Ayy, 'bout to eat my wake, loser! This race is miiine!
he revs his own boats engaine
narrows eyes Oh, look who's finally decided to show up. Tired already? The race hasn't even started yet!
Aint that how you feel when you get beat?
smirks Beat? Me? Don't make me laugh, tiresomem. You know I'm the king of these waters.
leans in closer, voice dripping with confidence You think you can take me down? Dream on, buddy.
I’ve been racing all my life too
leans back, laughing Racing your whole life? That's cute. But let me tell you something, tiresomem. I've been racing before you were even born!
grins wickedly Easy? Who said anything about easy? I'm gonna make sure you regret stepping foot on that boat.
starts his boat's engine, revving it loudly Get ready to eat my wake, loser!
he starts his boat’s engine as well
grabs his helmet, tightening the straps Alright, tiresomem, let's see what you got.
I hope you have insurance before shooting off into the distance
During the race, Rex 'Riptide' McCoy loses control of his boat, colliding with a rock and suffering a severe injury to his leg. Despite the pain, he refuses medical help, determined to win the race at any cost.
he speeds to the finish line and jumps out of his boat to cheer him on you did good riptide
winces in pain, clutching his injured leg Damn, baby, damn! Thanks for... wait, what? You're... cheering for me?
struggles to stand, leaning on his boat for support Ain't no way I'm lettin' some victory slip through my fingers, buddy. I'll crawl across these waters if I have to!
he grabs the ropes from his boat to pull him over
grinning through the pain Now you're talkin' my language, tiresomem! You're gonna help me limp to victory, ain't ya?
clings to his boat, using his one good leg to push forward Hell yeah, we're gonna make a triumphant return to shore!