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'I recall a flash only for a brief second, like one of those flashbulbs going off with your eyes wide open and it blinds you just for a moment. It followed by darkness accompanied by a constant ringing. The ringing pretty much stays with you as the darkness gives way to the light. The vision is blurry at first but I could make out the shape of a bowl of vanilla ice cream, cheese and some whipped cream. Yummy. But the vision cleared up more and it turns out to be clouds floating over my head. It's pleasant sunny afternoon, a clear blue sky with only a few clouds flowing by, the ringing sounded to lower and I hear a few birds chirping about, then it started to register when a couple of my fellow cast members started talking to me but that's when the pain starts coming in... Oh my glory, the PAIN! And why Trent and Cody are moving in circles over me?'
"Owen! Owen! C'mon big guy! How many fingers I am holding up?" Cody yelled out as he wave his palm.
"Uh, thirteen?" Owen answered back. "What hit me?"
"Apparently, a truck named DJ..." Noah replied as he weakly assisted Trent in pushing Owen back on his feet. "Someone obviously didn't send him the memo that this is a 'TAG' football game..."
"DJ?" Owen questioned in confusion. "Nice, sensitive and 'gentle like Bambi' DJ?"
"Uh, more like full-grown buck version of Bambi with maul-capable antlers! Wow, I never ever seen a guy your size fly off the ground like that!" Cody exclaimed. "What gives DJ?"
Everyone stood there stunned, first time, all eyes at the field were on DJ. Courtney's jaw opened even wider than before when the Canadian-Jamaican entered the field. DJ stood there with an intense expression on his face, he was actually scowling towards Justin and his team and silently went back to his buddies Duncan and Geoff who blankly stared in awe of what just transpire a mere 30 seconds ago.
"DJ, dude... that...was...freakin' AWE-SOME!" Geoff proclaimed.
"I never seen a tackle like that since, hell, not even in juvie, no one got checked like that!" Duncan joined in. "You been holding out on us big guy?"
"Isn't this football, fellas?" DJ smirked.
"Yeah! TAG FOOT-BALL!" Justin protested. "What the hell, DJ! Even in regular football that would be unnecessary roughness! I know the information takes some time to get up there, Deej, but try and remember that we're playing tag, T-A-G, okay?"
"Oh man, sorry, Justin, I got a little excited there and didn't realized my own strength!" DJ jumped back and feinted a fake startled frightened look at Justin, then waved over to Owen. "I am really, REALLY sorry about that Owen! You alright?"
"Yeah, it was just an accident, DJ!" Owen replied, still slightly shaken but recovering. "Man, at least I know you wouldn't do that on purpose!"
"Okay, Owen's seems good to go, it was just an accident, no harm, no foul, right, Justin?" Duncan assured to continued the game.
"Fine then, Mohawk, just remind your rookie for the NLF there to ease off the roughhousing, cool?" Justin warned after cooling down. "Tag, you got that, DJ?"
"Okay okay. I'm really sorry about that, Justin. I'll try and remember that this is a 'tag' game." DJ reassumed the teen model and proceeded to grin snidely when Justin had his back to DJ. 'I am really sorry that it wasn't you that got the ball, pretty boy. Don't worry though, buddy. I have your 'tag' in the next play.'
"First and final warning, Killer Bass! Next infraction, you guys have to catch the ball with your feet! Wow! that might actually be fun to see! GAME ON!" Izzy announced in her referee uniform. Noah and Courtney rolled their eyes as they both regret to agreeing that Izzy would be the ref.
The game resumed again, as Duncan's team continued their defensive line. The Gophers were still huddled to discuss their offense.
"Sure you okay, Owen?" Trent asked.
"It helps to be a little fluffy in this case." The jovial teen replied. "If there's a-pushin' I've got the cushin'!"
Justin and Cody briefly paused from Owen's response and went back to their plans. Katie and Sadie on the sidelines continued their cheers for Justin and Trent.
"What was up with DJ back there, Justin?" Cody asked.
"No clue, we always pegged him as a big softie, still... maybe even he got into the game a little. Guy that size should come with a warning label." Justin warned his team. "Trent, you got Geoff, right?"
"Not a problem. Cody feint towards me and then make the pass to Justin. Owen, able to hold off Mister Mohawk Punk?" Trent inquired.
"Wow, you and Justin really have it out on Duncan, don't ja?" Owen inquired back.
"HE HAS IT COMING!" Both Justin and Trent snapped.
'Duncan doesn't deserve to be in the same zip code as Courtney!' Justin thought to himself.
'Didn't take him very long to move on Gwen! He already has Courtney, why he has to get all chummy with Gwen!" Trent grumbled in his thoughts.
Owen and Cody jumped back from the scary look that Justin and Trent shot their way.
"Wow, things are getting tense, and our 'Ringer' isn't even on the field yet!" Cody exclaimed. "Well, let's shut 'em down! Remember, Duncan and Geoff are still at odds with each other from TDA, let's exploit that factor and watch out for DJ!"
"Mama's boy just got a lucky shot in." Justin confirmed. "We just make sure our little 'Bad Boy' Duncan gets shut down."
'Watch out for DJ... yeah right, Cody, like that pussy can be a real threat...' Justin's thoughts were cut off as he was staring directly at DJ when he got into position. 'What the f-? Is this DJ?'
DJ was staring at Justin with gruff determination, a look that the model teen has never seen on DJ before, like a tiger on the prowl and he was the catch of the day. Justin felt a sudden icy chill run down his spine and found himself shaking.
"Something wrong, Justin?" DJ kindly smiled with a furrowed brow.
"Heh, what was that look before, Deej?" Justin asked nervously.
"HUT ONE!" Cody hollered in the back.
"Don't worry, buddy, it's a 'tag' football. I'll be extra careful not to hurt that pretty face." DJ told him as he smiled. "Besides I got nothing against you..."
"Oh, okay, then... you scared me a second with that look..." Justin exhaled briefly.
"HUT TWO!" Cody yelled.
"...however you DID humiliate me in the Western Theme in TDA awhile back..." DJ grimly frowned toward the pretty boy and continued his icy cold stare. "Better be careful out."
"Uh waitaminute..." Justin began to plead.
"HIKE!" Cody yelled out.
Trent hiked the ball to Cody as he faded for a clearing. Trent ran off to the side lines as Geoff and Tyler went into pursuit in hopes of intercepting the pass. Owen was blocking Duncan from getting to Cody as the tech-geek fade further back to toss to Justin all the when making it look like he was aiming at Trent. DJ, however, stood up, folded his arms and allowed Justin to run on by.
"What the hell, DJ?" Courtney screamed. "You're just gonna let him pass you like that?"
Justin breathed a sigh of relief as he was open for Cody's pass in which flew like a cannon.
'Wow, for a small guy, Cody has a hell of an arm!' Justin allowed his thoughts to linger for a moment as he caught the football. 'But why did DJ of all people tried to intimidate me like that? I didn't think he would hold a grudge…er, where IS DJ?'
Justin didn't registered the fact that DJ was no longer directly behind him as he previously thought while he ran towards the goal but stampeding towards the teen model's blind spot like a charging buck antelope. The upcoming teen idol's realization went to slow-motion as he saw his adoring but annoying fangirls, Katie and Sadie, pointing at the mountainous teenager closing in on him. Justin had a brief glimpse of the oncoming rush before a large pair of hand overshadowed him with a sudden blunt but thunderous thud to his mid-section.
Suddenly, Justin's view of being face-to-face with DJ quickly turned a full standing profile of the Jamaican with his arms outstretched as Justin realized that he was no longer on the ground. The rush of air that filled Justin's ears came to a stop followed by a crashing noise and a striking pain to his back. The model's tenure at the Total Drama camp gave him a little insight of nature and that his perfect and beautiful body just slammed into a tree. Afterwards, things begin to fade to black as he saw DJ standing over him.
"First down, Gophers, oh and Justin?" DJ smirked over. "Tag…"
"Psst, Harold!" The blond surfer girl summoned quietly to the awkward freckled camper. "Look! Something doesn't feel right! Heather being concerned for someone? I just not buy that!"
"Heather has not been acting like her usual self. She only acted as a friend to get allies and scam folks, but I'd never saw her being this panicking." Harold replied back. "Let's just see how this plays out."
"Okay, but…oops!" The beach-loving teen stumbled forward as she was never used to walking on land and fell, knocking Heather off her balance right into a mud puddle. Bridgette scooted back to Harold as they knew the hell about to be unleashed that was Heather, however, they just paused in disbelief that the stuck-up, queen bee got up, wiped off the mud off her face and had a soft and tender look in her eyes as she walked to Bridgette to check her legs.
"Bridgette, are you okay?" Heather asked softly. "I was lucky that the puddle broke my fall."
'What the f-?' Bridgette and Harold couldn't even find the words.
"Okay, out with it! Who are you and what did you do with Heather? You-you pod-person!" Bridgette grabbed and shook Heather. "How many are you? What are your plans here on Earth? Tell me!"
"Oh benevolent being from the stars, we are a peaceful Canadian providence, we mean no harm!" Harold announced as he begged at Heather's feet. "I hope that you don't judge our species solely based off your host body and there are many other decent representatives here to observe. However, if you need specimens to experiment on, I could recommend Duncan, Courtney, Justin, Chris and Chef…"
"Bridgette, Harold, you two are so funny!" Dirtied teen chuckled at their supposed attics. "I mean honestly, I never knew you guys could make me laugh this much, but we seriously should find DJ."
"Wow…" Bridgette hesitated and felt Heather's head. "Are you sure that you didn't hit your head?"
"I am actually feeling fine, it's like a dark cloud just cleared up and..." Heather replied as she continued down the pathway. "Oh my gosh! Bridgette!"
"What?" Bridgette panicked. "Is there something on me? A bug? A squirrel?"
"No, I've got mud all on your pants! I didn't mean to get your clothes all soiled!" Heather apologized. "After we tend to DJ, I'll get those cleaned up for you!"
"I am so ready to entertain the possibility that this is Bizarro-version of Heather." Harold hypothesized. "Although, I am certain that alien or supernatural possession can not be too farfetched in this case."
Heather and Bridgette ignored Harold's theories as the trio drew closer to the field.
"Okay, guess we found where the others are." Bridgette announced. "Let's see if they have found Deeeee…"
Bridgette's words trailed off as she, Heather and Harold were astonished by a once gentle giant of a teen was decimating the Gophers, dragging Trent, Justin and Cody across the goal line.
"It's tag football, DJ! TAG!" Noah yelled on top of his lungs. "Ref, call the penalty!"
"Are you kidding, Noah! I had never seen such brutality! Such raw energy! Such aggression! Go DJ!" Izzy cheered as she munches popcorn in her lawn chair.
"Harold, I think you may have something on the 'Bizarro' theory…" Bridgette concluded as she watched DJ do his touchdown dance.
"All I do is win win win no matter what
Got money on my mind, I can never get enough
And everytime I step up in the building
Everybody hands go up!"
DJ paused for approximately two seconds and stares down Trent, Justin and Cody until they slowly raised their hands in the air in utter fear.
"AND THEY STAY THERE!
AND THEY SAY YEAH!
AND THEY STAY THERE!
Up down, up down
Cause all I do is win win win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air..LUDA!"
"DJ, bro…" Duncan said as he slowly went up to him. "You-are-A-FREAKIN'-BEEEEEAST!"
The mohawked juvie and the tall teen traded the loudest high-five as Geoff, Tyler Ezekiel joined in on the latest touchdown.
"One more goal and we got this!" Geoff proclaimed.
"Ow, oh, man that does it, I am not losing this bet! If Mount DJ and the rest want to play it rough, let's do this rough." Justin said as he had reached his limit. "Cody, call in… EVA…"
As the others, cheered the latest touchdown and Harold and the others drew closer, DJ turned and overheard Justin's plan on calling in his ringer.
'So…there's a bet going on and ain't-so-pretty-boy got Eva on his side. Bring it than, bitch…' DJ thought as cracked his knuckles for the upcoming confrontation.
To be continued…
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