*Alright, this is the final list of competitors! I'm sorry if you didn't make it, perhaps a different story? But anyways, I won't be starting this until I finish some other things I'm working on, so don't really be expecting it for a while. Anyways, on with the competitors!*
The empty Aftermath set wasn't as empty as it seemed as Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet tiptoed onto the stage, and set up a tripod camera.
"Hey." Chris whispered. "I'm trying to avoid Blaineley, so keep it down. Sh!" He said quickly, then held a sheet of paper up to the camera. "You see this, it's the moment you've all been waiting for-the list of campers for-"
"Total Drama Sunshine State." Chef said blandly, rolling his eyes.
"You weren't going to read that without me, were you?" asked a certain fake blonde schemer as she strutted out onto the stage.
"Oh man! You should've kept it down, Chef!" Chris whined. Blaineley smiled coyly and snatched the list from Chris. Her eyes scanned over the sheet for a moment before she clenched it in her fist and let out a frustrated growl.
"Who made this piece of crap up?" She screamed, which is when Chris stepped in front of her.
"Me! Chris...McLean!" He said with a pearly white smile.
"Well, I want this revised! Now!" She screamed. No passing interns looked up or even acknowledged her demand. Chris snatched the paper back from her tiny fist.
"Oh well, too late for that, let's get to the list!" The black-haired host said quickly and nervously. Blaineley rolled her eyes, but didn't protest any further as Chris read off the names.
"First up we have Kristen! Watch your wallets, folks." Chris said to the passer-bys. "Anyway, after that, we've got Juliet. It's not like we haven't had enough bossy uptight people on this show." He said, eyeing the woman next to him, while Chef could be heard in the background coughing. One could swear they heard Chef mutter
"Blaineley...Courtney...Heather...Chris" in between coughs.
"Next up we've got Ceasar and Allan. Looks like Ceasar's got some mad skills, and his buddy Allan's wicked on the sax." Chris complimented.
"Hey! How come you get to read all the names? I'm the host to, you know!" Blaineley yelled as she ripped the tattered paper from Chris' hands.
"Next up, she's a two-tone eyed, hog-tying chica!" Blaineley said with an accent and graceful body movements.
"Dixie!" Chris exclaimed. Blaineley looked irritably at him, to which Chris responded, "We haven't got all day."
"Ugh! Just red the next competitor's name!" She screamed.
"Next-up, we've got a rocker-chick who sings the lead for her band...To...Turkeyne-T-T-" Chris said, squinting at the messy sheet of paper.
"I think it's pronounced Tourniquet. And her name's Kat!" Blaineley announced to the screen.
"Whatever. Next we've got a happy-go-lucky girl. Well, she won't be once we're through with her!" Chris assured the viewers. "Sunny! And our next pick is the all American-er-Canadian I guess jock, Gavin!"
"Okay, my turn!" Blaineley said with a dainty clap of her hands. She grabbed the top of the paper, but Chris wouldn't release the bottom. She yanked harder on the already fragile sheet of paper, but it was futile. Chris refused to give up that easily. Within seconds, the duo was on the floor, battling it out for a piece of paper. You couldn't see either of them through the dust and dirt they were sending through the air, but a few names were choked out.
"Eric! Ow! Not the hair!"
"Lance! Hey! No pinching!"
"Mon-I better not break a nail doing this-ica!"
"Loretta. Ugh! My kiwis!"
"Jaycee! Ow! You've already resorted to biting?"
"T-T-T-" Chris stuttered. Then he tumbled to the ground, courtesy of a high-heeled foot sticking out. He stayed down as he continued talking. "Tan. His name's Tan, and he's Hawaiian...or something." He finished. Blaineley then pounced on him at full speed, trying to claw at him.
"Give me that list! Give it!" She screamed.
"So you can do what? Read Teddy's name?" Chris asked mockingly as he lunged at her knees.
"No! Maybe I wanted to read Jeos' name!" She screamed, opening her hands to ready her manicured nails.
"Well, you're certainly not going to get to read Charlotte's name before me." Taunted the man. Her face contorted with rage as she swung punches left and right. Chris replied with equal force punches. "Or Kyra, or Jimena, or-" They were at it full-on again, knocking over coffee tables, and lanterns, and whatnot, all for the list, which was gently laid on a couch cushion. Chef picked up the list and read the last name.
"Whoa, this chick looks like she got probed by aliens or something. Anyway, her name's Rose. Now get out of here before I call the cops!" Chef yelled in his military voice. He then shoved the camera off it's stand, and you could only hear and see static.
*There you have it! I hope everyone liked this, and thanks so much for sending in your OC's.*