Man, can you BELIEVE after this chapter we'll be at the Final 10? It's been like two years now, a little more. So crazy!

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Last time on Total! Drama! Chaos! One dozen campers played some good ol' fashioned flag football…minus the football part! Lindsay used her brain, for once, Tyler was a good boyfriend, Eva was upset with Dakota's addition to her alliance, and Courtney and Jo were totally bamboozled! In the end, Noah and Gwen convinced Jo to use her Chef Idol on Trent, effectively breaking up the dynamic dup and forcing Justin onto their side. The pieces are coming together, with now only Ezekiel and Jo without any real alliance, and this game is about to get strategic! With eleven left, who will make it into the Final 10? Find out right now! On Total! Drama! Chaos!


The camera panned over the well used camp, scanning across the Mess Hall, cabins, and 1,000 foot cliff. It panned through the campground and came to a rest outside the two cabins.

All the contestants in the cabins were asleep.

Inside the boys cabin, the last five males were all sleeping soundly.

Harold was cuddled against his pillow, thumb in his mouth, sucking away peacefully.

Tyler was grinning in his sleep, his headband hanging on the bed post. He muttered something about winning the World Cup before turning over in his sleep, snorting, and falling silent.

Justin's face was scrunched up as he slept, a look of frustration etched across his handsome face. He twisted and turned, making irritated noises.

Noah was on his back,his arms behind his head, snoring slightly. A stray feather from his pillow floated up and back down with each breath.

Ezekiel was splayed out messily across his bed, foot twitching. He made odd little yelps and yips every know and then.

Meanwhile, in the girls cabin, the six females were also sleeping, though it was a little more noisy in this cabin.

Eva was snoring rather loudly, though everyone was either a heavy sleeper or had earplugs. The fitness buff was totally knocked out. It was doubtful even a slap to the face would wake her.

Dakota was smirking to herself, giggling impishly. Every now and then she'd cheer slightly.

Lindsay was snuggled up in her blankets, a peaceful smile on her face. She'd mutter something about her heels not matching her cape once, but other than that she was quiet.

Jo was practically running in her sleep. Her feet tread air and her face was scrunched up in concentration. She gave a vicious swing in the air and grinned triumphantly.

Courtney and Gwen seemed to be the only ones having quiet, peaceful sleeps.

That was soon shattered, however, as Chris had other plans for the campers, none of which involved sleeping peacefully.

"GOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS!" Chris boomed, startling everyone awake, even the deeply asleep Eva. "If you could all make your way to breakfast in the Mess Hall, that'd be dandy!"

"Woohoo, yeah-heh-hah!" Tyler cheered. "Let's do this, guys!"


(Confessional: Tyler.)

Tyler: Woohoo! Final Eleven! Yeah, I got 10th place in my last season, but that was only out of a cast of like, eighteen! *He counts on his fingers* That's like, fourteen better than seven, which equals out to be…*He scratches his head.* Two! Booyah! I'm winning this!

(End Confessional: Tyler.)


The sporty teen leapt out of bed and slipped on a shirt lying on the ground, thudding to the floor.

Harold, who had been in the middle of getting off his top bunk, landed on the prone jock and also fell flat on his face. "Gosh!"

"Can you bozos keep it down, I'm trying to wake up." Noah yawned, turning over in his bed and jamming the pillow over his ear.

"C'mon, we have to get up." Ezekiel encouraged. "Chris said so, eh."

Noah didn't move. "There's no more Duncan and Geoff or Dawn to either force or coerce me out of bed. I think I'm fine right here, thanks."

Justin dragged Noah off the bed forcefully. He landed in a heap on top of Harold and Tyler.

"That's one way of doing it." Tyler squeaked from underneath the two boys. He wigged his way out of the pile and leapt up. "C'mon boys, we have a Final 10 to make!"

The boys all cheered and whooped.


(Confessional: Noah.)

Noah: So, I've made it pretty far. Granted, this challenge, statistically, is where I got booted in World Tour. But I'm pretty confident in my state in the game. Once Dakota goes it's going to be a lot easier. I haven't really experienced this "evil" that she supposedly has, however. *He rolls his eyes* Either that Kasimar guy was just a big pansy, or she must be pretty good. I'm hopping for the former.

(End Confessional: Noah.)


Courtney, Dakota and Gwen had left to use the bathroom, so it only left Eva, Lindsay and Jo in the cabin.

Eva grunted as she did her thirtieth push up. "That's enough for now." She grumbled, getting up and cracking her back.

"I don't know how you do that, Eva." Lindsay mused. "I can barely do like, three push-ups!"

Eva shrugged. "It's all about consistency. You do three push-ups a day for a week, suddenly you can do five. Then after another week you can do ten. So on and so forth."

Lindsay nodded earnestly, though she looked confused. "Oh mai gawsh, I so wanna do that! Would you teach me?"

Eva eyed the blonde curiously. "Why do you suddenly want to do that?"

"Well, Tyler and I were talking last night, and he was all 'Ohmaigawsh Lindsay I love how you can stand up to people, you're so strong!' Then I was like, "Ohmaigawsh, you like it when I'm strong?' and he was all-"

"Can we just cut to the chase?" Eva asked, growing impatient.

"Oh, sure." Lindsay turned pink. "Well, I want to be strong for him, but for me too! It'd be great if I didn't have to ask my dad to open the salsa or the orange juice all the time."

Eva couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, then." She sat down heavily on her bed, eyeing the blonde.

Jo cut in. "Whoa! Why're you asking fitness help from her? Why not me?"

"Because I'm stronger than you." Eva smirked.

"I'll concede that." Jo admitted. "You and Lightning, as much as I hate to admit it, are the only ones who can beat me in an arm wrestle. But I'm much more limber and agile than you!"

"When Lindsay wants ballerina and gymnastics lessons, I'll send her your way, then." Eva rolled her eyes, turning back to Lindsay. "Now, just start with three push-ups, then three sit-ups. Do it again tonight, and then talk to me tomorrow, okay?" Jo seethed and stormed out of the cabin.

Lindsay beamed. "Thank you, Eva!"

Eva raised her unibrow. "Hey, you got my name right." She observed, getting up to leave.

"Well, Eva is a pretty easy name to remember." Lindsay giggled. "See you later!"

Eva gave a curt nod and headed outside.


(Confessional: Jo.)

Jo: Yeah, the final eleven. *She scoffs.* Big freakin' whoop. There were only THIRTEEN contestants in my season! This is nothing! I've got to beat fifth place! *She punches her hand.* And I'll get there!

(End Confessional: Jo.)


Gwen, Courtney and Dakota were in the bathroom. Dakota was in the shower, and Gwen and Courtney were brushing their teeth and getting ready for the day.

"My, this is awkward." Dakota chuckled from the shower stall.

"Oh?" Gwen sarcastically responded. "How so?"

Dakota emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around herself. "Well, three powerful females, all enemies! Don't you love the tension?" She chuckled.

"You're back to being your usually cocky self." Gwen observed, applying her gothic eyeliner to her her gothic self.

"Whatever do you mean?" Dakota asked innocently.

"Whatever, we don't need your cockiness, Dakota." Courtney butt n, adding emphasis to 'Dakota'.

Dakota rolled her eyes, walking into a stall with her clothes under her arm. "Whatever." She scoffed from inside, flipping the towel over the top of the stall. "Just don't be upset when I win!"

"Didn't you used to be dumb and a fame whore?" Gwen insulted. "I think I would've liked you better that way, and that means a lot, coming from me."

Dakota scoffed. "Puh-lease. I still want to be famous, and being the sexy villainess is a great way to get that. Besides, I get to treat you plebs like you deserve!"

Courtney rolled her eyes at this, but didn't comment.

"Man, you really are a bitch." Gwen rolled her eyes. "Can't wait to you're the hell off this island."

Dakota emerged from the stall. "Good luck, honey." She snarked, walking out.

Gwen just rolled her eyes and started brushing her teeth.


(Confessional: Dakota.)

Dakota: I don't even consider the Final Ten a milestone. I'm expecting to get WAY farther than that. *She smirks.* It's too easy now with my alliance with Courtney. I don't think she realizes how much she's doomed herself!

(End Confessional: Dakota.)


Dakota walked over to the Mess Hall, but was stopped by Chris, who had "Do not cross" tape over the entrance to the Mess Hall.

"What's this about?" The blonde inquired. "I'm hungry and I want to eat!"

"Just hold your horses." Chris laughed. "And wait for the others to get here."

Dakota crossed her arms and sighed.

"What's the hold up?" Came Tyler's cheerful voice from behind Dakota. He walked up with Noah and Justin.

The model and fame monger shared a glare, before Dakota's gaze moved to Tyler. "Chris won't let us in until we're all here." She complained.

"Great, I wonder what horrors are in store for us." Noah sighed as Tyler craned his head to peek in.

Chris smacked him with a newspaper. "No peeking!"

Tyler rubbed his cheek. "Hey! Where'd you get that newspaper?"

Chris eyed the newspaper. "I don't know, I've had it forever." He unrolled it. "President Jefferson elected president."

"That's probably worth something." Harold wheezed, coming up from behind the host to eye the newspaper.

"Yeesh!" Chris jumped at the nerds sudden arrival. "Stop being creepy, Harold!" He rolled the newspaper up and tossed it off screen. "Anyways, it seems like during this rather pointless comedy scene everyone else has arrived."

It was true, all eleven campers were impatiently waiting to feed themselves.

"You may enter, upupu!" Chris giggled manically.

"Why are you giggling like some monochrome teddy bear?" Eva snarled. "Just knock it off and let us eat!"

"Fine. I hope you won't be too angry about what happened in there." Chris smirked. "I'll see you dummies in about half an hour when I announce the challenge." With that, he departed.

"Finally!" Jo sighed, shoving past Harold and Lindsay. "I bet Chris set up something lame." She smirked. She looked around in the Mess Hall. "Yep, definitely lame. Only the loseriest of losers will care."

"NO!" Ezekiel cried loudly, starling everyone.

The blonde power player rolled her eyes. "Point proven."

"Where is Alfonso?" Ezekiel panicked, looking around. "WHERE IS ALFONSO?!"

"What?" Justin sighed, shaking his head. "Who the hell is Alfonso?"

"He's my favorite table!" The homeschooler replied. "He's gone!"

It was true, out of the six or seven tables previously in the Mess Hall, all but the original two had been removed.

Tyler moved to console the knuckle headed toque wearer. "You'll get through this, man. I know you will."

Ezekiel nodded and sniffled. "Thanks, man."


(Confessional: Ezekiel.)

Ezekiel: Man, Tyler sure is a good friend, eh! *He adjusts his toque.* Anyways, making it this far after three wretched seasons feels pretty nice. I don't even care if I win, I'm just glad I've finally made some friends! *He beams*

(End Confessional: Ezekiel)


"Welp, guess we gotta sit at one table." Justin said awkwardly.

All eleven campers, food treys in hand, were staring at the two tables.

Courtney shrugged and walked over to the left table. Eva followed quickly, Harold too.

Gwen and Noah awkwardly walked over to the other table and sat down. Justin and Ezekiel joined them, along with Lindsay and Tyler.

Dakota shrugged and joined Courtney, Eva and Harold.

"Oi, what're you doing?" Justin barked suspiciously.

"Sitting at a table that doesn't have two people ready to punch me out, freak." Dakota scoffed, thudding her trey down on to the table and staring coolly at the model.

"Whatever." Justin grumbled, tucking into his food.

Courtney rolled her eyes from her table, and noticed one contestant still standing. "Are you sitting?" She barked.

Jo shrugged. "I don't like any of your losers. Since it seems we're picking sides, I'll just sit on the floor." With that, she plopped on the floor.

"Not everyones taking sides, though." Ezekiel argued. "I'm just here because my buddy Justin is here. Dakota's only over there because my buddy Justin is here. My buddy Justin is only here because Dakota's over there." He looked up to Justin. "Right, eh?"

Justin shrugged. "Sure." He yawned, not really paying the homeschooler mind.

"Whatever." Jo yawned. "Eating here on the floor is fine, it's really no dif-AGH! Damn splinter!" She cursed, dropping her fork and attempting to get it out. "Son of a fu-"

As Jo continued to curse and moan and everyone else resumed their breakfast, the rest of the Final Eleven confessionals played:


(Confessional: Eva.)

Eva: *She smirks.* Finally, a season worth my time. I've been kicking butt since day one and I intend to keep it that way. *She cracks her knuckles.* And no Jo or Dakota or ANYONE is going to get in the way of that million. That sucker is mine.

(End Confessional.)


(Confessional: Justin.)

Justin: I don't even care about winning. All I care about is outlasting that little slime ball Dakota and getting revenge on Annie. I've got good allies and I don't care if I go two challenges from now if Dakota went today.

(End Confessional: Justin.)


(Confessional: Lindsay.)

Lindsay: *She throws her arms out.* Yaaay! I'm getting smarter and strong and I'm with Tyler! *She pushes her hands together and gushes.* This is, like, SO amazing! For the first time ever, I love it here! Yay!

(End Confessional: Lindsay.)


(Confessional: Harold.)

Harold: Yeah, this season has been pretty killer so far. *He wheezes slightly.* I haven't been able to showcase as many mad skills as when we were on the film set, but I'm getting pretty close. I have two radical allies, plus one kind of heinous ally, Anyways, it's going pretty sweet.

(End Confessional: Harold.)


(Confessional: Gwen.)

Gwen: Yeah, this season still sucks. I've got Noah, who is tolerable, and the brainiac couple, who are nice votes, but some bitch from last season voted off my boyfriend and has been mindfucking us all season, so that sucks. *She shrugs.* Like my attitude with all seasons, though, if I'm here I might as well try and win. That's what I plan on doing. Finally.

(End Confessional: Gwen.)


(Confessional: Courtney.)

Courtney: Right now we're outnumbered by like a lot, which is bad. It's only a matter of time before they figure out Harold, Eva and I are with Dakota, so we need to start evening the odds. I don't know who we'd target first. Probably Gwen or Justin. Guess we'll have to see how the cards play out. I will win this season though! It's finally my time!

(End Confessional: Courtney.)


Everyone had finished their breakfast and, not a minute after Lindsay placed her empty bowl on the counter, Chris practically pranced in, whistling excitedly.

"What's got a vibrator up your butt?" Jo yawned, reclining cockily on the floor, back against the wall and arms behind her head.

"Just the very last VR challenge of the season!" Chris grinned.

This caused a little ruckus.

"The last one? Those things were awesome!" Tyler complained.

"Why aren't they going all the way through to the end?" Dakota asked suspiciously. "Shouldn't there be another one at the Final 8, Final 5, and for the Final 2?"

"Nah." Chris grinned. "Too few people, it wouldn't be worth it. But, I must congratulate you on making it to the last VR challenge!"

There were mild cheers, mostly from Lindsay, Tyler and Ezekiel.

"Can we just get going already? We don't have all day." Courtney sighed.

"Very well, follow me to the VR center, if you please." Chris nodded, leaving the Hall.

"I wonder what kind of challenge it'll be." Harold wondered. "Hopefully something wicked."

"Maybe it'll be like some cool board game?" Gwen suggested. "That'd be pretty awesome."

"Or like a racing challenge! Extreme!" Tyler whooped.

"Knowing Chris, it'll probably be like Russian Roulette or something." Dakota rolled her eyes.

"Hah, I'd just take the gun and blow all you away." Jo smirked.

A few people looked at her weirdly.

"What? It's not like its in real life." The jockette protested.

"Out of the way, weaker me." Eva scoffed, pushing aside Jo and leaving the Mess Hall with Courtney and Harold.

Jo glared daggers at her retreating form before grudgingly following her.


(Confessional: Jo.)

Jo: C'mon! Eva is NOT more athletic than me! We're evenly matched! She's got more strength and I'm more nimble. *She crosses her arms and looks to the side, grumbling.*

(End Confessional: Jo.)


"Welcome campers to the Final Virtual Reality challenge!" Chris beamed as the five guys and six girls entered the VR room. "As this is our last VR challenge, I thought I'd play a little montage of all the best moments!"

"Ugh, he's getting sentimental. Your career is coming to an end, deal with it!" Noah groaned.

Chris ignored the braniac and grinned at the camera. "Play the clip!"


The camera pans across the thirty eight campers faces as they arrive in the virtual city. Harold is seen freaking out, and they all escape the building. Next, Owen is shown being blown up by a hot dog vendor, Blainley is creamed with a stoplight. Eva, Noah, Dawn, Duncan and Anne Maria all stay in the hotel, and later watch in horror as Lightning is comically forced out of the hotel. The five to stay win immunity and Blainley is shown howling in rage as she and Staci are forced on the Boat.


The thirty four campers are dressed in the funky looking laser outfits, doing battle in shifts in the steam filled futuristic game arena. Alejandro, Duncan and Sam were shown getting nice kills. Lightning was sniping people from above, and Noah got the ultimate win by constructing a laser grenade. Cody kissed Sierra goodbye and Cameron dejectedly left.


All four obstacle courses were shown in quick succession. The highlights played, including Tyler triple backflipping into jagged rocks, Alejandro breaking the monkey bars, Owen and Sadie totally wiping out, Noah sucking on the Wipeout Knock-off, and Eva's epic run in the heavenly obstacle course. Everyone was disappointed as Sam went home instead of Scott, and everyone was able to sleep normally again now that Izzy was gone.


The Slenderman recap showed all the pants wetting, the different groups reading the letters, Owen peeing in front of two other guys, Sadie getting dissolved, the wall dropping down at the oil tanker field, and quick clips of all the mayhem inside. Cody tripped Bridgette, Noah tripped and ate shit, and Harold tripped too. Brick and Jo tried to dig themselves out, but Brick was taken and Jo narrowly escaped. Ezekiel went feral and destroyed Slenderman, before destroying Courtney too. Sadie sobbed gruesomely as Katie and DJ departed.


A camera panned form a helicopters POV over the dark, decaying city. Moans and groans could be heard from afar. Grim shots of the eleven teams of two brandishing their weapons went in quick succession, and dramatic music played as Owen got his stomach torn out, Duncan shot Courtney, Geoff dived out a window, and Alejandro and Ezekiel both making it out of the elevators, as well as Brick and Heather. The surviving campers on top of the tower and on the docks fought for their virtual lives, and Harold, Ezekiel, Mike, Eva, Jo, Justin and Noah escaped successfully. Drama enfolded as Lightning and Heather were eliminated later that night.


Eighteen campers selected their superpowers, and Lightning, Zoey, Bridgette, Sam and DJ were brought on as guests for the challenge. Cody constructed a shield, only to have it be dented by Kasimar's foot. Justin took out Bridgette and Eva. Tyler mutilated Jo with a tornado, and Courtney owned Izzy with a shard of glass. Brick heard Ezekiel and confronted him, opening fire. Ezekiel blitzed around the house and put two arrows into Brick. Everyone collected and Lightning took them out. Skirmishes were shown and Geoff ultimately won, forcing the Rats to send someone home. Owen and Cody took the fall.


The serene atmosphere of all the different biomes was broken by a shot of the snarling horrifying monsters that hunted the remaining campers. Contestants were shown getting taken out one by one. Ezekiel nearly went feral, but escaped. Courtney and Harold escaped, Justin and Izzy did too. Brick saved Noah and Jo from elimination buy smashing the wheel and getting eliminated himself for breaking the rules.


Vicious gunfire was heard in the distance as the remaining fourteen campers blasted the crap out of each other with big ol' guns. Lindsay kicking Eva's butt, Ezekiel almost winning, and Noah sniping people were shown in succession. Izzy failed miserably and a quick cut showed her walking down the dock later that night.


"Ah, good times." Chris wiped a tear away. "Now, it's time for the ultimate VR challenge, it's a extreme show of strength.."

Heavy rock music started to play.

"Extreme!" Tyler whooped.

Eva flexed her muscles and roared.

Jo cracked her neck and roared.

"smarts…"

Harold's glasses made a "Shing" noise as they became reflective due to the light.

Noah crossed his arms and smirked.

"wits…"

Gwen rolled her eyes and sneered at the camera.

Dakota spun in a circle and blew a kiss at the camera.

"charm…"

Lindsay clapped her hands excitedly and squeed.

Justin licked his finger and wiped his eyebrow, grinning.

"and…well, whatever Ezekiel is." Chris frowned, ending his speech.

Ezekiel stuck his finger up his nose. "Eh?"

Gwen crossed her arms. "Why did you make us do those stupid things when you called out those traits?"

"Yeah, I felt like such a poser." Jo sneered.

"All in the name of the challenge, kiddies." Chris winked. "Now, if you wouldn't mind strapping yourselves in, that'd be just dandy!"

The campers all hitched themselves in to the VR machines, curious of what was to come in the next challenge.


The campers all woke up in a dimly lit stone walled dungeon. It had wooden flooring and looked very spooky. Torches flickered on the walls and firelight danced around the place.

"Welcome, competitors." Chris bowed. He had tape to the left and right of his eyes to stretch them out and give them a squinty appearance. He was also wearing a typical dojo Gi and had a black belt tied around his waist.

"And we're off the air." Noah observed, raising an eyebrow at the host.

"Good-ah eve-ah-ning to you all." Chris bowed, using a stereotypical Chinese accent.

"Ain't it like the morning, though?" Ezekiel scratched his head.

"Ah-shut-ah ya face, Homeschool." Chris tried to glare, but the tape prevented him from doing so. He dropped the accent.

"Now! After that bit or horrendous stereotyping, let's explain the challenge!"

"I think it's pretty obvious what it is." Eva grunted. "I think it's also obvious I'm going to CRUSH ALL OF YOU!" She said the last part loudly and viciously, making everyone jump.

"I thought you'd like this one." Chris gave Eva the finger gun. "Now, this is going to be the Ultimate Mortal Kontestant Tournament!"

"Why are you saying 'contestant' so weirdly?" Tyler asked.

"I'm not." The host replied defensively.

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"D-2"

"C-3-P-O….wait, damnit!" Tyler cursed.

"Get burned." Harold chortled.

"Anyways." Chris continued, smirking at his victory. "The tournament will have you competing in hand to hand combat."

"Well I guess I'm out." Noah sighed.

"Upupu! Don't be so cynical, my scrawny and putridly weak young person I don't really care about." Chris comforted, making the bookworm scoff. "Everyone has to fight! One on one combat! This is gonna be awesome!"

"There's eleven of us, doofus." Jo snorted. "How's that supposed to add up?"

"I have my ways…" Chris rubbed his hands together shiftily. "Muaha…Muahahahahaha…MUAHAHAHAHAH!"

Everyone looked at him strangely.

With a couple coughs, Chris tried to steer things back on track. "Well, let's have the match up's, then! Since there is eleven contestants and we need ten, two contestant's have been randomly selected to have to have an extra fight. They'll be going first. The two lucky ducks are…Justin and Jo!"

"Oh great." Justin sighed.

"Oh great." Jo smirked.

Chris clapped his hands and the area around them erupted into flames. "If one person gets flung through the flames or is knocked unconscious, they're out."

"There's not pain, right?" Justin asked nervously, wary of the way Jo was eyeing him like a piece of meat.

"Nah, just numbness." Chris sighed. "Darn shame this isn't like Somalia or something."

"Can we just start the challenge before Chris is anymore of a prick?" Jo rolled her eyes.

"Sure, whatever." Chris sighed, clicking a button. A chunk of the arena rose out of the ground, carrying Chris and the nine non-fighting campers with it. Another piece of arena replaced that chunk.

"Begin!" Chris commanded.

Justin put his hands up. "Alright Justin," He muttered to himself as he and Jo circled each other. "You know a thing or two about self defense. Just because she's bigger and stronger and…well lets face it manlier than you, it doesn't mean you're totally screwed."

"Time's up, Just-in-time." Jo smirked, lunging forward towards the model.

Justin ducked under her first punch but caught a knee to the chest, knocking the wind out of him. He stumbled back and dove to the side as Jo's side kick went whizzing through air where his head was only moments prior.

Jo smirked, lowering her leg slowly and pivoting to face the model, who had gotten back to his feet.

"You can't dodge forever, Houdini." Jo rolled her eyes.

Justin sighed and mulled his options. After thinking for a moment, he decided on what he thought was the best course of action.

He pulled off his shirt, letting his gleaming torso sparkle in the dim light. It worked, sort of.

Jo gaped at the model. "Wow…I don't know if I've ever really seen you without your shirt on." She tried hard not to gush or blush. She couldn't help but sigh dreamily, and Justin moved in for the kill.

"Take this!" Justin grinned, smashing his fist into Jo's stomach, before following up with a kick to the same spot.

This effectively broke the spell that Jo was under, but also weakened her. She stood up, groaning. "Heh, Mohammad Justin here doesn't know that a blow to the face does much more damage then the stomach."

"I know that." Justin snapped. "I just didn't want to bruise my very pretty knuckles."

"We're in VR, genius."

Justin tapped his large chin. "Oh yeah…"

Jo promptly leapt on him.

"AGH!"

Chris winced from up in the stands, flinching at each blow and ducking when Justin's flailing body went soaring past him.

"Well, I think we all know who won that fight." The raven haired host laughed. "Jo gets into the actual contest."

"Duh." The jockette scoffed.

"Now, to begin the actual tournament. Let's start with Courtney VS Noah."

"A little warm-up, huh? This'll be easy." Courtney yawned, leaping down from the raised platform and rolling into the arena.

Noah peered down over the edge. "Uh, is there a ladder or something?"

Chris shoved him off. "Nope!"

Noah hit the ground, groaning, and got up.

"Begin!" Chris commanded.

Courtney leapt at the bookworm and threw a vicious left hook at him. Noah was able to dodge but stumbled. Courtney kneed him in the groin, causing the bookworm to mutter about how glad he was this wasn't real life.

"C'mon, Noah! Extreme!" Tyler bellowed from the perch. "Take her down!"


(Confessional: Tyler.)

Tyler: I'm like, one of the best cheerer-on-ers ever. If I cheer on someone, there is no way they can lose! *He cheers.*

(End Confessional: Tyler.)


"Ooh, and Noah's out." Chris laughed. "Tough luck."

Tyler's face fell.

"Courtney moves on to the semi-finals." Chris announced. "We'll have Dakota and Lindsay up next."

"Another slaughter? These fights must be boring." Dakota smirked.

"Don't underestimate me!" Lindsay pouted. "I took two years of Thai Quan Doe! They had like, yummy food."

Dakota rolled her eyes, getting into a fighting pose. "I also did two years of martial arts. I thought I could go into show business as like the beautiful badass." The villainess rolled her eyes. "Turns out sweaty isn't a good look for me."

"Same with me!" Chris added from the viewing spot. "Now lets begin the fight!"

This was another quick one. Dakota was rather harsh with Lindsay, much to the annoyance of Tyler, and Lindsay was soon beaten out of the ring of fire.

"Ooh, and Dakota wins! I'm shocked." The announcer/host laughed sadistically. "Ezekiel and Gwen, how about you give us a little showdown, eh?"

While Ezekiel and Gwen took their spots in the ring, Tyler ran over to his fallen girlfriend. "Linds, are you okay?" Asked the worried jock.

"I'm fine." Lindsay smiled up at him, looking a little worse for wear. "I'm just glad I don't feel pain, because this would be hurting like, as much as when I get my eyebrows done. That's like, a lot."

Tyler helped Lindsay to her feet. "I can't believe she was so mean to you." Tyler frowned. "I know she's all strategic now, but that was just a bitch move."

Lindsay planted a big kiss on Tyler's cheek. "Aww, look at you being all over protective." She gushed. "You are like, the best boyfriend ever."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Wanna make out?"

Lindsay winked at him. "Maybe after the challenge. It's gotta be pretty lame in this VCR."

"Just VR." Tyler corrected.

"Whatever."


(Confessional: Lindsay.)

Lindsay: Tyler is like, sooooooooooooooooooooooooo…(this goes on for a while)…ooooo amazing! He's the best!

(End Confessional: Lindsay.)


"Begin!" Chris announced.

"You're going down to the town, yo!" Ezekiel hollered.

"Please, I took down a dude three times as big and about a million times more scary than you." Gwen smirked. "On this show, nonetheless. I'm not too worried about you."

The prairie boy responded to this by dancing around, swinging his fist wildly and even throwing in a kick every now and then. He looked rather ridiculous.

"Prepare to eat dirt, Holmes!"

"Just fight already!" Chris yelled.

Gwen rolled her eyes and strode forward, drawing the sleeves of her shirt up to her shoulders.

Ezekiel ran at her and tried to punch her, but Gwen easily stepped to the side and punched Ezekiel in the mouth. He spat out a virtual tooth. "Cool, eh! This'll get me a nickel!" He coughed from the ground. Gwen's boot quickly smashed his face into the ground. Ezekiel rolled to the side and staggered to his feet, but Gwen kicked him again in the chest and sent him skittering to the end of the ring.

"You're a failure, Ezekiel-san." Ezekiel whispered to himself as Gwen slowly plodded over to the fallen prairie boy. "You must unlock the inner power within your soul." He closed his eyes and his body started to shake.

Gwen reached Ezekiel and peered down at his shaking body. "Hey, are you okay?"

"GRARR!" Ezekiel sprung up and landed on all four limbs. His eyes were bloodshot and he was a lot paler than usual.

"Oh ho, it looks like Ezekiel as unleashed his inner feral side!" Chris grinned. "Gwen's in for a challenge now!"

"Whoa!" Gwen shrieked, leaping to the side as Feral Zeke dove at her. Gwen scrambled back on all fours as Feral Zeke turned on a dime and scuttled towards her.

Gwen kicked the approaching zombie-redneck in the face, but it didn't even faze him and she was leapt upon, getting beaten until her entire body was numb and Feral Zeke dragged her out of the fire ring.

"And in a surprise twist, Feral Zeke wins the fight! We've got three out of five fights completed, and two more to go! Now it's time for Harold vs Jo. Let's go, ho!"

"Stop the shitty rhyming, for the love of god." Noah rolled his eyes. "You're white, get over it!"

"Ssh, you'll get him to say even more politically incorrect stuff, dweebwad." Jo elbowed the bookworm as she went by. "Besides, I got this in the bag!"

Harold did his fancy kung fu pose. "Don't be so sure." He said solemnly.

"Harold, Jo, you may begin."

Jo let out a battle cry and barreled towards her opposition. She swung viciously at Harold but he nimbly dodged to the side and sent a spinning roundhouse right at Jo's jaw. Jo caught the kick and latched onto Harold's arm, but the nerd twisted out of her grip and struck her in the side, albeit weakly.

"And first blow goes to Harold! Jo's gotta be mad about that!" Chris taunted.

Jo growled, upping her game and faking Harold out, going for a left punch before sticking her right leg out and tripping the nerd. Harold did a backwards shoulder roll and stood back up, but Jo anticipated that and planted a powerful thrust kick right into Harold's chest. Fortunately for the nerd, the angle of his body made it impossible for him to be flung horizontally by the kick, and he was just slammed back into the ground.

Groaning the nerd looked up at Jo, standing over him. "Goodnight, Haroldini." She scoffed, raising her foot.

SLAM.

Jo's foot his wood and Harold was on her back in an instant.


(Confessional: Jo.)

Jo: Not bad, dweeb. Not bad…

(End Confessional: Jo.)


Jo roared in anger as she tried to throw Harold off, but Harold had a firm grip and an even firmer resolution to win. He moved his arms from being around the jockettes shoulder to around her throat, starting to choke her out.

Jo, starting to get dizzy, jumped up and flung her feet forwards, landing right on her back on the hardwood floor.

That did it.

Jo dusted herself off as Harold lay groaning on the ground. With little resistance, Jo grabbed the nerd by his shirt and dragged him out of the ring.


(Confessional: Jo.)

Jo: But not good, either. *She laughs rudely.*

(End Confessional: Jo.)


"The final final final fight fight fight." Chris's voice echoed. "Will be between-ween-ween, Tyler-er-er-er Versus Evaaaaaaa!"

"You're so obnoxious." Dakota rolled her eyes.

"Get to your positions!" Chris yelled right in the blonde's ear.

Noah sighed. "Well we're totally screwed."

"Don't say that!" Lindsay scolded. "My boyfriend Tyler ls the best!"

"I know he's your boyfriend." Noah pointed out.

"And he like, loves sports!"

"I know that too."

"And he totally rocks red clothes!"

"Wow, really?" The bookworm feigned surprise.

Lindsay nodded earnestly. "Totally!"


(Confessional: Noah.)

Noah: *He smacks his face with his palm.*

(End Confessional: Noah.)


Tyler gulped, shuffling his feet nervously on the wooden floor. "I'm gonna die, aren't I."

"I'm not going to lie to you. It's a possibility." Eva grunted, cracking her back. "Let's get this over with."

Tyler stared at Eva with big doleful eyes. "You're not gonna hit little ol' me, are you?"

The muscly girl thought about it for a second. "Yeah, yeah I will."

A lone tear fell from Tyler's pretty brown eyes onto his red ol' pants, and carnage ensued.

It was not easy to watch.


(Confessional: Eva.)

Eva: *Looking at her outstretched hands.* Weird, I keep thinking theres still blood on my hands.

(End Confessional: Eva.)


(Confessional: Tyler and Lindsay.)

Tyler: *Whimpering in the fetal position.*

Lindsay: Aww, it's okay Tyler, it wasn't real!

(End Confessional: Tyler and Lindsay.)


"Well well, we've got our five contenders for the semi finals!" Chris smirked.

Ezekiel, Jo, Eva, Courtney and Dakota all stood in a line.

"As for you six losers." The host continued, his tone more taunting. "You're dismissed."

Noah, Gwen, Tyler, Harold, Lindsay and Justin all disappeared.

"Wait a minute." Courtney frowned. "There are five people, but aren't there usually only four in a semi final?"

"Correctamundo! For asking a mundane question that I was obviously going to get to, you get a reward!"

"Oh really?" The brunette asked, wary.

"Yea! You get to fight with Jo for a spot in the semi-final! Isn't that AWESOME?"

Courtney sighed. "A joy."


(Confessional: Courtney.)

Courtney: Great! One of the only people I can't take. *She sighs.*

(End Confessional: Courtney.)


Jo smirked. " A little more challenging than my last two, but I think I'll manage okay." She said aloud, trying to unnerve her opponent. It didn't work.

"Bring it on!" Courtney said semi-confidently. "I'll crush you!"

"Yeah, okay." Jo laughed in her face, leaning in. "Bring it, then."

Courtney leaned in too. "Watch me!"

"I'll watch you!"

"I'll watch you watch me!"

"Enough!" Eva screamed. "Just start beating each other up for Christ sakes!"

"Sounds like a plan." Jo smirked, getting into a traditional fighting stance. "You'll find me a hell of a tougher than bookworm, Chestney."

"Begin." Chris smirked. "This oughta be good." He muttered under his breath to Dakota, who nodded.

Jo darted out with an elbow aimed right to Courtney's face. Courtney sidestepped and tried to punch Jo, but Jo easily parried and latched on to the extended appendage, flinging Courtney away and dangerously close to the edge of the arena.

"You're gonna have to do better than that." Jo cracked her neck.

Courtney growled in frustration and booked it towards the waiting jockette. She swung hard with her left but pulled it back at the last second, leaving Jo with one hand ready to intercept a strike that was never coming. Jo's other arm caught the CIT's oncoming right punch, but that left both females with no hands and both feet, and Courtney reacted quickest.

"Oof." Jo grunted as Courtney's flexibility allowed her to provide a nice square strike to her jaw. Jo stumbled back, but Courtney was giving her any time for a break. Her fist collided with the jockette's nose, virtually breaking it. There was no blood.

"Oh, you've done it now. It's time to stop playing." Jo barked. She blocked Courtney's punch, then her kick, then her other punch before retaliating with one of her own. Courtney stumbled back from the force of the blow and Jo kicked her in the chest, this time sending her nice and far back. Her hair was singed by the fire, but she was still in. The girl tried to get up but found a foot planted firmly on her chest.

"Game over." Jo snarled, taking her foot and shoving Courtney out of the ring.

"And Jo advances to the semi-finals. Things are about to get interesting." Chris smirked.

Courtney stood up indignantly. "Darn it!" She stamped her foot, trying to find some reason for her loss. Unable to come up with anything, she gave Jo the bird and trudged dejectedly towards the bottom of the viewing tower.

"Can you let me back up, please?" She called, annoyed.

"I don't know, do you know the password?" Came Chris's childish response from high above.

"Get me the hell up there or I'll kick your ass!" Courtney snarled.

"Good enough for me." The host shrugged, tossing a rope ladder over the side. "Now, let's get on to the next fight!"


While all this was going on, Harold, Tyler, Justin, Noah, Lindsay and Gwen had gone to the Mess Hall for some lunch.

"I can't believe we were in there for like three hours." Justin pondered, gnawing on some bread. "It only felt like an hour or so."

Tyler shrugged. "It's probably so that when we're done we can just eat dinner and get on with the voting." Upon saying this, he sprayed tunafish out of his talking mouth, all over an unamused Noah.

"Yuck." Gwen gagged. "C'mon Tyler, say it, don't spray it."

"My thoughts exactly." Noah rolled his eyes, wiping himself off."

"Speaking of the voting thingy, who should I vote for this time?" Lindsay asked curiously.

The other four stared at her.

"Did Lindsay just ask something mildly strategic?" Justin said out of the corner of his mouth to Gwen.

Gwen replied with a nod.

"I don't know." Noah spoke up. "Who should we vote for? That's such a hard choice! It's not like theres just one blonde scheming bitch with the rest of the people being pretty decent. However will we decide?"

Tyler glared at the mockery being done to his girlfriend. "Chill, man. She meant if Dakota wins immunity, right babe?" He looked at Lindsay.

"Who?" Lindsay asked blankly.

"Never mind." Gwen cut Tyler off as he opened his mouth to explain. "She's got a point. I don't really know who to boot."

"Guess we'll just decide when we find out who wins immunity. Hopefully the likes of Eva and Jo can take Dakota out in a fighting tournament." Justin sighed.

Meanwhile, Harold was listening from the other table, rather bummed out as he ate his lunch all by himself. He sat by himself, eating his tuna sandwich quietly, head down.


(Confessional: Harold.)

Harold: Hmm, as much as I don't like Dakota, losing her at this point in time would be a bad thing. Losing any of the four of us would be bad long-term. And since they've got that five man alliance to our four, plus the drifters Ezekiel and Jo, it really makes things all the clearer.

(End Confessional: Harold.)


Back in the VR world, Dakota and Eva had been the next two fighters to be named.

Eva smirked. "This is going to be great." She snarled as she took her place next to Dakota, keeping her voice low so the others couldn't hear her up in the podium. "Just because you're in the alliance doesn't mean I'm not gonna take joy in beating the snot out of your prissy little butt!"

Dakota was unfazed. "Oh no, I don't think so." She snapped, just as quietly. "See, you're going to let me win, as I need immunity."

"And why do I care?" Eva scoffed. "I'd be happier if you were gone. We all would be."

"Yeah, maybe." Dakota smirked. "But how would your little friends Harold and Courtney feel when you effectively hack all chance of them winning to pieces?" Her voice turned more vicious. "Then the big mean ugly brute Eva would be all alone again with no friends and you'd follow your stupid little pals."

Eva stared in shock and fury at Dakota, hands white with anger. "Fine." She hissed, teeth gnashing. "Whatever, you dumb bitch. I'll throw the fight."

Dakota's face lit up in a fake smile. "Great!" She said with poisoned honey dripping from her voice.


(Confessional: Dakota.)

Dakota: It's too easy. *She inspects her fingernails.* Take some insecure loser like Eva and just dangle there insecurities in from of their face. You'll have them on a leash like that. *She snaps her fingers.*

(End Confessional: Dakota.)


(Confessional: Eva.)

Eva: GRARH! I HATE THAT SUPID *Whoa, censor.* SO MUCH! *She punches a large hole in the wall of the Confessional.

(End Confessional: Eva.)


(Confessional: Chef.)

Chef: *Sighing as he patches up the fist sized hole.*

(End Confessional: Chef.)


"Begin!"

Eva clumsily made her way towards Dakota, punching at her in almost slow motion. Dakota easily dodged and stuck back in Eva's chest. Eva made a somewhat over exaggerated grunt and flung herself back into the fire and rolled out.

Chris let out a low whistle as Jo let out an indignant cry. "Well, that was quick."

"Such bull! She totally threw the fight!" Jo exclaimed. Realization dawned on her face. "Wait a minute…" She turned in shock to Courtney. "You? With that bitch?"

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Please, as if!"

The ex-CIT lied convincingly, but Jo wasn't buying this. "I don't believe this!" She shouted. She turned down to Eva and Dakota. "And you!" She yelled to Eva. "Taking orders from that slime? And you call yourself and athlete!"

Eva, for one of the few times in her life, hung her head.

"You had to over-act like a dumbass." Dakota hissed through the side of her mouth.

"I'm a weight lifter, not an actor." Eva snarled. She stomped on the wooden floor, cracking it. "Get me out of here." She demanded. Chris was quick to oblige, and Eva disappeared.

"And Dakota is in the finale! Who will join her, Feral Zeke or Jo? Let's find out!"

"I need to walk that fight off." Dakota said shiftily. "I'll be back before the finale, kay?"

Chris shrugged. "Whatever, as long as I get to see minors beat each other up. He turned to Jo and Feral Zeke. "Now this is a fight I'm going to enjoy."

Jo, for the first time, looked a little unsettled, staring at the snarling prairie boy slamming his head against the bars of his makeshift cage. "This is bull, I've done two times more fights than everyone else!"

"Too bad, so sad." Chris mocked. "Just starting hurting each other already!"

Jo sighed and leapt down into the ring, waiting for Feral Zeke to be released.

Chris walked over to Zeke's cage and tried to lift it. "Oof." He grunted. "Courtney, give me a hand with this."

"What's the password?" Courtney mocked.

"Do it or I'll eliminate you." Chris glared.

Courtney rolled her eyes and helped the host lift the cage. "How on earth are we going to get it down there?" She asked, bewildered. The two tottered over to the edge of the platform.

"Like this!" Chris chuckled, hurling the cage down towards the ground. It shattered on impact.

"GRARGH!' Feral Zeke roared, standing up and waving his scrawny arms around. He turned and ran away from Jo, but stopped at the fire. He sniffed it and hissed, turning back to Jo.

"What's the matter, Freakzekiel?" Jo laughed. "You scared of a girl?"

"GRARGH!" Feral Zeke jumped around in anger.

"Come and get it then, loser!" Jo shouted. "Let's go! Right now! You and me!"

Feral Zeke took the bait and sprinted on all four towards the waiting girl.

Jo stood her ground until the last second, turning her body and grabbing Feral Zeke's shirt, using his momentum to fling him towards the edge of the arena. Feral Zeke squirmed in the air and landed on all fours, close to the edge, but not close enough.

"GRAGH!" Feral Zeke leapt on Jo and started battering the jockette, who was doing an alright job of blocking most of it.

"Please, you're about as readable as a B-rated Martial Arts Villain!" The jockette laughed, catching one of Feral Zeke's limbs and driving into his own face. "Why ya hitting yourself? Why ya hitting yourself?" She laughed, effectively making Feral Zeke very livid.

"GRARGARGH!"

"Ooh, sounds like you added an extra 'argh' in there, now I'm terrified." Jo quaked in a very sarcastic manner. "Get out of here, you loser." She pried the freak off her and hurled him away. He skittered on the ground and out of the ring.

"And that's how I roll!" Jo pumped her fist. "You ain't got anything on me, Freakzekiel."

"And it looks like we'll be having a Jo VS Dakota finale." Chris smirked. "This oughta be good."

"Yeah," Jo bragged. "First I'm gonna win immunity, then let everyone know how North-gone-South-Dakota is masterminding with Doris the Dweeb, CITney, and Eva. Then Dakota goes home and I get even more awesome!"

Courtney grit her teeth and clenched her fists from up in the stands.


(Confessional: Courtney.)

Courtney: Just GREAT! Dakota had to be all selfish and make Eva throw the challenge so now Jo knows! And Jo is like, the LEAST likely person you can bribe still left on the island! *She smacks her forehead.* And there's no way Dakota can beat Jo, even with her mutant powers! *She shakes her head.* I hate to say it, but we're screwed.

(End Confessional: Courtney.)


"That's an awful lot of talk." Came a voice from behind the triumphant Jo. "Let's see if you can put your money where your mouth."

Jo whipped around, grinning. "Watch me."

"Final fight, begin!" Chris boomed, as he and Courtney leaned forward with anticipation on what was to come.

"You're going down!" Jo grunted, lunging at Dakota and tackling her. Dakota hit the ground but hit Jo a couple time in the face. Due to her position, they were rather weak blows, but Jo got the message and leapt off her, driving a kick in to the blonde's ribs. Dakota winced as her side went rather numb, but she got up quickly and shook it off.

"That's the best you got?" Dakota taunted, but the nervous edge creeping into her voice kind of took the bite out of it.

"Nope, I'm just getting started." Jo boasted, driving her fist back and smashing it into Dakota's forearm, that which the latter had used to protect her face.

Dakota sent a quick strike to Jo's face to disorient her. Shaking her head, she stumbled back and Dakota used that time to strike. She sent a strong punch into Jo's jaw.

Jo merely laughed as she stumbled back. "You hit like a girl." She smirked, shrugging the blow off.

Dakota's eye twitched. "Guess I gotta use my secret weapon." She muttered.

"What's that?" Jo cupped her ear comically. "I couldn't hear you!" That was a mistake on the jockette's part. Her overconfidence dropped her guard and Dakota sprang forward with another jarring strike to the face.

She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a jagged piece of rock.

"Lights out, bitch!" Dakota spat, driving the rock against the girls temple, ringing her bell several times over. The VR connection cut as Jo's body dropped to the ground before disappearing. Dakota quickly and sneakily disposed of the rock before turning to face Chris. "I win!" She smirked.

"Yes, yes you did!" Chris agreed. "Dakota you win invincibility! Now, let's get out of here, I have some business to attend to concerning a certain Gollum-rip off…" He snapped his fingers, and the remaining three contestants awoke to a steaming mad Jo.

"She hit me with a rock!" Jo yelled in Chris's face. "A freaking rock! How bull is that!"

"Really? Chris asked, surprised. "Is this true, Dakota? And don't bother lying, we can check the footage."

Dakota glared at Jo, before turning her gaze to Chris. "Yeah…" She scoffed. "But so what, you never said anything against it!"

Chris glared sternly at the blonde, before he broke out in a grin. "Very true, and I didn't even realize! Very crafty!"

"Wh-? Hu-? You mean you're just okay with this!?" Jo was thunderstruck. "I can't believe this!" She kicked the host in the leg ("Ow!") and stormed out.

"Well, good work." Courtney said to Dakota. "But when Jo tells everyone about us then we'll be screwed. We haven't had a chance to work on their numbers advantage."

Dakota waved her off. "Don't worry, Jo's not that stupid. She'll probably come to you at some point. Or me."

Courtney shrugged. "If you say so. But I guarantee if you get Harold, Eva or a I out, the other two remaining are going to kick your ass."

Dakota looked at her fingernails. "Yeah, yeah, can I go now?" Courtney rolled her eyes and left, passing by Chef who was just entering.

"How's Ezekiel?" Chris asked immediately, still rubbing his sore leg.

Chef looked at him curiously. "He's not feeling too well, he says. Why?"

"He went all Feral in the VR challenge and I was hoping he hadn't come out of it that way."

Chef furrowed his brow. "No, he didn't but why didn't you give me the heads up? You are so goddamn inconsiderate sometimes!"

Chris looked at his fingernails. "Yeah yeah, can I go now?"

Dakota chuckled.


Jo was looking for Courtney. The jockette was heading to the Mess Hall, but on the way she saw Courtney entering the girls cabin. She hurried after her. "Hey, Court, wait up!"

Courtney turned from the doorway and looked curiously at Jo. "Can I help you?" She asked obnoxiously.

"I'll get right to it. I don't tell the other losers about tonight if you four vote with me tonight." Jo stated.

Courtney glared at Jo for a moment. "Fine." she spat, slamming the door.

Jo grinned. "Awesome."


Two hours later, the sun was setting quickly and the campers were all in the Mess Hall eating dinner. Jo had moved from her spot on the floor to sitting with Dakota, Eva, Jo and Courtney, something none of them were happy about. Jo also noticed she was getting questionary glances from the other table, so she addressed them in her usual manner.

"Stop looking at me, freaks, I was just tired of eating on the floor and there is more room over here."

That ended the glances.

"So." Gwen spoke up in a hushed voice. "Who are we voting for tonight?"

Justin perked up. "Hey, Ezekiel, I've got some root beer in my cabin, you want some?"

"Hells to the yeah, homie!" Ezekiel grinned. He stood up. "Let's boogie!"

Justin nodded, giving a more subtle nod to Gwen, who smiled appreciatively at him.

With the non-alliance member being gone, her, Noah, and the popular couple were able to discuss without issue.


"Root beer, root beer, woohoo! Woohoo! Root beer, root beer, woohoo! Woohoo!" Ezekiel sang as he skipped alongside Justin. "There's actually root beer, right?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah, I snagged some from that fancy hotel and I've been stashing it there."

"Sweet!" Ezekiel grinned. He was about to continue his off-key annoying song, but a figure interrupted him.

"Ezekiel, my man, we need to have a little chat." Chris said solemnly, stepping out of the shadows.

The prairie boy was curious. "About what, Holmes?"

"Your little episode in todays challenge." Chris raised an eyebrow.

"What episode?" The homeschooler was confused. "I just got beat up by Gwen, and the next thing I remember was waking up strapped to the VR chair, eh."

"Let's say you keep moving, Justin." Chris told the model, who had heard about Zeke's feralitiy from Jo.

Justin nodded uncomfortably and continued on towards his cabin.

"You went feral, dude." Chris told him once Justin was out of sight.

"Eh?!" Ezekiel had paled considerably. He took this in for a minute. "No I didn't." He denied. "No way, no how."

"We have the footage." Chris told him. "We, being the producers and myself, need to know if you have it under control. We can't have another World Tour scenario happening again. You understand."

Ezekiel nodded frantically. "Yeah, if I did, it just must've been the VR, nothing to worry about, no sir-ee!"

Chris frowned suspiciously. "Whatever you say. We'll be keeping a close eye on you." He turned to walk away. "Elimination ceremony in twenty minutes. Tell the others." He called over his shoulder.

Ezekiel fell to his knees, staring at the ground in shock. He stayed that way until Justin returned with two cans of sugary goodness.

"Root beer?" He offered his friend awkwardly.

Ezekiel snapped out of his stupor and gratefully took the drink.

"Elimination in twenty minutes, eh. Let's go tell the others." The prairie boy muttered, eyes still on the ground.


When the two guys reentered the Mess Hall, Gwen quietly passed a piece of paper to Justin. The model read the name on it and nodded. "It sucks Dakota got immunity again." The model frowned.

"You can say that again." Gwen sighed.

Noah shook his head. "So bitter."

"Shut it." Gwen flicked his arm. "You didn't have your significant other voted off by her."

"No, but I had her voted off by Jo, you don't see me griping." Noah shot back.

"Dawn wasn't slandered for being a disgusting cheater."

Noah tapped his hand against his cheek. "Wow, how exactly did you two get together again."

"He wasn't her boyfriend at the time!" Gwen exclaimed vehemently.

"Was."

"Was not."

"Was.."

Was not!"

"Was!"

"Guys." Tyler interrupted. "I can break this tie. She totally was."

Gwen glared at the jock, who held up his hands defensively. "Not that it even matters because no one cares any more, heh heh." He backtracked quickly.

Gwen rolled her eyes, but smiled. "I don't know why I put up with you losers."

Noah sipped his orange juice. "It's cause we're the best you got."

"Wait, I'm confused." Lindsay sighed.

"Attention campers, please report to the elimination ceremony pronto!" Chris said at that moment.

The eleven campers got up, all somewhat nervous because no one was really sure how the votes were going to go that night.

Tyler and Lindsay held hands as they walked down.

"Do you think we're in danger, Tyler?" Lindsay asked her boyfriend out of curiosity.

"I don't think so, Linds." Tyler said confidently. "If they were to target us, which I doubt because our alliance isn't exactly super, they'd go for Gwen or Justin first, they're more threatening with all their strategic stuff."

Lindsay beamed. "Well thats good."

When they all arrived at the campfire, they realized that Chef was there too, with a tranquilizer gun.

"What's with the armed lackey?" Noah asked Chris as he took a seat.

"Just a precaution, even we don't know how the votes are going to go down tonight." Chris said cryptically.

This made everyone very nervous.

"Let the voting begin." Chris smirked.

After all the votes had been cast, he pulled out ten marshmallows. "These represent safe passage into the Final Ten. Let's see who deserves a spot." The host said dramatically. "The first marshmallow of the night, and subsequently the first person in the Final Ten is…Dakota, obviously. She did win immunity."

Dakota grinned. "Thank you, Chris!"

"The second marshmallow goes to Harold."

Harold pumped his fist. "Yes…" He breathed, catching his marshmallow.

"Also safe are…" Chris held up two marshmallows. "…Gwen and…Lindsay!"

"Oh yay!" Tyler was glomped by his cheerleader girlfriend; Gwen caught her marshmallow, satisfied.

"Justin and Eva, you're also safe, along with Noah."

The egghead and the model fist bumped, and Eva let out a small sigh of relief.

"Four people, three marshmallows…" Chris eyed the bottom four. Tyler, Courtney, Ezekiel and Jo all looked very nervous.

"The next marshmallow goes to…Courtney."

Courtney sighed deeply and caught her marshmallow, but cast it away, instead looking at the remaining two marshmallows.

"The penultimate marshmallow gets to be consumed by our favorite jock, Tyler."

"OH YAY!" Lindsay screamed in his ear, giving him an even bigger glomp. Tyler laughed weakly and hugged his girlfriend back.

Jo's face darkened and Ezekiel turned red with worry as they both stared hard at the final marshmallow.

"The final person getting into the top ten of Total Drama Chaos is…

Ezekiel."

Ezekiel whooped in joy as his name was called, and Jo blanched furiously.

"Oh hell no!" She turned to Courtney, who was smirking at her. "You conniving bitch!"

"Sorry," Courtney shrugged, not sounding sorry at all. "You were the obvious choice. You're strong, and you have too much information."

"Speaking of information." Jo grinned triumphantly. "I've got a little news I'd like to share with the rest of you guys."

"This would be the part where you take Jo away before she says anything damning." Dakota whispered to Chris.

Chris smirked. "Nah…this is going to be hilarious!"

Dakota and Courtney, the latter of which overheard Chris, glared furiously at the host.

"Little ol' bitch has joined little ol bitchier." Jo pointed first at Dakota, then at Courtney. "Along with those two. They're all in an alliance!" She pointed again at Harold and Eva, both of whom's gazes quickly were cast downwards."

Six pairs of eyes turned to the four mentioned campers.

"Well isn't that interesting…" Noah grinned.

"How dare you work with someone like her." Gwen spat at Courtney, talking about Dakota. "I thought you were better than that."

"Same with you, Harold." Tyler shook his head.

None of the four said anything.

"Voted out in eleventh place, I can't believe this." Jo sighed, running her hands through her hair. "I got fifth last time!"

"Maybe," Noah commented. "But weren't there only like, thirteen people in your season? Eleven out of thirty-eight is better than five out of thirteen."

"By ten percent!" Harold added.

Jo thought about that. "Well, if I improved, what more could an athlete ask for." She shrugged. "Ah well, a good sport knows when she's been bested." She turned to Courtney. "You may be a bitch for doing it, but you outsmarted me." She extended her hand. "Not bad."

Courtney shook Jo's hand. "No hard feelings?"

"Let's not stretch it too far." The jockette advised. "Now get me outta this hellhole!"

Chef tossed Jo her luggage and she went down the Dock of Shame, answering the few goodbyes she received with a wave over her shoulder. The Boat of Losers arrived and she hopped on. It sped off.

"Before we all leave, can I make a suggestion?" Gwen asked. "I'd rather not sleep in the same cabin as these three traitors, can I move in with the other guys?"

"I don't know, then the numbers would be all off."

"Well if Harold's so buddy buddy with those three, then surely he won't mind switching." Justin said snidely.

Harold hung his head. "Yeah…I don't mind." He sighed, trying to keep the peace.

"I'll switch too!" Ezekiel said happily.

Justin looked at Ezekiel. "Why?"

"I've been in the same bunk all season." Ezekiel complained. "It'd be nice for a change. Don't worry, I'm not siding with them or anything."

Justin shrugged. "Do what you want, bro."

Chris shrugged. "Fine with me. Harold and Ezekiel are now in the girls cabin, and Gwen is moving in with the boys." He winked at Gwen. "You player, you."

Gwen gave him the bird and walked off.

"Touchy." The egomaniac frowned. "But in the right spirit! Off with you all!"

The other nine followed Gwen.


(Confessional: Eva.)

Eva: Great. Now everyone all prejudiced against us. *She snorts.* Guess that just means us four will have to beat them out of the game all the way to the finale.

(End Confessional: Eva.)


(Confessional: Dakota.)

Dakota: *She is crossing out Jo's page in her notebook.* A major power player gone. Excellent! However, we're now at a numbers disadvantage 6-4. WE'll have to cook up something, but I think we'll manage. *She winks.*

(End Confessional: Dakota.)


"Wow, thinks are really heating up!" Chris grinned at the camera. "We're down to our Final Ten! Who's going to be the next to walk the Dock? What do we have in store for our competitors next? Find out next time on Total! Drama Chaos!"


Voting Confessionals:

Courtney: Sorry Jo, your offer just wasn't tempting enough.

Dakota: Shouldn't have opened your big mouth, Josephine.

Eva: *Grunting* Finally time for that wannabe rival of mine to get the hell out. I vote for Jo.

Ezekiel: I don't really know who to vote for. I guess Courtney? She can be pretty harsh sometimes, but I hope she doesn't go home!

Gwen: Jo's a threat, and while she's helped us in the past, we can't afford for her to stick around any longer, she's too strong.

Harold: It's gotta be Jo. I hope she doesn't spill the beans when she's eliminated. That would be bogus.

Jo: I vote for Ezekiel. Little rat going feral on me!

Justin: Too bad Jo's not in the market for joining an alliance, we could use her to counter Eva's strength.

Lindsay: *She shows a picture of Tyler to the camera.* Isn't he the cuuuuutest? I wanna go see him! *She drops the photo and leaves.*

Noah: Adios, Jo. Thanks for the help, but you aren't needed anymore.

Tyler: I vote for Jo! Extreme!


Elimination Order: Blainley, Staci, Beth, LeShawna, Cameron, Sierra, B, Lindsay (1), Sam, Izzy (1), Scott, Zoey, Katie, DJ, Bridgette, Anne Maria, Lightning, Heather, Alejandro, Duncan, Owen, Cody, Sadie, Dawn, Brick, Geoff, Mike, Izzy (2), Kasimar, Trent, Jo.

Remaining Contestants: Justin, Courtney, Harold, Lindsay, Tyler, Ezekiel, Noah, Dakota, Gwen, Eva.


Jo's reasoning for being eliminated:

Jo was a solid competitor who never really had much plot. She's the perfect example of a floater. She drifted around and made it decently far, but her "One-for-all" attitude proved to be her downfall. Nevertheless I've enjoyed writing her greatly and I will miss her.


Review Replies:

Wish I Was a Pirate: Yeah, I laughed when writing the "Don't be salty." line xD. Eva/Dakota conflict, eh? It's only just begun, upupu... Who were you expecting in the Final Ten? No Gwoah relationship in this story, so no worries about that xD. I'm glad you're enjoying!


Foreseer44: I'm glad you think I've improved! I like to think so too, haha! I was worried "Nein" was too much info, but I couldn't help it :(. Aw, I liked Trent, but oh well, can't please everyone! Zekey boy finally has some plot. And yeah, I dislike Comeback Zeke too, though I like the whole story overall xD. Hopefully the interactions this episode weren't too stale!


acosta perez jose ramiro: Thanks, I'm trying to flesh out her character a little more! I'm glad you liked it!


The Sarcasm Master: I wish you had more to say too! :( Glad you liked it, though!


XShinkuKikinX: There was virtual room this chapter, but sadly thats the last you'll ever see of it. Thank you so much, I hope so too :D!


jj13dog: Thanks! I'm happy you liked my little pun xD! Yeah, Dakota is supposed to be warped, due to the toxic waste and my previous mediocre writing skills, but I think i've done pretty well with her. Thanks again and I'm glad you enjoyed :D!


The AbyssWalker (Guest): Thanks!


Light of the Dawn: Wow, such high praise from you about my Noah makes me blush :3! I realized I hadn't really been making Eva as ragey as she was shown in the show, partly because I felt it would be unrealistic to have her be like that all the time and make it as far as she does, and partly because I never felt she had a really good reason. Now she does, and it's not going to be pretty, haha! Yay! I'm so glad you noticed what I've been going for. Its basically just a friendly competition. It definitley drifts into more serious competition at some points, but the whole point is for it to be very strategic :D. I'm glad you took note of that! I'm definitely trying to flesh out Lindsay more, so you can expect to see more of it :)! I was sad having Trent go, he was great, but alas it needed to be done to give Justin a chance of overthrowing Dakota. Thanks for the epic review, you rock!


Duperghoul: I was originally planning to have him make the Final 9, but the plot couldn't work with him making it that far :(.


DeliriousDisposition: Yeah, I definitely didn't want her hogging immunity, but theres other reasons for he joining x)! Yes, battle of the bitches! I love that term xD! Tyler is bæ, don't even h8 m8. Yas I'm enjoying writing Lindsay and I think she was super duper adorable this chapter. I don't feel that Noah has a ton of focus, theres just not a whole lot of sarcastic snitches left so he gets most of the lines xD. Jo. Jo, Jo, Jo. Not so lucky this time, eh? Upupu... Poor H-bomb, he gets no love! Ezekiel, upupuu...he got a bunch of plot this chapter, that can result in him making it farther than ever or quite soon. We'll just have to see D: Justin has become a salty spitoon...its dwindling tho. Yes, Gwent will burn upupupupupupupupupupupu...#PunsRUs. Dakota/Trent? *Hurls*.


AlchemistWarriorDiamondDust: We'll just have to see!


RedEyedWarrior: I'm so glad you caught up! I was afraid you had stopped reading :(! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I had fun writing that Justin scene, and Jo and Eva are getting crazy competitive :O!


PhantomBlade303: ...maybe...


Guest: Maybe!


MightyMicleal: Yes Indeed! :D Thank you!


Snakeshark196: No worries, I'm glad you enjoyed it! LOL, we'll see if any of those three can do it :)!


the 9 god (Guest): Sorry D:!


Blitzwing101: Here's another chapter, thanks for the review!


Applauze: Thanks so much for all your reviews! Noah making the Final 5? A definite possibility!


Well, I hope everyone enjoyed and I'll see you all in the next chapter! Ciao!