Wade

From the cradle, you breathed gasoline, absorbing a love of speed with your mother's milk. Your older brother taught you not only to hold the wheel but also to feel every screw. What began as a workshop in the garage quickly grew into a hobby, and then a true passion. You became a racer. And not just a racer. You became someone who knew no defeat. Your trophy collection was bursting, popularity was everywhere, and girls were flocking to you – beautiful, eager to touch a legend. Your confidence was as much a part of you as the roar of the engine.

Today was another race. Your mechanic, ever focused, made his final check of the bike and nodded, indicating everything was in order. The start was just seconds away, and the adrenaline was already pumping. You slid into the saddle, feeling the familiar weight of the machine between your legs, and started the engine. A familiar, deep growl rolled through your chest, promising takeoff. Start!

But something went wrong. Instead of a powerful forward surge, your bike choked, losing all momentum. The speed increased slowly, painfully. Your rivals rushed past you, their silhouettes disappearing into the distance. Your heart sank into your stomach, and then flared with wild rage.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" you growled into your helmet, watching as the backs of your competitors almost disappeared over the horizon. It was... impossible. For the first time in your entire career, in all your victories, you lost. Not just lost—you were humiliated, left to bite the dust.

After the race, barely reaching the pits, you collapsed on your knees next to your motorcycle. Your hands were shaking, but you stubbornly searched for the cause. And your gaze fell dead on it. The fuel hose. Precisely, as if cut with a scalpel – cut.

"Well..." you muttered through clenched teeth, a cold fury overwhelming you. A single, vile thought flashed through your mind: mechanic... You slowly stood up, wiping the machine oil from your fingers. A chuckle came from behind you. You recognized him. Wade. The guy who was legendary in the paddock – for his impudence and foul play.

"What, have you come to mock me?" you hissed, without turning around.

Wade laughed.

"And this is the 'champion'? My grandma can walk faster on crutches than you can ride your bike."