Gooman guides his wheel somewhat steadily down the city streets. He's completely exhausted, and his eyes are on the verge of closing.
"I didn't sleep a wink last night, I was so… nervous about the match…" Gooman says to himself, before taking a turn.
After taking this turn he gracefully glides through the crowded parking lot before going through the gate in the back for the racers to prepare their car.
He grips the door handle, huffs then steps onto the concrete. He switches his gaze to the nearby building, which he must enter.
"This is my first conference in a while, sucks I won't have much energy…" Gooman complains.
He makes his way towards the largish building which has people cheering all through out it. When he nears the door the whole room goes silent.
The door slowly opens, and the room breaks into cheers upon Goomans arrival. "Go Gooman!" Someone screams…
"Gooman win the western title!"
"Gooman, Gooman!"
Gooman jogs to his seat in front of everyone taking his position precisely beside coach Vulcan.
Vulcan looks angrily towards Gooman. "You didn't sleep again? That's why you lost your chance at the title last time!" Vulcan says loudly to Gooman.
"I know, I know… but I'll win trust me." Gooman replies.
Gooman yawns then leans forward, turning is head for him and his opponent catch a gaze of each other, and as if Gooman had a caffeine overdose he springs to action.
He handles the microphone, and pulls it from the strap before standing up and jumping aboard the table.
The whole crowd goes pitch silent, and Gooman begins to speak.
"Everyone whom gathered here today!" Gooman starts.
Takeshi and Shiba are sitting side by side in the crowd watching this unfold. "Whys he being so formal?" Shiba asks Takeshi.
"I'm not sure, Mabey to scare his opponent?" Takeshi replies also unsure.
But Goomans still talking:"Today everyone who will witness this race, will gaze upon world history!" He shouts.
"This race shall be-" He's interrupted…
"Whatever!" MurderGator shouts.
"No-one cares about your rambling except for your fan boys. So shut your dumbass up, let's get to questions!" MurderGator seems to order.
Gooman grunts, before slamming his mic into the table. "Shut the Fuck up!" He screams resulting in MurderGator standing.
MurderGators coach Roseluk attempts to drag Gator back down, but it's too late.
MurderGator charges forward with a fist spring loaded, while Gooman stands still.
Takeshi grins:"I wouldn't recommend that!" Takeshi says breaking into a laugh.
MurderGator pushes aside a guard, before attempting another. He's pushed back, and Gooman sits back down.
"Looks who's making a fool of themselves!" Gooman chuckles into the microphone.
Gator is angry, and jumps back gripping the mic with all his might. He lifts it up to his lips, and says:"Well then let's do the match now shall we?"
Gooman smiles on the outside, but on the inside he's more nervous than a sheep fighting a lion. "This won't be easy, but I'm sure I'll win." Gooman says to himself.
The whole crowd has reached peak anxiousness while Gooman and MurderGator have both reached the top of the beef mountain.
They give each other one last stare, before they both stand up in the same instant. Then the two men walk towards each other, and they continue to walk.
They inch forward each step bringing them closer to the result. The crowd is silent as a tree frog that doesn't croak, and they are as impatient as a bee.
Gooman and Gator stand before each other, then two men walk right past each other. Leaving the crowd in a state of confusion.
"Why did they walk past each other?" Someone questions aloud.
"I wanted to see a fight!" Another complains to the air.
"Come on! We want some action!" The final guy says, before the room breaks into chaos.
Cups are thrown up onto the empty stage, causing the light bouncing noise to echo through the small auditorium.
The janitor will be pissed later, but for now it's the crowd that's feuded. They are all throwing their beverages and even a tomato flew up somehow.
MurderGator exits the room first, while Gooman follows shortly behind, leaving with a simple wave to the crowd.
"Now it's only a few hours away, I need to calm down" Gooman states to himself, while his heart pounds through his chest.
He approaches his car, and barely opens the door. He's so nervous that on his way home he can hardly think straight.
Once he arrived at his home, Gooman swiftly dashed into his home, and began a cold shower.
"I only have three hours until the match, my heart won't stop pounding!" He cries, shivering in the cold drench.
The water continues to wash over him, he's using no soap as this shower is only for waking him up.
"Mabey I should've taken a nap instead?" Gooman wonders aloud as he turns off the shower.
"I still feel exhausted, it barely helped…" he says quietly gripping the towel to dry off.
He turns over his phone, and sees the time is now 2pm. He only has one hour until the match begins.
"Crap!" He screams to the mirror. He bangs his hand on the bathroom counter, "why did I challenge for the title?!?!"
He laughs and laughs:"Gator, I'm going to…" He chuckles more and more.
"KILL YOU!"
A short while later Gooman stands before coach Vulcan with both hands clenched inside of his pants pockets. "Listen Gooman, this may be your most important match yet…"
"If you lose, the title may slip from your grasp forever, and I mean that!" He informs.
Gooman gets a little anxious and chuckles slightly:"Don't worry I won't lose!"
He turns his back to coach Vulcan, Vulcan is angered. "There's something I need to tell you about Gator!" Coach Vulcan announces.
"Hmm what is it?" Gooman turns around with a smirk carved into his face. "To beat him, you must attack and don't let up." Coach Vulcan informs.
"Remember he has lost before, and every time has been to an attacker!" He says, sparking an idea in Goomans head.
"I got it coach!" He replies, "don't worry, I promise not to lose." He adds.
"I'll bring home the title, and give our team a name!" He smiles, before turning back around walking to his car hands still in pockets.
He grasps the wheel while taking in a ton of air. Mere meters away from the track, and yet it feels as if he's already on it.
His nerves are wracked but he's ready, and he will present to be confident because his strategy shall allow him to win.
His car moves across the track until he's lined up with Gators car. Takeshi and Shiba sit side by side in the stands impatiently waiting for the match to begin.
"Come on Gooman, bring us to the national league!" Shiba shouts.
"Yeah do it Gooman!" Takeshi calls out!
"You've came far, now show them what our team is capable of…" Coach Vulcan says to himself.
MurderGator presents a devious grin inside his car, the white of his car washing over Goomans, sending a chill down his spine.
Gooman is drenched in sweat, the nervousness has led to this, and he's hoping it doesn't end his efforts.
"I tried my hardest in sparring, but I underperformed. I'm going to full throttle!" He screams before the scene shifts towards the starter.
The flag points towards the heavens, before it's swung down like an axe. Two screech's fill the air, causing multiple people to shield their ears.
They both take off, Gooman is still side by side with Gator. Neither of them has taken the lead and it's as if they are choreographing.
Goomans eyes widen as Gator begins to acquire a forward position even if its narrow progress.
"I'm not about to lose in front of all these people!" Gooman screams stomping onto his gas pedal.
He's launched forward, and takes the lead until he's two cars ahead of MurderGator.
The drift is near, and Gooman shifts his weight allowing him to easily clear the first turn, but now…
Gator has caught up…
"I'm in the lead, but that's a problem." Gooman states. "He may not be able to defend, but his attack proficiency is nothing to joke about…"
MurderGator clears the first turn right after Gooman, closing his distance he's now only inches behind him.
"Your under stress, it has to be getting too you!" Gator points out with a smirk… "I'm going to pass you!" He screams.
Gator slowly moves right, Gooman matches his movement keeping him behind.
Gooman dashes left attempting to prevent an attack from The man, then he goes right, but Gator dashes left once again.
MurderGator dashes forward with a smile trailing Goomans right side. "But! HOW?!??!" Gooman wonders in the form of a scream.
"Dumbass, I feinted left I never actually committed to it!" He laughs.
Now MurderGator is in the lead, and he expands it. Creating a 3 car distance, Gooman now is struggling to catch up.
He bangs his wheel:"why can't I keep up! I trained all this for nothing!"