alright, this is a parody, so there will be some Ooc ness. Especially if they're not a main character in the series. I do not own Dragon Booster, or the movie Dodgeball.
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Scene 1 Sign-up Disaster

“You entered us in a what!” yelled Kitt.
Parm backed up, “Well, entering appeared to be a good idea, after all, there are no races a week leading up to the tournament, so we’ll need the prize money.”
“Yeah, Parm,” said Artha. “There’s just one problem. Each team needs six people, and we only have four.”
“Fret not Artha, the sign-up sheets are tacked to a wall at the track, and two other people are bound to sign up!”
“Okay,” asked Lance, “and the difference between Dodgeball and Drag-ball is?
Parm grinned, “Well, simply put, in Dodgeball each dragon is given five pieces of marked gear. This gear has no function other than to serve as a target for the other team. If the target or the rider is hit with a ball, that dragon and their rider are out. Te match is over when everyone on one team is out!”
“That’s putting it simply?” asked Lance.
“We’re doomed,” muttered Kitt, “None of us have ever played this before!”
“Well,” said Lance, “Maybe one of the other guys has!”
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“For the last scale-scraping time, Cain and I did not sign up!” shouted a very agitated Moordryd Payyn.
The ditzy receptionist simply repeated herself, her gum hindering her speech, “Listen hon, I don’ meke da rules. You’a entered and there’s no backin’ out. You gotta take it up with the res’ of your team, ooh, dere they are!”
“The stable brats!” yelled Moordryd and Cain.
“Those two!” yelled Artha, Kitt, and Parm.
“Hey, a candy store!” yelled Lance, who hadn’t even looked. “Oh, and them.”
“Great dalins, so yee’ll acquainted and stuff? Good, new get outta ma way, dere’s other folks in this tourney yeah know.”
“I have at least twelve ways to destroy you, ‘yeah know’,” snapped Moordryd. “Come on Cain, we’re leaving.”
“But Moordryd, you heard the lady, we’re stuck with the stable brats!” whined Cain. Moordryd turned a fraction.
“I don’t care; I’m not working with these losers.”
Artha put his hands on his hips, “We’re right here! We can hear every word you’re saying! And speaking of Word, I think you’ll be in trouble for this, Moordryd.”
“Look at the signatures you idiot! They aren’t ours; I doubt mini-brat writes that bad!”
“He’s right, I don’t,” Lance muttered with five mouthfuls of candy between his teeth.
“He calls you mini-brat?” asked Parm. “You’re not all that small.”
There were a few laughs from the alleyway, and who should come out but Vociferous. He cackled wildly, “Of course you didn’t sign up, but I couldn’t let my favorite rival crew-leader miss out, now could I? That would be so rude.”
“You conniving-“
Vociferous laughed, “Now now Moordryd, there are children present, namely your lacky.”
“Hey!” yelled Cain.
Moordryd didn’t even bat an eye, “Shut up Vociferous, don’t you have havoc to cause?”
Vociferous smiled, “As a matter of fact I do. Have fun, even though I know you won’t.”
Parm glanced around, “So, do either of you know the ramifications of this game?”
“You’re weird, you do know that right?” asked Cain.
“I didn’t know you all were on a team,” cooed a voice. The six turned around to see Pyrrah. “But don’t get any ideas of winning, my team never loses.”
“Oh, come on Pyrrah, enough with the ego,” said Kitt. “We’re going to beat your stupid team!”
“Oh, now Kitt dar-ling I seriously doubt that,” cooed Pyrrah. “But, try if you must!”
“Yeah, we must!” snapped Kitt.
Moordryd tapped Artha on the shoulder, “Why is your girlfriend doing all the arguing for us?”
“I’m not his girlfriend!”
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
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A/N Kitt and artha are in denial, the pairing is A/K, not P/K fotr this fic. I'll post it on FF.net eventually!

A Vociferous/Moordryd rivalry. Niiiiiiiiiiice. *cackles*

So it looks like a parody. The style is simplistic, your grammar and structure has improved, and I cannot wait to see what happens next. :)

:D:D:D:D

i want like to see more on this! It be super duper Drac!!

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!! PLEAAASSSSEEEEEE!! I BEG OF YOU! This story is SO Drac its scary but I would just like to se at least one more chapter!!!

This is an entertaining fic so far. Come on, please post more!!!

What gonna happen????? :o

Scene Two Reluctant Teammates

“Okay,” said Lance, “Now does either of you two know how to play dodgeball?”
“Yeah, I do,” Cain said.
Moordryd looked shocked, “You do?”
“Well, yeah. What did you think the other Dragon-Eyes and I did when you were so busy planning all those schemes?” Cain asked. “Uh, why are you four looking at me and Moordryd?”
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“And,” said the announcer, “In a huge upset for Pyyrah’s team, Vociferous and his crew crushed them in the first round today. Tomorrow is the second half of round one!”
Artha turned off the TV, “Well Lance did you get that video from your school?”
“Hey! I stole some diagrams you know!” yelled Cain. “Stop staring at me!”
Lance slid in the video pod, and a voice on the film said, “Hello, this is an official film by Dragon Energy Company, mining more Draconium every day!”
“Now, to play a fun game of dodgeball, you need to know what to do. First, make sure that the five target gear pieces are on your dragon in the following places: one on each hip and shoulder, and one on the chest. Also, no weaponry is allowed, nor is any other from of gear. Next, the six balls are controlled by mag energy. Three can be magged by any energy, but the other three change color during the match, and only if one of your influences matches can you mag it-“
“That’s and advantage for us,” said Parm as he paused the tape. “You see, I analyzed all of our influences, and we have all twelve colors of the spectrum here with us!”
The tape continued, “Now, if the target on the gear, or the rider, is hit, then that rider and dragon are out. If a rider catches a ball before it hits the ground, and it was not magged to him, then the rider who threw that ball is out, as is his or her dragon. Now, a special screen is about to come up. Press one if you want to know the strengths and weaknesses certain dragons have, or press two for an interview with the head of the DCDADC, the Dragon City Dodgeball Association of Dragon City.”
“Press one!” yelled Artha, Kitt, Moordryd, Cain and Lance. Parm shrugged and pulled his hand away from the two.
“Now, all dragons fall into three classifications. One is the common dragon, a thin dragon on four legs. Now, this dragon’s strength is that usually the front or rear leg targets have to be thinned and elongated, depending on build. Their greatest flaw is that they have problems suddenly stopping to avoid a ball. Next, bipedal dragons, the main advantages they have are that the shoulder targets are very small, due to the small limbs, and their speed, the problem is that their chests are an easy target. Finally, we have bulk dragons, with large muscle masses. While the fact that their rider is in a more favorable position for throwing, and that the chest target is hard to hit, these dragons are rarely used, unless they are turquoise, which are a little faster.”
“Okay, well, we don’t seem to have too much of a problem here,” Parm said, “We’ve got a rather balanced team.”
“Good, can Cain and I go now?” asked Moordryd. Parm hopped in their way.
“Oh, no, no no, no! We need to practice!” Parm yelled in a squeaky voice.
“Uh, Moordryd, what’s the mini-brat doing?” asked Cain.
“Don’t look,” Moordryd muttered as he shut his eyes. Lance had pulled out his lost puppy look.
Moordryd heard a sigh, “Cain, you idiot! You looked, didn’t you?”
Artha chuckled, “Yeah, he did.”
Moordryd muttered, “Su-per. Now I’m stuck with you idiots.”
Lance cheered,” Yay!” After which he bombarded Artha with an old set of balls.
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After much throwing of bouncy inflatable spheres, Artha declared that they were ready for the first match. Moordryd pegged him in the head, “And you are intelligent enough to figure that out how?”
“Because I’m the best, and I’m the Dra-” Artha started, but Kitt clamped a hand over his mouth before he could finish ‘Dragon Booster’.
Cain rolled his eyes, “Oh, for dragon’s sake! Ever since you pulled that Leap of Lorius, you think you’re the drac-est racer ever!”
Penn racing and their dragons all exchanged nervous glances, and Lance chuckled, “Yeah, let’s go with that!”

Very nice!! More! Keep it up because you are a good writer!! I like this fic!

This fic is very entertaining!!

I'm enjoying reading this fic....BTW Merry X-Mas to all of you!!!.

*going back to the topic* continue!!!!!

Voicy’s ‘Lil Plan

Artha looked at his entire team. Well, okay, his team and two guys. Make that two guys who hated his guts and would rather be anywhere but here. He grinned nervously, “Well, uh, guess we’d better get out there against Khatah’s team huh?”
Moordryd rolled his eyes, “No duh stable brat!”
Kitt shook her head; this was going to be one long tourney.
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As they headed for the court, Parm hissed at Artha, “Now remember Artha, only mag the balls that don’t require you to have a specific influence! I don’t care if the match is at stake, someone will figure out who you and Beau are!”
“Got it Parmesan,” he said coolly, “Now let’s win this!”
“Hello everyone! This is race marshal Budge, with my co host, Cottyn McKnyght! Cottyn let’s go to you!”
“Yo, B, my man! This is day two of round one! Dudes, this going to be drac beyond belief!”
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“So, how dead are we smart-brat?” Moordryd asked Parm who blinked at the question.
At the whistle, Penn racing made a mad mag-scramble for the balls; Kitt grabbed a few, but Khatah’s group grabbed plenty more.
Budge shook his head, “Well, looks like the Penn Racing/Dragon Eye hybrid team is in trouble- OH! Parmon Sean, Cain, and Lance Penn are already out, and yes, Artha Penn too!”
Kitt really seemed doomed when a stray ball it Moordryd, even though one of Khatah’s team was out for a foul throw. But she just grinned, and slammed a ball right into Khatah’s chest.
Cottyn gaped, “Hold the phone folks! She’s got a cannon!”
Kitt snatched a ball right out of the air, and Moordryd and Decepshun rushed back in, slamming Sarjo with a caught ball as they did so. This made it two on one, their favor. Kitt grinned, and whacked the final member with he ball she held.
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Lance had bee cheering, “WE WON!” for the past hour, hugging whoever was in closest proximity to him. Needless to say, Cain and Moordryd kept their distance.
Spyyn and Vociferous watched from an alleyway and Voicy grinned, “Don’t worry my dear, for I shall sway Kitt. There’s no saying no when Voicy puts on his shiny shoes.”
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WARNING! PURE INSANITY AHEAD! TAKE HEED!

Love the story! Please write more!

Dragon Dodgeball? This is going to hurt a lot... ^_^ :P :D

Interesting story, Kereea. Keep on updating. Can't wait for the real fun to begin :plot: .

You really should update! This is a very cute fic and I can't wait to see the next chapter!! :eep:

Oooh...I like this story!! Keep it up! Post more please!!

Must have more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <_<