Revenge

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Revenge 

Take Flight and Andrew Martin 

Dare to Impress and Alex Shade 

First Class and Hadley Grayson 

Tears Of An Angel and Jessie Coppermen 

Prima Donna and Aaron Evertt 

Andrew turned Fly in an ungodly tight circle, trying to get the colt to stand but he simply refused. He nibbled on Steve’s shoulder and then grabbed his hat off of his head and was met with a rather loud rebuke. Imp squealed and danced around as Steve attempted to fix her bridle.his

The pairing wasn’t what you would call a new one, as a matter of fact, they’d both worked together before their Breeders’ Cup victories. A good luck charm perhaps?

Both were coming off of what could be considered lackluster performances, both dead last finishes in races that they were both capable of likely placing at least one spot higher. Least to say no one was too impressed with their recent performances and everyone set out on ways to improve them to make sure it never happened like that again.

Recently Steve and Alex and Andrew had been working with them individually in the stretch, full out sprinting them for short periods of time to improve their speed and endurance with it. What could a week or two's difference possibly make? Well more than one may originally think.

Imp flexed her muscles and arched her neck in irritation of standing still for far too long for her liking and she started to fall into a similar pattern of Fly. Take a step forward, be stopped step back, step forward.

Aaron displayed a similar behavior with Prima Donna. The half sister to Call Me Crooked was hot off of a very solid second place finish and was ready to turn the spotlight on her. Of her other siblings she really was the one that seemed to underperform but she would soon show the world her true monstrous capabilities. Her lean muscles danced beneath her bay coat as she became impatient with standing.

Then there was the sole two year old of the group. First Class, also known as Chester. Impatient as the rest he displayed a more coltish attitude than the rest, squealing and kicking his heels up as Hadley wrestled with him and attempted to get him to stand still but it was feeble to try, he knew what the racing tack meant.

Then there was the large white blaze that characterized Tears Of An Angel. The talented and flashy daughter of Cryin’ Out Loud and Blood Of The Angel. Now that the majority of the sprinting division had retired after the Dubai World Cup, Lucy had her chance to truly shine. Her four year old season had been dampened by an injury, but her form was back and she showed it by winning the Breeders’ Cup Filly and Mare Turf Sprint and doing it like a true champion. She was back, and she was ready to completely obliterate the competition that dared to take her on.

It was a big week, Fly would be heading for the first of the Turf Triple Crown preps, Imp was off to the Unicorn Horn Turf Classic to redeem herself, First Class would be tackling his first Horse of the year race, Donna was back to face her foes and mighty prepared for it, and Lucy was back for another win in the Unicorn Horn Turf Sprint.

Once they were both ready they headed out onto the turf track. Fly launched into action followed suit by Imp and Chester, Alex, Andrew and Hadley fought with their mounts for control. Fly pranced about snorting and squealing, acting rather childish, but then again he was a colt. Chester did nothing short of following the older colt. He squealed and leaped into the air with glee.

Then there was Donna and Lucy who seemed to be putting their game faces on, keeping in step with each other and arching their necks beautifully. Lucy took a moment to toss her head and then duck it back in, adding a little more bounce than necessary to her trot.

The group pushed all of their mounts into a canter and they took over the turf track, warming their horses up and trying to steer clear of each other to avoid being nipped or kicked at.

Soon they were gating, Fly took the one spot, Imp followed in the second gate, followed by Chester and then Lucy, Donna took the last spot and they were ready to go.

The gates burst and Chester sprung out of them as gracefully as a dove. Lucy flew up alongside him followed by Donna and Imp with Fly bringing up the rear. They roared into the first turn and Lucy wasn’t holding back on Chester, she bombarded him with bursts of speed and she wasn’t going to let him have an easy lead. Donna sat just a length behind the dueling chestnuts, she seemed to rather enjoy herself in her current spot and ran along easily with Imp at her shoulder and Fly was about a half length away from Imp.

They dominated the turf, spanning out across the track and rattling off fast fractions as if this was an actual race. They all seemed to fall into a rhythm with each other and although some didn’t exactly enjoy eachothers presence, they tolerated each other for long enough for the work to be completed. They were halfway through the back stretch and Donna was now pressing with Lucy. Chester kept a half length lead over his older foes and flicked his ears with glee of being able to stretch his legs out across his favorite surface. Lucy ran along easily, taking everything in stride just like the pro she really was. Imp and Fly kept their distance about a length behind them and they nearly mirrored eachothers movements. They’d run together before and seemed to quite enjoy each others presence so it really wasn’t much of a surprise.

Into the final turn was when all heck broke loose; Donna started her move and was followed by Imp and Fly with Lucy still holding back but keeping up with them all at the same time. They were across the track when they came to the stretch, all five of them, separated by noses and whiskers as they all dug in and chased each other. No one was willing to give it up and it was Lucy who sprung from the fray, pulling away to a length lead followed by Imp and Fly who gave chase and battle on gamely. Donna was at their throats and Chester was close behind. They hit the wire together with Lucy the clear winner of the group. A very solid work for all of them and one thing was for sure, they were ready to take on whatever was thrown at them.