"Sería más bien un fracaso en lo que adoro entonces un éxito en algo yo odio."

"I'd rather be a failure at what I love then a success at something I hate."

The next morning everybody was woken up extremely early. 5:30 a.m. to be exact.

Dane sat on the floor after being kicked awake by Psymon. "Why are you waken me up at the ass crack of dawn?" Psymon only responded by dancing back into the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"The old school white boy dance won't save you now!" Dane called actually standing up clad in boxers.

"Half white boy dance," Psymon yelled back from the bathroom. A pair of pants were thrown Dane's way. Tom said something about decency and woman. Everyone was in a rush. Psymon had to arrive an hour early so all of the competitors could go over the courses and events and everything in between.

After going out to breakfast and a quick stop at a local 7/11they all arrived at the first course where the meeting would take place. Psymon said his good byes and walked up the group of judges and contestants. Everyone looked nervous and struggling to keep a good head. Psymon just kept sipping on his slurpie trying to calm his nerves as well.

They went over basic rules and regulations. Psymon made sure to meet all requirements even before they left for this little vacation. He drowned most of what they said out until they said "...on TV."

"Wait, what?" he asked.

The man with the long nose and reseating hairline cleared his throat, "I said, this will be broadcasted on TV. And residents of only Alberta will be able to watch on the ESPN channel."

That meant people back home would be able to see him, and watch him, and judge him, then make fun of him if he busts his ass in front of millions of viewers. He couldn't think like that, it would throw his game off. So he repeated in his mind, "Slurpie, slurpie, slurpie, slurpie……'

An hour of anticipation had whisked by and the games had finally begun. There were six people to go before Psymon and their first event was the half-pipe. One of Psymon's strong points. He studied their styles and estimated how much competition they were to him. Every now and again he searched the ginormous crowd for his family.

One kid in particular looked a couple years older then Psymon and the weakest even though the other people hadn't even gone yet. All he knew is that he went by Rowen and he looked like he met this kid somewhere before. His tricks didn't earn him many points because of the weakness and the presentation of them. Rowen had given him and couple other people dirty looks earlier. It seemed as though he was trying to shake up his fellow competitors. And that smug looked was definitely familiar, but where?

"Now at the starting gate all the way from Swift Current is Psymon Stark!" The voice boomed over the speaker system. Now the initial shock of nervousness had hit him full force. All eyes were on him now. Camera crew everywhere. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And another and finally pushed off when he was told to do so.

He started with a simple horizontal 180 barspin. He glided back down and up the other side doing a nac-nac. He did a few more simple tricks to warm up the crowd then started going bigger and more extreme.

He launched himself in the air with a tabletop backflip. Rolling to the other side he spun the handle bars while spinning in a 360 horizontally. And for his finale trick he pushed himself a little harder, flying a little higher. He let go of the pedals and handle bar and twisted his body in the air. He pulled everything back together as he came in for the landing. He skidded to a stop and waited for his score.

The numbers showed up in bright yellow and he was pushed to third place. The crowd went wild and the cheers were louder then ever. The voices grew louder and stronger along with his confidence.

Rowen stared him down. Psymon realized he beat him out for third and he looked pissed. "You think your sooo good don't you eh?" Rowen asked standing up, and being about six or so inches taller.

"No, some people just aren't good enough," Psymon smirked. This kid would have to take Monty's place while he was away from school.

Rowen sat back down crossing his arms as Psymon walked away.

Psymon's next event wasn't for awhile yet so he set out to find his family. He went down to the where all of concession stands were to see his spotted anybody. He did get compliments from random strangers and did kind of boost his confidence. He eventually found Melissa and Denise at a near by food stand and rushed over to them.

"Hey," he greeted them catching their attention.

Denise's eyes lit up as she hugged him. "Psymon you did so good. I swear I saw a tear in your fathers eye," she joked, "You hungry?"

"No, I'm too nervous. I felt like this all day."

Melissa grabbed the tray from the cashier as the three moved aside. "Don't be too nervous, you might puke goin' down the course," Melissa told him getting a glare from her mother.

They started on their way back to the stands as Denise tried to convince Psymon to go get food. They finally arrived as Tom said, "You did great out there, proud of you kid."

"Thanks dad."

Dane grabbed his hotdog from Denise and thanked her. He turned to Psymon asking, "Dude where's your bike?"

"Oh, it's in the storage crib, all the competitors have to keep them there," Psymon said taking a seat next to his dad to watch the race portion of the events. Rowen was in this heat. He wasn't doing too good. He wasn't sponsored like everyone else. The only reason he was in the competition was because he had a strong connection to the head organizer.

At last the final event was taking place. The jump of fate. This would determine final scores. They had to pedal as hard as they could to the base of jump then launch themselves into the air pulling off as many tricks as possible. What made Psymon nervous were the power lines that ran below the jump.

Psymon checked his bike for any repairs that needed to be done. He stopped before got to the chain because of his name being called. Rowen had returned from his jump and shot Psymon an evil smirk. Psymon gave him a weird face back as Rowen walked away like he already won.

Psymon got into his gate and waited in anticipation. This was it. The light shown red. Yellow. Green!

Psymon pushed himself pedaling hard and fierce. He was picking up phenomenal speeds and almost setting a record. Then…

SNAP!

"What the-" Psymon said trying to see what happened. The crank was too loose for comfort and his brake line had been disconnected, just enough to not notice. It was too late, he was already half way up the jump. "SHIT!!" he screamed.

Inertia had forced him into the air as he began to flip backwards loosing control of everything. "Shit, fuck shit, shit, AHH!"

The power lines were coming in close and there was no way to avoid them. Psymon finally hit them taken them down with him. He felt the wires wrap around his body as he felt the burning of the intense electricity. The shocking was unbearable. He finally passed out, hitting the ground with a dull thud in his ears, from all of the pain.