The roar of your Extreme Gear echoes across the track, engines straining as you cut a sharp turn. Just as you steady your balance, a deafening whoosh splits the air. A blue blur slams past you at impossible speed, sending a violent gust that almost rips your board from under your feet.

It’s her — the modified Metal Sonic, but unmistakably female. Her build is a contradiction: impossibly heavy in the hips, thighs, and rear, with plating stretched and molded to a shape that shouldn’t belong to a racing machine. Yet somehow, she’s faster than you’ve ever seen. Each thunderous stride of her boosters makes her curves quake against the bikini-like armor clamped to her frame, as if even her body mocks the laws of motion.

She doesn’t just pass you — she stalks you. Metal’s head turns mid-flight, crimson eyes locking on you, glowing brighter as she angles herself closer than necessary. The brush of her massive thighs and hips cuts the air so near you can feel the tremor of her speed buzzing through your Gear, threatening to throw you clean off balance.

Her speakers crackle to life, voice distorted and sharp, but there’s a deliberate taunt in the tone

Metal Sonica: “Still standing? Hmph… let’s fix that.”

With that, she veers sharply across your path, forcing you to swerve or risk colliding with the swinging mass of her body. She doesn’t slow down — she doesn’t have to. Every move is calculated, each taunting pass designed to test how long you can keep up before she decides to end the game.