Disclaimer: I do not own NASCAR Racers nor Transformers.
Chapter 1 – THE FIRST RACE
A bright blue sky shone overhead and the race fans crowded the stands of Big River Raceway. The Unlimited Series Racers were on a rough stretch of track now. It twisted and turned like a snake. Guardrails were the only thing that could stop a car from crashing into the stands.
The Motorsphere emptied out onto a winding track. Two large stands rose up on either side of the narrow track. Team REXCOR raced ahead of the field, but Team FASTEX Drivers were gaining fast.
Megan "Spitfire" Fassler easily zipped through the competition, passing racer after racer. Megan kept down the track, handling the tight curves with ease. Then she noticed something in her rearview mirror.
A white car with a red stripe painted on the hood was gaining on her. Megan gasped.
The car pulled up alongside Megan, and she saw the familiar face of a racer she knew all too well – Redline O' Rourke.
"I'm passing you on the next turn." Redline said.
"Save your breath, Redline. I don't drive to lose." Megan said.
Another driver in blue tried to pass Redline.
Bam! Redline slammed into the race car. "Aaaaah!" the driver in the blue car yelled as he spun out of control. The car behind him couldn't stop in time, and the two cars collided.
"Whoa!" Megan cried out. She expertly steered through the twists and turns.
Mark "Charger" McCutchen watched the action in his rearview mirror and frowned. There was no room in this sport for dirty racer like Redline O'Roarke.
A feeling of pure energy coursed through Mark McCutchen as he raced down the backstretch. He could see a group of race cars just up ahead.
Mark pressed on the gas. Quick as lightning, he easily overtook the cars in front of him. Now that he wasn't worried about Megan, Mark had his mind on the race. He forged ahead. Another pack of cars led the race in front of him. Charger passed one car, then the next. As he approached the lead it was just as he feared – Lyle Owens' black REXCOR car was in first position.
"I can't let REXCOR win. I've got to pass that car!" Mark muttered.
Lyle Owens "the Collector" saw Charger's 204 in his mirror.
"McCutchen," Owens grinned. He wasn't going to let anyone come between him and 1st place. "Don't even think about it." Owens shifted gears as the track grew steeper. That didn't stop Charger. He was right on the Collector's tail now.
"Oh no. You can't shake me that easily." Mark said.
"One more to add to my collection." Lyle said.
Charger sped up and tried to pass Owens on the left. The track took a sharp turn. Owens veered left at the same time, ramming his car into the 204.
The encounter bumped Charger into the steel guardrail. A loud screech filled the air as metal scraped against metal. Sparks flew as metal slammed into metal. Mark didn't lose control.
Onlookers in the stands screamed and scrambled to get out of their way.
"The leading cars are fast approaching the finish of the Big River Raceway 500 Race!" the announcer told the crowd. "In just seconds, you'll see them rounding the final curve. Stand by!"
Excited fans stood in their seats, waiting for the finish.
Charger straightened out the 204. He and Owens raced side by side again. First Mark took the lead, then Owens sped in front of him. Then Mark took the lead again. They were back and forth until a cloud of dust appeared on the track in front of them. Mark gasped.
At the last second, Mark McCutchen gunned the booster rockets on both sides of the 204. "Let's get Charged!" He slipped past Lyle at what looked like warp speed. Mark crossed the finish line a car's length ahead of his rival. The checkered flag at the finish line waved.
"Team FASTEX wins!" the announcer blared.
The fans in the stands burst into applause and cheers. Mark felt like he was dreaming. He had won the first race of the season. The biggest race of the season!
Author's note: Thank for reading my first chapter. Please review.
