Jason and Triaxx returned to the stage, breathing easily. "Plenty of winners so far, and things are still getting better. We're hardly even a third of the way through, and we already have some interesting winners."

Jason just nodded. "It was the new second round of voting, really changed things up. Did you know that Johnrie's Zorpox actually finished the first round in fifth, only to come back for the win? Pretty impressive indeed."

"Of course, now we come to a real shocker, the Best Crossover category, but no Classic Cowboy in the final."

"That may be true, but that doesn't mean he didn't have an influence on many of the ones that did. Anywho . . ." Jason continued, "Lets introduce our next presenter, Cody MacArthur Fett, presenting the Best Crossover/Fusion award with his date Bonnie."

Everyone turned to look as the bombastic tunes of "The Imperial March" started to fill the room and a 6'3" brown-haired male with tan/pale skin, a two inch long scar on the right side of his forehead, and wearing the stark white and black dress uniform of a UNSC Sargent started to walk down to the stage, or at least they would have looked at him had they not been looking at the absolutely stunning form of Bonnie Rockwaller, whose right arm was currently hooked around the male's left. She dressed conservatively for the occasion, or least as conservatively as she could have been dressed when she was wearing a dress whose fabric adjusted and changed colors with each step in such a way that every bit of Bonnie's natural beauty was set off in all thee right ways - it didn't make 'hot' or 'sexy' per say, but it did make her, without a doubt, the most beautiful sight in the multiverse at that moment. Needless to say this caused several jaws to hit the floor - the women's in jealousy, the men's in stunned silence.

"Eh, could be better" one of the snipers assigned to security commented as she looked upon the scene from the rafters.

"After you milady" Cody MacArthur Fett said politely when he and Bonnie reached the stage.

"Thank you" Bonnie responded as she walked up onto the stage just as the music was dying down.

"I've got to get that tune changed next year" Cody muttered to himself as he followed Bonnie up on to the stage.

"Well" Cody proclaimed when he got onto the stage, "I suppose I should say something profound" the audience stared at him for several seconds in the pregnant moments that followed as they waited for him to say something, anything! "Nothing comes to mind" the crowd let out a collective moan, "But that's why we have flash cards and Teleprompters" he said, gesturing to the smiling technician manning the computers at the front of the stage with the flash cards he pulled out of his pockets.

"OK, first of all I'd like to thank Brigadier General Christopher Geraldo Karensky and Task Force Terra for the excellent security" Cody began, gesturing to a gray and white haired member of the audience and the TFT Commandos at the entrances, in the rafters, at the exits, on the roof, and scattered around building as the people in the audience looked around at the black and white uniformed solders nervously, "Second of all, I am a little disappointed that there aren't any Halo crossovers, but in a way it's your own fault".

"You should have tried harder" Bonnie finished in a chiding tone, and as soon as she did more then a few people in the auditorium burst out laughing.

"Told you it work" Cody whispered to Bonnie as more and more people started laughing.

"So you were right about most of the people here being total nerds, big deal" she whispered back to him in a dismissive tone.

"OK, getting back on topic" Cody stated as the laughter started to die down, "Crossovers" he began dramatically, "They're a special brand of fiction - an elite group where only the best survive. Stories like Gods and Demons, Kim Possible: The Next Generation, The Batman, the Knights of the New Republic trilogy, The Kindred, Reunions Are Bitch, Encounters At Dawn, and SPARTAN-487, these tales make you completely forget about the separate franchises involved, they draw you into the story in a way no one franchise could do alone, they're the ones that reach out and say 'Ich sparte gerade ein Bündel Geld auf meiner Autoversicherung, indem ich zu Geico schielt'." as soon as the words left his mouth the TFT Commandos, more then a few of the members of the audience, and Bonnie all broke out in uproarious laughter, "What did I say?" Cody questioned in a confused tone.

"You . . . said" Bonnie got out between fits of laughter, "You said" she whispered something into his ear.

"Now that's funny!" Cody stated as he began to laugh a little himself, "Ahem, but returning to the matter at hand, and not reading off the Teleprompter."

"Tonight we have gathered the KP elite of this category from the Year of our Lord 2007 A.D. together in one place for one reason and one reason only - to beat the snot out of each other!" the room let out a collective gasp at his words as around thirty blue dots appeared on beeftony, "I'm joking! So please amp down already, yeash, can't you guys take a joke? And why was everyone aiming at poor beeftony?"

"He insulted our honor! " one of the troopers yelled angrily.

"Eh, fair enough. Anyway, getting back on topic, Bonnie would you do the honors?" Cody asked as he handed the brunette-haired paragon of beauty the envelope containing the list of nominees.

"Thank you" Bonnie replied in an indecipherable tone as she took the envelope, "And the nominees are . . ."

KP:Green Lantern: Brightest Day, Blackest Night – ReedStoppable

Blocking the throwing stars with a shield on his left arm, Lantern formed a bolo in his right hand. After a couple twirls, he launched the construct weapon, which wrapped its self around Monkey Fists body, breaking his concentration. With the barrage of throwing stars stopped, Lantern zoomed in and landed a quick one-two combination to the monkey masters gut and head.

"Very impressive Stoppable." Monkey Fist began, breaking the bolo and wiping a bit of blood from his lip. "You seem to be quite handy with your ring. It's a shame you never put such effort into harnessing your monkey abilities. Within you is a well of untapped power, and to see it unused
disgusts me."

"Well, I guess that makes us even then, because you're a well of genetically altered freakiness." Lantern retorted. "And that sir, disgusts me."

With a monkey like hoot, Monkey Fist launched an energy blast directly at Lanterns head, who barely had enough time to get a shield up. Even with the shield, the force of the blast was enough to drive Lantern backwards several feet.

"Interesting," Monkey Fist mused as he created a yellow katana blade and approached Lantern. "A Green Lanterns one weakness is supposed to be the color yellow. Hence, the yellow power ring. Yet here we are, and you show no signs of vulnerability to the color."

"I guess I'm just all kinds of special Monty." Lantern replied as he fashioned a sword of his own, one that bared a striking resemblance to the Lotus Blade.

"Cute" Monkey Fist smirked. "En guard!"

Lantern blocked Fist's over head strike and retaliated with a kick to his stomach. Using the space he created Lantern lunged with his blade, which Fist easily deflected. The lunge left Lantern wide open, and Monkey Fist made him pay with a palm strike to the face. The blow caught Lantern square, and he stumbled back barely getting his sword up to block another attack from Fist.

The mid air dance continued for what seemed like hours. Attack after attack was launched, and nearly each one was blocked. However the glancing blows that slipped past the combatant's defenses were beginning to take their toll, and the two separated, and began to circle each other.

"What do you say we call it a day Monty?" Lantern huffed. "I'll go downstairs and try to fix my wall, and you…you go turn yourself into the nearest prison."

"I find that as unlikely as you giving up your awful jokes." Fist panted, feeling the combined exhaustion of the battle and of the exertion of will power the ring required.

"Jokes? I was serious." Lantern said, mock offended. "To think that I would joke, at a time like this."

"Idiot." Monkey fist growled as he charged at Lantern, sword held high.

Possibles Of The Caribbean – Twila Starla

This trail of thought brought her back to her medallion wondering. Like I said, it had put many questions in her head before. But there, one that hurdling day at the docks, Kimberly had found the most puzzling, mysterious question the trinket had brought her in a long time.
Why did Jack Sparrow recognize her medallion?

She kept playing that moment back again inside her head, that wide-eyed look of recognition that appeared on his face when he caught sight of it around her neck, then retelling all the stories she had heard about Sparrow, cross-referencing the medallion to each one. None of the elements connected, none of them! Perhaps she was forgetting something, one of the stories she had heard about Sparrow in the past.
Her mind was abuzz, and the answers, unknown, Kimberly felt as though she had reached a fork in the road, with the medallion as her compass. And the direction she took depended upon whether she kept her compass, or dropped it where she stood, leaving her little secret behind forever.

Something told her she should leave it behind and go left, where she could continue her masquerade as a proper young lady, marry Joshua Mankey, and spend the rest of her days serving as a silent and pretty young wife to the esteemed Commodore, any man who took Governor Possible's daughter as his bride would surely have quite the reputation on the island, she thought. A little voice inside spoke, and said that it would be best, for everyone around you, you're endangering them by holding onto that thing, Father, Junior, Tara, even Ronald, everyone, let go of the accursed thing before it causes more trouble.

Yet her heart, her inner adventurer, said otherwise. And kept nagging her on to the right, where the unknown and the answers to all of questions, and her freedom, awaited her. Where everything she wanted and dreamed was there for her. The world before you, the wind in your face, and no ties to anyone! Isn't that what you've always wanted? Not this pompous life you've been handed, you want to scream, and shout, and live like you've never lived before! The medallion is your ticket to freedom! Do you want to lose that?

The decision was more difficult then anything she'd done yet. There she was, stuck between a life's desire and the people she knew and cared for, and once she chose, that was it. No turning back, she either kept the medallion or she didn't.

Kimberly looked around the darkening world of Port Middleton, at the shadowy clouds as the formed and rumbled above her. At the large British flag flapping in the high winds from its spot atop a nearby mast. At the elderly couple as they raced inside their house for shelter from the storm. Then she looked back down at the medallion with confusion and uncertainty in her eyes, the only thing that had allowed her to connect to her pirate dreams, a bookmark of one of the most memorable days of her life, reminding of the fear, danger, but friendship she gained years before, but then the problems and confusion it caused today.

She had to choose now, or be left standing on the dock forever.

The Lusting – Weirdbard

Kim and Shego watched as their two fireballs headed for the dead teen Hoshi poised above Ron only to see two wet slimy strands of hair dip down from the ceiling and catch the fireballs and throw them harmlessly to one side of the room. The wet hair sizzled as the fireballs hit and were temporarily cradled in them but they did not burn like the dry sister Asami's hair had done.

Hearing the unmistakable sounds of the door slamming behind them, both women glanced over their shoulders to see the door and indeed the wall was gone, now covered in a thick disgusting mass of wet slimy hair. Wet hair dangled from the ceilings, the walls were covered in the slowly moving mass. The only objects not completely covered in the mess was Shego and Rufus, Kim, Ron, the dead girl Hoshi herself and the eyes of Yori as she struggled against the wall she was plastered to. Realizing how easy it would be to lose Rufus in the mass of moving hair if he were to fall off of her shoulder, Shego reached up and gently put him into a pocket on her skirt. A pocket that was closable with a Velcro flap. "Stay in there Rufus where you'll be safe." She muttered to the naked mole rat. Rufus looked like he was going to argue but seeing a strand of hair moving towards them he reluctantly nodded his head.

Having seen to Rufus's safety Shego roared as she charged across the room towards the dead teen standing over Ron's body. "Get away from him you bitch!" A thick strand of wet hair lashed down from the ceiling once again, almost as if it was a fireman's runaway hose and slammed into Shego throwing her across the room to crash next to where Yori was struggling.

Yori's desperate struggles managed to free her mouth from the slimy choking hair covering it and cried out to Shego. "Release me so that I may help you and Kim save Ron!"

"Release you? You are the reason we are all in this mess!" Shego shouted at her and started to pull away from the wall. She was stopped as Kim was thrown across the room to slam into her and they both slid down the wet hair covering the wall to slump on the floor.

Yori strapped to the wall by the hair couldn't follow their fall, she practically had to stare straight forward the hair had such a grip on her. "I know. And I am deeply ashamed and dishonored by what happened but I wasn't in control! Well, not completely. You need my help if you are to stop Hoshi from what she plans for Ron-san."

"We don't need anyone's help to spank that bitch." Shego growled as she helped Kim to her feet. Both women had to pause however when they noticed that Hoshi was no longer in the middle of the room and seemed to have merged into the masses of hair moving along the walls in the room. A naked Ron was still lying in the center of the room but no hair was around him at the moment, not even the strands that had been so obscenely stroking him earlier.

Shego started to rush to him but was held back by Kim. "It is probably a trap. That thing didn't go to such effort to get Ron as to let him go now!"

"Kim-san! Shego-san!" Yori called out.

Both women glanced at her and then to where she was frantically looking. Dark strands of hair had slithered across the floor and were under Ron's shoulders and inch by inch they were pulling him towards a very dark corner of the room. As Kim and Shego looked on, twin glowing eyes revealed themselves in the dark shadows of that corner.

The Next Contestant - Ran Hakubi

"Want me to drop a chip there, Little Buddy?" Ron asked.

"Yeah!" Rufus chirped with a grin and a nod.

Ron moved over to where Rufus was standing and dropped the Plinko chip. It banged down from peg to peg, creating the all to well know "plink" sound. At the end of its run, it landed right square in the 10,000 spot.

"Ron, you just won 10,000 dollars!" Bob said happily as "10,000" lit up in the display above Bob's head. Bob moved over and took the Plinko chip out.

"Boo-yah!" Ron shouted.

Rufus, however, was pacing back and forth again along the game board, finally he stopped on the left half of the "O". As before, Ron dutifully obliged and dropped his second Plinko chip. Down it went and came to a stop at the 5,000 dollar spot. Bob moved and took the second Plinko chip out of its spot.

"You're up to 15,000 Ron! Drop another Plinko chip!" Bob told the hero.

Ron watched Rufus, who stopped right in the center of the P, were Ron dropped his chip. Down it went, and landed right in the 10,000 spot again.

Bob pulled the chip out and moved back to his spot saying, "Another 10,000, bringing your total up to 25,000!"

"BADICAL!" Ron shouted as he watched Rufus. He stopped on the right side of the "K", which is where Ron dropped his fourth chip. It plinked its way down to the 1,000 spot.

"Ron, you're at 26,000, and you've got one Plinko chip left. Make it count," Bob explained as he moved away the Plinko chip.

Rufus paced back and forth along the game board, and came to a stop on the right side of the "N". Ron set his chip down and let it go. Plinking all the way down, it came to a stop in the 5,000 mark.

"Ron, you've just won 31,000!" Bob exclaimed as Ron rushed down the stairs.

The tow-headed young boy promptly launched into his victory dance. The victory dance promptly caused him to lose his pants. Feeling the draft around his knees, Ron looked down.

"Oh man, even on national TV!" He shouted and quickly brought his pants back up.

Rufus, however, was still on top of the Plinko board, imitating Ron's victory dance. Unfortunately, a miss step caused him to slip, and he himself plinked down the game board, landing in the zero slot. Looking at where he landed, he gave a dejected "Aww" and scurried back into Ron's pants pocket.

Until the End of the World – Molloy

The Trans Am's engine revved, a little reluctantly Kim thought, and Bonnie and her mother disappeared into the night.

Ron jogged back up to Kim's side and placed his arm around her shoulder again (although the warmth didn't feel as if it had ever left). As he did so, he made an appreciative whistle. "Man! Poor, Bon-bon!"

"No kidding!"

"Yeah, I guess I would be pretty freaked too if I learned right out of the blue that my mom was a ninja."

"What! NO WAY!" Kim cried. "DL is a ninja?"

"So way, KP." Ron said with certainty. "Even if she hadn't come outta that Vanishing Stance in the back seat," he nodded, "she was giving off kunoichi vibes the entire time!"

"Whoah, waitaminute!" Kim said placing her hands to her face. When was this crazy day going to end? "Vanishing Stance? I-is that how she suddenly appeared out of nowhere?"

"Uh-huh."

"A-and what are kun-kunoichi-"

"Ninja chicks," Ron explained, "I get those vibes whenever I'm around Yori, and they were bouncing all around the inside of that car-I mean grande sized vibes, the entire ride. Right, Rufus?"

Rufus poked his bald head out of Ron's pocket and nodded with assurance. "You betcha!"

"Wow, the Vibrating Palm!" Ron said in awe.

"Yeah, what is that exactly, Ron?"

"KP, it's like one of the top ninja moves," Ron explained with the same admiration he expressed for the Bricks of Fury series (well, not the musical), "I mean it is right up there with the Enraged Sparrow, the Hidden Foot, a-and the Nosepicking of Death!"

"The Nosepicking of Death," she asked, eyebrow fully arched.

"Mock all you want, Kim," Ron said defensively, "but these are moves that only the top ninjas know. And if Bonnie's mom could give some guy the Vibrating Palm then she must be one of the best of the best!"

"Okay, amp down, ninja boy," Kim said raising her hands, "I believe you, but what exactly does the Vibrating Palm do to somebody?"

"Well," he said rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm not a top ninja yet."

She gave his shoulder a consoling pat. "But you are sure that DL is one, right? Hmm. How did Bonnie find out? It didn't sound like she thought the Vibrating Palm was a ninja move."

"Oh, she didn't," Ron said casually, "I told her."

"You did?"

"Yeah," Ron explained calmly, "she thought her mother was going crazy." He shrugged, "I thought it would make her feel better to know her mother was a top-flight ninja and not just some nut-job."

"And the winner is . . ." Bonnie got out before a sound similar to grinding gears started to fill the air, and a large red nineteen sixties telephone booth appeared on stage.

"Sorry I'm late" the smiling form of Bob Barker said as he exited the booth and approached where Bonnie and Cody were standing in stunned silence, "Traffic was - as the Nep Americans say- a Gliederfüßer. By the way, thanks for the ride you two!" he yelled back at phone booth.

"Oh it wasn't any trouble at all" a blue-eyed version of Ron Stoppable said in a jovial tone as he started to lean against the side of the booth's door.

"Yeah, stop by anytime" an casually dressed version of Shego stated in an honest tone as she leaned against the opposite side of the door.

"Don't worry I will. Now you two crazy kids run along and go repopulate the Timelords."

"What?" the Ron in the booth inquired in a shocked tone.

"Uh, Ron" the AU Shego interjected, "We better get out of here before the Neo Americans put us on ice - literally."

"Right. Well it's fun people, but we really must be going" the Timelord said as yanked his Shego back into the phone booth and closed the door before the sound of grinding gears once again filled the air and the booth faded from existence.

"Crazy kids" Bob said, shaking his head, "Now young lady I think I'll be the one giving the award," Bob stated as he took the envelope out of Bonnie's hands.

"Hey!" Bonnie began to protest.

"Don't do it Bon'ika" Cody said as he put a hand on his firebrand date's shoulder, "He's got people."

"What people?" Bonnie was pissed to say the least at the former "Price is Right" host stealing her thunder.

"Everyone" Cody said in his best Sargent Johnson voice (Which is surprisingly good by the way).

"Fierfek" Bonnie cursed as she relented to the Barker's superior contacts, "That di'kut really has it made, you know that?"

"And the winner of the award for Best Crossover and/or Fusion is . . ." Bob began, completely oblivious to Bonnie's discontent over his actions, Possibles Of The Caribbean – Twila Starla. Come on down, you're the winner of the Golden Roofie for Best Crossover and/or Fusion!" Bob yelled as the speakers began to play "The Price is Right" theme song and several of the spotlights focused in on Twila Starla.

Twila starts at all the lights, shocked. Blushing profusely, she rises from her seat and gets to the podium, still in a bit of shock.

"Wow, what can I say? This is an absolute honor! When I started Possibles a year ago, I wasn't sure what to expect when I put it up. Less the twenty-four hours later, I got my answer in fifteen reviews and over one-hundred hits on the first chapter. I knew I had a winner! And this award only makes the work all the more worth it! Thank you to my readers, especially CMY, he's saved me from bad writing on more than one occasion and I don't know if Possibles would be the same without his help! Thanks to my family for supporting this and listening to my long ramblings about this story. Thank you!"

Jason and Triaxx returned to the stage smiling. "Always nice to see someone deserving win who didn't think they stood a chance, isn't it?"

Jason nodded quickly. "Most definitely. And there are still plenty more surprises left to go. But first, let's welcome Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band with Safe as Milk."