"For the final round," announced Dojo from his safe point in the commentator's box. "Jack, Katnappé, Clay, and Omi will face off in a four-way showdown – after these messages!" The wyvern then turned around to face the evil boy genius. "So, what do you think is going to be the outcome of this match?"

Jack tried to think. He rubbed his few currently awake brain cells together and decided to blurt out the first spark of thought he came up with. "I think I'll wipe the floor with all of them! I have the best Shen Gong Wu!" His overconfidence was matched only by his lack of noticeable combat prowess.

"Sure, whatever you say, kid," replied Dojo, playing with the controls of Jack Spicer's vehicle. "What do you want to bet next, your entire lair?" He asked nonchalantly.

"No, of course not, lizard. I'll bet my entire mansion!" Jack said, slapping his hand on Dojo's claw. The dragon wrenched free of his grip and flew out of the commentator's box, shaking his head exasperatedly.

"Someone's becoming a gambling addict," He said casually, flying down to meet his friends.

Kimiko and Raimundo had just awoken from their sleep. While Kimiko was checking to make sure she still had all of her bones, Raimundo was going on about how unfair the match was to Omi, the only person who would listen.

"And, you see, he completely cheated!" Raimundo shouted in Omi's poor ears. Years of intense vision-and-hearing training had left Omi's ears extremely sensitive, and Raimundo's noise literally made them vibrate. "What kind of attack is Heylin Thunder, anyway? Thunder is just the sound that whatever makes something or whatever something does something to the air! How was that supposed to hurt me? Explain!"

Omi nodded and shrugged. "More of Wuya's insidious trickery, I expect?"

Raimundo snapped his fingers. "Of course!" He said as Omi tugged at his ringing ears. "Speaking of which, where is the ghost hag anyway?"

"No idea," said Dojo as he shrank to gecko-size and curled up next to Clay. The cowboy was using this intermission to carve toy horses out of wood. "Say, where did you get that wood?" asked Dojo.

"I won it off of Jack Spicer," drawled Clay. "He tried to beat me at Texas Hold 'Em," He revealed a deck of cards, a robotic carving knife, and a large flare gun that he had evidently won out of gambling with Jack.

"How does he fit all of that stuff in his pockets?" asked Kimiko. She glanced over at Jack. The boy genius was hovering over Tubbimura and Vlad, trying to get them to play dice with him. It was really getting pathetic, since he was out of almost out of things to wager. Pretty soon, he'd be betting off his dignity.

"Could you stop him? He is clambering all over on my last nerve endings!" said Omi. No one bothered to correct him this time.

Dojo snapped his fingers…er…claws as he slithered up the commentator's tower and entered the safety of the booth. "Remember to buy Metamucil, folks!" He said. He chuckled silently to himself before saying, "Okay, let's commence with the final round of the Showdowns," He didn't sound too excited about it. "And make it quick, I need to do my shopping and the stores close at midnight. So, GET MOVING, WILL YOU!"

((Scene Change))

While the warriors were moving into combat position, Wuya was busy performing her newest spell. Since she couldn't carve the ancient runic alphabets onto the ground or light three black candles around the book, she had to make do with just picturing those things in her mind's eye. A lesser sorceress would not have been able to pull this off, but Wuya was used to doing things without her hands.

"Now, I wait," said Wuya, floating upwards while still imagining her spell being formed.

Unsurprisingly, the runes began glowing a deep, shimmering white. The aura of magic seemed to rise up around her in the form of smoking tendrils of light. There appeared to be scores of them at first, but then they coalesced into four ill-defined silhouettes. Before Wuya could comment on that, the four shapes slid forward gracefully and fused with one another, forming one entity out of many. It flickered for a bit, testing the limit of Wuya's imagination.

"Now…" whispered Wuya. The flickering shapes shifted slightly, not quite moving but rippling. They grew larger, then smaller, and then started to take on a different appearance all together. Features began to build on each other. Silver plate-armor grew over a leather tunic while a grayish helmet grew over a flaming skull. Wild shocks of white hair lined their backs while spikes sprouted all over their armor plates.

Wuya was impressed, or would have been if her new minion had found the decency to be more than 11 inches tall. "That's it?" she asked, feeling disappointed. After all the magic she had wasted summoning this, she had at least expected it to be as tall as Jack Spicer. This was a…rip-off! And she thought that her evil ancestors had guided her to this.

"Me smash!" said the spiky creature in a painfully high-pitched squawk. "Me smash everyone good!" There was a loud whining noise.

Wuya sighed. "Great," She motioned to the creature. "Just follow me. Maybe if we're lucky, the Xiaolin dragons will be too busy laughing to stop you from stealing the Shen Gong Wu," The creature hobbled after her, chattering loudly and unintelligibly.

((Scene Change))

Meanwhile, on the roof of Jack Spicer's lair, Chase Young and his big cat minions lie in wait. They were poised over the tiny figures of Wuya and her new hench-demon as they walked and hovered out of the house and headed back to his fortress.

His eyes followed them until they were out of sight. "Everything seems to be going according to plan," He said.

A big white cat glanced at him suspiciously. Its body language seemed to be saying quite clearly, 'yeah right''.

Chase Young raised an eyebrow. "No, really! This plan actually seems to be working! Stop looking like at that! This is all part of my plan! BELIEVE ME!"

There was a flare of greenish-yellow light and there was one less cat in the world. "Let that be an example to you," said Chase to the rest of his cats. "I have everything under control,"