Somewhere in Lavernock, Wales
Along a dirt road, we see 16 jeeps driving down a pathway. Each of various colors to one location, the location to where the start of the next season of Total Drama is gonna start. They keep driving till the first jeep see's Greg waiting by a large pit, next to him was a rack of climbing gear. The jeep pulled over near the pit, followed by the other jeeps. Greg speaks into a bluetooth, "So glad you all can make it, and welcome to this season of Total Drama. After the moderate success of last season, the producers agreed to greenlight a new season with an all-new cast of players who will compete for 5 million dollars." he heard a collective series of cheers. "Alright, but first a little roll call. When I call your name, I want you to exit your jeep and stand on the mat." he gestures to a mat with this season's logo, which was a picture of a series of underground tunnels that spell out season's title. He then pulls out a clipboard "Up first... can I get a Larry Domas?"
The first contestant steps out of the jeep, revealing a 6ft sandy Caucasian boy of average build with short brown hair combed to the right, with a black button up shirt over a white t-shirt, beige khakis, and black sneakers to match his black round glasses. What's most notable is that his left sleeve was tied up to his elbow. Larry goes over to Greg and offers a handshake with his other hand "A pleasure to meet you. Gregory, was it? I am honored that you picked me for your season."
Greg shakes the hand, "The honor is all mine to have such a scholar, you sure you'll be okay though?" he refers to his stump.
"I assure you, do not underestimate me." he stated as he pushed back his glasses.
"Well, good luck in the season... Professor Domas." Larry chuckles at the name before stepping aside, "Okay, up next can I get Aiden Cross to the field?" he called into his blue tooth.
The second competitor flipped out of their jeep and landing near Greg, showing themselves as a 5ft 7 athletically built blond girl with red streaks tied in a ponytail, she had sienna toned skin as she wore a white tank top, denim shorts, hiking boots and protective glasses. "What up, I'm Aiden Star! And I'm here to slay this competition!" she then hums in thought as she sees Greg, "So you're Greg huh?"
"In the flesh." he nodded.
"Weird, you looked taller on TV." this comment caused Greg's smile to drop. "So what's the first challenge? Scaling a dangerous cliff? Fight rabid bats? Oooo, both at the same time?" she eagerly guessed.
"All in due time, Aiden. Now go wait with the scholar." He told her.
"Oh alright." Aiden waved off before walking up to Larry, "Woah, down a limb and you're still willing to play? Mad respect man!" she stated.
"Uh, thanks." Larry rubbed his stump. "Honestly, I'm mostly here to study the cave structure for this report I'm doing."
Greg then calls for the third contestant, "Up next... Demetr-" he gets a cleared throat on his Bluetooth, "Oh right... Introducing next!" he announces in an announcer's voice, "From Jackson, Mississippi... weighing in at 249lbs ... He is the Pinnacle of Perfection... DEON! BLAAAAAAAAADE!"
After that rather overly dramatic introduction, Deon Blade comes out of the jeep showing his 6ft 4 mocha brown muscular bod. Kissing his massive pecs which were clad in a black T-shirt with the words 'Primetime Wrestling Inc.' in golden letters on the front, a gold-colored headband and wristbands, blue jeans and black sneakers. "A fitting introduction to the greatest acquisition this third-rate television program has had the honor of receiving!"
"Is that..." Aiden asked.
"Yep, professional wrestler Deon Blade." Larry confirmed as Deon confidently approached Greg.
"Well, what's up my good man? Glad you've come out to greet the future undisputed Total Drama heavyweight champion of the world!" Deon exclaimed, as Greg chuckled at his words "You may laugh now, but you and the rest of these jabronis have yet to understand what they're in for when they go up against me! I can talk my talk, and you better believe I can walk the hell out of my walk! And if you so much as even give me the slightest opening, I will take advantage and send you on the next plane back to your home! And that is not a prediction my dreadlocked friend, that... is just a fact of life!" (1)
As he came down from his promo, Greg looked at his clipboard to call on the next player "Okay, can Erica Nelson come on out?"
Erica stepped out of her jeep as she revealed herself to be 5ft 5 white girl with brown hair tied in a ponytail, sporting a red jacket over a black undershirt, blue jeans and black shoes. "Salutations fine sir, thank you for having me." she graciously greeted as she bowed to the host.
"No, thank you for coming Erica." Greg nods.
"Hopefully this show will help improve my acting skills." Erica says before approaching the three players already here. "Ello there chaps, might I interest you in a spot of tea and some scones?" she asked in a faux posh accent "What did you think?".
Larry chuckled at this, but Deon gave her a stern look. She nearly fell over due to his towering presence, "If you're gonna put on an act like that, you better commit to it." she gulps at his demand.
Greg then calls for the next person, "Foster Hasan, you're up next."
The next excavator exited his jeep, showing a 5ft 11 boy with a mix of lean and muscular build, hair messy as hell and looks like it hasn't been washed recently, skin a fair shade of tan. His outfit consisted of a red shirt with numerous tears on the bottom, ripped blue jeans, and worn-out black shoes. He shiftily made his way over to Greg, "Welcome Foster." he held out a fist.
Foster slowly returned it before slowly trudging to the others, "You okay there man?" Larry wonders, but Foster just yelps before moving away.
"Uh, I'm fine." he muttered, Larry wondering what's got him so distant already.
"Alright, up next... Ms. Maya Rose." Greg called, only to be meant with nothing but silence "... Maya Rose?" Larry checks his watch as Erica kicks some of the dirt beneath her. Greg groaned, "MAYA! GET OUT HERE!"
"Oh." a voice let out as the crowd heard some raddling coming from one of the jeeps, then the window rolled down so the girl inside could try and roll out of it. She stood up and patted some dirt off her white jeggings, which were accompanied by silver glittery heels and a pink top inscribed with 'Time to go shopping!'. She has perfectly tanned skin hourglass body shape with long dark blond hair that reaches her midback. "Man, those doors are so hard." she whined.
"Man, what a dummy!" Deon exclaimed.
"Now, now. She may be a bit... dim but she could still make it far." Larry retorted.
Maya approached Greg, "Hey, you look so familiar."
"I'm Greg Sampson." he said, but Maya still looked lost. To which Greg's mile dropped again, "The host... of the show... from last season?" he tried.
"Hmmmmmm, nope still not getting it." Maya shook her head, Greg groaned before Maya perked up "Oh wait, now I remember. You're the guy that dropped off my 5th dresser!"
"A little dim is putting it lightly." Aiden whispers to Larry.
"Hiiiiii everyone, I'm Maya!" Maya greeted, "Can't believe we're actually competing in the lost city of Atlanta!" she exclaimed.
Larry corrected, "Uh, you're thinking of Atlant-IS (2), Atlant-A is a city in Georgia."
"Who's Georgia?" Maya asked.
Deon whispered to Erica, "This dame has less brain cells a kendo stick."
Greg sighed, "This is gonna be a long season with her... Peter Willis!"
Stomping out of his jeep and slamming the door was a 6ft 1 lightly tanned boy with messy brown hair that reaches his nec, donned in a blank tank top, blue shorts, and grey combat boots. He has some sports tape wrapped around his left hand and wears a black headband. "4 hours of driving and turns out this season is in the middle of nowehere!" he growled.
"Good morning, Peter." Greg greeted the brawler.
"What's so good about, I sat between a fat man and a teenager that would stop talking on her phone! My stupid plane lost my luggage, and on the way here a bird pooped on my head!" Peter growled, "If I find that avian menace, I'll RIP HIS WINGS OFF!"
"You done ranting?" Greg asked.
Peter composed himself, "Other than that, I'd say it was moderately fine." he then joined his fellow casts, who stepped away from him. Except Deon who looked at him.
"Judging by that their tape, you perhaps been a few fights huh?" Deon questioned.
"Well yeah, but the other guys usually start it!" Peter raged, "Who're you? Some wannabee fake wrestler?"
"Oh I'll show you fake!" Deon and Peter glare daggers at each other, the others pulling them apart before things can get physical.
Greg pinched his nose, "Only the first half of the first ep and there's already a fight brewing... Alexa Melan!"
Alexa plopped out of her jeep, dragging herself to Greg who pulled her up to her 5ft 10 thin built white skin bod, brown hair. A black sleeveless top, jeans and sneakers made up her outfit. "Sup Greg." she greeted.
"Alexa, welcome. Hope it wasn't a long journey." Greg said.
"I would have called someone to drive me," she groaned "but my phone was just... so far." she limply held her hand out before dragging herself to the rest of the pack.
"Okay then, our next combatant is... Michael Williams!" Greg called.
Sighing before stepping out of his jeep was 5ft 4 slim pale boy, messy black hair with bags under his eyes. A lime green shirt with a picture of an origami swan, blue jeans, and black sneakers. The others notice a small origami praying mantis was perched on his shoulder. He quietly waved to the Greg before walking over to the far end of the mat, away from the rest of the pack. Alexa plopped an arm around him, "Hey, sup?" Michael twiddled his fingers before shrugging her off him. He then sees Deon, wishing he could go up to him for an autograph but was too nervous to say anything.
"Okay, our next combatant. Chelsea Hackman!" Greg called.
Chelsea hopped out, "Actually, call me Boxer." she corrected, Boxer as a 5ft 5 muscular girl with tanned skin and dyed purple hair tied in a bun. Her outfit was only a black top and pants, not much for footwear as that could be chalked up to her training to fight in the MMA.
"Very well then, nice to meet you Boxer." Greg held out a hand to her, which she shook.
"Thanks." she then looks around, "So this is what I signed up for, huh, not much but it's alright." she then goes over to the others. "Um, hey. I'm Boxer." She shyly waved.
"She's all yours, man." Peter nudged Deon.
"Excuse me." He retorted.
"Okay, can I get a Sam Weishere?" Greg called.
The jeep door opened up, and out comes a tiny car? How did that thing drive- never mind the miniature car strolls you to Greg before out pops "HahaHOOO! Sam's the name, clowning's the game!" Exclaims a 5ft 10 medium build guy with short spiky brown hair and pale skin, his outfit consisted of a White T-shirt under a loud hawiian shirt, denim shorts, and sandles.
"Well it's nice to meet you Sam." Greg said as Sam walked up to the host and shook his head, only to pull back and reveal a fake arm. Everyone screamed at this, before Sam shot his real arm out of his sleeve and laughing at his own prank.
"Yes, the old 'arm pulled off' trick. Gets them every time." Sam laughed as he joined the others. "Hey guys, I'm Sam." He held out his hand for a shake.
"Why hello there, I'm Maya!" Maya greeted as she shook his hand, only to be shocked. "GASP, are you a robot?!"
Sam chuckled, "Nah, that's just my joy buzzer." He revealed the buzzer in his hand which Maya shook.
"Buzz...er? Ooo was it made by bees?" Maya excitedly asked, with the ever so slightest of twitches.
Sam blinked before Larry questioned, "Where would you get bees from that?"
"Because bees buzz. Don't they?"
Foster twitched his eye, "That makes no sense."
"Okay, next up is... Mimi Montoblac!"
At Greg's call, the next lady exited out of her jeep. Who was a really, really small girl. Standing roughly at 4ft 8, the only one under 5 feet. Her hair a shade of blonde and in two pigtails, pale skin with smile under her left eye. She wore a white sweater with a big red heart on it, she wears black pants and white winter boots. "Hi there, I'm Mimi!" She greeted.
"Awwwwwwww she's so cute!" Maya squealed.
Mimi skipped over to Greg, "Good afternoon, Greg."
"Mimi." he gave her a low five, which she took "I see you have a lot of fire in yah."
"Indeed, I may be small. But I've got a lot of heart, which I'm sure will take me far." Mimi states before joining the others. "Hi Ya'll."
"What up Fun Size?" Sam asked as he held out his hand, to which she reached for but pulled away.
"Nice try, I can recognize a prank from anywhere." Mimi told him.
"Huh?" he lookeda at his hand, which still has the joy buzzer "Oops, my bad." he held out his other hand, "There we go."
Mimi smiled before shaking that hand. "There we go."
"Up next... Jacob Nearson!" Greg called.
Stepping out of his jeep, a 5ft 11 skinny kid with slightly pale skin, medium length brown hair combed back and shined from hair gel. He wore a dark blue polo shirt with khaki pants, a brown belt, and brown loafers. "Good morrow fellow contestants, lovely to make your acquaintance on this harrowing reality program." he greeted with an old english accent.
"Afternoon Jacob, hope you don't mind what's to come on the show." Greg greeted the band president.
"Oh, I don't mind at all." Jacob said as he joined the others. Looking at people like Deon, Peter, and Boxer and thinking to himself, 'Jocks, they won't last three episodes while I'm here.'
Greg then looked at his clipboard, "Following that, we have soon to be president of America- who let the contestants write their own cards? Anyway, Ms. Sophia Villanueva!"
As presidential music played, out of her jeep comes a 6ft 1 skinny brown skinned girl, with long black hair. Her posture, facial features, even her hand placements just oozed confidence. She wore neatly ironed purple blazer, a red tie around her neck, a khaki skirt that reaches her knees under light brown tights, and green tennis shoes. She pressed a remote, turning off the music as she approached the host, handing him her business card "Sophia Villanueva, canidate for the 2032 election, class president all four years of high school, and a real go getter of the things I want. This reality show seems to be the perfect platform to show that I can manage even the most complicated of projects."
Greg looks at the card, "Well, you certainly have my vote. Go join your fellow candidates."
"Certainly." Sohpia marched over to the pretty crowded mat, "I expect a clean race from each of you, don't overstep your lines and we may come out of this race as more than business associates." she stated.
"Is that your way of saying you want to be friends?" Sam asked.
"I'm sure I could squeeze that in for hmmmmmm ep 5?" Sophia looked over her schedule.
"Man, you sure have a lot of things planned out." he noted as his fingers lightly tingled.
"Indeed, I even know what I'm gonna have for dinner on the 4th of July of 2053." Sophia responds.
Sophia was then approached by Jacob, "M'lady, charmed to meet a fellow president. Name's Jacob, Jacob Ferdinand Nearson" he holds out a hand for a shake.
To which she shook, "Sophia Villanueva, soon to be leader of the United States which it desperately needs. Always super busy, like right now I'm sending an email." the camera then shows her sending an email on her phone.
"Sheesh, when do you get to just relax and have fun?" Sam asks.
"I don't get the question." Sophia replied, which made Sam blink at.
"Alright, we're down to our last two combatants for this season. Taking time off from her busy schedule from music, give a big ole welcome to... Ivy Harett!" Greg announced as the penultimate player stepped out of her jeep. She was 5ft 2, tanned skin with violet hair shaved to a buzz on the left side of her scalp, while the right side was long and swept to the side. Black eyeshadow that covers nearly her eyes, a bullring septum piercing, and several studded piercings on her ears, nose, and bottom lip. She wore a black top with several white scratch marks patterned on the front, red wristbands on both arms, dark red skinny jeans with rips at the knees, black knee-high platform boots, and black biker gloves. Overall, she looked like she belongs in a heavy metal band. Which she is...
She waved innocently "Hello..."
"Hold up, is that Ivy Harett from the Bloody Prom Queens?" Deon questioned.
"You know, she is." Aiden confirmed.
"Who are the Bloody Prom Queens?" Foster asked.
Nearly everyone gasped, "You mean to tell me you haven't heard of the greatest of metal band since Fozzy?" Aiden questioned.
"Who's Fozzy?" Foster asked.
Aiden facepalmed, dragging her hand down her face "Okay, we really need to educate you. Because you've missed a lot."
"Oh, so you've heard of me?" Ivy asked as she approached the cast.
"Your band is number 4 on the top ten rising groups of the last year." Erica told her.
"Well, I'm mostly here to get some new material for songs." Ivy said.
Greg then announced, "Okay, to round up the cast. Come on out... Umber Felguard."
The final contestant took a little more time before they can exit their jeep, but after a few deep breathes the puffed up their chest and stepped out of the vehicle. Revealing them to be quite lean feminine figure, with pale ivory skin, short black gelled back hair. Their outfit was classier than the rest of the cast to say the least, a white billowy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, a red bow tie, black dress slacks held up by a black belt, and black dress shoes to complete the outfit. They shyly waved to the cast before approaching Greg, "H-h-h-hi... Mr. G-gr-gr-Greg." they stuttered.
"First time away in a new place huh?" Greg asked, Umber softly nodded. He placed a hand on their shoulder, to which Umber nearly jumped "Hey, don't worry. Everyone here is just as nervous as you but remember. The first step is always the hardest, but it gets easier the more you try."
Umber nodded before slowly approaching the cast, though staying at a comfortable distance from these strangers. "Hey, I'm Larry." Umber jumped at Larry's voice, hiding their face in their collar "Lovely to meet you." he held out his hand.
Umber slowly grabbed his hand, Umber's arm shaking even as they grasped it "N-n-n-n-n-nice to... meeee-e-e-e-e-e-et you too!" Umber squeaked before pulling away "Umber."
Larry noted that Umber was feeling pretty shaken "Well, I hope that overtime you'll get used to me."
"M-may... maybe."
Greg then tossed the clipboard away, "Alright, now that everyone is here. A little remind of what you guys are playing for, 5 million big ones." the crowd cheered at the prize money, "A chance to edge your name in the archives of Total Drama history and say that you made it to a TD finale. But first, I need you guys to get strapped into these harnesses." Greg gestured to the rack of climbing gear, which made the cast stop cheering "For this season, you're gonna be playing... down there." he pointed to the hole.
The cast all looked down into the hole, some with levels of fear. Sam then states, "Well, suddenly the title of this season makes sense now."
(To be continued)
1: LA Knight's catchphrase.
2: Reference to Total Drama: Lost City
