TUSCAN GRAND PRIX 2020

ZIA WAS FLYING. She had made her way through the pack of racers like they weren't there, leaving them for dust. She knew that Binotto would be watching her from the pits, silently contemplating her move to Ferrari. A move which hadn't been confirmed yet, but Zia was desperate to gain.

But instead of dwelling on the future, she focused on the now, making her way through the grid. Currently 12th position, all the way from 19th, she had managed to impress Binnoto so far.

There were quite a few laps left, and Zia was positive she could scrape a few more places before the race was up. Max Verstappen had just blown up his tyres, meaning Zia had gained an extra position for free. Earlier on in the race, Carlos Sainz, Antonio Giovinazzi, Nicholas Latifi and Kevin Magnessun had crashed out, leaving Zia free to charge ahead.

Zia's race engineer, David Wilson came through her radio, preparing her for the upcoming overtake. "Car in front, Russell in the Williams, Russell in the Williams, gap is 1.28 seconds. Come on Z, you can do this."

"Yep copy." she said as she pushed through turn nine. She could see the Williams, and edged closer towards it.

UP IN THE commentators box, David Croft and Martin Brundle were having a busy time commentating, the race having been filled with many incidents.

"Well Martin I think it's safe to say we've had an entertaining race." Cofty said.

"At least. D'you know Crofty, there's been plenty of incidents to last me I think the rest of my career."

Crofty glanced back at his screens and saw that Powman was inching closer to the Williams of Russell, and lent forward in his seat, addressing the audience watching from home."Now ladies and gentlemen we have a scrap on our hands. Zia Powman in the Alfa Romeo is creeping up on George Russell in the Williams."

Martin glanced at the gap between to two young drivers, "Before, the gap was 1.28, but now Powman has cut it down to 0.89, meaning she's allowed to use DRS in the next zone."

"And that zone is coming up right now. Down the straight they go, Powman's switched on her DRS, she's up next to the Williams, she's nearly there! Up to the corner, Powman is late on the brakes, she's got it! And- Oh and they've crashed! They've gone! Both cars have crashed out into turn one! Oh my word this is just a race full of DNF's!"

Martin stared at the screen wided eyed."I'd like to see a replay of that crash."

"And I Martin." Crofty said in agreement. On que, a replay from Grojean's car came onto the screen, as he was not far from the two battling cars, his camera had been able to catch a clean shot of the crash.

As they watched, both men could see Russell's car swift to the right, as if to cut Powman off from overtaking him, but the move had failed horribly. His front wing smashed into Powman's car, sending it spinning out into the gravel and right into the wall. Russell has spun too, as his wing had somehow hooked onto the underneath of Powman's car as she spun. She was lucky she hadn't flipped.

The tyers had burst on both cars, leaving them stuck in the gravel. Powman's back end was almost hanging off, the right side of her Alfa was wrecked.

"My word that is a very nasty crash, I hope that both drivers are okay, yep you can see Russell jumping out of the car now, and is Powman moving? Yes, yes she is. Well, glad they are both okay. God that was horrific." Crofty said, breathing a small sigh of relief that both drivers were okay.

"Yes it really was."

A radio symbol popped up on the screen, and Crofty spoke. "Here's the radio message from Powman on that incident."

ZIA WAS FURIOUS. What was Russell thinking? She had clearly been I front of him. Why the fuck did he try and cut her up?

Wilson came through her radio. "Z are you okay? That was a big one. Z?"

"What the fuck was he thinking?" Zia screamed. "He's such a fucking prick honestly. I was fucking in front of him and he cut me up the dickhead. Fottuti britannici. " she swore in Italian.

The swearing was a bit much, but Zia didn't care at the moment. She was too enraged with the British driver to even think about calming herself. She pulled her steering wheel from its place, and pulled herself out of the car, throwing the steering wheel back onto the seat.

Russell had gotten out of the car a bit before and was examining his front wing, which had a large part snapped off, which was still stuck underneath Zia's.

"Oi! Russell! " she yelled. She unbluckled her helmet and ripped it off, removing her balaclava too, her short hair falling in front of her face as she walked towards him. Russell did the same with his helmet, but with a lot less force.

"Hey Powman mate-"

"No no no. First of all, I'm not your mate. Second of all want to explain to me why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to cut me up when I was clearly in front of you?" she inttupted him.

Russell stared at her in disbelief. She had been ahead of him? No. He'd definitely been ahead. Why else would he have tried to defend his position? No. She was dillusional. "Look Powman, whatever made you think that you were in front of me-"

"Hm, maybe The fact that I was in front of you!"

"No you weren't!"

"YEAH SHE WAS definitely in front of him." Brundle said as he and Crofty rewatched the footage back. "You can clearly see she has the corner and the move settled, and then Russell moves across. For me, I'd give him a penalty."

"Completely agree with you there Martin." Crofty said as the replay finished. When the live showing of the race showed, he saw Powman and Russell stood beside their cars, screaming at eachother. "Uh oh, Martin I think we might have a Piquet-Salazah situation on our hands."

"Oh god. Well, I don't blame Powman for being angry, that was clearly Russell's fault."

"YOU THINK IT was my fault? Well, I guess we'll have to see what Masi thinks." Russell said definitely as the Marshalls began to try and pull the two angry driver's out of harms way.

"Yeah. Fine by me. Because I know I was in front of you." The woman said, confidence radiating in her voice. She knew that George had been behind her, that corner had been hers, and she would fight her case.

BACK ON THE Ferarri pit wall, Mattia Binotto sighed as he watched the interaction between the two drivers. Zia Powman had been a contender for the Ferrari seat for next season, but with a large crash like that...

Binnoto held his head in his hands. Perhaps he would have to go back to the drawing board.

✨enemies to lovers✨

DISCLAIMER :

kimi raikkonen will not be an alfa romeo driver in this story.

HE WILL BE IN IT

but not as a driver

.... It just occurred to me that both my driver oc's race to alfa romeo

weird.

ALSO IF THAT ITALIAN IS WRONG CAN SOMEONE PLEASE CORRECT ME BECAUSE I DONT SPEAK ITALIAN

THIS WILL BE SET IN THE 2020 SEASON BUT I'M TELLING COVID TO KISS MY ASS

in this book that awful virus doesn't exist 🙃