Name: Trucy Wright
Vehicle: Magic Mobile (Trucy is driving a snowplow. You heard that right- little Trucy Wright is driving some massive snowplow made to handle heavy-duty snowstorms. When questioned on this unusual choice in vehicle, Trucy responded with, "What's so strange about it? Snowplows have been tools of magic for years. No matter how much snow is covering a road, after a snowplow passes through, it's like nothing was ever there. If that's not magic, then I don't know what is! Plus, if a snowplow was good enough for David Blane to get to the hospital with when his fiancé was going into labor and he couldn't get a cab, then it's good enough for me!")
Vehicle Armor: 4/5 (Even though you can't see it, a magician always has measures in place to maximize safety, and this competition is no different.)
Vehicle Speed: 2/5 (Trucy tried to increase the speed rating for the Magic Mobile, but no matter what she tried, the engine kept bursting into flames.)
Vehicle Handling: Moderate (What's that, you ask? How can a large, bulky snowplow have moderate handling? Well, we were just as surprised as you were when we asked Trucy about this, to which she responded with, "Anything is possible with magic!")
Special Weapon: 3/5 (Magic Panties- Any projectiles that come Trucy's way enter her signature panties that defy the laws of nature, never to be seen again… unless, of course, she decides to fire them out at some other unsuspecting driver. However, the magic panties are useless against direct attacks.)
Bio: Hi everyone, Trucy Wright, Ace Magician, here! But as much as I'd love to show you some magic tricks, I've got bigger fish to fry. Mr. Gavin has ruined Daddy's life and I'm going to make things right!
Kristoph is standing off on the side of the road as Trucy Wright, the young magician who won Debauched Steel, approaches him with her arms covered by her cape and a serious look on her face.
"Congratulations, Trucy, on winning Deb-ow!" Kristoph yells when the young magician, with lightning-fast reflexes, pulls a large can out of her magic panties and throws it at the host of Debauched Steel, hitting him square in the jaw. "That was completely uncalled for!"
"That's for everything you did to Daddy, you big jerk!" Trucy snarls as she glares daggers at the demented former attorney.
"Still, that's no reason to go around throwing cans of…" Kristoph pauses as he picks up the can that hit him, only for his eyes to widen upon learning what its contents are. "Spotted Dick? Of all the things you could have thrown at me- knives, dynamite, one of those heavy legal books that your father keeps that he has never even so much as glanced at- why in Shirley Temple's good name would you choose a can of British pudding with an unfortunate name?"
"Because that's what you are- a huge can full of dick!" Trucy yells before pulling out another can and throwing it right at Kristoph, hitting him right in the shoulder.
"I admit, I've done many awful things to Wright, but he started it all! He stole my client from me and acted like it was no big thing!" The crazed host angrily retorts. "So then why aren't you throwing those cans at him? Or how about your biological father after he suddenly fired me without even giving me a reason why?" Kristoph hisses, only to get hit in the gut with another can of spotted dick. "Will you stop that!?"
"Only when you stop blaming Daddy for doing something that was done with no malicious intent!"
"Ok." Kristoph calmly states, the glare on his face morphing into his usual grin. "In that case, I'll be angry at Wright for deeds that he did do with malice in his heart- like forging evidence in order to get me arrested, or overhauling the entire legal system so that he could clear his name and get his badge back."
"Daddy. Did. That. To. Help. People!" Trucy roars, pelting the host of Debauched Steel with a can of spotted dick after each word.
"Where are you getting all of these cans?!" Kristoph screeches, squeezing the life out of two of them, one in each hand, before throwing them down to the ground as hard as he can, causing them to burst open upon impact and their contents to spill out onto the pavement.
"Magic, you big meanie!" Trucy angrily responds with her hands on her hips before throwing yet another can at the crazed former attorney's face, hitting him right in the nose, which causes two streams of blood to start flowing from his nostrils as he puts a hand to his face to stop it.
"That's it!" Kristoph roars, healing himself with a snap of his fingers and then proceeding to cause Trucy's magic panties to burst into flames.
"My panties!" The young magician screams, dropping the bloomers to the ground and stomping on them in an attempt to extinguish the fire. But alas, despite Trucy's best efforts, her beloved magic panties are reduced to mere ashes.
"Not so magical now, are they?" Kristoph sneers with crossed arms. "Now, unless you want me to do the same to you, I suggest that you make your wish."
"Fine!" Trucy huffs. "For once, I want you to make Daddy happy by giving him a woman that'll love him and be my new mommy!"
"Granted." Kristoph replies with a sinister grin before picking up a can of spotted dick off of the ground and throwing it at the young magician, hitting her hard enough in the head to render her unconscious.
When Trucy regains consciousness, she finds herself lying on the floor of the Anything Agency in front of the couch while Phoenix- who's wearing a black suit with matching pants, shoes, and bowtie that compliment his white shirt, and whose hair is slicked back and shows no sign of its trademark spikes- stands over her with a look of concern, gently shaking her shoulder.
"Trucy, are you alright?" Phoenix asks as he helps his daughter to her feet.
"Other than my head really hurting, I'm fine." Trucy responds, rubbing the welt that formed after being hit by Kristoph's projectile.
"I'm not surprised." Phoenix calmly responds, gently patting his daughter on the back. "When I heard the thud that just happened, I thought that you were crushed by the bookshelf. But you must have simply had a bad dream and rolled off the couch, which would explain all the screaming I heard."
"Daddy, it wasn't a dream! Mr. Gavin has these strange powers that let him control reality, and he's using them to host this t.v. show that…" Trucy pauses and flashes her father a look of utter shock when she notices his attire. "Daddy, why are you wearing that weird outfit? And what happened to your hair?!"
"I know it looks a bit dorky, Trucy, but your new mommy couldn't stand my hoodie and spikes and insisted that I wear something more becoming."
"I have a new mommy!?" The young magician squeals, prompting her father to start chuckling.
"Glad to know that you're as excited now as you were at the wedding last week. Though speaking of your new mommy, I also came here to make sure-"
"Phoenix von Karma!" Franziska roars as she bursts into the office. "Why isn't that foolish daughter of yours in her school uniform yet? Her first day at the Themis Legal Academy begins in only two hours and I will not allow the von Karma name to be sullied any further by her being foolishly late!"
"I'm so sorry, Franziska! I'm so sorry!" Phoenix whimpers with fear in his eyes, folding his hands together and pressing his arms against his body in an attempt to make himself look smaller. "Trucy was asleep on the couch and she-"
"This is unacceptable, Phoenix von Karma!" Franziska yells, lashing her new husband with her trusty whip. "How do you expect your foolish daughter to become a perfect prosecutor when she's too much of a delinquent to even get dressed?!"
"Don't you yell at my daddy like that!" Trucy shouts, glowering at her new mother and clenching her fists. "And what do you mean about me becoming a prosecutor? I'm gonna be a magician!"
"You'll be whatever I want you to be, foolish girl!" Franziska retorts, cracking the air with her whip as a show of dominance. "And as for your father…" The silver-haired prosecutor smirks and snaps her fingers, prompting Phoenix to step behind her and start rubbing her shoulders with a big, goofy grin on his face. "He loves it when I talk down to him. Isn't that right, foolish darling?"
"Yes, My Queen. You are the air that I breathe and the sun that lights up my life; and I am but your lowly fool, who you've showered with love ever since I lost my useless job as a defense attorney." The ex-attorney sighs with joy before grabbing his wife's gloved hand and giving it a gentle kiss.
"But, Daddy…" Trucy whimpers, lowering her head out of sadness. "You're always telling me about how much you loved being a defense attorney."
"If my beautiful Queen of Perfection says that defense attorneys are useless, then that's what they are." Phoenix sternly states, his posture as perfectly stiff as a board.
"Good boy, Phoenix." Franziska coos, patting the top of the ex-attorney's head like one would a dog.
"T-Though if I may object…" Phoenix nervously mutters, meekly raising a finger as his posture begins to hunch over. "While I may have brought shame to all lawyers, there are many defense attorneys who are far from useless- take my good friend Kristoph Gavin, for example. While I may have been a bumbling fool who won cases only by pure luck and bluffs, Kristoph effectively utilizes evidence and logic to win case after case."
"You're perfectly correct, Phoenix von Karma." Franziska smirks with a waggle of her finger. "That's why Kristoph Gavin has the honor of driving Trucy to her first day at Themis. Now make yourself a little less foolish than you normally are and hold down your daughter while I change her into her uniform."
"Yes, My Queen!" Phoenix bellows at the top of his lungs before holding his daughter in place by grabbing her arms as tightly as he can.
"Daddy, let go of me! You're hurting me!" Trucy pleads, tears forming in her eyes as she squirms in a vain attempt to free herself from her father's ironclad grip.
"Your foolish father's grip will be the least of your worries if you don't put on your uniform." Franziska growls as she grabs a white short-sleeve shirt with a gold Themis Academy logo stitched on it, as well as a red skirt and matching scarf, lying on top of the office's smaller bookshelf and approaches the young magician, whose saucer-sized eyes are filled with terror.
After several long minutes in which Trucy used every ounce of strength she had to rebel against her new mommy, the adolescent magic enthusiast finds herself wearing her new school uniform- no cape, no hat, and no indication that she was ever a magician to begin with.
"Perfect! Now don't you feel like a winner?" Franziska sneers with a waggle of her finger.
"No!" Trucy sobs as tears stream down her cheeks. "I want to be a magician, and I want my daddy to be the way he used to be!"
"But, Trucy…" Phoenix says with a forlorn expression. "Franziska makes me happy. If she wasn't a part of my life, I don't know what I'd do."
For a brief moment, an awkward silence fills the room as Trucy tries to process how her father could be so happy being married to such a bossy woman and why he's so willing to cast aside his own daughter's dreams. But before the young magician can think about the matter any further, the sound of a car horn can be heard from outside the building.
"How could I have been so foolish as to keep Kristoph Gavin waiting!?" Franziska snaps, pulling at her whip in frustration. "And after we just had the most engaging of conversations…! Phoenix von Karma, take your daughter down to your perfect friend so that she can begin her perfect new life. And while you do that…" The silver-haired prosecutor takes Trucy's cape and hat and forcefully slams them into the nearby trashcan, causing Mr. Hat to spring up, his hand stretched out towards the young magician as if begging her to rescue him. "I'll rid this office of all of that foolish magician nonsense."
Though unfortunately for Mr. Hat, Trucy is unable to do anything to help him as her father forcefully drags her out of the office by the arm while Franziska begins to repeatedly stomp on him as hard as she can, causing the puppet to break into pieces with each impact from her foot.
"Daddy, please have mercy! We have to save Mr. Hat!" Trucy sobs as Phoenix drags her outside the building, where Kristoph is awaiting her in his periwinkle Prius, his window down as he gives her a warm grin.
"Trucy, you won't be needing that foolish little toy where you're going." Phoenix jovially states, getting down on one knee so he can look his daughter in the eye. "Now, be a good girl and get perfect grades in all of your classes, or I'll have to disown you to please your new mommy."
"Don't worry, Wright. I'll teach her everything she needs to know in order to succeed." Kristoph chimes in with a sinister smirk as the ex-defense attorney forces Trucy into the back seat of the Prius.
"Thanks for everything you've done for me, Kristoph. I wouldn't be living such a happy life if it weren't for you." Phoenix says with a look of sheer gratitude.
"I know." Kristoph calmly states before driving away from the Anything Agency.
"Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Trucy wails at the top of her lungs, her face pressed against the back window as she pounds her fists on the glass while her father just simply waves at her with a smile on his face, becoming smaller and smaller with each passing second. "Noooooooooo! Don't let Mr. Gavin take me away!"
"Don't feel bad, Trucy. No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you… except me, that is." Kristoph sneers before turning to the camera, which is being held by a man sitting in the passenger's seat. "I'm Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."
