"Welcome back, to an all new installment of Total Drama!" Our wonderful and very familiar host with the most spoke, on the dock of Playa Des Losers. "Over the past six or so seasons, we've seen fifty-one losers with a heart of gold each, hoping to take home the million. But like, six won? Yeah."

"But," he continued, "we're back for redemption, in a musical sort of style."

Chef interrupted after slipping on his snapback and sunglasses. "Rap battles, TDI Style!"

"Exactly!" Chris clapped his hands as the cameras continued to focus on him. "So, if you haven't seen TDI, TDA, TDWT, TDRI, TDAS or TDPI, stop by later, as this could ruin everything!"

The camera flashed by the pool.

"So, shall I spin the wheel?" Chris chuckled.

"Uh, yeah." Zoey replied nervously, "go for it."

Dawn sighed, predicting terrible things. "This battle will not end well."

"I love rapping!" Harold replied.

"Scarlett!" Chris called out, as the spinner stopped on our lovable braniac from TDPI, turned... crazy. The other one landed on someone else. "Mal."

"Huh?" Mike raised an eyebrow, concerned. "But uh, Mal is gone."

"Oh," Scarlett replied, "it will be quite easy to reactive your personas, despite the hazards."

"Whaddya-" But before Mike could protest, Scarlett slammed a stick on his head, knocking him out, until Mal awoken inside.

"Sinister." Mal stretched his arms. "I like that."

"Shh." Chris signaled everyone's silence.

Chef walked out with a microphone.

"EPIC... RAP BATTLES... OF TOTAL DRAMA!"

"SCARLETT!"

"VERSUS..."

"MAL!"

"BEGIN!"

Mal: Is this vile redhead my competition? How fortuitous, I demand better.

My cold-hearted evil is what sparked your creation, I'm a trendsetter.

I'm dropping these beats like I dropped Gwen off that mountain.

If you think I'm going easy on you because of your gender, you're in for a poundin'.

I'm the next generation and iteration of antagonizing,

Snapping your neck like I snapped Al's wrist, so frightening.

If you think breaking things is all that I've got to bring to the table,

You must be suffering from Scarlett Fever; enough with the fables.

Scarlett: Tying my hair into a bun, and slipping on these abnormally large glasses,

I'm keeping up appearances, and your personas wo;; down in the masses.

I'm not sure if I can take you quite seriously, you're as thin as a twig.

And snapping his wrist like that, I think drugs must be the answer, you twit.

Unlike you, I know how to use intelligence and stealth to get me far in life,

Without having to secretly go breaking things, godplaying and cause strife.

I'm the most interesting and inventive evil that this show has ever seen.

You don't take that crown, you're like a young child who dropped their ice cream.

Mal: How dare you even try to speak, I'll be the one to successfully and actually complete your plans!

Your explosive mission got foiled by a midget with purple hair and loose pants!

Can you really take yourself seriously if you never succeeded in this game?

Shows over, honey, learn to play it without being completely lame… (Toodles!)

Scarlett: Reset buttons won't be available to help you escape the pain when I'm done with you.

You would never be able to comprehend what it takes to master this game, you fool.

Whether you see me coming or not, quite unlikely, I'll be going out in a blaze of glory.

Because I know how to handle the heat and immense pressure, hide my villainy, and be the one who's scoring!

The cast clapped their hands, with a few exceptions. "Nice!" Chris replied. "Who do you think won? And who would you like to see? Join us next time where we'll be watching Courtney and Duncan duke it out, but don't forget to suggest which of these 51 people should rap together!"