(The car is outfitted with a pair of Gatling guns, a missile launcher
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SCOTT
You said it, Dave. We've got a great line-up this year. It's no wonder the Killoseum here is completely packed.
DAVE
It absolutely is, Scott! Every seat in the house is filled with Twisted Metal fans, anxious to see the carnage!
SCOTT
Don't forget the millions of viewers watching from home.
(Charlie rolls down his window, and yells to the driver of the F1 racer.)
CHARLIE
What's going on? Where am I?
(The driver, Amanda Watts, appears to barely acknowledge Charlie, but lazily turns her head towards him. She flips open her visor, revealing a pair of dazzling blue eyes and locks of blond hair. Her voice is soft, but her tone indicates a general lack of interest in Charlie or his well-being.)
AMANDA
Where are your guns?
(Charlie looks around his car, confused, and becoming increasingly frantic.)
CHARLIE
Guns? I don't have any guns in my car. Why would there be guns in my car?
(Amanda shrugs, dropping her visor and turning to look ahead once again.)
AMANDA
Guess you won't last long.
(Charlie looks back to her, wild eyed.)
CHARLIE
Last long? Last long in wha-
(Suddenly, comprehension seems to dawn on Charlie, and his eyes go wide.)
CHARLIE
...Oh no.
(Charlie scrambles to get a better view of his surroundings, but isn't able to see any form of escape route. He does see, however, the metal barricades in front and behind his car, preventing him from leaving.)
CHARLIE
Oh no, no, no, no no... This isn't right.
(Turning back to Amanda, he desperately tries to convey to her that he doesn't belong in the tournament.)
CHARLIE
I'm not a contestant! I just dropped a guy off, I don't belong here! I'm just a cab driver!
(Amanda doesn't appear to pay him any attention, and the lights suddenly dim.)
(The camera shifts from Charlie's perspective to a wide angle of the arena, showing the packed stands and giving us a brief glimpse of the various competitors, all in slots similar to the one Charlie and Amanda appear to be in, and each of them in arranged in pairs.)
DAVE
Ladies and gentlemen, Twisted fans around the world, give it up for the man himself, the ringmaster of this twisted circus, the scrap metal demon himself... Calypso!
(The cheers of the crowd swell to deafening levels, and the camera focuses on Calypso, who appears to walk up onto a stage in the center of the arena. massive overhead stage lights focus down on him,and a huge screen opposite of Charlie reveals him to the crowd in general.)
(The view back to Charlie's vantage point, where it is revealed that Calypso was in fact the fare from previously who led him into the tournament.)
CHARLIE
What the... No, no, it can't be...
(Calypso smiles darkly, as if having heard Charlie from where he is standing. In a seemingly royal gesture, Calypso holds his hands out to quiet the crowd, and after a few seconds, they seem to obey, and the cheers drop to an eerie silence.)
(After a moment, Calypso begins to speak. His voice is strong, and his tone is regal.)
CALYPSO
Another year, another Twisted Metal tournament...
(The crowd cheers once again, with many standing up in their seats to applaud and holler with excitement.)
(Calypso gestures with his hands in such a way as to convey that he wishes for the crowd to quiet down and take their seats, which they do after a few more moments of cheering.)
CALYPSO
...I thank you. Now, for those of you who have never seen one of my tournaments, or-
(Calypso turns, seemingly to look in Charlie's direction.)
CALYPSO
-for any contestants who are playing Twisted Metal for the first time, let me tell you all what happens now...
(The crowd cheers forcefully again. However, rather then silence them this time, Calypso reaches upward with his hand, and the podium he is standing on begins to lift up off the floor, raising up into the air on a metal stand. A sound like straining machinery is heard as the stand rises.)
CALYPSO
We have a record breaking turn out this year; Not just in fans, but in contestants as well.
(The stand continues to rise, and finally stops a height of approximately thirty feet in the air. As it comes to a stop, a bridge is seen extending outward from under what appears to be the announcer's booth, stretching out towards Calypso and his stand.)
CALYPSO
And so, rather then introduce you to each of the almost forty contestants who have signed up this year, we're going to have a little fun...
(The bridge section connects with Calypso's stand, and he steps onto it. The stand section lowers itself back to the ground, while the bridge section begins to retract towards the announcer's booth, with Calypso walking forward on it.)
(The stadium lights continue to highlight Calypso, and the view returns to Charlie, who is struggling to exit his car. He tries opening the doors to exit, but the doors are prevented from opening by barricades on either side. He crawls into the back, and begins to pound on the back window.)
CHARLIE
Let me out! Can anyone hear me? I'm not a contestant! I'm not a contestant!
(The viewpoint returns to Calypso, who climbs a staircase leading to the roof of the announcer booth. There, we see an elaborate metal throne embellished with metal skulls and the same stylized letters 'T' and 'M' on the back of the chair. Calypso has a seat, and continues speaking.)
CALYPSO
What I've devised this year is an elimination match. Of the 36 hopefuls, some you know-
(The view shifts briefly to showcase Sweet Tooth's signature ice cream truck revving it's engine. This is also seen on the large display screen, which causes the crowd, most notably many people wearing clown masks in the audience, to cheer loudly.)
CALYPSO
-Some familiar-
(The view shifts to showcase the Cadillac Ambulance known as Meat Wagon, which causes a similar, but much smaller cheer from the audience.)
CALYPSO
-And some new,
(The view shifts to showcase Charlie's cab, still unadorned with weapons. The crowd cheers, but without much enthusiasm and perhaps even a little confusion.)
(Calypso is seen grinning darkly once again, and he pauses in his speech to stare in Charlie's direction for a few moments.)
(Charlie, hearing a lull in the crowd and a pause in Calypso's speech, re-enters the driver's seat, and stares at Calypso with loathing.)
CHARLIE
Why would you do this!?
(Chuckling as if he has heard Charlie, Calypso resumes his speech, resting his chin in his hand against the arm of the throne as he speaks.)
CALYPSO
Of all these brave souls, only half will advance into the tournament itself. This match will help show us, and perhaps some of the drivers, who really has it in them to win. To win their heart's desire, to win their greatest wish, to win...
(Calypso pauses for effect.)
CALYPSO
..Twisted Metal.
(The crowd delivers a thunderous cheer and applause, and Calypso sits down in his throne, lounging luxuriously.)