Welcome back to TDIR, where the 20 contestants have chosen their numbers, and therefore, their cars. Now, we will go Qualifying time! And, this is also where the teams get set up! Who will win, and who will fall? Find out here, on TOTAL
DRAMA
INDY
RACING!
"Now, All 20 of you, will go in my prescribed order in Qualification. I prescribe that we go qualify in the finishing order of Season 1! That means Owen goes First, Then Gwen, Heather, Duncan, LeShawna, Geoff, Izzy, DJ, Lindsey, etc. Sierra will go after everyone else has gone, and Blainely will be the last, because she finished worse then Sierra in TDWT! Now BEGIN!
-Owen's Qualifying run-
Chris and Chef are sitting in the announcers booth, watching as Owen's 24 drives by. Pumping a fist in the air, he dives into turn 1, with no problem. In fact, both laps he complete very well, a speed of 219.708 mph.
"Very nice Chef. Wouldn't you agree?"
"No. I've seen faster at this place."
-Gwen's Qualifying run-
Gwen gets a great start, but on her second lap, in the 1st turn, her car gets loose, and so she has to steer it below the white line to keep from loosing it completely. This results in a automatic 5 second penalty.
-Heather's Qualifying run-
The defending Total Drama winner put down a blistering Qualifying run of 221.35 mph. It was so flawless, that when she got out of the car, several drivers that would be competing for Indy rookie of the year honors came up to her and asked her secret., TO which she merely kept quiet, but flirted with several of them.
-Heather's POV-
"See. I already have put down most of the Competition." She files her nails a little longer, then blows on them. "Besides, best thing I can do in this race, is start as far up front as I can."
-Normal POV-
-Duncan's Qualifying run-
Duncan ran a average lap around the track, just 219.988 miles an hour, very, very short of making it into the 220 club. He gets out, and kicks the pit wall in anger.
-Duncan's POV-
"What? I needed something to kick!"
-Normal POV-
-LeShawna's Qualifying run-
The busty black female put down the slowest lap of the day, just 215.78 miles an hour. It didn't help that the brake ended up jammed in 50% on the last half of her second lap.
-Geoff's Qualifying run-
Geoff had a lot of complaints on not being able to run without his lucky hat, but nevertheless, he did drive in a full faced closed helmet, and put down a lap time just slightly faster then Owen's, at a run of 219.712 miles per hour .
-Izzy's Qualifying run-
Izzy got right to it, and got all the way up to 225 at one point, but she got tight coming out of turn 4 on her last lap, so she had to settle for what was only slightly better to Heather by .124 mph.
-DJ's Qualifying run-
DJ purposely ran slow, so that way he wouldn't 'run over any innocent animals.' he claimed. His lap was a boring 207.81 miles per hour.
-Lindsey's Qualifying run-
Lindsey tried, but it was so hard, that although she hit huge speed on the straight-aways, she nearly lost in in turn 3 twice, and turn 1 on her second lap. It buried her with a 217.486 miles per hour.
-Bridgette's Qualifying run-
The blond surfer ran extremely well on both laps, or so she thought. Somehow, she ended up with only a 218.004 miles per hour speed.
-Harold's Qualifying run-
Harold was so wicked on his run, that he rammed up to speeds of 225, but on the second lap, he got sideways in the short chute between turns 3 and 4, and nearly sent the car into the infield. HE gathered it back up, and the red-headed geek made it up to 219.989 miles an hour, slightly faster then Duncan.
Harold stepped out, very proud after the speed was announced to him, and that he was now AHEAD of Duncan by one thousands of a mph.
"Yep. That's my awesome skills. But unlike him, I got it sideways, so despite being flawed, I still did better then him." He smiled at the reporters. However, after the press left his, the pyro knocked the feet out from under him.
-Courtney's Qualifying run-
Courtney did her run quite fast, but on the backstretch, the wheel nearly came detached from the car after having been improperly installed. With some nifty driving, she was able to nurse it to the end, but a long ways back, only a 121.505 MPH speed.
-Beth's Qualifying run-
Beth was quite mediocre on her run, but considering the difficulty of the cars, and her hard yanking of the steering wheel, she figured that it was way to tight, and on her first lap, in Turn 3, she nearly got into the wall. Her speed was 217.235 mph.
-Cody's Qualifying run-
Cody was so blistering fast, he instantly stole the top spot from Izzy and Heather, Nailing 224.506 on the board. Upon getting out, he waved, and even more people encircled him, wanting to know his secrets.
"All in the right lane dudes! All in the right lane." HE smiled, then walked behind the wall, only to get glomped by Sierra.
-Tyler's Qualifying run-
Tyler's was a bit better then his girlfriend's, hitting a solid 217.961 mph.
-Justin's Qualifying run-
IF anyone thought Cody's was fast, Justin blew the field away with an over the top performance at 224.978 mph. Getting out, he removed his helmet, and flashed his famous grin, near completely ensured that he had the Pole.
-Noah's Qualifying run-
"Oh glorious" Was all he remarked after spinning the car through the grass in turn 3, but not hitting anything. "I don't think I could of asked for a better run." HE sarcastically, as usual, pouted, just inching across the line for a 145.732 miles per hour.
-Ezekiel's Qualifying run-
Everyone laughed as he fumbled to get into the car, and on his pace lap, he nearly turned the car into the wall in turn 2. But all critics were silenced as him, of all people, came out of nowhere, and swept the pole with a stunning 225.975 mph, nearly a whole mile faster then Justin!
-Sierra's Qualifying run-
The dark skinned fan girl screamed in delight as she whooshed her incredibly fast first lap that could of take 2nd from Justin. But she wasn't as consistent on her 2nd lap for some unknown reason, so she fell to a speed of 221 miles per hour on the nose.
-Blainely's Qualifying run-
Blainely was bithcing going to the car, bithcing as she strapped in, bithcing on her warm up lap, and bithced on her first lap. Chris muted her microphone, then decided to turn it back on as she went down the backstretch, deciding to entertain the fans with her rants.
But even more entertaining was how her front end lost all of it's grip, and got airborne at a 40 degree angle to the ground. The car's nose landed, or better terminology would be slammed, onto the safer barrier. The front end of the car was torn to pieces, and the car slid down the track and toward the grass. Just to make it even crazier, the rear wing on the car was knocked out of place, so as the car began sliding backwards coming out of turn 3, the car leaped 15 feet in the air, then violently slammed back onto all fours, sliding into the grass, as she didn't even get to finishing her lap due to her airborne crash.
"OH that's going to hurt! But, It's all the better for ratings!" Chris remarked as she climbed form the destroyed piece of machinery, and kicked it repeatedly, cursing it, the contestants that voted her off in TDWT, and Chris.
-End Qualifying-
"Very, Very nice all of you! In fact, The top 4 get a special treat. Because the top 4 all put down laps faster then 221, minus Heather, because it would be hard to have 5 teams of 4 people, the top four will choose 4 people for their own teams!" He smiled knowingly. "Ezekiel, Justin, Cody, and Izzy, Please stand to my right, while everyone else has to be with Chef facing us!" Everyone lined up as so, with Cody, Izzy, Justin, and Ezekiel all sitting on the pit road wall, backs to the track, while the other 16 contestants stood along the inside pit lane.
"Ezekiel, You choose first. Then Justin, Cody, Izzy, back to Zeke In that order until everyone has gone."
The homeschooler looked around for a good teammate. "Hmm, How about Tyler." He pointed to the jock in the red jumpsuit, and Tyler ran over to the pole sitter.
"Blainely. After all, she does respect my looks." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She walked over, still fuming about the crash.
"Sierra." Cody said, shocking everyone.
-Cody's POV-
"I don't care what you say, It's WAY better to have a obsessive fan girl on your side then not on your side. IT would destroy their team, yes, but yours also!"
-Normal POV-
"I'll go Noah. He's like, smart in everything we'll need to know!" Izzy rolled her eyes in her head the entire time, and the bookworm closed his textbook, then walked over to the grass-skirt wearing female.
-Noah's POV-
"Well, Ain't this brilliant, back with nutty girl again."
-Normal POV-
Ezekiel scanned for someone good. "Lindsey."
-Ezekiel's POV-
"Really, if you don't want to get beaten up by the small percentage of girls…" He says, holding a small space between his thumb and index finger "…that are strong, then you need to get the ones that are weak."
-Normal POV-
"Courtney. She knows how good looking I am also!" The over-achieving prep stomped over, on the cell phone with her lawyer.
-Courtney's POV-
"I've got to admit, compared to Duncan, Justin looks like God. NO offense Aljeandro, it was just comparing!"
-Normal POV-
"Gwen!" He said, smiling that mischievous smile of his as the Goth walked over very calmly, as if she knew something everyone else didn't.
"OhOh! I'll go Bridgette!" Izzy jumped up, pointing to the surfer blond.
-Geoff's POV-
"For some reason, my relationship with Bridge has kinda drifted apart. Hopefully, I'll be on the same team with her so I can build it back up. Because she really is the coolest gal I've known, and she's the best kisser I've known!"
-Normal POV-
"DJ. He's big, He's got muscles. He'll do." Ezekiel picked his nose a bit more, then scanned for who would be his next teammate.
"Not how I wanted to be known as, Big, muscle guy. I want to be the Eco-green, friendly guy." The gentle giant said as he leaned against the wall nest to Tyler, Lindsey, and Ezekiel.
"I'll go with Beth. She really understands my everything ness."
The ex-braces wearing girl ran up, and gave the super-model a hug, then leaned against the wall. "Oh man, This is so great! I'm on Justin's team again!"
"Duncan. Now."
"About time. I was kinda getting bored over there." HE says, knocking Harold down as he walks over.
-Cody's POV-
"Best way to make Gwen happy, get her boyfriend on the same team with her. Best way not to have a criminal breathing down my shirt, get him with his girl. Problem solved." He says, smiling as he crosses his arms in triumph.
-Normal POV-
"How about the Big O!" Izzy pointed to Owen.
"Sweet mother of Ice Cream, I'm back!"
"Don't make any sudden moves yet dude." Geoff advised as the excited overweight dude stood right next to Izzy.
"Uh, remember, we broke up…" The red-head looked at him, pointing the finger at herself, then Owen afterwards.
"Well, It was a mistake. I just was sick of getting nailed in the Kiwis."
"You mean, Like this?" She slammed her foot between his legs, but hit something else.
"Yeah. I had to put some plastic there before I was to badly injured to reproduce."
"I'll go with Harold!" Ezekiel pointed to Harold, who would be his last team member.
"Awesome thinking dude." The geek walks up, and hi-fives the home-schooler as he joins the teams ranks.
"I'll take LeShawna. No better girl to choose." Heather, naturally, did not take offense, glad to NOT be working with her old rival.
"Gosh, Geoff, or Heather. I think I'll go with geo-" Gwen pulled him close, whispered something in his ear, then Sierra took his other side, and whispered something else in his ear. "OH really? Good thinking." He smirks mischievously, then looks down. "Heather, you're with us."
"About time Someone realized my potential." She says, emphasizing the word potential as she does so.
"That means we'll get Geoff." Izzy points out.
-Geoff's POV-
"Ya-hoo! Back with Bridgette! Now I know we can kick back into high gear!"
-Normal POV-
"Now, you all have 5 minutes to decide team names."
-Ezekiel's POV-
"Well, what should we do?"
"How about, Team Earth!" DJ raised his fist in the air, but everyone just looked at him funny.
"Oh, how about Team lipgloss!"
"That wouldn't be very manly." The jock looked at his girlfirend awkwardly. "I'm just saying."
"We could just be team Jujitsu. You know, I Have been working out recently."
"How about Team Me. Then, everyone will know who heads the team, and what the team is."
"Can't argue with that logic." Dj replied. "After all, we can't agree on anything else."
"I don't mind." Lindsey applied some more lipstick while staring in a mirror.
"Well, I'll go with that."
"That sounds smart dude." Harold slapped Ezekiel on the back, and it was decided. "Chris, We are Team Ezekiel!"
-Justin's Team-
"Well, how about we go Team modeling. After all, I am a supermodel, and we have a lot of girls that are very, very gorgeous and could apply for modeling." He threw his head back, and smiled his dashing smile. Although the girls didn't melt like butter, they did agree. "I lead Team Modeling!"
-Cody's Team-
"What should we do? Anyone got an idea?"
"OH, how about Team Chris is really re-"
"We choose that last year." Gwen said putting her hand over the energetic female's mouth. "I say we go Team Dark."
"I like the way you think Gwen." Cody said, forming his hand in a similarity to firearm and pointing it at her.
"I'll go that." The delinquent said while leaning against the wall. "One of the best ideas I've heard."
"Puh-lease. You people, have no sense of names. What do winners get at the end of a race? Checkered flags. So, we should go Team Checkered. And it does have the Black for you, Gothie." The brunette sat on the wall. "OH Chris, I think we have our name."
-Izzy's Team-
"I had a wild dream the other day, which was like, I was at the head of a team, and I had to choose the name, like I do now, and I had the greatest brainstorm, and I choose team Awesomeness! It just fits our personas, right?"
"Heck yeah Izzy. IT is so marvelous."
"Can it Owen." She said, suddenly getting ultra-serious.
"I like it." Bridgette said, very regularly.
"Dudette, that is like, an awesome team name!" Geoff throws his hat into the air, and allowed it to float back down to him.
"Whatever you guys decide." Noah opens his book back up, and resumes his reading session.
"Then, We've got it!"
-Normal POV-
"Good. Now, who here had the worst time?" Everyone looked at Blainely.
"What?"
"The team that person is on has to vote someone off." He says, smirking. "And Blainely, for your own good, stop complaining about everything."
-Voting ceremony-
Justin, Blainely, Courtney, Beth, and LeShawna stood in the announcer's booth, were several people form several news station were filming.
"5 of you. One person got 4 votes, one got 1 vote. I'll pass the brick fragments out to whoever will stay. Whoever lacks a brick fragment, will be thrown driven in the Toyota Truck of Shame with your Indy Car, in whatever state it was in. I'll give the first three out to those with no votes. LeShawna, Beth, and Justin, You all are safe, and will stay on." They received their brick fragments eagerly.
"Now, either Courtney, or Blainely. There is no drama, as Blainely is obviously going to go out. SO long chick. You bithcing about my job now has you kicked off any chance of winning the money." Chris threw the last one to Courtney, who wiped her brow. With the quick announcements, the then safe members went to their cabins.
As she started to walk away, Blainely had a severe breakdown, sobbing about how she couldn't even try to BUY Chris' job back. So she was dragged, literally dragged by Chef Hatchet, as they went to the Toyota hauler of shame, and drove off with her obliterated Indy car in the back of the hauler.
"Well folks, you saw that awesome crash. You saw the teams. Now, see what happens in next week's challenge, here, on TOTAL
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