~ Ready, Steady, Go! - Chapter 55 ~ (02/03/12)(56k/MobileApp Warning!)
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That was hilarious. I am maybe one of the only people who don't mind how late a chapter gets put up.
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Oh don't worry, I know all too well not to mess with a crazy Yuka.
She's developing a superstar mentality.
Barely takes a day to fly from Europe to Japan, which is where RKM HQ is apparently located.
What are you implying? We're both taken!
Yeah. Quite odd to write a chapter with an angry main character breathing down your neck.
Demolish ALL the walls!Demolishing the 4th wall FTW!
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Chapter 29 - Godzilla The Third
The next day…
Yuka and Hitomi finally arrived in Rome after almost an entire day of travelling. Yuka was completely exhausted from the long haul, but Hitomi was still wide awake. The C4’s nose was covered in motorway flies and the whole body was almost completely caked in grime. Yuka pulled into the hotel car park and shut the engine off. Yuka unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned on Hitomi’s shoulder.
“Finally! Rest!”
”Hey! I’m not your girlfriend, get off me.”
”I just drove for nine hours straight thanks to you!”
”Well sorry if I dozed off for a bit!”
”For a bit? You practically slept for eight of the nine hours!”
“Come on now Yuka, don’t get mad at me because I got tired after shopping.”
Yuka sighed and got out of the car. She unlocked the boot of the car and opened it up.
“You take the bags.”
“Yuka? You’re not really mad at me right?”
”Can we just get to our room so I can sleep?”
”Can’t you at least take your own backpack?”
Yuka grabbed her bag angrily and marched off towards the hotel. Hitomi picked up the rest of the bags and followed Yuka inside. They checked in and went up to their room. Yuka opened the door and immediately rushed to the double bed, dropping her bag as she flopped onto the bed.
“Ahhhhhhh!! So soft!”
Hitomi looked around, trying to find the other bed.
”Um… Yuka, there’s only one bed. I thought this was a room for two?”
”They didn’t have any rooms left with two singles. It’s this or separate rooms.”
”Do we get two covers or are we sharing that too?”
”Sharing.”
”Great…”
”Well you can either sleep beside me, or you can go see if there’s a nice Italian guy who’ll be willing to lend you a bed.”
”Yuka! I like to have fun but I’m not a whore!”
“Then quit moaning like one.”
“Hey!”
Meanwhile, in Japan…
Frank was stood beside TJ in the garage, admiring the Atenza.
“You bought Dave this?”
”Won.”
”Sorry. You won this for Dave then?”
”Not intentionally, but yes. I was doing some investigating of my own and I ended up racing someone for keeps. I figured I might as well give Dave the car I won.”
”He’ll be happy but he’ll also want a paint gun as soon as possible.”
”Hah, probably. Anyway Frankie-boy, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Go on…?”
”Are you and Dave…? I mean. Yuka and Kei are, you know, together.”
”Are you serious? You think I’m having a relationship with Dave?”
”Maybe. I’m just curious after I heard about Yuka and Kei.”
”Oh, well no, we’re not. We’re both happily straight, just…”
”Just hopeless with women?”
”Yeah…”
”Go out more often. As in actually out, not just tagging along with Dave to racetracks. You’re not going to find many racer chicks out there, or racer chicks that are single for that matter.”
”Thanks for the advice.”
“Anyway back to business. You say Dave will be out in a week right?”
”Right.”
“I’ve got a small lead to go on. A green Ford Mustang. You go ask Dave about it and see if it triggers a reaction.”
”Alright. What will you do?”
”I’m going to Tokyo Used Cars. See if I can find anything useful there, maybe one of them has seen the Mustang.”
”Sounds like a plan. I’ll get going then. Later TJ, thanks for your help.”
”You’re welcome.”
Later on…
TJ arrived at Tokyo Used Cars. Cooper and his merry band of racing salesmen were outside on their lunch break, preparing for their usual lunchtime street race. TJ approached the group.
“So you’re the boys who keep selling abused cars to my customers!”
Cooper stood up.
”TJ you son of a gun! Keep your voice down!”
“Why? Will people listen? I doubt it. Anyway, if I say green Ford Mustang, what would be your reaction?”
”I’d tell you where I saw one only a few days ago.”
”Tsukuba?”
”Bingo. What’s this about?”
”I’ve heard rumours that he’s the one who wrote Dave’s car off.”
”I knew something wasn’t right about him!”
“Tell me everything.”
”Let’s race first.”
”I hope you realise I came with Yuka’s old R33. I’ll thrash anything you can throw at me.”
”I just want to witness the legend himself. Come on, just for kicks?”
”If I must…”
“Yes!”
Cooper started rounding up the boys, organising the grid positions as he shouted orders at people.
Starting Grid
1. Cooper’s Yellow Toyota Celica SS-II
2. Silver Honda CR-X Del Sol
3. Black Toyota Celica GT-Four
4. Red Honda Prelude
5. Silver Nissan 280Z
6. Grey Nissan Skyline R30
7. TJ’s Red Nissan Skyline R33 GT-R
8. Red Mitsubishi FTO
9. Black Toyota Altezza
10. Grey Mini Cooper S
11. Green Mazda RX-7 FC3S
12. Silver Nissan Skyline R32
“Lets see how long I can stay in first for. TJ’s R33 is going to tear everyone apart.”
“I’m going to take you down Cooper, B16 power!”
“These old Celica’s are sweet! Much better than the newer crap.”
“Damn it I thought this was one of the fully loaded ones, this Prelude doesn’t even have a CD player!”
“Okay Zetto!”
“The R30 Skyline, a true legend. Then there’s the R33 behind me, a true slaughterer of supercars.”
“So this is Yuka’s playground eh?”
“Holy crap what’s an R33 doing here?!”
“Ugh, this car smells of granny pee.”
“I feel like such a girl driving this…”
“As a rotary fan, I’m honoured to be driving something especially special like this FC.”
“Shame this isn’t a GT-R.”
The lights went green and the pack set off, rushing to the first corner, but nowhere near as quickly as TJ’s R33.
“That R33 is freaking fast!”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Lets go Prelu- Woah!”
“What’s the deal with that Skyline?!”
“Damn! Is he going to pass Cooper before the corner?”
TJ slotted himself neatly between Cooper’s Celica and the Del Sol behind him.
“No way, he’s already behind me?”
”Move over kiddo.”
TJ overtook Cooper almost effortlessly.
“It’s over already, wow. Not even Yuka was this ruthless with us. Shows how much power that R33 really has.”
“It’s already over…”
The rest of the race was a complete massacre. TJ’s R33 went on to break Yuka’s previous lap record by miles. Cooper came second, holding off the Del Sol to the very end. Cooper pulled up beside TJ after the race and got out to talk to TJ.
”Nice race TJ.”
”Yeah. Now, about this Mustang.”
”Ah yeah. I met an American guy driving a green 1971 Ford Mustang at Tsukuba the other day. He seemed like a bit of a prick. He had that air about him, you know? He raced semi-clean but the moment he got in front, he decided to block our view with a cloud of smoke. Not exactly polite behaviour.”
”I’m interested to meet him. Where can I find him?”
”I don’t know, I’m sorry. Hey, I’ll let you know if I see him again, alright?”
”That would help, thanks. Is that all then?”
”Pretty much. Sorry I made you race, but hey, it was fun right?”
“I’m slowly getting back into the groove of racing. The R33 is doing most of the work though. The tyres aren’t coping though, they’re overstressed with all this power. The only solution is racing tyres, but then the car wouldn’t be road legal anymore.”
“I envy you. You’re pretty much the model street racer. Skilled and knowledgeable.”
“Haha. If you say so. It just comes with being a mechanic.”
”Yeah. Oh! The Mustang driver, I got his name too. Shin. He was looking for Yuka’s cousin I think… He mentioned he was looking for a girl with a Corvette.”
”Hitomi? She doesn’t seem to be the sort who’d associate herself with that sort of guy. Then again, I have no idea how things work overseas.”
“They’re in Europe right now, should we call them?”
”Yeah, but not now. We need to make sure Shin is who we’re looking for first.”
”True that. We best get looking for evidence then.”
The next day…
Yuka and Hitomi finally arrived in Rome after almost an entire day of travelling. Yuka was completely exhausted from the long haul, but Hitomi was still wide awake. The C4’s nose was covered in motorway flies and the whole body was almost completely caked in grime. Yuka pulled into the hotel car park and shut the engine off. Yuka unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned on Hitomi’s shoulder.
“Finally! Rest!”
”Hey! I’m not your girlfriend, get off me.”
”I just drove for nine hours straight thanks to you!”
”Well sorry if I dozed off for a bit!”
”For a bit? You practically slept for eight of the nine hours!”
“Come on now Yuka, don’t get mad at me because I got tired after shopping.”
Yuka sighed and got out of the car. She unlocked the boot of the car and opened it up.
“You take the bags.”
“Yuka? You’re not really mad at me right?”
”Can we just get to our room so I can sleep?”
”Can’t you at least take your own backpack?”
Yuka grabbed her bag angrily and marched off towards the hotel. Hitomi picked up the rest of the bags and followed Yuka inside. They checked in and went up to their room. Yuka opened the door and immediately rushed to the double bed, dropping her bag as she flopped onto the bed.
“Ahhhhhhh!! So soft!”
Hitomi looked around, trying to find the other bed.
”Um… Yuka, there’s only one bed. I thought this was a room for two?”
”They didn’t have any rooms left with two singles. It’s this or separate rooms.”
”Do we get two covers or are we sharing that too?”
”Sharing.”
”Great…”
”Well you can either sleep beside me, or you can go see if there’s a nice Italian guy who’ll be willing to lend you a bed.”
”Yuka! I like to have fun but I’m not a whore!”
“Then quit moaning like one.”
“Hey!”
Meanwhile, in Japan…
Frank was stood beside TJ in the garage, admiring the Atenza.
“You bought Dave this?”
”Won.”
”Sorry. You won this for Dave then?”
”Not intentionally, but yes. I was doing some investigating of my own and I ended up racing someone for keeps. I figured I might as well give Dave the car I won.”
”He’ll be happy but he’ll also want a paint gun as soon as possible.”
”Hah, probably. Anyway Frankie-boy, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Go on…?”
”Are you and Dave…? I mean. Yuka and Kei are, you know, together.”
”Are you serious? You think I’m having a relationship with Dave?”
”Maybe. I’m just curious after I heard about Yuka and Kei.”
”Oh, well no, we’re not. We’re both happily straight, just…”
”Just hopeless with women?”
”Yeah…”
”Go out more often. As in actually out, not just tagging along with Dave to racetracks. You’re not going to find many racer chicks out there, or racer chicks that are single for that matter.”
”Thanks for the advice.”
“Anyway back to business. You say Dave will be out in a week right?”
”Right.”
“I’ve got a small lead to go on. A green Ford Mustang. You go ask Dave about it and see if it triggers a reaction.”
”Alright. What will you do?”
”I’m going to Tokyo Used Cars. See if I can find anything useful there, maybe one of them has seen the Mustang.”
”Sounds like a plan. I’ll get going then. Later TJ, thanks for your help.”
”You’re welcome.”
Later on…
TJ arrived at Tokyo Used Cars. Cooper and his merry band of racing salesmen were outside on their lunch break, preparing for their usual lunchtime street race. TJ approached the group.
“So you’re the boys who keep selling abused cars to my customers!”
Cooper stood up.
”TJ you son of a gun! Keep your voice down!”
“Why? Will people listen? I doubt it. Anyway, if I say green Ford Mustang, what would be your reaction?”
”I’d tell you where I saw one only a few days ago.”
”Tsukuba?”
”Bingo. What’s this about?”
”I’ve heard rumours that he’s the one who wrote Dave’s car off.”
”I knew something wasn’t right about him!”
“Tell me everything.”
”Let’s race first.”
”I hope you realise I came with Yuka’s old R33. I’ll thrash anything you can throw at me.”
”I just want to witness the legend himself. Come on, just for kicks?”
”If I must…”
“Yes!”
Cooper started rounding up the boys, organising the grid positions as he shouted orders at people.
Starting Grid
1. Cooper’s Yellow Toyota Celica SS-II
2. Silver Honda CR-X Del Sol
3. Black Toyota Celica GT-Four
4. Red Honda Prelude
5. Silver Nissan 280Z
6. Grey Nissan Skyline R30
7. TJ’s Red Nissan Skyline R33 GT-R
8. Red Mitsubishi FTO
9. Black Toyota Altezza
10. Grey Mini Cooper S
11. Green Mazda RX-7 FC3S
12. Silver Nissan Skyline R32
“Lets see how long I can stay in first for. TJ’s R33 is going to tear everyone apart.”
“I’m going to take you down Cooper, B16 power!”
“These old Celica’s are sweet! Much better than the newer crap.”
“Damn it I thought this was one of the fully loaded ones, this Prelude doesn’t even have a CD player!”
“Okay Zetto!”
“The R30 Skyline, a true legend. Then there’s the R33 behind me, a true slaughterer of supercars.”
“So this is Yuka’s playground eh?”
“Holy crap what’s an R33 doing here?!”
“Ugh, this car smells of granny pee.”
“I feel like such a girl driving this…”
“As a rotary fan, I’m honoured to be driving something especially special like this FC.”
“Shame this isn’t a GT-R.”
The lights went green and the pack set off, rushing to the first corner, but nowhere near as quickly as TJ’s R33.
“That R33 is freaking fast!”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Lets go Prelu- Woah!”
“What’s the deal with that Skyline?!”
“Damn! Is he going to pass Cooper before the corner?”
TJ slotted himself neatly between Cooper’s Celica and the Del Sol behind him.
“No way, he’s already behind me?”
”Move over kiddo.”
TJ overtook Cooper almost effortlessly.
“It’s over already, wow. Not even Yuka was this ruthless with us. Shows how much power that R33 really has.”
“It’s already over…”
The rest of the race was a complete massacre. TJ’s R33 went on to break Yuka’s previous lap record by miles. Cooper came second, holding off the Del Sol to the very end. Cooper pulled up beside TJ after the race and got out to talk to TJ.
”Nice race TJ.”
”Yeah. Now, about this Mustang.”
”Ah yeah. I met an American guy driving a green 1971 Ford Mustang at Tsukuba the other day. He seemed like a bit of a prick. He had that air about him, you know? He raced semi-clean but the moment he got in front, he decided to block our view with a cloud of smoke. Not exactly polite behaviour.”
”I’m interested to meet him. Where can I find him?”
”I don’t know, I’m sorry. Hey, I’ll let you know if I see him again, alright?”
”That would help, thanks. Is that all then?”
”Pretty much. Sorry I made you race, but hey, it was fun right?”
“I’m slowly getting back into the groove of racing. The R33 is doing most of the work though. The tyres aren’t coping though, they’re overstressed with all this power. The only solution is racing tyres, but then the car wouldn’t be road legal anymore.”
“I envy you. You’re pretty much the model street racer. Skilled and knowledgeable.”
“Haha. If you say so. It just comes with being a mechanic.”
”Yeah. Oh! The Mustang driver, I got his name too. Shin. He was looking for Yuka’s cousin I think… He mentioned he was looking for a girl with a Corvette.”
”Hitomi? She doesn’t seem to be the sort who’d associate herself with that sort of guy. Then again, I have no idea how things work overseas.”
“They’re in Europe right now, should we call them?”
”Yeah, but not now. We need to make sure Shin is who we’re looking for first.”
”True that. We best get looking for evidence then.”
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Chapter 30 - Welcome To Race Wars
Disclaimer: Going to change up the writing style a bit, hopefully itll make the story easier to follow.
Also please ignore the damage to the cars, online events can get a bit bumpy.
Race Wars, a sanctioned drag race on a closed off stretch of route 7. The racers that attend and organise the event insist on an invite-only policy. However, they are known to let the odd exception through the barricade.
Shin was cruising down route 7, looking for a race to end his night. No one was around though.
Shin: Damn, no one around? I guess after that incident with the Vitz, people are staying off the road, huh?
In the distance, Shin saw a couple of Toyota Tacoma pick-up trucks blocking the road. He slowed down and stopped at the roadblock. He got out to confront the drivers.
Shin: Hey morons! Youre blocking the road!
Driver #1: Hey moron, this is a road block. No entry unless youre invited through.
Shin: Invited? Invited to what?
Driver #2: Race Wars.
Shin: The heck is that?
Driver #1: Nothing youre invited to obviously, now scram!
Shin: Rude pieces of
Just then, a HellBlau Mercedes 300SL pulled up to the roadblock. A girl got out of the car.
Girl: Hey! Whats with the roadblock? I need to get through.
Driver #1: Sorry Miss, the road is closed for a sanctioned racing event.
Girl: Yeah I know, Im invited to it. Ask them if you dont believe me.
Driver #1: Alright, go through.
Driver #2: But you Mustang boy, beat it!
Girl: No, hes with me!
Shin: Huh?
Driver #2: Huh? Really? Alright then, on you go.
The girl got back into her 300SL and drove through the gap in the roadblock. Shin, still stunned, quickly got into his Mustang and followed. The girl pulled over further down the motorway and signalled Shin to do the same. Shin pulled over behind her. She got out and approached Shin.
Girl: Hey. Nice Mustang, I couldnt let you get shut out of Race Wars like that.
Shin: Thanks, I guess.
Girl: Im Sylvia.
Shin: Shin.
Sylvia: Well Shin, best of luck at Race Wars.
Sylvia jogged back to her car and drove off down the motorway, Shin followed. They finally reached a line of tuned cars. Shin and Sylvia parked side by side in a gap between a Civic and an Integrale. Shin looked over at Sylvia.
Shin: Why did you help me ? Youre an interesting one.
Shin noticed the other drivers talking into walkie-talkies briefly before a man approached him. The man tapped the window of the Mustang and the 300SL.
Man: You two, listen up. Head down to the tunnel, just go right and youll reach it.
Sylvia: Down the wrong side of the motorway?!
Man: We have the road closed up, theres no traffic.
Shin: Is that so? Well then, lets see what your little club is capable of.
Man: I go by the handle of Onboy here. Whore you two?
Sylvia: Im Sylvia Anderson.
Onboy: I know you, youre that
Sylvia coughed.
Sylvia: Dont say it
Shin: Im Shin, but you can call me The Guy In The Mustang Whos Going To Mop The Floor With You If You Dont Stop Harassing That Girl.
Onboy: Very funny. Ill call you Funny Guy instead.
Shin: And Ill call you an ambulance if you keep this up, Boy.
Onboy: Ill see you on the street, Shin.
Onboy stormed back to his car, a yellow Nissan S13 Silvia. He shouted to the rest of the drivers.
Onboy: Lets go already!
An orchestra of engines started up and revved wildly, before heading down to the tunnel.
Shin lined up with the other drivers in pairs, waiting to blast down the tunnel. Onboy pulled beside.
Onboy: Youre going down!
Shin: I hope your engine is as big as your mouth, because mine sure is.
Onboy: My 1800cc turbo will beat your old fashioned V8!
Shin: Theres no replacement for displacement!
The light flashed green, Shin and Onboy both launched off the line. Shins Mustang spun its rear tyres off the line, happily leaving more rubber on the ground. Onboys Silvia gripped hard and took the Mustang off the line.
Onboys grip didnt get him far though, as Shins supercharged Mustang gripped the tarmac and started to leave the S13 behind.
Onboy: Ha! Wait! No!
Shin: V8 wins every time. No replacement for displacement.
Onboy stayed hard on the throttle, reluctant to lose to the powerhouse Mustang.
Shin: Still behind me? Youre okay, but youd get stomped on my turf.
Shin kept hard on the throttle, keeping ahead of Onboy until he emerged from the other side of the tunnel as the victor.
Shin: I expected more from a loudmouth like you. What a disappointment.
Onboy: Damn it!
Shin: That was fun though, I could get used to this.
Shin returned to the queue, itching for another race. Back at the queue, the other drivers were still waiting for their go. Up next was a duel between a Skyline and S2000.
S2000 Driver: Hey baby, how about we race for that hot ass of yours?
The Skyline driver rolled down his tinted window and stared at the S2000 driver.
S2000 Driver: Holy ! Geez dude why you driving a pink car? You give guys the wrong idea!
Skyline Driver: Dont get any ideas. Its my sisters car.
S2000 Driver: Is she hot?
The Skyline driver grumbled and rolled up his window and started revving.
S2000 Driver: Punk ass.
They lined up.
The lights went green and both cars sprinted off the line with almost perfect launches. The S2000 took an early lead with its lighter body.
The S2000 pulled ahead early.
S2000 Driver: At least Ill win after that embarrassment.
The S2000 kept on accelerating faster than the Skyline, extending its lead by inches every second.
Skyline Driver: Not for long.
The Skyline started catching up as the S2000 begun losing out in top end pace. In seconds, the Skyline drew alongside the S2000.
S2000 Driver: What? What?!
With its superior top end, the Skyline overtook and eventually beat the S2000.
S2000 Driver: Damn! Fu..! Im going to keep my mouth shut from here on out
Sylvia lined up beside the S2000 from earlier.
Sylvia: Okay, 4 gears. It couldnt be that difficult.
Sylvia looked over at the S2000.
Sylvia: That S2000 looks pretty fast.
The lights went green, Sylvia floored it off the line. The 300SLs high grip giving it a clear lead over the S2000 right off the line.
Despite the best efforts of the S2000, there was no stopping Sylvias 300SL down the tunnel.
Sylvia won with a great lead, completely roasting the S2000 and her own engine temperature, which was just a bit higher than normal now.
Sylvia: Hah! So much for JDM!
The pink Skylne was now up against an FC RX-7.
The two didnt exchange words, the paintjob on the Skyline made conversation somewhat awkward. The lights went green and the Skyline launched off the line hard, beating the FC by almost half a car length before they had even gotten out of first gear. Onboy snuck round the two on the shoulder lane, turning the race into a three-way.
Onboy: I have to win at least one race tonight!
The Skyline tore ahead of the FC and tried to stick with Onboys S13.
Skyline Driver: Come here you cheat!
With Shins victory over him fueling his rage, Onboy kept hard on the throttle, widening the gap between him and the Skyline.
Onboy held onto the lead with ease and won the race. Both of his opponents shook their heads in disbelief.
Onboy: A win is a win! Hijacked or not!
Skyline Driver: I won, this fool cant just barge into races.
RX-7 Driver: Ugh!
It was Shins turn again. Beside him was the white FC RX-7.
Shin: An RX-7 eh? Nice.
RX-7 Driver: Hey! Hey! Do you want to have a little wager? I have one thousand American dollars.
Shin: Sure, lets do it.
RX-7 Driver: They call me White Knight here. My FC is practically untouchable here.
Shin: Im Shin. Ive not lost a race since coming to Japan.
The lights went green. Shin launched the Mustang, roaring off the line, leaving White Knights RX-7 choking on dust.
The RX-7 fell behind quickly, unable to match the 351 under the Mustangs bonnet.
Shin: Glad Im making money from this. Untouchable? Only because youre last son.
White Knight: Damn! Hes fast!
Shin kept going, increasing the gap between him and the RX-7 until it was just a one-pony race. Shin crossed the line multiple lengths ahead of the RX-7.
Shin: Thatll cover my air ticket.
White Knight: Crap! I wasnt expecting to lose!
Shin turned around and headed back to the queue. Meanwhile, a young CR-Z driver pulled up beside a familiar Civic.
CR-Z Driver: Isnt that Hawk from the Type R Titans? Scary. His face is all eugh.
Hawk: What you looking at? You want to die tonight?
CR-Z: Nothing, no!
Hawk: Good. I dont want to get my knife dirty with the blood of some punk who thinks hes better than me.
CR-Z: Arrogant prick
Before the lights even went green, Hawk raced off the line. Leaving the CR-Z Driver by surprise.
Hawk: Take that you punk!
CR-Z Driver: What a cheater!
The CR-Z Driver ignored the lights and gave chase.
CR-Z Driver: I wont let you get away with this!
The CR-Z driver put his foot to the floor, but the CR-Z is still just a CR-Z at the end of the day. Hawk kept going until he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his face.
Hawk: Ugh!! Why is my face so hot?! Is it the medication?! Argh!!
Hawk took his foot off the throttle in his panic, allowing the CR-Z to pass.
CR-Z Driver: Thats what you get for being a foul-mouthed gangster! I hope you rot!
Hawk tried to get back up to speed, but it was no use. The CR-Z driver was long gone, taking advantage of the disabled Hawk.
Hawk: Youll pay for that one you slimy little punk!
Shin pulled up beside Sylvia Anderson, the 300SL driver.
Shin: So its you.
Sylvia: Ready?
Shin nodded.
The lights went green, Sylvia and Shin flew off the line.
Coming off the line, the 300SL and the Mustang were completely even.
Shin slammed the Mustang into second and started inching ahead of Sylvia.
Sylvia: Hes fast! This 4-speed isnt helping!
Shin: Shes got good acceleration up to first, why is she dropping back now?
Sylvia: Come on! I need to win even if it kills me!
The 300SL slowly started to reel the Mustang in, the engine temperature started to rise sharply.
Shin: Catching up now? I underestimated you. However it seems your car cant cope with the stress of racing.
Belong long, Sylvia was once again beside the Mustang.
Shin: No way, shes too fast.
Sylvia: Yes! Come on!
But all of a sudden, Sylvia dropped back and by a lot.
Shin: Hmm?
Sylvia: Oh no! The temperature! Its overheating already? I need to win!
Sylvias mistake cost her the race, despite her best efforts to make a come back with the crippled 300SL.
Sylvia: Oh damn! So close!
Shin: Im not sure what happened to you back there Sylvia, but you shouldve won this. Perhaps its a sign that the Mustang needs another boost in power
Special thanks to driftking18594, C-ZETA, machate-man, NascarManiaco99, NSX>GOD, Onboy123, o_RED_NECK_o, Rotary Junkie, Ryou, S30Zenzow and ZacharySim for coming to Race Wars! (If Ive missed you out, let me know!)
Disclaimer: Going to change up the writing style a bit, hopefully itll make the story easier to follow.
Also please ignore the damage to the cars, online events can get a bit bumpy.
Race Wars, a sanctioned drag race on a closed off stretch of route 7. The racers that attend and organise the event insist on an invite-only policy. However, they are known to let the odd exception through the barricade.
Shin was cruising down route 7, looking for a race to end his night. No one was around though.
Shin: Damn, no one around? I guess after that incident with the Vitz, people are staying off the road, huh?
In the distance, Shin saw a couple of Toyota Tacoma pick-up trucks blocking the road. He slowed down and stopped at the roadblock. He got out to confront the drivers.
Shin: Hey morons! Youre blocking the road!
Driver #1: Hey moron, this is a road block. No entry unless youre invited through.
Shin: Invited? Invited to what?
Driver #2: Race Wars.
Shin: The heck is that?
Driver #1: Nothing youre invited to obviously, now scram!
Shin: Rude pieces of
Just then, a HellBlau Mercedes 300SL pulled up to the roadblock. A girl got out of the car.
Girl: Hey! Whats with the roadblock? I need to get through.
Driver #1: Sorry Miss, the road is closed for a sanctioned racing event.
Girl: Yeah I know, Im invited to it. Ask them if you dont believe me.
Driver #1: Alright, go through.
Driver #2: But you Mustang boy, beat it!
Girl: No, hes with me!
Shin: Huh?
Driver #2: Huh? Really? Alright then, on you go.
The girl got back into her 300SL and drove through the gap in the roadblock. Shin, still stunned, quickly got into his Mustang and followed. The girl pulled over further down the motorway and signalled Shin to do the same. Shin pulled over behind her. She got out and approached Shin.
Girl: Hey. Nice Mustang, I couldnt let you get shut out of Race Wars like that.
Shin: Thanks, I guess.
Girl: Im Sylvia.
Shin: Shin.
Sylvia: Well Shin, best of luck at Race Wars.
Sylvia jogged back to her car and drove off down the motorway, Shin followed. They finally reached a line of tuned cars. Shin and Sylvia parked side by side in a gap between a Civic and an Integrale. Shin looked over at Sylvia.
Shin: Why did you help me ? Youre an interesting one.
Shin noticed the other drivers talking into walkie-talkies briefly before a man approached him. The man tapped the window of the Mustang and the 300SL.
Man: You two, listen up. Head down to the tunnel, just go right and youll reach it.
Sylvia: Down the wrong side of the motorway?!
Man: We have the road closed up, theres no traffic.
Shin: Is that so? Well then, lets see what your little club is capable of.
Man: I go by the handle of Onboy here. Whore you two?
Sylvia: Im Sylvia Anderson.
Onboy: I know you, youre that
Sylvia coughed.
Sylvia: Dont say it
Shin: Im Shin, but you can call me The Guy In The Mustang Whos Going To Mop The Floor With You If You Dont Stop Harassing That Girl.
Onboy: Very funny. Ill call you Funny Guy instead.
Shin: And Ill call you an ambulance if you keep this up, Boy.
Onboy: Ill see you on the street, Shin.
Onboy stormed back to his car, a yellow Nissan S13 Silvia. He shouted to the rest of the drivers.
Onboy: Lets go already!
An orchestra of engines started up and revved wildly, before heading down to the tunnel.
Shin lined up with the other drivers in pairs, waiting to blast down the tunnel. Onboy pulled beside.
Onboy: Youre going down!
Shin: I hope your engine is as big as your mouth, because mine sure is.
Onboy: My 1800cc turbo will beat your old fashioned V8!
Shin: Theres no replacement for displacement!
The light flashed green, Shin and Onboy both launched off the line. Shins Mustang spun its rear tyres off the line, happily leaving more rubber on the ground. Onboys Silvia gripped hard and took the Mustang off the line.
Onboys grip didnt get him far though, as Shins supercharged Mustang gripped the tarmac and started to leave the S13 behind.
Onboy: Ha! Wait! No!
Shin: V8 wins every time. No replacement for displacement.
Onboy stayed hard on the throttle, reluctant to lose to the powerhouse Mustang.
Shin: Still behind me? Youre okay, but youd get stomped on my turf.
Shin kept hard on the throttle, keeping ahead of Onboy until he emerged from the other side of the tunnel as the victor.
Shin: I expected more from a loudmouth like you. What a disappointment.
Onboy: Damn it!
Shin: That was fun though, I could get used to this.
Shin returned to the queue, itching for another race. Back at the queue, the other drivers were still waiting for their go. Up next was a duel between a Skyline and S2000.
S2000 Driver: Hey baby, how about we race for that hot ass of yours?
The Skyline driver rolled down his tinted window and stared at the S2000 driver.
S2000 Driver: Holy ! Geez dude why you driving a pink car? You give guys the wrong idea!
Skyline Driver: Dont get any ideas. Its my sisters car.
S2000 Driver: Is she hot?
The Skyline driver grumbled and rolled up his window and started revving.
S2000 Driver: Punk ass.
They lined up.
The lights went green and both cars sprinted off the line with almost perfect launches. The S2000 took an early lead with its lighter body.
The S2000 pulled ahead early.
S2000 Driver: At least Ill win after that embarrassment.
The S2000 kept on accelerating faster than the Skyline, extending its lead by inches every second.
Skyline Driver: Not for long.
The Skyline started catching up as the S2000 begun losing out in top end pace. In seconds, the Skyline drew alongside the S2000.
S2000 Driver: What? What?!
With its superior top end, the Skyline overtook and eventually beat the S2000.
S2000 Driver: Damn! Fu..! Im going to keep my mouth shut from here on out
Sylvia lined up beside the S2000 from earlier.
Sylvia: Okay, 4 gears. It couldnt be that difficult.
Sylvia looked over at the S2000.
Sylvia: That S2000 looks pretty fast.
The lights went green, Sylvia floored it off the line. The 300SLs high grip giving it a clear lead over the S2000 right off the line.
Despite the best efforts of the S2000, there was no stopping Sylvias 300SL down the tunnel.
Sylvia won with a great lead, completely roasting the S2000 and her own engine temperature, which was just a bit higher than normal now.
Sylvia: Hah! So much for JDM!
The pink Skylne was now up against an FC RX-7.
The two didnt exchange words, the paintjob on the Skyline made conversation somewhat awkward. The lights went green and the Skyline launched off the line hard, beating the FC by almost half a car length before they had even gotten out of first gear. Onboy snuck round the two on the shoulder lane, turning the race into a three-way.
Onboy: I have to win at least one race tonight!
The Skyline tore ahead of the FC and tried to stick with Onboys S13.
Skyline Driver: Come here you cheat!
With Shins victory over him fueling his rage, Onboy kept hard on the throttle, widening the gap between him and the Skyline.
Onboy held onto the lead with ease and won the race. Both of his opponents shook their heads in disbelief.
Onboy: A win is a win! Hijacked or not!
Skyline Driver: I won, this fool cant just barge into races.
RX-7 Driver: Ugh!
It was Shins turn again. Beside him was the white FC RX-7.
Shin: An RX-7 eh? Nice.
RX-7 Driver: Hey! Hey! Do you want to have a little wager? I have one thousand American dollars.
Shin: Sure, lets do it.
RX-7 Driver: They call me White Knight here. My FC is practically untouchable here.
Shin: Im Shin. Ive not lost a race since coming to Japan.
The lights went green. Shin launched the Mustang, roaring off the line, leaving White Knights RX-7 choking on dust.
The RX-7 fell behind quickly, unable to match the 351 under the Mustangs bonnet.
Shin: Glad Im making money from this. Untouchable? Only because youre last son.
White Knight: Damn! Hes fast!
Shin kept going, increasing the gap between him and the RX-7 until it was just a one-pony race. Shin crossed the line multiple lengths ahead of the RX-7.
Shin: Thatll cover my air ticket.
White Knight: Crap! I wasnt expecting to lose!
Shin turned around and headed back to the queue. Meanwhile, a young CR-Z driver pulled up beside a familiar Civic.
CR-Z Driver: Isnt that Hawk from the Type R Titans? Scary. His face is all eugh.
Hawk: What you looking at? You want to die tonight?
CR-Z: Nothing, no!
Hawk: Good. I dont want to get my knife dirty with the blood of some punk who thinks hes better than me.
CR-Z: Arrogant prick
Before the lights even went green, Hawk raced off the line. Leaving the CR-Z Driver by surprise.
Hawk: Take that you punk!
CR-Z Driver: What a cheater!
The CR-Z Driver ignored the lights and gave chase.
CR-Z Driver: I wont let you get away with this!
The CR-Z driver put his foot to the floor, but the CR-Z is still just a CR-Z at the end of the day. Hawk kept going until he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his face.
Hawk: Ugh!! Why is my face so hot?! Is it the medication?! Argh!!
Hawk took his foot off the throttle in his panic, allowing the CR-Z to pass.
CR-Z Driver: Thats what you get for being a foul-mouthed gangster! I hope you rot!
Hawk tried to get back up to speed, but it was no use. The CR-Z driver was long gone, taking advantage of the disabled Hawk.
Hawk: Youll pay for that one you slimy little punk!
Shin pulled up beside Sylvia Anderson, the 300SL driver.
Shin: So its you.
Sylvia: Ready?
Shin nodded.
The lights went green, Sylvia and Shin flew off the line.
Coming off the line, the 300SL and the Mustang were completely even.
Shin slammed the Mustang into second and started inching ahead of Sylvia.
Sylvia: Hes fast! This 4-speed isnt helping!
Shin: Shes got good acceleration up to first, why is she dropping back now?
Sylvia: Come on! I need to win even if it kills me!
The 300SL slowly started to reel the Mustang in, the engine temperature started to rise sharply.
Shin: Catching up now? I underestimated you. However it seems your car cant cope with the stress of racing.
Belong long, Sylvia was once again beside the Mustang.
Shin: No way, shes too fast.
Sylvia: Yes! Come on!
But all of a sudden, Sylvia dropped back and by a lot.
Shin: Hmm?
Sylvia: Oh no! The temperature! Its overheating already? I need to win!
Sylvias mistake cost her the race, despite her best efforts to make a come back with the crippled 300SL.
Sylvia: Oh damn! So close!
Shin: Im not sure what happened to you back there Sylvia, but you shouldve won this. Perhaps its a sign that the Mustang needs another boost in power
Special thanks to driftking18594, C-ZETA, machate-man, NascarManiaco99, NSX>GOD, Onboy123, o_RED_NECK_o, Rotary Junkie, Ryou, S30Zenzow and ZacharySim for coming to Race Wars! (If Ive missed you out, let me know!)
(true is that I got disconnected and I had to unplug the PS3 lol)
- 2,191
- San Francisco,
- machate-man
- dowby
Too bad all of the cars looked battered and beaten to death!
Great chapter, though.
Perhaps I should've toned down my SL a bit
Great chapter, though.
Perhaps I should've toned down my SL a bit
- 6,056
- Cebu
- SayakaMiki1337
- Kawauchi2568
Cocaine's one hell of a drug... to let someone lose a street race and probably some street cred.
- 6,380
- United Kingdom
- RoJJieE
- mb6roj
Hey! Is this how you're going to get payback on me from now on? Making me look bad?
Great chapter nonetheless, just take the piss out of someone else next time
"Also please ignore the damage to the cars, online events can get a bit... bumpy."Too bad all of the cars looked battered and beaten to death!
Great chapter, though.
Perhaps I should've toned down my SL a bit
Perhaps, yeah, but hey, it makes you look good for your fic and me good for mine!
- 239
- Porto Alegre
- GTP_S30Zenzow
At least yours was AWD
- 11,127
- Bromley
- V16T91
- E0nLeader
At least yours isn't FF or a hybrid that ran out of electricity every drag run
I only beat you because you were being Hawk. That being said, I'm grateful that Roj put a scene of me actually 'winning', because I lost everything else
- 239
- Porto Alegre
- GTP_S30Zenzow
C'mon, the Delta is beautiful
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