AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM DUELER KING: Welcome to my newer project I like to call "Total Drama Tournament". In this story, Chris McLean hosts a Duel Monsters tournament in Yankee Stadium During the Fall. He invites sixteen duelists he toyed and invited to his three Total Drama Seasons. This story takes place after Total Drama World Tour and before Total Drama Reloaded begins at all. The winner of the tournament gets one hundred thousand dollars, and, if that person wants to, they can challenge Chris to a duel for more prizes. This story uses the TCG rules to the letter. Most cards will be banned and some might be used. The Destiny Heroes will have their Japanese names because I can't stand their American names. Another writer named Psychid promised me that he would help me with my story as my beta reader. I'll be working on this story full time and I'll be returning to Rising Darkness later this fall. I will be using real OCG/TCG cards only, so there are no anime cards or any cards made by other writers or myself in this story. With all that said and done, let's begin!
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DATELINE: Yankee Stadium, New York City. Here, we see a tall man with black hair and a five o'clock shadow on his face, wearing a navy blue jacket, beige pants, and black-and-white-colored sneakers, along with a duel disk on his arm, the model obviously being the same one used in the Battle City Finals.
This man was none other than Chris McLean: the same person who created, produced, and hosted Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action, and Total Drama World Tour, in that order. Judging by the duel disk he wore on his arm, it appeared that he had yet another season of Total Drama in mind; and one that would certainly be more entertaining than the previous three seasons. Combined, even!
"New York City: the city that never sleeps," Chris dramatically announced, squinting his eyes dramatically as well. "This very city includes many wonderful features, including the Statue of Liberty, Broadway, and much, much more.
"It is also the home to the official Yankee Stadium: the very same place where I, your honorable host Chris McLean, will hold an upcoming duel tournament! That's right, Total Drama fans: this season will involve the popular game of Duel Monsters, courtesy of official game creator and former Industrial Illusions President himself, Maximillion Pegasus!
"Now is the chance to experience a season to which sixteen of our old campers whether they are either your favorite campers to worship or ones you desperately hate you bash them senselessly in embarrassingly awful fan fictions will have a chance to participate in this tournament for a chance to win up to one hundred thousand dollars!
"Whereas one hundred thousand dollars might not seem that exciting a prize, compared to what you might have won in season two or season three, then boy, are you in for a surprise!
"The lucky camper or should I say duelist who manages to make their way into the winner's circle will have the chance to duel me, Chris McLean, for a prize of two million dollars and two of the rarest cards ever created by Maximillion Pegasus! But they must be careful; if the winner of the tournament loses to yours truly, they will be officially be humiliated and will leave with absolutely nothing!
"One by one, I have seen them duel; and judging by what I have seen, they most certainly have what it takes to enter this tournament! However, as most people say: there can be only one!
"Just who will compete, and just who will win? Find out in the brand-spanking, all-new, super-special-awesome season I would like to call
"TOTAL DRAMA TOURNAMENT!" There was a brief interlude of dramatic silence after he said the last word in the last sentence.
"Okay, Mr. McLean, that's a wrap!" shouted a random director from out of nowhere.
"Great," Chris breathed a sigh of relief. "I desperately need a drink at this point "
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TOTAL DRAMA TOURNAMENT
Written by: DUELER KING
Proofread by: PSYCHID
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Chapter One HERE WE GO AGAIN
Inside the Yankee Stadium, Chris was busying himself upon setting up some kind of machine that was designed to display which contestants were to participate in Chris's upcoming tournament, along with which participant would be facing against which participant.
"And now, for the final test!" Chris announced to himself. He turned on the computer, and a picture of each of the twenty-four former Total Drama contestants on the screen.
"Yes; it works!" Chris then cheered to himself. He then said, rubbing his hand mischievously, "I'll announce the sixteen lucky contestants one by one before we get this party started! Ooh, they'll think that this is yet another season full of painful, death-defying challenges, thus making each of their lives a living hell! But I'll show them!"
Suddenly, a muscular black man walked into the same room where Chris was. He had a permanent sneer and a unibrow, who wore a yellow shirt, green pants, and black shoes. He also wore what appeared to be a white chef's hat and a white apron.
This man was none other than Chef Hatchet: the very same person who was the co-host of the previous three Total Drama seasons, Chris's best and presumably only friend, and the tormentor of the former twenty-four Total Drama contestants.
"Hey-hey-hey!" said Chris with friendly laughter, spreading his arms wide. "If it isn't my own best bud and my co-host for the season!"
"Thanks, Chris!" replied Chef with a smile, but still using his gruff, manly voice. "But I just have one question "
"And what question would that me, mon compodr ?" asked Chris, modifying the machine a little bit more.
"You said there were going to be three hosts for this season: you, me, and some other dude you kept a secret about," Chef reminded Chris.
"Yeah; what about it?" asked Chris.
"Just who is this 'third host' going to be, and when will he be coming?" Chef gave Chris the question he wanted to ask him.
"Patience, my friend," Chris answered calmly, placing his hand on Chef's shoulder. "I'm sure that both of your questions will be answered when the time comes " Suddenly, the alarm on Chris's electronic watch started to sound. In response, Chris immediately looked at it and declared, "Chef the time has come!" Chris then proudly walked out of the room inside the stadium, while Chef helped move the machine out onto the platform.
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About less than ten minutes later, the entire audience in the stadium cheered as Chris McLean who was now wearing a fancy aqua blue suit appeared onto the platform, along with Chef Hatchet, who was still pulling the machine onto the same platform. One of Chris's interns also ran up to the platform, holding a handheld microphone in his hand, to which he gave it to Chris.
As soon as the intern left the platform, Chris turned on his microphone and, speaking right into it, excitedly asked the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready to experience yet another new tournament full of action, suspense, and, of course, drama?"
The entire audience cheered wilder than before in response to Chris's statement.
"Excellent!" responded the still excited, yet also pleased, Chris McLean. He presented the machine Chef brought out to the stage and presented, "This very machine that my good friend Chef just brought out to the stage will decide the sixteen competitors who will face off against one another for a fabulous prize perhaps more!
"Chef start 'er up!"
Chef pressed a button on the machine, and the pictures of the twenty-four former Total Drama contestants appeared on the screen. A white box surrounding the border of one of the competitors appeared around one of the contestants' pictures, and slid to the right quickly. After about six slides, the white box went down to the far left of the second row and continued on. After about thirty seconds or so, the square appeared to slow down.
"Alright, campers who are with us today," announced Chris, "once the white box appears on your picture and I call your name, I would like you to step down and have a seat in one of the sixteen seats laid out on the stadium!
"And the first contestant who will be participating in this tournament is Tyler!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on a picture of a teenage boy with brown hair, wearing a red headband and a red jumpsuit.
"YEAH, baby!" Tyler who had the exact same looks as his profile on the screen cheered to himself, as he quickly ran to the platform where Chris was standing. After he rapidly and excitedly shook Chris's hand, he took a seat in the far right of a row of sixteen chairs placed on the platform.
Chef pressed the button on the machine again, and the "player picking" process occurred again. This time, since he was already chosen, Tyler's picture was slightly darkened, and the white square did not pass his picture during the process.
"And our second contestant is Beth!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on a picture of a short teenage girl also with brown hair, but in a ponytail. She also wore square nerdy glasses, a light green shirt, a dark green skirt, pink pants, and white sneakers.
"Yay!" squealed Beth with excitement, quickly hopping down the stairs and up to the stadium to approach Chris. After giving him a big bear hug, she sat down next to Tyler, and Chef started up the machine again.
"Our third contestant is Sierra!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on a picture of another short teenage girl with violet-dyed hair, a yellow midriff, light blue jeans, and sea green shoes.
"EEEEE!" Sierra also squealed with excitement probably with more excitement than Beth's as she ran down to the platform to excitedly greet Chris. Before she took her seat, Chris grabbed her by the shoulder, turned off his microphone, and rashly whispered a warning into her ear: "I'll give your only warning that if you say one more just one more humiliating thing about me like you did in New York during our last season, you're immediately eliminated from the tournament. Understand?" Sierra quickly nodded yes and slowly sat next to Beth without saying a word.
"Our fourth contestant is Owen!" announced Chris with the microphone on. Sometime after Chef started up the machine once again, the white box landed on a picture of an obese teenage male with blonde hair, beige shorts, and a large white T-shirt with a green Canadian leaf decorated on the front.
"BOO-YAH!" cheered Owen, as he was about to run over to the platform. Unfortunately, due to his excessive weight, he lost balance on the steps, which caused him to tumble down to the platform. Eventually, he (surprisingly) managed to get himself up to shake Chris's hand. He then took his seat next to Sierra which resulted in his own chair being squashed like a pancake because of his weight.
"Um feel free to put that on my bill " chuckled Chris. Chef said nothing as he quickly started up the "participant picking" process once again.
"Our fifth contestant is Duncan!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on the picture of a teenage boy with an unshaven beard and short, black hair with some of it dyed lime green in the style of a Mohawk. He also wore a beige, long-sleeved shirt underneath a black T-shirt with some kind of beige skull decorated on the front, navy blue shorts, and red sneakers.
"Oh, yeah!" cheered Duncan, as he strolled down the stairs. As he did this, he repeatedly punched one of his clenched fists into the palm of his other hand, vowing, "I'm here to kick ass and play Duel Monsters! And I'm all out of ass!"
As soon as he approached the platform, Chris stuck out his hand in hopes that Duncan would shake his in friendship. Unfortunately to him, Duncan just glared at him as he took his seat next to Owen, who was simply sitting on the ground (his chair was squashed, after all). After he took his seat, Chef started up the process once again.
"Our sixth contestant is Noah!" announced Chris, as the white box landed on the picture of a short teenage boy of Indian descent. He had long black hair, a white and red vest, gray shorts, and black sneakers.
"Oh, joy: yet another season full of meaningless challenges that will probably kill us. What fun," Noah groaned, being the sarcastic character most of us all know and love. Despite what he said, he still headed down the stairs onto the platform, and sat right next to Duncan.
"Our seventh contestant is Harold!" announced Chris, as the white box landed on the picture of what appeared to be an almost emaciated teenage boy with red hair, geeky glasses with lime-green-tinted lenses, a red, long-sleeved shirt underneath a blue T-shirt with some kind of planet on it, beige pants, and white sneakers.
"Huhuhuhuh, score " said Harold with a stupid laugh. He kept doing his stupid laugh as he walked down the stairs to the platform, and sat next to Noah.
"Our eighth contestant is DJ!" announced Chris, as the white box landed on the picture of a muscular teenage boy of Jamaican descent, who wore a white cap, a green T-shirt with a red "D" decorated on the front, beige shorts, and brown sandals.
"Yeah!" cheered DJ, running down the stairs to the platform to greet Chris. After he friendly shook his hand, he took his seat next to Harold.
"Eight contestants down, and eight to go!" announced Chris, rubbing his chin as he observed the eight remaining empty seats on the platform. Chef started up the process on the machine once again, to which the story's beta-reader really needs to stop mentioning this action over and over again at this point. "Left and right, it goes! Where will it stop? Only this baby knows!
"And it looks like it's stopping right on Alejandro, our ninth contestant!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on the picture of a teenage boy of Spanish descent. He had dark brown hair, and wore a white T-shirt underneath a red jacket, blue jeans, and brown sneakers. His expression was handsome yet deceiving at the same time.
Alejandro being his beguiling self smiled mischievously, but said nothing as he headed towards the platform and took his seat next to DJ.
"Our tenth contestant is LeShawna!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on the picture of a teenage girl with black hair in a ponytail, wearing a beige shirt with four cumquats decorated on the front, blue jeans, and brown sandals.
"Aw, hell yeah!" cheered LeShawna, running down the stairs to the platform. "This gal's gonna give it her all in this tournament; and she'll win it, for sure!"
As she sat down next to Alejandro, Alejandro greeted LeShawna in his beguiling tone of voice, "Why hello there, my sweet "
"Back off, you jerk!" LeShawna snapped at him. "After what you've done to me in the third season, I am never going to speak to you again!"
"What are you talking about?" Alejandro replied, trying to play innocent. "I would never do anything to someone like you!"
"Apparently you don't remember the TDWT episode entitled 'Slap Slap Revolution'," LeShawna reminded him with a sneer. Alejandro then remained silent as he turned his head away from her.
"Our eleventh contestant is Cody!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on the picture of yet another short teenage boy, this time with brown hair, a beige T-shirt with a green stripe, dark gray jeans, and white sneakers.
"Yes!" cheered Cody; his smile also revealed that he had a gap in his buck teeth, which really didn't matter. What mattered was that Cody made his way down to the platform and sat next to LeShawna.
"Oh, Cody-poo!" cooed Sierra, waving towards Cody and puckering her lips. This made Cody shudder a little.
"Our twelfth contestant is " announced Chris, as the white box landed on a picture that made the current qualified competitors gasp with fear.
"No!" gasped Beth.
"Not her!" Duncan also gasped.
"Anyone but her!" LeShawna wailed.
"I'm afraid so, competitors," snickered Chris. "Our twelfth contestant is none other than Heather!"
Heather was a teenage girl who appeared to be of Asian descent, with silky black hair and light brown eyes, wearing a red bikini top, beige shorts supported by a black belt, and gray sandals. Hearing her name called, she stood up from her seat and made her way down the steps, full of pride. However, since I'm sure that most TDI fans of today are obnoxious, whiny, immature brats who desperately hater her guts, they all booed and hissed at her as she made her way down the steps.
Heather, of course, was rather frustrated by all the booing and hissing. However, even she knew that she shouldn't resort to violence at a time like this. So instead, she flipped the audience off with her hand held high, causing everyone to stop what they were doing as she took her seat next to Cody.
"That was a shocker " said a slightly disturbed Chris. He shook his head a bit, and reverted back to announcing the contestants who would be participating in his tournament.
"Our thirteenth contestant is Gwen!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on the picture of a teenage girl with black hair with turquoise streaks in it. She also wore a shirt consisted of a black body and lime green sleeves, a forest green skirt, black stockings, and black boots. Gwen said nothing, but rather smiled, as she headed down the stairs to take her seat next to Heather.
"Our fourteenth contestant is Courtney!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on another teenage girl with caramel skin and chocolate brown hair. She wore a dark gray shirt with white sleeves, gray-brown pants, and gray sandals. Like Gwen, Courtney said nothing, but rather smiled as she took her seat next to Gwen.
"Hey, babe," Duncan called to Courtney from his own seat.
"Shut up, Duncan!" snapped Courtney, glaring at him. "I'm never going to forgive you for cheating on me! You know, now that I think about it, Freehugs41 has every right to call you a scumbag for this!" Duncan said nothing as he returned back to his seat.
"Our fifteenth contestant is Lindsay!" announced Chris, as the white box stopped on yet another teenage girl with blond hair, decorated with a light blue bonnet. She wore a red shirt underneath a beige vest, an orange shirt, and brown leather cowgirl boots.
"Ya-ay!" cheered Lindsay as she skipped down the stairs to the platform. After she gave Chris a hug, she sat down next to Courtney.
"With fifteen contestants so far, we now have one more to go!" Chris excitedly announced. "I wonder who it will be ?" As the white box landed on the picture of the final contestant, everyone in the seats of both the platform and the audience gasped. Chris himself couldn't believe what he just saw.
"It's um uh " said an uneasy Chris, sweating a bit.
"C'mon, buttmunch!" said a somewhat raspy voice coming from the audience. "Hehe! Like, say my name or something, dammit! Hehehe!" The voice had a raspy laugh that was almost as stupid as Harold's; perhaps, even stupider.
Chris just groaned as he placed his hand upon his eyes. He slowly spoke into the microphone, "Our final contestant, unfortunately, is Ezekiel "
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" snickered Ezekiel, walking down the stairs. He was a short teenage boy wearing a dark green beanie, a heavy green sweatshirt with a hood, blue jeans, and dark gray sneakers. He kept snickering all the way to the platform, and he kept snickering as he took the final seat, right next to Lindsay.
"These are the sixteen contestants, ladies and gentlemen!" Chris presented the competitors to the audience; the audience, of course, cheered wildly in response.
"Now, let's get down to business," declared Chris, turning his attention to Noah. "Noah: if I'm correct, you had a concern about this season being one filled with 'meaningless challenges that will probably kill you all'?"
"Wait, how did you-" Noah began to protest. Then he realized: "Oh, right: the fourth wall is being broken. I forgot "
"Well, I'm afraid you're wrong, my friend!" Chris corrected him. "This season will actually be more like a tournament: a tournament of Duel Monsters!" Once again, the audience cheered wildly in response.
"Here's how this tournament will work," explained Chris. "If you win one match, you will advance to the next round. However, if you happen to lose a match, you will be out of the tournament! And you can never come back EVER!" The last part silenced the competitors completely.
"The last camper or should I say duelist standing will receive a very special prize of one hundred thousand dollars!" Chris excitedly announced.
"How will that benefit us?" protested Heather. "I mean, sure it may have been worth a lot in season one, but it's less than what was to be offered in seasons two and three!"
"That's why I have added a little surprise," snickered Chris. "If you happen to be the winner of the tournament, you can then challenge me to a duel for a chance to win an even bigger prize: two million dollars and two of the rarest cards ever created in the game of Duel Monsters!" The competitors, including Heather, gasped in awe after what they just hear.
"But be careful," warned Chris. "If you happen to lose against me, you will go home with absolutely nothing!" This silenced the competitors a bit.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen," announced Chris, "I have a very special treat for you all! Besides Chef Hatchet and I, there is another certain someone who will be hosting the tournament along with us! Joining us right now is the man who managed to come right from the infamous region of Satellite into the famous region of Neo Domino City both of which are located in Japan and remained victorious in the Fortune Cup, and will be wedded to his fianc e, Miss Akiza Izinski, as of this upcoming summer. Give it up for
"YUSEI FUDO!"
With that said, Yusei who was now an adult, but with the same style clothing and the same hairstyle being a ripoff of Yugi Muto's entered the stadium, riding his famous red duel runner. After about one lap or so, he parked his runner beside a stadium wall, and headed up to the platform to greet Chris.
"No way!" gasped Gwen in amazement.
"I can't believe it; it's really Yusei Fudo!" Owen also gasped in amazement.
"I've seen him duel before; and he has some of the rarest cards ever to exist!" gasped an amazed DJ.
"Really, now?" Alejandro asked to himself, mischievously rubbing his chin. I'll bet if I had some of those cards, they could really come in handy for when I duel
After he shook Chris's hand, Yusei grabbed hold of the microphone and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen: it is truly an honor to be serving as one of the hosts in this very tournament! And Chris, Chef, and I will be sure that this tournament will be one of the most exciting tournaments you have ever experienced in your lives!" The audience cheered at their wildest in response.
"Thank you, Mr. Fudo!" said Chris, taking the microphone back from Yusei. "The tournament will start tomorrow at ten o'clock sharp, and will be held right here in this stadium. This, my friends, will be known as the very first duel of the first round; and trust me when I say that it will be very exciting, indeed!
"Speaking of which, let us see who will be facing off in the first duel; shall we?"
Chef pressed a different button on the machine, and the pictures of each of the sixteen competitors appeared on the screen. A blue box then appeared on Tyler's picture, and it kept going right, then down after shifting to the right by three squares. The blue box eventually landed on Noah's picture.
"Now, let's see who Noah will be facing off against!" declared Chris. A red box then appeared, and performed its shifting in the same manner as the blue box. The red box eventually landed on Ezekiel's picture.
"Well, well, well!" chuckled Chris. "It looks like the first round will be against Noah and Ezekiel!"
"Pfft, piece of cake," pouted Noah, standing up.
"No way, asswipe! Hehe!" protested Ezekiel, quickly standing up. "With my deck, I'm going to, like, um, hehe, beat you with it, or something Hehehe. Then, when I win, I'm, like, going to burn your deck, or something! Hehe! FIRE, FIRE! YEAH, YEAH! HeheheheheHEHEHEhehehe!"
"As if!" said Heather, rolling her eyes. "I'll bet you're going to get your sorry but kicked in the first round, just like it was in seasons one and three!"
"Chyeah; everybody knows that, dumbass!" added Harold.
"Hehe- shut up, fartknocker!" Ezekiel shouted at Harold.
"Wow big words, indeed " Chris observed. He turned towards the audience and officially began to announce:
"Just who will win the very first match of the start of our new season? And who will be the first to send their sorry butt packing to Loserville? Find out in the next chapter of
"TOTAL DRAMA TOURNAMENT!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM DUELER KING: Who will win the first match: Noah or Ezekiel and then which two will be dueling in the second match? Find out in "Let the games begin!", coming soon.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM PSYCHID: And there you have it, folks: the pilot chapter to Dueler King's newest story, Total Drama Tournament! Sure, some of you might be offended that the story takes place some years after 5D's, and the fact that the TDI characters have remained young somehow. Hell, you might be offended by the fact that I, Psychid, have altered Ezekiel and Harold's personalities a bit (I'm sorry; I couldn't help myself on that part)! Still, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :D
And sure, I may be a bit disappointed that this story might not have any anime-only cards or cards that have been created by Dueler King, me, or any other writer on this site. If there's one thing that I love about YGO-related stories like this, then it has to be creative cards made by me or any other author on this site (sorry you had to hear this, DK). Still, I enjoyed writing this chapter, and I'm sure to keep on enjoying writing this story as I move along! And as official beta-reader for this story, I'll do whatever it takes to make this story one of the best stories you have ever read, even if it means defying the laws of physics!
I hope you enjoy what's to come on Total Drama Tournament, posted here on Fan-Fiction-dot-Net! :D
Harold: Huhuhuhuhuh Hey, Zeke, check it out: he said "net"
Ezekiel: Oh, yeah
(Both Ezekiel and Harold do their stupid laughs at the same time towards the end of the chapter)
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