this is an idea I got based off of a 'Xiaolin Showdown' comic I read and favorited on DeviantArt. It was called 'RaiKim Episode 7; The Battle Royale'. it was by a user on the site known as HeavenlyRose23. I think they're on FanFiction, too, just probably under a penname different than their DeviantArt username. I don't know, you never know, really. I just hope this doesn't count as plagiarism from my end. I'm just getting the idea from the DeviantArt comic. if there is already a fanfiction like this on FanFiction, I swear that I had no idea it was already published on this website. it's just a coincidence, should that be the case, and I have no such intention whatsoever of stealing anyone else's work on the Internet or otherwise. this is a short chapter worth only three-hundred-eighty-four words of full plotline.
disclamation: I do not own 'Xiaolin Showdown' or it's downright awful-in-retrospect reboot series known to the public as 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. I miss the days when 'Xiaolin Showdown' was still on the air. it truly was a show ahead of its time. all of today's kids' shows are just loaded full of mockery and other garbage today's cartoon producer's dare to label as entertainment for children. all ownership rights in both the masterpiece of 'Xiaolin Showdown' and the garbage fest that is 'Xiaolin Chronicles' are reserved solely for Christy Hui. I know just like that one shen gong wu, the Fountain of Hui. I bet she named that shen gong wu after herself, like every T.V. producer has done at one point or another.
After Clay had Omi hog-tied in his rope, only then did the timer for the training battle finally stop.
Kimiko Tohomiko: And Time!
With what she had said about the time while holding the stopwatch, Kimiko called for the training battle's end. Raimundo wanted nothing more than to congratulate Clay on dethroning Omi as undefeated while chuckling up a perfect storm of laughter.
Raimundo Pedrosa: Nice one, Clay, my man. You definitely stopped Omi's Asia-sized ego in its tracks.
Clay just took his friend, Raimundo's, praise in stride and beamed with the pride of a new parent. The cowboy monk, however, still did not think there was any real need for the Brazilian dragon of the wind to insult the little cheeseball monk.
Clay Bailey: Yeah, I guess ya could say that, Rai!
Meanwhile, Omi just harrumphed at Raimundo for treating him like a loser and laughing at his defeat. Kimiko went over to untie the little bald monk from Clay's rope.
Kimiko Tohomiko: Don't worry, Omi. I've got you.
Omi was exceedingly grateful for Kimiko's help.
Omi: Thank you, Kimiko, for your help, unlike someone whose name I shall not mention right at this mentor.
Clay Bailey: I think ya mean 'this minute', little buddy.
Omi sighed and lowered his big, round, bald head in shame of yet another failed attempt to use slang like a professional.
Omi: I stand corrected. Darn you, slang! Why does your mastery continue to allude me? I have been able to master all other of my friends every month activities, so why is it that only the fine artistry of slang always seems to not want me to learn it at all?!
It was then that Omi started to cry upon realizing the possibility that he might never get the hold of how to utilize slang in its correct form. Raimundo, however, just continued to chuckle up a perfect storm of laughter at the little monk now getting yet another word/saying wrong in addition to losing the timed training battle against Clay, the dragon of the earth, speed of a rock, Mr. Kung-Fu-Cowboy, of all the xiaolin dragons at the temple.
Raimundo Pedrosa: Ah, come on, Omi. It's not my fault you suck so bad when it comes to deception and stink out loud at slang.
to be continued in chapter two.
