This episode was after Broadway Baby, but was removed due to tampered footage by animal rights activists and copyright for "the Apology Song/Si Puedes Perdonar" by Diego Luna. Gratefully, we managed to recover most of the footage for your entertainment. Enjoy!
Episode 1: Plain to Spain
It was early morning, and everyone was sleeping. Team Amazon was living in the lap of luxury in First Class, reclined back in cozy, cushioned seats of gold while Team Victory and Team Chris is Really, Really, Really, Really Hot was stuck on the splintery benches in Economy.
Izzy was curled up in a ball like a cat next to Owen, who smiled as he relieved himself of another sleep fart, causing his friends Noah and Tyler to wake up from choking on the fumes.
"Ugh, Dude! Sick," Tyler cried out, covering his nose as burning tears brimmed from his eyes.
"Believe it or not, this actually smells worse than the sewers," Noah commented as Alejandro suddenly sniffed the air before abruptly waking up, gagging and exclaiming in Spanish.
"Ah mi dios, Owen, what did you eat?!"
"What? It was only a midnight snack... or two... or five," Owen said sheepishly with a laugh while Alejandro glared at him with tired eyes. "Okay fine, it was six."
BZZZT!
"I stare at this oaf at six o'clock in the morning and wonder how on Earth he managed to be on this show for three seasons," said Alejandro in the confessional. "I would have thought the bears or at least one of the other contestants would have taken him out before this. If we keep losing, I'll have to think of a strategy to finally boot him off."
BZZZT!
"Goooooooood morning, contestants," Chris shouted loudly on the intercom system, startling everyone else away, including those in First Class, who groaned loudly and removed their face masks. "We will be starting our challenge soon, so please, get your groggy butts up and join me in the common area to hear about your next challenge."
Slowly, the teams dragged themselves to the common area. Even Team Amazon, who had the best sleeping accommodations, looked like they were going to kick the bucket. Cody was too tired to resist Sierra's hugs, so he just leaned against her while she held him.
"Dude... it's six o'clock in the morning. Can't you bug us in three more hours?" Noah groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"Nope, 'cause A) It's fun, and B) You'll need to be up bright in early in order to fully enjoy this. For your first challenge, I will need you to change into these," Chris said as Chef threw some colorful clothes at Noah, who disappeared under the pile before popping up holding a ruffled red dress.
"Uhhh...what are these?" he asked.
"Traditional flamenco attire. You will be needing to wear these for your first challenge because, we have landed in Madrid, Spain."
"Oh my gosh, Madrid! I've always wanted to go there!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"Unfortunately, we were a little off course to getting there, so you lot will be spending your first challenge in Pamplona instead."
"Pamplona? What are they known for?" asked Courtney.
"Oh... you'll find out." Chris grinned evilly. "But first, change into your outfits and meet me outside for your first challenge."
As Chris and Chef went back to setting up the events, everyone began going through the large piles of clothes. Some were slightly torn while others had large grease stains on them.
"Ugh, where did they get these clothes, the garbage dump?" Heather grimaced as she held up a dress with a large grease stain that smelled of old blue cheese.
"Sierra, no! You can't follow me to the bathroom!" said Cody as he tried to pull away from his stalker girlfriend.
"But why not? I've always wanted to get a pic of you shirtless..." she drooled slightly.
"Get away from me!" screamed Cody as he ran away with a stack of clothes, Sierra not far behind him with a camera she pulled out of nowhere.
"Why do these things have to have so much ruffles?" Gwen asked, picking up a polka dotted red and white dress before tossing it aside for a black one with long sleeves that had frills at the end.
"At least my shoes don't make my outfit look tacky," Heather sneered as she took her pumps and dress to change.
"Hey, if I have to dance in shoes, I prefer them to be in ones I'm comfortable in." Examining the long black dress, Gwen tore off the front of it, turning the trumpet dress into a mini with a long, descending train.
"Oh yeah. Much better," she said, smiling at her handiwork.
...
After everyone was finished dressing, they gathered outside of the plane. Sierra carried Cody in nothing but a low neckline powder-blue fishtail dress and high heels, while her captive-errr... boyfriend wore a simple suit with a black cordobe hat that had a single string with two orange balls stacked on top of each other at the end. The hat helped hide the shame he was feeling as she carried him past his crush, Gwen.
Like Cody, Tyler wore a suit and felt crush hat, only his had orange poofs on the rim and chest. Courtney, who was behind him, wore a black dress that opened at the front with cascading orange and yellow ruffles. It was similar to Gwen's dress but not as short, and her sleeves, which ended at her elbows, had orange and yellow trim. Right after them came Lindsay, who had a long, fishtail flamenco dress in a deep crimson that had a long slit that cut up to her upper thigh. She had taken off her bandana because it clashed with her outfit, but she always like to have her hair out of her face, so she replaced it with a flower headband instead.
"Wow Lindsay, you look... really hot," Tyler gushed, fiddling with the puffy, red-orange, faux buttons on his flamenco jacket.
"Thanks Taylor-" she beamed.
"It's Tyler..." he mumbled sadly.
"-you look good too, almost as cute as my boyfriend Ty- oh my..." She gawked at Alejandro, whose chest was exposed because of his white flamenco shirt that loosely tied together with a small knot that ended near his red and yellow sash over his black pants. His hotness was only accented by Owen's appearance. The latter was wearing a smelly black vest and dress shirt that barely seemed to fit him at all.
"Mmmhmm, Al sure does look good, doesn't he? Almost good enough to eat," said Owen before he stumbled back onto his sexuality. "I mean, uh- not like I want to eat him! He just looks really pretty for a guy! Like an apple dipped in caramel!"
"Smooth, casinova," Noah remarked with his usual brisk sarcasm, wearing a simple black suit with a red sash and an open collar.
"It is fine. I got what he meant," Alejandro said uneasily before he was greeted by Leshawna.
"Hey, sugar. You sure do clean up nice," she grinned, eying him like the eye candy he was.
"As do you."
"Really? You don't think this is a bit much?" She posed in her royal purple dress. It had a single, thick, ruffled strap that went over her left shoulder and had ruffles billowing at the bottom of her trumpet style dress, accenting her bodacious booty.
"My dear, I have no doubt in my mind that you look absolutely-" Alejandro began before the complaints of his other female companion drew his eye towards the terminal stairs.
"Ugh, this is so stupid. I feel ridiculous in this thing," whined Heather, who wore a halter strap, A-line red dress with tiered ruffles past her hips.
"...breathtaking," Alejandro finished with a slightly dazed smile towards Heather, which made Leshawna turn around and glare at Heather.
BZZZT!
"Oooh, that skinny white girl is going down!" growled Leshawna.
BZZZT!
"Of course, I wasn't really distracted by Heather's beauty. I was simply ensuring that Leshawna would get jealous so that she would want to form an alliance with me. If she takes Heather out too, so be it," shrugged Alejandro.
BZZZT!
"Ah, the smell of oak. España, you haven't changed a bit," Alejandro sighed nostalgically.
"You've been here before?" Heather asked.
"But of course. Spain is my homeland. It was where I was born."
BZZZT!
"Great. So that means Alejandro has the advantage. AGAIN." Heather growled. "Ugh, I'm really going to have to make sure we keep winning these challenges, 'cause I am NOT going home before Alejandro."
BZZZT!
"Nice to see all of you changed into something that isn't your exact same outfit," Chris greeted the contestants with his usual condescending grin. "On with the first challenge. Each of you will be assigned a partner that will be drawn from this totally not rigged hat." The host held out a black, crush velvet Spaniard hat that had about twelve folded up pieces of paper. "Those with matching numbers are your partners."
"Wait," Courtney interjected. "you mean, we're not pairing up with our own teams?"
"Nope. In this challenge, your score is based on the collective wins of one particular team. That means that the person you win with could just as easily be your enemy." Chris chuckled evilly. "Makes the ratings go waaaaay up. So, pick your numbers already and let's get this party started."
Gwen and Noah were paired with a number four card as Courtney and Tyler discovered they shared card number two.
"Awww man..." Tyler sighed, wishing he had gotten Lindsay instead of Courtney.
"Come on! Mama needs a lucky number three!" Sierra squealed as Cody panicked, looking at his number three card and glanced over at DJ.
"...Wanna trade?" he asked. DJ shook his head, pointing that he already had Lindsay. "Was worth a shot..." Cody sighed as Sierra glomped him close again. And just when he was getting the feeling back in his arms...
"Looks like I got you, Big O! Hahaha!" laughed Izzy, who held up a number six card.
"Coooool," smiled Owen.
"Number five," Alejandro held up his card.
"Yes!" cheered Leshawna.
"Noooo!" cried out a distressed voice, which came from a shocked Heather, who also held a Number Five card. "How can this be?! There are three of us!"
"Yeah, well... we kind of ran out of guys to give out, so your duo is going to be a trio," Chris announced with a sly grin.
"Great. Just perfect." Heather growled sarcastically. "Of all people I have to be with, I'm stuck with you and ghetto girl."
"Hey, I wasn't hopin' for you either, sunshine," said Leshawna, who crossed her arms and began having a glaring match with Heather.
"Chicas, please. Let us be civil, at least for this competition. Anger does not become you," Alejandro cupped Leshawna's cheek slightly before turning towards Heather. "And, judging from the competition, you could have done a lot worse." Heather looked over and saw Owen farting, Noah giving reprimanding looks, and DJ accidentally stepping on cricket, which made him bawl for hurting another animal.
"Fine. But you don't get to enjoy this. I'm only here because there was no one else." Even with her biting words, Alejandro's charming smile did not falter, which made her even more pissed off.
"Now that you have your teams," Chris began. "Your job is to flamenco dance the well as you can until one pair is left standing. Each person who wins adds a point to their team. Odd numbers, you will be battling against your even numbered compatriots. The team with the most points wins and gains an advantage in the next challenge."
"Sounds easy enough. Flamenco dancing is basically stomping your heels and clacking castanets. Piece of cake," said Cody.
"You'd think so. See, instead of on the courtyard, you'll be flamenco dancing on top of a rickety, poorly-built platform our interns made over a corral of bulls, and these bulls get pretty mad when they're startled, which means you'll have to be more careful with your footwork than usual."
The wooden corral had loud snorting and shuffling going on below, their horns gleaming with danger as everyone flinched away in fear.
"So, first ones up are DJ and Lindsay versus Courtney and Tyler."
"Don't lose this for us, Tyler, or I'll make you pay! Just follow my lead and don't get in my way," Courtney ordered as they climbed onto the platform. Tyler sighed in forlorn.
BZZZT!
"I really wanted to dance with Lindsay," frowned Tyler. "Ever since we started this game, we really haven't had all that much time to talk, you know, being on separate teams and all. Plus, I think she's really starting to forget me. She keeps calling me Taylor. I need to get her to remember me."
BZZZT!
"And...GO!" With that, Chef started pressed a button on a silver boom box that started playing flamenco music.
The music began as DJ rolled his arms and twirled Lindsay in a perfect spin, his long black and red ruffled sleeves complimented her crimson dress.
"Wheeee! This is so much fun! You're such a good dancer, DJ," Lindsay praised as she happily clacked her castanets together.
"Thanks. My momma used to take me to all her dance classes after school for three years," DJ reminisced as he tapped to the rhythm. Even if Lindsay was off beat, he felt like he was having fun for the first time since he'd been here. In Tyler's eyes, they looked like the ultimate couple.
"Tyler, focus and follow my lead!" Courtney barked, trying to snap him out of it as she stomped her heels around him. Their movements were fairly awkward and mostly forced, resulting in Tyler being drug around like a dog on a short leash. Suddenly, he was pulled into a fantasy of where he was the one who was dancing with Lindsay instead of DJ. He seized Courtney in haste, mistaking her for his girlfriend, and accidentally began to tango with her instead of flamenco.
"Tyler, what are you doing? Stop it!" But Tyler didn't listen. He was already in too deep and began leading both of them to falling off the end of the platform.
"And DJ and Lindsay win the first challenge! Two points to Team Victory!" Chris announced as DJ cheered, Lindsay jumping up and hugging him. Courtney slowly got up and dusted herself off, wincing slightly in pain.
"Tyler, what is wrong with you? You're going to regret this! If I've broken my hip, I'm going to sue you for everything you own!" Courtney yelled at the crumpled form of Tyler, who had been the cushion to her fall, before walking away.
"Alright. Next team: Noah, Gwen, Cody and Sierra, you're up!" The contestants gathered on the stage before Chris yelled. "GO!"
"This is sooooo romantic. Isn't this romantic, Cody?" Sierra said, dancing a little too close for Cody's comfort.
"Uhhh... sure?" he said as he tried to back away.
"Did you know that, next to the tango and salsa, the flamenco is the most passionate dance in the word? I can imagine us dancing like this at our wedding."
"W-Wedding?!"
"Aaaand the crazy train has left the station," stated Noah as he circled Gwen with their barely-trying dance moves.
"At least you don't have to live with her. Wanna trade?" Gwen suggested as Noah shook his head.
"No thanks. I'd like to keep the crazy limit on my team to one, please," he said, making his partner chuckle.
"You know, you're kind of funny when you're not acting like a complete jerk."
"What can I say? Jerkitude is my forte," Noah shrugged before he yelped as his foot went through the floorboards.
"Yeah, but it's not mine. Need a hand?" Gwen smirked before she tried to help him back to his feet. Unfortunately, his foot was wedged between the cracks and the splintery wood did nothing to help.
"Owwwowowow, stop. Just. Stop. This isn't working," Noah cried out, getting Gwen to release her hold on him and letting his foot rest. "The last two contestants win the round, right? Just dance around me."
"I guess that can work..." she said before swaying her arms to the beat as she stepped around him.
"Cody, now's our chance!" Sierra cheered before she began dancing faster than Cody could keep up, just itching to push Gwen off the platform, even if she was on the same team.
"Sierra, slow down! I can't keep up!" Cody panted, trying to appear cool in front of Gwen and not act like he was totally dying. Right as Sierra clacked her heels, a board smashed into her face. She unsteadily rocked back and forth before falling over, hitting her head on the fence before crashing onto the ground.
"Gwen and Noah win! A point each goes to Team Amazon and Team Chris is Really, Really, Really, Really Hot."
"What? But I never fell off!" Cody whined.
"Only a couple can win. Sorry dude, you're out."
"Awww," sighed Cody before climbing offstage with Gwen.
"I taste purple..." Sierra giggled before passing out.
"Umm, a little help here?" Noah called out as Chef rolled his eyes. The cook grudgingly got onto the platform and yanked Noah out of the floorboards with ease, but this sprained and splintered Noah's ankle further, leaving a bigger hole than there was before in the floorboards.
"Gee, thanks a lot..." Noah whimpered in a weaker voice, still sarcastic even though he was in pain as Chef carried him down the ladder. Right as Leshawna was trying to get on, Heather pushed to get on the ladder first.
"Out of the way, Le-Loser," Heather said as she hip-checked Leshawna and quickly crawled up to the dance floor.
"Ladies, ladies, no need to fight over me. There is plenty of Alejandro to go around," eased Alejandro.
"Ugh! You would think I'm fighting over you!" snapped Heather as she pointed her flicked open fan at the Spaniard.
"You and I are gonna rock the house, Big O! Yeah!" Izzy cheered as Owen bent the ladder to extremes, thinking it would break at any moment. But it held firm, now that the floorboard was supporting his weight, creating a slightly tilted bend on the platform.
"Ummm... is it safe up here?" Heather asked, concerned at the creaky, groaning noises the platform was making in distress.
"Nope. Aaaand BEGIN!"
"How about you dance and I'll just sway here?" Owen suggested, nervous about the rocking dance floor.
"Sounds good to me!" Izzy replied as she spun around in circles. "Whooo! Look at my dress! It's so swirly! Twirly twirly, ha ha ha!"
Rolling her eyes, Heather began clacking cautiously towards Alejandro before Leshawna intercepted her as revenge from before and cut in front of her with a smirk.
"Jealous that we have to share him instead of having him all to yourself?" fired back Leshawna, causing Heather to freeze.
"J-Jealous?! He's playing you, Leshawna, just like he did Bridgette!"
"I would never use women. I am a gentleman," he said in mock hurt before he kissed Leshawna's hand. She was too distracted to notice that Alejandro slowly edged the board that took out Sierra with his right foot to rest behind Leshawna's feet.
"Once he's done with you, you'll be the next to go," Heather said, crossing her arms.
"Whatever, girl, you crazy. Alejandro would never-ahhhhhhhh!" Leshawna cried out as she tripped over the loose floorboard and fell off, landing on her loquacious booty.
"Senorita, are you okay?" Alejandro called out, feigning concern over his fallen teammate.
"I'm okay, sugar. Takes more than a fall to stop this bootylicious beauty."
Heather stopped, waiting expectantly for Chris to say that Owen and Izzy had won, but the host simply stood there with his bullhorn.
"Well? Aren't you going to declare Owen and Izzy the winners?" she asked, not even wanting to describe how weird those two looked dancing together.
"I said the last couple standing wins. Honestly, the fact that Leshawna fell off just means Team Victory doesn't get a point. You guys are still in the game."
"Wonderful..." mumbled Alejandro as he hid a small, disappointed frown as he returned to dance with Heather, albeit, a bit slower than last time. And Heather began taking notice. He couldn't have been more interested in dancing with Leshawna... could he? No! There had to be a reason to why he had slowed down.
He had been dancing excellently before, as much as she hated to admit it. He clearly knew what he was doing. Not like she wanted to dance with him.
As much as Leshawna bugged her, she would have preferred to have been dancing with her over Alejandro. But her gaining a point would have meant Team Victory would have won. So... he must have been the one to make Leshawna fall! He was trying to lose! If Izzy and Owen won, they would add two more points to Alejandro's team, which was worth much more than if Alejandro and her had won. But she couldn't let that happen! She had to win, and this meant by any means necessary. Two could play at this game!
"What's the matter, Alejandro? Losing steam?" she jeered.
"Never. My Latin blood wouldn't allow it. I am merely just concerned on behalf of Leshawna. I would hate it if you had hurt yourself that same way she did."
"Oh pluh-ease! For a true Spaniard, you sure do suck when it comes to Flamenco dancing. I bet you're scared that you can't dance and don't want to be embarrassed on national TV. I bet you couldn't dance yourself out of a corner."
"Is that a challenge?" he grinned, fire sparking slighty behind his eyes showing his slightly more malevolent side for a split second. He was tempted at the possibility of challenging and taking down Heather. She leaned close, increasing the tension between the two.
"I don't know. Won't be much of a challenge if you keep dancing like that."
"Whoa! Things got heated really fast!" Chris grinned at the unexpected twist.
"May the best competitor win?" Alejandro offered.
"Thanks. I plan to," Heather sniffed as they circled around each other. They looked like two crouching jaguars, ready to tear at each other's throat.
"That all you got?" Heather challenged, impressively dancing lightly on her heels to the rhythm as she spun around while holding the edge of her dress. Her years of ballet were finally paying off.
"Not even close!" Alejandro grinned, putting both his arms behind his back and began unleashing a crazy amount of movement with his feet that looked vaguely like Michael Flately's Lord of the Dance.
BZZZT!
"Okay, no guy should be able to move that fast," Noah observed. "Heck, no human being should be able to dance that fast. It was like his legs were flailing independent from his body."
BZZZT!
"Nice going, Al! Let me try!" Owen cheered before he tried to lift his leg over his knee, which was harder for him with his short, stubby legs. But because he placed all his weight onto his foot near the hole and tried to hop at the same time, Owen's large steps shook the platform, nearly knocking Alejandro and Heather off beat, which was enough to put he and Izzy through the platform and into the bull corral.
"And Heather and Alejandro win! A point each to Team Amazon and Chris is Reaaaaaally Crazy Hot, which means, the teams are now tied," Chris announced before loud sounds of distress and screaming were heard from the pen. As the bulls rattled and thrashed against the gate, the platform supports gave out and collapsed on one side, knocking Heather and Alejandro off.
"I was hoping that would happen. Guess this can be your next challenge. The duos are now dissolved. The first team to cross into the finish line into the bullring stadium gets an advantage in the next challenge."
"I think I just remembered what Pamplona is known for..." Alejandro uttered as he backed away slowly from the pen. "Chris... what day is it again?"
"July 7th?" Chris shrugged.
"Oh no..."
"Oh yes."
"That's the week of the San Fermin festival, which means that-" Alejandro exclaimed as his eyes widened at the pen that now had two horns go through it. "-this is the annual Running of the Bulls!"
"In the spirit of competition, I will give you lot a ten second head start. One, Two..." Chris began as everyone gasped and began gathering next to their teammates. "...Ten."
With that shocking revelation, Chris signaled Chef to open the gates, which slammed out hundreds of stampeding bulls.
"RUN!" shrieked Cody as the contestants ran off screaming towards the Pamplona streets.
"Heh heh... hey there fellas. Don't mind us. We were just...LEAVING!" Owen sped off as fast as he could as the bulls were jabbing him from behind.
"YEE HAW! Ride 'em, cowboy! YEAH!" cheered Izzy, who was now on top of one of the bulls and riding the last of them towards the arena.
The contestants began taking off down the streets, dodging the stampeding bulls' horns. Many had tried shaking the bars of the surrounding areas, but it was no use. Everything was sealed up for the annual San Fermin festival.
"Nice bull! Good bull!" DJ eased before himself, Lindsay, and Leshawna ran for their lives.
"Everyone, move towards the side! The bulls gore less people who are in their way!" Alejandro instructed as Noah and Tyler moved towards the right side. Both were still injured from the challenge from before, so their group was moving slower than Alejandro would have liked.
Tyler, unfortunately, was still recovering from his fall and got knocked over and slightly trampled.
"Owww..." he whined before Alejandro sighed and helped him back up. Team Amazon was hot on their trail on the left side of the stampede, but they were slowing down from Sierra's extra weight.
"Move faster!" Heather ordered as Cody was falling further behind the pack in exhaustion.
"Speak for yourself!" he panted as he and Gwen were the only ones holding onto Sierra.
"Ugh, these dresses were NOT made for this!" commented Heather as she held up the edges of her dress to keep from tripping.
"And neither were these heels, ow!" Courtney whined before she managed to hop and try to take them off.
"That's why I kept on my boots and tights," Gwen stated. "But did anyone listen to me? Noooo-"
"Oh stuff it, Gwen!" Heather snapped back. "Ladies, take off your heels. We are still going to win this."
The girls, aside from Gwen, who took off Sierra's shoes, managed to take shelter behind an old food cart that hadn't been fenced around the barrier, but the bulls were close to knocking it completely over. Gratefully, they had managed to get all their shoes off before it gave out.
"Fire at will!" Heather called out as she flung her right shoe towards Team Chris is R.R.R.R. Hot, hitting Noah squarely back in the head.
"Seriously!?"
"Nothing personal!" Gwen called out to the fallen over Noah.
"Oh yeah? Then I'll make sure to remember that when you have something flung at your face," he said before he was quickly scooped up from the dirt by Alejandro.
The barrage of heels flew into the air, many of the other teams trying to dodge them. Team Victory was in third place, but due to DJ's curse, the bulls that went after him began plowing into each other.
"Hey guys!" said Izzy, who rode a bull next to Alejandro.
"Have you seen Owen?" Alejandro asked, not even surprised Izzy was riding a bull.
"Big O? Yeah, I thought he was right behind me..." she commented thoughtfully before she heard the screams of her boyfriend behind her. Owen was moving up and down in the herd of bulls like a dolphin jumping out of the water.
"We can do this! We can make it!" Tyler cheered before he cried out as a heel knocked him right in the kiwis, going down once again.
The sudden obstacle made Alejandro trip over him, throwing Noah to the ground and blocking the path with Owen, diverting Izzy and her bulls into the side wall.
"That's for before, you jerk!" Courtney smirked as Team Amazon finally made it in the bullring.
"And Team Amazon gains an advantage in the next challenge!" Chris announced as Team Victory ran in right after them. Determined to get a spot, Alejandro used his sash and made it into a makeshift lasso and roped one of the bulls running into the ring. Him and five other bulls made it in before the gates were shut.
"Did we win...?" Sierra asked blearily, finally coming around.
"For your next challenge, you will be taking on two bulls each in the ring in honor of the infamous Spanish sport, bullfighting! However, instead of swords, you will be taking down the bulls with these taser batons. The team that takes down their bulls first wins immunity. The losers will be facing elimination tonight."
"Team Amazon, because you finished first, you will provided with a red cape and, one of your bulls will be... Owen!" Chris said as Chef rolled him out with a cow hat on his head.
"Alejandro, because your team was unable to cross the finish line, you will be taking on this challenge alone."
"Ah mierda..." Alejandro cursed lowly.
"Thanks for leaving us behind to die, you jerk," Noah growled.
"I did not leave you behind. I just couldn't take any of you with me. Owen's weight made sure of that..." Alejandro said as he glared slightly at Owen. "And besides, if I didn't try to get in there, we wouldn't even be competing."
"However, because Sierra is out of commission, I only need three competitors from Team Amazon to do this, one of them being the matador and the other two being the picadors, which are the people who assist the matador in taking down the bull."
"I'll do it. Someone has to," Heather, taking charge as usual, took the cape from Chris.
"I'll help, only to see if there's a possiblility of Heather getting gored," Gwen volunteered.
"Me too," Courtney added.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence..." Heather scowled before turned back towards the fight. Owen, she was sure to take down, but an actual bull? That might be a problem.
"And...vamanos!" Everyone, aside from Alejandro, had a confused look which made Chris frown. "That means 'go...'"
The bulls were released from their restraints and began snorting and running around the ring. In the Amazon's ring, it aimed for Heather almost immediately. The queen bee screamed as it charged after her.
"Wow, Heather doesn't even need the cape. Her dress is red enough to tick off the bull," Gwen stated as she and Courntey laughed as she ran around the ring, flinging her cape onto the bull, blinding him. Confused, he spun around and knocked into Owen, who wheezed from the impact.
"Now's our chance to take down Owen!" Gwen said as her partner ran towards the big guy, armed to the teeth.
"Venga, toro! Te venga!" Alejandro ordered as he flashed his red-orange sash at the bull, which pawed and snorted angrily as it charged at the Spaniard. Only seconds away from danger, he managed to step just out of the way of the bull's impeding path. It was almost an art form, dodging it with his low dance movements as both the bulls scratched their horns into the dirt, creating little figure eights with every artful dodge. However, as skilled as he was, Alejandro could only take down one bull at a time. Soon, the other would start figuring out that he had a weapon underneath this sash as he shocked them periodically.
In Team Victory's ring, Lindsay and Leshawna called over the bulls so that DJ could stop them.
"Here bull-ey bull!" Lindsay called, which had a bull chase after her. Before it could get her, Leshawna jabbed it with an electric charge. However, the baton only seemed to stun it.
"Looks like these guys are going to need a little more juice before they go down," she observed before running away in terror from the bull she just stabbed. "Get him, DJ!"
"No! I-! I can't! I don't want to hurt them!" DJ cried.
"You have to! It's the only way we'll win!" It was at that moment that everyone heard the chime that signaled the daily song every episode.
"Aaaand it's showtime!" Chris announced as a slow Spanish guitar began playing in the background. DJ, who sadly looked up at the bull, began the calming ballad:
Toro, I am humble
for tonight I understand
Your royal blood was never meant to decorate this sand
You have suffered great injustice,
So have thousands before you
I offer an apology, and one long overdue.
I am sorry
Toro, I am sorry
Hear my song and know I sing the truth
Although you were bred to fight,
I look for kindness in your heart tonight
And if you can forgive, and if you can forgive
Love can truly live
And if you can forgive, and if you can forgive
Love can truly live...
Alejandro also decided to follow after DJ, since the bulls were now starting to calm down, and laid down his sash and began singing in Spanish:
Torro, estoy asustado,
pero voy a usar mi último aliento,
para decirte que lo siento,
vamos a terminar esta danza de la muerte.
Dos siglos de agonía,
que a su corazón, le enviamos,
aquí y ahora con mi enmienda,
los extremos de matanza sin sentido
me perdonas? Toro ¿me perdonas?
mi verdad, esta en esta cancion,
Si nose quisimos matar,
te ruego que hoy me puedas escuchar,
Si puedes perdonar, si puedes perdonar.
La paz llegara,
Si puede perdonar, el amor vivira.
Siempre vivira...
As the lyrics floated over the bull's ears, it gently snorted and allowed Alejandro to place his hand on its snout.
Si puedes perdonar, el amor vivira,
Siempre, siempre vivira...
By the end of the song, the Amazons had already taken down their bulls and Owen, who had been entranced by Alejandro's singing.
"And Team Amazon takes the challenge!"
The bulls under DJ's trance suddenly snapped out of it from Chris's bullhorn and gunned for him, but missed and ended up hitting the wall, knocking themselves out.
"Nooooooo!" DJ cried out before he broke down sobbing.
"And Team Victory comes in second, which leaves Team Chris is Really, Really, Crazy, Super Hot for third place."
"What?!" Alejandro exclaimed. "But I calmed the bulls!"
"Dude, you were supposed to disable the bulls, not lull them to sleep. So... looks like you guys are up on the chopping block..." Chris lamented before smiling as he said, "of course, I would say this if it was an elimination challenge. But this is actually a reward challenge."
Team Chris began cheering loudly, grateful they had managed to avoid another elimination.
"Team Amazon, you are rewarded with the serenading styles of Eric Iglesias and Antonio Bandana CDs as you dine on delicious tapas and a steak dinner while you relax in first class. The rest of you, go to economy and receive nothing but PB&J."
The losers sighed and trudged back to the plane as Heather picked up and looked over the CDs.
"I took on a bull for CDs and a tapas steak dinner? What is with Chris and these super lame prizes? It's almost as lame as the meat grinder we got last challenge."
"Well, hopefully, you won't throw this one out of the plane too. I actually like Eric Iglesias," Courtney sniffed before she eagerly took the CD. Heather, wanting to gloat, sashayed over towards Alejandro and sneered.
"Looks like I lost fair and square, mi angel," Alejandro smiled, beefing up his charismatic charm.
"How does it feel to be in last place for the second time in a row? In your own country?"
"I try to think of it as a learning experience, and besides, with the way I performed in the ring, I'm not going home any time soon," Alejandro grinned. " See you at dinner, chica~"
"Yeah. Hope you like PB&J!" Heather called back as Chris ended the show with his standard calling card.
"Another country down and things are really spicing up. Will Team Chris is Really, Really Hot manage to survive with no eliminations and will they ever recover from their losing streak? Find out next time on TOTAL. DRAMA. WORLD TOUR!"