Untitled Flashcard Set
Iceman and Maverick were the biggest rivals in the 80s. Their rivalry lasted for years until Iceman retired from driving. Maverick continued to race. Iceman and Slider drove for McLaren while Maverick and Goose drove for Ferrari. Despite the icemav battle for the world championship, Goose and Slider had a decent relationship; both retired not long after Ice: ice, Goose, and Slider coached junior karting and the training below Formula 1. Maverick and Iceman got married and adopted a girl named Nova. The drivers adore her.
Dagger Squad race car AU
Rivals
Ice&mav
Jake&Brad
Apollo&Javy
Asher&Ashlyn (they banter and bicker a lot, so it seems they are rivals, but that is just how they are. They won't correct anyone since that would ruin all of the fun)
Teams
Redbull- Ashlyn(Max), Maverick (Yuki)
Racing Bulls- Apollo (Liam) and Asher (Isaac)
McLaren- Iceman (Alain Prost) and slider in the 80s
Jake (oscar) and Javy (lando)
Ferrari-Maverick (Ayrton Senna) and Goose in the 80s
Bradley (Charles) and Bob (Lewis)
Mercedes- Phoenix (george) and Callie (kimi)
Williams- Mickey (Alex) and Reuben (Carlos)
Haas- Ollie Bearman, Esteban Ocon
Aston Martin- Fernando Alonso, Sebastian Vettel
Alpine- Franco Colapinto, Pierre Gasly
Kick Sauber- Nico Hulkenberg, Gabi Bortoleto
Iconic Duos
Goose and Mav
Ice and Slider
Ashlyn and Asher
Callie and Phoenix
Mickey and Reuben
Pets!!- Winnie, Oven, Whiskey, Delgado, Toaster, Munchkin, Brisket
Yaoi- aceyote, hangsterbob, icemav, fanback,
Yuri- callie-phoenix. Ashlyn- Ava “Echo” Piastri (retired after 2024 season)
Unpaired- Asher
Baku Grand Prix
The Paddock was loud and booming with teams racing to get their drivers ready for the race. Engineers and mechanics are doing any final repairs and checks to the cars. Ashlyn, the four-time world champion and number 3 in the running for this year's world champion, was out roaming the Padlock signing and taking pictures with fans. She walked alongside Callie, a rookie, and Phoenix, the only three women who have ever managed to race in Formula 1. They raced together within the Formula 1 Academy before being allowed into Formula 1. They were heading to the national anthem ceremony held before the race started to show respect for the nation in which they were racing today. Ashlyn’s teammate, Maverick, was behind them, driving a scooter down the padlock, trying not to miss it and get another fine. “Hey, Ash.” Asher and Apollo came out of the Racing Bull’s building grinning. Apollo, another 2025 rookie, was starting P3 today behind Reuben, who was P2, and Ashlyn leading the race at P1. “You are going to let me pass you right?” Apollo grins, teasing Ashlyn, who smiles and shakes her head. “Only if you can keep up!” She laughs as the two boys join the group. “As if she were a firecracker!” Phoenix praises putting her arm around Ashlyn. “Don't forget Nix and I are 4th and 5th right behind you, Apollo, and above you, Asher,” Callie smirks, turning her head back to face the boys as they kept walking, waving at fans. “Yeah, well, I'm going to overtake all five of you!” Asher shouts, causing the group to laugh. “From P8? Yeah, okay!” Nix teases. Asher fakes shock, dramatically slamming his hand on his chest as he stares in disbelief at them.
“Oh, will you stop!” Apollo pushes him. The group kept walking till they reached the ceremony. The kids who were chosen to stand in front of the drivers before the race were getting into place and chatting to each other. The few remaining drivers were still arriving. Ashlyn took her place beside her teammate, Maverick. The junior Redbull team Racing Bulls Apollo and Asher stood beside them. The current world championship leaders, Jake and Javy from McLaren, stood beside the Racing Bulls, high-fiving the kids and talking to them. The Mercedes Phoenix and Callie took their place between Jake and Bradley and his teammate Bob from Ferrari. Jake and Bradley have been rivals for the past few seasons. They would get into fights in the garages or on the track if they slam into each other. Neither one would apologize; they just kept going. The last team was Williams, Mickey, and Reuben. The Azerbaijan National Anthem played as the drivers stood at attention. Once the ceremony finished, the drivers walked towards their garages. The starting grid consisted of P1- Ashlyn.
P2-Reuben P3- Apollo P4- Phoenix P5-Callie P6-Maverick P7- Jake P8- Asher P9- Javy P10-Bradley P11- Bob P12- Mickey.
The cars slowly rolled into their painted white lines on the grid line up. Ashlyn and her power bull arrive first, leading the drivers, Mickey, in the back, arriving in his shiny blue Williams. The drivers waited patiently for the safety car to leave from the back. In the final minutes, counting down to the remaining officials on the ground, ran off towards the gates. The formulation lap was already completed, the cars and tires fired up and ready to go. The green flag twirls in the background, signaling it is safe to go. The lights on the board in front of them start turning red as the countdown begins. The lights go out, and the cars begin the race! Ashlyn grabs the lead from her position, making as much distance between her and the Williams directly behind her and the Racing Bull trailing behind. An amazing start from Ashlyn, who jumps across Reuben. As they turn through turn 1, the leading three drivers keep their pace with each other as the rest of the drivers turn together, avoiding each other and the barriers. Entering the corner way too fast after a jump start, Jake slams into the barrier of turn five. Javy, Bradley, Bob, and Mickey all swerve to avoid the orange car. His radio went off, asking if he was okay. He didn't answer, pulling his steering wheel out of its spot and placing it on top of the car’s nose. The external sense of humiliation stepped in as he finished getting out of the car. An uncharacterized mistake from him the day before in qualifying, the world championship leader was forced to DNF from the race, causing the first yellow flag of the race. The Marshalls led him out of the tracks as he walked through the city to get back to the padrock. McLaren took a seat on an outside folding chair where he could watch the race. Someone gave him a phone and a snack so he could chill and watch the race. Jake kicked his feet up onto the concrete wall as he saw the other drivers going by. A safety car was called out for the second lap while the debris from the damaged car and the signs were cleaned off the track. The race was going great for Ashlyn; she never lost a position once. Unfortunately, Apollo lost his third place and dropped 1 one. Callie overtook him for second place, trailing Ashlyn. Reuben lost his second-place position, ending third overall. The Redbull drove through the checkered flag, weaving around to celebrate the 68th win of her career. Phoenix soon appeared through the checkered flag in her Mercedes. Reuben came in third, his first podium finish in his new team, Williams. The rest of the results followed Callie, Apollo, Maverick, Javy, Bob, Bradley, Asher, Mickey, in last place. Jake does not count since he did not finish the race. The Redbull pulled up first inside the pit lane to the black banner stand with a large red one on it. She removed her steering wheel and climbed over the halo onto the nose of the car and celebrated her moment, hearing her crew and the fans cheer. Jumping off, she ran to her race engineers and other RedBull crew standing cheering behind the gate. She did a little jump and landed in the excited crowd. Receiving praise and pats, they help her back over the gate. Ashlyn hugged and high-fived her team before heading off to the cool-down room. Next up was Reuben and Phoenix; they both ran to their teams, celebrating their own wins. Other drivers were doing small interviews recapping the race and getting ready for the podium. The cool-down room had bright red walls, a large flat screen TV, and three chairs for each winner. On the wall, there were the names of drivers and years who won the race. On the opposite wall were three small cutout helmet holders in the wall. Ashlyn’s black base helmet with RedBull in gold letters on the sides, along with the bull's logo in red. The pink Alani sponsorship hibiscus flowers were drawn on top. The helmet was sitting in the center, the highest spot, with the connecting drinking tube lying messily out of it. Ashlyn lounged on the chair, drinking out of her RedBull bottle, watching what was happening behind her on the big screen TV. Next into the room was Phoenix, who greeted Ashlyn, putting away her black helmet with red strips on the side and a phoenix drawn on the top. The Mercedes logo was on the back, along with her other sponsors. She placed it carefully on the left of Ashlyn’s. She takes a seat next to Ashlyn, who is in the middle. Reuben enters, placing his blue Williams helmet on the 3rd and final spot on the wall. “You have a new mascot on your helmet?” Ashlyn notices the unicorn sticker as he places it down before sitting. Reuben nods, “Yes, a unicorn.” He smiles at her. A young fan sent the sticker to him as a gift and a token of good luck on the race. “Well, now you can't take it off.” Phoenix says, glancing from him back to the screen. The screen displayed Jake’s McLaren at the start of the race, still placed on the grid. “I think everyone was quite careful.” Ashlyn laughs a little bit, staring at the screen. Phoenix leans forward to analyze what was about to take place. She placed her hand under her chin. Small oohs and ahhs came from the Redbull drivers and the Williams driver, “Jump start.” Ben starts, eyes glued to the screen as Jake’s McLaren slams into the barrier. “No grip.” He finishes Phoenix, leaning back in her chair, placing her foot on top of a small table in front of her. “As soon as you lock it, just.” Phoenix sighs, looking at Ash and Reuben, “This year it happens more that when you lock, you just cannot recover it.” Reuben finishes earning a nod from Redbull and Mercedes drivers. “Did you guys touch any walls?” He asks, turning slightly to face them. “Uh, once.” Ashlyn admits to glancing at him before going back to the screen. The three drivers continued to chat about the race in the cool-down room before it was time for the podium. Outside, there was a stage built with three smaller platforms where the drivers stood, as well as a construction area for the winning team. Three bottles of champagne for after the ceremony were sitting on the sides of the mini stage. The third driver, Reuben, comes out first, his fans and team cheer as he steps out of the hallway leading to the stage and onto his spot on the podium. The projector in the background shows his name and the media videos of him they took at the beginning of the season. In second place comes Phoenix, the background lights up to represent her, and her name appears on the screen, showing her 7th podium of the season. She walks towards her spot, waving to the crowd. The background changes to show the number 1 in silver as Ashlyn gets announced as she steps out. Phoenix and Reuben clap politely. The board changes to show this is her 4th win of the season, she is still third in the championship overall, followed by Phoenix in 5th, while Reuben is in 10th place. Ashlyn’s montage clips pop up on screen as she walks to the top of her podium. The screen changes back to red with the Qatar Airways sponsor repeating itself. The official F1 logo was in the middle, while above each driver’s head was a black box with their flag. The drivers take off their caps as Ashlyn’s national anthem is played. The trophies were handed to each driver starting from 3rd place. The champagne shower started as soon as the trophies were placed nicely and safely on the podium. Ashlyn pops her bottle, spraying it directly at Phoenix’s face. She smiles, spraying back at her. Reuben turns the bottle upside down on Ashlyn’s head, then Phoenix’s head. The girls both sprayed him, drowning him in champagne at the same time. The three drivers laughed at each other, celebrating their Baku Grand Prix win. After the podium, the drivers attended various post-race activities before heading off for a week-long break before Singapore.
Singapore Grand Prix
Singapore is around 18 for this season. A beautiful, hot night street circuit race. The track lights loomed over the busy paddock. Jake had a bad Baku race; he was determined to be the best since he was starting P3; however, he was behind Ashlyn and Phoenix. He still led the championship, and the gap between his teammate Javy and Energy drink driver Ashlyn was closing. Jake walked Brisket alongside Javy and one of his secret boyfriends, Bob, who was being followed by Whiskey. Fans ran along the paddock, stopping them for photos and asking to pet the dogs. Photographers for their teams took photos of them to post later. Delgado ran around the Racing Bulls motorhome, nearly knocking over engineers. Apollo and Asher, with the energetic puppy, headed out of the motorhome onto the bright paddock. Javy rolled his eyes when he spotted Apollo. Delgado, Whiskey, and Brisket bolted towards each other, sniffing each other before playing. Apollo and Javy were called the “Young Brocedes. They hated each other more than Nico Roseberg and Lewis Hamilton ever did. In junior karting, they would get into fights if they just lightly bumped into each other. Apollo walked beside Asher, keeping his distance from the second leader of the championship. Bob brushed his hand against Jake’s, giving him a soft smile. A secret relationship was formed between Jake Bradley and Bob. Jake and Bradley were already out to the public, but fans speculated that another driver had joined the relationship or something sinister happened between them. Brisket, Whiskey, and Delgado chased each other around, nearly making the driver trip. “It's weird seeing you without your other half,” Bob states, looking at Asher, who just shrugs. “Where is Bradley?” Apollo avoids eye contact with Javy. “Suffering in Ferrari,” Jake responds before Bob can form a thought. “Damn, depression team,” Javy speaks up. Bob rolls his eyes, he couldnt help but agree the team has had a terrible season. “We have only had 5 podiums this year.” Bob starts. “All thanks to Bradley, right?” Apollo teases. “I almost had a podium in Austria,” Bob says as a matter of fact. “Yeah, yeah.” Apollo laughs as the group continues to walk to their respective areas. The dogs returned to their respective sitters during the driver's parade and the national anthem ceremony. Finally, it was time for the race, and the cars lined up on the grid. Mercedes driver Phoenix started at the pole, her rival from a year ago, Ashlyn, sat in second, while her championship rival, Jake, sat third, blocking out the first row. Callie started fourth next to Javy. The two ferraris Bob and Bradley, sat 6th and 7th on the grid. Ashler dragged his RacingBull into 8th place above Ollie Bearman in his Haas in 9th. Fernando Alonso completed the top 10 drivers. Nico Hulkenberg, 11th Apollo qualified behind his teammate in 12. Maverick is keeping his company in 13. Brazilian rookie Gabi Bortoleto sits in 14 followed by Sebastian Vettel, who returned to F1 in 15th. Rookie Alpine driver Franco Colapinto is in 16th. Bearman’s teammate Esteban Ocon in 17th placed followed by Reuben Pierre Gasly 19th, and the final driver, Mickey, completing the grid at 20th. The remaining engineers left the field like the formation lap was being completed. Once everyone lined back up in their correct spots. The green flag waved behind Mickey in front of the safety car. The lights up front started turning on one by one until the lights went out, and the race began! An excellent start from Phoenix and Ashlyn, Ashlyn is fending off Jake into turn one, Ashlyn ahead of Jake. Javy battles away with his teammate and championship rival. Javy has the inside line as he forces Jake Wide, and Javy has managed to get through. Great start from Javy. He made up two places. Then comes Jake and what looks like Bradley in the Ferrari. Callie is losing places. Going down the outside, there goes Asher on Fernando Alonso in the Aston Martin. The drivers are going wheel-to-wheel. Alonso backs off, and Asher overtakes him and moves up. Now they are entering the really tricky, slippery, and greasy part of this circuit. Javy presses his radio button, and it appears on the screen in McLaren orange. “I had contact, just keep an eye on everything.” He tells his race engineer. He felt the slight contact in the cockpit. Jake went aggressive against his teammate. They have 6 races left; every point counts in this championship. Phoenix is building up a nice lead. Damaged wing for Javy, you can see a piece in the top left sticking. Jake goes through the runoff area at turn 16. Javy is ahead of Jake by two seconds. Feeling that it is unfair, Jake presses his radio button, “So are we cool with Javy just barging me out of the way, or? What's the go?” He tells his engineer. Truthfully, the engineer says they are looking at it, and he will get back to Jake. So basically, the question is, are they going to let Jake back into his position? The stewards have taken notice of it. However, they are more lenient on the first few corners and the lap in general because it's the start. Aside from the McLaren drama and Javy’s broken wing, Phoenix is spreading the field out there. It's 16 seconds from 1st place to 20th at the moment. The strategy here is that maybe Phoenix is thinking of doing a two-pitstop strategy and spreading the field out. So when she leaves the pitlane she will have a large gap with fresh new tires. If there is no safety car, obviously, Ashlyn’s tires will start struggling around lap 15 or 16. By lap 6, Jake’s radio went off again the stewards decided there was no further action from the stewards as a team. We can see that Javy has to avoid Ashlyn, so no action will be taken during the race. They will be reviewed further afterwards. “Hey thats not fair. I'm sorry. Thats not fair.” Jake responds, not pleased with the results. It isnt far when Jake makes light contact, he gets a penalty, but when Javy does it. Nothing gets done about it. His engineer comes back on, “Jake, we will have the opportunity to review together afterwards. Focus on this race. We can still have a good result here.” “Yeah, but if he has to avoid another car by crashing into his teammate, then that’s a pretty shit job of avoiding.” Jake turns the radio off, going back to his race. By lap 26 of 62, the gap from Javy to Jake is 4.7 seasons. Javy pits first. He does not want to take any chances with Jake pitting first. He will pit on the next lap. Asher’s radio comes on, “okay listen carefully. We have an engine issue. Three to four tens up.” Frustrated, Asher responds. “What the hell is wrong with this engine again?” Redbull has a lot of money between their teams, but they can't afford good engines for Racing Bulls? On lap 36, Ashlyn locks up going across turn 14, and she shouts at her engineer on the radio. On the next lap, Fernando Alonso had that slow stop, which placed him behind Asher, but Asher had a problem with his engine, and Alonso was in the DRS zone. The older driver keeps trying to move ahead and take the position, but he does not have the outline line. This is how hard it is to overtake in certain corners on this track. Asher uphead with an engine problem, is defending his position from the older driver. Asher gets overtaken by Alonso, who applied more power after battling each other. However, laps later, Mickey overtakes Alonso on a new set of tires. On lap 53, Callie is chasing down Bradley. He has been within DRS for a while now, and there is the first offensive move for Ashlyn; she overtakes Javy for 2nd place. On the final lap, 62 Phoenix will see the checkered flag first in 2025. Phoenix wins the Singapore Grand Prix. Ahead of Ashlyn in second, Javy in 3rd, and Jake in 4th place. The rest of the grid is as follows: Callie, Bradley, Bob, Alonso, Bearman, Reuben Asher, Maverick, Vettel, Mickey, Apollo, Colónpinto, Boratoleto, Ocon. Gasly, Hulkenberg. This is the first Mercedes win in Singapore since 2018. Not only that, but McLaren won the constructors' championship for the second year in a row. No one cares about that other than the McLaren team.
Ashlyn and Javy arrive first, parking beside each other off to the side next to the pit wall. A large screen on the ground under the podium was lighting up in flashy colors and words showing who had just won. Phoenix drove her silver car on top of the screen and parked it.
At the end of the night, half of the grid went and partied in the country's gay scene. The championship battle still remained with Jake leading by 22 points (336 vs 314) while Ashlyn was third with 273.
Austin, Texas, Sprint Race
The drivers stepped out onto the tracks wearing their best cowboy attire to uphold the tradition of wearing cowboy boots and hats on the track, which started in 2010 by Lewis Hamilton. The Texas sun beat down on them. Ashlyn carried Winnie down the padlock, and she finally ditched her normal Redbull team kit. Her hair was put into a French braid. She wore a white shirt with ripped blue jeans. Lastly, she had on a vintage Redbull jacket. Fans swarmed around her wanting autographs, photos, and to see Winnie.
She stopped for a little bit before her team made her walk away. Winnie pouted at having to stop being petted by fans as she was pulled away by Redbull’s lead social media manager. “Look, you are hurting her feelings,” Ashlyn spoke into the media team's tiny mic, pointing at Winnie walking towards her hospitality. “How do you feel about that, Win?” One of the admins pointed the mic at the corgi while they were stopped on the stairs. “She said she is going to leave a gift in your office.” Ashlyn grinned, scooping her dog up and heading back up the stairs. “What kind of gift?” Someone called Ashlyn reached the top of the staircase. “You will find out!” The admins cut the camera while laughing as the door shut. “Oh, look who it is!” A male voice belonging to her teammate, Maverick, rang through the hospitality. Apollo and Asher were sitting at a table with Maverick and legendary driver Tom “Iceman” Kazansky’s daughter, Nova. She had a mini version of Maverick’s racesuit. Nova was telling the boys about preschool and all the cool cars she saw in the garage.
Nova’s brown eyes lit up, looking towards the door that Ashlyn had come through. “Hey, Nova,” Winnie ran to her, putting her paws up and putting her head in her lap. “Ashie!” The other Ash fake pouted, seeing that the other Ash had arrived. “Hey guys,” She greeted, pulling up a chair to the table beside Asher and Nova. “Nova was just telling us about everyone she saw today.” Apollo started while Nova nodded. “Are you excited to watch the sprint?” She asked, opening a Redbull. “Yes! Mav is gonna win!” She practically yells, making the trio at the table snicker. Maverick shushed her, smiling at his daughter's enthusiasm. “Only if Ashlyn messes up.” Redbull’s star driver reached over and covered Nova’s eyes, flipping off Asher. The voice of one of their team principals appeared behind them, letting them know it was time to prepare for the race. Groaning, the bull drivers got up and headed to their own warm-up rooms. Nova ran after Maverick. “Lets get you to your dad.” Iceman was going to watch Maverick race today. Normally, he would be with the other FIA members debating who gets a penalty and talking about safety for the drivers. “Hey, favorite.” Ice smiles, picking up Nova and hugging her. “Hey, nice to see you too, babe. I need to go get ready.” Maverick said dramatically, kissing him on his cheek before leaving.
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“If I have to hear you talk about Michael Schumacher and Lewis Hamilton one more time.” Apollo points at Ashlyn, who was infodumping about two of her favorite drivers. “Hamilton has 6 wins, and Schumacher has 5.” “And you only have 3.” Asher interrupts her as they finish setting up. “Let her finish, shut up.” Apollo hits Asher’s chest for interrupting her. “Prost is better than Senna by the way,” Apollo smirks, slapping Ashlyn on the back playfully while she scowls.
“I'm going to go talk to Phoenix. Fuck y'all.” She walks off, adjusting her racing suit velcro straps. “Ash!” Callie waves, “Hey, the boys don't want to hear me talk about racing legends!” She starts walking beside them as they head towards the starting line for the race. “How could they!” Phoenix fakes a shock. “I know!” Ashlyn plays along. “Men are evil,” Callie nods, sitting down against the pit wall. Phoenix took a spot next to her, putting her head on her shoulder. Ashlyn sits down in front of them. “They are evil.” Ashlyn nods back. “Tell us what the sugar-free Red Bull boys who don't win races said.” Phoenix insults the team, but Ashlyn, who was once on the junior team, didn't take any offense; she happily talked about her favorite racing legends.
The grid was lined up for this short race. Ashlyn is on pole once again, followed by both McLaren drivers, Javy and Jake. Nico Hulkenberg, having the best sprint of his career, started 4th. Will he return to the podium? In 5th place, Phoenix is ahead of Fernando Alonso in 6th. Reuben, in his tractor of a William’s placed number 7. Bob is separated from one of his secret boyfriends in 9th place. Mickey qualified below his teammate in 9th. Bradley completes the top 10 drivers. The rest of the grid goes as follows: Callie, Asher, Pierre Gasly, Sebastian Vettel, Apollo, Ollie Bearman, Franco Colapinto, Maverick, Esteban Ocon. Finishing out the grid, Gabi Bortoleto.
As soon as the grid was clear and the formation lap was complete. The red lights started turning out. It's lights out, and away we go! The Austin, Texas, sprint race is underway! Great reaction time for Ashlyn and for Jake as well. Javy is dropping down to third position at the moment; he will be late on the brakes. Jake is going to be hit by Hulkenberg, and the McLarens make contact. Jake’s McLaren hits the side of Hulkenberg’s green Sauber, nearly going over the top of his teammates Mclaren. The fans in the stans screaming wildly while the drivers cuss at each other. Ashlyn is miles clear on her way to eight points further out, having no idea of the chaos that was being caused behind her. The first corner of this track lends itself to that moment Ashlyn went in deep. Javy went in deep, and Jake looked to cut back and found a car sitting on the apex. It was Hulkenberg further back. Maverick is dragging the green car’s front wing around as well. For now its Ashlyn, then Phoenix, Reuben, Bob, Mickey, Maverick, and Ollie who are the point scorers at the moment. By lap 5, the safety car was finally ending. We go racing once again, the green flag flies at the Circuit of the Americas. It was a big moment for Phoenix. How close could she get to overtaking Ashlyn? However, Reuben is closer to Phoenix than Phoenix is to the lead driver. By lap 8, Phoenix decides to finally fight back for Ashlyn for first place. Phoenix looks down the inside. Both drivers drive off the track due to Phoenix’s car locking up. Ashlyn took a piece of voiding action as both went off the track. Ashlyn used her aggressive drive and brilliant piece of reaction to keep herself in the lead. On lap 9, the two Ferraris are now side by side with Bob getting to the apex first, and he improves to fourth position. To recap so far, Bradley is looking to do a switchback move on his teammate and love,r and we have had Phoenix looking to do a dive bomb from halfway down the straight. We have got Ashlyn 1.3 seconds clear, and now Bob is charging his way up to P4. On lap 14th Ollie bearman trying to hang on as he goes over track limits. Callie dives to the inside, trying to take the spot from Ollie. Which is now under investigation for the Haas driver for leaving the tracking and gaining an advantage. On the final lap, 19 Ashlyn sees the checker flag first, gaining 8 points to help her championship battle. Phoenix and Reuben finish P2 and P3.
Austin, Texas, Grand Prix
Following the chaos of the Saturday sprint, the actual grandprix arrived. The drivers roamed the paddock in their best cowboy attire once again. Phoenix and Callie arrived holding hands in matching paddock outfits. Fans ran up to the pair, excited to meet them. “Nixie.” Callie starts smiling, “A little girl called us princesses.” Phoenix smiled widely at Callie’s words. She loved how supportive and sweet their fans were. They were told it would be difficult to keep a relationship since they are on the same team. They were each other's biggest rivals on the track; however, off the track, they were each other's biggest fans and supporters. Callie was a rookie she was having a great season. Phoenix was with her every step of the way, cheering her on for her first podium in Canada. She got 3rd but they celebrated as if she got first. “Come on.” Phoenix laughed, pulling her into the hospitality. “Look, the love birds are here.” Doriane Pin, the reserve driver for Mercedes, looks up from her computer. The drivers hugged their reserve. “So, are either one of you going to let me drive?” She askes knowing they were going to say no. Phoenix shakes her head. “Afraid not! I need to keep this one company.” Phoenix kisses Callie on the cheek. “Or until you hit Ashlyn and you both get out. Or Bradley.” Callie laughs awkwardly. “Oh, Phoenix, you ass!” Doriane spoke, leaning back. “Is she always evil?” She turns to Callie, who nods. “You lair,” Nix laughs. The girls caught up and ran over the data for a while before the drivers needed to prepare for the race.
Ashlyn snatched the pole once again, and following her was Javy, Bradley, Phoenix, Bob, Jake, Callie, Ollie Bearman, Reuben, Fernado Alonso, Nico Hulkenberg, Apollo, Maverick, Pierre Gasly, Franco Colapinto, Gabi Bortoleto, Esteban Ocon, Sebastian Vettel, Mickey, and finally Asher at the back end of the grid.
It's race day in America. Round 19 of the Formula 1 World Championship has already seen dramatic moments with large consequences. Mclaren didnt score in the sprint, and now Ashlyn’s dream of becoming a five-time world champion in a row is gaining momentum. It's lights out, and away we go. Ashlyn gets the launch off the line that she needs. Bradley goes wide around the outside of the line. Can he get past the McLaren and the Redbull? Can he use the traction of the soft tire to his advantage? He positioned the car right beside the McLaren and overtakes him as they hit the first corner into second place. In the back of the grid, an incident between Mickey and the Sauber during the launch of the race, Mickey hit the Sauber’s back left tire with his front right one, causing Mickey to spin and end up in the very back.
Jake has gained a place; he is up to fifth place now. Bob finds himself up to fourth, and Phoenix loses a couple of positions. On lap 2, a battle between a Haas and Reuben. The Williams goes down the inside and overtakes the Haas for P8. On lap 7, Reuben pulled out of the race. It had been a wonderful weekend for him, and he was trying to make it even better. The driver who started in 3rd place was trying to get past Callie.
So Reuben was looking to get another overtake. Callie did not see it coming in her mirrors. She moved forward around turn 15 and hit Reuben’s tire this time, destroying the tire and making pieces fly off. Callie slowly backs off into the barriers while Reuben pulls into a pick-up zone so he can leave the car.
On lap 15, Bradley is in a great position. This is the closest he has been to Ashlyn since the opening lap. Half a second as we build up to 200 miles per hour. Luckily, he benefits from the DRS; however, he is under pressure from Javy once again. Javy is going to need to force Bradley to turn wide, then try to go the long way around him into turn 13. On lap 19, Javy, looking more promising, tries to go around Bradley again, who keeps holding him off. Javy finally overtakes Bradley for second place on lap 21. The next lap, Bob is quicker due to the DRS he is currently in 4th place behind Bradley. He will be watching two drivers at the same time. The Ferraris are beside each other, with Bradley further out past Bob’s front wheels.
Bradley speeds off as Bob comes into close contact for just a moment before Bradley successfully keeps his position. On lap 35, Maverick battles with a Haas behind him for 7th place, which Maverick currently has. The Haas goes off into the dirt and spins around on the track before coming to a stop. Maverick drives off.
On lap 51, with 5 more laps to go, Bradley has a McLaren on his ass. Bradley is running out of traction. Javy sends it late, trying to take 2nd, but Bradley reaches the apex first and keeps his 2nd place.
Javy fights back now, trying to close down the gap by going down the inside. Javy is claiming the position, Bradley dropping down to 3rd place, above his teammate. Ashlyn is still in the lead.
Ashlyn crosses the line first and sees the checkered flag. The dream of Title Five is alive for Ashlyn. She wins the US Grand Prix. Fans cheer as she does her victory lap before parking her car in front of the number 1 spot.
This is Ashlyn’s 69th career win. She carefully steps out of her car and climbs onto the nose to celebrate. Her pit crew and engineers are screaming as she stands on top of the car, cheering for her. Ashlyn stands victorious. She hops off, fixing her visor, and she runs right past the Mclaren who pulled up in 2nd; the red Ferrari had yet to arrive. She leaps into the arms of her crew for her traditional celebration of head pats and hugs.
The top three drivers made their way into the red cool-down room. Ashlyn took a seat in the middle. Javy and Bradley place their helmets in the second and third spots on the wall before joining the race winner.
The screen began to play race highlights as Bradley and Ashlyn spoke about tires. “This corner was so” Javy trails off “not nice.” He finishes making Ashlyn laugh a little. The three watched cars in the midfield battle behind them. “You know it would be nice if it were a bit easier.” Javy starts Ashlyn side-eyed him side-ways while Bradley looked at him, confused.
“You know? Make it easier for me.” Ashlyn fully turns to him. “What are you talking about? This is fucking race.” She drinks out of her water bottle, ignoring whatever else he has to say. “We don't follow your teamorders Javy.” Bradley cuts off whatever Ashlyn wanted to say. “We have a podium to get to and whatever gay club Ashlyn finds.” “Oh i got one.” She smirks, putting her winner's hat back on.
The Redbull, McLaren, and Ferrari teams stood underneath the podium waiting for the ceremony. 3rd place Bradley steps out, waving to the crowd as he stands on his spot. Followed by Javy in second. Then Ashlyn walks out onto the podium last. After a second national anthem ceremony plays. The medals and trophies that looked like bullhorns were handed out individually. The ceremony ended with them spraying each other with champagne.
A few hours later, a few drivers gathered in Ashlyn’s hotel room that evening. Apollo was sitting on the carpeted floor with Javy, who was almost not invited, and basically placed his head in his lap. Ashlyn was sitting at the edge of her king-sized bed. Asher was curled up in her bed with his headphones on, watching Minecraft videos. Phoenix
Took the lounge chair in the corner while Callie sat on the arm of the gray chair.
Mickey and Bob were standing up, talking to each other, while Reuben stood to the side of them. Jake and Bradley stood on the other side talking. Maverick was not going to join them. He wanted to spend time with his husband and daughter in Austin.
“So where are you taking us?” Apollo askes
“A gay club werent you listening?” Phoenix spoke up from her chair. “I know that smartass, but what club?” Ashlyn looks up from her phone, “Probably rain on 4th, 217 West 4th street. There are other clubs nearby, like the Coconut Club, speakeasy, and others.” She reads off her phone. “Those sound good.” Apollo nods, getting his answer.
“Can we kick the boys out so the girls can get ready in here?” Phoenix stands up from her chair. Trying to push Jake out the door. He stood strong, not allowing her to move him an inch.
“Jake quit being an ass lets all meet up in Bob Jake and I’s room to get ready while the girls perform rituals.” Bradley walks away from his spot, pulling Jake and Bob out of the room. The rest slowly followed them out.
Ashlyn opens her suitcase, pulling out some of her clubbing outfits. Phoenix tosses some clothes onto her bed, nearly hitting Asher, who was still watching his iPad. Callie places her clothes nicely ontop of the chair.
“So what gossip do you know?” Phoenix follows Ashlyn into the bathroom with Callie.
Ashlyn, who was about to change, glances over towards them before turning back, facing the wall, and pulling her top off.
“Well, Gabi is fucking his teammate.” Phoenix slowly turns to face Callie as she says that Ashlyn stops changing her top to process what she just informed them. “Nico is married to Kevin Magnussen.” Ashlyn mumbles. “So is Nico cheating?” Phoenix asks Callie shakes her head. “He is their third!” “Wait a minute.” Ashlyn stops them, looking offended. “I'm friends with both of them. I hang out with Nico and Kevin. Nico and Kevin have been on my plane. When I asked how everything was going, they didnt say shit about a third.” Ashlyn picks up her phone, probably to text one of the older drivers. “They didn't want your nosey ass to know.” Phoenix shrugged. Callie snorted, looking at her girlfriend. Ashlyn shrugged slightly, still typing. “Gabi is my son, I can be concerned.” She jokes about her adopted rookie. Phoenix rolls her eyes again.
Soon, everyone was ready, and the sun was setting as they loaded into two different cars since it was hard to find a car that fit 10 people unless they wanted to look like kidnappers. Downtown Austin was booming, the air was warm, and it smelled of alcohol already.
Mexico Grand Prix - rewrite
This weekend was special, rookies from F2 were going to race alongside the F1 drivers. They were only going to run in free practice 1. Maeto, a Redbull rookie, walked into the garage to see Ashlyn checking out her car that he was going to drive. She looked at him, and he gave her a polite but nervous smile. “Don't worry, all you have to do is not crash.” Maeto, not knowing if she was joking or serious, gave a small chuckle. Ashlyn picked up on his nervousness, as she had been in his situation before everyone on the grid had been before. Even the most experienced drivers get nervous and make mistakes. She ran her gloved fingers along the red drawing of the bulls on the side of the car. Her engineer GP looked over, “She is serious, by the way, don't destroy her car.” Ashlyn sighed, "Don't scare him like that! I don't kill rookies!” She exclaimed, making some of the garage snicker, but it still didn't calm Maeto’s nerves. “I won't hurt your car, Ashlyn,” Maeto speaks softly. Ash clapped her hands and grinned, looking at the clock on the wall: 10 minutes till Free Practice 1. “Ashlyn, leave the rookie alone and get to the engineer booth.” One of her pit crew playfully swatted at her. She acted offended, grabbing a pink redbull out of the fridge and walking to where she was needed. He got ready for his first race in F1 as a rookie; everything he worked for led to this moment. Every crash, loss, win, and DNF he had experienced in junior karting, F3, F2 led to Formula 1. He was thankful that Redbull had signed him. He had a home at Redbull a future was secured here. He pulled the white flame-proof mask over his head, adjusting the HANS head and shoulders safety device on his shoulders, attaching it to the helmet. Maeto carefully got into the car, screaming internally as he sat down. Today was the show to prove himself, show he was worth it in Formula, he could race alongside Ashlyn or agaisnt her. The pit crew stood around the car, holding covers for the tires, keeping them warm. Each team had one rookie replacing their driver, other than Ashlyn, Javy, Bob, Phoenix, Asher, and lastly, Reuben was out. The other rookies were under the same pressure, even though it was just Free Practice; mistakes could happen, crashes could happen. Anything can happen. Soon enough, it was time to start the Redbull’s engine, which fired up, and he was released from the garage and onto the track. He was passing other rookies and veteran drivers on the track. He could hear Ashlyn’s engineer talking to him, making sure everything was going smoothly. On the last lap, he was up to 5th place behind Jake in the McLaren. ‘It's just practice,’ he repeated in his head over and over. “Good job, Maeto.” He heard his engineer’s voice through his radio as he pulled back to the pit lane towards his garage. Once Ashlyn’s Redbull arrived undamaged, he climbed out. “Good job.” Ash praised, patting his back once he was out of the car. Maeto stumbled trying to reply, which made her laugh a little. “Thank you.” He finally managed to get out. Ashlyn nodded before heading off to her own driver's room to prepare.
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The grid was lining up sunday morning, the crowd was fired up and ready for action. Javy starts on pole, his 5th pole of the season, the two Ferrari driver’s, Bradley and Bob, after an amazing qualifying, lock the front row. Will Ferrari have a 1-2 on the podium this evening? Phoenix starts at 4th. Ashlyn splits the two Mercedes lovers, starting 5th with Callie following at 6th. Championship leader Jake placed 7th after a bad qualifying for the McLarens. Asher qualifies above his teammate, Apollo, in 8th. Ollie Bearman placed 9th above Maverick, finishing in the top ten drivers. Spot 11 goes to the other Haas Esteban Ocon. William’s driver, Reuben places 12 above his teammate. Nico Hulkenberg places 13th with Fernando Alonso at 14, keeping him company. Behind him, Apollo sits at 15th above Gabi Bortoleto, who is 16th. Second, William’s driverr Mickey, places 17th. The final three drivers on the grid are Pierre Gasly, Sebastian Vettel, and Franco Colapinto.
Soon it was lights out, and the cars went away.
Brazil Grand Prix
The home race of one of the most famous drivers, Ayrton Senna. Ashlyn got the chance to drive his old race car.
Las Vegas Grand Prix
Las Vegas, round 22 of the 2025 season. The Vegas strip is preparing for the race. Could the championship end here, or will it continue to Qatar? The three title contenders are first-place Javy with 390 points, followed by his teammate Jake with 366, who is tied with 4-time world champion Ashlyn.
Qatar Grand Prix
In the 23rd round of the season, just like in Las Vegas, the title fight could end here. Due to the double McLaren disqualification in the last round, and Javy crashing out in the Brazil grand prix. Ashlyn has moved up to first, kicking Jake down to 3rd and Javy to second. The fight could end here.
Abu Dhabi Grand Prix
The championship came down to the last round. Three contenders remained: Ashlyn, Jake, and Javy. The two McLaren boys would be going for their first wins, while Ashlyn would be going for her 5th win. She did not think she would still be in the title fight; she didn't care about it anyway. The paddock was booming, with fans running around trying to get their favorite drivers' autographs for the last time this year. Maverick’s only job this race was to hold off the McLarens and keep the gap large for Ashlyn.
Ashlyn was stressed out to say the least. She woke up that morning with nausea; however, she pushed through it and brought herself to the paddock. She could have called out and let one of the spare drivers have a go. She sat at the table with all the engineers running data. New setups and strategies were being discussed at the last minute. The young Redbull driver sat staring at her computer, zoned out, trying to pull herself together to finish the last race of the season. Her hands shook slightly. Her mind was racing, closing the laptop, she pushed herself up off the table and headed to her driver's room. Redbull personals, hurry pass as she tries to not pass out. She carefully shut the door and slid down till she reached the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest, and her breathing trembled. Her arms folded on top of her knees as she placed her head on top of her arms. She looked at the ceiling with tears stains on her cheeks. The motion lights dimmed, leaving her with only the window facing the paddock as a source of light.
At the McLaren garage, the boys were doing the same. Jake was calm and collected. He knew he wasn't going to win. Deep down, he had some hope that Ashlyn and Javy mysteriously hit each other and both got out. Like Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg did in the 2016 Spanish Grand Prix. He remained stone-faced as one of the team principals, Zak Brown, and Andrea Stella droned on and on about some stupid ass strategy that would only benefit Javy in the end. Papaya Rules, he thought to himself, glancing at Javy, who was beaming; he was leading the championship. Once the McLaren meeting had finished, both drivers went on to prepare.
The rest of the garages discussed strategies and what they are planning on doing. They knew the three title contenders were going to fight it out on track; it was best to stay out of the way. Ashlyn was running out of time to hide. She managed to pull herself up. She put on her black Redbull Racing suit and headed out to the garage.
She went to a little nearby shelf and grabbed her special black helmet with a gold flower at the top. She stroked one of the bulls on the outside of the engine cover before sitting inside.