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Fight Club Peakness-update 13

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Fight Club: [link]
Entering the URA's Kentucky Derby: [link]

Level : L2

Discipline: Racing,dirt. 8-12 furlongs

:bulletred: Preak Preps:
Prep 1 [link]
Prep 2 [link]
Prep 3 [link]


:bulletred: Preak Training:
[link]
[link]
[link]


:bulletred: Derby Preps:
Fountain of Youth [link]
Florida Derby [link]
Arkansas Derby [link]

:bulletred: Derby Training:
[link]
[link]
[link]
[link]


:bulletred: Monthies:
April [link]
January [link]
Jan proof of second place [link]
trainging for monthlies [link]

Races:
URA Kentucy Derby - 2nd place- [link]

Woozle's Spring Bash [link]
Spring Bash Extra [link]

Kings and Queens Show Race [link]











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STORY IS DONE



“oh…yeah that’s the spot..” Lance heaved a relaxed sigh as he lay his head down. Heather was sitting behind him on the couch messaging his shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t win the gold for you..” he added.
“It’s fine Lance, I’m still extremely proud of you both. It’s a challenging field and let’s face it.. He’s a challenging horse,” she murmured as she kissed his cheek.
Lance smirked, "Evil horse that is...I wonder if we'll cause an upset this next leg...Heist stole it last year maybe we can plaster Iron Dune Stable all over the Preakness again this season..."
Heather shrugged a little. "Well...no need to get carried away, but it would be nice to at least place. "


"What the H***?!" roared the inspector as Fight Club ripped the man's shirt with his teeth..the cloth was still clenched between the colt's teeth, his eyes twinkling with an aggressive message... "You're 'race horse' is nothing but a menace!"
Mark sighed and grabbed one of the horse's lead ropes. He didn't say a word, helping keep Fight Club still as the other man finished making sure the proper tack and weight was being used.
Fight Club seemed to dance in place, chomping on the bit and swaying side to side as he snorted.
Lance was currently changing in the locker room, talking to some of the other male jockies. "Watch your backs..cause we'll be after 'em," he said with would may be considered a snarl more than a friendly smile. The young man then walked out, cool as a cucumber. One of the jockies rolled his eyes, "I'm not scared of their under trained mongrel.."

Heather murmured soft apologies as she moved her way through the crowd towards the tacking area. Spotting Mark and a small army of handlers, the girl walked over and joined them. "How is he?"
"A pleasure as always Miss Silver..." Mark grumbled, giving the lead a little wiggle as the light bay tried to chomp on him. "yep..just a wonderful ray of sunlight. "
"At least he didn't kick the vet this time," she pointed out.
"Yeah, but he ripped a hole in the inspector's shirt," Mark stated.
"Oh.."
Mark suddenly looked behind her and snapped, "Lance! What took you so long?! A woman could change faster!"
Heather turned to see her boyfriend/one of her jockies walking over.
"I didn't take THAT long Mark..." he muttered.
With a roll of his eyes, the trained instantly dove into instruction for the race.
" I want you to keep him on the outside again. The track isn't goop today so everyone will most likely feel comfortable running, and there will be a lot less clomps flung up. Alex is a strong contender and his trainers know he has a target a mile high on his black hide..that means they'll be running hard than before, and that means we'll have our work cut out for us."
Lance nodded. "so..what is it exactly I need to do out there to give our horse an edge?"
"John's team proved to have a simular game plan that we did..so we're going to have to mix things up a bit. Our boy likes to stalk the front runners and has a pretty solid drive to chase the others down. "
"That is probably an understatement," Lance agreed.
"Right," Mark continued, " I want you to use his natural...aggression, chase those horses and force the front runners into taking a faster pace..get them running hard.. Do Not pass them though, until John starts to creep forward. As soon as he does, jump em. "
Lance nodded. "Alright," he murmured, turning his attention to Heather. "It's going to be a tough race...any chance I can get a good luck kiss?"
Mark rolled his eyes at the youths and went back to helping the track hands fight WWIII with saddling Fight Club..
"I guess I could give you that," Heather said with a smirk and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing Lance softly.
Lance pulled her closer and kissed her a second time before slowly letting go.
"Good luck, and please be careful.."
"I will," he reassured her before walking with the others to the mount up.
Heather made her way back to her seat near the back stretch.

Lunging and jumping, It took Lance four tries to finally get settled into the saddle. "Alright you crazy horse settle down...easy boy easy..." Lance muttered, making Fight Club walk in tight circles to keep from bucking.
The colt snorted, lashing his tail back and forth like a p*ssed cat.
Soon the horses were lined up and handed to the lead ponies for the parade. Squeals and snorts were heard as the poor lead pony fought for control with the crazy thoroughbred. The rider struggled to keep a hold on the rope. With a dive backwards, Fight Club yanked free from the lead pony and tried to run away.
"Whoa whoa!" Lance yelped and pulled on the reins to stop his 'run away' horse.
"Looks like one of our racers is trying to get an early start.." the announcer teased.
"Come on you mongrel.." Lance hissed, forcing his mount to twist around and face the gates.
By this time the other horses on the field were loaded and so some extra men helped get the colt into his gate.
Once in the gate, Fight Club pinned his ears flat and stared at the wide track ahead, chomping on his bit so hard that Lance thought he would break his teeth. Lance just rolled his eyes and got a good grip on the reins.

The gates slammed open and the racers leaped out of their metal cages!

Right at the start Alex took the lead with Entity hanging back a little.
Lance did exactly what Mark asked and kept Fight Club back a bit.
Suddenly there was a bright flash and the black rump of Entity served to the right nearly crashing into Fight Club's chest.
"Hey How Easy!" yelled Lance as the 'sleeping dog' was awoken..Fight Club grew angry and lashed out at the spooked colt, seeking to sink his teeth into the silky hide.
"Hey hey no!" Lance snapped and yanked his mount's head away from Entity and nearly took out another racer in the process...
Meanwhile Entity was still out of hand and his jockey had lost their stirrup!
Alex's rider, Kyle moved his horse closer but the colt shied away and Kyle was unable to grab the other horse.
Lance watched the scene unfold from the 'safe' spot on the outside of the pack, not lifting a finger to help the others. One, Fight Club would bite the heck out of Entity for almost hitting him, and Two...if Cat fell off..that meant one less horse to beat. With a dark smile the jockey saw the woman was loosing her grip on the reins. Then along came John and his rider, making what might be seen as an early move. Carefully the duo squeezed up on the inside and grabbed Entity's rein, allowing Cat a few precious moments to get resettled.
Lance shrugged . ~looks like we'll be racing the whole field after all.~ he thought. No big deal, it just meant there wouldn't be a mess to clean up afterwards...

Now that the field was settled, Lance took a breath and loosened his grip on the Monster he rode.
Fight Club stalked forward, causing the horses and their jockies ahead to feel the pressure.. The front runners tried to run faster to stay ahead and the closers had to speed up to stay in their spots. The striped colt and his jockey were causing little kincs in others' plans.

Lance gave a cough from all the dust and pulled up his cloth to cover his mouth. Over the past month his allergies had been acting up, racing with the cloth really helped.
Tension rose among the racers as they rounded the final stretch. Glancing over to the side, he watched horses slowly begin to make their moves. What happened now would determine who got the gold, and who flunked out..
Fight Club could see the front runners puling away.. he wanted to go faster too! He chomped and yanked on the bit, sites locked on the horses ahead, all of which dueling for the lead.
John started to creep up and Lance knew now was the time, act or be defeated. "GO GO GO!" the jockey yelled over the wind.
Instantly the Demon leaped forward, his dark hooves bringing the rein of terror upon the horses in front of him. His muzzle reached their tails, then their flanks. The colt pinned his ears and tore towards the wire.

Meanwhile the crowd went wild, jumping up and screaming as though their noise would drive their favorite horses to the winner's circle...

Eleven Horses, Eleven Jockies, One trophy, and One winner..


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Horses :
Sassafras John JMR [link]

THS Pick Up Line [link]

bc Entity [link]
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Following the rules = +10 points
RNG (Lv2) =38 points
Entries into previous races =
URA hosted, sanctioned, or sponsored +20 points
Monthlies = +10 points
Other +0
Placing in a URA hosted, sanctioned, or sponsored +5 points
Placing in a Monthly = +0 points
Placing in an Other race +0 points
Background = +8 points
Story = +7 point
Training pictures = +70
Bonus: Preakness preps = + 5

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