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vaultermagazine · 1 year

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VIsta Murrieta girls pole vaulter Aspen Fears gets a PR, win

Aspen Fears lands an interview with Milesplit.com after her PR to 13’4″ and the Masters meet win for CIF SS. In the moment, Aspen Fears with the big bend Aspen Fears Junior from Murrieta, CA. High School Vista Murrieta 2024 Aspen Fears pole vaulting at the 2023 CIFSS Masters meet with a new PR of 13’4″ and the first place win. Seeded number two heading into state with both vaulters sitting at…

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beatrack92 · 1 year

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Nina Kennedy 🇦🇺

Tokyo 2020 Olympics

#nina kennedy #team australia #pole vault #female athletes #sexy athletes #athletics #track and field #tokyo 2020 #olympics

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lunasloveisgood · 7 months

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(left to right) Sueo Ōe and Shuhei Nishida

#olympics #pole vault

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elenitrack · 8 months

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Anna Rogowska 🇵🇱

London 2012 Olympics

#anna rogowska #team poland #pole vault #girls abs #fitness #fitspo #athletic girls #gym body #athletics #track and field #london 2012 #olympics

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20th-century-scrapbook · 1 year

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Bob Richards, the ordained minister nicknamed the Vaulting Vicar, at the Olympics in Helsinki, Finland, in 1952, when he won a gold medal.Credit...Bettmann

#bob richards #1952 #helsinki #olympics #pole vault

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transhorrors · 2 years

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earlier today i finally figured out how to put words to An Issue i have always had with socializing which is like. cool! i really do not have time to procsss what it means though so i have to get through this weekend with a busted emotional valve which just feels like a recipe for me crying before monday comes

#it boils down to having absolutely no self worth and the constant fear of being selfish and awful #that on top of what i was expecting to be a mess over (re: trans guilt. not being out to this group of friends)#is going to make this a very fun and exciting weekend of olympic pole vaulting over land mines

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vaultermagazine · 1 year

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Two Division Champions and FIVE athletes advance to Masters

Notably, advancing to the finals in the girls’ pole vault required a height of 11-6, a rarity in CIF-SS history. Such a qualification height had been achieved only once before, in 2018. Contributing to this achievement were five girls from the Southwestern League, including Aspen Fears, the defending champion from Vista Murrieta. Seniors Negro, Hansen, Rodriguez, Pepito, and junior Fears all…

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beatrack92 · 2 years

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Alysha Newman 🇨🇦

Rio 2016 Olympics

#alysha newman #team canada #pole vault #female athletes #athletics #track and field #rio 2016 #olympics

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ricisidro · 9 months

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Pole vaulter #EJObiena battled #COVID19 and pulls double victory at the 2023 #WorldAthleticsChampionship in Budapest, Hungary.

EJ Obiena remains the #Philippines’ best hope for a podium finish at the #ParisOlympics2024.

#PoleVault #inspire #inspiration

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#EJ Obiena #pole vault #Paris Olympics 2024 #Instagram

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oscar-piastri · 2 years

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i stayed up all night for figure skating during the olympics, for sure i’ll be awake for f1

#and even for swimming and pole vault for summer olympics

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evaningotham · 4 months

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instead of the cops unmasking and holding vigilantes responsible for their crimes when they get caught

the instead get thrown into the vigilante olympics

*announcer voice*: and here today doing the pole vault we have Gothams own Red Hood vs Metropolis’ Superboy!

#jason todd #dc comics #red hood dc #red hood #superboy #conner kent #kon el #gotham #metropolis #olympics

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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That’s What They All Say

AN: this was originally a request @jackharlowsthings requested MANY months ago. it was supposed to be one shot but I decided to expand it into a mini series lmao also idk about strip clubs. I watched hustlers but I skipped around bc JLo was in every other scene so all depictions

Requested? by @jackharlowsthings that being said REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Warnings: slut-shaming, ICE, parent deportation, scammers, Jack being a dumbass

Word Count: 2.7k words

Jack rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

“No.” he said, pulling up to an empty gas pump at Costco.

“C’mon man.” Clay told his older brother.

“And have mom beat my ass for corrupting you? Hell the fuck no.” Jack said, grabbing his wallet from the cup holder. “I don’t even think they let people under twenty-one.”

“They will if Jack Harlow asks.” the younger of the Harlow brothers grinned mischievously.

“I’ll ask Urb.” he said, giving in.

Jack got out of his car and approached the pump’s card reader. He put his card information and grabbed the nozzle. He was almost run over by a light blue Honda Civic, zooming into the pump in front of him. He was ready to give the driver a piece of his mind, when he saw who came out of the car.

The one and only, Renata Herrera.

Jack’s high school crush.

They ran in different social circles, mostly knowing each other because they were in the same AP classes. Renata was more reserved and focused on academics, spending her time in the library reading or working on SAT prep. She was somewhat popular because she was in the school's dance team and track team. But her popularity did not compare to Jack’s.

He was one of the most popular people in school. He was that talkative but loveable guy in all honors and AP classes that somehow passed tests without trying. But because of that teachers would sit him with Renata because she was the quiet student that teachers hoped would make Jack stop talking. It never worked. In fact it made him more talkative since she would ignore him and he was desperate for her attention.

Jack never expected to ever see her after graduation. She was their class's valedictorian and had a full ride to Stanford for track. Her event in track was the pole vault. She won state three times for it. Her senior superlative was 'Most likely to be at the Olympics' because she was that good at pole vaulting. She was set for life.

Even her parents' Mexican restaurant was shut down a few months after graduation. He was visiting home for a weekend and wanted to go eat there because really likes the red enchiladas from there. He was caught off guard when he saw that it was becoming a Starbucks. He assumed her family ended up moving to California to be close to her.

Jack glanced over to her. She looked good, grown up. Granted it was four years since they saw each other, but still she was stunning. She was in a grey sweatpants and hoodie set with a black coat over it. She was busy typing on her phone. He knew it was his chance to talk to her.

"I know that's not who I think it is." He said, making his way to her.

Renata looked up at him, a bit startled. She stared at him for a few seconds waiting for it to register. "Jack?"

"The one and only." He grinned, opening his arms.

"Oh my, hi!" She said, giving him a quick hug. "I almost didn't recognize you."

She did recognize him. He was Jack Harlow, for fucks sake. He was well known in Louisville for being able to make a name for himself. Renata was just processing that he remembered her after so many years.

Her pump dinged that it was full. She went over and removed the nozzle from her car. She took the receipt and shoved it in her coat's pocket.

"It was nice seeing you, Jack." She smiled.

"Wait," he reached for her hand. "Tonight my album is coming out. My team is throwing a small gathering. I'm having some of my closest friends there. You should come so we can catch up."

"I wish I could, but I work night shifts." Renata said apologetically.

"Let me get your number then." He pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna be here for a while, we can catch up some other time."

"Um…yeah, okay." She nodded. She took his phone and typed her number. "Here."

"Aight, I'll hit you up later." Jack nodded.

"Bye, Jack." She said before getting in her car.

Jack turned back and removed the nozzle from his car. He took the receipt and tossed it in the trash bin. He got in the car.

"Who was that?" Clay asked. He watched how his older brother approached the woman and got her number in a span of five minutes. "She's hot as fuck."

"Ren Herrera, we went to high school with us." Jack said, driving out of the gas station. "Her parents owned the place with the bomb enchiladas."

"Oh," the younger Harlow nodded. "I miss that place. They had really good food."

Jack nodded in agreement. When they got to their parents' house, they went to their respective rooms and rested because they had a long night ahead of them. Jack's debut album was being released at midnight and his team was hosting a get together with some label executives and friends and family. After that he and his close friends were going to go to a strip club called Club Mystique for a small after party between the guys.

He scrolled through the people he followed on Instagram, trying to see if he followed Renata. She wasn't there. Jack went on the search bar and typed her name. She popped immediately. She was private so he requested to follow her. He read her bio. Under her name was 'UofL 2020'. Jack frowned. Why would she have the University of Louisville in her bio when she was at Stanford. Unless she graduated two years early and was in grad school. That wouldn't surprise him, in high school she was dual enrolled at a community college so she could get college credits. Seconds later she accepted his request.

Jack set his phone down on his desk and rubbed his hands together, thinking of the perfect message to use so he could slide in her dms.

“What's the move after this?” a girl that wouldn’t leave Jack’s side asked.

Jack had no idea who she was. She was friends with someone who was friends with someone else who was friends with one of the guys from PG. She somehow sneaked into the VIP area that was reserved for him and his friends. The whole night she acted like she was friends with people, eventually getting a seat next to Jack.

“You know who I ran into earlier.” Jack asked the guys, turning away so the girl couldn’t join in the conversation.

“Who?” Urban nodded his head as he passed a blunt around.

“Ren Herrera.” he said.

“Oh my god, she’s such a fucking slut.” the random girl said, getting everyone's attention, even Jack’s. “She fucked my boyfriend at her job. I’m not surprised because sluts like her work at places like that but still you would think someone like her would have some self respect.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Urban asked, taking his blunt from her. “No one knows who the fuck you are. Please don’t fucking insert yourself in a conversation that wasn’t directed to you.”

She turned a bright red and grabbed her purse, pushing everyone out of the way as she left.

“We should get going. Your party is at eleven.” one of his friends told Jack.

“Yeah, let me say goodbye to some people then we’ll head out,” he said.

He made his way to his team and let them know that he and his friends were leaving. They knew about the small after party at Club Mystique he was having with his friends. They even sent out NDAs for the dancers and the other staff to sign earlier.

The club was in full motion when Jack and his friends entered. There were several dancers dancing on individual poles while there was a mainstage with about six dancers performing to ‘Buttons’ by the Pussycat Dolls played as people threw money at them. There were two bars on either end of the clubs with servers in white tube tops and lilac booty shorts bringing out drinks to the consumers.

A hostess led them upstairs to their private rooms where they had bottle service and several dancers ready to entertain them. They had the guys hand over their phones because the club had a very strict no phones policy for the safety of the staff. One of them explained that a few years back one of the bottle girls was exposed for working there and apparently her family was well known at one of the catholic churches and a lot of deacons would show up to the club to harass her.

“Which one of you is Jack?” one of the dancers asked the guys.

“Uh, that would be me.” Jack said, awkwardly raising his hand.

“Okay follow me, your friends got you a special treat.” she said, opening the door for him.

Jack looked at his friends but they divided and conquered. Some of them were taking body shots while others were throwing money at some of the dancers. Before he exited the room he motioned Urban to keep an eye on Clay.

He made small talk with the dancer that was leading him to his private room. They were very friendly and reassured him that he was going to be well taken care of. The room was a smaller version of the mainstage with a runaway leading to a pole in front of a lone chair.

Jack sat on it and pulled out his phone to see if Renata texted him back. After he successfully slid in her dms, they agreed to meet up for coffee in a few days when she had a day off. They spent the entire evening texting each other until it was time for Renata to go to work. She let him know that she wouldn't be able to reply as quickly because she was running all over at work but she would try to answer him when she could.

The beginning of Dua Lipa’s ‘Love Again’ began to play and the dancer appeared. She had her back to him. She wore red leather fringed chaps with a matching fringed cropped vest. Under her chaps the dancer’s ass was exposed barely being covered by a pair of black high-rise Brazilian panties. On top of her head was a black leather cowgirl hat.

The dancer lifted her arms in the arm, slowly swaying her hips. Jack was instantly mesmerized. She moved so gracefully yet erotically. He couldn’t see her face since her hat was covering her face and because the room was very dim and most of the light was directly on the pole. The dancer dropped to her knees and rolled her hips as if she was riding a mechanical bull.

Jack sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. He was absolutely blown away by her. He watched her as she gave him her back once more and tossed her hat in the. She repeated the same hip rolls this time giving Jack a spectacular view of her ass. She crawled backwards until she reached the pole. She stood up, still with her back to him, and removed her vest, tossing it to the side. She held onto the pole and slowly spun until she was face to face with him.

Renata screamed and lost balance. She fell to her knees, scrambling to cover herself. Jack handed her her vest. She snatched it from him.

“Is this some fucked up joke?” she asked him. “Why are you here? At my fucking job.”

“Honest, I had no idea you worked here.” Jack said truthfully. Had he known he’d be there daily.

“Bullshit! That’s what they all say.” she yelled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Hey, that’s the name of my album.” he said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh fuck off.'' She got up and wiped her tears.

“Ren,” Jack reached for her arm.

“Hands off the dancer.” a security guard said. He was across the hallway when he heard her scream and ran to her.

Jack lifted his arms in surrender and took a step back.

Renata took one last glance at him before going backstage. She broke into sobs and slid down onto the ground. She hugged her knees crying even harder. She never felt so humiliated in her life. Of all the people to show up to Club Mystique, Jack had to show up.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Tania, one of the other dancers, asked her softly.

“He was here.” Renata cried.

“Who?”

“I thought he was different. I feel so stupid.” she sobbed into her hands.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Tania rubbed her back. She figured it was the guy Renata ran into earlier before she came to rehearsal.

Some of the dancers came over and comforted Renata. Even their boss took pity on her and told her to take the rest of the night off.

Renata quickly changed out of her costume into sweatpants and her giant hoodie. Reggie, one of the bouncers, escorted her to her car. When she first started working at Club Mystique, chaos ensued and all the workers were to be escorted to their cars porque nunca se sabe.

She arrived at her one bedroom apartment and hugged her giant pillow. She burst into tears once more. She looked over to her nightstand to the single picture she had of her family. It made her cry even harder.

The last time she felt humiliated was when her parents found out she shut down the restaurant and began working as a bottle girl at Club Mystique. They got deported a few weeks after she turned eighteen. She rescinded her full ride to Stanford and stayed in Louisville. She had four younger siblings to take care of and a restaurant to run. It was all too much for her. She was desperate to get her parents back.

She found some immigration lawyer in one of the ad magazines the restaurant would have for free. She called him and made an appointment to meet up with him. He gave her false hopes, tricking her into giving him all her family’s savings to do some paperwork to bring them back. It wasn’t until a month later that she realized she was scammed.

Expenses started piling up. She had take a semester off at the University of Louisville to figure out how she was going to pay rent, bills, buy groceries, pay rent for the restaurant, pay its bills, pay the few workers that were left, and on top of that she send her parents money because they had to start fresh in Mexico. When she started spring semester she found out her financial aid was being withheld with all the moving around. She had to come up with $13,000 to be able to enroll. Her barista job wasn’t enough for all of that. Her siblings were still too young to start working so it all fell on her.

She was walking to work when she saw the help wanted sign at Club Mystique. They initially turned her down since she was freshly eighteen and because workers at establishments that sold alcohol needed to be twenty-one. She begged them to hire her and explained what happened to her parents and how she needed to take care of her siblings. Her boss gave in and hired her.

Renata was efficient at her job and she made enough in tips to pay bills and send her parents money. What she needed money for was for tuition and extra things like buying things she and her siblings needed.

One night she covered for one the dancers in a group number. She knew the choreography from watching them all rehearse during the afternoons. From then on Renata would do group numbers and the occasional private dance. There were some patrons that tipped extra well for private dances.

A year had passed until her parents found out worked at the strip club through one of the church’s deacons, though they didn’t question why a man that was devoted to god and his family was at the club in the first place. They were embarrassed of her because she tainted the family’s reputation in the church. They disowned her and demanded she send her siblings to Mexico. The last time she was in contact with her family was in late 2017 when she dropped off her siblings in Matamoros after flying from Louisville to Brownsville, Texas.

Renata sighed and rolled on her back. She thought back to Jack. If she knew that afternoon that her night would end like this, she wouldn’t have gone to Costco to get gas.

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#iwssa #jack harlow #jack harlow angst

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thanks-obillma · 7 months

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hcs for the system's sports

kickboxing (Mike and Mal)

Mike kickboxing is sorta canon, he picked it up pretty young bc he was absolutely ecstatic that he could do cool fighting moves like his favorite movies

once Mal stabilizes a little, he gets talked into trying beating the shit out of people in a safe environment (totally not as therapy), but he has some issues with going too far and/or losing his temper, eventually will only do it with friends who can tell when he's about to lose it and call a time out

gymnastics (Svet obviously)

her specialty is vault, but she does floor too

she has to compete in the men's section but is openly a woman and they get bullied a lot for it

Mike secretly wishes she would stay closeted but she shines so bright when she's in the gym that he feels bad about saying anything and never does. they graduate and move before his resentment boils over

she's not actually Olympic level but she's pretty decent and hits province level consistently

she joins a queer gym when they're adults and eventually ends up co-coaching a team of kids

cross country (Mike and occasionally Manitoba or Svetlana)

mostly Mike's but Manitoba likes the trails and Svet thinks it's a good off day activity

Manitoba got him lost in the woods during a cross country meet once and he never lives it down

after that the others are banned from voluntarily switching in for meets or practice

Svet still goes for weekend runs sometimes, especially if she has friends to do it with (mostly Zoey or Jo)

track (Mike, but Svet and Vito have been known to take over practice for him when he's not feeling good)

he does the 3000, 800, 300m hurdles, and pole vault

he's good at the 3000, enjoys the challenge of the 800, kinda sucks at 300m hurdles but enjoys it anyways, and got put in pole vault by the coach because he's actually really good at it, he doesn't mind the event but wishes he didn't have to juggle a field event during meets

wrestling (Mike and Vito)

it's a filler sport for the winter season

Vito switches in for practice sometimes if Mike's not feeling good

weight lifting (Vito)

Mike's rule is don't do it at school (mostly because he doesn't trust Vito to behave and doesn't want to seem even weirder), but there's a gym close by so they go there a lot

rock climbing/hiking/backpacking (Manitoba)

not much opportunity until they move out, but then Mani joins an outdoors club, he drags Scott along sometimes

#total drama #td mike #td svetlana #td vito #td manitoba #td mal #my brain words

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lackablazeical · 1 year

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Addams! AU snippet 7: 'Lair Games 1- Minefield Long Jump'

FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NewFallenLeaves ON A03! THE CREATIVITY? UNMATCHED. SKILL? UNMATCHED? GOOD VIBES? UN-FUCKING-MATCHED! EVERYONE GO SUPPORT HER! SHES LEGIT LIKE ON THE LIST OF TOP 10 BEST PPL EVER!

This snippet has Donnie so! Have some Donnie <3 my voidpunk king

Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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“And your choice for the first event,” April said slowly, “Is the ‘minefield long jump’?”

Raph gave a slow grin. “Start with a bang.”

Leo giggled, but April remained unimpressed as always. The fact that she had found all of them and failed to run away screaming at first contact was testament enough to her fortitude. She seemed just as unphased by the idea of death-defying, twisted olympics as anything else they had introduced her to.

Which was what had made them all so giddy when she agreed to video record their lair games excursion.

She flicked a braid behind her shoulder and turned the angle of the camera to point downwards, zooming on the layer of dirt that had been raked and smoothed across the dried-out sewer channel. “Where does one even find military-grade mines?”

“Salvage, of course,” said Mikey. He stretched, twisting one foot up behind his back and over his head at an impossible-looking angle, like a contortionist. “And Donnie makes replicas and fills them with shrapnel.”

Donnie tightened a bolt on the back of his knee. “Even more damaging than any from the world war eras. I add a volatile fuel composite to the firing pistons.”

“And who is the reigning champion of these…modified…olympics?” April swiveled the lens between the four boys.

Leo puffed up, about to answer–

“Raph goes first!” Raph barrelled forward, Mrs. Cuddles across his shoulders like a toddler clinging piggyback. He leaped, arcing over the long stretch of dirt. For someone so large, he went a surprising distance before both his feet slammed into the ground, sending up a spray of dirt and gravel.

In the silence afterward, Raph wiggled his toes. “Huh. No mine.”

“Good job, buddy!” said Leo.

Raph smiled, pleased, and gave a thumbs-up. Mrs. Cuddles slipped from his shoulders and landed in the dirt just behind him.

Click.

POW

A flurry of stuffing exploded around Raph like a snowstorm. He gasped, snatching at the puffs of cotton.

“Oh,” said April, sadly. “He lost his stuffie.”

“Not to worry, we have many Mrs. Cuddles replicas as back up,” said Donnie. “Raphael! Clear the field, the rest of us have turns to take!”

Raph ignored him and continued to painstakingly gather each piece of fluff from the little circle of destruction. Which turned out fine, because both Mikey and Leo were able to take their turns and jump well past his mark, anyway. They used poles to vault over him as he crouched in the pile of stuffing and tried to form it back into the vague shape of Mrs. Cuddles.

“If equipment is permitted, why didn’t Raphael use a pole for his vault?” asked April.

“He snaps them too easy,” said Leo, sauntering back from his jump. His blue flag marked the furthest distance so far, just past Mikey’s orange. He held out a new pole to Donnie, his head torqued sideways. “Here, Donnie. I brought you one from the spare rack. It was on the way back from the winning distance.”

“Too obvious, Nardo,” said Donnie. He waved Leo off and unclipped his tech bo from one of the compartments on his shell. “I will use my reliable equipment, as always.” He set his grip, got a running start, planted the bo, and leaped.

Leo clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle a snicker – a split second before it happened.

The bo crackled at one of its joints, snapped, and Donnie dropped.

Click.

POW

This time instead of a flurry of stuffing, there was a geyser of blood and oil.

“Leeeeoooooo,” said Mikey, “Did you sabotage Donnie’s tech again?”

“Who, me? I would never.”

As the spatter of fluids settled, Donnie sat up. April hurried over to assist him.

“No, no,” he said. “I’m quite capable of getting up on my own. House rules apply, after all. Survival means I get a second run.”

“Donatello,” said April. “You have no leg to stand on.”

He glanced down. Sure enough, his left leg had blown apart at the knee, leaving the dirt dark and clotted as it soaked up leaking fluids.

He sighed. “Of course. I’ve already lost sight in one eye and most of my hearing, why not add to the collection.”

Leo smirked as he skipped past Donnie towards the medal podium. “Better luck next year, brother!”

From across the canal, Splinter’s voice echoed: “Purple wins.”

Leo slowed, his smile dropping ever-so-slightly. In tandem, they all turned their gazes to the far end of the sewer pipe. The flag marker for the record jump - still blue – fluttered as a drainage pipe above it spat a slurry of sludge.

But well beyond that, jutting up from the muck where it had landed, was Donnie’s severed leg. Its toes twitched.

Leo’s smile completely disappeared.

Heaving himself up from the dirt, Donnie balanced on his remaining foot as his missing knee continued to spurt. He smirked at Leo as he hopped to go retrieve his limb. “Better luck next year, brother.”

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trackandfieldimage · 2 months

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Hey Katie, how was that vault? 😄 Katie Moon, 🇺🇸, Pole Vault, Olympic Champion, 2x World Champion. Budapest 23. . . . . #katiemoon #katienageotte #usatf #polevault #olympicchampion #worldchampion #trackandfield #athletics #jeffcohenphoto #vaulter @ktnago13

#track and field jeffcohenphoto

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