Showdown Between The Chosen Ones

By Moony

I DO NOT own anything related to Star Wars, Pokemon, Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings. They are the sole right of their owners, not mine. I'm not trying to make any money off of this either.

Well, I can't resist writing this. The idea seems so fun, as a lot of stories just love including 'chosen ones' inside them, so, yeah.

Please don't flame me, because THIS IS MEANT TO BE A STUPID FIC. Yeah. So any flames that tell me it is pointless is stupid I shall laugh, because it is just meant for that.

Chapter 1

Anakin Skywalker was nervous. Curse that Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan could be evil sometimes, but he always had a reason for doing stuff – but this was completely off. What did this idiotic competition have to do with the Force or Jedi? He doubted lightsabre skills would be truly needed – these people were clueless about the Force or Jedi.

After thinking about the stupidity of this, Anakin came to the conclusion that Obi-Wan was on drugs. Yes, that would be it. Now, of the contest. He was nervous. Though he really didn't know why. Probably because these people were also Chosen Ones. And Chosen Ones were supposed to have super powers to bring the Earth into balance… therefore, they must have super powers.

But they had never seen a light-sabre… and knew nothing of the Force. Anakin smiled as he was called out. This would actually be pretty simple.

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Harry Potter was bored. Dumbledore was really weird sometimes, but what the hell was a Chosen One Competition? What point did that serve? Even simple spells would gain him the win. Besides, wasn't a Chosen One supposed to be ONE person? Hence the name, Chosen ONE? Why were there FOUR Chosen ONES? It made no sense whatsoever. Unless four people had decided to choose one chosen person without letting each other know…

Bah. This was stupid. How could this be any harder than the Triwizard Tournament anyway? He headed out when they called his name.

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Frodo Baggins was fingering his Light of Galadriel. Perhaps it would be helpful in this showdown. He also stared at the shiny blade of the Sting. It would also be helpful. These people weren't even trained in swordsmanship. And the Light of Galadriel would totally make them back off anyway! It had made that giant spider thing back off. But why did Gandalf enter him in this stupid thing? Wasn't destroying the One Ring enough? Why did he have to come to some Chosen One competition? It was the stupidest thing ever. Too much weed smoking, he supposed.

He practiced his moves once more. Just because he was a tiny little hobbit, didn't mean that he would lose. After all, great things came in small packages. He headed out.

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Ash Ketchum sat down, with his trusty Pikachu beside him. Pokemon were way powerful than swords or anything like that. The other people didn't even own Pokemon, much less knew how to make them faint or such. His Pokemon had always beat Team Rocket anyway, and that surely meant that he was becoming a great Pokemon Master, right?

He quickly put away his Pokeballs and beckoned Pikachu to follow him outside.

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"And now we are all gathered for the FIRST EVER ANNUAL CHOSEN ONE COMPETITION!" the announcer shouted.

The crowd cheered.

"Let us introduce the Chosen One contestants!"

"First, we have… FRODO BAGGINS!"

Frodo emerged from a door beside the stadium. The crowd cheered again. Frodo held his Light of Galadriel and his Sting.

"Mr. Baggins was the destroyer of the One Ring, the Chosen One, to destroy this ring. He defeated Sauron, the evil eye thing."

The crowd cheered.

"Next, we have… HARRY POTTER!"

The crowd cheered louder as Harry came out with his wand.

"Mr. Potter is the Chosen One to destroy Lord Voldemort, which he has yet to do."

The crowd cheered once more.

"Third, let us introduce… ANAKIN SKYWALKER!"

The crowd rumbled with applause as the handsome Anakin stepped out into the light wielding his blue lightsabre.

"Mr. Skywalker is the Chosen One who will bring balance to the light and dark side of the Force. Which he has yet to do."

The crowd screamed.

"And now we have…" The announcer gave an exasperated sigh. "Ash Ketchum, who saved the Earth with Lugia."

The crowd booed as Ash came out with a shiny red and white Pokeball in his hand.

"So now we shall begin… the VERAL COMPETITION! In which the contestants shall argue and you shall vote on the best Chosen One!"

The four Chosen Ones were quite taken aback. Verbal hadn't been in the itinerary! They were just suppoed to fight! They shrugged. How hard could it be?

"BEGIN ARGUING!"

"I am super awesome. I can do a Patronus – at age THIRTEEN! And a buncha other awesome jinxes and hexes! I can hex ya'll into JELLY! MUAHAHA!" Harry Potter shouted.

"Yeah – well you all haven't obviously been captured by a big hairy spider and then poisoned and then climbed a high tower to a volcano, with an evil eye staring at you and making you go mad – plus the One Ring hanging like a heavy burden around your neck! I WANT THE RING!"

Frodo yelled.

"Well, I am obviously the best. I am super awesome at my lightsabre techniques, I can choke people with the Force, I can fix any robot at lightning speed, I can pod race, AND I'm a super awesome pilot! So there! Beat that!" Anakin smirked.

Ash stared round. He hadn't done anything so impressive.

"I… I saved the world. I collected these glass balls and put them together and rode Lugia and saved them all!"

The other three Chosen Ones blinked.

"Yeah, well, you guys haven't experienced a scar that burns every time the evil Dark Lord gets angry!" Harry bragged.

"Oh yeah, like that's something compared to GETTING YOUR FINGER BITTEN OFF!" Frodo said.

"Right, I've gotten my arm chopped off! Compare that to your stupid finger!" Anakin said.

"I got shocked by Pikachu…" Ash said.

Nobody looked at him.

"Yeah, but your finger HEALS. My scar NEVER goes away!"

"Yeah, but your scar doesn't bleed all over the place!"

"Oh yeah, your finger bleeds. I had to get a metal ARM!"

"But lightsabres make a CLEAN CUT, so you don't BLEED to death!"

"PIKACHU HURTS!"

An awkward silence followed.

"Obi-Wan rox your sox. Though he is unfair, at times." Anakin crushed a tree in anger.

"DUMBLEDORE PAWNS YOU ALL! He was the only one Voldemort feared!"

"GANDALF ROX! I mean, he's got the white pony and awesome magical white staff. Plus he survived after being drowned in lava!"

"Professor Oak created Pokedex…"

"Uhhh…."

"Obi-Wan has awesome lightsabre stuff! He can kill your precious Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore has super awesome MAGIC!"

"But Gandalf has the cool staff! And the pony!"

"Professor Oak gave me PIKACHU!"

Blink. Crickets chirped.

"Lightsabres can kill you all! I can chop off your head right now with them!"

"I can use a shield spell with my uber powerful WAND!"

"I can slice your other arm off with Sting!"

"Charizard can… can… burn… you… to… ash?"

Crickets chirp loudly.

"Okay folks! That's it with the verbal competition! Now the audience will vote!"

The audience voted for the best verbal Chosen One.

"We are now tallying the votes! First place is… Anakin Skywalker with the ultra cool cut off arm! Second Place goes to Frodo Baggins, with the best Chosen One quest! Third goes to Harry Potter with ultra cool Patronus. And… Ash Ketchum… who has nothing cool about him."

"Our next competition shall involve… a DUEL!"

As our Chosen Ones get over the verbal competition quickly, what shall happen in the ultimate DUEL? Will Ash be able to use his Pokemon to defeat Harry's magic? Will Anakin's lightsabre slice Frodo's Sting in half? What shall happen to our Chosen Ones? Who is the best Chosen One to win this contest? Stay tuned to find out!

To be continued...