"Killer Fighters, welcome to your first ever elimination ceremony." Chris grinned as he bends down to receive seven golden medals with the straps being in the Team colours.
"Here's the deal, for this season, instead of a marshmallow, it's a McLean Medal, made with with finest chocolate out there. Whoever gets one, lives to play another day, whoever doesn't, is out of the contest, and you can't come back, EVER."
The tense atmosphere suffocates the players, then Chef pops out something.
"Gwen." The goth looks at Chef with worry.
"Now I understand your claustrophobia, but you slowed your team down when you were rowing inside the cave."
"Yes sir?" The cadet asked.
"You allowed your emotions to get the best of you, whilst you made up for that, will that be enough for you to stay?"
"I sure hope so, Sir." Brick salutes.
"It's cool, dude, we got ahead of them anyways!" Lightning reassures him.
Percy just seemed unbothered.
"It's bad enough you've been pushing around your team before the challenge has even started..."
"What? They're just getting on my nerves, old man!"
"...But you've also decided to shove Lucy off your checkpoint zone before your team's Dragon boat have arrived! Not only costing your team the challenge, but also putting her in danger!"
His entire team glared at him with malice.
"So what?! She's just lucky she can still walk! She's just a massive weirdo who just stands there. Who does she think she is, trying to stand out by wearing that?!"
"See the old outhouse confessional?" He points at the outhouse confessional. "That's your voting booth,"
"Not an ideal voting booth, Chris." Gwen snarked.
"Just write down on a piece of paper, that is not toilet paper, the name of the person you want to eliminate and slot it inside the voting box."
The Killer Fighters are content, they've made up their minds.
"Now, get voting." Lucy stands up to head inside.