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.
Thank you reviewers! You make this even more fun to write! –Moony
Chapter 3
Racing! Now that was one thing that Anakin loved doing best, ever since he was a little nine-year-old midget on Tatooine! But he wasn't sure whether he could still fit into a Podracer, now that he was fourteen. Podracers were supposed to be able to hold small people not a grown, gangly fourteen year old. He climbed into the small, cramped Podracer. It was quite small, and he had to squeeze his legs to his chest, but it wasn't that bad. He could still hit the controls and everything. He wished that he could use a speeder, instead of a Podracer; they were more comfortable with better speed capabilities. He was a better pilot than Podracer, but no, the judge said Podracing. So that's what he did.
Whee! Harry got to ride his Firebolt! That was the ultimate in competitions! What was a competition without a broomstick? Wands could only get so much excitement! He polished the handle of his perfect Firebolt and swung his leg over it, ready to kick off.
Frodo hopped onto Shadowfax, Gandalf's pretty white pony. Gandalf had warned him that Shadowfax could be wild, but Frodo was sure he could handle it – after all, Shadowfax was the fastest horse in the land! How could a… 'podracer' beat that?
Ash stood on the skateboard. He had entered a ccontest like this once. And Bayleef had been pulling that time too. So he was sure to win, since he won that one. Though Gary had nearly won… but he still won. So it counted for something, right?
"Okay! The contestants are now on their vehicles! When I blast the rifle, they will be off! There are many obstacles on this track, from Anakin, Frodo, Harry, and Ash's world! Each is equipped, and must make three laps on this track! OKAY FOLKS… On your marks! Ready? Get set? BANG!"
"And they're off!"
Anakin's Podracer sped ahead of everyone, though Harry was gaining. His Firebolt was quite magical, and was very fast. The best broom ever. Anakin and Harry were neck to neck, while Shadowfax galloped way ahead of Ash, but way far behind Anakin and Harry.
Twice, Anakin tried to smash Harry's broom with his pawning Podracer, but Harry's Firebolt was much more agile and faster and dodged with the slightest touch.
"DAMN YOU FRICKIN' MAGIC!" Anakin cursed.
Harry smirked and sped ahead.
"NO! YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY LIKE THAT!"
Just as Anakin was about to gain up on Harry, a big Blast-Ended Skrewt was up in his face.
"AH! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"
Harry sped away.
"CURSE YOU!"
Meanwhile, Frodo was galloping away. Shadowfax was losing! NO! Gandalf's ponies NEVER lost – especially his special SHADOWFAX! This was really bad! Why did Frodo have to live in Middle Earth? Why couldn't he live in the cool technology worlds? And then of course, there was a nice pretty Chimaera in his face, wanting to eat him up.
But Ash was way behind. Bayleef was working hard, but not hard enough. How was this possible? He had won the other race, and won a super awesome egg! How could Bayleef lose now?
"GO BAYLEEF! FASTER!"
Of course, then droids appeared in front of Bayleef. Ash was at a total loss of what to do.
"Nooooooooooooo!" he cried as the droids fired away.
"Baaaaaaaay!" Bayleef squealed.
"The world is so cruel!" Ash yelled, as his skateboard was reduced to dust.
"RAZOR LEAF BAYLEEF!"
But razor sharp leaves had no effect whatsoever on the droid's metal bodies.
He was forced to ride Bayleef's back and get away, while the droids fired.
After awhile, Ash was so slow, that Anakin and Harry caught up with him on his first lap, while on their second lap.
"How slow are you?" Harry scoffed.
Before getting a chance to answer, a terrible, awful, ominous, evil, horrible, dreadful, formidable, appalling, horrific, horrifying, terrifying thing could be seen in the distance…
Team Rocket.
Ash gasped as his Bayleef was caught up in Team Rocket's evil net! Why did they have to steal his Pokemon! He already had five dead ones!
"Dude, don't Pokemon have powers? Why can't your precious Pokemon use the power to get out?" Frodo said, riding up.
It was true! Ash had never thought about that! All those times Charmander and people got caught, why didn't they use their powers to break the net? They just floundered around! Ash felt very stupid.
Anakin drummed his fingers impatiently. Was this an obstacle from the Pokemon world?
A red headed girl and blue headed boy and a cat looking figure could be seen. And Ash's Pokemon was caught in a net. Crap, Harry was speeding! He was losing! NO!
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" he yelled. He was in a bad mood. Anakin in a bad mood wasn't a good thing.
These people ignored him. Well, their problem.
"Prepare for trouble! And make that double! To protect – "
They screamed as Anakin drove right through the hot air balloon shaped like a cat.
"Team Rocket's blasting off again!"
Anakin rolled his eyes. Corny. He sped along, trying to catch up with Harry. Ash was crying.
"How did he do it so quick! And he didn't free Bayleef either! My Bayleef is gone forever! Team Rocket actually got my Pokemon! Now what will I do?" Ash began to sob hysterically. This competition was really straining his emotions.
Elsewhere…As Team Rocket blasted off, they realized something –
"We have the twerp's Bayleef!" Meowth cried, stunned.
"We do!" James said.
"We actually caught a Pokemon!" Jessie exclaimed.
"The Boss will be so happy!"
"We'll go on vacation!"
"We'll buy us expensive jewelry!"
"We'll never have to go on missions again!"
"Hoorah!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAA-BUFFET!"
Back to the stadium…Ash was left towards his only hope… Charizard. But Charizard never listened to him! His day was going awfully wrong! He sighed and prayed for good luck.
"CHARIZARD! I CHOOSE YOU!"
The big fat dragon was soon to be found on the grounds, snoozing away.
"NOOOO! WAKE UP!" Ash cried.
Charizard wouldn't wake up. Ash was in such a bad mood, he began kicking. This served him no good but –
"Ouch! Looks like Ash has just go burned by a nice Ember move from Charizard!"
Ash fell to the ground sobbing. This sucked.
Meanwhile, Shadowfax was nearly giving way.
"No Shadowfax! Keep going! Keep going! You're almost done with the third lap!"
But a big Bulbasaur was in his way!
"What the hell?"
Vines came out from the bulb thing on the thing's back, and began to strangle Shadowfax.
"NEVER!" Frodo screamed and sliced Bulbasaur in half. Then he continued on his way.
Meanwhile, Anakin was having difficulty with an Acromantula. His lightsabre could only cut off so many big legs…
At last, Anakin gave up on the lightsabre and used the Force, then sped ahead.
Meanwhile, Harry was having trouble with droids trying to destroy his Firebolt.
"REDUCTO! REDUCTO! REDUCTO!" he yelled, smashing the droids to fine dust.
Then zoomed away.
At last, Anakin and Harry were at the last obstacle – a SPHINX!
Anakin skidded to a stop.
"What the hell is that?"
"A sphinx," Harry smirked. "You'll never get past it, Skywalker."
"Oh yeah? I betcha I can!" Anakin ignited his lightsabre. "Move thing, or I'll slash you to bits."
"No," the thing said, pacing.
"Well then, too bad!"
But the Sphinx had MAGIC! She blasted Anakin back.
"I will only let you pass, if you answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess – I let you pass. Answer wrongly – I attack. Remain silent – I will let you walk away from me unscathed."
Simple enough, Anakin thought. Harry smirked. This would be easy. He had done this before.
"Think of words ending in -GRY. Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already told you what it is."
Harry and Anakin gaped. That was the most difficult riddles they had ever heard! What would they do?
Harry decided to use his old riddle answer.
"SPIDER!"
The Sphinx attacked. Harry was crushed and felt his ribs cracking, then the Sphinx went back up.
"Try again," she said.
Anakin grinned, "I know – it's 'gry'!"
He was crushed.
"Idiot! How can it be gry?"
"Are you calling me an idiot?"
"Yes I am!"
"DIE!"
"NO!"
"DIE!"
"NO!"
"DIE!"
"NOOOOOO!"
"I'm going to poke you!"
"I'm going to poke you back!"
The Sphinx spoke. "You two must work together to solve the riddle!"
They glared.
"Fine."
"Aggry is a word ending in gry," Harry said.
"But do you know what it means?"
"No!"
"Fine. How about – cat?"
"That makes no sense!"
"Yeah it does! It ends in… uh… 'gry', yeah… and… everyone knows what it means and uses it… every… day…I think…"
The Sphinx attacked.
"Damnit!"
"I'VE GOT IT!" Harry shouted.
"What! What!" Anakin said excitedly.
"SPIDER!"
Facepalm.
Forty minutes later…"Padme!"
"Ginny!"
"Yoda!"
"Dumbledore!"
"Kneazle!"
"Podracer!"
"Acromantula!"
"Tatooine!"
"Surrey!"
"Naboo!"
"London!"
"Lightsabre!"
"Wand!"
"Good!"
"Horcrux!"
"Evil!"
"Love!"
"Obi-Wan!"
"Ronald Weasley!"
"That makes no sense you idiot! It's got to be… ANAKIN!"
"That makes no sense! It doesn't end in gry! It has to be Harry!"
"That doesn't end in gry either!"
"Yes it does you flobberworm! Harry!"
The Sphinx attacked again and again and again, was getting quite tired, whereas, though the two's bones were being crushed, they were getting even more energy. This was getting real annoying.
"OKAY! IT'S LANGUAGE! NOW JUST GO!" she screamed and backed away.
The two of them stared back blankly.
"That makes no sense!"
"Yeah! It doesn't end in gry!"
"Yeah! You have to make better riddles!"
The Sphinx screamed. She had enough of these idiots.
"Okay…see you at the finish line, Skywalker!" Harry smirked and sped away.
"NO!"
Harry and Anakin were neck to neck! The finish line was so close!
Faster! Faster! Harry urged.
Anakin flipped a bunch of controls. But technology was no match for magic!
With a last burst of speed, Harry zoomed past the finish line.
But it had proved too much for his poor Firebolt. It split into millions of splinters as he won.
"Noooooooooo! My beautiful Firebolt! The best broom I've ever had! NO! WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME!" he shouted.
"And HARRY is first place! Sorry 'bout your broom dude. And ANAKIN is SECOND! Now we shall wait for the others."
Three hours later…Shadowfax and Frodo finally came plodding in.
"Whee! I'm not last!" Frodo said happily.
Shadowfax collapsed.
"NO! Gandalf's gonna kill me! Wake up you idiot pony!"
Five hours later…"Okay, it seems that Ash Ketchum is not moving! That declares that he has forfeited this contest! We will be picking him up momentarily! Meanwhile, contestants, please enjoy some refreshments!"
Ash was still sobbing hysterically next to Charizard. The world was evil.
Harry has won the race and Anakin and Frodo are second and third. Ash is crying hysterically. Next episode, they will be participating in a fan girl attack competition! Will Anakin survive the fan girls? Will Harry? Are fan girls too much for Frodo? Will Ash even get any fan girls? Stay tuned to find out!