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Livin' On The Edge->Part 1
Set in the BAD Era; 1987 Michael was the best motocross racer there was. Nothing or no one was able to beat him in a race. People at the race track would say he was cocky, and it would wished that someone would just come in and beat him at his own game. It was just any other day, Michael had just gotten done making his rounds, resting with his brother Marlon. They rested, drunk some cold water, and raced the other racers going around the track. Michael-You know Marlon, I sit here you watching these racers going 'round the track, right? Marlon-(After drinking a sip of water)Yeah, why? Michael-Why I ask, you say? (Smirks) I asked mainly because the irony of it all is that I believe I can do far better than any of these racers out there. Marlon-Mike, Mike, Mike... Michael-What?(Rolls his eyes) Marlon-You can't be gettin' cocky out here. You have no idea if someone is gonna be able to kick your ass or not. Ya know what I'm sayin', man? Michael-Yeah. Marl, who in their right mind is goin' to beat me? Really?(Stands up)I'm like the best racer there is here. Marlon-Yeah. And you got some competition, too. Michael-From who? Marlon-(Points to a racer who had pulled in from the race track)That guy. For the first time in his whole career, Michael actually felt a little timidated by the new racer that he was looking at now. The racer was dressed only in black leather from head to toe, and his bike fit the same color as his clothes. His face was sheilded with a black helmet. Michael wondered if he could go and say something to this new, strange racer. Michael-Who is he? Marlon-(Smirking, looking at his brother)New guy. Michael-New, huh? Marlon-Yeah, came here early this morning. He hasn't took that damn helmet off of his head since he was here this morning. He don't talk, either. Michael-Think he's too good to talk? Marlon-Oh he might be one of them people who don't comunicate great. Michael-Either way, I'm getting that dued to race me. Marlon-I'd watch out if I was you, Mike. Michael-What for? Marlon-He might not talk, but he can ride. Michael-Oh, trust me, I'll be the judge of that. Marlon watched as his little brother walked over to the new racer. Cocky, like always. Rolling his eyes Marlon fallowed right behind Michael. Once Michael was to the new racer, he started being the cocky ass he had been acting like since he had started racing. Michael-Hey! Racer-(Turns to Michael) Michael-Hear ya don't talk to anyone? What think your better then us? Racer-(Says nothing and looks at the handle bars of his bike) Michael-(Grabs the racer by the shoulder, causing him to look at Michael)I'm talkin' to you! Marlon-(Trying to get Michael to let go of the racer)Damn, Mike, fuck! Go easy on the kid. Michael-(Shakes Marlon off him, points his finger towards the new guy)Listen here fucker, don't know what you're promblem is...but you comin' 'round my turf acting all big and tuff, you're gonna get brought down. Fast. Understand? Marlon-(Rolls his eyes, throws arms in the air walking off) Racer-(Still says nothing but looks at Michael through the shades on his helmet) Michael-Listen, dude, I like seein' people's eyes when I'm talkin' with them. So if you could just- Racer-(Snatches Michael's hand that was trying to lift up the his helmet shade) Michael-(Takes his hand back)Alright. I got somethin' for ya. Racer-(Watches, gets off his bike) Michael-(Throws a punch) Racer-(Grabs Michael's punching fist with his fist) Michael-The hell? Racer-(Swing arm back and brings it forward, punching Michael hard in the face) Michael-(Falls to the ground holding his nose) Marlon-Mike!(Runs to his brother, helps him up)Ya okay? Michael-The fuck do I look alright? Marlon-I'm just tryin' to help! Michael-Whatever, man. Where the hell is that jackass!? Marlon-What jackass? You seem to be meeting more and more of them everyday. Michael-Fuck. The jackass that just fuckin' diked me, man! Marlon-(Points)Ya mean him, Mike? Michael sat up to see the racer riding off on his bike. Michael was dead set on racing this mysterious guy, no matter what anyone says he was going to race him. He just had to wait till they crossed paths again. What both Michael and the mysterious biker don't know, that will soon happen. Just one is going to look quit different and what happens will be life changing from anything anyone would have thought could happen. Wait till Part 2 to see what happens.
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