Shaman Fight in America
A short Fic
Hiroyuki Takei owns Shaman King. Yep. Not me. This has no real relation to the series other than the fact that it's a parody of the plot.
The shaman fight is held wherever the most disorder prevails. That's where the Messiah will appear.
--Anna Kyoyama
The world was different in 2005 then it was in the previous decades. Music had been replaced by… dare I say it… rap. Even in small New Jersey towns, hundreds of students were singing tunes of gangstahs and pimps.
Needless to say, the world began falling apart. Only a few people had touch with the spirit world and weren't possessed by "bling-bling". They were the shamans.
In order to save the world as it once was, the Shaman Fight had to begin. The winner could team up with the Great Spirit to change the world.
A single young man dashed through a crowd holding a sword. Using the dull side of his sword, he smacked down an older man in a black coat. The mysterious glow over that man's gun faded.
"Our oversoul is no longer engaged," the boy laughed. "I won this battle."
The boy swung the sword in the air. He had triumphed over his enemy, and his last match in the Shaman Fight was over.
Suddenly, his Oracle Pager began to ring loudly. The boy tapped the button with his thumb to see a message pop up saying:
THE RESULTS ARE IN, AND ALL THE POINTS HAVE BEEN COUNTED. THE WINNER IS… JOHN REYNOLDS.
John smiled from ear to ear. It was him. He had accumulated the most points out of every fighter in the competition.
A heavenly light shined down from the sky. Doves flew by as John approached it. This was obviously a sign from God.
"Great Spirit," he said, "I, the new Shaman King, have a request. I wish to save the world from becoming a land of rapper-wannabes. I wish to stop all this obsession over gun violence and songs that have no singing or original beat! I wish to stop this all!"
…
And God spoke.
"Foo, you trippin'!"