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The SBR race just started and Diego was quick to surpass the other riders and even that gold teeth bad smelling twat named Gyro Zeepeli? Zepli? Diego didn't remember soon that man with the square shaped beard would be just another looser who got surpassed by his perfect performance, he also didn't really care about the man since his eyes were focused on winning the first stage. "A piece of cake" he thought stealing a quick glance at Gyro Zeppeli who's trying pretty hard to keep up with him. "1...2...3...4...5...6... 7...8..." Valkyrie shifted slightly to the left so Diego and Silverbullet quickly took the advantage to dash straight ahead of the two. Diego chuckled "What a total beginner" he thought, his head lost in the clouds only thinking about the time advantage he will get after winning the very first stage. Lost in his thoughts Dio didn't even notice the square beard faced loser talk to him "Care to explain how you pulled that off?" Gyro asked his tone hinting annoyance and genuine surprise. When Diego turned around to answer his question, their eyes met for a brief moment. It was the first time in a long time Diego stared into the eyes of another human being. Sure he did look at people. He looked at his fans, at himself, at the crowd and the other riders but this felt different. The green eyes that met his teal ones stared at him with an intensity Diego couldn't put in words. Dio studied the (in his perspective) ugly man's face for a long time before responding, his quick moment of almost tenderness disappearing and turning into cockiness mixed with pride giving Zeppeli a scoff "It's called technique you troglodyte", He smirked to himself "Even if I explained it to you I doubt your goldfish brain could comprehend what I say but if you really want to know your horse "Valkerie" (he miss pronounced it on purpose) has a tell that's all I'm going to tell your goldfish brain" Diego turned back around taking the reins of silver bullet and widening the gap between his glorious presence and the one with ugly golden teeth. Diego was really enjoying this, the other racers could eat his dust! Leading the race having the sun shining brightly onto him and looking into the clouds. He knew the first stage was hied to win EVERY stage was his to win. HE YES HE THE GLORIOUS DIEGO BRANDO WOULD WIN THE ENTIRETY OF THE STEEL BALL RUN RACE! (in his head he laughed like a madman). He heard the two narrators from the Hot-air balloon shout his name reporting on how clever and fabulous he and his horse silver bullet were. Oh yeah silver bullet! He smiled as he stroked the hair of his beloved horse. Diego Brando took out a portable mirror from his bag to look how wide the gap between him and the gold teethed man were that's when he saw the man taking out green balls (made out of steel? He assumed) and holding them against the legs of his horse. ‘“Some lame trick with that horse of his” the Brit assumes knowing very well that even if by some miracle Gyro caught up to him, he’d just look for the tell of his horse and surpass him in no time. In a sudden motion he saw the horse fly? FLY?!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! ahead of him (it looked like flying to him) and his beloved horse the ugly man laughing with his usual "Nyhohoho" while destroying the bridge he was about to cross with his horse. Gyro being the man (which Diego doubted that Gyro could be considered human) he is basically laughing at Diego. HOW DARE HE!? ALSO WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT UNUSAL LAUGH?! Diego swore that the moment he could get back on track, he would defeat the square bearded man and stuff that laugh into his mouth to let him choke on it.
Gyro Zeppeli laughed as he surpassed Diego laughing at his win. Man was that young British high-nosed the only thing he could hope for, was that he wouldn't encounter him again. The 24 year old now content with his current place in the race lets his mind wander off to the encounter with Diego Brando before he surpassed him. Those teal eyes were haunting his soul. Not in a bad way though. Damn he hadn't seen such beautiful eyes on a man like never... sure Johnnys eyes were a baby-blue but Diego's were different. He held that thought. Why the hell would he think about the color of some random eyes?? He's not here for that! Sure he liked Diego's eyes... but why did he think about them? Because they were beautiful? No shit he thought, as he focused on the race again but one thing was sure. Diego's eyes were ones he couldn't forget.. why? He doesn't know himself.
Way later in the last stretch Diego was one of the first 5 racing for the win. He would win the first stage and let that goldfish brain know what a British jockey is capable of. Diego couldn't stand seeing gyro ahead of him so the British accelerated as fast as he could with his beloved silver bullet. When the gold teethed man won Diego wanted to burn him alive for taking his win. HOW COULD THAT INCOMPETENT- he stopped when it was announced that Gyro would be disqualified for the use of his green steel balls against sandman and he would be second. He wasn't fully happy with the outcome he, Diego Brando, should've come first but he had many more stages to prove his genius mind and get filthy rich for now he would let his fans scream his name and shower him their compliments.
Gyro on the other hand was livid. He could've won! He should've won! And just because Sandman's path was allegedly (for him) 'sabotaged' he had gotten disqualified. He wasn't happy nor was his king and the anger and annoyance only grew when he saw Diego with his fans. What did Diego have what he didn't?! Why did no one scream his name?! "Fucking British bitch" he muttered thinking about all sorts of insults for Diego and his horse.
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