Every plan has a method to its madness, and now you'll see what Martin was thinking. Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama.
Chapter 12: The X-Treme
When you see a superhero that has no real superpowers, but instead has pushed their body to its absolute limit in one way or another, you start to wonder if that isn't their superpower. They'd probably tell you otherwise, saying that what they do is still within what the human body is capable of. The only thing holding the rest of us back... Pain. Not that pain is a bad thing, but without it we'd all be lifting cars off the ground. The downside is that we'd be breaking our arms in the process. Those superheroes that have pushed their bodies to the limit don't seem to have that problem, hence where the debate about them having superpowers comes in.
Both teams were outside the cabins, getting some stretches in for the next challenge. "So," Heather said, "I noticed the Bass seemed to have all but turned on Harold. You have something to do with, Martin?" She smirked as she said this. Martin grinned. "I may have fed him a lie during our stint in the medical tent that Courtney was the one behind Duncan's bullying. With those two arguing so often, I knew it was only a matter of time before they hooked up in some fashion. And then when Courtney found most of the Bass suddenly voting her off, that she'd be so livid she'd ask what the hell they were thinking."
"And Harold would call her out on something that wasn't true, right?," Lindsay asked, actually starting to understand Martin's logic. "Bingo," Martin said, "And he'd be forced to explain that I was the one mentioned it, which the Bass wouldn't really believe, at least not at that moment. But we can't waste time. The longer we go without a win, the longer Harold has to patch things up." "Why the vendetta against Harold?," Lindsay asked. "He's won both the dodgeball challenge and the talent show for the Bass," Martin said, "We can't underestimate him. Given the right circumstances, he could snatch that prize money right out from under us."
"Okay teams," Chris said, "Now that you've had some had some time to loosen up, let's get started explaining today's series of tasks. First, we have the extreme sofa skydiving! We'll have one member of each team skydiving out of our camp plane, while their team will be hauling a fold out sofa for you to land on. Don't worry, we've double-checked the parachutes to make sure they'll save you. For this challenge, we'll be having Trent and DJ do the jumping." "No problem," Trent said, "They say the best glimpse of Heaven's on the way into Hell." DJ gulped before nervously saying, "Okay, bring it on..."
"Before we get into that," Chris said, "We have our second challenge. The extreme rodeo moose riding! We'll be having one contestant from each team ride a wild Canadian moose for eight seconds. Be careful, he bucks hard. And if you don't hold on, he'll be bucking you into a pile of stinky sweat socks we have not far from his pen." Leshawna scoffed. "That's nothin' but laundry day back home." "Funny you should say that," Chris said, "Because you'll be riding for the Gophers, while Geoff is riding for the Bass."
"Hope those two know what they're getting into," Owen said to Martin, "I've seen a lot of moose when they become mad." Martin nodded. "The final task," Chris said, "Is extreme sea-doo water-skiing! We'll have one contestant driving the sea-doo over this shallow mud-pit, pulling a member of the opposite team behind them. The water-skier must try to collect as many flags as possible as the driver runs through the course. The driver must cross the finish line at the end, or their team will be disqualified from the task. We'll have Harold skiing for the Bass, while Lindsay will ski for Gophers."
"Awesome," Lindsay said, "I can get a chance to model my new bikini." "As for the rewards," Chris said, "Besides getting invincibility, the team who completes the most tasks will get a fully tricked out mobile shower, complete with all the amenities." "Extra incentive," Martin said, "Nice." "Extra for what?," Owen asked. "Well," Martin said, "We don't want to get kicked off, right?" "Good point," Owen replied. Megan and Sarah, meanwhile, had pulled Harold aside. "We'd better win this next challenge," Sarah said, "Or a certain red-head is getting kicked off next." Harold gulped.
The teams took a quick break for breakfast. As they were cleaning the plates off, Gwen noticed a small love letter with a valentine heart on it. Bridgette and Izzy, who were nearby, looked over her shoulders. "For the girl with smoldering eyes?," Izzy said, "This must be a love letter. But who's it for?" "Not sure," Gwen said, "This could be describing any girl on the island." "Well," Bridgette said, "Let's see, Ezekiel was the first one kicked off, so Sarah's out. It can't be Lindsay, since Tyler was voted off too. Izzy, you haven't really hooked up with anyone, and come to think of it neither has Leshawna." "I also don't think Duncan wrote this," Gwen noted, "Since Courtney was the last one voted off."
"So," Izzy said, "It's either for one of you, or else Heather, or maybe Megan." "Well," Bridgette said, "Let's see if we can't find out. But..." She looked at the letter. "Can Martin, Trent, Geoff, or DJ even write good haiku?" "Maybe Martin learned how," Izzy said, "Heather did mention her mom comes a Japanese family." "Let's sort it out while the challenges are going on," Gwen said, "None of us were selected so we have that." And with that, they teams went out for the first task. Trent and DJ were getting ready skydive. Trent noticed the love letter the girls were carrying. "Who wrote that?," he asked.
"So it wasn't you?," Gwen said. "I'm more of a song kinda guy," Trent said, and he took a look at the letter. "What kind of letter is this anyway?" Bridgette chuckled as Gwen just shook her head with a smile. "Guess that's one guy off the list. Good luck anyway Trent." Trent nodded, and he and DJ took off. At five-thousand feet, it was pretty hard to see the drop zone. Still, Trent took a deep breath and jumped, opening his parachute once he was clear of the plane. Down below, the Gophers were having a tough time moving their couch. Martin took a look and snickered. "Owen asleep on the couch."
Unable to move him, Heather got the bright idea to paint a red x on Owen's behind for Trent to land on. "That should be a soft landing," Martin said. Izzy then pulled on his ear and whispered into it. "What?," he said out loud, "Heather hates haiku. She said she can never figure out how to write that stuff." "Subtle Izzy," Gwen muttered. "What's this all about?," Heather asked. Izzy showed her the love letter. "Martin didn't write that," Heather said, "He doesn't need some sappy poem." "So much for that," Izzy said, "That just leaves Geoff and DJ."
As they were speaking, Trent came in, but missed the couch and landed in the dirt. Gwen rushed over to pick him up. "Are you okay?," she asked. Trent smiled and nodded. "That was the biggest rush I ever had." DJ jumped next, and despite some initial trouble managed to get his parachute open. Down below, the Bass were pushing along their couch. "Say Geoff," Bridgette said, "Can you think of anything seriously romantic?" Geoff thought for a second. "I'll be honest, DJ's been giving me a lot of advice on the matter, but to tell the truth romance isn't my forte. Heck, I don't even know what forte means." Bridgette couldn't help but giggle at that, but got the impression Geoff wasn't the author of the poem.
Once the Bass heard DJ screaming his lungs out, they hurried to get under him and managed to help him land safely on the sofa. "Way to go DJ!," Megan said as she hugged him. Chris landed the plane, and announced, "And the Bass take the first part of the challenge. Leshawna and Geoff, get yourselves ready for part two." Gwen and Izzy walked over to Bridgette. "Any luck?," Izzy asked. "Well," Bridgette said, "I found Geoff can be honest about himself, which is pretty sweet actually. But other than that, I don't think he wrote that poem." "That just leaves DJ," Gwen said, "But come to think of it, I don't think 'smoldering eyes' described Megan."
As Geoff mounted the moose, he noted, "Rodeo riding just like surfing. Once you catch the lip, you just flow with the mojo." "Somehow I don't think riding a moose is that easy," Bridgette said. Sure enough, once Chef unlocked the pen, the moose bucked Geoff off it in only three seconds. Geoff did have a soft landing in the socks, albeit a stinky one. "That's gonna take forever to wash out," Sarah said, waving her hand in front of her nose. Leshawna mounted the moose next. "Hope you have a mooseburger recipe handy," she said to Chef.
The moose didn't seem to take kindly to that remark, but no matter what it did, it just couldn't shake Leshawna. By the time it finally collapsed from exhaustion, Leshawna had stayed on for a full minute, more than securing victory for the Gophers. "All right teams," Chris said, "We're now all tied up with each team having one win apiece. This next one will decide it. Both teams will determine who will driving Harold, and who will be driving Lindsay." Lindsay, as if on cue, stepped out in a tight green bikini. "I think you'd better handle this," Martin said to Heather. Heather nodded. Meanwhile, Harold convinced the team that Duncan should be the one to drive.
On Chris's signal, Heather drove the sea-doo so fast it knocked Harold off his skis. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to stop Harold from somehow picking up all five flags. Knowing she had to cross the finish line or get her team disqualified, Heather turned around on the sea-doo, got out a small pocket knife, and was about to cut the cord Harold was holding onto when a nearby branch managed to tear her top off, exposing her bare breasts for the whole camp. "Wow," Martin said, "She's a C-Cup." Harold was so stunned by the sight that he slammed face-first into a rock on the course, causing him to lose.
As Martin got something for Heather to cover herself with, Bridgette got back from talking to DJ. "No dice," she said to Gwen and Izzy. "Okay," Gwen said, "Maybe this is from someone who's just crushing. Like... Wait a minute! Ever since Izzy's bellydancing routine a few challenges ago, Owen seems to have been crushing on her." "Maybe," Izzy said, "But do you really think Owen could come up with something like this?" The three girls looked at each other and laughed. Meanwhile, Duncan and Lindsay were in position. Once again, despite Duncan's best efforts, Lindsay managed to get all five flags.
In an act of desperation, Duncan simply let go of the handlebars, but only succeeded in getting himself knocked into a nearby tree, while Lindsay skied to victory on her own. "Wow...," Chris said, "Didn't see that coming. Oh well, the Screaming Gophers win!" "That was awesome Lindsay," Heather said, having gotten a new top. "Thanks," Lindsay said, "I just really wanted that shower. Plus, I think we know who the Bass are sending off next." Later, after the girls finished their showering, Leshawna noticed the love letter Gwen had found.
"Huh," she said, "Looks like my secret admirer left another one." "Wait!," Gwen said, "You're the crush girl?!" "Well yeah," Leshawna said, "You know anyone else here with a booty as luscious as an apple." Bridgette, Gwen, and Izzy all looked surprised. "Okay," Izzy said, "But who could have wrote it? We ruled out almost every guy on the island. Except..." "No," Gwen said, "Harold? There's no way." "Well," Bridgette said, "We may find out tonight. Three guesses who my team's voting off." Gwen and Izzy nodded, having heard about Harold's accusation.
That night, Chris met with the Bass at the campfire. "It's coming down to it, huh?," Chris said, "You all know how this works. I'll start calling out names. Whoever doesn't get a marshmallow must leave the camp. So, let's start with Geoff.. Sarah... Megan... Bridgette... DJ..." He looked at Duncan and Harold, both of whom had bombed in the last challenge. "Duncan." Harold nodded, having been resigned to his fate. Before he left, the other campers all saw him off, since he had earlier mentioned he had an announcement to make.
"Leshawna," Harold said, "I just wanna say... I meant everything I said in that poem." Leshawna looked surprised. "Wait... So you were the one who wrote that...?" She went over and gave him a surprise hug. "Baby, you some kinda freaky." "Give Daddy some sugar?," Harold asked, and Leshawna obliged. And with that Harold left on the boat. "Best day of my life," he said, tossing a quarter into the air, which somehow exploded into fireworks. "Though I gotta wonder," he said as he sat down, "I never would've expected someone like Martin to pull this kinda stunt. Then again, it is a reality show."
To be continued...
The big merge is coming soon, and I'm starting to run out of idea for my inflections at the start of each chapter. What do you guys think, should I stop writing the them? Read and review.