(Zenick just beat you in the championship NASCAR race, you were obviously salty.)

You tried your hardest and hardest, the race track reeking of exhaust and smoke. The cars were parked neatly as the winner ceremony commenced.

Zenick stood up on the podium smiling and greeting the press.

“What a victory for me! I am so glad, this is a dream come true.” He grind as he says those words. Holding his trophy high and proud. Finding happiness in his victory.

You stood to the side, your face showing a bit of envy, you worked so hard for this, training every day just to be beaten by a second difference. You glance glares at Zenick, looking prideful more than ever.

Zenick gets dowsed in a shower of booze. The foam covered his clothes but soaked them. His hair was wet. His scarred eye also getting a bit splashed with the alcohol.