Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to any Mario games.
The roar of the crowd quickly fades to a muffled buzz as I take up my position on the starting line. In the first Grand Prix of the season, I begin in 12th place. A few of the other racers within earshot snicker and whisper misgivings about me.
I frown, determination etched into my very heart and soul. Let them laugh and doubt all they want; I will soon be at the front of this pack, making them eat their derisive words as well as my dust.
I mount my bike confidently; feel rather than hear the familiar rumble of the engine as I switch it to life.
Lakitu takes his position at the starting line, light signal attached to the end of his fishing pole. All the racers' attention are focused on the signal now. The crowds' cheering completely falls from my ears as Lakitu begins the countdown. I rev my engine in time to the changing lights.
Red…
Yellow…
Green!
My bike rewards me with a rocket start and I immediately shoot past several other racers...
…the dogfight for the title of Champion has begun.
AN: I was going to put a specific character but I decided that the reader should imagine their favorite racer. That way the story will be different for everyone.
Inspired by true Mario Karting events. That game makes me so competitive it's not even funny. Just thinking about not coming in first makes my blood boil with rage!
R&R please :)