"Last time on TDIR, The remaining 11 contestants went for a crazy battle for their life! In the end though, Gwen, who knew all she needed to know about death incarnate, was killed by… Courtney? With that severe of an elimination, by attempted murder, everything is looking grimmer and grimmer for our remaining 10 players. We've knocked out over half of the compitish! Only 9 more before we meet the end! Who will win, and who will fall? Well, find out 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! *LeShawna'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 other 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*
"Greetings contestants! I hope you are all ready for this!"
"No." Sierra bluntly stated, pushing her bowl of paste from her.
"Count me out." Duncan admitted, doing likewise.
"I'll have to agree."
"I'm in the middle of a tan, so not really."
And the list of bad opinions continued.
"OH, I'm sure that opinion will change soon enough!"
"Prove it?"
"You will be doing the most extreme Indy 500 sports crashes ever!"
"What?"
Harold sat up. "No way dude! You'd put…"
"All of your lives in jeopardy? Heck's yeah. I have in this bucket 10 slips of paper with various Indy 500 Crashes on it. Your job is to select a crash, and find some way to re-enact it. Whether it be with you actually driving the car, you remotely controlling the car, or by you taking scale models and taking frame by frame images, I don't care. You have unlimited resources form the outside world! That is today's challenge! Now, GO FOR IT!"
-Duncan's POV-
"Finally! A event that I won't have to kill myself over! This won't be a problem!"
-Courtney's POV-
"Okay. Things just got interesting again"
-Normal POV-
"Take your crash" Chris remarked. "Chef and I specially choose them."
Duncan, Harold, Sierra, and Heather instantly drew theirs. Harold brought his fist down re-marking 'score' as he did. Duncan brought his eyebrow upwards at his, while Heather and Sierra just looked at their images.
Courtney and Justin were next, and they both looked at the crashes, and shook their heads.
Tyler grabbed one for himself and one for Lindsey, who was sitting at the table, just staring at her bowl or paste.
Noah and Izzy grabbed theirs last, and Izzy jumped in the air, remarking "BOOM BOOOM!" At it.
-Team Checkers-Duncan-Jim Malloy's 1972 Fatal Qualifying crash-
The delinquent was standing in Turn 2, where the crash happened. "This is going to be pretty difficult" he remarked. "I don't even know what this looks like."
"No problem." Chris remarked. "I'm allowing access to You tube, so you can view the crashes yourself. But that means I expect them to be even more so closer to the MOST EXTREME INDINAPOLIS 500 CRASHES EVER!"
Duncan raised the left side of his unibrow. "Okay…" HE remarked, not exactly sure whether to thank him or not.
-Team Checkers-Sierra-Marco Andretti's 2007 Indy 500 Flip-
The rabid fan girl wasn't that far away from the very spot it occurred on the backstretch. "Okay. I've seen this in highlight reels, so I think I know what to do. First, I'm going to need strings! Oh yes! Lots and LOTS of string and rope!"
-Team Checker's- Heather- Mike Conway's 2010 Indy 500 crash
"Okay…To dangerous to drive the car myself…so, I've got a plan."
-Team Awesomeness-Noah and Izzy- Danny Ongaris' 1981 Crash and Vetior Meira's 2009 Indy 500 crash, respectively-
"So, you seen this before!"
"Yes. I had a old friend who liked this type of stuff, showed me A LOT of these crazy crashes. It won't be a problem, being as our crashes are so similar. Izzy, or, Explosivo, You know that you will need explosions, right?"
"Si, Si! Take una carro, smashes into the wall sideways, and light her up!"
"Good. I've got a slightly safer idea for mine, but it's still the same."
"Mi shalt need tres tonnes of TNT!"
"Yeah yeah. I'll go get it on the unicorn I have. But fuel would be more realistic."
"Not going to be a problem!" Izzy, not her other persona remarked.
-Team Checkers-Justin- Buddy Lazier's 1996 Indy 500 flip-
"To dirty to re-enact it myself, and Courtney isn't going to help me, so I'm going to have to take it the hard way. On a track mat." The eye candy remarked, beaming at the camera. A noise is heard, and apparently the camera man fainted at Justin's beautiful, white teeth, The camera fell with him.
-Team Checkers-Courtney-Gordon Smiley's Fatal 1982 Qualifying crash-
After turning off her PDA, the CIT looked about cautiously. "Okay. I have unlimited resources, so a railroad ties should work quite well." She pointed to an intern. "YOU! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
He ran up, trembling. "I need some railroad ties."
"We aren't all-"
"DO IT!" The frightened person ran off.
-Team Zeke-Harold, Tyler, and Lindsey-Patrick Berdard's 1984 Indy 500 flip, Sweede Savage's fatal 1973 crash, and Stan Fox's 1995 Indy 500 crash, respectively-
"You'll need to put some cracks here, here, and here in the car." Harold remarked, pointing to several sections on the nose. "Then, I'll detonate the dynamite here." He pointed to a cardboard wall he set up where the original Indy Pit entrance was. "And it should react with the fuel inside the car to do what is necessary."
Lindsey was standing on the pit lane, with a small 1:64 scale model of the Indy motor speedway, looking at a pair of 1:64 Indy cars.
"I seriously don't get this…"
-3 hours later-
Duncan wiggled his finger over the turn-on button. "It's time for a test run…" He turned on the switch on the remote control, and the Indy car that was located on Pit Road jolted to life, releasing some smoke as it did. "Oh YEAH baby! This is going to come in handy!"
As he said that, He heard an equally loud vroom drive by him on the track, and turned to see another Indy Car running extremely fast down the straightaway. "WATCH IT!" He shouted as going into turn 1, he could see his machine nearly get run over.
Courtney ran by him. "Sorry Duncan! But I, for one, am not taking last place!" She remarked, heaving deeply.
"Fine. I'll still beat your sorry ass." He snidely remarked as she ran by.
He then looked at the laptop he was currently using, watching live feed that was being uploaded to the Total Drama Website. Using it as his guide, he was able to steer around the track another lap, then brought it to a slow, and a halt, on pit lane after completing one lap. "Runs like a dream."
Sierra shook her head at the commotion that was caused as Courtney's and Duncan's Indy cars drove by. She hammered the third metal beam in place, taking another bite of a chocolate bar in an attempt to speed herself up. "Must go faster, must go faster."
In turn 3, Heather brought the scale 1:25 model cars to a stop. Not far ahead of her, Justin was hard at work attempting to use a child's track mat to bring his crash to life, coupled with a pair of 1:64 cars.
Chris McLean walked by, and, seeing the model, shook his head negatively. "How pathetic."
He then pulled up the bull Horn. "ATTENTION EVERBODY! YOU ALL HAVE 23 MORE MINUTES TO COMPLETE YOUR RENEACTMENT! I REPEAT, 23 MORE MINUTES!"
He then saw Harold and Tyler working hard at the Fatal crash of Sweede Savage. Then, getting up, he approached Chris. "Have you no respect!" He demanded.
"Say what?"
"Have you no respect for the dead! I mean, these guys died doing what they love, and to try and pathetically increase ratings, you try to re-enact something that cost lives?"
"I have lots of respect! Lots. For me! These guys are old and dead and in their graves! They have no problem with us doing this!"
-22 minutes later-
"YOU ALL HAVE 60 SECONDS!" Chris shouted from the flag stand, then patted his bullhorn. "I love this thing."
As the seconds wore down, everything went into a quick hurry. Suddenly, he heard a whistle, and behold, everyone was getting off the track, and pulling into safer locations. "Okay! First up, we have Tyler's Crash re-enactment on the most extreme sports crash ever! Sweede Savage's 1973 Indy 500 Crash!"
As he screamed that, an Indy car on the backstretch whizzed to life, Tyler driving the machine, and he floored the thing going into turn 3. Camera's focused, one behind the thin cardboard wall, one with Chris, and one at the pit road's actual entrance.
Tyler spun the wheel hard to the left coming out of 4, and as he did, he leaped out of the car, rolling about several times, stopping just right to see his creation.
BOOM! The machine hurled itself into the wall, exploding, and sending pieces everywhere, fire spreading all over the exit of turn 4. The cardboard wall was incinerated, and the machine actually went into the current entrance wall, and one of the two larger pieces stopped on the tire barrier.
"Wow! Let's take some other looks!" The host said, oblivious to Tyler's scorched body.
-Replays-
From the Pit road entrance camera, the machine slammed into the Cardboard, shredding it as it exploded. The explosion briefly lifted the car into mid-air, only for it to then ram nose first into the actual barrier, the cameraman fleeing for his life. The second impact ignited the rest of the machine, and it went for a long, wild flip.
The Cardboard Camera was just slightly behind the initial impact, so when it hit, the camera and camera man were flung backward instantly.
-Normal POV-
"Okay. Point here, there, take 3 and 7 minus 5.…And his end score is 6 of 10! Good job! And now, for Duncan's most Extreme SPORTS CRASH EVER!"
Chris was now standing in the infield of Turn 2, beside the punk. "Ready for this, because it will blow your eyes out." He throttled the machine up, and drove it like he stole it. Chris looked anxiously, and going into the crash turn, the camera began rolling. The machine went right into the outside wall, jumping into the air much like in the actual crash, and slid into the backstretch grass.
As it did, things went unexpected. One of the axle pieces stuck into the ground, and flipped it over, causing it to slide on it's roof through the grass.
"Oh Duncan, that's going to take quite a few points away from you, I suppose."
The interns ran to the machine, and flipped it over. As the demolished mangled mess was hauled away, the narcissist looked at the competitor. "What was with the long brown hair?"
"The dummy inside was built to look like Courtney." He chuckled.
"Then take this!" Courtney said as she walked up. "This is going to be a ton more realistic then his puny incident!"
"Oh yeah! Let's see you try princess!" he cackled, and leaned against a pole.
Courtney turned on her steering control, and drove it through Turn 2, which was still partially littered with debris. She yanked the wheel far left, then right, and it went head on into the outside wall. The fuel tank ruptured, and like Sweede Savage's crash, it split into multiple parts, and tumbled down the stretch.
Chris, Courtney, and Duncan all ducked form the onslaught of debris that fell on them. Most notably, Chris got pelted with…Green hair?
"What?" he remarked, holding up the hair.
"The dummy was built to represent Duncan." She smirked, and got punched by Duncan.
"Yeah right. Representations means nothing!"
"Okay. Duncan, you received a 7 average, and since Courtney's was spot on, she receives a 10 of 10!"
"What!"
"YES!" She remarked from the ground. Duncan stared her down. "Ah shut up already! We know you-"
She grabbed him by the legs, an the two began brawling in the grass. "Although I'd LOVE to watch this fest, we have to move on with the MOST EXTREME INDY 500 SPORTS CRASHES EVER! When we come back here, on TOTAL DRAMA INDIANAPOLIS RACING!
-Post commercial break-
"Welcome back to TDIR, were Sierra is going to attempt to re-do Marco Andretti's 2007 Indy 500 flip!"
"Thank you Chris!" Sierra ran to one of the four metal rods surrounding a Indy car on the four tires respectively, pressed the button, and the metal rods supns, with the car inside once, before lifting the car into the air via a vertical conveyor belt, and slamming it down on it's roof. She smiled proudly.
"2."
"!"
"Yes, a 2. You didn't put it back in the grass, there was a lack of another car, and there were no metal poles in the actual crash. NEXT!"
Harold walked up proudly. "Chris, I want you to witness the best accidental redo of any crash you have ever seen!" He played the video form the Total Drama Website.
-video-
"HOLY - A MONSTER CRASH!" The commercial break ends right after that, and picks up on him a bit calmer. "A terrifying crash has just occurred in between Turns 3 and 4, we do not yet know the driver involved. He spun coming out of turn 3, and slammed the inside barrier with the car, disintegrating it beyond identification, as the debris litters all of that short-chute, and Turn 4." Chris gets up and begins pacing, worried about a lawsuit If the driver died.
"We have identified the driver, it is The 3. Harold's Car."
Again, the medical team attends, but Harold is active and okay.
-Harold's POV-
"Yeah. I knew I could survive. The sweat bled through the gloves and got onto the wheel, and I lost control, spun into the infield, and herd a loud bang. My body was a bit sore, but I was flung all over the place, inside, outside, upside-down. I landed on my side. I think it was. There was just the seat, and a bit of the front end of the car. Everything else was busted up. But I'm cool man. I enjoyed it."
Replays of the incident from the Total Drama Indy car race were spot on in every way possible, and Chris watched, mouth agape. "OH…kay. Another 10."
Harold remarked 'score' as he brought his fist down.
Problem was, everyone's crashes after that were suck-ish. Heather scored only a 3, Justin a 1, and Lindsey scored a 2.
Noah and Izzy were the only ones left, but hat was when it got shocking. Izzy stood at the exit of pit lane with a TNT switch, only it didn't hook up to what you might think it would. Rather then explosives, a Indy car plowed right into the outside wall, demolishing it beyond recognition as it slid on it's side, a charred mess.
"Whoa-oh-oh-wow! 10! Danny Ongaris would of thought he was having a out of body experience if he saw that!"
Noah was the only one left, and it was perfect. Going into 1, the two remote controlled Indy car's collided, and the look alike car of Vetior Meira's machine slid perfectly into turn 2 before landing on all fours. No problems.
"9. The other guy, he's not supposed to be in the infield grass." Chris remarked to his ex-employee. And now, to tally everything up! The team that loses, I'll be calling to the Media room!"
-Voting ceremony-
"Look, Team Checkers, you all majorly suck! Like as in, big time!" Heather looked down glumly, Duncan shook his head, and Sierra frowned. "Heather has invicibilty, meaning that it's either Duncan or Sierra. It's a go or go-homer time here at TDIR. The last brick fragment goes to…"
-Heather's POV-
"Of course I voted for Duncan. He's always made it WAYYYY to far in the previous seasons."
-Sierra's POV-
"As much as I'd like to vote out Heather, she has immunity, so Duncan is going."
-Duncan's POV-
"Sierra. Even if I got a choice, she'd be going."
-Normal POV-
"Both of you!" Chris remarked, braking the brick fragment, and throwing it at both of them. "Psyche! This was a reward challenge! Team Awesomeness will be receiving their reward soon! But Sierra, you'd better be counting your luck bank deposits. You would have been gone!"
-Team Awesomeness-
"This reward for today's challenge is going to be a big help for you both!" Chris said as he looked at the two of them. "At the first voting ceremony after Team Disbandment, both of you receive two votes each."
Noah's eyes widened as he sat up. Izzy just sat there, paying close attention.
"I was hoping that a different team would receive this award, but you two have really persevered throughout this entire challenge. And one more thing. Next week, something that will shape the entire face of the Total Drama Indianapolis game will take place." The remaining two players form Izzy's team leaned in, but Chris waved his index finger. "Nope! I'm NOT going to tell you! You'll find out, soon enough! Now out with you! I want to get a facial treatment!" He shooed them out, and they walked out, hand in hand, Izzy swinging the linked one wildly through the air with his.
"Pleaseeeee Heather! I-I don't want to go through this again!" The brunette ignored the dumb blonde's cries for mercy, and prepared to remove the outermost garments on her chest.
"You'll enjoy it soon enough. You'll learn to love it." She hissed at her, and she slipped one hand between her cleavage, only for another's presence to appear behind her. The antagonist whirled around to see who caught her.
"Get your perverted hands…" Tyler said, fists clenching. "Off of MY Girlfriend!" He gritted through his teeth.
"And why should I?" She asked, UN-sandwiching Lindsey from her position between Heather and a series of wooden planks.
"I'll give you one good reason." He remarked, pulling out a yo-yo, and spun it over his head like a lasso. Lindsey sighed in part relief and part hope, while Heather smirked. This guy had the worst luck in the series! He wouldn't be able to take her down!
Tyler let the yo-yo loose, and Heather held out her arm, and caught it. "Nice. I'm used to doing this with two, but one will suffice." Then, in a unforeseen series of events, Heather slipped her middle and index finger through the loop, clenched her fist, and began swirling it wildly through the air. The jock's eye's expanded widely, and Heather took a run forward, perfecting Harold's num-yo wielding skills on the male. "Take this!" She slammed it into the ground just inches from Tyler's left foot. "And THIS!" She then hit him in the opposing foot, then cut across, the weapon never loosing speed, and slammed him in the knee. He stumbled back, tripped over his own feet, and fell onto his back, looking up at his opponent with fear. Normally, he'd never attack a female, but before he even got to lay a blow on this one, she had him overwhelmed.
"Astla vista!" Heather whirled it to life, only for her arms to get jammed around her sides. She looked over her left shoulder, the yo-yo spinning rapidly in her opposing hand.
"Let Todd Go!"
"Who's going to stop me!" She remarked, and slightly moving her arms, slammed her in the forehead, knocking the weaker female to the ground. Then, she picked up where she left off, and brought the weapon down on Tyler solar plexus, and he released a loud 'OOF' before going limp.
Lindsey sat up, grabbing her forehead, everything slightly blurry and still spinning. "Now, where were we!" She heard the cruel voice ask, and grab her by the arm, forcing her up. The nightmare was just beginning, again. There would never be any relief until one of them were voted out, and that couldn't happen until Team Disbandment.
Chris took a step back. "Whoa. Shocker. Heather took down the both of them. Will Lindsey's nightmare ever subside! Will Tyler ever be able to protect his girlfriend? What competition rattling event will happen next week! Will I get a contract signed for another season? Find out next time, here, only on
TOTAL
DRAMA
INDIANAPOLIS
RACING!
Oh my gosh, what have I done! I've turned Heather into a deranged, unstoppable rapist! Oh well. Not as Bad as turning Courtney into a deranged psychopath! What will happen next time? I know! And you'll know in a week! Find out then! But first, please R&R!