unbelievable and saddening," Takk groaned. "You heard it right folks. Ze Fishy, one the most skillful driver in the tournament is retiring. This news has stunned the audience into silence, you can tell by their reaction that he was the favorite. With this new development, the race is now between the tenacious Nextcar team and the wily Apex Predators."

After informing the contestants of the changes, the race day finally began. Not much action happened the first few hours but right before noon the Supreme launched a calculated assault. "The sloth is being stalked by the Supreme....How the tables have turned, the predators are being hunted down. I can see the blood lust in her eyes all the way from up here, " Takk shouted into the mic. "Bigbaby and Hosico have switched to a tight formation to keep her at bay but will that contain her..."

The desert began to shift as the winds picked up and the blinding dust storm rolled in. "The visibility is quickly dropping, I can barely see the tracks from here," Takkar stood up from his seat and continued, "Wait.. I see something. One of the A-Bone's have stalled." Takk squinted for a better view. "It's Harison... looks like his engine has stalled. He is a sitting duck out there. The supreme is not gonna let this opportunity slip past her. She is moving in for the kill... I think this might be the end for Harison."

From out of the sandstorm, like a genie she appeared. Hosico the fucking Sloth. With a resounding thud that could be heard miles away, she slammed into the Mercedes sending Kaya careening off the tracks. The W25 did a couple of barrel rolls before turning turtle. "And there we have it. The Nextcar team has been eliminated and after seven grueling days we have a winner," Takkar screamed as the crowd went wild.

"Good evening ladies, gentleman and animals, " Takk addressed the crowd from the podium. " The THUMP Cup has finally come to a close. Seven days...for one whole week this tournament had captivated and entranced the citizens of Philly. We have had it all in this tournament. There were ups and downs, there were days filled with joy and some full of despair. Emotions ran high as is to be expected and we have had our share of drama." Takk paused and looked at the faces of the racers gathered before him. " But now that we have come to the end of this roller coaster of a ride, we have to put all that behind us and come together as fellow competitors. Its time to celebrate what these racers have achieved. What they did the past few days was no easy feat by any means."

"Team TopGun," Takkar turned to his left. " With your flashy cars and even flashier moves, your team kept us thoroughly entertained throughout the race. Asher with his slick driving managed to effect two knockouts. Borat and Avocato with their consistency made sure that the team lasted five days in the tournament. Well done guys."

Takkar turned to the next group, "Team PHUKED Motorsport.... A powerful team that did some serious damage for six continuous days. Lead by the dangerous Eazy and supported by two skilled teammates. The maniac Hugh and the talented Karizma. Together you guys put up a wonderful show that awed spectators and commentators." Takkar nodded at them before turning to the third team. 

"Ah the Ferocious Fishes. You guys were the crowd favorites, leading the pack for days. The brilliant fishy mind of humuhumunukunukuapua made sure that your team was a serious threat for six whole days. Nala and Granite diligently stuck to the plan with some skillful driving of their own. And JohnnyChrist," Takk grinned, "He kept us on the edge of our seats with his theatrics and magical driving." he then added in a serious tone, "I know you guys were unhappy with some of my decision leading to the events of the past day. But that is the nature of this tournament and I hope we can get past it."

"Now the runner ups. The Nextcar team. You guys ran into some trouble with the law but that didn't stop you guys." Takk smiled at them, " Tony_Alacchi and Saanvi were simply amazing with their sharp moves and then we have the mystical Kaya. Was she good or was she good! She gave it her all.. right till the very end. Brilliantly done Nextcars."

"And finally the winners of the THUMP Cup," Takkar faced the Apex Predators team standing beside him on the podium." You guys proved that skill and talent trumps money when it comes to racing. Smart maneuvers performed by Toaly and Velvet powered their team during the early phase of the tournament setting them up for a win. Harison with some stealthy driving managed to dance through his competitors. And that final knockout punch by the magnificent and sneaky Hosico will be remembered for years to come."

Taking the trophy from its case, Takkar walked over to the Apex Predators team and presented it to them as the crowd went wild , "Congratulations Apex Predators on a well deserved victory!"