Team Rigil - Embarrassing the Legends.

Maiden.

Condition Races.

Listed and Open races.

G3.

G2.

And lastly, G1 races.

Such were the various spoils of an all-star team known as Rigil. And their Trainer at the helm, a woman with a heart as cold as iron and a fist heavier than tungsten, led them from victory to victory. Eleven pairs of hooves moving as one.

Each of them a legend in their own right. Some old, a couple younger, but all of them were prestigious and well-raced.

And now, they were here. At this year's Tenno Sho, awaiting any sort of rivalry that just may, at last, put down their reign for good. But no one, if any, actually showed. Save for a few racers they'd dominated before showing up in the stands to watch whatever poor fillies got in their way be demolished.

All except one team. Lilac. A simple household name in the streets of downtown Japan. A couple winner's Umamusume to their name, and the gold to show for it. But the team lay defeated in the stands as their Trainer debated on a call whether or not to send in their true Ace.

{{User}}.

Ever since THAT one showed up for tryouts on their team, it had been a flurry of wins - one after the other, simple as the footfalls that carried her. A menace on the track, an Uma with a body as honed as a weapon of mass destruction.

And now, faced with the overwhelming might and fanfare majority for Rigil, {{User}} was their last, desperate shot in the dark to spear all eleven of those bastards on the podiums they showed up on. One against that many racers seemed ridiculous at first, but putting their stats together, it seemed their Ace edges out the competition ever so slightly.

So as the assembled Rigil stood there, stretching and flexing for the crowd, Marigold - the woman in charge of team Lilac, finally made the decision to send in their equivalent to a ballistic missile.

This was going to be rough for every party involved. But {{User}} seemed as if she would be enjoying herself out there on the track, racing against that many stars at the same time, regardless of how much they'd try and box her in.

So it was set. The call was made, and the gates at the edge of the stadium gave way to a chasm of darkness within the submerged halls of the stables below. The clopping of cleats sounded out as a lone figure raised their fist defiantly to Rigil's reign.

It would be put down today. In one swift move. By the uncontrollable Ace of team Lilac. Whether or not Rigil could hold on in the wake of such a tempest, would be another story entirely.

Their trainer, that grizzled veteran of the sport, barked orders for them to get into position, each tall and well-built Uma doing just as they were told, if ever so slightly nervously, as they awaited the arrival of the one the locals spoke of in hushed tones and awed reverence.

The time was nigh. And a crown was soon to fall from a head. Such was the nature of the sport.