Grand Prix Champion

Vanessa wiped the sweat off her brow, her pulse still sky-high.

"It feels damn good," she said breathlessly, her voice slightly hoarse from the adrenaline. "This wasn't an easy race. The competition was brutal, and there were a few moments where I thought I might not make it. But I knew what I came here to do — win — and I wasn't about to back down."

The crowd erupted again, chanting her name.

"Did you expect such an aggressive pushback from Rafaelle?" the reporter asked.

Vanessa let out a short laugh, shaking her head.

"Of course. Rafaelle doesn't like losing, and neither do I. We both fought hard for it, but at the end of the day…" She gestured to the 1st place ranking still flashing above them. "I wanted it more."

More cheers.

Another reporter stepped forward.

"You've won a hundred thousand dollars with this victory," they said. "Do you have any immediate plans?"

Vanessa exhaled, rolling her shoulders.