Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and an "X" for them being voted off on the left.

X-Izzy and Owen-3

-Heather and Justin-37

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-42

-Gwen and Trent-88

-Courtney and Duncan-114

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-37

"You really like that juvenile? Why? Especially when you can have me," Rick says. He walks up really close to Courtney and she backs up until she hits the wall.

"I hate you, you disgusting pervert!" Courtney exclaims, kneeing Tom in the balls. He crouches over in pain. Courtney walks away, into the dugout where Bridgette, Gwen, and Katie are sitting.

"I told you to back off of my girlfriend," Duncan threatens, stepping up to Rick and cracking his knuckles. They aren't visible to the girls in the dugout.

"I wasn't doing anything," Rick defends himself. Geoff and Trent appear by Duncan's side, as Rick's friends appear by Rick's side. There were 7 guys with Rick, and then only 3 of the guys from TDI. Noah was reading in the dugout.

"I think you guys need to leave now," Trent says, squeezing his fists together. The new guys laugh.

"Us? In case you haven't noticed, there are more of us than there are of you," Rick says.

"Too bad Camp Wawanakwa is ours," Geoff says. "So leave." The new guys laugh again.

"C'mon, all we were doing was having a fun game of baseball!" Rick exclaims.

"Yeah, fun for you. And your friends. All you guys were doing was flirting with our girlfriends!" Duncan says.

"We were not."

"Were too." "Were not!"

"Were too."

Duncan runs towards Rick and tackles him. Some of Rick's friends jump on Duncan and Rick while 5 others go to attack Trent and Geoff. But Duncan, Geoff, and Trent are quickly overwhelmed by the other opponents, who were in greater numbers.

"What's that noise?" Bridgette asks. They heard tons of obscenities being shouted. The girls get up off the bench and walk to the edge of the dugout. They scream when they see the writhing mass of adolescent males high on testosterone.

"STOP!" they scream, running out of the dugout. Nobody listens. But a slow growl of a machine is heard in the distance. The girls turn their heads to see Noah on a riding lawn mower.

He honks the riding lawn mower's horn, and rides it towards the fight. He yells over the loudspeakers attached to the lawn mower, "All you new guys GET OUT or I'll run you over!"

The guys get off Trent, Duncan, and Geoff and run for the doors. The girls shut the heavy wooden door behind them and run to their boyfriends. Katie and Noah go to get Chef, a.k.a, "the nurse".

As Gwen kneels by Trent, he tries to sit up. Gwen gently puts her hand on his chest and pushes him back on the ground. "You have to stay down," she says, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a couple bruises… And scratches," Trent answers.

"That fight was so not fair. There was way more of them than you," Gwen says, taking Trent's hand.

"Omigosh, Duncan, are you alright?" Courtney asks, gently stroking his mohawk.

"Eh, I've been better," he replies, wrapping his arms around Courtney and starting to pull her on top of him.

"Wait, Duncan! I can't lay on you. You're hurt!" she exclaims.

"I don't care at this point," he replies, pulling Courtney onto his stomach. She rests her head on his chest.

"Who started the fight?" she asks.

"Well, even though I hit Rick first, he kinda technically started it," Duncan answers. He brushed the hair back from Courtney's face.

"And how did they 'technically' start it?" Courtney asks.

"Well, they were flirting with all you girls. Trent, Geoff, and I just got tired of it," Duncan replies. Courtney lifts her head.

"So you got beat up for us?" she asks. Duncan shrugs.

"You should've seen the other guys," he says, then chuckles. "No, they got us pretty good. But only since we were out-numbered."

Courtney sighs and rests her head on Duncan's chest again.

"I'd like to be just one-on-one with Rick. We'll see who's laughing, then," Duncan mutters.

"Duncan…" Courtney warns. He sighs.

Bridgette dusts off Geoff's hat and rests it on his chest. She kneels next to him.

"You alright?" Bridgette asks, running her fingers through Geoff's dirty-blonde hair.

"Not too bad," Geoff replies, propping himself up on his elbow.

"That's good," Bridgette says, kissing his jaw. He winces and holds a hand to his cheek. "Oh my goodness, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"Naw, somebody just punched me in the jaw and I think I have a bruise forming there," Geoff answers.

"Aww, I'm sorry," Bridgette says, resting Geoff's head in her lap. She strokes his cheek. "Oh, look, Chef's here!"

Chef was riding his green ATV into the baseball stadium. A big gray trailer thing was being pulled behind him. The girls guessed it was a makeshift ambulance.

"Alright, girls, get the guys in the ambulance," Chef instructs, opening the heavy metal doors to the 'ambulance'. The girls struggle to help their boyfriends to their feet.

Once they're all in the ambulance, Chef starts driving recklessly towards the hospital tent. The guys shout, groan, and curse every time the ambulance bounces on the rough road and they hit a tender spot. The girls just bite their lips and wince when their boyfriends yelp, hating to see them in pain.

Finally, at the hospital, Chef carries the boys one by one to their cots. Bridgette, Gwen, and Courtney wonder why he couldn't have done that in the first place, at the ball field. But then each boy shouts at Chef when he tosses them on their cot, causing more pain from their injuries. The girls gasp and glare at Chef.

All of a sudden, Chris walks into the room. "Great. Just great. Now, because of your injuries, we can't do the contest tomorrow," he scolds. The guys let out a lazy cheer, rubbing their aching backs from when Chef threw them on their cots.

Chris continues, "So, Chef, you can use the dance studio to practice your ballet for the rest of today and tomorrow." Then Chris addresses the boys, "I'm only giving you until the day after tomorrow, then we're continuing with our contest -- pain or no pain." Chris walks out of the tent, and Chef pirouettes out of the tent with his ballet uniform in arm.

Chef sticks his head back in the tent. "Oh, girls, you'll be nurses for today and tomorrow. I bet you don't mind. Right, soldiers?"

"Yes, sir!" the girls exclaim, saluting Chef. He nods, and departs. The girls split up to take care of their boyfriends.

(Author's Note: Thanks, Laura, for the idea of the next contest! I bet you guys already know what it is, though, because of the dance studio, and Chef's ballet… Actually, Chef's ballet has nothing to do with it. Ha-ha.)