You did it. You have slaughtered the competition and crushed your way to the top. You are the Champion of Twisted Metal.

Calypso stands before you, a condescending smirk on his lips. You solemnly step forward, thinking about your deepest wish. He did promise he would grant any wish to the winner, right?

But, what if that wish was...? No. Think, dummy. Why would he accept to grant something so outlandish? And yet...

"I congratulate you for winning the Twisted Metal championship", Calypso announces solemnly. "As promised, I am willing to grant you one wish - anything your heart could possibly desire."