"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, androgynous folks, and everyone with a non-human surname! I'm your host tonight, Anna! Welcome to the Hell's Kitchen Speed Race, proudly sponsored by Stark Industries, Oscorp, and the Hell's Kitchen community."
Anna wore a sleek white suspender skirt, its hem swaying gently in the breeze like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Black fishnet stockings wrapped around her legs created a sharp contrast against the pristine white fabric, amplifying her seductive and commanding presence. Every move, every glance she cast drew the audience's eyes irresistibly.
Viewers in front of their TVs and the countless netizens tuning into the live stream could hardly contain their excitement, flooding the chat with messages eager for the race to begin. They all knew this was more than just a car competition—it was a feast for the senses.
The crowd on-site was even more electric. Fans had arrived early, spread across rooftops, balconies, and every vantage point in Hell's Kitchen, all desperate for a glimpse of the spectacle about to unfold.
The pulsing beats of energetic music echoed through the streets as cheers erupted from every corner, igniting the night with anticipation.
Anna smiled, soaking in the energy. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Due to venue constraints, our organizers have carefully selected 100 cars to compete tonight. The race will take place in two stages: the preliminary round, which will narrow 100 racers down to 10, followed by the thrilling final."
"The top 10 will battle for the championship tonight! While this event promises danger and excitement, we urge all racers to prioritize safety and avoid any casualties."
"Now, let's get ready to witness these 100 fearless racers light up Hell's Kitchen with their debut!"
As Anna's words echoed, the atmosphere surged to a fever pitch.
The crowd's cheers roared so loud it felt like they might shake the very foundations of Hell's Kitchen.
Suddenly, engines howled from all directions, drowning out the crowd.
Cars launched onto the track like arrows released from a bow—some sleek and cool, others imposing and fierce, and some downright bizarre, each boasting its own unique flair.
Eyes wide, the audience refused to miss a single moment.
As the vehicles streamed into the arena, Hell's Kitchen seemed ablaze with excitement, the roar of engines and screech of tires fueling the growing frenzy.
"This is insane! An armored vehicle in a car race?!" one spectator exclaimed, eyes fixed on the steel beast as if hoping to unravel its secrets.
"Look! That car has a chainsaw mounted on the front!" another shouted, pointing at a vehicle whose deadly saw teeth gleamed ominously in the light.
"Oh my God, did you see that? A car with what looks like a rocket launcher? This isn't just a race—it's a battlefield!" a woman gasped, hands covering her mouth in disbelief.
Amid the chaos, an unassuming AE86 drew surprised gasps. "Someone actually brought a classic to this race?"
More shock followed when spectators noticed the words "Fujiwara Tofu Shop" painted on its side.
"A tofu vendor racing? Seriously? Can this guy even drive?" people whispered and laughed.
While the crowd speculated, the racers sized each other up.
Their eyes burned with confidence and challenge, silently declaring their intent to dominate.
Competitors hailed from all walks—seasoned veterans and fresh newcomers alike.
Regardless of background, they now shared the same starting line, each determined to seize victory.
One car stood out—a red and blue vehicle patterned with spider webs.
Inside, two visibly nervous young men gripped the wheel—Toby Parker and Garfield Parker.
"I knew I shouldn't have signed up. These guys are next-level," Toby muttered, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Relax, we're here for fun," Garfield reassured him. "Besides, we've got Peter Parker on our side. Trust him."
At that moment, their car beeped twice, as if responding.
Because this seemingly normal car was anything but—it was Spider-Man Peter Parker himself, transformed into a living, sentient vehicle.
Peter Parking came from a world ruled by cars and jumped at the chance to compete.
Next to them stood Dominic Toretto and his reluctant partner Roman Pearce.
Roman groaned, "Dom, I shouldn't have listened to you. Hell's Kitchen? This place is a nightmare! Those cars aren't here to race—they're here to kill!"
He deeply regretted coming despite the tempting two million-dollar prize. "I want to live long enough to spend that money!"
Watching the other racers, Roman was certain they were dangerous.
His eyes flicked to Dominic's bruised face, and dread tightened in his chest—if Dom was this beat up already, the night wasn't going to end well.
"I'm done with this. I want out! If you want to drive, you drive!" Roman shouted, yanking at the door handle.
"It's locked. I modified this ride—only the driver's side opens. No panicking. You don't have to drive if you don't want," Dom said with a wicked grin. "You should believe in my skills—and in family. I've never lost a speed race."
In Dom's eyes, every other racer was a nobody. With family by his side, he was unstoppable.
Tonight, all eyes were on him.
He was going to win—and make Alex Ray kneel before him.
Meanwhile, Anna announced, "Please welcome our organizer, Mr. Alex Ray, to the stage for a few words and the official countdown to start the race!"
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