The underground world never slept. It thrieved in the shadows, hidden from the laws of the surface. No rules existed here --only survival, skills and sheer audacity. Every team, every player, every machine was a part of a constant game. One misstep could mean elimination; one victory could secure status, respect and dominance. The owner of this world remained a mystery, a shadow behind the chaos, watching, testing every move of every team. This was the battlefield where players don't know each other, but only way of surviving is winning.
Tonight, the air buzzed with anticipation. Spectators crowded the grandstands, the roars of engines blending with the cheers of adrenaline - charged fans.
"Braves! Braves!" the public chanted, their excitement echoing off the concrete walls, the crowd vibrating with energy that could be felt in every bone.
A figure stepped onto the track -- Jai ,the star of the Braves, the one whose name alone could intimidate rivals. Tall, lean, with an almost careless confidence in his posture, Jai adjusted his helmet, eyes scanning the track. His leather racing suit clung perfectly, highlighting every muscle honed for speed. "Let's see who wants to try me tonight?", he muttered voice calm but brimming with amusement.
"Jai , you think they're ready for this ?" his earpiece crackled, his hacker's voice
low and steady.
Jai smirked ," Ready or not , its not the track that matters - it's the driver. Bring it on." He revved his engine, and the crowd went wild again.
Then came the sound -- a low, menacing growl that cut through the cheers. The light shifted towards the far end of the track , illuminating a sleek, purple machine that glimmered under the neon. It's curves were aggressive, yet elegant, and tires gleamed like obsidian. Even from a distance, everyone could feel its power.
"Is that..... a girl?" , one bystander whispered.
"Never seen a car like that before..."another said, " It looks like a Purple beast."
On the track, Jai laughed, loud and teasing. " Racing is not for girls. Why don't you take that pretty thing back before you embarrass yourself.?
A masked voice came back, crisp and fearless: " Don't worry Darling, I am not here to impress you."
The tension snapped into motion. Engines roared. Tires squealed. The race began.
Every turn, every obstacle, every hairpin corner became a test of skill and nerve.
The Purple Beast moved with unnatural grace, perfectly timed, calculating, fast - but not reckless. Jai pushed his red car to its limits grinning at the challenge, only to find the opponent matching his moves in perfect harmony.
From the shadows, unseen, the other team worked. Every earpiece carried instructions, warnings, timing cues. Obstacles were analysed and comunicated in real time. Every sensor, every camera, every hackable device on the the track was neutralized, jammed, or manipulated - not to cheat, but to ensure complete focus on the target: The Purple Beast
Spectators were oblivious. Only the roar of engines, the flash of neon, and the shouts of excitement reached them. The track itself seemed alive, responding to the skill and precision of the racers.
Jai's brow furrowed as the Purple Beast cut a hair's breath ahead at the final turn. " What the ---?!" he muttered, gripping the wheel tighter. Every move he made , the Purple Beast countered perfectly . His confidence, usually unshakable, wavered for a heartbeat.
And then, as if on cue, it was over . The Purple Beast crossed the finish line, engines wailing ,smoke curling from its tires in a perfect, controlled drift . But it didn't stop and straight out of the stadium.
Silence. Shock. Then uproar.
The crowd erupted, cheers defeaning.
Cameras flashed. " Who... what is that?" someone whispered. The name didn't matter yet. But the display of sheer, skill , control, and audacity - thatmattered.
Jai slammed the brakes, stepping out of his car, trying to catch a glimpse of the driver. But she was gone - slipped into the shadows, vanishing as if she'd never been there.
"Impossible..." Jai muttered, running a hand over his face. His hacker, monitoring the feeds from the track, turned to him in frustration.
" They're jamming everything," the voice said. " Every sensor, every feed all hacked.... all black. We can't even track a signature."
Jai's fists clenched. " Who the hell ...? Find something !"
On every monitor, every portable device, a single word appeared, glowing omniously against the black screens
: QUEENS
Jai stared at the word like it had personally challenged him.
"Find them," he said quietly, dangerously.
"No matter where they're hiding."
Far from the noise, far from the lights , the purple car slowed as it merged into the sleeping city. The girl behind the wheel finally exhaled, removing her helmet. Cool night air brushed her face as streetlights blurred past.
A voice crackled in her earpiece,
"What's the status?"
She smirked slightly eyes calm, heartbeat steady - like this had been nothing more than another task crossed off a list.
" Race complete," she replied.
"No tails, No traces."
She paused glancing in the rear view mirror , where the underground world was already disappearing behind her.
" My part's done," she said softly.
"Let's see what you three managed to pull off."
The call cut.
And somewhere deep beneath the city-
in a world ruled by chaos, blood and victories--
A new name had entered the game.
Not to play.
Buttodominate.
And with that the Purple Beast melted into the shadows, leaving behind nothing but the legend of a race that no one could forget...
"You saw the Purple Beast race, but did you notice what the others were upto? Chapter 2 is coming soon ---- and trust me, things are about to get wild."