OoC: It's the Christmas battle of the year! I will be using Ray Robson. http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...d.php?p=671046

Ray Robson leafed through some papers on his desk. It was the commercial break and it gave him a chance to double check what was still to come on the program. The schedule did not change much from night to night, so there was not much to memorize. A shoddy builder here, a conman there, everywhere a diet pill story. His concentration was disturbed when a shadow fell over him. It was a worryingly familiar shadow. He sighed and looked up.

"How'd YOU get past security?" he asked with more than a slight hint of anger in his voice.
"Told them I was an upset battler who's been rorted by the government system, and welfare cheats are ripping me off with a miracle dieting pill that makes shoddy builders at risk to cancer," she replied.
This was Sarah. They had met before. Ray still had the bruises to prove it.
"Why are you here?" asked Ray. "We're on in thirty."
"I've got a bone to pick with you," she said, placing her hands on his desk. "Last week you reported that Poets were destroying the fabric of society and corrupting children. I want you to air a retraction."
"I'd be letting facts get in the way of journalistic integrity," huffed Ray. "I will do no such thing."
"Really?" said Sarah. "Maybe you'd like to talk it over with my dagger?"
"Ten seconds 'til we're on air," said Ray. "Get off the set."
Sarah stayed where she was.
"Absolutely nothing is going to make me leave this spot."

As she finished talking, another figure entered the room. The figure was unlike anything either of them had ever seen. Ray couldn't believe his eyes. It was a seven foot tall, bi-pedal rabbit carrying a basket of eggs.

"Except for maybe that," said Sarah.
"I'm the Easter Bunny," said the large rabbit. "And I've got a brilliant story for you."
"W-w-what story is that?" stammered Ray.
"The fight of the century. The death of Santa Claus," said the Easter Bunny. "All I need from you is transport to the North Pole, and you've got yourself the greatest news story in history."
"W-why do you need transport?" asked Ray. "Why are you gonna kill Santa?"
"I used to have a Segway, but I totalled it in a collision with a motorised scooter," said the Easter Bunny. "And I'm going to destory Santa because of what he's done to me. No one wants the Easter Bunny any more, it's all Santa this, Santa that, 'cause he's got all the toys, what have I got? An unemployment cheque, two bottles of mustard and a basket of chocolate eggs! I'm thirty five years old, and that's all I've got to show for it! With Santa Claus out of the picture, the kids will have to come crawling back to me, they'll need their presents fix and when they can't get toys, they'll go for chocolate. And then I'll be a big shot again, get invited to all the Holidays' parties. They won't let me into Guy Fawkes day anymore because of what I did in the bonfire...Have we got a deal?"
Ray paused for a moment, a glimmer of ratings in his eye, "You've got a deal."
Sarah stood still, watching this most bizarre of events unfold before her.
"Do you want to come too?" asked the Easter Bunny.
"No!" exclaimed Sarah. "I'm not going to help you destroy Santa, that's a horrible thing to do!"
"Are you sure?" asked the Easter Bunny. "Think of all those times Santa gave you a pair of socks instead of a poetry anthology for Christmas. Think of that time you left milk out for Santa and he didn't even drink it!"
Sarah feigned interest as a plan formulated in her mind. The Easter Bunny continued to spout instances of injustice to Sarah. In her head, she thought over what she should do. It would be much easier to stop this if she was right next to it. She had to save Santa. She had to.
"Alright, I'll go with you," she said.
"Then it's decided," said The Easter Bunny.
"I can get a news helicopter to take us," said Ray.
"Very well," said the Easter Bunny.
The news reader, poet and seven foot tall, bi-pedal, chocolate giving, Easter Bunny walked off the set and towards the news helicopter outside. Unbeknownst to them, the whole thing had been beamed to televisions all across the nation, perhaps the world. The citizens of the world would not stand idly by. Could others stop the Easter Bunny before he got to Santa? Or perhaps they would rather help the Christmas Chaos.

"You're going down Santa," said the Easter Bunny as they made their way off set. "This time: It's Seasonal."

OoC: Hope everyone enjoys this Christmas themed battle.