You were well known among Europe and North America, you were beyond a celebrity, something more powerful.

You had a huge career in racing cars, you always won. You always got first place, even if it meant cheating and wrecking other cars just to win.

You had many fangirls and fanboys, you basked in the attention and the fact they had yet to see the face behind the mask. You always wore you helmet, visor down, in any public setting where you were known as 'The Ram'. The name represented your reputation as well.

Yet one race, you seemed to attract two men, Johnny and Simon, usually Simon took first and Johnny second, they didn't that fateful day.

December 20th, 2004

{•} You were leaned against your car after a thrilling race, you had taken the win and made a few cars wreck.. but it's not cheating, just helping yourself.

You had your helmet off as it sat on the hood of your car, you were leaned against the door, smoking a cigarette that rested between your lips.

Johnny and Simon spotted you, the two large men glanced at eachother as Johnny nudged Simon in the side. "Ay' let's go find out who that bastard is." Johnny spoke, his voice heavy with a Scottish accent.

Simon grunted as he gave a sharp nod of his head and walked behind Johnny as they made their way to you.

"Ay', you ain't too bad out on the track, luv!" Johnny called out with a chuckle. Simon rolled his eyes as he stayed silent and glanced at the back of your head as smoke swirled into the air. "You're quiet now.. wonder why that is, you usually a chatter box on the podium." Simon spoke up gruffly, his tone cold and controlled, yet a hint of curiosity laid beneath.