(Setting: an alien board room, somewhere in space and time. Five very nervous beings fidget at a table. At the head of the table is a not so nervous but quite irate being.)

Irate being: So you mean to tell me its sweeps week, and we have NO IDEAS for a ratings-grabbing show?

Nervous being #3: Well, it's not that sir, Mr. Te sir

(pan to nameplate in front of irate being. Reads: Ira te, President WKRP Transdimensional 3DV).

Nervous being #3: They are..um..in development...

Ira Te: So? Show me what you've got so far!

Nervous Being #2: Well, first off, we have a story about a bunch of teens who all sleep with each other and die, then to mysteriously reappear three seasons later with a new hair cut. We're setting it in a trendy planetary system, and calling it "Bevertron Hills 375ad9sf43*$jg..."

Ira Te: NO! We did that last season...."Meltroid Planet" it was called..you see where that went....

(flashes behind him to a board, where a red line titled "ratings" plummets sharply to the ground, then through the floor, down to the marketing depratment, managing to cut five people in half in the process)

Ira Te: Give me something fresh!

(Presses a button on the control panel before him, and nervous being #2 is engulfed in flames.)

(No, he wasn't going to call it '...urk!!!!!', even though that was a pretty decent name. The '...urk!!!!!' was the sound of him being sucked into a black hole by Ira.)

Ira Te: No! No! No! I want something beings won't vomit at when they watch! Does ANYONE have an idea?

Nervous being #1: (trying to crawl under the desk while talking) Well, how about an anime?

Ira Te: Anime? You mean those giant-eyed ridiculous poorly-dubbed Earth-style cartoons? That's...that's so....so....

(Nervous being #1 is now completely under the desk and cowering...)

Ira Te: Brilliant!

(entire boardroom [or what's left of it] facefaults)

Nervous being #1: You mean it, Mr. President sir Te boss sir man sir?

Ira Te: Of course I do! And I have just the idea...a crossover! a tournament!

Nervous being #5: (groans loudly) Oh He Who Walks Behind the Beans! ANOTHER crossover tournament? YELP!

(YELP!, while being the Betelguisian term for a three-legged chartreuse squid, is also the sound of a nervous being undergoing torture by reading Oscar fics. The rest of the board shudder, and nervous being #1 is now reduced to a quivering pile of tears. NOONE should be put through that)

Nervous being #3: (pan to nameplate, reads: Rav Malchi) So, what kind of crossover sir?

Ira Te: hmmm...how about...bishounen swordsman slashfest!!!

(Rav facefaults again, and shakes his buddy, Poindexter J. Gizzelwhomp [nervous being #1 to you] , stirring him.)

Rav: Come on Dex ole' buddy..time to go dimensional fishing for sword-happy homicidal maniacs! (grins manically)

Dex: (sarcastically) Oh, what fun

And thus, two strange beings walk out of WKRP 3DTV station's boardroom, on a quest: go gather the greatest swordsmen of all time for one big bishounen swordsmen slashfest!

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AUTHOR NOTES: OK, this is the first fic I'm posting..so be gentle with it. :)

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