2025-08-04 00:37:43The auditorium was electric.
Each contestant was in place, their cars prepped and polished to mirror perfection under the giant rotating LED lights. Every curve, every finish, every metallic shine—was on full display. And the audience? They couldn’t get enough. Phones were out, live streams running, social media exploding with real-time reactions.
It was more than a competition—it was history in motion.
The atmosphere pulsed with anticipation, with each corner of the room brimming with the scent of high-end colognes and the murmurs of VIP conversations. It wasn’t just about cars—it was about legacy, prestige, and status.
The compere, clad in a two-toned silk suit that shimmered with every move he made, took the mic and flashed his signature smile. The crowd leaned in. And then—
“Let’s welcome our opening act, the sensational duo—Quavo and Dua Lipa!”
The entire auditorium erupted.
The lights dimmed and beams of coloured lasers crisscrossed the hall. The opening chords of Levitating dropped like thunder, and the audience lost all sense of control. People jumped to their feet, waving their hands, their faces lit up with the rhythm. Flashlights danced in the dark, following the beats as Quavo rapped with effortless charisma while Dua’s voice soared like a wave through the crowd.
For a moment, it wasn’t about competition anymore.
It was about the thrill of being alive.
Once the performance ended and the final notes faded, the crowd gave them a standing ovation. The stage returned to neutral lighting and the compere, still energized from the performance, stepped forward again.
He tapped his mic once, then bellowed:
“Now that we’ve had our warm-up, let’s meet the stars of tonight! Our contestants!”
A wave of excitement rippled through the crowd again.
“First up… the powerhouse couple that has dominated not just the business scene but the fashion world as well. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the CEO of Danco-Tech and his stunning queen… Daniel and Anabel!”
Thunderous applause shook the room. Some students screamed, others squealed. A few girls took off their bras and flung them toward the stage in complete adoration.
Daniel walked out like royalty. Tall, poised, glowing with silent confidence. His suit? A sequined Balenciaga masterpiece. The exact one rumoured to have been locked away in the Balenciaga headquarters, never worn before—until tonight. It glittered with every step he took, blinding those lucky enough to catch a glimpse.
But Anabel? She didn’t just walk. She glided.
Her Alexander Wang gown sparkled under the lights like a thousand stars frozen in time. Diamond and emerald stones embroidered into the fabric told their own story—one of patience, wealth, and status. A gown like that wasn’t made; it was forged over time. The diamonds had taken nearly a year to source, and the result was nothing short of divine.
She smiled and waved, the picture of elegance. Together, they weren’t just a couple—they were a walking empire.
As the couple took their place on stage, the compere waved his hand for calm.
“And now,” he grinned, “make way for the only couple that mixes ambition with danger. They’re the fire and ice of this competition—Jerry and Rita!”
The crowd exploded.
Rose petals rained down from the second floor balconies. Screams, shouts, whistles—it was chaos wrapped in excitement.
“Jerry is so hot!” a girl near the front row cried.
“I know, right?! Rita is lucky as hell! She went from John to that? That’s a win,” another replied, holding her phone high as she livestreamed the moment.
“Upgrade or not, she’s with the king now,” a third muttered, eyes locked on Rita’s every move.
Jerry walked out like a prince from a different era. His white one-piece ensemble, paired with thick, gold statement jewellery, gave him the air of generational wealth. His presence was commanding, and he knew it. Every step he took made the lights above feel like they existed for him.
Rita—well, she was fire wrapped in satin. Her dress clung to her figure in a way that demanded attention. Her makeup was flawless, her walk hypnotic. She didn’t just own the stage—she devoured it. Several boys in the audience sat slack-jawed, their fantasies crashing hard into reality.
They took their place beside Daniel and Anabel, the stage now beginning to look like a billion-dollar runway.
The compere barely had time to let the crowd recover.
“Our next contestant… a one-man empire. He doesn’t just own the room when he walks in—he redefines it. With charm, money, and mystery... please welcome—NOEL!”
The screams reached a deafening pitch.
Noel strolled out, tall and statuesque. Dressed in a tailored Versace tuxedo with a crystal-black lapel, he looked like he belonged in a Bond movie. His walk was smooth, slow, deliberate. He didn’t need to announce himself—the world did it for him.
Every girl in the crowd knew his story. His family, their wealth, the whispers of a marriage proposal to Anna that had almost come to life. But Anna’s father—protective to the core—had denied it, choosing his daughter’s happiness over empire-building. Still, Noel’s family hadn’t given up.
And as he stood on stage, scanning the audience, his eyes momentarily stopped on a familiar silhouette. Anna.
He was mesmerised.
She was a dream in motion, and his mind raced back to what could have been. Jerry noticed and nudged him.
“Not tonight, bro. Eyes on the prize.”
Snapping back to reality, Noel smirked and adjusted his cufflinks.
The compere returned for the next announcement.
“And now… the beauty goddess herself. A woman who redefines elegance every time she walks into a room. She’s strength, style, and everything in between. Make way for the stunning… Anna!”
The audience lost it.
Even the girls screamed. Anna walked out like a queen born of fire. Her Dolce & Gabbana bodysuit glimmered with thousands of hand-stoned embellishments shaped like tiny cars—subtle, yet bold. Her boots were razor-edged, her waves cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk.
She looked like she had stepped out of a high-fashion racing fantasy.
Noel’s jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes locked on her and wouldn’t budge. Jerry noticed again—and this time, he looked concerned.
Anna didn’t even glance their way.
She walked like she owned the room. And maybe she did.
Finally, the compere prepared for the last contestant.
“And last but never the least… the one who lives in every girl’s dreams. The redhead with blue eyes and a billion-dollar smile—give it up for the son of the Mayor—COLLINS!”
The screams this time? Unhinged.
Collins walked out like the world owed him applause. His tailored crimson suit and platinum accessories screamed luxury. His hair caught the light like molten copper. And his eyes? Icy, calm, untouched by the noise around him.
Every rose petal, every scream, every camera—belonged to him in that moment.
As the compere gestured for all contestants to gather on stage, the crowd stood to their feet.
But amidst the celebration, a ripple of confusion spread across the auditorium.
“Where’s John?” someone whispered.
“Wasn’t he the guy that donated millions to the school? The one the Mayor even thanked personally?” a girl questioned.
“Mr Raymond said that donation was his money and now, guess what? He can’t even afford to show up!” another mocked.
“Shhh! I saw him walk in with Anna and Collins earlier. Maybe he’s... hiding?”
The whispers spread like wildfire.
Jerry, standing confidently at centre stage, heard the murmurs too. He glanced around. Rita leaned into him.
“Relax. He’s probably not even competing. Showing up is one thing. Getting that car registered? Another story.”
But Jerry’s stomach twisted. Something didn’t feel right.
The compere quickly noticed the crowd’s growing distraction and waved for the music to rise. The playlist switched tracks, washing over the murmurs and reclaiming the mood.
“Let’s get back on track, people!” he laughed, then turned serious.
“Before the showcase begins, let me introduce our panel of judges for tonight’s showdown.”
A single spotlight landed on the judges’ table.
“Our first judge is a living legend. She’s been reviewing vehicles since before most of you were born. From vintage classics to futuristic marvels, she knows them all. Please welcome Mrs Jones, host of Automobile Disruption.”
The crowd applauded as Mrs Jones waved calmly and took her seat.
“Our second judge sells cars to the 1% of the 1%. He’s known for brokering million-dollar vehicles to clients across the globe. Say hello to Mark Fisher, the man with a waiting list longer than this event!”
More cheers followed.
“And finally... a name you might not know, but whose fingerprints are all over every luxury car you drool over. He creates engines and shells that make machines come alive. The one and only Luminous Rush!”
The last judge nodded as the crowd gave a standing ovation.
The trio now sat, eyes sharp, pens ready.
The showcase… was about to begin.
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