
The first World Soy Sauce Drinking Championship ended in chaos today as participants unexpectedly began exhibiting signs of extreme salt poisoning.
Contestants aim to “chug” as many litres of soy sauce as humanly possible, with the winner set to take home a lifetime’s suppy of the fermented soybean condiment.
But as 300 “Soy Saucers” (parlance for the championship) started drinking heavily, within an hour many were rendered unconscious on the floor or enduring psychotic episodes.
Professional Moron was at the inaugural event in Bolton, Greater Manchester, to cover this terrible disaster.
Soy Sauce Drinking Championship
The brainchild of chefs Dave McMurray and David McMurrayson, the two conceived the idea when watching drunken students betting to drink a bottle of soy sauce:
"We was having a normal shift when we saw the lads in the restaurant getting rowdy. We was just about to kick them out into the street when we sees one of them downing a bottle of soy sauce. They was all so rowdy and delighted and having such a good time. We said straight away, 'That's something special.' And right there, the World Soy Sauce Drinking Championship were born."
Gathering funding throughout 2017 and 2018, the duo advertised for the event across Greater Manchester. With participants (almost all of them drunken students, for some reason) lining up, the June 2019 launch was set.
With paraphernalia and other marketing materials drawn up, the chefs were delighted to find 300 contestants ready and willing for the 3rd June 2019.
The “kick off” was set for 1pm, with the event held in Bolton Town Hall.
“It were ‘orrible!”
There was much anticipation for the start, with tension building amongst the audience and 300 contestants.
10,000 litres of soy sauce was acquired (“Not illegally… honest!” McMurray informed us) for the event. And at precisely 1pm, the contestants enthusiastically started to down litre after litre.
With the crowd roaring enthusiastically, these cheers turned to screams of unbridled terror within half an hour.
The first sign of trouble came when contestant #144 turned a funny colour, stood up, staggered, threw up, and annnounced: “Don’t let the toilet marry my wife!” He then lapsed into unconsciousness.
Many other contestants began to suffer the effects of excessive sodium intake. Contestant #233 sprinted past us with bloodshot eyes, veins popping out of her forehead, and all to the scream of, “My left leg is my mother-in-law!”
As pandemonium broke loose and the event descended into anarchy, through CCTV footage we were later able to discern what happened to various other particpants:
- #300: Can be seen scaling the walls of Bolton Town Hall whilst stripping naked. A security guard is in evidence attempting to control the man, who fell from a height of around 10ft and landed on a bottle of soy sauce.
- #10: Stands spinning around on the sport at considerable speed until becoming dizzy and falling over. Lies on the floor hurling up many litres of soy sauce. Nearby medics are clearly too disgusted to go anywhere near him.
- #44: Brown liquid (probably sooy sauce) is spewing from every available orifice. Staggers about in a panic and is last seen rushing from Bolton Town Hall into the street.
- #189: In a deranged frenzy grabs hold of the CCTV camera and attempts to eat it. Crashes down onto the floor with the camera and, consequently, ends all security footage of the event.
“It were ‘orrible!” David McMurrayson told us. “For next year’s event, we’ll bring along a few stomach pumps to make sure they can keep chugging for longer.”
Soy Sauce…prescription for migraine and chaos! Thank you for the information.
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That’s okay, human female. May I suggest ketchup instead?
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I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.
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Uh?
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I don’t know. Ketchup…hmmm.
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Jam?
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Yes, I’ll have jam or marmalade, on a crumpet please.
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Please see today’s post.
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Soy what? Aren’t Soy Sauce Chugging contests the norm everywhere?
Now…i f it was Tamari Sauce, I could see the uniqueness.
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Talk to the hand (I’m busy chugging soy sauce).
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Hello hand… ?
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Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name [bah, dum, bah, dum, bah dum dum dumm!!!!!]
The Doors.
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🎵…You think you’ll be the guy 🎶To makke the queen of the angels sigh 🎵
Love this song. Jim was an amazing poet/rocker/stoner!
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And handsome man bloke, simultaneously.
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gorgeous!!!!
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Yeah, well I’m a straight bloke, geeza, and yes he totally had the whole shindig down to a leather pants.
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He wore sex cologne… so they say!
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I’m not sure if he could get out of those leather pants. But, still, Freddie Mercury was the man for me. I’d have to give Jim the cold shoulder. Sorry, Jim. It just ain’t happenin’.
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No way Freddie tops Jim!!! You must be ill today.
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Personality, madam, I really connect with Mr. Mercury in that respect. Personal preference
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Okay, I can accept that.
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Good. All moments of acceptance on Professional Moron cost $450 Canadian dollars.
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