For starters, I am new to FanFiction, so cut me some slack for my song/story. I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, Total Drama, or any of these characters. I got the idea from the "Epic Rap Battle" songs and I thought what it would be like if these two went head to head in an all-rap battle—thought I might let you know. Oh, one more thing: If any Gothic readers should see this, please take no offense.

Let's Get Ready to Rumble!

Raimundo Pedrosa vs. Gwen

The scene opens up to a live action ring with a live action announcer. (Obviously)

Announcer: "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLE! RAIMUNDO PEDROSA VERSUS . . . GWENNNN!"

Rap music starts playing in the background.

Raimundo: (talking in a whisper) "Yeah . . . time to lock and load."

Gwen: (talking in a whisper) "This is war."

Raimundo: (regular talking) "Uh, uh, . . . yeah, that's right. (the rapping begins) Hey hey, yo yo, señorita, nice to meet ya, you better listen to me-uh. You better give up while ya still have the chance.

"The fight is all mine, it's the inevitable, you are so in trouble. With the Sword of the Storms in my hands, I will blow away the competition, there is no solution.

"I am gonna kick you to the curb like ya never been before so I've told ya once, now I'm gonna tell ya twice: give up and leave before ya bring your country to shame!"

(short pause)

Gwen: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, as if I never heard it all before, well lemme tell ya something dude, you are gonna get your butt kicked and then I'm gonna shove your toy down your throat.

"I'm no force to be reckoned with, I will be your worst nightmare Ima gonna smear your worthless carcass all over Canada, so it's you who should give up and leave.

"'Cause let's face it, tough guy, when I'm done with ya, you'll be bringin' shame to your home country jungle boy!"

Raimundo: "You kidding me chica? You call that trash talk-a? I admire your bravery, I'll give ya credit, but it's not gonna save you—I've got power in these digits.

"Even you yourself'll think legits. I am the Xiaolin Master Monk of Wind, coming to you from Brazil, and I am here blow the comp' away."

Gwen: "In your dreams, gasbag, I don't care where you're from, and your kung fu skills? You are pathetic, you officially suck, you even bring Jackie Chan to shame.

"Oh by the way, who's your teacher, some kinda old fossil?"

Raimundo: "You better watch yo' mouth, you Gothic wench, 'cause I am here to tell ya that I am the original martial arts pro, and my "fossil" of a master you uncultured philistine is the greatest mentor to set his foot on soil and he goes by the name of Master Fung.

"What excuse of a teacher taught you martial arts, your boyfriend?"

(Duncan jumps into the ring beside his girlfriend)

Duncan: "Ya wanna piece of me, punk, huh? Ya wanna piece of me? My girl and are gonna throw ya down. Let us see what you can do two against one, Xiaolin Master 'Bag of Wind.'

"You will be too easy for the two of us."

Raimundo: "Punk and too easy, amigo? You and your girl are crusin' for a major bruisin' you hypocritical sack of dirt.

"Think you two are tougher than me?"

Gwen: "You bet we are. Say your prayers and say you're sorry to your master, 'cause you just came to the ring for a royale of failure."

Duncan: "Yeah, so now is the time to fling ya outta here."

Raimundo: (shrugging with a smirk and talking) You asked it." (raises his weapon with an intense poker face) "Sword of the Storms! Wind!"

(tornado appears, picks up Gwen and Duncan, carries them off screaming in panic before throwing them through a wall)

(Raimundo crosses his arms, takes a look into the camera with a side glance, a satisfactory smile, and a cocked eyebrow)

Raimundo: (talking) "I warned them."