The Fall of the Racing Prodigy

Summary

Championship Eve, I torched my car and quit the race.

Overnight, fans turned. Their cheers soured to venom.

Kane played magnanimous rival for the cameras:

"The summit's lonely without him. I'll wait for his return."

I laughed coldly.

Last life, my custom racer matched his bolt-for-bolt.

Even with timelapse build proofs, his whisper doomed me:

"Let Blaze have it. I'll win on skill alone."

Public opinion branded me a thief.

Then my engine detonated mid-race—

Left me vegetative.

His fans cheered justice served.

Not even my fiancée's final mercy pull explained it: