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Author's note: I think I've been watching too much Real World/Road Rules: Battle of the Seasons, because this idea came to mind--why not make one for Power Rangers? Where it has nothing to do with morphing or using their powers, and where their true personalities come out? I thought it would be an interesting idea, so I'm writing this. I still have a lot to figure out and if you have any ideas on what "missions" you'd like the rangers to go through, let me know at stargazer_1017@lycos.com Some notes:
-Not all rangers will be used. There will be two groups, and each group has pairs of rangers: one male, one female. Since there are more males than females in the PR world, all females will be used, but not all males. There will be two hosts, which of course will be two of the males not chosen to participate in the challenge.
-It'll be a mixed partnership. For example (only an example. I'm not sure if I'll use this partnership or not), Maya might get paired up with Rocky.
-Everyone in this world already knows who all the Power Rangers are. In the story, this'll be a FACT.
-Last fact of established couples will be recognized. Like, Angel and Joel will still be married, Ashley and Andros will still be going together, etc. But will any of them be broken up? *grins evilly* It's all a part of how this goes. Couples might be broken, but I guarentee couples will be made!
-This first chapter will deal with how the show came about, the choosing of the groups, hosts, etc, but I won't let you know who the pairs are yet.
That's all for my notes. I'll be revising, so the next time you read the story, it might be different. . .but I'll try to really go over my episodes before I post them online, so I don't confuse anyone. As always, please r/r. Have a happy reading!

Power Rangers Extreme Challenge
Part 1: The Director's Call
By: stargazer_1017

Christian McGee sat at his desk, twirling his seat around. Suddenly, a red-haired man with glasses burst into his room. "Mr. McGee, the CEO of Real Studios called again. He said if he's paying you this much to sit around and come up with lame tv shows, he might as fire you and that he wouldn't rehire you even to be the janitor," the man said.

Christian rolled his eyes. His incompetent assistant was so insensitive. He delivered the news proudly to his boss. He probably doesn't even realize the message was an insult, Christian thought bitterly. He narrowed his eyes at his assistant, who was holding a newspaper in his hand. "Trevor, you repeat that to anyone, you're as good as dead, you got it?" he yelled at the assistant.

Trevor was shaken up by the tone of his boss' voice and dropped the paper. "Now you good-for-nothing-assistant, who I am definitely over-paying, you better come up with some ideas for a tv show!" Christian yelled, getting up and stomping towards the younger man. "Because if you can't come up with anything, I'll fire you so quick, you'll be running out of here with your pants wet!" Trevor nodded and started cautiously backing away. Christian noticed the paper on the floor and picked it up huffily. "And get this newspaper out--" he stopped when he saw the headlines.

"Turtle Cove suffers another attack from an Org. Damages reported at almost $12,000."

Christian read other headlines under it.

"Angel Grove slowly recontstructing businesses hurt by monster attacks almost a decade ago."
"Silver Hills downtown is receiving funds by millionaire Mr. Collins, of Collins Bio Lab Technologies, for reconstruction."
"Mariner Bay former Ranger, Joel Rawlings, wins award from MBPD."

"That's it!" Christian yelled suddenly. Trevor was now trembling like a leaf. Christian turned to his assistant with a grin on his face. "Trevor, have I told you what a wonderful assistant you are?" he said, approaching him. Trevor closed his eyes as Christian raised a hand. He waited for the slap across the face, but instead, got an arm around his shoulders. "This is the show! Trevor, I want you to get all the names and contacting addresses of all the Power Rangers." He turned around and faced his large ceiling-to-floor windows. "I have an idea."

"A Power Ranger show?"

"Yes, Mr. Newton," Christian said, over the phone. He pitched the idea of the show to his boss, the CEO who just threatened him about his job just a couple of minutes ago.

"And what's the point of this show?"

"Get the Rangers to complete dangerous, and sometimes stupid missions. We get to see their personality traits, they also get to vote each other off, and all this leads to the grand prize of--$1,000,000" Christian forced excitement into his voice.

"Get real, McGee. Our studios are rich, but not that rich."

"Fine. How about $50,000?"

Mr. Newton was silent for a moment. Then he sighed. "I'll give you a go on this one, McGee. Don't screw it up."

*Later that day*

"Sir, I've got all of their contact addresses, except for six of them."

"Six?"

"Yes. Billy Cranston has no forwarding address that we know of."

"No address?" Christian asked. "He lives on Earth, doesn't he?" he demanded.

". . .I don't know. . ."

Christian rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. The other five?"

"They were alien rangers from another planet and we have no way of reaching them."

Again, the director narrowed his eyes. "Okay. . ." he waved his hand dismissedly. "What about the other. . .whatever number of them there are?"

"It'll take some time to contact some of them. Would you like us to start right away?"

And I pay him for this. . ."No, Trevor, I would like the list so I can just stare at it." When Trevor stared at him, Christian beat his hand on his desk. "Go!"

"Brrriiiinnnnngg!"

"Coming!" Wes Collins rushed from the kitchen to his living room, throwing the cooking mitts from his hands. Wes had actually kept his apartment clean for as long as he'd had it--five months. Ever since his partnership with Eric and the Silver Guardians, he had been offered his room back at his father's mansion, but refused. With his own apartment, he'd have his own separate, little haven. "Hello?"

"Is this Wesley Collins?"

"Yes, and who's this?" Wes asked the timid voice on the other line.

"I--I'm Trevor Sheppard. I was wondering if. . .you wanted to participate in something."

"Participate?" Wes asked. What the heck was this guy talking about?

Suddenly, Wes heard a loud bang on the other line. Wes grimaced at the noise and then heard bits and pieces of the conversation. "Incompetant. . .over-paid. . ." then someone's voice came on the line and spoke clear. "Mr. Collins, I'm--"

"Wes."

"I'm sorry? Oh yes, uh, Wes, my name is Christian McGee. I'm a producer for Real Studios."

"Wow really? That's awesome!" Wes started getting excited at the thought a producer wanted to speak to him.

"Yes--well you see, I'm going to be producing a new show for the studios. A reality series featuring the Power Rangers."

"A reality series? How is that going to work?" Wes asked.

"Well, not exactly a reality series, but I'm going to do a show where we'll gather all of the Power Rangers, and then propose a challenge. Sort of like, Survivor and the Weakest Link put together."

Wes thought about this for a moment. All of the Power Rangers. . ."Wait a minute, all of the Power Rangers?"

"Yes, all."

Then I'll see Jen again, Wes thought happily. He hadn't seen his love for a long time and missed her more everyday. "But we'll need your help," Christian's voice said over the phone.

"Huh?" Wes asked. "What do you need my help for?"

"Your teammates? I understand they're from the future, and well, I don't know of any way I can reach them," Christian explained.

"Oh." Honestly, Wes didn't know either. He hadn't talked to any of his teammates since they left to return to the future. His morpher could work--maybe. He hadn't tried. He didn't understand why he didn't want to, and so he never tried.

"Mister--I mean, Wes? Are you there?"

I guess the only way I'll know is if I try, Wes thought silently. "I'll find a way to reach them. Don't worry Mr. McGee," Wes said, determined. He had to reach his friends--and he would find a way.

"Please contact me when you do, Wes. And I assume you're going on the show?"

Wes nodded ecstatically. "You bet I will."


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"I made the list like you said, Mr. McGee," Trevor said, putting the paper on his boss' desk. "How did contacting everyone go?"

Christian took the paper Trevor put on his desk and looked at the list. "I got everyone," he replied.

"Even those from the future?"

Christian looked up from the paper. "I said I got everyone, Trevor. What in that sentence didn't you understand?" Trevor looked down and nodded. Christian rolled his eyes and quickly scanned the document. Then he frowned. "Wait--wait a minute." Trevor looked up slightly. Christian looked at him. "Not all the rangers' names are here!" he said.

"Well, I couldn't pair everyone up. I mean, there are more guys than girls and to get a guy/girl pairing, there's some guys left over. . ."

Christian groaned frustratedly. He had forgotten about that. He thought for a moment about what to do. "We could use two of them as hosts for the show," he said thoughtfully. "But what about the others?"

"Maybe we could get some girls on the outside to match up with the guys?" Trevor suggested.

Christian shook his head. That idea had come to mind, but. . ."Nah, it's too impersonal. Any other female figures in these people's lives?"

Trevor thought for a moment. Danny, the Black Wild Force Ranger, had a crush on his former co-worker. . .Vypra? Nah, she was gone. . .wait a minute. . ."Joel has his wife, Angela Fairweather. And how about Danny's crush? And I was also thinking about Nadira."

"Nadira?"

"Yeah. She's Ransik's daughter. She no longer agrees with hurting humans and so she's . . .on the good side now, I guess you can say," Trevor said.

A smile formed on Christian's face. "I guess you got some smarts in you after all, kid," he said. Trevor smiled slowly. "Yes, sir."

"Okay, that takes out three. . .but what about the others?" Christian thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. "Oh well, can't win them all, can't we?" He looked back down at the list. "But this makes the list uneven. . ." he frowned and then shrugged again. "I'll figure it out later." He looked up at Trevor. "I'll start holding auditions for the two hosts then."

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Kai squinted as he looked up at the building. Earth changed everytime he came back for a visit. He sighed as he walked in. "Can I help you, sir?" the woman behind the receptionist desk asked when he approached.

"Mr. McGee asked to see me?"

The woman nodded, running her hand down the paper. "Yes, and you are. . Kai Chen?" When Kai nodded, the woman pointed to the elevator. "Take the elevator to the 22nd floor, and go down the hall on your right, it'll be the third door on the left."

22nd floor, hall on right, third door on left. "Got it," Kai replied and went off. When he reached the 22nd floor, he followed the directions given to him, and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal the smiling face of T.J.

Kai grinned at his friend. "T.J., you're here too?" he asked, giving his friend a hug.

T.J. nodded. "Yeah, I didn't get the chance to be on the challenge, so they told me to come in and see if they could find some way to put me in the challenge. How about you?"

Kai nodded. "Me too. I hope I get it. As long as I get to be some part of it, you know?"

T.J. nodded again and walked off. "I'll see you later then, Kai."

"Later," Kai replied and turned to knock on the door again when a tall, thin man stood in front of him. He jumped. "Whoa," he said, calming himself down.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen," the frail kid replied. "Come in," he ushered Kai in.

"Welcome back to Earth, Mr. Chen," a well-built man sat at the desk, smiling slightly at him.

"Are you Mr. McGee?" Kai asked, walking forward to the desk.

Christian nodded. "Yes. Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing towards the leather seat in front of his desk. When Kai complied, Christian started, "As you know, the Power Rangers Extreme Challenge will begin in about a couple of weeks in locations around the Pacific Ocean. You'll see all your former teammates, and also new and old rangers you've probably heard of but never met," Christian started. "Unfortunately, we were unable to place you with a partner, but we are offering you the chance to be a part of the experience by being a host. What do you say to that?"

A host? Kai had never done anything like that before. "Well, I would like to be a part of the challenge somehow," Kai replied. "I don't really have experience doing. . .hosting stuff."

"No problem. Have you talked in front of people before? Or addressed an audience?"

Kai thought back to the times he had to give briefings to new recruits on Terra Venture. "Yes, I have."

"Excellent! If you're interested, we'll keep you in mind when selecting our hosts."

"Hosts?"

"Yes. If you're chosen, you'll have another host to keep you company." He paused briefly. "If you have no other questions, you're free to go."

Kai had no other questions. He got up, shook hands with Christian and then left. When Kai closed the door, Trevor turned to his boss. "Do you know who to chose now?" he asked.

Christian turned his chair around to gaze outside his window. "Yes, I've decided who the two hosts will be. Now, all we have to do is wait until the challenge starts."



Author's Note: You like so far? Hope that wasn't too confusing. . .still trying to work with a plot here. The first episode will come up soon, and I'll let you know then when I plan to update the stories. R/R please!