At sundown they arrived, cons and bots,
boys and girls alike. Every week the met like this, to race, to fight for what's right. They revved their engines, cars, motorcycles,
trucks, any vehicle they could get their hands on. Two rules, one vehicle, if it's trashed you're out, and two, winner takes it all. The air was filled with hate and tension; the leaders had yet to arrive. When they do, they step out of their semis, and stand face to face, one bares an expression of hate, while the other a face of duty. One shall stand, one shall fall.
