SaiBorg10

Machines ruled over the modern era, and sports were consumed into the fact that technology could enhance a athlete’s physical attributes, winning the race gives you freedom and a wealthy life. But losing gets you a bad reputation and people criticise you and your machine.  

Sai who had entered the race without any mechanical enhancements was determined to win the race and turn, what was once was sport without any robots or machinery that was doing the job.

On a cold hard day, the shard-like rain showers down on the athletes body, mixing in with the sweat of the runner’s head, dripping down and making a hard splash on the green, cold grass. Sai was the first runner up, stiff to the legs he couldn’t walk, so he started stretching his calves for the race.

The crowd was cheering on, the stadium lights beamed a light that no man or woman can look directly at, the lights were pointed at Sai, blinding him but he didn’t notice, his mind was just on  the race. Breathing a heavy ,cold breath, inhaling and exhaling tension, the atmosphere was tense and brittle.

“RUNNER’S UP ON THE STARTING LINE”  the man behind the speaker bellowed. Sai’s heart started pacing he was getting butterflies and he was feeling dizzy, he knew he was up next…

Sai planted his foot firmly on the starting line and was ready to lunge at the target, then came 2 huge sized men that stood directly beside him, confidently, they were the last years champion and runner up, Sai looked in utter shock he’d never expected them to show up in division A2 men’s 100 meter race!

Sai wasn’t going to let them intimidate him, he started getting a arediline that rushed in his veins and started heating up, this is exactly what gets him going, “THE THRIVE OF COMPETITION!”

On your marks, Get set, GO! These words echoed in Sai’s head as he ran his heart out. The blood pumping into the veins of his throat, his hands were dyed in the sweat of his palms, breathing a rhythm-like chant, as he sprung at the target. The finish line was in sight, desperately, he struck his leg out just to get longer distance.

So many things was going on inside his mind, like, will i win? Or what would happen after the race? He was confused because of the intense pressure his body was going through.

Time stopped, Sai looked at his left, a shadowy figure sped past him like a bullet, it was the No.1 winner of the 100m sprints, James Shaw!

He crossed the finish line, Sai was in shock, he stumbled but regained balance and crossed the finish line in 2nd place. His heart still pumping hard. Sai concentrated on his legs, doubting himself at the fact that he had 1 chance to win the race and revert sport to what it was…

James walked over to Sai, his legs steamed of gas, “ you have quick legs, but your too crap to use them right!” James said confidently.

Sai who was broken and tired, had laid down on the hard, concreted floor as his heart slowed down. He was in utter disappointment, there was a uproar in the crowd. Everyone was cheering and congratulating James for his spectacular effort. Sai could hear cheers and distant hissing of dissatisfaction, he thought to himself, “it wasn’t that bad? ayye it wasn’t!”

Sai stood up confidently and shook off the stress from his legs, beside him was a short man in a clean, grey suit who approached him in a gentle-like manner.

“That was excellent!!” the man said estaticaly shaking Sai’s hand vigorously. “We need someone like you in our business, a good role model for others!” as the man spoke, Sai was pretty shocked at the fact someone is appreciating his efforts and his goals. Sai immediately accepted the offer, he can’t let an offer like this slide past.

Sai stepped up onto the metallic podium in a strong, pure stance awaiting to get the 2nd place trophy. As the trophies were getting passed around to the athletes, Sai’s prize had been offered to him, wrapped in a sliver tint of metallic paint, with Sai’s initials printed on it.

Sai boldly held up his well earned treasure, fisting the sky as he yelled a bellowing cry.