The crowds were screaming for more blood, more destruction, more action and explosions.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The announcer hailed from his little announcing box, "We are here at the Figure 8 of Death motorcycle track with our competitors today..."
Their names and a hell of a lot of flashy graphics went up on the big screen which dominated the arena.
PURPLE BLAST-MK2 - You won't see him coming!
BLUE LIGHTNING - One streak and it's all over!
5 RED COMETS - Fire burns and so does this man!
GOLD STAR - He's in it for the money!
GREEN MACHINE - Lean, mean, and stream - lined!
CRAZY GREY - Let your anger shake the ground!
THE BLACK BULL - Prepare to be gored!
WHITE KNIGHT - He will impale you!
CATCHER CYAN - She's gonna boil your bunny!
"...You can practically see the anticipation coming from both the crowd and the competitors. Folks, the stage is set for one hell of a match."
Meanwhlile, down on the figure of 8 course, the 9 competitors were already lined up and ready to go - and yell at eachother.
"You're all going down." Black Bull first taunted.
"Bring it." Catcher retorted.
"Imma win tha race." The Green Machine was already revved up.
"Oh you lot couldn't race the tracks of yer grannie's skivvies." Purple Blast yelled.
"LET THE..." The brakes were released as the announcer started...
"...CARNAGE..." Everyone slipped into gear...
"...BEGIN!!"
[MORE SOON!]
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The announcer hailed from his little announcing box, "We are here at the Figure 8 of Death motorcycle track with our competitors today..."
Their names and a hell of a lot of flashy graphics went up on the big screen which dominated the arena.
PURPLE BLAST-MK2 - You won't see him coming!
BLUE LIGHTNING - One streak and it's all over!
5 RED COMETS - Fire burns and so does this man!
GOLD STAR - He's in it for the money!
GREEN MACHINE - Lean, mean, and stream - lined!
CRAZY GREY - Let your anger shake the ground!
THE BLACK BULL - Prepare to be gored!
WHITE KNIGHT - He will impale you!
CATCHER CYAN - She's gonna boil your bunny!
"...You can practically see the anticipation coming from both the crowd and the competitors. Folks, the stage is set for one hell of a match."
Meanwhlile, down on the figure of 8 course, the 9 competitors were already lined up and ready to go - and yell at eachother.
"You're all going down." Black Bull first taunted.
"Bring it." Catcher retorted.
"Imma win tha race." The Green Machine was already revved up.
"Oh you lot couldn't race the tracks of yer grannie's skivvies." Purple Blast yelled.
"LET THE..." The brakes were released as the announcer started...
"...CARNAGE..." Everyone slipped into gear...
"...BEGIN!!"
[MORE SOON!]
