Nothing but dirt in her rear view. Just the way Kimberly liked it as she powered out of the last corner. Now would be the final stretch before she would finally take gold. First place. She wasn't even aware of what was going on behind her. The battle between Ross and Sam for second place. It was more of an intense battle than she had thought, but Kimberly was too focused on herself to even realize that the two were literally bumping into each other. It was vehicular warfare back there and Kimberly didn't have even a piece of mind to care about that. Her senses were dialed into "win mode" and all she had on her mind right now was the notion of winning. Her competitive drive was firing on all cylinders. Everyone knew just how competitive Kimberly could get, especially her husband. And let it be known that whoever was on the opposite side of Kimberly would have the hardest time in the world to even remotely get an inch on Kimberly. She was crazy when she was trying to win, it was like the god of competition had taken her over and did all the things she did just for her.

And across the line. First place! Kimberly loved the feeling of knowing that she beat out so many other people, but most of all she beat a world class racing driver. That for sure would give her some SERIOUS bragging rights. She would go on her victory lap, not even realizing that Ross and Sam had gotten into a little scuffle. As the first place winner had taken her lap, Sam was very, very infuriated at what Ross had done with her car. The stupid little Escort driver had decided to play Samantha's game, which was not a smart decision on his part at all. Now, the both of them had wiped out. Basing on the way the Galant had moved (which it didn't) after the accident, some serious damage had been done to the drivetrain. This pissed off Sam. Why? Why did he even do that? Fucking dumbass didn't even know what he was doing here. He had no place on a track with a driver like Sam. 

The safety marshall came by to check on Sam, but she only unbuckled her harness and stormed out of her car as she was infuriated that her car was a wreck. As the marshalls were tending to Ross, Sam stormed over to him. She had her fist clenched. This was only going to go one way and one way only. Kimberly was pulling up on the wreckage. Her eyes widened as she immediately stomped on her brakes. The car lurched to a stop as she unbuckled her six point harness. She chucked her helmet besides her car as she sprinted as fast as she could over to the wreckage. "Ross?!" Kimberly frantically cried out, she was honestly scared to god. She hoped he was okay. She was kicking herself mentally for neglecting that he had gotten into a crash earlier. But just as she was getting closer, she saw something that made her heart sink. A fist from Sam connected square on the button with Ross's jaw, knocking him out. Kimberly never thought she would see the day that Ross would get knocked out, by Samantha Graham out of all people.

"Hey!" She screamed out, as she was just about to tackle her. But instead Kimberly decided to make the smart choice by getting up in her face. She bumped into her by her chest. "What the fuck was that?!" Kimberly asked in a rather hostile tone. "This fucking dipshit wrecked my car!" Kimberly got even more furious, "Well that didn't fucking mean you had to wreck that fucking dipshit's face did it?" Kimberly got up in her face, "You better watch your back, Graham." She had no idea how she was doing this to one of her idols, but she knew if Ross was watching he'd be weirdly aroused. The marshals broke up the confrontation and Kimberly turned around to tend to Ross, while a marshal raised up a black flag in front of Samantha, disqualifying her from the race. Kimberly kneeled down and looked at the unconscious man. "Oh god... Ross... please be okay..." She looked at him rather worryingly. Being knocked out like that meant that he was going to have a concussion. It was like the tables had turned from when Kimberly was pregnant. Now she had to take care of a puking, dizzy man. Once Ross would be coming back to consciousness, Kimberly would be right there standing over him, worried as ever. The first thing he'd see once he came to would be Kimberly's blue eyes. "I got him, don't worry." Kimberly was registered with the organization that she was first-aid certified, so she was qualified to handle him. "Ross... honey." She was really worried now. As she looked up, she could see the distant trails of what appeared to be smoke in the sky.

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As Seb gave the go-ahead signal, Ellie leaped out of the airplane. The feeling of falling down lingered across Ellie's body, but it didn't matter as that would fade away with the glory of being as free in the air as they were. Gold smoke was pouring from her legs as she got into the proper position. The air caught Ellie's wingsuit and slowed her down a bit, allowing her to be free just like a bird. It was hard to miss Ellie in the sky, her wingsuit was so distinct. Half Canadian, half Scottish. One for her nationality, one for her heritage. She knew that Seb was in her wake, which was flipping awesome. She loved this, she really did. She was thanking whoever introduced her to this big time, because without it she didn't know what she did beforehand.

As the race track came into view, Ellie adjusted her trajectory just a bit, she wanted to reduce the displacement between her and the landing point as much as possible. Looked like Seb was doing the same thing too, adjusting his trajectory too. In a few minutes time, all eyes would be on the two YouTubers and they would be attracting the attention of pretty much everyone on the race track. It was a great feeling, but at the same one that made Ellie's gut churn.