Name: Zak Gramarye

Vehicle: Clubber (Zak has loved this black BMW like the child he never had ever since he first struck it big as a magician.)

Vehicle Armor: 2/5 (Poker is a game of risks- you either go all the way or go home. That's why it's Zak's sacred duty as a poker player to live life with as much reckless abandonment as humanly possible, which includes never checking to see if the gun that he used for 'Zak and Valant's Quick-Draw Shoot'em' was properly prepared, pulling a stunt that put the futures of his daughter and defense attorney at risk, and driving a car that was built for its looks.)

Vehicle Speed: 4/5 (You can't abandon your eight-year-old daughter and leave the reputation of your longtime partner in shambles for seven years if you don't have a vehicle that fast.)

Vehicle Handling: Very Tight (As you can probably guess, Zak has made many enemies over the years. But luckily for our 'favorite' magician, he's been able to give them the slip countless times thanks to how Clubber drives like a dream.)

Special Weapon: 4/5 (Trick Cards- Playing cards have always been a vital part of Zak's life in both work and pleasure, and this competition is no different. That's why with his special projectile playing cards that explode on impact, Zak is sure to wow the audience as he makes his competition disappear.)

Bio: Hello, boys and girls! Are you ready for thrills, excitement, and magic? Well, in that case, pay close attention, for I shall rectify all of my past mistakes within the blink of an eye! That is, if Gavin's willing to bury the hatchet.


Zak Gramarye loves competition, he thrives on it. There's just something about the charged atmosphere and the thrill of two competitors giving it everything that they've got. In a sense, that's what drove the red-cladded magician to show business. Sure, Zak was never directly competing with Valant or Thalassa, but in the back of his mind he knew that the audience had their favorite, and he would be damn if it wasn't him.

So when Zak emerges as the victor of Debauched Steel, he's wearing a big, toothy grin of satisfaction as he stands face-to-face with Kristoph, who looks absolutely livid.

"Of all the people who could have won this competition…" The psychotic host snarls, his posture hunched over with crossed arms as his left eye starts to twitch. "Of all the psychopaths, criminals, and Wright, you were the one to survive."

"Ha! It's good to see you too, old boy!" Zak jokes with a hearty chuckle and his fists placed firmly on his hips. "You can't get rid of me that easily!"

"Unfortunately…" Kristoph groans as he pushes up his glasses. "Now, please make your wish."

"What, no small talk? Considering our history together, I would have thought that you'd like to catch up and tell me everything that's been going on with you since last we met. I mean, look at you, old boy! You've got your own t.v. show and become a star! Granted, you're not a Gramarye-level star, but you're a star nonetheless." Zak smirks as he pats the host of Debauched Steel on the shoulder.

"I am nothing like you or your fellow miscreant magicians…" Kristoph hisses as he swats the boisterous showman's hand away.

"You're right! Unlike me and the other members of Troupe Gramarye, you suck at poker! And when I say 'suck', I mean you really suck!" Zak proclaims with a hearty chuckle. "Even if you weren't some dishonest sleazebag, I still would have fired you on that day. Sure, I was being accused of murder, but I still had standards, old boy, and being represented by a man whose tells were so obvious that Trucy could have defeated him in a match of poker despite only being eight went against them."

"I refuse to dignify that with a response." Kristoph curtly states as he glowers at his longtime enemy. "Now, once again, please make your wish before I do the Zak and disappear for seven years without a trace and ruin the lives of everyone around me."

"If you're going to act that way…" The red-cladded magician sullenly responds with crossed arms. "I know that I've been a bit of a jerk for so many years…"

"And the award for 'understatement of the century' goes to…" Kristoph wryly retorts.

"Yes, yes… As I was saying, old boy, my wish is to right my wrongs by being reunited with my family and so that I can be the husband that Thalassa deserves and the father to Trucy that I never was."

"That can be arranged." The host of Debauched Steel responds as a sinister grin spreads across his face. "But before I can do that, I'm going to need you to turn around."

Zak cocks his head in confusion. "And why's that? When Blaise Debeste was running things, everything happened instantaneously with a mere snap of his fingers. What do you have to hide?"

"I operate things much differently than Debeste did, and like you magicians, I prefer to keep my methods a secret." Kristoph states as he pushes his glasses up. "So unless you don't want me to grant your wish, please turn around."

"Fine." Zak sighs before turning his back to the ex-defense attorney. "Is this good enough?"

"Perfect." Kristoph snickers as he snaps his fingers, causing a bottle of grape juice to appear in his hand which he proceeds to hide behind his back. "Alright, you can turn to face me now."

When Zak turns to face the host of Debauched Steel, he scans the area with a bewildered look on his face.

"I'm confused, old boy. Where's my family?" The red-cladded magician asks with crossed arms.

"Don't worry, Mr. Enigmar, you'll be with them riiight… NOW!" Kristoph shouts, hitting Zak square in the forehead with the bottle of grape juice as hard as he can, just as he did the last time they met.

And just like the previous encounter, the red-cladded magician instantly dies from the blow, falling face down on the ground at his murderer's feet as a stream of blood trickles from his wound, prompting the host of Debauched Steel to softly cackle.

"If you can't learn from our past experiences, Mr. Enigmar, you're never going to win." Kristoph sneers before turning to the camera. "I'm Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."


A/N: I would like to thank DJJ680 for submitting the idea for this chapter.