the third chapter in my 'Xiaolin Showdown' fanfiction inspired by DeviantArt member, HeavenlyRose23's, own 'Xiaolin Showdown' comic, 'RaiKim Episode 7: The Battle Royale', which I, for one, don't get why they did not include an ending to their comic. you know, a lot of my more recent fanfictions have been the work of others that were never finished. the only difference between their work and mine is that I have every intention of finishing what I had started with my fanfictions. I can't currently submit any of my art onto my own homepage gallery in DeviantArt, and I live with the burden of a forever blank gallery every single day on the website.

this chapter is worth a full one-thousand-four-hundred-fifteen words of pure storyline.

disclamation: I do not own 'Xiaolin Showdown' or its beyond sucky reboot series known to the public eye as 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. in all honesty, that trainwreck of a reboot series feels like Omi only got more sexist than before and all of the lessons that the male monks learnt from the original series never really sunk in. I mean, Willow/Shadow is basically just like that awful siren wearing the form of the beautiful mermaid, Dyris. Yeah, there, I said it. Willow is basically like the Dyris of 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. oh, and I seem to remember Chase Young being a lot cooler in 'Xiaolin Showdown' than he ever was in 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. if only I did own 'Xiaolin Chronicles'. at least, I would have stuck with the way things were left in 'Xiaolin Showdown'. but alas, all rights of ownership for both the masterpiece that was the original series and the garbage fest that the reboot turned out to be are only credited to Christy Hui. I know, like that one shen gong wu, the Fountain of Hui. I really do think that she named that specific shen gong wu after herself. I just know it!


Clay shuffled through the bowl to find a good set of opponents to battle against one another for the last training battle of the day when the cowboy monk finally picked out a slip of paper with a match set-up between two challengers on it. It was folded over, which meant that only one of the challengers for the last training battle that day was visible at the time.

Clay Bailey: Let's see. One of 'em's you, Rai.

Raimundo was excited to hear that he was going to fight against some poor sucker who would have to incur his wrath, the skills of the more advanced Shoku Warrior and the leader, during the next up-and-coming challenge in which he would be fighting.

Raimundo Pedrosa: Alright, Clay. So, who's my opponent, then?

Raimundo Pedrosa's brain: I can't wait to see who'll get a taste of my mad fighting skills. Clay and Omi could play with rope and tiger instincts all they want; I can easily kick their butts in no time flat no matter what they can possibly have to throw at me.

Clay Bailey: Let's just see now, Rai-buddy.

Clay opened up the other side of the paper to find out who his Shoku leader's challenger would be in the final battle of the evening. The cowboy monk then smiled a wide, smirking grin at his leader.

Clay Bailey: Well, well, well.

Raimundo Pedrosa: What? Who is it? Who's my challenger for the match?

Omi: Indeed, Clay. Do not keep the rest of us waiting in sausage.

Clay Bailey: It's 'suspense', little buddy. And I think ya might just be able to get your revenge against Raimundo-bubba fer' laughing at ya when you lost our own training challenge, cheeseball.

Omi: Do not call me a cheeseball!

Omi was openly angry about being called a 'cheeseball' once again by Clay, of all his fellow monks. This order, however, was followed not long afterwards by a sigh and a plea for sympathy.

Omi (continued): And do not remind of that most humiliating defeat, Clay.

It was then that Omi suddenly realized what else Clay had said leading up to that reminder, but he only grew confused as to why Clay had said that Omi might just get his payback, yet.

Omi (continued): Wait a minute, my friend in the twelve-gallon-hat. Why would I finally be getting my revenge for when Raimundo laughed at me? Am I the one who's challenging him? Because if that's true, then I would be more than willing to deliver a most humiliating defeat onto Raimundo to make out for losing to you in our challenge, Clay.

Clay Bailey: Don't mean ta dampen yer enthusiasm there, little buddy, but it ain't you, and it's 'make up', not 'make out'.

Omi: Well, if it is not me, then perhaps it is you who will be the one to deliver the painful humiliation of defeat onto our leader, Raimundo, if we are going by the terms of the winner advancing.

Raimundo Pedrosa: Yeah right, dudes. It doesn't even matter who I'm up against in this last round. I can kick both of your butts from here to next month, my xiaolin doofuses.

It was then that Raimundo suddenly realized that not only did he suddenly sound just like Jack Spicer, but he also insulted himself, and Kimiko, along with Omi and Clay.

Raimundo Pedrosa (continued): I gotta admit that that diss sounded a lot more like it was only meant for the two of you in my head. I sounded like Jack Spicer with that comment, didn't I?

Omi and Clay Bailey: Oh, yes, you most certainly did.

Clay Bailey (continued): Plus, it ain't even me yer facing off against in this last battle either, anyway.

Raimundo Pedrosa: Well, who else could it_

It was then that Raimundo suddenly realized that there was only one other person it could have been to battle against him in the final training battle for the day other than Clay or Omi.

Raimundo Pedrosa (continued): Ah, no. Not that. I won't. I can't even physically do it. Please, Clay, anything but that. I beg of you.

Omi was once again confused as to why Raimundo was begging for a different opponent all of a sudden.

Omi: Why are you suddenly like this, Raimundo? What could possibly be wrong with battling against Kimiko?

At that moment, Raimundo just screamed at the top of his lungs just before begging and pleading for a different challenger for the last training battle of the day.

Raimundo Pedrosa: Don't say that, Omi. I can't. I won't. I could never live with myself if I'd even tried to. Don't make me battle against Kimiko.

Raimundo then let forth a monsoon of tears that could easily rival even that of Jack Spicer's own crying. Clay knew why Raimundo could never bring himself to battle against Kimiko, but Omi was still too busy being confused by his leader's pitiful display that the little cheeseball could not possibly comprehend that his Shoku leader's heart just would not let him harm so much as a single hair on the head of the girl from their team.

Omi: Are you just worried about Kimiko winning against you, Raimundo? If you are, I can easily assure you that there is no need for you to worry about such a thing since Kimiko is 'just a girl' and could not even hope to beat our fearless Shoku leader of a xiaolin warrior.

Omi did not know it at the time, but his comment about Kimiko being 'just a girl' made both the 'girl' on their team and Raimundo snap like a couple of twigs getting stepped on in the woods. Kimiko had wanted to hurt Omi so badly for saying his usual sexist remark about her being 'just a girl', but it was too late to even act on it since Raimundo had beaten her to the punch at pummeling Omi until the little bald monk was knocked unconscious.

Raimundo Pedrosa: Don't you ever say that about her! EVER! Insult her again, and I'll beat you even harder than I had just now! Ya got that, you little cheese snack?!

Raimundo might have been hoping to impress Kimiko by standing up for her against Omi's sexist comments about her, exactly as his heart had told him to do, but just like when she was having a hard time just walking up the stairs of the emperor's palace on their mission to get the Golden Tiger Claws, instead of being flattered and impressed that her friend and xiaolin leader would do such a thing for her, Kimiko took her friend, Raimundo's, surprise chivalry simply as an act of making fun of her. Once again, the dragon of fire believed that her Shoku leader thought she was incapable of handling herself.

Kimiko Tohomiko: Raimundo Pedrosa! I'll teach you not to handle my battles for me. You and Me, in the ring of candles, right here, right now! I'll see you there, dead man walking.

Raimundo, for one, was appalled at Kimiko even for ever having the nerve to treat his attempt at chivalry towards her, of all girls, in such a manner.

Raimundo Pedrosa: I can't believe you. That's the kind of thanks I get for trying to come to your defense, Kim? If that's how you treat guys who stand up for you, it's no wonder the Good Chase Young from that parallel dimension basically dumped you when he finally drank the Lao Meng Long Soup to help the rest of us set the future back to the way it was meant to be.

It was only after then that Raimundo realized that he had finally just committed the greatest act of cruelty of all against Kimiko. He had the nerve to remind her of her lost love in the alternate dimension where Chase had never turned to the dark side. Kimiko began to cry at the memory when she instead hit her Brazilian leader with her own fire element and lit his arm on it. He wailed out and flailed around before he finally made his way to the koi pond and put his arm out just as he had to do when Clay had accidentally lit him on fire with a torch they were all passing around as a test of trust in one another.

Raimundo Pedrosa (continued): Oh, it's so on, princess! You'll see! I'll beat you in that ring!


to be continued in chapter four.