“Dude… that’s messed up,” Keith shook his head.
“Well I mean, I understand where he’s coming from,” Kylie pondered, “but to think so lowly of the maids… one is my teammates back home is a brainwashed maid, and she’s one of the fiercest friends you’ll ever make!”
“Well I know what I’m gonna do,” Keith decided, “Next chance I get, I’m hyper focusing on that rat bastard! Just you wait and see!”
“Well we’ll see,” Kylie grinned, lacing up her skates, “But right now, you an I have a race to catch.”
“You know it, sister!” Keith grinned, “Let’s get this on! Mr Anouncer! Kylie and I challenge each other to a race!”
“Fantastic fantastic!” the announcer exclaimed, “Alright folks! Let’s lighten the mood after that… frankly disturbing display… with a rousing rollerblade vs skateboard no holds bared race!” The stage transformed into a roller derby arena as the two competitors took their places at the starting line. “First to make fifteen laps wins it! Are you ready?!”
“Alright, Bessy,” Keith readied his skateboard, “This might be our last ride. Let’s put everything we have into it!”
“You named your board?” Kylie chuckled, “That’s friggin’ adorable!”
“This board’s been with me for so long,” Keith said, “that she might as well have a name. You don’t mind if I beepbox while I skate, do you?”
“Don’t you mean beatbox?”
“Nah, I said beepbox. Beep bop be bo bop! Beep!”
“Hey, whatever works,” Kylie shrugged, “Just try to keep up with me, shorty!”
On your marks…
Get set…
With the sound of a starting pistol, the skaters took off like the wind. Keith, he proved, was an expert trick skater with a knack for providing the speed. Kylie’s legs were pure raw power, propelling her at incredible speed for someone on roller skates. The two racers were practically neck and neck for five laps before…
“Let’s turn up the excitement and throw some obstacles into the course!”
The course transformed and filled with ramps and rails aplenty for the racers to take advantage of. Keith, still beeping out his own soundtrack, was able to take advantage of the obstacles better than Kylie. Both were exceptional skaters, but Kylie was trained for roller derby, not trick skating. Then, with five laps left, the track cleared itself of obstacles and was smooth sailing once again. Time for Kylie to make up for lost ground against Keith. They were neck and neck once more as they hit the final stretch. With the last of his energy, Keith jumped forward off of his board, giving him the last few crucial inches he needed to cross the finish line first. The race was over. Keith Luis was the winner.
“Huff… huff… Not bad, kid,” Kylie panted, “Nice save. Guess I’m your property now.” In another flash of light, the stage returned and in the blader’s place was a cat shaped microphone with a speaker at the other end. “Aww sweet! I’m a custom microphone! Thanks for not doing anything pervy with me, Keith! Wanna set me over by the prize table with the other kitties?”
“Sure thing,” Keith nodded, “but not before I drop a few victory bars!” He picked up the new mic, cleared his throat, and began to rap.
Keith Luis on the mic tonight!
Yo! I’m fixin’ to win this fight!
So listen to my name and remember it well,
Ha! Boyfriend dot X M L!
The crowd cheered the pint sized MC on, excited for the next game to begin.