Beyond the Track - Oscar Piastri bxb

Victory

The final race of the season had arrived, and the energy in the air was electric. The anticipation, the adrenaline, the sheer weight of everything that had led up to this moment—it all culminated here, on the track, where Oscar Piastri was about to race for the championship.

Oscar sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the track ahead of him. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but beneath it all, he could feel a calm determination. This was it. The race that would decide everything.

He glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing the familiar shape of Nick's car behind him. Nick had been his rock all season, both on and off the track. Through the highs and the lows, through the endless hours of preparation and pressure, Nick had been there, supporting him every step of the way. And now, they were both on the verge of something monumental.

Oscar's radio crackled to life, his engineer's voice calm but urgent. "Oscar, we're watching your pace. Keep it steady. You need this win to secure the championship. You've got this."

Oscar nodded, his grip tightening on the wheel. "Copy that. I'm going for it."

The lights went out, and the roar of the engines filled the air as the race began.

The first few laps were fast and furious. Oscar's heart raced as he navigated the track, keeping his focus sharp. He was leading, but not by much. Behind him, the championship contenders were breathing down his neck, ready to pounce at the slightest mistake. It was a battle for every corner, every straightaway, and every inch of track.

But Oscar didn't waver. He pushed himself harder than he ever had before, each lap faster, sharper. The sound of his engine was the only thing he could hear, his body moving in sync with the car, every turn and shift a reflex, every motion automatic.

The laps ticked by, and as the race neared its final stretch, Oscar was in the lead—just a few seconds ahead of his closest rival. But the pressure was mounting. The whispers of doubt, the weight of the championship, the eyes of the world on him—it was all crashing down at once.

In the pit lane, Nick watched, his eyes fixed on the screen, his heart in his throat. He couldn't help but bite his lip, his fingers curled tightly around the railing. This was it. Oscar had made it this far, but the final push would be the hardest.

Oscar's voice crackled through the radio. "I'm going for it. I'm not holding back."

"Just focus, Oscar. You've got this."

Oscar's focus didn't waver. The last few corners were coming up. He could see the finish line ahead, just within reach. He pushed his car through the final turns, his tires screaming against the asphalt as he fought for control. Every muscle in his body was locked in, and his mind was crystal clear. This wasn't just about winning a race anymore. This was about proving to himself, to Nick, to everyone that he had what it took to be the best.

The final straightaway loomed before him, and he could see the finish line in the distance. His hands were steady, his eyes locked on the goal. With one last burst of speed, he shot across the finish line, the roar of the crowd deafening in his ears.

He had done it.

Oscar slammed his hands against the steering wheel, his body shaking with the rush of adrenaline. He had won the race. He had won the championship.

The radio crackled with the voice of his engineer, a wave of excitement and disbelief in their tone. "Oscar, you did it! You're the world champion!"

Oscar let out a laugh, a mix of relief, joy, and disbelief. It was all hitting him at once, and he couldn't contain the emotion. He had done it. He had made it to the top.

As he pulled into the pits, he saw Nick standing there, waiting for him, his eyes wide with pride and happiness. When Oscar climbed out of the car, the weight of the championship still settling over him, Nick was the first to wrap his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"You did it," Nick whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Oscar grinned, feeling a lump form in his throat. "We did it."

Nick pulled back slightly, his hands resting on Oscar's shoulders. "I'm so proud of you, Oscar. You deserve this more than anyone."

Oscar's eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Nick's expression turned serious for a moment. "I've always believed in you, Oscar. From the very first day we met, I knew you had it in you."

Oscar's heart swelled with affection. Nick had always believed in him—even when he had doubts about himself. The support and love he had received from Nick had carried him through the toughest moments. And now, standing here, with the championship in his hands, he realized just how much Nick had meant to him throughout the season.

The celebration was like nothing Oscar had ever experienced. The pit crew surrounded him, lifting him in the air, the trophy in his hands. The crowd's roar was deafening as the team celebrated their victory, and Oscar could hardly believe it was real. He had won the championship, but more than that, he had proven something to himself—to Nick—and to everyone watching.

Later, at the after-party, Oscar stood with Nick on a balcony overlooking the city, the lights twinkling below them. The music from inside the venue pulsed in the background, but all he could focus on was Nick. His heart was still racing from the victory, but now, it was Nick who held his attention.

Nick turned to him, a grin on his face. "You did it. I'm so proud of you, Oscar."

Oscar smiled, his chest swelling with pride and affection. "We did it."

Nick's hand found Oscar's, their fingers intertwining as they stood there together, looking out at the world they had conquered.

Oscar leaned in, his voice low. "I couldn't have done it without you. You were right there with me every step of the way."

Nick squeezed his hand. "Always. I'll always be here for you."

As Oscar gazed out at the horizon, he realized that this moment wasn't just about the victory. It was about the journey. About the love they had for each other. About everything they had faced together, both on and off the track.

And now, with the championship secured and the future wide open, Oscar knew one thing for sure: he had everything he needed right here.

In Nick's arms.