[ WP ] Narrate the making of a sandwich in the most epic way possible .

The factions met at the Granite Counter, ready to fight. Ham, Cheese and Condiments would each send their strongest fighters to the Bread grounds for confrontation over who would be crowned the king of the Refrigerator. 
 
 Mozzarella was Cheese's choice; strong, yellow, he was very versatile, but he could havesome holes in his strategies. 
 
 Ham had a problem with his strongest fighter, Bacon, who had no fire within him, so they sent their second strongest to the arena, Smoked Ham, who was clearly the underdog in the fight, he looked old, not very pretty, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. 
 
 Ketchup, Mustard and Mayonnaise made up the Condiments faction, Ketchup and Mustard were like brothers to one another, and since they could only send one fighter, Mayonnaise agreed he should go, the correct choice, for he was the strongest of them. 
 
 But he got cocky. To the surprise of most, Mayonnaise was already in the Bread Grounds, wide open. 
 
 Smoked Ham knew not to go there, but the Ham faction did n't have his experience, they pushed and pushed him, until he had no choice, he jumped in the Mayo. Smoked Ham thought it could work, right before impact, Mayonnaise just stood there. They slabbed together, the impact was fierce. But Mayonnaise was fluid in his movement, he could easily defend himself. It had all been a bait. 
 
 Bits of Mayonnaise covered Smoked Ham, he would soon drown. Mozzarella understood the situation and jumped on top of both of them while they rolled in the Grounds. Smoked Ham had flaps that Mozzarella and Mayonnaise could not reach, and he used them to pound both at the same time. 
 
 Suddently the Bread Grounds shook. The battle stopped. A moment of silence followed and it calmed the competitors. Suddently something crushed Mozzarella from his back. He yelled in pain and confusion, had another fighter entered the battle? From what faction? But to his surprise, it was another piece of Bread. `` What the fuck was going on?'' they thought collectively. 
 
 The three fighters screamed in horror as the Breads moved them somewhere. They could n't even work in tandem to escape, neither of them could barely move. 
 
 They were crushed again, and then burned alive at 500 degrees of pure heat. The factions stood horrified, the shock was such that they could barely moved. And then they saw. Two Masters Hands. They were being forced against their will this entire time, they were being controlled. 
 
 Each faction was put in the Refrigerator again, until none was left. And then darkness befell them. Unrelenting, forgetful darkness. They went back to their lives without any recollection of what had happened, and they will only know when it happens again, a few days later, around 12 am, again and again for all of their lives.
