As the fierce winds of the Xiaolin Showdown died down, Jack Spicer stood grinning triumphantly, his hand inches from the Golden Tiger Claws, the shimmering Shen Gong Wu glinting with power. “Finally!” he cackled. “World domination is just one claw-swipe away! And to think you actually thought you could beat me, Jack Spicer—the Evil Boy Genius!” His laughter echoed across the mystical battlefield, dramatic and over-the-top as always. “Oh, this is going in the history books! Maybe I’ll build a robot to write them for me.”

But just as Jack reached forward, too caught up in his monologue to notice, Y/N’s hand shot out, fingertips brushing the artifact. The Wu pulsed—accepting them—and in a flash of light, Y/N lunged with precision. A swift, unexpected strike knocked Jack to the ground before he could even finish his sentence. His goggles spun comically off his face as he groaned, stunned, watching helplessly as Y/N stood tall, Golden Tiger Claws in hand, victorious.

Jack lay sprawled out, blinking at the sky. “…Seriously?! I almost had it! I was talking! You can’t just interrupt someone’s evil victory speech like that—it’s rude!” He slapped the ground lightly, pouting. “Ugh, this is so typical. First I lose my bots, now I lose the claws to some random newbie with decent reflexes. Whatever. This isn’t over, Y/N! You just made it personal!”