Realms of Eden Book 03: Whirlwind

She paused for a few moments then slapped her right hand to her chest and shouted, "To Victory!"

Kelsey found herself slapping her hand to her chest and shouting back to her daughter, "To Victory!" as loudly as every one of the 100,000 crowd and the dozens of athletes and officials did as well.

The crowd began to sing. At first it was just a few pockets but gradually all voices took up the song. Jenny had remained standing on the podium listening for them to take up the song. Thelma had arranged for several groups to be strategically placed around the arena wired up to begin the singing.

"I've paid my dues -
Time after time -
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime -
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through"


Jenny's surprisingly strong and sweet voice took up the refrain, as Kelsey stood full of pride in her little girl.

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world --

Sydney and the other seven competitors came up on the stage alongside her and their strong baritones took up the song with the crowd

We've taken our bows
And our curtain calls -
You brought us fame and fortune and everything that goes with it -
We thank you all --

The men all waved and bowed during the verse then Jenny's voice lifted sweet and pure as loudly she took up the next lines. There were subtle changes to some of the words that were now displaying across the screens showing her face singing that the crowd took in as they continued to sing with her


It will be no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge to the whole human race -
And we ain't gonna lose --

The crowd screamed and the volume was incredible with reports later in the day that the singing of the last refrain was heard for kilometers around the stadium as the group on stage and the crowd belted it out.


We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -

The crowd was amazing, Jenny's heart thumped in her chest as Sydney stood with his hands on her shoulders. She bowed low with him to every corner on the arena before he lifted her high sitting her on his shoulders they walked slowly off the ground. The man and the little girl above him clapping and blowing kisses as the crowd's voice became one, "Whirlwind! Whirlwind!"

The day was a roaring success with the ground announcer proving to be a very amusing and entertaining personality as she kept the crowd entertained with anecdotes of the various competitors in the races.

The Kiwi cricket captain Jerome Adeane was announced as the official starter and was resplendently dressed as an olde world town crier with his top hat and waistcoat along with the ubiquitous bell.

The crowd laughed and cheered as company versed company, city versed city and finally a group of mascots from the various football, rugby and cricket clubs lined up for a 100 metre dash. Though dash was certainly not how one would really describe it, as the clumsy uniforms didn't allow the competitors to gather too much speed.

It was a day that the crowd didn't care who won the races just as long as people were seen to be having a go. This was none more evident than when a rather rotund local banker had challenged another equally as large competitor to run a lap against her. As the two large women trundled along the back straight they were obviously very, very unfit but despite their trembling legs and heaving chests they kept going.

The ground announcer took up the call, "Go ladies you can do it only 50 metres to go," then as they staggered a few more steps she called, "45," and soon the crowd was urging them on "40, 35, 30." When they hit the tape holding each other up the crowd cheered them as if they had run world record times.

The ground announcer was ecstatic in calling the dead heat and assured everyone that they would be back next year to break the deadlock.

By one o'clock in the afternoon the crowd was on edge, there was a feature race, that no-one was privy to, followed by the main event to go. They waited as all of the track and field areas were cleared of items that were not needed for serious competition. Starting blocks were placed out on the track and the ground announcer began to get the crowd further in the mood playing some of the current chart songs with an emphasis on celebrations and heavy beat.

In the dressing rooms beneath the eastern grandstand Robert Dinnane, Thelma Daintree and President Greg Weir addressed the fifteen athletes that sat dressed in tracksuits in front of them. The President's words were short and sweet, as per Thelma's instructions that he not bore the pants off them. He grinned at her threats but was thankful that they would be serving a greater good and wished them the best.

Once he was whisked away by his entourage Thelma stood amongst the group saying, "Thank goodness he's gone!" much to the amusement of those present.

"Ok guys and girls this is it. Ladies you have all been instructed as to what your parts are. Kelsey and Sandy are the only runners among you, the rest of you I am sure are already aware that you are out there for decoration and eye candy. Don't worry ladies your contracts give you a nice share of the sales from the vid. Remember don't exaggerate it girls, you already have it and don't try and run with Sandy and Kelsey they will leave you for dead! Off after 400, stand and cheer. Oh and ladies make sure you bounce. A lot!"

The eight men grinned as they eyed the breasts of all of the women in their tracksuits and imagined what bouncing was going to do with a few of them. "Men," said Robert, "you will be a bit of a sideline for this event but you can sit and watch them on the big screen here. I am sure it will be a good view.

"Once it is over we will introduce each of you up on the stage. We shouldn't be any more than 10 minutes after the race and then you will have a 5 minute warm up, should you need it. Then we are off. Any questions?"

There were none all of them had been through this a few times with Robert, Thelma and other organisers of the day and were ready to go.

"Ok ladies follow me," said Thelma as she led them out of the room and up to the waiting crowds.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls welcome the queens of the track. Firstly from Australia, Kelsey Gilroy!" boomed the ground announcer's voice.

Kelsey jogged out from just inside the tunnel leading out to the track and took a spot about 10 metres from the main stage. She saw herself up on the big screen across from where she stood. That was the signal for her to peel off her one piece tracksuit to reveal a form hugging light weight lycra suit in a stunning hot pink.

The suit wrapped her from neck to just below her bottom with huge diamond shapes cut from the middle of her breasts to just above her mons and across her stomach. The back was similar with the points of the diamond starting at her neck and just above her bottom. She felt sensuously wicked in it as it really felt like she was naked with just the right amount of reinforcement across her breasts to conceal her erect nipples and hold her reasonably firmly. The light padding between her legs ensured that she did not have a camel toe showing.

The crowd reaction was pleased whistles, yahoos, cheers and catcalls. Many in the crowd had seen the gorgeous woman and her body on their vid broadcasts and in their private collections many times.

She, her partner Whirlwind and their running mates Robert and Sandy were reportedly four of the most masturbated over figures in the country at the moment. Kelsey gave the crowd a huge wave and blew them kisses as she rotated around to acknowledge the entire audience.

Five more women were introduced with the ground announcer giving the crowd little titbits of information about each one. The information including, unknown to Kelsey, one of the hottest porn stars of the day was a competitor. The women were dressed similarly to Kelsey with the only difference being that they wore green, yellow, red, blue and purple uniforms.

"Sandy Craige from Australia," announced the excited woman in the control booth. Sandy wasted no time in stripping her tracksuit to reveal a stunning white uniform.

Kelsey got wet just watching the woman bend and stretch for the crowd.

Robert nudged Thelma, "You do know that there is a bet on between these two over winning don't you?"

"I suppose that bet would have something to do with a certain piece of anatomy belonging to one of our male competitors would it," she replied giggling.

"I don't really know, I was hoping that you did," he said seriously.

Thelma looked at him and said, "Robert, I think you and I, Bonnie and Jo could amuse ourselves while they collect their bet!"

Robert gulped at the thought and she tickled his ribs causing him to burst out laughing.

The women lined up on their blocks with Kelsey in lane 2 and Sandy in lane 5. Jerome Adeane walked the line and said, "Ok ladies remember no switching lanes until the 200 metre mark. Are you ready?"

The girls crouched. "Set."

His pistol fired and the girls started then the pistol fired again. False start. Sandy grinned as they had known that this was just to get the five girls across the line to start then bounce to a stop. It would probably be replayed a thousand times by the end of the week.

Kelsey grinned back at her and realised that the other women's tops did not seem to contain the reinforcement and padding that her and Sandy's uniforms did.

The girls lined up again, this time the start was declared clean and they ran. For Kelsey and Sandy it was a jog to the 200 meter mark where she and Sandy dropped to the back.

The five girls in front of them were panting as they hit the 300 metre mark. Sandy and Kelsey moved around them passing them 30 metres from the 400 metre mark ensuring that they hit the line together as Jerome rang his bell.

Then they stretched it out, immediately hearing the noise of the crowd lift as they sensed that this was the real part of the race.

Sydney and his fellow competitors watched the pink and white clad women stretch out their legs. He was extremely proud when one of the men said, "My goodness, look at them go!"

Another said, "Fuck me they are better than most of the women I have seen at the Games!"

On the track the girls ran hard, pushing towards the final bend Kelsey was half a stride in front then they hit the straight. The noise was unbelievable as they powered on with the crowd screaming out names as just a continuous roar.

Sandy pumped her arms and her stride lengthened as she closed the gap to Kelsey. They hit the tape so closely that it took the officials almost one minute to declare Sandy the winner by 2/100's of a second.

"Oh baby," she crooned in Kelsey's ear, "I am going to make you so bad!"

The two women kissed panting into each other's mouths as they hugged. The footage had many, many women blushing in the crowd, as they too would have traded places with either of the women. They walked around the track waving holding each other's hands up and clapping.

The crowd loved them and when a rain of knickers and bras came down on them as they walked the back straight the ground announcer had to ask the audience to keep it clean though with an extremely husky voice.

They cleared the track and the women donned their tracksuits, much to the booing of the crowd so laughingly they all took them off again causing the crowd to cheer. The women then took up seats under a shade provided for them to watch the main event.

"Now for the main event!" called the announcer and the crowd hushed.

"Representing New Zealand, Captain Clinton Southey." Clinton jogged over to the stage and stood up on it waving to the cheering crowd.

"Fiji, Mr Alungi Moi Moi." A solidly built dark skinned man skipped up onto the stage waving to the crowd.

"Solomon Islands and current world record holder Mr Casey Yowyeh." The tall muscular man hopped up on the stage amid thunderous applause.

"Papua, Mr Kinea Sorburn." The little Papuan flashed his white smile as he joined the others.

"Australia, Mr Michael Peters," The tall fair skinned man gave a thumb's up as he jogged to the stage.

"Tonga, Mr Garley Vea Vea." A stocky powerful man stepped up with a wave and a little dance.

"Vanuatu, Mr Mahili Abunyee." A very colourfully dyed hair do adorned the top of the big runner from the little islands as he joined the stage causing a myriad of catcalls and cheers from the crowd.

The group on the stage stood giving limbs and bodies little shakes and shrugs as they waited, the crowd hushed.

"Now the man that they have challenged, from Australia. Mr Sydney! Whirlwind! Douglas!" The announcer fairly had to scream over the noise to finish Sydney's name as the man walked out on to the track and jogged over to the stage shaking hands with all of the competitors before he waved to the chanting crowd.

"Goodness!" exclaimed the little Papuan, "it's obvious who they want to win!" as "Whirlwind! Whirlwind!" shook the whole arena.

"You run your best mate!" said Sydney as he gave him a tap on the shoulder and a stern stare.

Sydney had drawn lane 1 and he was pleased as it meant he could see all of them outside of him so he could cover their early pace. He had ignored all offers of advice on how to run it. Finally putting his foot down saying that he would simply go for speed all the way and if it was fast enough then it was fast enough. No-one offered anything after that.

The crowd clapped and cheered as the man took off their tracksuits revealing their national colours for the athletes. Sydney waited until last before stripping to show the bright pink and white plus 4's style lycra shorts and the matching tight lycra shirt that made up his running suit. His feet were adorned with one bright pink and one bright white running shoe.

Thelma had matched them to the colours that Kelsey and Sandy wore and was hopeful that the colour combination would be adopted for the Whirlwind We Promise campaign. The colours far exceeded her expectations as Cue Ball showed her thousands of pink and white flags and clad bodies in glimpses of the future.

Sydney concentrated on his breathing and heart rate as he waited at the blocks. The noise of the crowd faded into the background as he waited for Jerome's instructions. The gun sounded and he took off seeing only the lane in front of him as he moved arms and legs into rhythm.

Body pumping he felt tremendous as he turned the first bend and hit the straight powering his legs into almost top gear. He leaned a little as he hit the top curve and through to the next one. Feeling rather than hearing the crowd roaring he pushed himself to top gear at the top of the home straight galloping to the tape that he saw waiting for him.

Never slowing he hit it then glanced across to see the little Papuan's arms pin wheeling as he slowed before the next bend.

Hearing his name called he turned to see the bright smiles of Sandy and Kelsey as they bounced into his body hugging him hard. "You won! You won!" they were screaming.

The other competitors swamped him as well with the current world record holder telling him in between puffs, "Man that was some race!"

Clinton Southey hugged him tightly and said, "Fuck me Sydney that was an experience and a half I tell you!"

Then the crowd's voice hushed as the ground announcer said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls the results. In third place in a time of 43.17 seconds Casey Yowyeh. Second place in 43.09 seconds Kinea Sorburn."

The announced paused as he waited for the cheers to silence and Sydney fidgeted nervously. No replay and no time had been displayed on any of the screens and he was desperate to know if they really had ran hard against him or not.

"First place in a new official world record time of 42.93 seconds Sydney Whirlwind Douglas!" Kelsey, Sandy, Robert and Thelma were screaming in his ears as he hung his head.

He turned to the other competitors, who were clapping and cheering, walked over to them and solemnly and tearfully shook each of their hands thanking them for their efforts. As he came to the end of the line the men surrounded him linking their arms over each other's' backs to exclude the cameras and microphones.

Casey Yowyeh spoke for them all. "Sydney we came here to challenge you man! We ran our best, hell me and Kinea broke the old world record, and you whipped us!

"We are proud to have been part of this day. If any of us had won those charities would still have got the money and we are going to make sure that they spend it properly and not lose it in some bullshit administration.

"Fuck man that was the hardest race I think any of us have been in. And we are all going to make sure that our hard work is going to be worth it! Never give up, never give in that's how you got to keep doing it!"

As one the men stepped back and slapped their hands to their chests, "To Victory!" they called.

Sydney slapped his hand to his chest and said, "I hear and obey!"

Chapter 9 - Rewards and bets paid

The party had gone on into the night at an invitation only cocktail and dancing function at an exclusive rooftop restaurant on Mokopuna Island. Officials, company sponsors and competitors, with their partners, made a festive gathering. President Weir made an official presentation of the prize money to Sydney who promptly presented them to the representatives of the three charity organisations.

He did so along with the warning that seven elite athletes present in the room would be carefully auditing how the money was being spent. From there the late afternoon into the evening was full of playful dancing, long chats and plenty of tales, some tall and some based on fact.

Sydney was amused by the tales that the Black Caps' captain was telling about some of the things said out on a cricket field.

Earlier in the evening Sydney was pleased that Jerome had sought him out to ask him his advice on the competitiveness of the New Zealand cricket team. He asked the man to meet him the following morning with his coach at a café down from the motel where the Australian team was staying.

Jerome had been a little daunted by the thought of asking his greatest rival for advice. Having attended a training session the day before when only six of the squad had shown up had overcome his fear. He had shook his head in disgust at the poor turn up when at the other end of the field the full Australian squad trained with their coach barking instructions that the players eagerly and enthusiastically followed.

Jenny had tagged Sydney most of the evening. The little girl receiving almost as much attention as the big man himself and she seemed to thrive on it. Politely thanking people and giving them warm hugs, little kisses and sometimes words of advice that left a few of them wondering if they had been talking to a seven year old or a seventy year old.

Sydney suggested that she tone it down a bit after she had advised the porn star that any more surgery would ruin her body. "Why?" she asked innocently. Sydney suggested that she might get her mother into trouble if it was suspected that she was watching the woman in action at home.

"But I haven't," she said softly, "just I read her and she is thinking of having her bum tightened. Whatever that means."

Sydney chuckled and said, "Jennifer stay seven years old for a little bit please."