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Also, some spoilers may be included in this fic. Read at your
discretion.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters featured within. Also,
the format that I'm using isn't even mine -- I'm borrowing InQuest
Magazine's "Contest of Champions" article for the framework. Those of
you who play the Pok�mon card game or Magic: The Gathering may have
heard of said 'zine.

And now, the Battle Royale: MEWTWO VS. JOYROCK!


                               MEWTWO
                Anim�: Pokemon: Mewtwo Strikes Back!
                         Height: 2.2 meters
          Claim to Fame: Only pok�mon known to have studied
                         under Adolf Hitler.

                               JOYROCK
                  Anim�: Slayers the Motion Picture
                           Height: varies
     Claim to Fame: Only lizardman to have hair down to his ass.

After the events cronicled in "Mewtwo Strikes Back!", Mew, Mewtwo, and
Mewtwo's genetically engineered pok�mon decided to retreat to a secret
location where they would never be found by man. It wasn't long before
Mewtwo and crew arrived at the recently depopulated Mipross Island.
Thinking they had found their sanctuary, the artificial pocket monsters
settled along the coast and enjoyed a relatively short amount of peace.
After three of Mewtwo's creations vanished, the psychic pok�mon went to
investigate, leaving his natural counterpart behind. Hiding in the
shadows, the frog-form of Joyrock watched in amusement as another
potential victim separated itself from the pack of recently discovered
hors d'oeuvres.

ROUND ONE: Mewtwo levitates to the top of one of Mipross Island's many
rocky projections and performs a psychic probe of the island. Finding
nothing, Mewtwo curses to himself before deciding to do a manual search.
Joyrock uses his dimensional fold to surprise Mewtwo in midair with his
monstrous form. Half-expecting the attack, Mewtwo is able to erect a
psychic shield before Joyrock can dig his talons in; the counterforce of
the shield knocks Joyrock off balance and sends him sprawling.

ROUND TWO: Joyrock lands hard on his face in an otherwise serene glenn.
Mewtwo teleports nearby, continuing to levitate with his arms crossed.
The Mazoku recovers, and the two have a time of sizing each other up.
   "You are the first of these animals to be able to anticipate my
attack."
   "'Animals' who are under my supervision."
   Joyrock laughs.
   "You find this amusing?"
   "Oh, yes. Especially since the others are soon to be without a
supervisor."
   "Doubtful. I am different from the others."
   "How so?"
   Mewtwo cups his hands, forms a sphere of dark energy, and flings it
at Joyrock. The monster yelps before stepping back into his dimensional
fold.

ROUND THREE: The psychic pok�mon senses Joyrock's attack. Mewtwo turns
and stretches out his arm; the Balus Rod impacts harmlessly on the
pok�mon's palm. Mewtwo extends his other arm and fires another energy
ball, which passes through the space Joyrock's torso had previously
occupied. The Mazoku steps out of his planar door, and barely has enough
time to skip out of the way of a sphere-encased pok�mon.

ROUND FOUR: Three slime halves make their way onto the battlefield. They
are quickly obliterated by magical and psychic splash damage.

ROUND FIVE: Mewtwo is flung backward several meters after deflecting one
of Joyrock's spells. His shield rips apart a few trees before the
artificial pok�mon's momentum dissipates. Joyrock folds over to Mewtwo,
and the white wonder pays the lizard back by flinging him into two dozen
tree trunks with telekenesis.

ROUND SIX: Joyrock recovers, and the two combatants face off on what is
left of the glenn.
   "You will never defeat me!" the green one bellows.
   "Tell me:  you're not a pok�mon, are you?"
   "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
   "I'll take that as a 'no'."
   Mewtwo raises a stubby-fingered hand, and behind him three black
orbs appear. Each orb prominently displays a red irised eye.
   "I have not experimented in quite some time."
   The black pok�balls hover around Mewtwo before flying toward
Joyrock. Although the Mazoku tries his hardest to fold out of their way,
the pok�balls' AI chips are able to predict his actions and fire red
beams at him. A few seconds later the pok�balls return to their master;
one of them has trouble flying as the trapped monster tries to escape in
vain.

ROUND SEVEN: Mewtwo is able to locate his frightened but healthy charges
and they return to the pok�mon camp. Joyrock is brainwashed into
permanently taking his frog form, and is sentenced by Mew to five to
eight hundred years of hard labor.

ROUND EIGHT: Lina and Naga eventually visit Mipross Island. They enjoy
three days of hot spring baths before returning to being rogue sorceress
treasure hunters.

WINNER: Mewtwo.


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