Down in Victory Lane after the whole race, Lightning and 'Bolt McQueen were getting their tyres changed by their pit crew as Kori Turbowitz, who is a reporter with the RSN, or Racing Sports Network, came up to them to ask them some questions.

Kori Turbowitz is a 2005 Luxomobile Animatic, a model that is based on a 1997 Ford Puma. She is painted turquoise with grey rims, whilst she has brown eyes, and a black Press sticker that has the Piston Cup on it above her left fender.

"We're here in Victory Lane, awaiting the race results." Kori announced, then she looked over to Lightning. "McQueen that was quite a risky move, not taking tyres."

"Tell me about it." One of the forklifts scoffed out.

"And Braedey..." Kori looked to 'Bolt', as he rolled over to the two, his tyres now fixed up. "You did an amazing job of helping McQueen to reach the finish." She complimented to him.

"Yeah." Lightning looked over to his partner. "Thanks a lot, pal. I wouldn't be here without you."

"Are you both sorry you didn't have a crew chief out there?" Kori now asked.

Braedey decided to speak up. "Kori, here's a lot more to the race than just the finish line." He stated.

"I mean, taking the race by a full lap... Where's the entertainment in that?" McQueen asks sarcastically next. "No no no... I wanted to give folks a little sizzle."

"Sizzle?" The forklift from earlier asked.

"Sizzle, Lightning?" Braedey asked also in confusion.

"Am I sorry we don't have a crew chief?" McQueen asked. "No, I'm not. Cause I'm a one-man show."

"What? Oh, yeah right." The forklift sighed as he got to work on the other tyres.

Kori now turned back to the camera. "That was a very confident Lightning and 'Bolt' McQueen. Coming to you live from Victory Lane, I'm Kori Turbowitz." She said.

As the crew work on McQueen's right aide, Kori's Cameramen was struggling to try and get a good shot of Lightning's bolt, since the forklift named Chuck was in the way. "Hey, get out of the shot!" The cameraman asked.

"Yo, Chuck, what are you doing?" Lightning asked. "You're blocking the camera. Everyone wants to see the bolt."

"What?!" Chuck asked, offended.

"Now, back away." Lightning told him.

Chuck then had enough as he threw away his air wrench. "That's it!! Come on, guys." He told his team, then they dropped McQueen, and they started to leave.

"Wait!" Braedey raced up. "Hold up!"

"Whoa, team!" McQueen asked in confusion. "Where are you going?"

Chuck spun around. "We quit, Mr. One-Man Show!" He snapped at McQueen, and with that, he spun around and left with the other forklifts.

"Oh, OK, leave. Fine." McQueen sighed and chuckled lightly, as Braedey rolled up to him. "How will we ever find anyone else who knows how to fill us up with gas?" The photographers laughed at this, as did Braedey. "Adios, Chuck!"

"And my name is not Chuck!" Chuck, well, Not Chuck, called out back in the distance.

"Oh, whatever." McQueen muttered, as he and Braedey made their way to the winner's post.

'Great. Now what are we gonna do?' Braedey thought to himself in hesitation.

"Hey, Lightning!" A voice called out, and both rookies look over to see Chick and his crew. "Yo! McQueens! Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice racin' out there. By me!" He laughed.

"Zinger." The crew laughed.

"Welcome to the Chick era, baby!" Chick announced with a smirk. "The Piston Cup... It's mine, dude. It's mine. Hey fellas, how do you think I'm look in Dinoco blue? Dinoco blue!" He then laughed to himself with his crew.

"Ha! In your dreams, Thunder." Braedey mocked with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, right-" Chick stopped suddenly. "Thunder? What's he talkin' about, 'Thunder'?" He questioned in confusion.

"You know, cause' thunder always comes after..." McQueen started.

"The lightning." Braedey finished McQueen's sentence, then he and Lightning now began to flash their bolts at the cameras. "Pew, Kaka-phow!"

"Who here knew about the thunder thing?" Chick asked, out of confusion behind the statement, but they all shook their forms no in response, saying they haven't heard of it before.

The camera promo were now getting McQueen and Braedey at all angles, but they all wanted the bolts, to the two would show off their bolts at good angles. Well, Lightning would do so more, whilst Braedey was being modest to the crews.

"Give us the bolt! That's right. Right in the lens." The crews would tell the two, getting great shots of them and their lightning bolts. "Show me the bolt, baby! Smile, McQueen! Show me the bolt, Braedey! That's it!"

Meanwhile, over on the other side of the Victory Lane, there was a Dinoco tent and a sponsors location for the Dinoco racing team. And leaving the area was The King, alongside his sponsor's owner, Mr. Tex Dinoco, and alongside The King, was his wife, Lynda Weathers.

Lynda is a 1975 Family Estate Wagon with a 426 C.I.D Hemi Motor engine, has a set of blue eyes, while she has grey/silver rims, and she is painted in the same blue as her racing husband.

Tex Dinoco is a Texan-paint scheme 1975 Cadillac Coupe De Ville, with light blue eyes, a set of bull horns on his front, just above his grille, which is a moustache of sorts, whilst the back part of his roof is in a cow-patch design, and he has light whitewall tyres on.

"Ohh-wee, that was one close finish. You sure made Dinoco proud." Tex told The King. "Thank you, King."

"Well, Tex, you've been good to me all these years. It's the least I could do." Strip Weathers told the Dinoco owner and founder.

"Whatever happens, you're winner to me, you old daddy rabbit." Lynda told him.

"Thanks, dear." King thanked his wife. "We wouldn't be nothing without you."

Over by the winner's post, both McQueen and Martin shined their bolts to the camera crews, and smiled to the crowds around them.

At that moment, Mia and Tia raced up, and looked like they were gonna faint from seeing their two favourite racers. "I'm Mia. I'm Tia. We're, like, your biggest fans! Ka-chow!" The two then flashed their headlights at the two, showing the number 95 on them.

"I love being me." McQueen muttered to himself.

"OK, girls, that's it." The security then came along, and started to escort the two twins away.

"We love you, Lightning!" Mia and Tia called to their racers, as they waved to them with their tyres.

The King then rolled up to the two. "Hey, buddies. You two are some gutsy racers."

"Oh, hey, Mr. The King." McQueen greeted.

"Strip Weathers. It's nice to see you." Braedey greeted also.

"Lightnin', you've got more talent in one lug nut, than a lot of cars has got in their whole body." The King spoke first to Lightning, then to Braedey. "And Braedey, great performance out there today on the track."

"Thanks so much, sir." Braedey thanked back with a soft smile. "That means a lot, coming from you."

"Really?" McQueen asked, flattered. "Oh, that..."

"But you're stupid." The King suddenly spoke up.

McQueen seemed offended by this. "Excuse me?"

The King looked to Lightning. "This ain't a one-man deal, kid. You need to wise-up and get yourself a good crew chief and a good team." As he talked to Lightning, the red racecar looked towards the Dinoco tent, as a blue helicopter began to land there, and as he does, everything seemed to be droned out. "And you ain't gonna win unless you got good folks behind you, and you let them do their job, like they should. Like I tell the boys at the shop..."

"A good team. Yeahhh..." McQueen muttered to himself, thinking of himself being the new face of Dinoco, sporting the iconic blue colour scheme and being the face of Dinoco, getting movie deals, Hollywood status and who knows what else.

"If you figure that out, you just gonna be okay." The King finished, snapping McQueen out of his fantasy.

"Oh, yeah, that.. That is spectacular advice. Thank you Mr. The King." McQueen thanked.

"I really hope you win today, King." Braedey told the veteran racecar. "You definitely deserve the win after that whole race."

Then, the fanfare announced, as everyone got ready for what was to be the biggest thing in the Piston Cup. "Ladies and gentlemen, for possibly the first time in Piston Cup history..." An announcer began.

The King, Chick, Lightning, and Braedey all got into position. "A rookie has won the Piston Cup." Lightning said to himself, then with screeching tyres, raced up onto the stage, breaking through the cover, and landing in the middle. "Yes!!" He yelled, aiming his bolt to the air.

"We have a four-way tie!" The announcer called, and cameras and cheers echoed and shined throughout the stadium, as The King, Chick, and Braedey all rolled up onto the stage.

Braedey and Lightning were shocked by the news, and The King and Chick were also, but they've kept their composure. A four-way tie? Was that even called a thing in the racing world? And that was something completely unprecedented and unexpected to occur.

"Oh, ho. Hey, McQueen." Chick whispered to Lightning. "That must be really embarrassing. But I wouldn't be worry about it. Because I didn't do it!" He laughed, McQueen sighing and looking in annoyance.

"Piston Cup officials have determined that a tiebreaker race between the four leaders will be held in California in one week." Bob announced.

'A week?' Braedey thought to himself. 'To get from Nashville to California?'

"Well, thank you!" Chick called to the cameras taking their pictures. "Thanks to all of you out there! Thank you!" He leaned over to Lightning. "Hey, rook, first one to California gets Dinoco all to himself." He whispered, then looked to another camera. "Ahh! No, not me! No, you rock, and you know that!"

Soon, the fireworks go off, and the entire stadium is roaring out in cheer and excitement for the tiebreaker. "Oh, yeah! Whoo!" The Lightyear blimp called out, seeing the fireworks from the stadium, and showed a smile on his face, as his cameras caught everything.