Either to lose or win for this was his first time in racing despite him operating alongside the system. Would John emerge the winner?
Everyone in the briefing room began to get out, the air buzzing with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. The racers roared their motorcycles to life, their engines rumbling.
John watched as Ramjar and Nicko, the favorites, took their positions at the front. The noise was deafening, and the energy was electric. Fans crowded around, cheering wildly for their favorite competitors. The families of the racers had gathered, waving banners and shouting encouragement.
As John maneuvered his motorcycle into position, he glanced around at the sea of spectators. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers installed in every corner, keeping everyone informed and hyped up for the race. "Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an exhilarating race! The riders are taking their positions!"
Grid girls and boys, dressed in vibrant uniforms, assisted the riders in finding their spots. They moved efficiently, directing the racers with practiced precision. John was grateful for their help as he settled into his place.
"Alright, John," he muttered to himself, "this is it."
The team mechanics swarmed around the motorcycles, performing final last-minute checks. Tire pressure, fuel levels, and every component were inspected to ensure optimal performance. John's mechanic assigned by the tournament federation gave him a thumbs-up, signaling everything was in order.
The riders were allowed a formation lap, a warm-up lap to get a feel for the track conditions and to warm up their tires and brakes. This lap was crucial for building confidence and identifying any last-minute issues. John took the opportunity to familiarize himself with the course, feeling the grip of his tires and testing the brakes.
After the warm-up lap, the riders returned to their grid positions for the final start. Everyone was focused, eyes glued to the green light that would signal the beginning of the race. Just as John steadied his hand on the accelerator, a prompt appeared in front of him from the system.
[The Host has to observe the racing rules given from the briefing room. Don't mess up to attract penalties. Remember your investment.]
John's concentration intensified. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, but he was ready. He kept his eyes on the green light, every muscle in his body tensed in anticipation.
Glays and Lonah, seated in the VIP seats at the front for a better view, shouted words of encouragement to the one they had bet for. The VIP seats were packed with enthusiastic spectators, eager to see their favorites in action.
All around, families and fans cheered loudly. The names Ramjar and Nicko filled the air, their supporters shouting the loudest. Tension grew among the racers, especially John, who revved his engine nervously. The sound of motorcycles vrooming filled the atmosphere, blending into a symphony of raw power and adrenaline.
Actually, most fans kept their concentration on the two gods. That's Ramjar and Nicko. Honestly, Nicko had a lot of fans because of his reputation in this field and the trophies he had managed.
However, Ramjar also had a lot of fans as compared to Nicko due to his family and friends who had turned up for him. Honestly the anticipation from the fans couldn't be ignored. They were really appraising their gods.
Suddenly, the green light went off, signaling the start of the race. The racers shot off the line, their engines roaring like wild beasts. Vrooooom... Tooooohm!
The sound was a deafening explosion of power and speed. Dust flew up as the motorcycles sped across the asphalt circuits, navigating straight tracks and sharp turns.
John could be seen from behind trying to get right on the track. He was actually drifting along the sharp corners. Some of the fans could be seen pointing at John and the extraordinary skills. Furiously, John concentrated on the acceleration of the motorcycle was of no exemplary.
The announcer's voice crackled over the speakers, "And they're off! Covering a distance of 131 kilometers, it's anyone's race!" The crowd's cheers grew louder as the race began to unfold. "In the lead is Nicko, closely followed by Carlos from Toro country, and in third place, it's Ramjar! The rest of the pack is hot on their heels!"
John found himself in the fifteenth spot, his feet deftly working the gears and brakes, his right hand firmly on the accelerator. He took the sharp corners with precision, leaning into the drifts.
Meanwhile, the fans were in a frenzy. The announcer's enthusiastic commentary kept everyone on edge. Some spectators were singing and dancing, waving flags, while others were stripping off their shirts in sheer excitement. The atmosphere was electric, a perfect blend of chaos and jubilation.
The announcer dove into the history of the two gods of racing, Ramjar and Nicko, highlighting their legendary status and past victories. Suddenly, a shift in the race caught everyone's attention. Carlos from Toro country had taken the lead.
John had climbed up to the ninth spot, his skill and determination evident in every maneuver. Some fans began to shout ironic comments about John's speed. "Hey, look at John! He's a ghost out there!"
As the clock hit the 36-minute mark, the sounds of the motorcycles filled the air, captured and broadcasted through the speakers. By the 37th minute, John was neck and neck with Nicko, battling for the second spot.
The announcer turned his attention to the bets placed by fans, speculating on the potential outcomes. "For those who bet against John, things might not go as expected today!" Lonah joked with Glays, "I should have placed a small stake; this is just like gambling!"
Actually, Glays who had staked $1000 with the 'SUREWIN' were in great tension. She could relax. She began to browse on her phone trying to cash out. Hahahah... honestly, the cash out option had already been locked.
"What! Look at this..." Glays in her stubbornness in her early celebrity face turned to Lonah. " They have already locked up for the cash out option.
"Really? Let me check mine." Lonah insisted, putting on the data on her phone and directly browsing on her phone. Just as she logged into the 'SUREWIN' sports app, to tell the truth the bets were already locked for the cash out option.
"Haah..haah...!" Lonah laughed and glanced at Glays gesturing for a hand shake in adherence to what she had told him earlier.
The fans were in disbelief as John continued to climb the ranks, in the fifth, forth, third and settled in the second place. His gear changes were swift and precise, almost supernatural. The crowd couldn't believe their eyes. John was proving to be a formidable competitor.
His Honda 1000 RR-R—SP motorcycle responded to his every command with a seamless grace, the front wheel slightly lifting off the ground as he accelerated.
Honestly, if one could look from his eyes, they were locked on the track ahead, keenly aware of every twist and turn, every potential hazard. The world around him blurred into a haze of colors and sounds, but his focus never wavered.
Behind him, a plume of dust rose, a testament to the sheer power of his acceleration. tires gripped the asphalt with ferocity, leaving faint, dark streaks that marked his passage. John was a force of nature, an unstoppable presence on the track, his determination and extraordinary skills propelling him toward victory with every passing second.
As the 38th minute ticked by, John was closing in on Carlos, who had held the first position for most of the race. The tension was palpable. Just as the clock hit the 39th minute with only two seconds remaining, John took a daring move on a technical corner, outsmarting Carlos and taking the lead.
Suddenly, the red lights went on, signaling the end of the race. John had claimed the first spot, with Carlos in second, followed by Nicko and Ramjar in third and fourth, respectively. The cameras captured the reactions of the other racers as they crossed the finish line.
John couldn't believe it. He had done it. The crowd erupted in cheers, fans celebrating wildly. It was a moment of triumph, a testament to John's skill, determination though not familiar by many.
The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new champion! John has taken the first place, followed by Carlos, Nicko, and Ramjar. What an incredible race!"
John rode his motorcycle back to the starting line, where he was greeted by his newly acquired fans, and the other racers. The excitement in the air was tangible and some could be seen stag on their seats.
The fans surged forward, eager to congratulate John. He was lifted onto their shoulders, a hero in their eyes. The cheers and applause were deafening, a fitting end to an unforgettable race.
As John stood there, basking in the glory of his victory, he knew this was just the beginning. Indeed, to John, this was to serve at the amateur level because he had never participated in motorcycle racing before.
" Wait...Nah..wait..." John. Shouted at his fans who were pulling on him. Suddenly, he felt some information running in his mind with a hard cracking mechanical voice.