Tyler Downs does not resemble a bidet

World Champs

It had been the moment Y/n had been preparing for her entire life. Her final dive at the FINA junior world championships.

Currently in second place, she would need to perform the greatest dive of her life if she wanted to snatch the gold medal from her arch nemesis Samantha Fricker. Samantha was stuck up, big headed and annoying, and not even great at diving in the first place. Y/n was convinced that Samantha had bribed the judges with some of her stupid eco-friendly straws to give her higher scores. Why the judges would want useless straws in the first place was beyond Y/n, but either way, she played fairly, and was going to get the gold medal from her talents alone.

'Pointed toes. Strong pike. Quick rotations. Straight entry.' Y/n whispered to herself, getting ready to perform her reverse 3/12 pike somersault. 'You've got this. Don't let that stupid fucker Samantha beat you.'

And with that, Y/n launched herself off the board. It was all such a blur. Of course, when you're diving into a pool from 10 metres above, there is a lot to think about, but also, no time to think about anything. Feeling the water hit her hands, Y/n focused on her entry, trying to create as little splash as possible.

She felt as if she did a good job, but then again, she wouldn't know until she got out of the water and saw the judges...

Swimming to the side of the pool, Y/n had never been more nervous in her life. Cheers had erupted from the crowd, and Coach Morris, seemed ecstatic. Despite this, nothing would put her at ease until the judges called out her score. She needed 97 points to beat Samantha. A very tall order.

"And with that final dive, Y/fn of Australia has earned 102.5 points." The head judge called out on the loud speaker.

It didn't even register at first until Coach Morris picked her up and spun her around, overjoyed. She was the world junior champion. And stupid Samantha wasn't. It could not have gone any better.

"I'm so proud of you Y/n! So proud. All of your work has paid off. The fucking world junior champion, ay!"

Y/n had never felt so happy in her life. Before she could even speak to her coach, organisers were ushering her to the change rooms, telling her to get dry and into her Australian tracksuit. The medal presentations were held immediately after the competition had ended, as the junior boys had their 10 metre final on the same day. She was excited to watch the final and see who was competing in it. For promotional reasons, she would also have to do quite a few interviews with the junior boys champion. Hopefully the winner would be nice. She wouldn't want to have to hang around with some ugly whore for the next few days for interviews and such...

*****

"And the gold medalist and junior girls world champion in the 10 metre individual platform event... representing Australia... Y/fn!"

Cheers erupted as Y/n stepped onto the podium triumphantly. She couldn't help but smirk when she saw Samantha on the silver medal podium, angry. She turned around the face the flag as the Australian national anthem played, clutching her gold medal in her hands, blinking back tears of joy. This was without a doubt the greatest moment of her life. This day couldn't get any better.