The marshall leading Ross over, he shook his head, watching over. Sam looked angry, and Ross did know full well he was going to deserve this. He could fight back, he could do something. He was a little dazed, and didn't fully take into account what the hell was going on. As Sam pushed past, she was running. Oh, fuck. In his mind, Ross kinda knew what was going to happen. I'm going to get knocked out for this. Sam's gloved fist was risen, and with his full face off, dirt and general post-crash mess over his race suit, Ross knew what was coming. He was a bit too bleary to bother responding. His preemption was correct.

It was right there, that Samantha knocked Ross the fuck out. The punch connected with his jaw, as he tried to push her away, marshalls grabbing her. As he fell to the floor, Ross kinda knew he deserved this...and it wasn't his usual self to respond, he wasn't angry enough, not tense enough to deal with it like he normally could, protecting Kimberly. Nope, this was his mistake. She was angry, he was holding back, she was disqualified at that very moment, and he felt his vision vanish, turn to a blur as he heard swearing from Kimberly, and his earshot go deaf.

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The wind roared, and the feeling was one that was truly incredible, the distant orange glow of the sunlight on the horizon, the fact that he was tailing behind Ellie, her trail rushing from her foot, her white and golden wingsuit shining in the sun, her big Canadian-Scottish flag on her leg wing always a distinct feature that made Ellie Dorian who she was, Seb thought to herself. Did her butt look big in it? Well, with the huge volume of air rushing through her suit, yes, yes it did, Seb joked to himself, as he kept her in frame, Lydden Hill visible below her arms and legs, gliding like a flying squirrel, well and truly. They were sinking through the altitude, and their smoke could be seen through the sky....for at least two and a half minutes, they had plunged, and flown distinctively through the sky. 4,000 feet was approaching, and Seb knew that safely, this was the end of the run for them.

Splitting off, he headed towards Ellie's left, and with a distinct movement, separated himself off, knowing he was going to be out of her way. Closing his legs for a moment, he reached for his pilot chute, throwing it out from his rig, the pilot catching air and in itself, pulling the deployment bag out of the container, and with it, the canopy that put a brake on Seb's flight. From 150 to 0, in around five seconds. If the slider didn't exist to make it that slow, and the fact that Seb was experienced enough with this weren't there, this would be dangerous, no doubt.

The canopy roared open, Seb whooping only just a little, as he grabbed the toggles after checking it over, the red and white parachute above his head, with a GoPro logo splashed across it's surface, as he looked over towards Ellie, able to even see her go for her pilot chute, flying a little further along. Taking control, he waited until she was under canopy, smoke still billowing from his feet. Seb steered downwards, into a spiral, the canopy spinning and spinning round, picking up speed and dropping down, as he kept an eye open, knowing where they were aiming for.

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Ross awoke under the First Aid tent, to the sight of Kimberly close by, as he smiled. The sight of parachutes could be seen in an opening in the tent's side, as he smirked, looking up.
"Kimberly..." He smiled, an ice pack on his chin, and a pretty sharp pain, as he began to recover consciousness. He had 
"I love....." Ross was about to speak, before he turned to the grass to the side of the stretcher bed he was laying on, and was violently sick, chundering up, as he groaned a little in pain, looking up at Kimberly. It was a good thing that they were married, or this shit would be the best reason to dump, ever. A hurt Ross, with a bit of sick over his lip, looking like hell. It was poetic. 
"God......I love you, Kimberly. Did I miss the show?" Ross said, looking on as he heard cheering outside. It was going on....well, he had finished second, and whilst it had been at a cost, no doubt the race marshals would want to see what happened. But the footage had been pretty incredible, matter of fact, it had been all caught on camera. And, him getting knocked the fuck out too, by some random audience member. Not that Ross knew that yet, or most of the people in the Paddock. And yet out there, Ross could vaguely know that things were picking up.
"I kinda feel alright....can you help me up? As far as I can tell....my head hurts like hell, but I want to see what's going on." Ross said to her, wiping his face a little, moving his back as he moaned a little in pain, sitting up, his head spinning just a little bit, as he felt bleary.