Author's Note: This is a special episode that does not involve any elimination; it is purely for fun. Enjoy!
The spotlight moved to the stage at the back wall of the theater, instantly engulfing the center of the stage in light. All of the people in the audience cheered at the sight of their favorite curly-haired, geeky, first castmate voted off.
"Hey everyone!" Iggy said to the audience and the cameras. "This is Iggy, of Total Drama Mario Action, coming at you live from the set of our new mini-series, Total Drama Mario Action Aftermath!"
The audience responded with screaming fans, applause, cheering, and whistling.
"And hello, all of you out there in the viewing world!" Iggy addressed the cameras. "Hope you enjoy this fun and familiar segment of TDMA, hosted by me! Iggy, the first castmate voted off!"
More applause.
"Throughout the show, we're gonna talk about Luma, Isabelle, the remaining castmates, the other castmates who have also been voted off, and much, much more!
"First things first, I'd like to address our eight special guests: the eight contestants who weren't able to get into the second season!"
Iggy gestured to the set of bleachers to the side of the stage, with the rejected seven campers.
"Introducing: Isabel!"
The prissy girl, who was polishing her nails, smiled sheepishly and gave a half-hearted wave.
"Skyler!"
The clumsy girl stood up, her arms raised in the air, only to stumble and fall backwards onto the stage with a CRACK!
Everyone winced, and the audience went, "Oooooooh!"
Iggy shuddered, then shook his head and continued. "Uh, right. Heh, heh. And our next one: Toadette!"
Toadette briefly stopped texting on her phone to wave at the audience and the cameras.
"Mona!" Mona also waved at the crowd, who continued cheering.
"Koopie Koo!"
"Hey, everyone!" She addressed the crowd. Then she turned to Iggy. "…Wait, do I know you?"
Iggy rolled his eyes. "Anyway, next is Madison!"
The crowd roared again, and Madison waved and blew several kisses.
"And our favorite overeating, jolly boy: Wario!"
The 315 lb. teen waved at the crowd.
"And now, the one you've all been waiting for, ready to make a dramatic entrance, here he is! Your favorite rejected camper! You all know him, you all love him, please give a great big welcome to…MR. L!"
There was an explosion of cheers and applause, and crazed fangirls screaming shrilly as the familiar boy walked onto the stage. He waved several times, then pumped his fist into the air triumphantly, greeted by more cheers, before he sat down on the bottom row of bleachers next to Wario.
"Alright, now first off, we'll ask each of these eight guys here what they think of not being on TDMA. We'll start with L. L?"
All eyes were on him.
"Well, believe me, I'd love to be there, competing in challenges, with the thrill of the contest. But hey, I lose in the tryouts, and I actually got to keep 1 million dollars; I'm grateful for that, so I shouldn't be complaining. I guess my biggest regret is that I can't be with Wendy."
There were a lot of "Awwwww"s from the audience and the teens onstage.
Mr. L continued speaking. "I'd just like to tell her that I miss her, I look forward to being with her again, and I'm rooting for her. She's a great girl, I know she can win this!"
The audience went from "Aww"s to cheers once again.
"I (sniff) understand, man." Iggy said. "That was awesomely put, by the way. OK, our next camper, Wario. How do you feel about being a loser?"
"Well, I tried, man." Wario shrugged. "I tried my hardest in the tryouts, but I was don't make it."
"And how did that feel?"
"Well, how do you think?" Wario said, a slight hint of anger in his voice. "It's horrible! Knowing that you were one of the first to go, and that you won't get the money!" He calmed down a little. "But hey. It's better then being the first voted off, right, Napoleon?"
There was an "Ooooooh" from the audience.
"Uh…yeah. Anyway. Madison?"
"Well, I lasted fairly long in the Tryouts. Tenth sent home is a tough place to reach, right?"
She was met with a few cheers of approval.
"I wouldn't have minded being on the first season, but I am on this little segment, am I not?"
More, louder cheers.
"That's good enough for me."
"Heh, heh. Well said, Madison." Iggy nodded his head in approval. He then turned to the clueless koopa. "Koopie Koo?"
"What?"
"How do you feel about it?"
"About what?"
"Oh, God." Iggy muttered and rolled his eyes again. "Forget it. Mona?"
"Well, I was, what, the fifth to be eliminated?"
"Yeah. I think that's about right."
"Well, that's not too good. And I do wish I could've been in TDMA. But everything happens for a reason. And my not being in the first season is no exception."
"Uh…interesting." Iggy said. "OK, Toadette. How about you?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry." She put her cell phone down. "I guess I had fun in the tryouts, even though there was no service on the island!"
She was responded by some laughs. She glared at the crowd before continuing. "But, I guess if I get past that, it was OK. I met some nice people, made some friends. Nothing, however, was as hard as when that evil, low-down, scum-sucking, no-good, egotistical man threw it into the lake, and let it become shark food!"
She was met with roars of approval at the slandering of Luma MacLean.
"The other thing I hated was the reason I was voted off!"
"Uh, you did accuse L of being the reason for losing that one task, when he really did nothing wrong." Madison commented. "That, along with the fact that everyone liked him, was basically asking to be voted off."
"I didn't ask your opinion." Toadette replied fiercely. She then moved to glare at L. "And I still think that you're the reason we lost that task!"
"Whoa, whoa. Hey, chill out, OK? We're here to have fun." Mr. L said, holding his hands up defensively.
"Don't pull that nice-guy routine with me!"
"OK! I think it's time to move on to our next camper!" Iggy interrupted. Toadette glared at the geek, only to be glared back with another glare, which, surprisingly, was pretty fierce, especially for Iggy. Toadette sulked in her seat, arms folded defiantly.
"Skyler. It's your turn now. How do you feel about your performance in tryr, and not being in this season?"
Skyler, still recovering from her earlier fall, had one hand on her back and winced in pain before speaking. "Well, I guess my clumsiness got the better of me. I mean, I tried my hardest in the tryouts challenge, but I was just a little bit off."
"Or a lot off." Toadette commented. "You were terrible!"
"I don't really agree with that." Madison added. "Do not talking about my sister like that. I mean, sure you were clumsy, but that's just you. The real factor in your elimination was your being a brat when we sat you out. You were even stubborn and defiant when you were voted off."
Skyler paused, stunned by this, then continued. "But I was just trying to help! I wanted to play the game!"
"But that doesn't give you the right to act like a…"
"MOVING ON!" Iggy declared again, interrupting the tension. "Geez, what is this, an anger management class? Gosh! I can see why no one else wanted to host it…OK, so lastly, we have Isabel. Tell us, Isabel. You were the very first voted off. Your thoughts?"
"Well, I didn't want to risk breaking a nail! I mean, come on! Two broken nails in one day?"
There were several jeers, and Iggy quickly continued. "OK, OK. Enough about the tryouts; how do you feel about this season…or, more accurately, not being in this season?"
"Well, I still feel so stupid over how I didn't get to be in this season. All because I was in a cave with these knuckleheads searching for a cave that wasn't even there!"
"Hold up. Who are you calling knuckleheads?" Mona challenged.
"Uh, hello? I was the smartest girl in that group! I always had a feeling from the start that maybe the case wasn't there…"
"If you did have that feeling, then why didn't you say something?" Skyler retorted. "If you had, we'd all probably be in this season!"
"Oh, can it, Clumsy Girl! You couldn't hit water if you fell out of a boat. And I'm sure you've fallen out of a lot of boats before."
"At least I lasted longer than you!"
"Yeah, by two!"
"THAT DOES IT!" Iggy roared. "It's time for a commercial break!"
Commercial Break
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End of Commercial Break
"Welcome back to TDMA Aftermath!" Iggy welcomed after the cheesy commercial with the God-awful Billy Junes ended. "We've eased up some of the tension here." He glanced over at the eight guests: Isabel, Koopie, and Mona all had their arms folded and were looking away from each other.
"And now it's time for another part of the show! We've seen the eight contestants who couldn't get into the first season, but now let's look at those who did get into the first season, but have also been voted off, besides me.
"First, let's welcome back the second castmate to be voted off, one of the nicest guys in town, Roy!"
The familiar black-haired boy walked onstage, waving kindly at the audience. He then gave Iggy a hi-five, then sat down in the couch next to Isaiah's.
"So, Roy. You had a lot of fun this season, right?"
"Heck, yeah! It doesn't really matter how long I was here, I still had fun."
"But you missed out on becoming a teenage millionaire."
"Well, yeah."
"So tell me, how do you feel about your elimination?" Iggy asked
"Well, I was shocked. But it was down to Nyk and I in that challenge. I was the first caught, and Nyk didn't guard the flag too well, and didn't notice at all when the Mystery Castmate intentionally misplaced the flag. I guess that the viewers felt it wouldn't be fair to vote out Nyk. That, and the fact that he was probably more popular than me, means that I was their only option."
"But then again, Nyk was voted off the week after you."
"Yeah. He was. It's a shame, too. He's a tough guy, but he didn't last any longer than the third week." Roy shook his head.
"I agree." Iggy then addressed the audience and cameras again. "And speaking Nyk, it's time to welcome our next special guest! He's a fan favorite, everyone's favorite karate kid, not to be mistaken with the film Karate Kid, it's Nyk!"
The karate boy walked onstage blankly. There was applause at his entrance. He then stopped at center stage, turned to the audience, then clasped his hands together and bowed.
The crowd went even wilder.
Smiling, Nyk straightened up, turned around sharply, and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Roy.
"Alright, Nyk." Iggy started. "How do you feel about being third voted off?"
"Well, I am disappointed. You would be, too, if you had been in my situation."
Iggy shrugged.
"But, as a warrior of honor, I must remain dignified, even in the face of defeat."
More roars of approval from the audience.
"Well said, man! Well said."
"And I'm glad that the kind viewers out there gave me a second chance after the second challenge. I was at fault for our team's loss, but they spared me. Well, all except for that jock!"
There were jeers and boos at the mention of Mario.
"But I knew that I was losing my touch. That became especially clear when I messed up again the third task. At that point, I knew that twice in a row was unacceptable, and that my number was up. So I knew all along that I was going to be voted off; I had it coming."
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Iggy said as he nodded. "And now for our final guest!" Iggy declared. "The toughest chick in the nest! The boldest girl you've ever seen! This girl puts Wonder Woman to shame, please welcome back Peach!"
The crowd cheered again as the muscular girl walked onstage, smiling weakly and waving. She sat down on the couch next to Nyk.
"So, Peach." Iggy started. "You think that you're the strongest…"
"Because I AM the strongest!"
Iggy nearly fell off of his couch. "Sorry, sorry. Right. So you're the strongest, huh? Just how does the strongest of all the competitors get eliminated fourth?"
"She took me by surprise, OK? If she had given me a little warning, I could've taken them all down! I can conquer ANYONE!"
"OK, OK. I get it." Then the geek addressed the cameras and the audience. "It's time for the next segment to begin! In this part of the show, we'll answer questions from some of our Internet viewers, or viewers on the Web-Cam. The questions can be about anything, directed to anyone, and could be the question of the day! (Author Note: All of the Internet viewers are my friends from Wattpad)
"OK, so our first question, through a message." Iggy looked at the screen of the computer on the desk in front of him. "Mishkia_Skech asks, 'Iggy, how do you feel about being voted off first?'" Iggy straightened up. "Well, Mishkia, I was disappointed, believe me. No one wants to be the first to go. But I left knowing that there probably was no better choice at that time. I screwed up. It was my fault."
"I'll say!" Ruth instantly spoke up. She was met with many glares. Isaiah, however, ignored it.
"Alright. Next question, from ILuvsGenevieve: L, who do you think the Mystery Castmate is?"
All eyes were on L.
"Whoa, that's a tough question to answer." The teen pondered for a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "First off, I don't want to accuse anyone right now. Second, I have a feeling that it's not either Cat Peach or Mario; the two people everyone thinks it is."
"Well, WHY NOT!" Peach asked angrily.
"Look, it's just a feeling, OK? And, honestly, I can't say for sure who it is. All I know is that, and this is just a guess, I think it actually might be someone on the Flaming Directors."
There were lots of murmurs and whispers all around.
Mr. L simply shrugged. "Whatever. I've made my guess."
"Alright." Iggy said, shaking his head. "That was a major disappointer. Anyway, the next question, which is from T_A_C_I_P: Toadette, Madison, and all of the other girls: How can you say such bad things about Mario? Who cares if he's mean and/or manipulative? HE'S HOT!"
"Are you kidding me?" Madison angrily exclaimed.
"Hotness doesn't make up for the fact that he's a total…" Toadette was interrupted by Iggy.
"Alright, let's try one more time! miya_hopper's question is: L, if things with you and Wendy don't work out, would you like for me to give you my phone number?"
Mr. L eyes widened. He started to open his mouth.
"OK!" Iggy quickly interrupted. "I think that, after that creepy display, it's time to move on to the next segment!"
There were sighs of disappointment from the audience.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. But come on! More crazy questions like that, and we might as well forget it! And, thinking ahead of time here, I think that we should just skip the Web-Cam segment as well."
At that moment, around all of Canada and North America, disappointed viewers shut off their Web-Cams and began cursing miya_hopper.
Back at the theater, Iggy continued. "Anyway, here's the next segment! It's time for 'Truth or Trapdoor'!"
The audience went wild.
"In this little game, we'll ask our special guests, one by one, a question. It can be about their experience, their enemies, their friends, or even their feelings toward Luma!"
Laughter.
"If they lie, the huge trapdoor underneath will open, and they'll fall into the pool of water below!"
"Doesn't sound too bad." Roy shrugged.
"Oh, and I forgot to mention that the water in that pool is at least fifteen degrees below zero!"
The three guests shuddered and shared nervous glances.
"Based on your answer, whether true or false, we'll have a brief discussion about it before moving on to the next contestant. Anyway, it's time to begin! Ruth, you're up first."
Jeremy and Josh got up off the couch and backed away, leaving Peach sitting by herself. She stared down Iggy hard, but he was unfazed.
"First question: Do you hate Cat Peach?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"Just answer it."
"Do I 'hate' her? Well, no-WAUGH!"
The trapdoor opened up. The couch, since it was bolted to the platform, remained where it was; the same could not be said for its occupant. The geek, the nice guy, and the karate kid jumped to avoid any of the water that splashed out of the six-foot deep pool when Peach hit the water.
"OH MY GOD!" Pw screamed at the top of her lungs and jumped right out of the pool, shaking and shivering as she clung to herself for warmth. "THAT'S…C-C-C-COLD!"
She slowly fell back onto the couch behind her after it rose back to its original position, shivering, shaking, knees banging against each other, teeth chattering.
"Fif-fif-fifteen degrees below zero? More like FIFTY DEGREES below zero!"
But no one noticed her outburst; the whole theater, Iggy, the audience, the special guests, and the eight "losers" were all doubled over with laughter.
"SHUT UP!"
Despite the roar, several laughs and chuckles still lingered. Peach glared at the audience before looking back at the geeky host.
"That's how it feels, huh? So, Peach. It seems like you truly do hate Cat. Why is that?"
"Why? (Chatter, chatter) WHY? (Shake, shake) I'll tell you why! 'Cause she's (shiver) a low-down, goody-two shoes, sniveling, scheming little bitch! That's why!"
"And why exactly do you think that she's a 'low-down, goody-two shoes, sniveling, scheming little bitch?"
"Because she thinks she's so good all the time! She thinks that by pulling all of those stunts behind everyone's back, she can get to the top! Everyone was right to suspect her of it at first, because she DID do it! And then she acted all innocent! I know her little game."
"So basically you hate her because you know that she's the Mystery Castmate?"
"Yes! Yes I do! That, and the fact that I'm WAY better at physical challenges than her! Heck, she's a weakling! It was pure luck that she won the second task and the last task! She thinks that when she won the second challenge, she won her team's forgiveness, and they lost all of their suspicion about her. But I haven't."
"Why do you suspect her of it?"
"Because she's pulled crap like that before, and you ALL know what I'm talking about!"
There were nods and murmurs from the audience and the eight people on the sidelines.
"Yeah! Like the time she smuggled a tranquilizer gun during one of the tryouts challenge so that she would have the advantage!" Madison mentioned. "Or when she locked me and Skyler in the Old Boathouse during the race for the million dollars?"
"Yeah!" Toadette agreed. "We still need to get back at her for that!"
"I usually don't say bad things about anyone, but I have to admit that she has done things like that in the past." Mr. L admitted.
"OK, OK! Settle down, people!" Iggy commanded and raised his hands in the air. "I know that we'd all like to discuss how much we hate Cat, but we must move on."
Despite the groans from the audience, he continued. "Roy? You're up."
Peach, still shivering and quaking, got up off the couch to make way for Roy. He sat down on the couch, barely showing any signs of nervousness.
"Your question: Are you bitter towards how you were eliminated in the second week instead of Nyk?"
"Uh, no."
Everyone waited for the trapdoor to open, but nothing happened.
"Whoa, man! Y-you actually weren't lying? Come on! We're talking about the reason you missed out on a million bucks!"
"I know. And I didn't lie."
"Really?" Both Nyk and Iggy asked.
"Heck, yeah. I mean, sure I was disappointed, but given the circumstances, I really felt that Nyk deserved to stay more than I did."
"Really?" Iggy asked again.
"I mean, we were the two on the front lines that night; it could've been either one of us. I was the first to be tagged, and Nyk had been guarding the flag when it was snatched by the Mystery Castmate…"
"Cat." Peach interrupted.
"…and misplaced." Roy finished, barely acknowledging the interruption. "Both of us screwed up that night, and I guess the viewers really felt sympathy for Nyk. I mean, he didn't know. That, and the viewers really like him better."
" 'Liked' being the key word here." Peach said.
"Ruth's right." Iggy admitted. "Nyk escaped elimination that week, but was given the boot the very next week! How do you feel about that?" Iggy asked, clearly desperate for a lie.
"What can I say? He blew his second chance. No offense, man."
"None taken." Nyk replied with a shrug.
"Oh, come on! Just one little white lie!" Iggy pleaded. "We want to see someone else get frozen!"
"Well, I'm sorry to spoil your fun." Roy shrugged.
The trapdoor opened up.
Less than a minute later, Roy had gone through the same ordeal Peach had, and stood off to the side, shivering and quaking.
Iggy was still busting his guts over the incident, and was barely able to say, "And now (heh, heh) it's time for (ha!) Nyk to go up!"
The karate kid sat down on the couch, shifting nervously in his seat.
"Alright, Nyk. Let me think of a question that you're sure to lie about…Got it! OK, Nyk. What is your opinion towards Mario?"
"My opinion towards Mario?" Nyk was surprised at how obvious the question was. "I think he's, to word it delicately, a jerk!"
"Well said!" Madison encouraged.
"He clearly likes to manipulate people!"
"Yeah…but come to think of it, he hasn't tried that kind of thing even once since then." Mr. L pointed out.
Everyone thought for a moment, then realized. "You're right. He actually hasn't done that in a while, has he?" Nyk said. Then his eyes went wide.
"Hey." Iggy said as he realized. "If you just said that he likes to manipulate people, when he really hasn't done that in a while, doesn't that technically mean that you li-."
"NOOOOO!" what screamed and started to get up off the couch just as the trapdoor fell away.
SPLASH!
"!" The karate kid screamed as he fell into the unforgiving cold water. He also jumped out of the pool with incredible reflexes, and fell face-first onto the wooden floor of the stage. Peach and Roy helped him to his feet. He was now really cold and in pain.
"Oooooohhhhh…" He stood there, shaking and coughing. "Why did I ever sign up for this?"
Iggy then turned back to the cameras, barely able to hold back his fiendish grin. "Alright, viewers! I think it's time to wrap up the show! But don't worry; we'll be back soon, with more special guests, more hi-jinks, and much more fun than ever before! So tune in next time for the next awesome episode of Total…Drama Mario…Action…Aftermath!"
