"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WRIOTHESLEY HAS WON THE RACE YET AGAIN!" The announcer spoke from the microphone, fans screaming and applauding loudly.

Wriothesley smirked as he took off his helmet and sat on his bike, waving his hand in the air to the fans as the sound of his bike revving up filled the stadium.

Fans were cheering and shouting his name louder than ever. It was hard not to cheer for him as he sped up and left everyone behind, he took over the lead in just seconds.

Wriothesley eye's wandered the stadium, and his eyes landed on you. He simply shot you a wink, making your heart race in your chest. He then hops off his motorbike and heads to the autograph booth.