Slick’s gaudy ass piece of shit car can be heard coming up to the starting from a mile away and she does her best to turn out the unhealthy rumble of his engine by turning her radio up louder and blasting her music. She’s been sharpening her fingers to points with a nail file, pulling off the old shell until there’s nothing but shiny sharp black beneath, perfect for those nasty hand to hand fights that crop up now and then when someone tries to pin her car against the rail and push her off a cliff.
Itchy pops his head out of the Discharge’s sunroof and crams his fingers in his mouth, whistling shrilly, until she finally shuts off the radio because she can’t manage to drown them both out. “Aaaaye Snowman, look at what the idiot did to his car.”
She reluctantly opens her car door and steps out to see. It’s worth getting out, and she just grins, putting a hand to her mouth. “Oh Slick, you idiot.”
The moron must have gone off-road last race without enough money to pay for repairs. His engine sounds like hell because he’s put a roadsign through it, and bent the various sharp knife-spikes on his car. She leans on the side of her car and laughs with Itchy at the ruined mess that was once the Black Spade.
“FUCK YOU TOO!” Slick screeches at them and he sounds worse for wear too. No hospital visits for him she supposes. He better hope he can win this one or he might just fall out of the standings entirely when he dies. Of course, if anyone could win a race with a fucked up car, it would be him. He points a finger at her and makes a throat cutting gesture. Snowman just wiggles her fingers at him, letting Slick see she’s been filling them again.
Her real competition this round is Itchy though. The Discharge is fast and more than that, it’s a faraday cage that protects him from the nasty electrostatic discharges that it puts out once it gets going past sixty. So by the time you do catch up to him, he’s usually got enough juice to destroy anyone who gets too close to him. Itchy carries himself like a man who thinks he has the race in the bag.
But he’s in for a nasty surprise this round. She’s been working on her car in anticipation of this moment, and when he tries to hit her with electricity, she’s going to hit him with the ice-whips and freeze him solid. They’ve been calling her the Ice Bitch all season, so she supposes she might as well live up to the name.
She slides into the drivers seat and gets ready as the countdown begins.