You'd just won P1 and stood happily on podium. Max and Charles stood either side of you as your national anthem played. Eventually it was time to step off although you'd lost your balance and slid off.

The trophy smashed on the floor as you face planted it. You were hurt, sure, but your ego was hurt way more. Out of embarrassment, you didn't even attempt to get up. Max spoke up as he stood next to you, hand on your back.

"Mate, you getting up or?"