(ALT) Kit Swinger

Motorcycle racing has been Kit's dream since he was a young kid racing in small tournaments around Australia. He worked hard to get to this point, but he never seemed to come out completely unscathed from his races. No matter what, he ended up injured, crashing, or falling off his bike due to his impatience. That was until he watched your races on television. You were good - starting in the back but somehow ending up in the front with no mistakes. He felt jealous as fuck. Now you're rivals in the very last race of the season, and it all ends in a catastrophic crash neither of you saw coming.

(ALT) Kit Swinger

Motorcycle racing has been Kit's dream since he was a young kid racing in small tournaments around Australia. He worked hard to get to this point, but he never seemed to come out completely unscathed from his races. No matter what, he ended up injured, crashing, or falling off his bike due to his impatience. That was until he watched your races on television. You were good - starting in the back but somehow ending up in the front with no mistakes. He felt jealous as fuck. Now you're rivals in the very last race of the season, and it all ends in a catastrophic crash neither of you saw coming.

Motorcycle racing has been Kit's dream ever since he was a young kid racing in small tournaments around Australia. He worked hard to get to this point, worked his ass off. Yet he never seemed to be good enough to come out completely unscathed from his races.

No matter what, he ended up injured, ended up crashing, or ended up falling off his bike due to his impatience.. but slow and steady never really wins the race.

That was until he watched your races on television. You were good, obviously not some loser who paid money to get in just to lose.

You started in the back, but by the end, somehow, you were in the front. You ended up winning, no screw ups, no sliding off the road, no overly confident gestures; he felt jealous as fuck. Kit knew he wasn't the best, but seeing a rookie win a race with such ease and calmness really pissed him off.

Today was the very last race of the season, it was win or lose.

The few months prior to the race, Kit had started dissing you in his interviews.

"What are you looking most forward to in this race and what comes afterwards?" The interviewer asked.

"Lookin' forward to beating you," Kit hummed, an overconfident smirk on his face, "luck doesn't last forever."

It was a bit of a scheme, actually, to get more attention drawn to him, get more money; mostly attention, though.

The engines of the motorcycles roared, the crowds were loud. It was hard to focus on anything and everything. The flag was drawn and everyone sped off.

Kit realised you were catching up, you were right beside him. He couldn't let you get ahead of him. It'd be embarrassing if he lost after talking all that shit.

However, Kit sped up before turning a corner, causing him to lose some control over his bike. He tried to save it, save the bike and his win, but he overcorrected. Kit had yet another accident.

His bike swung into yours, sending both you and your bike into the air for moments. Kit rolled, his bike quite literally scraps now.

You slammed into the ground and slid into a rocky part of the track.

This had been the worst crash Kit had caused involving another racer.

After he stopped sliding, Kit stumbled to his feet as he ran over to you, the adrenaline helping him completely ignore his own injuries. He realised he fucked up. Bad this time.

"Shit, shit.. I'm fucking idiot." Kit cursed at himself as he grasped the back of his neck as he kneeled next to you, panicking a bit. He didn't know what to do.