in this fanfiction, a new dragon warrior is coming to the temple under the name of Deacon Weston from Sante Fe, New Mexico in the US of A. the only true problem with Deacon is his own attitude towards the other monks when he turns out to be nothing but a rich S-O-B, who cannot take responsibility for his actions or the words that come out of his mouth worth beans. he also happens to let even Jack Spicer, the whiner, win a xiaolin showdown against him just for the sake of keeping his pants clean as a whistle. as the old saying goes, 'how can you expect to win or even succeed if you're afraid to get a little down and dirty?' the other monks must school their newest compatriot in the ways of the xiaolin before he costs them every last one of their future victories against the Heylin forces and ruins every xiaolin showdown for them all from that point forward.
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