Episode 2: Kung Fu Fighting
(Coyler's note: Looks like we're back with another chapter. Sorry for those who were expecting Episode 4 of Danganronpa Wawanakwa Island,I promise that my next upload will be Episode 4 of it. But for now,let's hope you'll all enjoy this chapter. Coyler,out!)
Chris emerged from his private trailer drinking coffee, "Last time on Total Drama Take 2;
Fourteen of our contestants from Total Drama Not-Stars were told to report to the abandoned film lot from Total Drama Action. After arriving they were shown the ropes and tasked with ascending a dangerous tower full of traps that certainly caused a whole lot of injury. With blood,pain and humiliation our cast members certainly went through a lot,but in the end it was Tyler and Eva who made it out alive first. Soon they'll be picking their teams to go against each other in the first real challenge of the season,let's only hope they don't go all crazy like Gwen and Trent did. Who will they pick for there teams? And what will today's challenge be? Find out right here,right now. On Total! Drama! Take 2!".
*at the cast trailers*
The teams had been sleeping soundly inside their respective trailers,since they were cramped yet comfy. At 7:30am,Chris walked up between the two trailers and laughed. "Aw,they sound so peaceful,right? Oh well,sucks for them that the viewers at home don't wanna see them sleep for three weeks". Winking at the camera he blasted an airhorn through a megaphone. The noise shook the trailers from wheels to roof as sounds of grumbling and complaining came from inside the thin walls. After some shuffling around the fourteen cast members trudged out of their trailers and sat down around the fire pit,some still putting on their shirts,buttoning up trousers and tying their shoes. "Wow,you guys look like crap" Chris laughed,as everyone grumbled and rolled their eyes. "It's probably cause of your early wake up call" Dakota scoffed, "Maintaining this perfect face takes a whole lotta beauty sleep and a shit ton of face masks". "Beauty sleep? Funny way to say 'doesn't do anything' sleep" Noah snarked.
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Dakota: Pfft,whatever. My face looks good even without a full 14 hours of sleep.
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Chris stretched his arms and yawned, "Anyway,I woke up you idiots for a reason other than laughing at you being all tired. Like I said yesterday,for winning our first challenge of the season the two teams will be chosen by Tyler and Eva". "Woo! Yeah baby!" Tyler cheered,punching the air. "Ugh,get over yourself hun" Eva muttered. "I think it's about time we get started. Originally I was gonna have a lady go first,but since Dakota didn't win it meant we had no ladies win" Chris laughed, "Since Tyler is the closest thing to a woman out of the winners yesterday,you can pick first. To stick with the basics,we'll go school yard style. Once Tyler picks someone we'll go to Eva. When she finishes back to Tyler,and that continues until everyone has been chosen" he explained.
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Tyler: What!? A girl? *grumbling like a little kid* I'm a big macho man,not a girl.
Eva: Y'know Chris must be blind as shit because last time I went to bathroom I was a girl.
Max: Hmm,when I was in school they always picked me last for Phys Ed. Quite frankly I hate most of these fools,but do hope I'm not picked last.
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Standing on either side,Tyler and Eva looked at the other twelve contestants. Tyler scratched the back of his neck, "Hmm,I'll take Bridgette". Bridgette was taken aback, "Wha- really? Wow,thanks Tyler" she smiled as she high fived the Jock. Eva frowned, "Ugh,there goes my first choice" she growled. She turned to the others, "Brick,get your butt over here" she ordered. "Yes ma'am" Brick saluted as he stomped over and stood in place. "Zeke" Said Tyler,giving the Homeschool a thumbs up. "All right! Totally tubular yo!" he cheered,joining Tyler and Bridgette. Eva furrowed her unibrow, "You! Big guy! Get over here!" she yelled,pointing at Rodney. He looked behind him in both directions before pointing at this chest, "Who,me?". Eva rolled her eyes, "Yes,you!" she shouted as Rodney quickly walked over and looked at his shoes. "Justin" said Tyler as he pointed at the model. "Nice choice,this team just got 100% more handsome" Justin purred as he fist bumped Tyler. "Dakota" Eva barked. "Woo! Not last!" Dakota squealed. "Hmm,I'll go with Dawn" Tyler nodded. "Thank you,a very wise choice" Dawn smiled. "Guitar guy,your with us" said Eva. "Cool" Trent shrugged walking over. "Noah dude,let's rock it" Tyler smiled,giving the know-it all a pat on the back. "Meh,if you say so" Noah muttered. Eva ran her fingers through her hair, "Singer girl. Here. Now". "Oh yay!" Ella squealed, "I won't let you down!" she chirped,skipping over to join the team. "Ugh,seriously? How am I in the bottom two. Don't wicked mad skills count for anything?" Harold rasped. "Pfft,please. You may have 'mad skills' but I posses true evil unlike any other being in this area!" Max cackled.
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Tyler: Huh,tough call. Man,how can I choose between flaky and flakiest?
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"I'll take the little,evil dude" said Tyler. "HUZZAH! NOT PICKED LAST!" Max cheered. "Wow,nice one" Harold scoffed. "Hey dork,get over here right now!" Eva shouted. "So I'm on the team?" Harold asked. "Obviously dipshit" Eva spat. "Wise choice" he rasped,walking over. Chris clasped his hands together, "And with that,the teams have been formed" he looked towards Tyler and his selection, "Alrighty; Tyler,Bridgette,Ezekiel,Max,Dawn,Noah and Justin. You guys are The Directing Dictators" he smiled as The Dictators gave some small cheers. "Cool name yo,totally fly" Ezekiel nodded. "Hey,what about us?" Rodney asked. "I was just getting to that man" Chris muttered, "As for the rest of you; Eva,Harold,Rodney,Dakota,Ella,Trent and Brick. You dudes and dudettes are The Captivating CameraCrew" he grinned. "Seriously? They get to be Dictator's but we're just 'Captivating'?" Harold asked. "Well it was either The Captivating CameraCrew or The Cunty CameraCrew" Chris pointed out. "Hmph,forget I asked" Harold rasped.
"Okay,now that the teams have been formed,I think it's time for our first real challenge of the season" Chris grinned as everyone groaned. "Make your way to the back warehouse pronto!" Chris yelled.
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Max (Directing Dictators): *laughs* I knew I wouldn't be picked last.
Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): This team is full of idiots. Sure,Trent and Brick are alright but the others are just big jokes.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): Eva seems to think she's some big boss or something. I mean,she is the team captain and all,but that doesn't mean she's gotta be all gruff.
Tyler (Directing Dictators): I think I made the right call with my team. Between myself,you guys at home and the four walls around me,I chose Zeke and Bridgette for the team so that they can make up and we can all be best pals again. Pretty good plan,right?
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The teams began making their way to the warehouse,most cast members talking amongst themselves. "Pst,dude,you gonna go talk with her?" Tyler whispered to Ezekiel while pointing at Bridgette. Ezekiel scoffed, "Heck nah,why should The Zeke talk with some chick who ain't able to handle my fly style,jiggy?" he asked. "Because we were such good friends last season,y'know? Seems dumb for none of us to talk just because she broke up with you" Tyler explained. "Huh,well dumb or not I ain't gonna say nothing to her,eh" Ezekiel pouted,walking ahead. Tyler sighed and put his hands into his pockets. "You alright Tyler? You seem glum" said Dawn,appearing out of nowhere. Tyler was slightly surprised but shook his head, "Yeah,I'm fine. Just got some stuff on my mind,y'know?" he replied. Dawn nodded, "If you say so. Remember I am a licensed therapist in case you ever want to talk in a safe and secure environment" she explained. Tyler smiled, "Thanks Dawn,I appreciate the help".
Soon the teams had reached the back warehouse,and were greeted by a ginormous Japanese style obstacle course. A gong was rang above them,as Chris and Chef descended from the sky. "Welcome students to your 2nd challenge of the season" said Chris,bowing, "Today's theme will be a fan favourite; The Japanese theme" he grinned. "Didn't we do this during Season 2?" Harold asked. Chris frowned, "We did,but I felt it could've been a tad better,so we're doing it again" he said. Chris walked towards a giant rack of clothes on a trolley and pulled it out, "Now before we start,each challenge will involve you all dressing up in outfits to match the themes,so if you could please slip yourselves into these karate outfits that would be great".
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): Okay,I might sound sorta dumb when I say this,but I'm actually really liking these karate outfits. I don't know why,but having a blackbelt makes me feel powerful.
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"Looking stylish my students" Chris laughed,looking over the cast members in their outfits. "Stylish perhaps,but this belt is cutting into my frame" Max grumbled,adjusting his belt. "Blame it on the stock guys,all we had was extra small" Chris explained, "Now,today's challenge is a simple one. To honour your karate black belts we'll be doing some four events based on the realm of martial arts,with a fifth event being set up in the case of a tie" Chris explained, "First up,breaking through slabs of concrete with an epic chop,second is throwing ninja stars,thirdly you'll have race to the top of this here mountain posted outside and lastly for the fourth challenge you'll have to navigate this obstacle course in the fastest time possible" he explained,gesturing at the different parts for the challenge, "In the case that the tiebreaker is needed,we'll head outside onto another movie set for a battle of both painful and interesting proportions". "This sounds awesome!" Harold exclaimed, "I learned all this stuff at Ninja Steve's Karate Camp,so I can win this easily". Hearing this,Chris's ears perked up, "Oh,did I forget to mention that each of you must attempt each challenge?" he grinned, "One from each team in the slab chop and star throwing,two from each team in the mountain climb,one from each team in the obstacle course and two from each team in the tiebreaker. So,who's up first?".
*on top of a stage*
Two studio lights shone down onto Ezekiel and Harold,who stood side by side in front of concrete slabs placed onto some wooden planks. "Okay dudes,in order to earn a point for your team you've gotta use one hand to karate chop through these slabs. You only get once shot,so make it count" Chris laughed. "You can do it Zeke man,just believe in yourself!" Tyler called out. "Yeah,just uhhh,do what he said Harold" said Dakota.
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Ezekiel (Directing Dictators): If I was gonna break those big rocks,I had to channel all my energy I used from last season,eh. Granted I got my ass beat hard yo but that's besides the point.
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Breathing in deeply,Zeke prepared himself. "HUUUUUUUUUUUH! hooooooooooh. HIIIIIIYA!" he shouted,as his hand whipped through the air and slammed onto the top slab. Unfortunately,the slabs and wood didn't even buckle. Along with that,a chunk of hand skin was taken off,leaving skin and blood all over the slabs. Everyone winced as Ezekiel's mouth frowned,his eyebrows loosened and his pupils shrank. "Um,Ezekiel? You okay dude?" asked Justin. Ezekiel closed his eyes,placed his damaged hand into his good hand and took a deep breath, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!". "Sheesh,seems alright to me" Chris laughed, "Though that's definitely gonna be sore tomorrow. Harold,your up". Harold took a deep breath,making less of a deal than Ezekiel did. Quick as a flash Harold's hand flew into the air and crashed down through the concrete,splitting the slabs perfectly in half and making the wooden planks fall over with a loud crash. "Wooooo! That was awesome!" Rodney cheered,lifting Harold over his head. "Yeah man,that was cool" said Trent.
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Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): I wasn't worried at all. Why would the top student at Ninja Steve's Karate Camp be afraid of losing a karate based challenge?
Ezekiel (Directing Dictators): *getting his hand bandaged* Guess there's a big difference between hitting a guy's face and a stack of concrete,yo.
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"Well I must say that I'm shocked to say this,but Harold wins the first challenge for the CameraCrew!" Chris announced, "But enough of that,time for the next challenge. Next up you'll have to choose a teammate each to throw some ninja stars at these targets within a time limit. To spice things up,Harold and Ezekiel will have apples on their heads and in the line of fire. Hit the apple,you get bonus points. Miss and cut through their skin,and it's ratings for me" Chris laughed. "Do we at least get cups or something to defend our plums?" Harold asked,pointing at his crotch. Chris shook his head, "Not at all my friend,you'll have to just cover your manhood with your hands".
"Anyone wanna take a shot at this?" asked Bridgette. "I'll do it!" Tyler smirked, "To the EXTREME!". "Love the enthusiasm Tyler" chuckled Chris, "CameraCrew,who's up?". "How bout you big guy?" Eva grumbled,looking at Rodney. The farm boy shrugged, "Um,sure?" he said,sounding unsure. After setting up the targets and Harold and Ezekiel stood in place,Chris pulled out a stopwatch. "Okay dudes,Ready Steady Freddie...GO!" he yelled,blowing an airhorn. Rodney picked up the stars and threw them with all his might. He probably should've done it one at a time,as all of his stars flew through the air,some hitting targets and the rest slicing into the wall around Harold,all missing him and the apple. "Nice one Rodney" Dakota scoffed. "Oh,sorry" Rodney frowned, "At least I hit some of them,right?". Chris looked at the carnage, "Looks to me like you hit three out of twenty targets. Guess they don't teach hand-eye coordination at farm school" he laughed, "Now,how's Tyler doing?" he asked,looking at the jock. Tyler was standing with his team smirking,as he had somehow managed to hit all twenty targets as well as perfectly hitting the apple on top of Ezekiel's head. Chris was amazed,as the time hadn't even ran out on his stopwatch, "Impressive,very impressive indeed dude. Well,looks like it's cuurently tied up" Chris announced.
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Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): That guy just got lucky,if I didn't freak out then we probably would've won...maybe? I think? I dunno.
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Heading outside,the cast members were greeted with the next challenge. "Alrighty dudes and dudettes,next up is the mountain climb. You'll each have to make two teammates ascend this here mountain,grab the ancient microwave noodles and get back down before the opposing team can beat you. Rather than climbing individually,the two castmates you pick will be taped back to back and must work together in order to reach the top" Chris explained. "Sounds simple enough,I can take this one" Bridgette said,calmly. "That's one,but who's gonna be your backpack partner?" chuckled Chris, "Tyler bro,your team captain so you should probably start handing out orders". Tyler scratched his chin and looked at his teammates who were yet to attempt a challenge. Max was tinkering with a stick,tin can,screws and a lighter,Justin was admiring himself in a mirror,Dawn was sneakily admiring Justin and Noah was looking on at everyone with a disdainful face.
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Tyler (Directing Dictators): Hmm,this could be tricky. Bridgette is well built since she does surfing,but chances are she might not do well carrying someone on her back. *sighs deeply* Dudes I dunno,maybe I should give her someone small that would be easy to carry,like a gym bag or box of protein powder.
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"You can have Max" said Tyler,confidently nodding his head. "An impeccable choice of the best man for the job" said Max,walking over to Bridgette and Chris. Bridgette quirked an eyebrow, "You sure about this Tyler?". Tyler shrugged, "It's cool,you'll be fine". "Indeed,this shall be a delight! After all,I am in need of a new sidekick" Max explained. Bridgette rolled her eyes, "If you say so". While the Dictators had made their choices,the CameraCrew were bickering. "I think I'd be best suited for this" said Eva, "And I'm team captain so what I say goes". Trent scoffed, "Whatever man,nobody's gonna be able to carry you on their back". "They will if they wanna stay in the game" Eva grumbled. "Ugh,whatever,who cares?" Dakota interupted, "ME and Ella will do it,end of story". "Awesome,having non athletic people do this will lead to a whole lot of spills" Chris grinned,rubbing his hands together.
Soon,Max had been tied to Bridgette and Ella had been tied to Dakota. "You sure this is safe?" asked Bridgette,looking up at the mountain and glancing at Max. Chris shrugged, "Not really,but we told head office it is". "Quick question,what happens if we fall?" Dakota asked, "Cause I'm pretty sure Ella will shatter into pieces if I fall on her". "Yeaaaaaaah,we never really accounted for falling,so...uh...don't" said Chris, "Now,where were we? Oh right! GO!" he yelled,blowing an airhorn. "Take caution sidekick,but be light on your feet. We don't have all day" Max ordered. "I know Max,I heard the rules" said Bridgette. They continued to climbing,and were halfway up when an explosion rocked the mountain from side to side. Max yelped like a girl while Bridgette crushed her fingernails holding onto a rock. "Could that have been a special ability sidekick?" Max asked,shaking. "Y'know we had some explosives left from last season and I just hate to waste 'em" Chris grinned,holding a dynamite plunger. "Ooh Dakota,look!" Ella squealed,clapping her hands, "I can see a Golden Eagle!". Dakota rolled her eyes, "Kinda busy tryna not die,too busy for bird watching". As she said,Dakota's hand slammed into a pile of rusty nails sitting on a ledge,piercing her skin and squirting blood. Dakota closed her eyes,inhaled and exhaled with the force of a thunderstorm,pulled them out and continued climbing. Ella noticed the blood dripping down and was nervous, "Um,Dakota? Are you ok?" she asked, "is it your cycle of the month?" she whispered. "What? NO!" Dakota yelled,elbowing Ella in the stomach.
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Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): *embarrased blushing* Oh dear,maybe I shouldn't have asked that.
Dakota (Captivating CameraCrew): Man she's kinda annoying. Maybe I should rethink trying to work Ella as an alliance buddy. *thinks* But then again,maybe I can work a sensitive angle and mould her...into a second me?
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"It's been however long ball busting minutes...and nothing! You guys are bumming me out here!" Chris yelled through a megaphone. "Hurry up sidekick!" Max barked, "Those fools are passing us!". "Tell me something I don't know" Bridgette grumbled. "I think we're beating them" Ella cheered,as they rose higher past Max and Bridgette. "I,I'M beating them,you haven't done anything" Dakota snapped. Down on the ground,the teams were yawning and becoming bored. "How long have they been climbing for?" asked Tyler. Noah checked his watch, "Only two hours". "Eh,that's not so long" Tyler shrugged. After another hour,Dakota and Ella had finally reached the top,seeing the legendary cup of noodles on a pedestal. "Woo! Score 1 for Dakota,Score 0 for the other guys!" Dakota cheered. "Um,yay teamwork" Ella cheered quietly. "Ugh,FASTER SIDEKICK! They've reached the top!" Max yelled,pushing his harm into Bridgette's face and pointing upwards. "Man,I hate to be rude but do you ever shut up?" Bridgette snapped.
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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): I. Am Going. To LOSE IT! Man that guy is annoying,his whole evil persona has majorly dampened my liking of Dr Evil in Austin Powers.
Max (Directing Dictators): Pfft,silly girl. She simply hasn't been around such EEEEVVVIIIILLLL as mine. But I have no fear,in time she and the others on the team will come to respect,adore and follow my lead.
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"Hmm,think they might've given up" said Dakota as she looked over the edge. "Should we begin heading down?" Ella asked,unable to see the drop. "Might as well" said Dakota shrugging, "Just gotta - Oh fuck!". Setting a foot down,a rock crumbled and Dakota and Ella were sent falling down the cliff screaming. "C''mon,let's go,speed it up Ride Bitch" Max snarked. "Not even gonna respond to that" Bridgette muttered. "But you just did" Max retorted, "...hey,do you hear something?". Bridgette shook her head, "Apart from you? Nah there's nothing the- wait a second". The two looked and saw Dakota and Ella falling quickly. Max cleared his throat, "So what's the plan here?". Unfortunately there wasn't time for a plan as Dakota and Ella ploughed straight them and made them fall. The teams were trying to line themselves up to catch them,and luckily the CameraCrew caught Dakota and Ella. "Phew,thanks for the save" Dakota sighed, "I got the noodle thing" she said,pulling out the cup. "You mean 'we' right?" Ella asked,timidly. "I,We,same thing" Dakota scoffed. While the CameraCrew were satisfied they had got another point,the Dictators were shouting and running back and forth with a crash mat. "We got you,we got you,we got you!" Tyler yelled. Tyler,Harold and Justin held the mat up,but were off by a few inches as Bridgette and Max slammed into the ground. "I don't think we got them" Noah whispered to Ezekiel,making him laugh. Bridgette was lying face down on the ground as Max untied himself and stood up,stretching his arms and legs, "Thank you for breaking my fall sidekick,this act shall not be forgotten" he said,walking off. The guys began trying their hardest not to laugh,seeing Bridgette being ordered about my Max. She picked herself off the ground, "What are you laughing at?". "Uh,you 'sidekick' "said Noah. This set the guys off laughing,including a few giggles from Dawn. "And with that,the score has been brought to a 1 against 2 in favour of the CameraCrew" said Chris, "Dictator dudes,you might wanna get the lead out pronto" he chuckled.
Walking back inside,the teams were met with a ninja warrior style obstacle course. "Welcome to the Ninja Chef Training Course,where Chef typically trains the interns" said Chris, "And because of this,our favourite exterminator Chef Hatchet will be taking this challenge while I go and get a pedicure. Later!". "Uh...did he say Chef was in charge?" asked Harold. "Probably time I start proof reading my will" said Noah,pulling a pen and paper out of his pocket. A large bang could be heard at the other side of the warehouse. "TEEEEEEEEEEN-HUT!" a gruff voice shouted from across the room. The teams quickly lined up standing either side of Chef,who marched back and forth in front of them. "You best prepare yourselves soldiers,because two of you are about to run my military grade fitness course reserved only for the finest and most macho men ready for war" Chef grumbled. "Do we choose who to send out?" Tyler asked. Hearing this,Chef immediately turned on his heels and stopped in front of the jock with his nose inches away from Tyler's. "What I say goes" he grumbled. He took a step back and pointed a finger at Justin and one at Trent, "You two. Move. Now." he said. "Um,yes sir?" Trent saluted,surprisngly getting one back from Chef without a verbal response. Justin and Trent stood in front of the starting line. Chef walked forwards,stopping in front of the two boys, "This course has been designed by myself in which ONLY the strongest and most able bodied came come out alive". Justin looked over Chef at the course, "What kinda stuff are dealing with here?". Chef looked down at the model, "First up,run straight through this straight while those interns shoot at you with weapons grade paintball guns. Next climb that wall,while still being shot at. Jump down and jump across the platforms. Fall,and your landing in water filled with sharks. Get across,crawl under barbed wire and hit the button on the other side to win" Chef grunted,explaining the course. Justin gulped, "No sweat,I got this".
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Justin (Directing Dictators): *covered in bandaids and an eyepatch* Yep,I definitely didn't get it.
Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): I was kinda worried,but knew it was either win the challenge and save the team,or lose and risk us blowing it in the tiebreaker.
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"You can do it Justin,get fresh n' hip jiggy" Ezekiel called out. "Don't die or I'll vote you off Trent" Eva yelled. Chef looked between the two boys, "Alright soldiers,you may begin...HOP TO IT!" he barked,as Trent and Justin took off running. "You! Interns! Anyone who doesn't hit these scrawny teens gets to give me and my trench foot a relaxing massage" Chef declared. The interns didn't wanna touch Chef's feet considering they looked like Worf from Star Trek. Paintballs whizzed by their heads as Trent and Justin ran. "Oh man oh man,not the hair please" Justin whined,as a paintball hit him in the face and caused a nasty bruise. Trent was soon across the paintball track and over the wall,attemping to jump over the platforms. "Alright,it's just like playing a video game or something" Trent said to himself. Taking a deep inhale,Trent yelled and ran forward,skipping over the gaps to avoid falling. He nearly made a clean shot,but slipped right at the end and began dangling off the edge. Trent looked down and panicked seeing the sharks below him, "Ummmmmm...nice sharks?" he murmured. Back at the wall,Justin had finally clambered over battered,bruised and covered in paint from head to toe. "Man I'm really outta shape. Guess the implants and plastic surgery hid everything well" he panted. He noticed Trent hanging off a platform,a shark dangling from his trousers. "AHHHH! GO BACK TO SLEEP! GO BACK TO SLEEP!" Trent shouted as he tried to shake the animal off. Justin smirked and dusted himself off, "Ha,this is just too easy". Justin stepped back,took a running jump...and missed the first platform,landing in the water and getting swarmed the second his body hit the water. Chef pulled out a walkie-talkie as he watched the carnage unfold, "Yo Chris,question; we ain't liable if these kids die,right?". "Hey,they signed contracts that they had life insurance. Whatever happens is on them" Chris sniggered.
After ten minutes of struggling Trent had managed to free himself (though not without sacrificing his trousers) while Justin had held off the sharks with his looks,being carried by them to the other side of the platforms where he climbed a ladder to the final stretch. Both Trent and Justin soon got on their stomachs and began to shimmy through the barbed wire. "This is gonna be cutting it close dude" said Trent. "Maybe for" wheezed Justin, "But I think it'll be who needs to wo- OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!". Justin shrieked like a girl as Trent's foot kicked him in the face,knowking him in the barbed wire. A chunk had sliced through his right eye,leaving him stuck and unable to move. Unlucky for him,Trent didn't notice to help,and so reached the other side with little damage,sprinting to the podium to press the winners button. "CameraCrew wins,Dictators lose. Somebody go help that boy outta the wire and get him to the infermary right away" Chef declared,as Tyler helped Justin out of the wire. As he was pulled out,the wire snapped and caused his eye to be ripped from it's socket and making blood squirt onto Tyler's tracksuit. "Aw sick" he groaned, "Your lucky this is mainly red guy". Justin was quickly taken to the ER,though not without him crying about his modelling days being over the whole way. "Nice one Trent,you just won it for us" rasped Harold,patting his teammate on the back. Eva agreed, "You just might be some use after all". Chef turned to the Directing Dictators, "Guess you won't be doing no breaker. Report to the elimination area at 2100 hours. One of you will be receiving a dishonourable discharge" he grunted, "The rest of you,go hit the showers now!".
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Tyler (Directing Dictators): Dam,lost our first hustle as a team,I was sure we had it! No sweat,this was just a warmup. We'll get 'em tomorrow. But now it's just a matter of who to give the boot. Maybe I'll talk with the others and see what they think?
Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): Luck? Pathetic,we didn't have luck. Those jokers won under my leadership skills. I won the first day,and I'm see to it that it stays that way.
Justin (Directing Dictators): It's official,my face modelling days are over. I'm basically blind now,missing an eye which I'll never get back *sighs sadly* Maybe I'll have to get one of them glass eyes,or maybe a robot one? Hmm,but those are expensive,I'll probably have to just do more hand modelling. After all,it IS what put ME on the map *swishes hair while doing jazz hands*
Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): I think I did pretty well today. Sure I got shot by paintballs,attacked by a shark and had to sacrafice my pants,but I still won it for my team. But man,heard Justin got it rough. Apparently the dude lost an eye. Guarentee that's gonna sting in the morning.
*in the shower room*
In the guys shower room,Ezekiel,Tyler,Max and Noah had finished cleaning themselves after the days work. "So" began Noah, "Who are we gonna vote for later?". "I'm thinking you or Dawn dude" said Tyler as he shaved his chin. Noah was taken aback, "Why on earth would you do that?" he scoffed. "Case out of gang you two are the only playas who didn't do no task,eh" said Ezekiel,as Tyler and Max nodded in agreement.
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Noah (Directing Dictators): Why they would want to vote off their smartest player I will never know. I suppose it's just a side effect of not being a straight A student. I had to say someone to kick off,it only made logical sense who I gunned for.
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"Why vote for me,when we can vote for Justin?" said Noah. "Stupid boy,why would we vote off someone so handsome?" Max spat,gargling into the sink,though not without the others doubting Max being straight or not. "I think he's onto something guys" said Tyler, "Dudes not really gonna be much help when he's beat up and sorta blind". "Hmph,a fair enough point" Max mumbled.
*at the trailer area*
Outside the trailers,Dawn and Bridgette were sitting on logs in front of the mini bonfire. "I know what you'll say next" said Dawn, "You'll say; 'I really want that Max gone,he's such an annoyance' am I right?". "I really want that Max gone,he's such an annoyance" Bridgette groaned, "Wait...how did you know that?". Dawn smiled, "It was easy to read from your aura. You aren't one of rage or anger,you just do not like being called a sidekick" she said, "Especially considering your most recent breakup". Bridgette looked puzzled, "Who told you about that?". "I read Ezekiel's aura during your challenge earlier today. He seems deeply upset at your refusal to speak with him. I understand,as you two were quite close" Dawn explained. "Look,he may have been fun to talk to with Tyler,and wasn't that bad of a kisser,but I just don't think Zeke is my type,y'know?" said Bridgette,reminiscing about the previous seasons. She shook her head after being lost in though for a moment, "Uh,sorry. I kinda zoned out there. Look,can you just help me vote off Max? I'm sure the guys will be doing the same". Dawn smiled and nodded, "Of course,I'd be glad to help you out Bridgette". Chris's voice could soon be heard on the film lott's intercom;
"DIRECTING DICTATORS,A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME THAT YOU GUYS LOST HORRIBLY. IT'S TIME FOR ME TO HAND OUT SOME GILDED CHRIS AWARDS,SO GET YOUR BUTTS TO THE AWARD STAGE POST-HASTE!"
*Award Stage - Gilded Chris Ceremony*
The seven members of the Directing Dictators sat on a bleacher holding miniature voting devices. Chris walked onto the giant stage in front of the bleacher,wearing a fancy blue suit. He stood in front of the podium and adjusted the microphone, "Welcome dudes,this is our first elimination ceremony of the season,where 7 members shall soon become 6! In order to vote,select the fact of the castmate you wanna buh-bye to. But remember! Show someone else who you vote for could lead to you being disqualifed,so keep your devices to yourself. It's called annoymous voting for a reason guys" he explained. A minute later,Chef walked on stage holding six Gilded Chris Awards while wearing a pink dress. "Woo,sweet fit homeslice" Ezekiel laughed. "Alrighty,the following cast members are safe to play for another day;
Dawn,
Tyler,
Noah,
Ezekiel
and Bridgette" said Chris,as Chef tossed the awards out. "Nice,not out first,eh" Ezekiel cheered. "Max and Justin,it's down to you two. Ironically enough,you two are the only ones with votes against you" Chris laughed, "Tonight,the final Gilded Chris goes to...
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Max! Heads up little dude" Chris grinned,as Max was hit in the head by his statue. "W-what?!?" Justin yelled, "You seriously chose Dr Doofenshmirtz here over me?". Tyler looked sad about seeing someone go, "Sorry man,but now that your all beat up and blind,you ain't really much help to us" he explained, "No hard feelings though,right?". Justin scoffed, "Of course there are! But,uh,I'll probably forget about them next time we hang out". Chris checked his watch and pointed at the Lame-O-Sine, "Justin,it's time to go dude,tick tock". Justin raised his hands, "Fine,fine,I'm going. But mark my words,without me this competition just got a whole lot less handsome". He then bumped into a lamppost as he walked down the Carpet of Shame. "Ow,man,make that 'good looking' instead of handsome" he grumbled. With that,Justin climbed inside the limo and drove off the film lott. Chris turned to the camera, "1 down,13 to go. What could the next theme of challenges be? Who's gonna get clattered? And who's gonna splatter? Find out next time,on Total! Drama! Take 2!".
(Coyler's note: And that's it for Episode 2. Hopefully the chapter came out well,sorry if it dragged out,these chapters might be a lot longer as oppose to Not-Stars's episode length. Be sure to follow,favourite,review and share Total Drama Take 2,I love hearing your opinions. If I receive enough questions in the reviews,I'll certainly begin doing QA's at the start of each chapter. Until next time dudes,dudettes and anything in between. Coyler,out!)