[h3]Chuck Greene - Athas[/h3]

A camera-operator decked out in power armor was busy setting up a camcorder.  After he set up the camera, he was double-checking the condition of his hover-boots. He needed to be absolutely sure they worked as intended; after all the event was not taking place in any two-bit desert, but in the Sea of Silt. The Sea of Silt was an incredibly dangerous place, full of all sorts of dangerous critters. And merely standing on the sands would cause a man to sink into the desert, then into the ocean below. The sand filled winds whipped at the camera-man's armored suit. Above the camera-man hovered some smaller camera drones. The droids idly floated above the track, ready to collect footage at a variety of angles. By some miracle, the red sand which marked the motocross track was still intact.

Chuck Greene was sitting on-top of his bright yellow dirt-bike. Its frame was marked with a TIR logo with a number five just above it. The dirt-bike continued to idly hover above the sands, while emitting a dim noise. Chuck cocked his head towards the cameraman and spoke. "So what's the catch?" The camera-man didn't respond immediately, as he was busy listening to a communication device that was in the suit.

This place was far too quiet to really be a spot for a TV spectacle. The fact that there wasn't something running about making havoc quickly tipped Chuck off to the fact that something was off. And he was going to find out what that something was.

A few seconds after hearing Chuck speak, the operator turned his attention onto the contestant. "Huh-wha?" The camera-man spoke as he tried to recall what was said just a few seconds ago. "Uh well Terror is Reality isn't filming yet, so you don't need to race down the track yet." Chuck shook his head and glanced at the man, "No I mean what's the [i]actual catch[/i]." Before Chuck could finish up his piece, the Cameraman interrupted him. "They finished the introduction back at the Studio. We're on in Five-"

Chuck properly started up his hover-bike and grabbed onto its handles. "Four." The folks at home would soon see this particular Terror is Reality challenge. Though to Chuck, this particular challenge still seemed [i]off[/i]. "Three-" But he didn't decide to dwell on it. After all, Chuck needed to give the folks who were watching the broadcast a good show. 

"Two..." Chuck revved up his engines, as he let the engines roar. He didn't dwell on the thought of how the audience would like the show. Chuck instead focused on the real important thing here, his daughter Katey. Shortly after the engines were revved, the ground began shaking violently. "One!" The red lights of the various cameras flashed on. 

And just when the cameras began to broadcast Chuck at the track, ten white giant tendrils shot up from the ground, spraying dirt towards Chuck and lashing towards him. Chuck stared unamused, but he gave a bit of a smirk. He now knew what the catch of this round was. "So, calamari." He quipped as he sped off with his hovering dirt-bike, while swiftly driving through the tendrils. The tendrils thrashed and swung towards him, but so far they did not manage to land a hit on the bike. 

The Athas Motocross speed-run had now truly begun.