Spectre
The screens read the names of the first two contestants, who walked to center on the ring carrying their RC cars as Calypso introduced the two drivers. Spectre and Sweet Tooth approached the stage.
"Driving the C2 Corvette 'Spectre' introduce you to Scott Campbell" Calypso stated a light shone down on a weasel about 25 standing with a controller in his hand as he was looking at the Cameras focused on him.
"I Don't have much to say so I will make this quick, I have reason to win this contest" Scott claimed
"And his opponent, The driver of the Ice Cream truck 'Sweet Tooth' I introduce Needles the Clown" Calypso introduced as a Hyena about 40 waved with both arms, smiling under his mask.
"Hello, Boys and Girls, step on up and I'll show you all just how sweet I can be, I brought tasty treats for all my fellow drivers" Needles exclaimed with a shrill laugh. as Spectre looked at the clown. He had to win not for himself but for his family.
It was about a few months ago, Scott was part of an upper-class family of weasels. most of the time, they were the usual family until one day when his dad came home. Scott was working on his RC car in the garage when his mother told him that dinner was ready. Scott set down the car, heading inside.
At the dinner table, his dad was telling his wife and the two kids about how he was enlightened. apparently, there was a religious group founded by a Lion who only went by the alias 'Scar', due to a scar that covered his left eye. He spoke of a grand faith and somehow managed to attract a following and now it seemed that Scott's father was now listening to The Word of Scar and decided to bring his family to the next meeting which Scott was personally against but did not say anything...in hindsight maybe he should have.
The meetings started out harmless enough A dark Loin in black robes would stand among his followers discussing a bunch of pseudo-cult babble and his followers would just eat it up. in their minds, Scar was practically a god. and his followers comprised of mammals for various species and all took his words to heart. Eventually, Scar started requesting his followers donate money to their cause, It was something stupid like pooling a large sum together to rebuild society when the current civilization falls. Scott just stood in the living room looking at his father.
"You're really gonna do it, huh Dad?" Scott asked his father as Mr. Campbell nodded his head.
"Of course I am, Father Scar has foretold a great disaster would befall the civilization and it's the job of him and his followers to rebuild" Mr. Campbell exclaimed.
"And let me guess, Father Scar access to these funds?" Scott asked somewhat rhetorically.
"Of course not, he can not access them with our permission first, he specifically instructed that" Mr. Campbell explained as Scott went upstairs and laid on his bed. Even if Scar told his dad that, Scott had no doubt that his dad would happily empty his pockets and bank account if the ever-powerful Father Scar ever asked him.
Scar spoke of a grand faith but Scott could tell his words were hollow and was convinced he was pulling a con. Not surprisingly his family would not hear it. the moment Scott even suggested the idea he was thrown out for Hearsay against the Great Father. but the moment that broke Scott's heart the most when his family underwent the 'Scar of Scar' ceremony, and yes it was a stupid name. His family took turns running a blade over their left eyes to prove their undying loyalty to a con mammal.
Eventually, Scott found himself living in an apartment in Downtown Zootopia with a low paying job, rejected by his family who refused to even acknowledge him, as far as they were considered he did not even exist. Scott laid on the sofa in the apartment living room surrounded by trash as the door was knocked on. Scott got up, kicking a half-eaten cup of noodles over as they spilled all over his pant's leg. Scott mildly cursed brushing the mess off getting the door, keeping the chain lock on as he peeked out.
Standing outside of his apartment was a fox in a black suit with the left side of his face slashed up, he was smoking a cigarette as he looked at the Weasel.
"Scott Campbell, I assume... may I come in?" The fox asked as Scott just looked at him, seeing the scars on his left face partially scared him, did one of Scar's boys find out him and decided to take him out.
"What's with your face?" Scott asked pleading ignorant to the whole cult thinking maybe he could convince this red that he had the wrong guy.
"That, is...something personal, but don't worry, I'm not part of the Scar Cult, though I have been mistaken as one before" He answered as Scott breathed a sigh of relief. no member of the cult would ever deny their loyalty to Scar so he must have been telling the truth. Scott undid the chain quickly letting him in. The Fox stood formally looking at him kicking a soda can aside.
"Mr. Campbell, My name Is Calypso, I Run a contest and from I read about you, you used to an efficient RC driver" Calypso stated brushing trash off the chair with a rolled newspaper before sitting down. Scott uncapped a beer taking a sip, He would have apologized that the plate was a mess, but he didn't care, he didn't care about anything that much anymore.
"That was a long time ago" Scott replied as Calypso unfolded the paper reading it.
"Local Weasel wins, RC Derby" Calypso read from the paper as those words hit Scott in the chest. that summer his dad had bought him a white Corvette C2 1/3 scale RC, he entered it in a local derby and won first place. It was one of the few times he can remember his dad being proud of him.
"Mr. Campbell... Scott, I know about your family, being milked dry by that silver-tongued Lion, who honestly brought eye-scars to the mainstream, I mean I can't honestly tell you how many times I've been mistaken for a Scar follower, So I want to make a deal with you?" Calypso offered as Scott crossed his arm looking at him.
"What kind of deal?" Scott asked as Calypso chuckled.
"Have you have heard of Twisted Metal, the RC Contest where the winner gets whatever they want?" Calypso asked as Scott looked at the Fox shocked.
"What... you're THAT Calypso, No one ever seen you how did you avoid being seen, do you really have the power to grant wishes" Scott replied bombarding the fox with Questions as he adjusted his tie.
"I'll take that as a yes. I'm looking for racers in this year's contest and I've chosen you, your skills may be rusty but what do you say, Win Twisted Metal, and you could save your family?" Calypso offered as Scott looked at them.
"No, I'm not stopping with my folks, If I win I want to make it so that Scar's stupid cult never existed, I want the world to see that Lion for the scumbag con artist he is?" Scott exclaimed as Calypso sighed.
"You realize that's a contradiction, How could you expose Scar as a Con artist if his cult never existed, but fortunately I have evidence of Scar's other Cons, all in a file, I must admit... It's an enlightening read" Calypso admitted as Scott eyed him.
"So I Win and you give me that file?" Scott asked as Calypso nodded. Scott told Calypso he had a driver for his contest as the Fox walked away happy.
In the present day, Scott was eyeing the clown before as he knew he had to win. Not just for himself but for those around him. Scott stood there eyeing the Hyena named Needles who just stood there smiling as he looked at Scott.
"Sorry Little Boy, But I have to win this contest" Needles replied clenching his controller The Hyena probably had his reason for competing but it did not concern Scott. Needles stood there opposite of the Weasel thinking of his reason for being at the contest and how his life changed in one night, and now he had the opportunity to change everything.
"I'm Going to win, or a lot of people are gonna get screwed" Needles replied looking at Scott as both set their cars down on the Twisted metal arena, ready to do there battle. The two just grabbed their controllers as the cameras zoomed in on them all around the world people were watching the tournament begin on the web.
In a ZPD squad car, Nick had his laptop opened as he and Judy were watching the event.