User:Nextoy/Slider/0

For anyone interested in high-action sports, there was nothing quite like the Blizzard Games. Ice Racers from all over the world come to compete in this underground Extreme Sport between skill, talent, agility, and control over the slippery surfaces under them.

Each race took place on an icy track that almost looks like something out of a video game with different curves, obstacles, paths, and ramps. Some twisted with sharp corners, others spun around, and there were even basic loop tracks for newer members.

The different racers slid and darted through the icy racing track, going around the tracks and through hoops to try and gain any advantage. The crowd cheered on their favorite ice racers, each side even more passionate than the last. The racers, slipping along the icy surface of the track with specialized boots, were even doing tricks to show off their flare as they passed one another. Some spinning to get around obstacles, others jumping over parts of the tracks with stylish flips and turns. With each successful landing, with every place gained, and after passing a single lap the crowd roared in excitement.

After the elimination rounds of the league, only four were left: Cold Touch, Frostbite, Freezer Burner, and “The Slick, Stylish Slider Sub-Zero” (also known as Triple S Sub-Z, or simply Slider). Each known for their world-record abilities in their boots, special gear for the Blizzard Games made with smooth bottoms to allow them to slide along the ice with the only traction being on the sides of the boots, and each herald as sports royalty.

Each contestant was well known for their talents and abilities: Cold Touch for her unique equipment that allowed her to almost defy gravity while on the ice, Frostbite for her aggressive - and sometimes dirty - racing tactics, Freezer Burner for the power of his ice leaving various icy obstacles behind him, and Slider for a legendary level of agility and dexterity that rose him through the ranks despite it only being his second season.

Cold Touch was in the lead, her slender form allowing her to slick around even along the sides of the track, after having dodged past Freezer Burner's ice crystals by sliding on the wall and jumping off. She spun around in a full flip before landing and another spin still just to taunt Frostbite. Half way through the landing spin she stopped briefly, sliding backwards from the momentum, and saluted her opponent with her index finger left curled before turning back around and zooming off.

Freezer Burner, now in second, was not too happy about the recent passing. He upped the power on the afterburn on his boots, creating a wave of snow-like dust behind him as he tried to catch back up to the cheeky girl ahead of him. With his larger frame and powerful gear he would easily be able to knock the reigning champion off her throne.

Frostbite was in third and keeping close, sliding along a separate path from the other two There were several other obstacles to deal with, but with her higher road it would be faster to keep up and jump in.

In last was the underdog Slider, casually slipping between pillars as he kept close to Frostbite. However he didn’t actively try and move past her and kept to snaking between columns. A clever grin was on his face, however. He had a plan, and it was going to bring him into first.

The crowd roared as the race went on, but some fans were left hanging on the edge of their seat. The underdog had made it as national champion in his first year, but why wasn’t he giving it his all?

“With one lap left in the race, our contestants seem to be putting in the rest they have for the final stretch!” The announcer called out on the intercom of the large, indoor stadium. “Having just past Freezer Burner, Cold Touch is now in the lead! On the other side Slider seems to be out of steam. Has Frostbite tired him out?”

“Come on James… what’re you doing..?” One girl asked in the stands, looking straight at Slider and his lazy weaving. His hands were behind his back as he snaked between the obstacles and keeping a close tail on Frostbite, though the other competitor was getting annoyed at his lazy movements.

“Back off, newbie!” She yelled at him, grinding against the ground to try and kick snow up at Slider. His grin opened up into a toothy smirk, his teeth shining white against the lights. Feeling that she had gotten the rookie off her back, Frostbite turned around and focused back on the race; only to see Slider darting out from the snow and right past her.

“See ya in the winner’s circle!” Slider cheekily called back to her, looking back and waving momentarily before darting on through the course. Frostbite, now enraged, darted quickly after him.

“Slider has gotten his kick back as he passes Frostbite, with Freezer Burner and Cold Touch still dancing along the first-place title!” The intercom announced, the crowd roaring louder for a short moment as Slider’s fans were nearly ejected from the stands in excitement. “At this rate it won't be long till we have our winner, folks!”

Slider continued to dart and weave along the track, dodging Frostbite’s attempts of getting him out of third and back behind her. “One last ramp,” he thought, “one ramp and I’ll be the champion!” Eyeing his prize, Slider used up the last of his energy to boost up to a ramp on the side of the course, sliding up and jumping off it. The crowd goes wild as he flips and spins in the air, with only a couple more seconds till he’d win his first world championship.

But that prize wasn’t one he’d be getting ahold of.

Just as Slider sticks the landing, arriving just between Cold Touch and Freezer Burner, the doors around the enclosed stadium blasted open. Mercenaries swarmed into the facility, shooting at the guards and ushering away the crowd into contained groups.

The contestants turned around, confused by the chaos. Slider, however, had only one thought on his mind: “No, Maria!”

“Now nobody make any dumb moves, alright?” The intercom ordered after a bashing sound had been heard over it. “We’re going to be taking a couple people and leaving, and anyone who tries to resist will be shot on the spot.” It explained, with a shared, grim expression having appeared on the once-rivaled contestants. Slider and Frostbite nodded to each other, starting to slide towards them. However Freezer Burner, using his large stature to his advantage, grabbed both of them and held each one back.

“No, we’d best stay here.” He explained, using a low setting of an anti-acceleration mod on his boots to keep them back. The mod allowed him to use similar jets like the afterburners on the back of his boots to stop himself faster by jetting out to the side; aiding in the taction that are already built into the boots themselves.

“Let go of me you big lug!” Frostbite demanded, struggling against Freezer Burner’s grasp and punching him. Cold Touch slid over and helped him keep Frostbite still, trying to calm her down.

“No, he’s right… there’s not much that can be done right now.” Slider told them, looking solemnly towards the icy ground below them. Eventually the remaining people were released from the mercenaries as they drove off.

“We’ve captured them, sir.” One of the soldiers reported, though no radio was on him.

“Good.” A man spoke in a regal tone. “This should draw out those fools that wish to rout us. Alright men, bring them to our main base. I wish to see some of the hostages personally.”

“Affirmative, sir.” The soldier reported back before his vision cut out from his leader’s sight. The regal-sounding man got up and walked around the militaristic, pseudo throne room. His clothing and form matched his voice, almost like that of a modern-day king.

“Now let’s hope they send someone I can interrogate. Someone who will tell me what even my eyes can’t see. Then I shall truly become God.” The man thought, with two others walking into the room. One was large and had weapons strapped everywhere to him, while the other was lanky and had but a sniper rifle strapped to his back.

“Sir, requesting orders.” The lanky man asked, both of them kneeling down.

“Eagle Eye, I want you to scout out the enemy base. Wait until noon tomorrow to begin, otherwise you may be spotted prematurely. Cat’s Eye, I want you to stay here and guard the base. We’re expecting guests, and a gracious host always has a welcoming party.” The man ordered, with both of his nodding. As they left he sat back down in his seat. “You are both dismissed.” He finished, with the two soldiers leaving the room; the doors automatically sliding shut behind them.

“Hehehe. This shall be fun.” He thought aloud, his eyes growing misty as he returned to watching his soldiers.