Title:
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination and a few original characters!
Summary: Suki Vegas has grown up and known about cars all her life. She
wants to change the entire street racing scene, but what happens when
things get difficult?
Rating: R (Language and Violence, blah blah.)
NOTE: This is NOT the Suki from the 2 Fast 2 Furious movie, this is my own
Suki, I just love that name and her car rocks the boat.
The Car: . jpg . jpg
...You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears...
You're intrigued. It's coo, I feel ya. It's not like I thought you woulda just came around here once and not thought about returning. Downtown L.A. is the place to be at night, when the lights are dimmed and the wind is cool, when it's quiet and clear. That's when they roll up, the street racers.
When I was younger I would watch from the sidelines. I'd watch my brother's tires spin, sending up black clouds that stung my eyes and pierced my nose. When he wasn't racing I'd sit in the back of his Supra and watch the bright colors of competing racers fly by the window at maximum speed. I loved it, I loved the smell, the atmosphere. I loved everything about cars and racing and interiors, the first thing my brother taught me about cars was the inside. He told me it didn't matter how the car looked, as long as it flew past that finish line, you didn't have to worry.
I on the other hand was all into looks, I could care less about the speed, or how many NOS cylinders it could hold. When my brother first brought home a stripped rusted hunk of junk I thought he was insane. But we worked every day on that scrap of metal. It was amazing to see how his whole personality changed when he was talking about cars. Soon it was ready to roll and off to the races we went. His girlfriend, Lorena, thought he was crazy. Yet every time his front wheels skidded past that finish line she cheered and covered his face with kisses.
Why am I telling you this? Why should you care?
It's because of my brother Tobias that I do what I do today. I race. My beauty, my Hot Pink S2000 with double wishbone suspension, a six-speed short throw manual gearbox, leather interior.
...Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT...
Okay, okay. I'll stop. You get the point.
I grew up as my big brothers shadow, I was there when papa kicked him out, and I was there when momma let him back in. I never left his side. If he went, than so did I. I was lucky to have a brother who respected his little sister as much as he did. Everything was perfect, or so I thought.
You get to a point in life where there's a turning point. You don't want it, you don't even know when it's coming. But it comes, and you just have to ride it through. Just as I had when my brother was hit in the rear during a routine race and was sent flying sideways where he tumbled over six times and burst into flames.
I was there. I saw it all. It didn't even occur to me at 14 years old that my brother was gone. I watched as the crowd roared over to try and aide my brother out as he screamed for help. I let Lorena hold me while I stood in shock and landed up comforting her. When it was over, my brother best friend Rob took us home. Then he off, screeching down the street in search of the blue Skyline that drove my brother to his death. At the time I was glad, glad to know that someone was getting revenge.
I'm gonna skip to five years later, it's still me. I'm still standing in the sidelines with Lorena, who swore to watch over me as Tobias had. My parents were shit, I lived with Lorena. It was cool, until I told her I wanted to start racing, I told her that standing on the sides as eye candy wasn't enough. I was ready for the big time, so when we packed up and moved to a new part of town, where it was said to be hot and swimming with dough. I knew this was it.
...Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat...
And so here I am. Sitting here behind the wheel of my fully loaded baby and ready for anything. In reality I was scared shitless and Lorena was makin my ears bleed with all her safety issue shit.
"Rena, it's coo. Chill. I ain't gonna take a nose dive like Toby." I snubbed. Big mistake.
Her eyes pierced my skin, "I have nothing to say to you right now Suki." She whispered, "I have nothing to say." She shook her head and exited my car.
"Que lata?" I called back playful, only to receive her favorite finger.
I stood up out my car, my tight black leather pants hugging me in all the right places. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair and eyed the crowd. I knew a lot of the people here, I needed to find a respectable team to race before I would get things under way. Besides, it was my birthday dammit. I deserved this.
...I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out...
"Aye Juan, whats new?" I came up behind an old friend and played nice.
"Nothing much, just chillaxin, you?"
"Hopin ta make some money tonight." I grinned, flashing my pearly whites.
It wasn't working.
"Nah, for real." He shook his head.
"I am." I snapped.
He laughed, "Girl, you ain't even raced a day in your life. What make syou think-"
"Do you know who you're talking to? Who installed those flow masters for you last week? Who helped you out when your Tired ass Acura started topping out at 110?" I fumed. This was ridiculous!
He watched me through my tantrum before he looked behind him to fetch Lorena, "What you think?" He asked her. At this point I knew it was over, no way would she agree.
But before she could speak, five of the sweetest cars came zooming by.
"Toretto!" The crowd yelled.
"Toretto?" I asked no on in particular.
Juan smiled, "You don't ask me if you can race baby, you ask him." He pointed to a red Mazda.
Well, if that's how its gonna be. Than fine. I started to walk over to the man called Toretto.
...If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL...
The Car: . jpg . jpg
...You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears...
You're intrigued. It's coo, I feel ya. It's not like I thought you woulda just came around here once and not thought about returning. Downtown L.A. is the place to be at night, when the lights are dimmed and the wind is cool, when it's quiet and clear. That's when they roll up, the street racers.
When I was younger I would watch from the sidelines. I'd watch my brother's tires spin, sending up black clouds that stung my eyes and pierced my nose. When he wasn't racing I'd sit in the back of his Supra and watch the bright colors of competing racers fly by the window at maximum speed. I loved it, I loved the smell, the atmosphere. I loved everything about cars and racing and interiors, the first thing my brother taught me about cars was the inside. He told me it didn't matter how the car looked, as long as it flew past that finish line, you didn't have to worry.
I on the other hand was all into looks, I could care less about the speed, or how many NOS cylinders it could hold. When my brother first brought home a stripped rusted hunk of junk I thought he was insane. But we worked every day on that scrap of metal. It was amazing to see how his whole personality changed when he was talking about cars. Soon it was ready to roll and off to the races we went. His girlfriend, Lorena, thought he was crazy. Yet every time his front wheels skidded past that finish line she cheered and covered his face with kisses.
Why am I telling you this? Why should you care?
It's because of my brother Tobias that I do what I do today. I race. My beauty, my Hot Pink S2000 with double wishbone suspension, a six-speed short throw manual gearbox, leather interior.
...Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT...
Okay, okay. I'll stop. You get the point.
I grew up as my big brothers shadow, I was there when papa kicked him out, and I was there when momma let him back in. I never left his side. If he went, than so did I. I was lucky to have a brother who respected his little sister as much as he did. Everything was perfect, or so I thought.
You get to a point in life where there's a turning point. You don't want it, you don't even know when it's coming. But it comes, and you just have to ride it through. Just as I had when my brother was hit in the rear during a routine race and was sent flying sideways where he tumbled over six times and burst into flames.
I was there. I saw it all. It didn't even occur to me at 14 years old that my brother was gone. I watched as the crowd roared over to try and aide my brother out as he screamed for help. I let Lorena hold me while I stood in shock and landed up comforting her. When it was over, my brother best friend Rob took us home. Then he off, screeching down the street in search of the blue Skyline that drove my brother to his death. At the time I was glad, glad to know that someone was getting revenge.
I'm gonna skip to five years later, it's still me. I'm still standing in the sidelines with Lorena, who swore to watch over me as Tobias had. My parents were shit, I lived with Lorena. It was cool, until I told her I wanted to start racing, I told her that standing on the sides as eye candy wasn't enough. I was ready for the big time, so when we packed up and moved to a new part of town, where it was said to be hot and swimming with dough. I knew this was it.
...Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat...
And so here I am. Sitting here behind the wheel of my fully loaded baby and ready for anything. In reality I was scared shitless and Lorena was makin my ears bleed with all her safety issue shit.
"Rena, it's coo. Chill. I ain't gonna take a nose dive like Toby." I snubbed. Big mistake.
Her eyes pierced my skin, "I have nothing to say to you right now Suki." She whispered, "I have nothing to say." She shook her head and exited my car.
"Que lata?" I called back playful, only to receive her favorite finger.
I stood up out my car, my tight black leather pants hugging me in all the right places. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair and eyed the crowd. I knew a lot of the people here, I needed to find a respectable team to race before I would get things under way. Besides, it was my birthday dammit. I deserved this.
...I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out...
"Aye Juan, whats new?" I came up behind an old friend and played nice.
"Nothing much, just chillaxin, you?"
"Hopin ta make some money tonight." I grinned, flashing my pearly whites.
It wasn't working.
"Nah, for real." He shook his head.
"I am." I snapped.
He laughed, "Girl, you ain't even raced a day in your life. What make syou think-"
"Do you know who you're talking to? Who installed those flow masters for you last week? Who helped you out when your Tired ass Acura started topping out at 110?" I fumed. This was ridiculous!
He watched me through my tantrum before he looked behind him to fetch Lorena, "What you think?" He asked her. At this point I knew it was over, no way would she agree.
But before she could speak, five of the sweetest cars came zooming by.
"Toretto!" The crowd yelled.
"Toretto?" I asked no on in particular.
Juan smiled, "You don't ask me if you can race baby, you ask him." He pointed to a red Mazda.
Well, if that's how its gonna be. Than fine. I started to walk over to the man called Toretto.
...If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL...