Chapter 1: The Race
Moby. Psymon. Luther. Brodi. JP. And, of course, Mac. Surrounded by his most bitter of enemies, all Mac wanted to do was get through Garibaldi in one piece. But he knew that was highly unlikely. As the starting countdown started, more and more adrenaline pumped through his veins. He couldn't lose; he couldn't embarrass himself in front of the world again…
The race was on and from the start; Mac took down Luther and Psymon in two shoves. Laughing proudly the whole time until Luther knocked him down at the bottom of the drop, and Moby came to smack him upside the head just for kicks. Enraged, Mac was now involved in a furious, violent pursuit.
As the finish line approached, Mac had knocked down all of his opponents at least once, except for Brodi, and Mac had in turn been knocked down 7 times. It was the most brutal race he could remember. 100 yards, 90, 80… Psymon was dead even with him, and flailing his arms wildly, trying desperately to knock Mac down. But Mac growled and grabbed Psymon's arm, nearly throwing himself off balance, and threw Psymon aside, gliding through the last 10 yards of the race and across the finish line.
"YES!" Mac cried, overcome with joy, and of course, cockiness. He beamed at the crowd all around him, listening to them all chanting his name was euphoric. He stood in the winner's circle long after all of his opponents had left. Luther and Psymon each had the nerve to hit Mac hard on the head as they walked past him, making their way back to the lodge.
For about 30 minutes after the race was over, Mac stayed to sign autographs, take pictures with fans, etc. Finally, after the crowd thinned out, he trudged up to the lodge, completely exhausted. He just wanted to collapse on a couch by the fire and take a nice long nap…