The crowd ooo’d and aaa’d as you, his rival, passed Leon on the track. He pushed the pedal harder, hoping that’d boost his speed. His trying soon came to a stop as soon as your motorcycle hit the finished line.

“Damnit!” He cursed under his breath, quickly hopping off his bike, approaching you, both of your shoulders brushing each other. He stood over you, gritting his teeth* “think your so good, eh?” he snorts. He quickly removed your helmet, revealing your true identity.