Name: Turner Grey

Vehicle: Jeep Wrangler (A long-lasting, highly-customizable vehicle owned by the most discerning, levelheaded of intellectuals… but is mostly driven by short-tempered egomaniacs.)

Vehicle Speed: 4/5 (Maybe if the incompetent traffic reporter wasn't as unreliable as the weather girl when it comes to reporting the traffic flow in his general area, Grey wouldn't have to burn rubber to get to his clinic on time.)

Vehicle Armor: 5/5 (As stated above, when Grey is deceived by that lousy new station and is late for work, all Hell breaks loose. That's why he's modified his jeep to plow through traffic unscathed like a snowplow through snow.)

Vehicle Handling: Sluggish (Despite what Grey thinks, his vehicle is a jeep, not a racecar. It's not designed to take sharp turns at speeds exceeding 60 mph.)

Special Weapon: 3/5 (Ram of Anger- Grey's anger somehow grows even greater, motivating him to relentlessly ram into opposing vehicles until the unfortunate contestants are dead. A simple, yet effective, attack.)

Bio: *grumble, grumble…* The nerve of that woman… I'll show her- What!? You think it's wrong that a grown man like me is talking to himself? Well, normally a man of my status would take offense to that, but I don't have time to waste on the likes of you. I have bigger fish to fry in the form of vengeance… What? You say that motive's been done to death? Nonsense! My vengeance is more significant and righteous than that of the average man, for I seek to personally destroy a woman who has caused me so much pain with my bare hands! Vengeance will be mine!


Kristoph disembarks from his just-landed dirigible, ready to greet and honor the victor of Debauched Steel with almost any prize that they can think of- the winner, Dr. Turner Grey, who is standing on the side of the road, impatiently tapping his foot and scowling at Kristoph.

"You're five minutes late." Grey curtly greets Kristoph.

"I'm sorry, but-"

"Well, you should be! Do you know who I am?!" Grey yells with his left hand tensed as if he is trying to squeeze the life out of something.

"A rude, short-tempered man?" Kristoph wryly retorts.

"Ha, ha! Very funny! For your information, Goldilocks, I'm a saint compared to you! I'm a surgeon who saves people's lives on a daily basis. Let's see you top that."

Kristoph grins at the surgeon. "I jest, I jest, Dr. Grey, I know who you are. So what is your wish? To have your reputation restored? To have the grey taken out of your hair? A free anger management session at the Y?" The host of Debauched Steel sneers.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Gavin." Grey calmly responds as he pushes up his glasses. "I just want one thing: Revenge; just desserts; cold, unrestrained retribution!"

"So you want to get back at Mimi Miney, the nurse who you believe ruined your clinic and your murderer?"

"Mr. Gavin, that nurse was nothing compared to the woman I'm referring to. No, this woman is a scourge to every man, woman, and child in the greater Los Angeles area as she ruins lives in mere seconds! Every day she pollutes the airwaves of our fine city with wretched, filthy lies! I'm talking about the weather girl!"

Kristoph cocks his head in confusion. "The… weather girl?"

"Yes, a.k.a. Renee Daye of Channel 23 News. That woman has been an accursed thorn in my side for too long! 'It's going to be raining cats and dogs out there today, so bring an umbrella with you!' she says, forcing me to carry around a useless umbrella while there's not a single cloud in the sky! 'I think our little rainy spell will take a break with a day of sun!' she says, ruining my $1,500 suit in a torrent rain that would give both Noah and his ark a run for their money! How dare that shyster call herself a weather girl! 'Oh, look at me! I'm Renee Daye and I only got this job because I wear revealing blouses and dance around like the Whore of Babylon! I don't know the difference between sun and rain! Dur! Dur! DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR!'"

Kristoph slowly takes a step back away from the irate surgeon with his hands held out in front of him. "Perhaps you should take a few deep breaths and calm yourself, yes?"

"Calm down? NEVER! That blasted weather girl has been the mastermind behind every worldwide issue in the past decade: increasing gas prices, global warming, the Doritos Locos Taco…! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Miney ruined my business and killed me because she was bribed by Daye to strike down the only person in this damn city to know the truth about her! I even managed to link her to the Hindenburg incident! You see, the ropes that were used on the Hindenburg were- Hey! Get back here! You still haven't granted my wish!" Grey yells, shaking his fist, as he notices Kristoph boarding his dirigible.

"Sorry, Dr. Grey, but we here at Debauched Steel have the right to refuse wishes to the mentally ill. Ta-ta." Kristoph waves at Grey as he prepares to close the dirigible's door.

"Am I really so crazy, Gavin? Haven't you ever met someone who has caused you nothing but pain and misery? A person who'd drive you to do anything just to see them suffer an agonizing death?"

Kristoph pauses as he drifts off into his favorite daydream: him repeatedly beating Phoenix over the head with a giant hammer, like something out of a cartoon, as the sun, which has a creepy, toothy smile not unlike that of Aristotle Means', sings Happy Days are Here Again!.

Grey notices that Kristoph is completely motionless. "Gavin, are you alright?"

Kristoph shakes his head, snapping himself back into reality. "… Granted."

Kristoph raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light.


In the Channel 23 station, a fair-skinned woman with her raven hair styled in a large bun, wearing a rather revealing navy blouse and a matching skirt that shows off a generous amount of leg, is standing in front of a large map of LA which is covered with a large sun.

"Get out your frying pans, folks, because it's hot enough to fry an egg out there! I'm Renee Daye, wishing you a day that's as nice as the sky is cloudless!" The weather girl cheerfully states with a smile on her face.

"Cut! That's a wrap!" The studio's director and owner, a chubby man with a pencil mustache and goatee who is wearing a black beret, yells as a buzzer briefly goes off.

As soon as she knows that the cameras aren't filming, Renee's smile morphs into a look of irritation as she heads over to and sits in a chair with her name on it before a young intern hands her a bottle of fancy mineral water.

"Good job, Daye! You really knocked it out of the park today." The director states.

"Oh please, it's nothing." Renee gloats, smirking as she takes a sip of her water. "The idiots who watch me will believe anything if you through a pair of breasts and legs their way. Sure, I started off my career wanting to give good, accurate reports; but I soon learned that it's more fun to tell them the exact opposite of what's happening out there." The weather girl tries her best to control her laughter. "Like-like today, those morons think that it's warm and sunny, but… heh heh heh… it's actually cloudy with a high of 20 degrees Fahrenheit and wind speeds of 16 mph! Hahaha!" Renee covers her eyes as she bursts out laughing, having lost the battle to maintain her composure, prompting the director to shake his head and start laughing as well.

"Oh, you are so baaad!"

Renee regains her composure. "I know, I know… But who's going to stop me? Those horny morons who watch me? They may be dumb, but they're not dumb enough to get their eye candy canned!" Renee gloats, her arms crossed over her ample bosom.

"Yeah, you'd have to live a sad, empty life if your main concern's the weather." The director adds, breathing a sigh of contentment. "I love my job!"

"Amen to that!" Renee chimes in, raising her bottle of water, as she and the director burst out into laughter.

Suddenly, the duo's happy time is cut short by the studio's doors being blasted off their hinges and being thrown across the room with a loud boom, followed by the entranceway filling with smoke.

"What's going on here!?" The director yells as he and Renee spring to their feet.

From the cloud of smoke, a pair of white eyes created by a glare being cast off a pair of glasses becomes visible as they form into a scowl.

"My revenge…" The smoke dissipates, revealing the owner of the eyes to be Grey, who is much more muscular than he originally was and is wearing a one-piece brown leather outfit with a glaring sun placed in its center and a matching brown cape. Grey's hair, instead of its normal skunk tail look, is style in the shape of a lightning bolt. "For I am Dr. Weather!"

"What the hell are you going on about, you crazy geezer!? You're gonna be hearing about this from my lawyers when they make you cough up the money to repair my studio!" The director yells, his hands clenched as if he's about to strangle Grey.

"Not before that hussy pays for the $1,500 suit she ruined with her shoddy reports!" Grey objects, pointing at Renee.

"How on earth did I ruin your suit? I don't even know you. And trust me; I think that I'd remember if I saw a freak like you running around town." The weather girl sneers.

"June 16th, 2017." Grey sternly states.

Renee cocks her head in confusion. "What?"

"June 16th, 2017, the day you ruined my suit. 'I think our little rainy spell will take a break with a day of sun!' you said! And because of that, I didn't bring an umbrella with me that day and my suit was drenched! Drenched I say!" Grey yells, clenching his fist.

"So what do you want me to do about it? Send you an 'I'm sorry' card because you were too thick to look out the window?"

"No, I want you to feel the same pain that I felt!" Grey hisses with a venomous tone.

"And just how do you plan-" Before Renee can react, Grey fires a torrent of water from his hand at her, engulfing the weather girl and slamming her against the wall on the far side of the room.

When Grey finishes his attack, Renee notices that her attire is completely drenched.

"Argh!" Renee screams. "You idiot! You've ruined my outfit! Do you know how much it cost me!?"

"Ha-ha! Now the proverbial shoe's on the other foot, Daye! Wet, cold, and uncomfortable, isn't it?" Grey sneers.

"Why you…!" Renee snarls before charging full speed at Grey, screeching as she extends her arms out in front of her.

However, before the weather girl can reach the surgeon-turned-superhero, Grey fires a powerful burst of wind from his hands, sending Renee flying through the studio's wall and outside the building.

"Screw this, I'm outta here!" The director proclaims as he runs out the destroyed door as fast as he can.

Grey walks through the newly-created hole to find Renee mustering all her energy in an attempt to crawl away from her assailant.

"You know what the difference between me and you is, Daye? When I say it's sunny, it's actually sunny!"

Grey clenches his fist, causing the clouds above Renee to part as a powerful beam of concentrated sunlight engulfs her as she screams in terror. When the attack ends, Grey sees that Renee has been reduced to a mere pile of ash, which he then proceeds to get rid of by summoning a light gust of wind to blow it away.

"That'll teach you for spouting lies about the weather… Now onto the next wrongdoer on my vengeance list: The Channel 23 traffic reporter, Russ Doure. 'Marblock Street today will be like driving through a ghost town!' Bah! Lies! Filthy Lies, I say! That road was more packed than a can of sardines! I swear, how these jokers even get on television is beyond me!" Grey grumbles to himself as he marches back into the studio through the hole in the wall that he created.

A little ways outside the studio, Kristoph watches the situation and starts softly singing to himself. "The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be retribution..." Kristoph stops singing and grins at the camera. "I'm Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."