"Last time on Total Drama Indianapolis Racing! Everyone had to find me, the interns, and Chef. In the end, Team Modeling won, sparring them from taking a similar fate as did Team Victory last year. But it was team awesomeness, after Bridgette ended her relationship with Geoff, that went to vote someone out, and Geoff went, mainly because his girlfriend ditched him for another girl, despite our returnee, Aljeandro, trying to convince him to stay on. That really stinks dude. Chef knows about getting ditched by a lesbian" He quits sitting on the pit wall, and gets up. "Today, We are going for the temporary team merger, meaning that this is Izzy's last day being immune to votes! Who will win, and who will fall because of all! Find out right here on TOTAL
DRAMA
INDIANAPOLIS
RACING!
-Theme song begins here-Papa Roach, Alive when vulnerable-
GO! *Is shouted, showing the Indianapolis motor speedway from the sky*
COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON! *A clip of Vetior Meira's 2009 Indy 500 Crash is shown*
For crying out loud, running form a come down! *Shows Rafael Matos' crash in the 2010 Indy 500*
God forbid! I know I've been a let down! *An Indy car slides down the pit lane without it's right front tire*
Reaching for the sky, laying in the gutter! *Kyle Busch causes a big wreck in the 2010 Allstate 400 NASCAR race at the event's start.*
Kicking and screaming, now we're singing bloody murder! *Shows Swede Savage's Fatal '73 Indy crash*
(now we're singing bloody murder, oh now we're singing bloody murder!)
Well I'm alive! *Courtney's Indy car is shown getting airborne*
When I'm Vulnerable!
I'm outta control! *Shows Blainely's airborne crash in turn 3 in the Indy event's qualifying*
I'm loosing my soul!
Well I'm alive! *LeShawnna's Indy car has a fiery crash into the outside wall in turn 3*
When I'm Vulnerable!
I'm outta control! *On Board with Duncan as Courtney's car flies over his own*
I'm loosing my soul!
I can't be your angel *Brief Flashback of Duncan and Courtney's kissing in TDA, Then him punching her in TDIR*
when I'm living like a devil!
Can't be your lover *Shows Gwen Kissing up to Duncan as Courtney is seen devising revengeful plots*
when I'm living like a rebel
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help! *Bridgette and Geoff battle in Indy cars down the front stretch*
Don't try to save me! Go take care of yourself! *Shows Owen trying to get back together with Izzy.*
(Yeah, Go take care of yourself! You've got to take care of yourself!)
Well I'm alive! *Tyler's F1 car blows over and flips violently on the Indy road course*
When I'm Vulnerable!
I'm outta control! *Shows Lindsey looking around dumbfounded*
I'm loosing my soul!
Well I'm alive! *Sierra pulls Cody into a deep, passionate kiss*
When I'm Vulnerable!
I'm outta control! *Izzy kicks Chef in the groin*
I'm loosing my soul!
Seek out the pain I! *Ezekiel whips off his sunglasses, showing his eyes, which are now albino red from the events in TDWT*
Seek out the sorrow! *Blainely Has a breakdown as she walks away form the crowd*
Seek out today I! *Duncan looks at the sky in anticipation*
Seek out tomorrow! *DJ releases a mouse*
I'm addicted to the misery in my head! *Beth stairs at an image of Brady*
I'd better stop before I end up dead! *Courtney rear ends her stock car into the pit road tire barrier*
So I'll climb *Shows a view of the Frontstretch at Indianapolis during 2010 Indy 500 festivities*
TO the top. *Shows the Flag stand*
Just to fall *shows the grandstands*
To the bottom *The Indy 500 Trophy is shown hoisted up by Mario Andretti*
And I'll climb *Jimmie Johnson and his crew kisses the bricks after his 2008 Allstate 400 win*
TO the top. *Kurt Busch gets wrecked by Jimmy Spencer in the 2003 event*
Just to fall *Juan Montoya's and Dale Jr.'s crash in the 2010 Allstate 400 is shown*
To the bottom *Jamie McMurray does burnouts after his 2010 Allstate 400 win*
COME ON! *Ryan Hunter-reay sends Mike Conway flipping into the catch fence in the 2010 Indy 500*
COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON! *The big wreck in the 1996 Indy 500*
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *Salt Wather's flip into the fence at the start of the 1973 Indy 500*
Well I'm alive! *Cody's Indy car runs through a debris field*
When I'm Vulnerable! *Beth hit's the Turn 2 wall at a 45 degree angle*
I'm outta control! *Owen hits the wall just behind Beth, then his car careens into Beth's*
I'm loosing my soul! *A pair of reclusive eyes with revenge written on them stairs at Heather*
Well I'm alive! *Noah's Indy Car spins between turns 3 and 4*
When I'm Vulnerable! *Harold careens his Indy car into the dirt wall between turns 3 and 4*
I'm outta control!
I'm loosing my soul!
I can't be your angel *Chef waves the green flag*
when I'm living like a devil! *Chris shoots out of his seat as a crash strikes on the race's first lap*
Can't be your lover *Gwen is shown laying on top of a shirtless Duncan, staring at each intimately*
when I'm living like a rebel *Sierra rolls a tire around a corner of the garage area*
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help! *Chris holds up the suitcase with one million dollars in it in front of the entire cast*
Don't try to save me! Go take care of yourself! *An explosion goes off in front of Lindsey's F1 car*
-Theme song ends here-
In the men's cabin, everyone was peacefully sleeping…Well, almost everyone. The new arrival, by the name of Aljeandro, was already up, dressed, and moving.
-Aljeandro's POV-
"Best way to get a good jump on the day, get a early jump on the day."
-Normal POV-
The Hispanic opened the doors and walked out greeting the rising sun, which was partially obscured by the clouds. Everything was good for him. He knew enough secrets to ruin his team, and everyone else. This was going to be a hard million to win, yes, but… "Jose couldn't even qualify for Total Drama Reloaded. So much for 'Showing me how it was done'." He went right up to the pit lane, and sat on the wall, looking out to the track, trying to observe every nook and cranny.
"Observing every cook and granny?" A familiar voice asked as Al jumped in shock. Ezekiel was standing there, applying some type of powder to what little of his face was exposed, still wearing his sunglasses.
"Oh. You're up to?"
"Dude, where I come from, I have to wake up at 5 am in the morning. These kids around here wake up about 7-ish. Gets me a Great jump on them all."
"Also, that Nook and Cranny, not granny."
"Oh. I guess I learned that wrong. And thanks for keeping me on."
"Not a problem. Tell you what. I have a deal. You and I, together, in an alliance. Think, You did technically get the million, so you would be the greatest player up to now."
"Only to have it fall into a volcano?"
"Hey, you're still alive aren't you. It's been what, 5 months?"
"Only 1 month and a few days out of the hospital for me. I've been in and out, in and out."
"That bad?"
"OH yeah. The white drove be back to sanity."
"Well, one thing that will help you in the long run, don't be sexist to females. I once did that, once. Before Total Drama."
"Thanks, but I already learned my lesson."
"I wouldn't have known." He smirked.
Ezekiel's face fell, and he walked over, and hoisted the Mexican Canadian up by the shirt. "Listen here, AL. I've learned as much as I can. So what, I was playing around the first season. No help for me in the long run. You try clearing a track record that is 3 years old." He whips off his sunglasses, showing that the skin he actually has, which was covered by it, is still scarred and scabbed, and his eyes are now albino red from the events in TDWT.
"Sorry dude. But you really are stronger."
"And smarter, and Faster. I am very serious about this whole competition, and I shall win it."
"But, lets work a little alliance, you and me, to the final 2? That would be a showdown, wouldn't it?" He tried playing on his ego.
"I know you're playing on my ego, but sure man, When the teams are dissolved, I'll work with you." Ezekiel sat the male down, and shook his hand.
"Good. Now, I have one other person to talk to before we start this all up."
"THIS IS YOU 6 O'CLOCK WAKE UP CALL CONTESTANTS! PLEASE REPORT YOUR TIRED ASSES TO THE MESS HALL!"
Ezekiel turned his head to the speaker, then when he looked back to where Aljeandro should have been, he was gone. "Interesting…"
Aljeandro was leaning against a wall in the Garage area as the other players walked by. No one saw him considering he was amongst the shadow, but when he say HER, well, it was a mixed bag. He saw her at first, and wanted desperately to get revenge. He also saw her, and wanted to grab that beautiful body, and own them for only himself. He wanted to ignore her very presence, although that thought had the least precedence in his mind.
The whole reason he got back onto the show was for her. To 'settle the score'. Now that he saw her, it was a different story.
Justin, on the other hand, saw the Hispanic. Courtney and Blainely had both a lot of nice things to say about him, how supposedly 'hot' and 'amazing' he was. Well, this is where it would be battled out.
"Hello. My name is Justin. THE Justin. I assume yours is Aljeandro."
"Si. How may I assist you?"
"The girls, well, now only one girl, on my team has had a lot to say about your looks, and I would like to try this out?"
"You mean Courtney?" If Justin hadn't been looking, the newer antagonist would of rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I do. How about after today's challenge, we have a little test run on who looks better. Winner gets the title of 'hottest man on Total Drama'."
"It's a deal."
-Justin's POV-
"Will I rely on my good looks, my amazing formed chest, body, abs, face, etc? Yes. Will Aljeandro get any girls? Maybe, but not on a grand scale."
-Aljeandro's POV-
"This would be an interesting challenge. I heareth that he is supposed to be a model. Now let's see what Jose has to say…" he smirked while rubbing his hands together.
-Normal POV-
As everyone lined up for their meals, Chef poured the slop into the plates. As usual, Chef beamed as everyone gave him complements. Well, except for one person.
"OHMAHGOSH! I just realized! It's Mother's secret ingredient he's using!" DJ shot up out of his chair, and ran into the Kitchen. "Chef! We need to talk." He said, closing the door behind him as he did, locking it.
"What is it now maggot?"
"Chef, You've been using some of my mother's secret ingredient in your food! That's why everyone has been so fascinated with it!"
"Well, I…uh…" The cook nervously scratched the back of his head.
"Chef! That's called stealing! Didn't your mother ever tell you the wrongness of stealing?"
"No."
"Why not? Or have you forgotten it?"
"No. I am not saying."
"Then I'll take this back." the 18 year old walked over to the counter, and grabbed the small container.
"No! Fine! I'll talk!" The veteran took off his hat, and wiped away a tear. "I-My mother-I never knew her." He said, voice trembling. "She had been a ho, and my Father was a one-night-stander. I, I was born, and given away to a church, where they found a Catholic Priest to raise me." Chef hatchet grabbed a towel, and wiped his eyes with it. "I went off to the military, because I was supposedly to soft. Every time someone mentioned my mother, I-I just broke down in tears!"
DJ was crying horrendously to the story. "Chef, I didn't know. No-one should have to go through that."
-Chef's POV-
"That ugly kid. Doesn't know a sad sob story when I feed him one."
-Normal POV-
"Good day Campers!" Chris walked in, slapping his hands together, and rubbing them. "Who here is ready for some crazy-ass competition!"
"Nope." "Count me out" And other complaints were thrown in.
"I thought you were. First up, does anyone doubt my wind blown look will get me on the cover of People magazine?"
Utter quietness. Even Sierra was confused and stunned.
"I thought so. Now today's challenge, everyone has to find 4 tires! I mean everyone. Not individual teams! Every single individual! Only for today, we are having team disbandment. Every man and woman out for themselves. Izzy, and the quickest finder of the tires, can NOT be voted out. Everyone else, It's open season. As I speak, the interns are hiding the tires at various locations on the track. He-he-he. I would of bobby trapped some of the tires, had it not been for the face that I didn't have the time."
"One problem Mr. Cheapscake. How will they know who's tires are whose?" One of the interns asked, walking in brushing his hands off.
"I have a color coordination. Owen, You're tire color is dirty dishwater blonde. Gwen, Yours is teal. Heather has silky black, Duncan gets green, and…"
"Those are our hair colors."
"Yes, yes they are Owen. With a few notable exceptions. Ezekiel has pale white, Aljeandro's tires are golden, Justin is sparkled up, and Noah's is Leather black. Tyler will have red, while Izzy gets orange. Sierra is purple, Cody is rubber black, DJ has environmental Green, and Harold's has NO tire color."
"What?"
"In fact, he has no outer tire, just the inner liner safety spare."
"Wha?"
"Sorry dude. Someone had to not have a full blown tire set. Courtney merely has to get 20 lug nuts, as we were short on even tires."
"20?"
"Yep. In NASCAR, the cars have 20 lug nuts, and you'll have to get 5 per tire." The sadistic host chuckled. "Now Go contestants, GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!"
-Play Original Total Drama theme music as all remaining contestants are running around the front stretch of the Indianapolis Motor speedway-
-Commercial break-End commercial break-
"OKAY! Folks, this is getting ridiculous! Total Drama drama Drama drama Island wasn't even this bad. The closest anyone is would be Izzy, with 3 tires. No one else has found more then 1! Get in line! And Duncan, Stop taking the tires off my car and spray-painting them."
"Aw-man. How, How did he even know?"
Chris poked his head out of the car window. "Because I'm right here."
The delinquent jumped back in shock. "Fine, Fine. I'm going."
Sierra rolled her tire around the corner of the garage area. "If I was the most awesome host, and knew where I would hide tires from a fan girl who was my daughter, where would they be?" She stopped the tire, and sat on it, pondering deeply as Ezekiel ran by, with 2 tires chasing him. "Oh! The garage area, or his trailer! Duh!"
As the fan girl rolled/ran to the garage area, sure enough, there were several stacks of tires. "Got to admit, Chris does fail at hiring interns." She holds up two of her tires, which were amongst the stacks, and finds 3 tires for Cody, along with tires for a lot of other TD cast members. "Cody will be so proud of me. EEEEEE!"
"How to find tires?" Gwen stopped tapping her finger against her chin, noticing an intern hurriedly putting a teal colored tire inside a door. She walked up, smiled devilishly at the door, then kicked down a door. Almost. IT was hard enough that it didn't break. "Darn! It's just Heather, It's only Heather, it's just…" WHAM! Nope, still not enough.
-Gwen's POV-
"My legs are by far NOT the best part of my body."
-Normal POV-
She slammed her body weight against the door, but that didn't even work. She tried again, grasping the door handle, only for it to open then. "Okay. Did NOT see that happening."
Inside there was tire sprayed teal, one that was sprayed green, and a set of 6 lug nuts. "Courtney's. Well, I'd better do her a favor." She picked them up, and threw them onto the ground outside. "Yep. Foot food."
"Can you send me a box of about 20 lug nuts? When will it arrive? 2 days from now? Arggh! I am in the middle of some kooky scavenger hunt, and I need them NOW! What do you mean, you can get me loose ones? Fine. I'll take that." She turned off her I-phone, and shook her head vehemently.
"God. 2 hours! 2 more F'ed up hours to wait!"
"Can you get me a set of tires, and a thing of sparkly spray paint? No I am NOT gay! I'm not wanting gay Hair spray paint that makes you look like Edward Cullen! I'm looking for something like camo spray paint. Only it sparkles instead of camouflages? It will take an hour, and 3 days? I'm sorry, I don't have three days. I guess the business transaction is closed." Justin hung up his phone, and put it back in his pocket. "Oh well. It was worth a try." He walked on, looking around for some tires, when he remembered, Chris' favorite thing is himself. SO it must be at his trailer. "Million dollars, I'm coming for you baby."
Ezekiel was on the catch fence in turn 2, about 15 feet up, with the two tires of his resting against the wall underneath him. He trembled a bit more, then stepped one foot over. The tires fell over in that direction. He brought his foot back, and the rubber righted itself. "Now what?"
Chris sat back in his Car seat. "Don't ask me dude. I'm just controlling the tires." He laughed darkly.
"4 tires already, and in the most obvious spots! Invincibility for me, in less then 20 minutes!" Heather rolled her tires up to the mess hall, but she noticed another stack of four already there. "Izzy. She already had immunity, and she gets it doubled! Ohhhhhh!"
"Bridgette? You call?" She took a step outside, thinking it was Bridgette, when it was actually the defending Total Drama Champion. "Oh…oops." The red-headed female remarked as Heather gasped. The nut-case was wearing two black straps across her chest horizontally, revealing some of her lower breasts but not the main delicacies, and a yellow thong that rode right up her rear end.
The brunette's mind clicked very, very rapidly. "OH…Wait until everyone finds out about this." She remarked, rubbing her hands together.
"No!"
"Who's stopping me? Definitely not crazy nut case Izzy!"
"Oh really!" Izzy took a flying leap, disregarding her lewd state, and pounced onto the female.
"Hey, Noah what's funny?"
"Owen, We are running short on time."
"Dude, that's not funny. Not even the same zip-code."
"Right now, Fun and jokes are not a major importance for me. You have two tires, I have one. We need to get this taken care of now, before someone else get invincibly."
"But Izzy's already got it…"
"And one other person will, unless the lesbo gets there first." Noah stated.
"Just because Izzy's a lesbian doesn't mean I don't like her."
"Not lesbian fully. More like Bi-sexual."
"How do you buy sexuality? I thought it was a orientation…"
Noah cut out laughing. "THAT, was funny."
"What?"
"Buy-sexual!"
"I don't get it?"
"Come on Owen, you don't understand your own joke?"
"I made a joke?"
The bookworm face palmed.
"Sierra, where did you find these all?" Cody asked, and Sierra shushed him. "Not tell anyone, I found the remaining tires in the garage area. I only have one more left to get." She started gushing over her boyfriend again.
"Then let me help you find them."
"No Cody, go ahead, rack up your points, and then you can come back to help me."
"But sier-"
"Go on Cody! Become invincible!"
-Sierra's POV-
"God that is such a hot thought! Cody, being invincible! He could take out a criminal, and be so nice and hot and sweaty! But don't tell anyone that, he's mine and mine alone, and there are a lot of other Cody fan girls out there!"
-Normal POV-
"3 inner liners, but no fourth one." Harold was walking around, his arms outstretched, with the tires looped around his arms, two on his right, and the other one on his left. "I could make a three-wheeled vehicle out of this, but I need tire 4." He looked around again. "Man. Steve's Medieval Summer camp said nothing about finding rubber."
"Shut up Dorris." Duncan said, walking behind him and pushing the geek over.
"Hey! I have a first name!" The red head shouted back.
Tyler, Lindsey, and Aljeandro were in a three way, having found 7 tires amongst them. 2 for Aljeandro, 3 for Lindsey, and another 2 for the jock.
"You have any clues?"
"Oh Oh! How about the mall! They have a LOAD of things there we might need to get."
-Lindsey's POV-
"I feel so much smarter since last season! My grades have picked up, and I passed an IQ test with 65 rather then a 34!
-Aljeandro's POV-
"That girl, is going to drive me insane!"
-Tyler's POV-
"How can you not love her? She's so sweet and dazzling, and hot. And despite her minute lack of brain power, everything she does makes her seem smarter. Except when she calls me Tyson. Which reminds me of Chicken." Shudders are released by the male. "And I am still afraid of Chickens."
-Normal POV-
"Lindsey, there isn't even a mall at this racing complex!" The Hispanic commented, removing his hand from his face.
"You sure?"
"Trust me Lindsey, There can't be one in here!"
"Here Tire, tire, tire!" DJ called, clapping his hands. As he turned a corner, he noticed a stack of tires, four of them, with moss on them, and a squirrel inside. "Oh, What a nice looking thing. You don't seem to be living here, so I'll just take these 4 and roll off with them." He puts them side-by-side-by-side-by-side, and rolls on with them.
Bridgette found her four tires now, all of them in the garage. Izzy said she had a surprise for her in the trailer, but to meet her in the mess hall. As she rolled her tires up, she noticed Duncan, Cody, and Ezekiel watching a violent, or possibly romantic, brawl between two females in front of them. Heather was on her stomach, slamming her left fist on the ground, with her top pulled back, but her delicacies were covered by the ground. Her head was yanked back as Izzy held her hair tightly, sitting legs apart on her rear end. Considering Heather's nearly exposed top, accompanied with Izzy's lewd clothing choice, the three males that had already came up were standing there, mouths open, eyes wide, and hormones buzzing.
Bridgette? She stood there, dumbfounded for a few brief seconds, before running up to the duo. "Izzy?" About that time, DJ walked up, and upon witnessing the scene, fainted.
Both females stopped, and looked at her. Heather had a look of scorn on her face, as Izzy's eyes brightened, then dimmed at the three males. "Boys, Go NOW!" She commanded with her free hand, as they left.
"You know, they are going to end up telling everyone." Heather said, smiling fiendishly again.
"Oh no! That, that mean You're…"
"I've got immunity! I got tires here first, AND won the race! Never underestimate Slash!"
"What?" She asked, only to scream again as her hair was yanked harder.
"Izzy, we need to leave. To many people have already seen." Bridgette opened her hand, an Izzy clasped the palm as she was assisted up, and the two female left the scene, tires by all 6 characters waiting at the door. Heather, ticked more then enough, stood up, then slid her top back up.
-Heather's POV-
"Why does that always happen to me!" She asks, filing her nails, the quitting briefly to look eye-to-lens at the camera. "My boobs are always getting displayed to the public eye."
-Chris's POV-
Chris has a red face, with one of the widest grins he's ever had. "I LOVE this show!"
-Cody's POV-
"Wait until Sierra finds out about THIS!"
-Duncan and Gwen's POV-
Duncan began. "I never expected two chicks to ever hook up on the show, and definitely not Bridgette."
Gwen continued. "Izzy may be a nut case, but that was a bit to far. I DO hope however, that Heather learned her lesson."
-Sierra's POV-
"Heather and Izzy is a rarely used female on female pairing, but has a large underground fan base due to the yuri fan boys out there, some calling it Hizzy, while otherwise called Izher. But Bridgette and Izzy! There were minor hints here and there, but never anything that could be a definite. In fact, there is more evidence for NoCo then that. And Noah will NOT INTEREFERE WITH CODERRA!" She slams her fist into her palm.
-Ezekiel's POV-
"When I first saw that, it looked like Izzy was raping Heather with a strapy-on thingamajig. But that was AWESOME!"
-Normal POV-
"Finally! My Box has arrived! Over here!" Courtney shouted throwing her arms about in the air. The UPS truck drove up, and the man dropped down a box. "Here you are miss."
"Thanks you. Thank you very much." She states, tearing the cardboard apart as the delivery truck leaves. She pulls out a bag on loosely screwed lug nuts, and hugs them to her chest, excited about the whole thing. "Now I KNOW I've won it!"
"This is ridiculous." Justin remarks, looking at the stack of tires. "My agent says my hands are the best part of my body, and in such a scenario of moving this stuff, I'll look just horrible."
"THERE THEY ARE!" Tyler screamed, and ran over there, kicking the stack, causing it to fall on top of the model, as he grabs Lindsey's remaining tire, Aljeandro's last two tires, and his final two, and they ran off with them.
"HEY! A little HELP!" He cried form underneath. "My beautiful face is getting ruined!"
-Voting off Ceremony-
"Okay, Let me familiarize everyone with this process. Each of you have a piece of paper and pencil. I have a box up here. You will write the name of the person you want to ditch on the paper, and drop it in this here box. Everyone got that?" The contestants nodded yes. Chris left the room for 5 minutes, and all 18 players inserted their votes, although not all at the same time.
As Chris walked in, he could smell the tension. "Listen here everyone. You all have a good reason to be booted. First up, Izzy, you're immune." He threw the first brick fragment to the insane female. "17 of you left. Cody, You and Sierra were making out to much a few episodes earlier, and that will have turned the team against you. Gwen, You're still unpopular amongst your ex-Amazonian team mates. Duncan, No complaints. Noah and Owen, You guys were the LAST two to find your tires! Aljeandro, You got help. Guess you're not so grand after all. Bridgette, you broke up with the most caring, kind, and loving guy in the world, for a loosely skirted girl…"
"Let me at him! I'm gonna rip his eyes out, and his testes, and his-" Izzy charged forward, but Aljeandro, Bridgette, Noah, and Owen held her back.
"…Tyler, Lindsey, and Ezekiel, you guys are pretty much in the middle. Harold, you never found you're last tire. DJ, the moss covered tires weren't even YOUR tires. They were no ones! Justin, you refused to bring your tires. And Courtney, good job on trying to cheat." He kept silent for a moment so everything could sink in.
"I will begin by handing out the bricks to people that received no votes. Tyler, Lindsey, Ezekiel, Aljeandro, Cody, and Sierra." The sextuplet received their votes eagerly. "Noah, Owen, Gwen, and Duncan. You all are safe. Harold, good going, only 1 vote."
"DJ, Bridgette, Courtney, Justin, and Heather. Justin is safe." Justin eagerly received his brick fragment. "Courtney. Safe. Down to DJ, Bridgette, and Heather…"
The three stared at Chris expecting the next fragment to be handed out. The dramatic music played near-endlessly, as if this was to be the last voting-off ceremony. "Heather surprisingly." He threw one fragment to the brunette. "And then there were two. DJ, and Bridgette. Former teammates. I shall give away the final symbol of survival in this game to…"
The dramatic music continued ringing wildly as Chris narrowed his eyes and stared the lesbian and the green guy down. "Bridgette…"
"Yes?"
"You are safe." He replied, throwing the fragment back to her. "DJ, hit the Toyota Truck of Shame!" DJ stood up, and pulled out of his pocket, some of 'Mama's luvin' "I still got it." He remarked, before sprinting out the door to the truck of shame.
-That night-
"Let's try this out on a female that neither of us has influenced." Justin remarked as Aljeandro walked up.
"Sure. I choose Sierra."
"Sierra it is." They knocked on the door to the girl's trailer, and Courtney opened the door. "What guys?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Can you fetch Sierra for us?"
"Sierra. Guys at the door, no Cody though." Nevertheless, she still darted out, until she saw who it was.
"Oh, you two…How can I help you?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at the two of them.
"We need to know you're opinion. Who is hotter between the two of us, and second hottest only to Cody." The hispanic winked at the male model.
'Hmm, that's hard. You both are pretty darn ugly." She said, resting her head between her index finger and thumb. Both men took off their shirts. "Well, you guys still look ridiculously un-hot, and dumb, but I'd have to say Justin. He IS a model, after all."
Aljeandro's face fell. Justin beamed, and put his shirt back on, walking away. "Thank you Sierra!"
Just before the fan girl went back inside, the newer manipulator grabbed Sierra by the hand. "Can you send Seniorita Heather out?" He asked, with a hopeful look on his face.
"I'll see what I can do." She remarks, going back in, saying something about Al being outside.
Al shuddered at being called Al by Sierra. What nerve did she have to call him Al?
"Al?" The familiar female asked, stepping out of the trailer.
"Ah yes, Heather. Just the female I wanted to see."
-Heather's POV-
"And this, is where fate catches up to me. And my life was just at it's high point."
-Normal POV-
After a long talk in which both engaged furiously in, at several points looking to go to blows, they seemed to be getting no where. Or were they?
"You are an incompetent male shovedness pig!"
"And you are a disgraceful Hoe!"
"Then why would you come back around to such a ho? Eh Al?" She prodded.
"Because…"
"You said any love you had was dead and burnt, and now you say it's not by your actions…"
"Fine! You want me to say it, a lie? I am still in love with you!"
"I saw that. That passion in your eyes! YOU were the one that showed me the difference."
"Ergggghhhh."
"You are just so jealous that I have the money, and that I wouldn't confess that I love you the same way you love me! HA!"
"You, You do love me?" He asked, facing brightening up as he caught her confession she let slip out.
"Shi-" She clapped a hand over her own mouth.
"Really Seniorita?"
"No. No, no no. How about HELL NO! And you can burn again in a volcano!"
He smirked as she turned away, and he grabbed her by the arm before she left. Forcefully turning her to face him, he pulled her close.
"Now really. Do you love me? Answer either way, and I can tell the difference."
"How about, NO!"
"I knew you do! Ha-ha! The great Heather, The mighty character that made won the semi-finals and the million last year, who kicked a guy off a cliff, and still hates everything under the sun! And now, you're in love!"
"You should talk." She hissed at him, faces just 3 inches or so apart.
"I believe I am in this case scenario." He hissed like a snake at her, running through the ways he could exploit this weak point in his cunning decisive mind.
"Burn in hell."
"Burn with you're falsely earned riches."
"I think I can already do that."
"Oh yeah? Prove it." She leaned in, and kissed him. This time, she left out the knee-hit, so his pelotas were spared the pain this time around. As he leaned back, smiling and content, she slapped him on his left cheek. Hard enough to leave a good red handprint.
"I have an idea. You and I go to the final two, and we shall REALLY see who is the stronger player." He said aloud, hoping to set her off again.
"Despite this contempt for you, fine."
"Fine." He said, releasing her and turning away.
"Fine" She said, whirling her head around and walking back to the trailer.
"Fine." They said at the same time, and whirled around, accusingly pointing at each other. "STOP DOING THAT!" They repeated again. The male and female demon were obviously fuming, and the fight was not about to end yet, as they stamped right up to each other, and began slapping the hell out of each others face.
Chris McLean was in a lawn chair in front of his trailer, reading a book with a head lantern, as he heard the slapping. "Chef, did you leave pot roast on the stove again?" he asked his best friend, who was in a similar lawn chair, gazing at the night sky.
"Nope. You?"
"Must be some of the campers." The host said, and both of them smiled devilishly at each other. "Let's check this one out!" They ran into Chris McLean's trailer, and watched the slap-slap-slap-slap-kiss-slap-slap-slap-longer kiss-slap fest. "We are SO exploiting this!" He remarked as the two kissed again, and fell to the ground slowly, out of camera shot.
"Okay! That, is guaranteed success! See who will win, if Heather and Aljeandro will patch things up, or keep it mixed like this! See if Justin can hold on to his claim of Hottest Total Drama cast member to me, and see if I can get this 5'o'clock shadow to stay buzzed low, next week, on…" He nudged chef, and they said it together.
"TOTAL
DRAMA
INDINAPOLIS
RACING!"