It was a foggy evening as the Streets of Zootopia were near empty, the night was tranquil and peaceful. it was the kind of night where you could just curl in bed and look at the ceiling awaiting slumber. But the silence was cut off as pick up truck was tearing down the pavement. The truck was white and had 6 wheels, four in the back and being chased by another vehicle, a police cruiser, matte black with white doors the words "City of Zootopia, ZPD" written on the white doors.
The two cars were dancing and giving each other the runaround. the Pick Up rammed right into the cruiser hitting the front left side, smashing the bumper and bending the hood. It then pulled a 180, smashing the cruiser in the front right, sending the bumper flying off into the streets. It was clear the truck was going to win this as the truck lined up from another blow straight to the front of the car.
The Truck rammed the Cruiser which had dodged at the last second, turning around the Cruiser reversed into the passenger side of the truck, putting a massive dent in the right side before driving off. The Cruiser was circling the truck, not showing any sign of lightening up. The two vehicles locked in combat was a sight to behold.
Such a feat was like a dance, two partners elegantly moving around the dance floor. Both competing for the spotlight they are forced to share. the two were colliding, bits coming off as they continued their beautiful dance. What was it about two vehicles competing for dominance that we find appealing. We live in an age were destruction alone is enough to get butts in seats.
The truck charged the cruiser, stopping it dead in its tracks. using the plow attached to the front the truck it lifted the cruiser overhead. the voices could be heard. those wanting to see the end to act. who will emerge victoriously?
Like moths to a flame, cheering for destruction, praising the one standing among the wreckage as a victor, but competition has always existed, as animals fighting to be the best is simply in our nature. And the losers, who remembers them, they lay broken on the battlefield.
The truck throw the cruiser down at the edge of the street, both cars equally torn up, but the truck was looking like it would be victorious, the driver getting to know fame and glory beyond what our minds can comprehend. The savage nature of the sport certainly draw its fair share in, but in the end; there can only be ONE winner.
The Truck charged again to finish off the cruiser. one last good blow should do it. the collision would shatter the car apart. turn the vehicle of law enforcement to a pile of scrap rubble. It was almost ironic, in a sick twisted kind of way. But the driver of the cruiser, he had a little surprise planned for the truck. While the truck was busy ramming the cruiser into rubble, the driver was busy analyzing the truck's rate of speed along with the time it took to collide.
Most people think it's just so easy, drive and crash, that even a child could do. While that is true there is so much more to it. It's not completely about overpowering your enemy. Titans have fallen to rivals much smaller than them. what it came down to was skill, the ability to outthink and outmaneuver your enemy, taking away what power they had, you can just attach a big weapon to your car and expect to win.
The Truck rammed into the cruiser as the driver activated his little surprise. a beam of electricity shot from the front, frying the truck as the cruiser rammed it. The truck sat there shorted out, unable to start, the cruiser went to town on his opponent slamming into his stalled enemy it was clear the truck was done for.
The cruiser stopped In Front of the truck as the paw of the wolf picked up the damaged cruiser, holding it underarm...He'll be perfect.
"SNOWPLOW is unable to continue, the winner is OUTLAW" a voice called out, belonging to a goat who held a checked flag as a snow tiger about 13 picked up the demolished truck, clearly upset about his loss. The driver of OUTLAW was a black wolf named Carl Roberts Jr. holding his car in one paw, controller in the other as the crowd cheered him on.
He stood there basking in the spotlight, as winners often do, enjoying the fans cheering him on as he waved back, another mammal approached Carl handing over a few bills, from the entry pot, Tonight he would be walking off with 30 dollars. Carl was walking towards the area behind the arena where a stranger stood waiting for him.
Carl's look was one of surprise. the figure stood before him, a handsome red fox in his late twenties to early Thirties, wearing a black suit, and a pair of red-tinted sunglasses, though his most distinguishing feature was a scar that ran down the left side of his face, his left eye was clawed out and solid black.
"And excellent match Carl, I feel you would be a wonderful addition, I'm is throwing together this year's contest, the best RC drivers, for an elimination tournament, would you be interested," he asked Carl eyed him.
"And who would you be, some creepy pedo looking for a cub my age, who are you?" Carl asked the creepy fox as he just smirked.
"My Name is Calypso, and I run a little RC contest, you may have heard of it; It's called Twisted Metal. I think you have what It takes to make it to the top, so what do you say?" He asked again. Carl looked down, before shifting his gaze back to him.
Few have heard of Calypso only by reputation. every year he held a Tournament, for the best RC drivers he could find. he would often scout the matches for skilled drivers to compete, some say he is impossible to find, and the only way to enter Twisted metal is to be contacted by him directly. You would think that would make it hard to get racers but not really, If you're good enough behind a controller, Calypso WILL find you.
Carl Stood there eyeing the fox as he eyed back playfully, awaiting a response as Carl looked at him. He wanted to know he was getting into, Calypso was the king of the underground RC Cricut and Twisted Metal was his crown jewel. an opportunity like this doesn't come around very often.
"What do I get if I make it to the top?" He asked, curious to see if the contest was worth it, the money from these rumble matches was good enough, 15 dollars entrance fee, so he felt suspicious when Calypso told him there was no entrance fee to compete. He just smiled tapping his cane on the ground, coming very formal for his age.
"Whatever you want Carl Roberts, simply win Twisted Metal and whatever you want for your prize I will make it so" Calypso explained as Carl looked at him asking about what kind of restrictions there were to the prizes before he simply chuckled.
"No restrictions, Winner gets whatever they want, one wish to be granted by yours truly" The fox explained as Carl scoffed. at the concept of wishes. Calypso just looked at him,
"Most would take this opportunity, It would certainly make your dear old dad proud, to hear his little cub won Twisted Metal" He replied.
"What do you know about my father?" Carl demanded to know as Calypso smirked.
"Sargent Carl Roberts of the ZPD, a highly decorated officer who deeply cares for his city, I know he is your model, and clearly by your car, you intend to follow in his footsteps" Calypso said as he pointed to Outlaw in Carl's paws, he was right, Carl Sr. is a hero and his son always wanted to be just like him.
"Okay Calypso I'll tell you what I want, If I win Twisted Metal; I want you to make me a police officer, a Real one, so that I can enforce justice alongside my dad" Carl told Calypso his dream of serving in the force with his father expecting a laugh or something smart but the fox just looked at him.
"That is certainly an earnest goal Carl, and I would be more than happy to grant it, but why not just wait until you're an adult and go the academy?" Calypso asked.
"Growing up takes too long, plus my father is old I don't know how long he may have left. why spend 10 years and go thru school to be an officer when you make me one with the snap of your fingers" He replied as the fox smiled.
"So you do believe in my abilities, it brings a tear to my eye Carl," The fox said extending his paw as Carl reluctantly shook it.
"Welcome to Twisted Metal," Calypso said happily.