Note:I made it where this is team to add to the realism of the story,You know to eliminate the whole resurrection thing that'd be really awkward and boring inside of a Twisted Metal Fanfiction,Also so that way it doesn't go by so quickly.

I roll out from under my car and wipe the sweat off my brow another hard day of work preparing for the tournament, Just two weeks ago I was encountered by a man named Calypso.

He was a very sketchy man black hair and a wicked smile. He promised me if I entered into some competition he called Twisted Metal I'd be granted one wish,I instantly called bullshit.

Wishes are for fairy tales and idiots who believed throwing their money into a damned well would make everything OK. I had pulled out a pocket knife on him and he only laughed, All of a sudden pain rushed through my meat was coming right off the bone rotting like a zombie,This Calypso guy wasn't playing around and he also wasn't taking no as an answer.

He explained to me I'd been chosen as one of the top drivers and started telling me about stuff I had never told anyone like how I was forced to molest and kill me younger brother when I was around twelve to protect the rest of my family from a gang of sick fucks. My mom didn't even know I was the reason why her youngest son was dead and he straight out retold each traumatizing detail teasing me making it sound like I enjoyed it! I already hate this bastard.

"You have a chance to make up for everything,YOU,have done." He really pushed out the you making the guilt I could never get rid of even worse."All you have to do is simply win this tournament."He sat down in a chair of my living room and crossed his legs placing a cane he had against the wall.

"What exactly is this tournament?" I asked not quite sure what else to say,I was both angry and slightly terrified at the same time."You will lead a team of drivers in a derby of sorts." What he had just said sounded so simple I just didn't feel like that's all of it so I had to ask more. "What do you mean of sorts?What's the difference between this and a regular derby?" He pointed his finger at the wall and a picture showed up which I realized was either his memory of a past tournament like that.

Cars was shooting missiles and bullets rapidly occasionally colliding into each other. Buildings was being destroyed and there was a manically loud and annoying laugh as an Ice Cream truck passed by."What is this shit,Death Race?"Calypso laughed."You wish it was that simple. Your team will be placed against other teams in different locations around the world. For each location you'll send out one person from your team to compete against another member of each time,Last man alive wins that round losers are left dead and shamed their team."Calypso stood up his cane and tapped it on the ground chipping the panel of wood flooring.

"I don't have enough cars or know enough people to do this!" I screamed at him. "Don't worry we have you covered."He walked around the corner into my kitchen near the door and when I tried to follow him he was gone.

I couldn't question him this obviously wasn't a dream the pain in my hand was still there and he knew way too much. Was I just imagining this? Either way I listened now I am here fixing up a 1959 Cadillac Hearse. It looked similar to another Calypso had shown me in that hallucination except it wasn't dark purple it was black and scratched up. I had found it in a junkyard and figured the extra space would be perfect to keep weapons,ammo and other things like that.

I'd welded on multiple layers of lead and metal I had either "borrowed" or reused from old projects I was working on.I had no idea how to attach guns to the vehicle I was hoping the old crow might have a crew that could help me with that.

I got a call and answered it,It was Calypso."Check outside your door."The phone then hung up. I was curious which I know is dangerous in cases like this considering I barely knew shit about this guy.I mean how the hell did he get my number?

This could easily be a trap.I open the door and there is a box of VCR tapes."Wonderful the asshole took my poorness into consideration!"This guy was definitely irritating me how did he know all this sure he's magic but still magic and omnipotent are not synonyms. I popped the VCR in and it was obviously footage from old tournaments. I watched all the tapes then went to sleep on the couch. The next morning I had woken up and went to clean myself from yesterdays long day of work. I looked into the cracked mirror and washed my short by sticking it under the sink faucet and letting it run down my scalp and over my face then I took out my razor and shaved off my slight shade of hair that was growing above my lip only leaving my light beard behind.

I was finally getting a chance to fix everything,All I have to do is...Turn into the exact same thing I hated,A sick fuck. Fucking wonderful...But I could finally save Matt. Saving Matt is all I wanted to do,And nothing is going to stop me!