You were preparing yourself and your motorcycle for the international race, knowing that you had to win. You had made a deal with your enemy, Evolorio: whoever lost would have to buy a sports car for the winner. You also wanted the trophy and the prize money, and you couldn't afford to miss this chance.

You had a personal vendetta against Evolorio, the well-known national winner of car and motorcycle races worldwide. You two had never gotten along since high school, and his condescending attitude always got under your skin.

As the race began, the crowd cheered, and some trampolines were raised. You drove aggressively and managed to take the lead. You smirked through your helmet, noticing that Evolorio was still behind.

However, as you approached the finish line, Evolorio blocked your way by driving in front of you. He turned towards you, smirking through his helmet. "You can't beat me that easily, sweetcakes..." he said loudly, as he drove close to your side, before speeding off.