Power Rangers Idol

Chapter 1: Birth of Stars and Metaphorical Crashes of Meteors

Trent stood in the middle of a hallway filled with people. He was wearing his favorite white shirt, and had a microphone up to his mouth.

"Hello everyone," he said in his usual kind demeanor. "You're watching Power Rangers Idol! We're here in Angel Grove to crown the best singer in Power Rangers history. Before we begin, I'd like to say that there will be no audience participation in this story. The author intends this for entertainment only. That and he doesn't want this to get deleted. Ow!"

As he said this, a trout flew across the hall and hit him square in the back of the head.

"Why that little..," growled Trent as he rubbed the back of his head. "He also welcomes any suggestions for improvements in this story. Now let's meet the judges that will decide who makes it past the auditions."

Trent then walked into a small but high room. The doorway was also huge but there was no door. Sitting at the long table near the back at the room was a man wearing blue and yellow spandex with a mask covering his whole face and head with pure blue eyes. The mask, gloves and boots were yellow with a vertical blue stripe through them. His yellow cape had a high collar and a yellow insignia depicting two fish tied together by their tails rested on his chest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the author and lead judge, Lord Pisces!"

Pisces waved to the cameras and waited patiently for the other judges to be announced.

"And the next judge is... oxygen?" he glared accusingly at the costumed man. "Pisces? Who's the next judge?"

"Oh yeah!" said the costumed character. "I forgot about that!"

"You forgot about the other three judges?" exploded Trent.

"I didn't forget!" retorted Pisces. "I just didn't remember."

"Same thing idiot!"

"Be nice! I'll bring them in! Go back outside and interview the contestants."

With that, Trent stormed away from the tall room and went into the equally tall main hallway. Pisces then resumed facing the cameras.

"Sorry about that folks. Let's meet the other three judges. From Silver Hills, I give you, Eric!"

In a flash of light, the unmorphed Quantum Ranger materialized in the next chair.

"Huh? Where am I?" inquired the confused ranger.

"You've been taken to Angel Grove against your will to be a judge in a contest to find the best new singing sensation," supplied Pisces.

"Again?!" growled Eric. This response didn't faze Pisces in the least. "So why did you choose me?"

"It's quite simple," said Pisces. "You're a jerk, you're mean, you're my least favorite ranger, and I hate Red Rangers."

"So...," inquired a dumbstruck Eric. "You chose me why?"

"If you're a judge that means you can't win! Yay!" Pisces then began dancing around the room.

"Well," said Eric watching the dancing author. "It does kind of make a little bit of sense."

"Now," Pisces sat down. "Our next judge comes from Mariner bay. It's Joel!"

In a flash of light, the Green Lightspeed Ranger materialized, unmorphed, into the next chair... upside down.

"Ow!" cried Joel as he fell off his seat.

"Ahahahahahahahaha!" laughed the two judges already present. Eric, because he enjoyed other peoples pain. Pisces, because he was... well Pisces.

"That's not funny," snarled Joel as he got up and took his seat. "Where am I anyway?"

"You've been taken to Angel Grove against your will to be a judge in a contest to find the best new singing sensation," supplied Pisces.

"Again?!" growled Joe. "Why did you choose me?"

"Because you're a showoff, you don't listen to anyone, and you act smarter than Chad," explained Pisces.

Joel looked confused. "Then why-"

"If you're a judge then you can't win." Interrupted Eric as Pisces began dancing."

"Hmm," observed Joel, "That's actually kind of clever."

"It's genius!" exclaimed Pisces as he sat down. "Here's our next judge. From the future, it's Jen!"

The Pink Time Force Ranger then materialized in the last chair, not upside down fortunately.

"Huh?" asked the shocked officer. "Where am I?"

"You've been taken to Angel Grove against your will to be a judge in a contest to find the best new singing sensation," said all three men in unison.

"Oh," shrugged Jen. "Been there done that. But why me?"

"You're bossy, you're mean, and you're not ditzy like all the other Pink Rangers," explained Pisces as if he was telling a kid why the sky was blue.

"Uh..."

"If you're a judge that means you can't win," said Eric and Joel as Pisces began his dance.

"Well," said Jen. "At least I don't get to embarrass myself."

"I never thought of that," said Eric.

"We're all set," announced Pisces after his dance was done. "We have a nice guy, a mean guy who always argues with the nice guy, a girl so we're not accused of being sexist, and a black guy so we're not accused of being racist. We shall begin, next time!"

"You heard the man," announced Trent into his microphone outside. "We'll begin auditions next chapter. We'll also answer the question, why is the building so tall with no doors? Tune in next time on Power Rangers Idol!"