Nitro Rivals (pm first)

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The off season had done very little to cool the rivalry between the two 10,000 horsepower funny cars. The first qualifying round on Thursday night had them placed side by side. In the left lane was the Microsoft spondered car driven by Jake Fortune. In the right lane was the driver he had come to call the bitch. Jake's team ran on limited funds and didn't have a lot of extra parts so they valued every win they got.

The bitch was heiress to a billion dollar corporation and didn't give two shit's about the value of the sport. If her car needed parts, she had the money. She had the best crew money could buy, as many cars as she need for the season. she was everything wrong with drag racing.

Yet she was fucking stunningly hot. Which only fueled Jake's raging desire to beat her shit out of the event everyone they faced.

The burn outs went perfectly, together they smoked side by side down the track before backing up together. One thing was sure. Whenever they raced together they put on a bad ass show.

Now Jake sat ready at the light, waiting for her to stage. Fucking women. Even in a drag race he was waiting on her. This was a qualifying round so only time down the track mattered not getting there first. Still he wanted to beat her.

Green light. Nitro engines roar as the two cars went from 0 to 317mph in 3 seconds.
 
You know something? I really really want to do this thread with somebody. So I'm a fucking bump it again!
 
This was the life. There was nothing better than the roar of an engine and the blur as one raced around the track. Angela loved this. she had been on the track at a very young age and had always known she wanted to drive. Her mother always said know but daddy let her do it. She was his princess. His company owned the car and and she drove.

she know what the other driver thought of her. Spoiled Bitch that got what she wanted. They did not know the training she had to do to prover her way into the races. Yes, she had the parts and the off season cars. Most of her life was spent on the track. She had lost all her friends due to her dedication.

It probably did not help that she was beautiful. She had gotten her mothers Long black wavy hair and slim curvy body. From her father she had gotten his perfect teeth, blues eyes and olive complexion. Many of the men called her "The Bitch" or "Drag Race Barbie". She let those comments roll.

It took her and extra moment to stage. Everything was running perfect. she usually just took extra time. It fueled the tension on the track and she loved it, especially when she beat the shit out of them.

Focused and ready. Green Light. this was her world. It was her calm withing the storm
 
It was Thursday afternoon in the second week of February. The 2015 season had begun with the NHRA Winternationals in Pomona, California. This was going to be JAke's year. Finally with Microsoft on board as a sponsor he had the funds for back up parts, although still limited, and a more experienced pit crew. In his Xbox painted funny car he was ready to make his mark on the big stage.

He tried to ignore the car beside him, only watching as she pre-staged, then staged. His foot twitched eagerly on the pedal. Green lights and 10,000 horsepower exploded under the body as he launched off the starting line. The run was perfect, the car stayed in the groove the entire way down the track, and he zipped through the line at 1200 feet at a roaring 319mph.

In his helmet he heard his crew chief, Kevin Orden, squak on the radio. "Great run Jake. 319.42 miles per hour and 4.07 second elapsed time."

"AWESOME!" JAke roared in his helmet, pulling into the turn off as the parachutes slowed him to a casual 20mph. "I'm telling you guys this is our year."

"Bad news though bud." Kevin warned.

"Oh what happened, did something fall off the car?"

"No the other lane pulled a 320 and a 4.01."

Jake groaned. "Well of fucking course she did. Goddamn it."

Sure enough Princess was already in the turn off zone parked and out of her car, working her helmet off and getting out of the fire suit. Jake purposely pulled past her a ways before stopping the car and locking the breaks. He unstrapped and popped the panel at the top of the funny car, grunting as he climbed out.

Once his helmet was handed off to his crew who had pulled down in the mini van to tow the car back to the pits, he turned and called out to her. "Showing off already? IT's way to early in the season to be showing your hand already."

(OOC: This short video will show you what a funny car race is like. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI2MM2h9DXY )
 
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Angela popped out from the car with the grace of a gazelle. Her pit manager handed her a bottle of water ans she passed over her helmet.

"Great time girl. you got him good." He patted her on the back passed on by.

"Thanks Niel. The Crew got her running beautifully and the new engine is just divine. she almost purrs like honey"

Quickly she unzipped the front of her fire suit and shook out her hair.

"Showing off already? IT's way to early in the season to be showing your hand already."

She turned abruptly to see one of the most obnoxious of the other racers. For some reason he had the most problem with her being on the track.

"Not again" She spoke under her breath.

"Hey Jake," she leaned back against the rail. "Still got the attitude of an ass I see." Throwing major shade his way
 
Jake grinned and smacked his palm on the body of the car as they pulled it away. "This is going to my year Angela. I got a new sponsor and better parts than I've ever gotten access to before. That four oh seven is nothing. I'm just warming this beauty up slowly. I bet you I'll pull off a sub 4 second run this weekend."

Jake thumbed his nose at her and darted off to meet up with his crew in the pits. They celebrated a great start to a new season, Jake made a speech to his crew thanking them for their hard work when things were broke, but encouraged them to try even harder now that they had a few extra resources this year around.

Friday night, round two qualifying, Jake was set up against Cruz Pedregon while Angela was set up behind him to go next. He made his burn out nice and long for her, hoping to get some smoke in her face.

"Alright baby watch this." He muttered.

"What?" KEvin said over the radio.

"Nothing man."

The car performed wonderfully yet again. Running against Cruz who lost traction off the line and didnt put up a worrisome time. Jake zipped across the finish with a wonderfully low 4.05 slightly better than round one but not good enough to beat Angela's first time and keep him in the number 3 spot on the race order.

"Getting better Jake." Kevin encouraged.
 
Angel shrugged him off. She would not let him get to her. She knew her crew and her car. She knew she had the skills to take this all the way this year. She almost had it last year coming in second to David Watkins. This year David had moved to the European circuit. She had a chance to take her skills to the top. she just had to focus.

Round two came quick. she had run many trials during the week making sure she could keep her time consistent. She knew she had this. she loved race days. She smell of the track, she feel of the fire suit.

She set up behind Jake and watched at his extended burnout. Smoke blacked out her vision.

"That ass" she yelled

"Let it roll" she heard Niel speak into her helmet. "Dont let it get to you"

"I know"

She set up once her was out of the que. Green light go!

The funny car sprung to action. Her competitor was left in the dust. She found her mark, 4.02. She had it again.
 
Jake didn't hear about Angela's numbers until the next day. She remained number one on the board but it was the big weekend moment. Saturday would be two rounds of qualifying before eliminations tomorrow. All Jake really needed was to make sure his 4.05 held up in the top 16 to keep him in the show. Which was pretty much a sure thing at this point.

He decided that this little war needed some spice. The only thing he could think of was to do something that would cause him to be put on the spot light a bit more. IF he raced well this year and proved himself a showman, he could attract even more sponsors.

What they needed was a rivalry. Something to go to the crowds with and make a huge showing for both the fans and to ignite the challenges between them. He smirked and made his way toward Angela's trailer.

Saturday was the first day to be really big with the fans. People gathered all over the place, looking at the pit crews as they worked on cars, and tried to get autographs from their favorite racers. Angela was a big name on race day, probably more because she was admittedly fucking hot, and fans gathered tightly around her crew pit trying to get her attention.

Jake snuck his way to the front of the crowd with a grin. She had a sharpie in her hand and Jake took one of her glammour shots from a stand next to her. "Can I have your autograph?" He asked with a grin. "Look I was thinking, we should spice up our little tat. So how about you and I do a little friendly bet. Perhaps whoever loses first in tomorrows eliminations must present the other racer with an apology while wearing a tutu?" He suggested. "What do you think?"
 
Angels was in awe of all the support she received at the Saturday even. The crown for autographs were twice that of last year. She hopped that she had enough photos for signing. She knew most of her fans were men, but slowly each year more and more women started soming to thr track to cheer her on. It was and honor in her mind.

She was posing for a photograh with a few fans, before signing a hat with her signature dark purple Sharpie marker when a familiar snarky voice caught her attention.

"Look I was thinking, we should spice up our little tat. So how about you and I do a little friendly bet. Perhaps whoever loses first in tomorrows eliminations must present the other racer with an apology while wearing a tutu? What do you think?"

She stopped for a second signing the photograph for him, raising and eyebrow as she looked up and stared him in the eyes. A smile formed across her lightly glossed lips.

She could see what he was doing, a rivalry. The fans and sponsors would be all over it. If this worked out she might even be able to get out from under her father's company and race on her own merit. That would show him.

"I think you are going to look so pretty in a tutu." She held out her hand to seal the deal
 
So it came to round three of qualifying and Jake sat on the start line, having watched Angela pull off another low 4 second run. The weather had turned cool which would allow the cars to run faster. If there was ever a chance for Jake to make an amazing pass, it was now.

The engine roared as he slipped loose the clutch and roared down the track. Everything became a blur as his speed rocketed higher and the finished almost seemed to teleport closer. He crossed the line and hit the chutes, but there was a problem. There was no thunk of lose speed as the parachutes collected air and slowed him. He grunted and slammed on the brakes but brakes alone wouldn't stop a 300 mph car, before the sand.

"Fuck me!" He roared.

The car slammed into the sand at little over 100 mph, jolting Jake violently as he went from 100 to zero instantly. The engine died as sand clogged into it and Jake hung his head. This was going to be pricey and a terrible way to start the year. Already things were starting to go wrong.

The safty safari smacked on the body of the car and Jake climbed out assuring them he was fine. His crew pulled up quickly and Jake tore his helmet off as Kevin came running up to him.

"You alright JAke?" He asked.

"Fuck sand man. WE didn't need this shit." Jake raged.

Kevin smiled and put his hands on Jake's shoulders. "Would it feel better if I told you that you just broke 4 seconds."

Jake blinked. "No way."

Kevin nodded, "3.999 man, we are number one!"

Jake cheered and turned to kiss the body of the car. "I love you you no stopping speedy bastard you!"

Jake made off to the pits with a grin, let Angela sink on that for round four. "Angela you are going to be sexy as fuck in a girlie tutu."

Kevin blinked, "What?"

"No nevermind man. Let's get this baby cleaned up."
 
Angela celebrated her near 4.0 time.

"Neil, its perfect. Next race we tweek the fuel mixture. I know we can get under 4."

She turned as Jake hit the sand. she chuckled a bit as she watched sand and dust fly everywhere. And then her heart sunk. She saw his time. Under 4. she was currently in second. She was hoping to have him again. how was this possible. She glanced up at the temperature gauge. "Damn it all to hell. he got lucky at that one"

"Angela you are going to be sexy as fuck in a girlie tutu."

"Thats only one Jake. You'll be the one in the tutu. and by the way, Trying to take the beach home? Have fun with the cleanup."

Yes she knew it was immature but she was furious. Next week she would have to pull out all the stops.
 
Jake and his team wasn't able to make round four later that afternoon. Which made Jake furious, but he was glad to see his 3.999 run held him to first in qualifying which meant he was going to get a 10,000 dollar bonus for fastest qualifying time.

The next day was the big day. Eliminations. The race for real. Now time wouldn't matter, only lighting that win-light first. He had lane choice for round one against Chad Head in his Mooneyes car. In the firesuit Jake could feel his hands sweating. He wasn't so much nervous about the race, but more about the car and hoping all the sand was gone.

He also knew that if he lost to Head and Angela won her first race then he would be dancing around in a tutu on national TV.

Jake hit the green light perfectly. Timing had never been his issue and he rocketed off the start. Head smoked the tires right off the start and lost instant traction and Jake got a free pass. He ran a solid 307mph with a 4.10 time. A good run but he knew that if Head had ran a good pass, then he would have lost with numbers like that.

He waited at the turn off. Leaning against his car. Angela was a couple races back but she was paired up with 16-time-champion John Force in round one which was bad luck for her. Though John wasn't running well this weekend for some reason. Angela could get lucky.
 
Angela took her time paying special attention to the others as they races. She as always diligent in making sure that she knew exactly how her competitors were doing so she would make sure she knew where she needed to be. Today, eliminations. John Force was running slow today and having trouble with his vehicle. It brought a smile to her face. She knew she had this. That week they had tweaked the engine and exhaust and she has been running excellent times all week.

Ahead, Jake had already finished his run. She could see the smug look on his face as he got out spotting his time. No one else really mattered in this race. She had to beat him. She was not going to let him win this one..

She zipped up her fire suit and climbed in. With a deep breath in she got in que. Her rig purred beautifully like a roaring lioness.

Ready Set ....Green.

Out of the gate she took off like a rocket, it was smoother that normal. Almost like flying or free falling. She crossed. 3.99. john Force came in right behind at 4s12.Her heat jumped with joy. this was going to be her day
 
When he saw Angela's 3.99, he felt his stomach drop. Her crew was tightening the tuning on the car and she was looking better and better with each race. That was going to prove a problem for Jake and his crew. Many of his mechanics were still fairly new at rebuilding and tuning a 10,000 horse power engine. That previous 3.99 he earned in qualifying was a miracle once, to get it again would just be crazy especially in the same race weekend.

Jake sat on his laptop inbetween rounds, actually looking for tutu's big enough to fit him. Kevin knocked on the door and poked his head in. "Hey boss, we got paired up with Matt Hagan in round two."

Jake sighed and hung his head. "Fuck. How are we looking on the car?"

Kevin smiled, "I think we can pull out another sub four run. Look sharp buddy, you can beat him."

Round two came that afternoon and Jake inched forward to the staging light. He took and deep breath and readied for the light.

Green hit and Jake let the car launch down the track. The race went off like a blur, and Jake heard only the scratching of the radio as the radio was down. Luckily the chutes worked and Jake pulled up into the turn off where he spotted Angela already at the end.

He got out of the car and walked over to her. "Did I win?" He asked as he pulled off his helmet. "My radio is fried, Angela did I win? Did you win?"
 
Angela had her back turned when Jake had his next run. She had just finished her run with another 3.99 timing and was re setting her gear. she pulled the zipper on her fire suit and removed her arms and tied the arms around her slim waist. She freeded her hair from her helmet and shook it out letting it fall down her back.

She fanned herself off. Even in a sports bra and tank top she was still warm after the rush of her last race.

The sound of someone rushing up to her made her turn around. "If one of those assholes grabs my ass one more time....."she breather under her breath.

"Did I win? My radio is fried, Angela did I win? Did you win?"

"Whoa, slow down cowboy. I was resetting thins in case I had to re run. "She looked up over to the clocks. "Nice time. Not as good as mine, but not bad." She smiled from ear to ear, flashing her sparking white teeth. "Looks like I'm the winner."
 
Jake looked at her with a blank look on his face. "No...Goddamn it. No, I lost?" He spun and tried to see the results for himself and he shook his head. "Fuck." He muttered and glanced back at her. "I'll get you next time Angela. Just you wait, my team is getting better and we are going to surpass you soon." He assured her.

Angela ended up winning the race that weekend and true to his word, Jake showed up to the followed race three weeks later in Houston, Texas wearing a bright pink leotard and tutu on stage as they announced the racers to the roaring crowd for Saturday qualifying.

Jake was already in deep shit this weekend. Both his runs on Thursday and Friday had been failed runs due to a problem in his drivetrain which had him smoking the tires. Before the start of the round Jake went to Angela's pit and handed her the tutu, folded up nicely.

"I want another bet." He told her. "I want a chance to regain my dignity."
 
The publicity was great from the Tutu bet. And Jake was quite the sight in the pink. she had finally proved herself and was finally not receiving flack from most of the other racers, except one. The glare i his eyes as he stood up on that podium was priceless. She had made sure Neil had taken many pictures. Reports cam in all week about offers for sponsors and promotions. Even a magazine had invited her in for a shoot.

Angela had been in her pit leaning over the engine block torquing down a few bolts.

"I want another bet.I want a chance to regain my dignity."
She turned to see him holding out the tutu to her.

"I think you should keep the tutu, pink is your color Jake." she snickered under her breath. "What kind of bet are you thinking of?"
 
Jake looked at her for a long moment in silence. What kind of bet was he thinking of? He had to do something to humiliate her too. Well to at least show the public of their rivalry. So he had to come up with something to do that would cause an embarassing show.

Then a slow smile spread across his lips. "Okay. If I beat you this weekend. You have to come to the Vegas introductions wearing a giant sign saying how awesome I am, underneath you will be in a bikini." He told her smirking. "The media will love you and I'll get a good show from such a wonderful endorsement."

"If you beat me. I will paint my Funny Car with a message about your greatness for the whole weekend." He held out his hand to her, "How's that grab you?"

His pulsed raced though, after all he wasn't even in the field yet for the race. He could lose before even getting to do a run on Sunday it things didn't click into place very quickly.
 
"hmm..." she thought for a moment. This was the perfect opportunity. the publicity would be one of epic proportions. And what did she have to lose. She was already in the next race. It was not even set in stone if he was qualified for the next week. And plus a bikini was not so bad. She had already posed in one for the magazine cover.

"Jake, You are on. " She held out her hand to shake his. "This time I'm taking this to twitter and my thousands of followers."

Quickly she whipped out her phone and logged in it read

@NitroAngela : New bet, old rival. Making this official. Keep a watch out.

She smiled as she hit send and watched the likes and comments start to roll in.
 
Angela would turn out to be in big trouble as Jake pulled off his burn out for round 3 qualifying. His gloves tight on the wheel as he backed up behind the line. Kevin popped open the body of the car to check the engine and gave Jake a thumbs up. It was time.

As the Xbox car pulled to the line he braced himself.

Green.

In what seemed like a blink of an eye it was over. Jake killed the engine as soon as the parachutes deployed and he heard a crazy sound. He could hear the crowd in the stands going nutS.

"Jake you are not going to believe this." Kevin squawked over the radio. "You just set a world record. 3.996 seconds."

Jake couldn't believe his hears. He grinned behind his helmet and said, "Tweet that shit bitch."

Round four Jake locked the record in place with a 3.998. The car was running perfectly. However none of it mattered unless he could beat Angela tomorrow in Eliminations. They would know quick too, because they were racing each other in round one.
 
"Shit, Shit, Shit!" she spoke to herself.

How the hell with that piece of crap did he do that. this was supposed to be her day. The notifications rolled in on her phone as Twitter blew up with comments of the world record.

"Neil, please tell me you were taping today. I need to review that tape. i need to know how the hell he pulled that off." she called over to the pit.

"Don't worry, I got it. We will review it later. "

"Thanks Neil, you are the best. i really don't want to have to lose on this bet. My dignity is riding on it."

She make her way over to her trailer. she needed to relax, and maybe shop for a new bikini.
 
Jake was standin on the roof of his funny car as it was led through the pits. He Waved at fans as he rode by them. As he was passing Angela's pit he waved at her.

"Hey Angela! I broke a record. Hey Angela. Did you see it? Hey I broke a record!" He called at her grinning ear to ear


Eliminations Jake and Angela were standing beside their cars as they slowly wheeled toward the line for their turn to race. Jake still had his firesuit pulled halfway up. He walked over to Angela.

"This is it. You ready for this?" He asked with a smile. "Try to at least get a 3.999 so it looks like I have some competition." He laughed and trotted back to his car before she could hit him.
 
He was so smug, and it drove Angela crazy. she wanted to get on and win this and wipe the smugness off of his face. she soon would have her wish, as they were waiting for their cars to get lined up.

"Oh, I'm ready. I always am. Better get ready to paint the heap of junk you got there." She taunted back.

Quickly she zipped up her suit and hopped in the car.

3...2...Green

Angela hit the gas in a rage and instead of accelerating she lit the hides blowing smoke everywhere and it caused her to delay her start. Jake got ahead but a fraction before she could get her tires back down and going. This was the worst thing that could have happened at this point.

In a blingk the parachutes deployed and she finished. 4.3 was her finish. Her worst finish ever, well not ever, but since she started on the circuit a few years back.

"Shit!" she slammed her hands on the wheel.
 
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