While Hamilton is Senna’s equal, Rosberg is no Prost.

The hierarchy within Formula Oats is now clear: Sir Lewis holds the lordship, while Nico-Ten-Languages serves as his vassal. The recent parade in Japan confirmed this.

THE COUNT OF MONCET The winding road that crosses the Levantine Empire has always been a testing ground for the most deserving. One name now stands out above all others: Sir Lewis, the supreme overlord.

With his latest triumph, his forty-first victory, Sir Lewis has finally equaled his idol, the late Ayrton Senna. He compares himself to Senna and sees his own downfall reflected in the myth of Icarus. On the podium, he appears as a meticulously dressed assistant, who now serves as his valet: Nico Rosberg, once outspoken, now slowly bows to Lewis's relentless grip and the inevitable setbacks that have plagued him. Had he not abandoned the race for trophies, the chorus of critics would have reminded him that, for three seasons, his pride had been haunted by forty defeats and as many elegies. An ironic smile and a defeated expression now mark the German's face as he laments his misfortunes, realizing that there is no longer a noble barbarian to defend the fall of Rome. NICO-TEN-LANGUAGES

Lewis, a man of humble origins admired by both thugs and the divine Mercury, will never seduce anyone other than the masses who desperately cling to a shred of glory. I was born into royalty, the son of a champion; yet this scoundrel surpasses me tenfold. THE COUNT OF MONCET In the paddock, these two drivers are often compared to the great Prost and Senna. For the Englishman, I agree: his talent is immense; the German, I admit, is an affront to Prost's legacy. Let's leave the grandiose myths aside and turn to the misfortunes of an Iberian. Fernando, finally, feels the sand of time slipping through his fingers and recognizes that his reign is coming to an end. DON FERNANDO GP2 engine! GP2 engine! I can no longer tolerate this underpowered unit! I'm being overtaken by the slowest snail; even a Manor now seems to be a serious challenger. GP2 engine! GP2 engine! I've finally had enough and the bitterness is returning. I'd like to resign, but I have no choice but to accept the shame and bear my cross alone.