Title: Who Wants to Win a Million
Author: Amanda M. Daugherty
E-mail: Country_girl_2003@Yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Classification: Humor
Spoilers: NONE
Summary:
Disclaimers: Don't own JAG or Survivor.
Archiving: Don't care as long as my name stays on it
and you tell me where you archive it.
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CBS Studios
Hollywood, CA
CBS executive Mark Tiller walked into a large
room in the main building of CBS studios. In this
room where the thousands upon thousands of tapes
sent in for the very first Survivor TV show on CBS.
The idea was to put 16 castaways on a desert island
and have them complete each week for prizes and a
chance to win a million dollars. Every three days
somebody would be voted off the island. Mark Tiller
hired a team of specialists go though the tapes
people made and choose the final 25 people. Out of
those 25 he would pick the final 16 people that
would go to the island for 60 days.
Walking over to the TV/VCR combo on the desk he
reached in a large white box and grabbed the first
tape. He read the number.
"6" The sixth person to send in their tape
telling their name and why they should be on the
island. He searched his folder and came out with the
application for the sixth person to send in their
tape.
He finally found the sheet and read the
contestant's information. He read the name and then
pushed the tape in the VCR and watched as a person
came on the screen. He guessed that it was the
contestant. She had long blond hair and wore some
kind of leopard print skirt, with a black shirt and
a leopard print jacket. She kept walking through
what looked like a movie set toward this Hollywood
made island with the cameraman following her.
"Okay Mickey set up over there." The blond
pointed off screen and the cameraman moved.
"Okay am I on?" the blond waited a minute then
continued. "I'm Renee Peterson a director in
Hollywood. I should be on the island because I can
prove to my big, bad, macho boyfriend that I don't
need his protection even though I love it. I also
should be on there because it would be a great
movie, A Day in the Life of a Survivor: The Renee
Peterson Story." Renee said running her hand in
front of the camera imagining the title of the
movie. "Oh I look really great on camera. So pick me
or whatever because I certainly don't need the
money." The blond left the attention of the camera
and started yelling at some poor soul as the tape
ended. Mark made a few notes on her sheet then took
the tape out.
He placed in the next tape and an acquired
looking young man came on the screen.
"Hi my name is Alfred Aldridge. I'm a Lt. in the
US Navy currently stationed at the Judge Advocate
General Headquarters. I think I should be on this
island because I'll get a chance to use my Navy
training and if I should win I could pay off my
college loans and I wouldn't have to be stuck at sea
with a bunch of cocky naval aviators." The tape
ended and Mark put in another tape.
This time a medium height man with hair that
needed an oil change appeared.
"G'day." the man with an Australian accent said.
Behind him Mark could see one of the many topless
beaches in Sidney. "I'm Mic Brumby and I should be
on that island cause a reserved my commission and
moved to the states to be with my girl but she
dumped me for another bloke and I really need the
money." The Aussie continued on about his girl and
the other guy, but Mark didn't care he shut the tape
off and glanced at his watch. Realizing that only an
hour and a half had passed he decided that it was
too early for lunch and he played another tape and
their application. He leaned back in his chair and
watched as another idiot wanted to be on Survivor.
Sometimes he hated his job.
The next man that appeared was dressed in a
three piece suit and had a trench coat draped over
his arm. He looked like he was in a hurry.
"Hi I'm Clayton Webb, Special Assistant to the
Under Secretary of State and I really need to be on
this island. That's all I can say. I wish I could
tell you more, but I can't." The man walked off
screen and the tape ended. Sometimes he got such
weird tapes.
"I'm Jack Keeter from Maryland. I was told that
I had to do this by a guy that I know. So I really
don't know what to say except that it is important
that I need to be on that island for some reason."
That tape ended and another started to play.
"Hi!" A man with big ears and a strange looking
face said a little to cheerfully. "I'm a forensic
artist and I would be useful for me to be on this
island. I've noticed that they have several herbs
that you can't find in the states and it would be
better than his cell." The man let out a evil laugh
and Mark quickly shut the tape off.
"Hello, I'm Carylon Imes." a woman with short
red hair came on screen in the back ground you could
see other people seated at tables all in military
uniforms. "I really want to be on this island
because I could use the million and I'm really
looking forward to a new special assignment
somewhere tropical where I won't have to come back
for a murder case."
"I've got to make this quick." A man came on
screen dressed like a warrior. "Buda, Buda, Buda."
The man screamed at the camera. "Let me travel back
to my homeland. Back to the place where I was born,
back to the place where my family awaits my return.
Let me got back home." Mark looked at the number on
the tape. And found the application for 343 and
found that the strange man on the screen was a Jason
Tiner.
"Man these people are really weird." Mark
quickly ejected the tape and put in another one.
"Hey man listen I really need that million
dollars ever since that legal weenie I thought got
it put me out of a job. You figure that a man who
was an aviator would get it right? But nooo not him.
Him and his little winnie friends." Mark turned off
the tape. Did all his people choose Navy people.
"You know it would really do me some good to go
on this show. See I'm in really big trouble with
this Admiral, my mom's ex-boyfriend because he
thinks I wrecked his car. Which is a lie and now
he's partly convinced my mom that I really had
something to do with it. So maybe if I get on this
island I could get away from him and maybe get stung
by something and my mom will have to come to my
rescue." A snot nosed brat said on the screen. How
dumb can some people be?
"Hi I think I should be on the island because I
once had this boyfriend that thought that I couldn't
take care of myself and maybe that was true, but I
had a son to look after and my husband had just
died. Anyway I think I should be on the island
because my son is older now and I want to prove to
Harm that I can take care of myself."
"Rabb has been a pain in the ass ever since I
heard that awful name and a vacation is just what I
need or to get him out of Washington, but it doesn't
look like that's going to happen so a vacation is
the best solution. So what do you say?" The next
tape showed a short, plum, man with a voice scratchy
like an SOS pad.
"Hi my name is Alan Mattoni and my wife's been
sick lately and I'm left taking care of the baby and
working so I really need that million dollars. Not
to mention that it would be a great experience to
tell my kids one day." The African-American man
disappeared and another one came on.
"Listen here pal I was a deputy sheriff in New
Mexico, was a weapons instructer so I think I can
handle a few rats, snakes, bugs or what every you
throw at me. So come on I want to win a million."
Mark quickly stopped that tape. That man was just a
little bit too scary for him.
"Hi I'm Lt. Lauren Singer and I work for JAG.
I'm sneaky, lying deceiving, and I have what it
takes to win. So choose me or well you know what."
"I'm retired Admiral Thomas Boone and I fought
in Vietnam and I have what it takes to survive. You
want us to eat Snakes, rats, bugs well that's
nothing compared to what I had to do in Nam." Mark
had enough of all that. Finally it was noon and he
could take lunch.
When Mark got back to the office he had nine
tapes to review and then he had to pick a winner.
The first three he viewed where all pilots and all
there tapes had been done on a carrier. The next was
a psychiatrist that thought that she should go to
help the contestant deal with the stress of being on
the island. The next was a forensic pathologist who
seemed stable enough to go on the island, but he had
to wait and see. Next was a short, fat man who
looked good to go on the show, but was a little odd.
He kept going into detail about everything. Next was
a former seal that looked promising and then there
were the last two that looked like the best he'd
seen the entire time.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. Renee can we
just stop the tape." A tall handsome man complained.
Then the blond from the first video came on screen.
"Listen Harm you'd be perfect for this now just
tell them about yourself."
"No Renee."
"Okay fine I'll do it. This handsome man is
Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. and is a lawyer, but he
used to fly tomcats. Now he's had to survive on his
own before and I'm sure he could survive on that
island and win enough money to buy me a ring to
let's say put on my left ring finger." The tape
ended and Mark put in the next one.
"I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'm Lt.
Col. Sarah Mackenzie with the marine core. I could
really use the time away from Washington and not to
mention the money. So you can choose me or not, but
just think about it." The tape ended and Mark
started to go over the written applications and to
choose the 16 that would go to the island.
End Part 1 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!