A cloaked figure stood in front of a burning campfire, with a plate of marshmallows in hand. He picked one up.

"Island" it spoke in an ominous voice, tossing the marshmallow, he does so after everything he says. "Action...World Tour...Revenge of the Island...All-Stars...Pahkitew Island" Then it put the tray to the side, and took out a picture of Don from the Ridonculous Race. "Ridonculous Race," it mumbled, clearly annoyed. He tossed it into the fire as well. "Seven seasons, four generations, 87 campers, competitors and racers..." The figure then grabbed the top of his cloak and threw it off, revealing to be…

Chris McLean!

"...And we're here for one more. I am going to have twenty-two contestants across three generations, and a spinoff, competing for not one, not two, not even three...but five...million...dollars!" He paused, arms raised for emphasis. "We will be in a plane, back at camp, around the world and so much more. These guys and gals will be in the ride of their lives. This is going to be the greatest, most craziest, out of control, free for all extravaganzas you will ever see in your life. Get ready because this is Total...Drama…Legends.

Chris walked onto a runway. Next to him was a jumbo jet. It had four engines on both wings, rounded windows on the side and, under the cockpit, there was a picture of Chris giving a thumbs up, and winking "Now, most of you smarty pants fans might remember that the Jumbo Jet was destroyed back in World Tour." He gave a few taps on the side of the vehicle. "But this is the new and improved, just out of the shop, state of the art, Chris McLean jumbo jet. Otherwise known as the Chris McPlane!" As soon as Chris finished, a piece of metal from the wing fell onto the ground with a loud KLANG!

The camera cut, revealing Chris inside the plane. The room, he was in, was gorgeous. It was laced with red carpeting, had several yellow couches, as well as bar stools and recliner chairs. There was also a bar, a pool table, two TVs on the wall, a hot tub and fold out beds.

"This is where the winning team of every challenge will hang out, relax and chill. Because we here on Total Drama believe that winners deserve the best treatment" Chris jumped onto the bed, lay down and sighed contently. "Comfy." He looked at the camera. "And as for the losers..."

The camera cut again, and Chris was now in a dimly lit area. There were no chairs, just two low wooden benches on both sides There were also compartments above, littered with dust and cobwebs. "They will spend their time here. In the loser class." He chuckled. For even more emphasis on the disgustingness of the room, two rats ran out of a small hole, and scurried away. "And, of course, the losing team will come back here, one competitor short."

A stream of static shot across the screen. Chris suddenly appeared in a crappy (pun fully intended) lavatory, with a sink, a toilet and a single window.

Confessional (Chris): "And this is the confessional, where the contestants will air their grievances, share gossip or just do their business." He jokingly waved his hand in front of his nose, emphasising the bad smell. "Same old Total Drama feel. But, you might be thinking, what makes this season different from the rest?"

Static.

When the camera cut back, Chris was in a familiar room, which had a small bleacher area, a flower curtain, two tiki statues and a straw roof. "Well you see," Chris started again. "Not all episodes will happen on the plane." He pulled out a few pictures. Each had a picture of the destinations they would travel. "Some episodes will be around the world, others will be on an island, on the film lot and who knows where." His last picture was simply a question mark.

The camera cut one more time, and Chris now stood in front of a curtain. "But what's a show without its contestants...who you'll get to meet, right now ." Chris opened the curtain, revealing a darkly lit room. On the seats, were black bags with something stuffed in each of them. Some of the bags started moving. There was a foot sticking out one of the bags, and one of them wasn't even able to completely cover whatever was inside. It was obvious that the competitors were under the bags. "First, some of our best competitors from season one." Chris started, pulling off the black bags over the competitor's heads as he named them. "Leshawna, Duncan, Owen, Courtney, Gwen and Heather."

"Great," groaned Heather "Just when we thought you couldn't be more demented, you tie us up and put us back on this flying death trap."

"Hey," Chris pointed at her. "You all signed contracts"

"We did," Leshawna spoke up "But I don't remember agreeing to anything like this."

"Yeah Chris," said Duncan "Even for you this is pretty messed up."

"Easy Duncan." Chris grinned at him. "How's jail treated ya?"

Duncan grinned back. "Great. Apparently it's pretty easy to get your sentence shortened if the person who arrested you has also been in the slammer." He burst out in mocking laughter. Chris' face went from jovial to annoyed. He walked away, as Duncan laughed. But as the Ex-Convict turned, he suddenly. He stared for a few more seconds. "Hey...Gwen" He said, awkwardly.

Gwen gave an uncomfortable smile. "Hello...Duncan." She turned away.

Duncan continued to stare, trying to think of something to say, but nothing came out. Suddenly, Courtney leaned forward, blocking the Ex-Con's view of his goth ex-girlfriend. She angrily glared at him. Duncan turned away, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

"Awww, you guys are cute when you hate each other." Owen chuckled.

The tension between Courtney and Duncan suddenly broke, as they confusingly stared at the large competitor sitting between them. Owen looked back at them. "Oh, did I say something stupid?"

An awkward silence followed. "Anyways," Chris continued "We have even more competitors to re-introduce. Like those that made a name for themselves in the third season of Total Drama." Again he removed the hoods as he listed the names. "Tyler, Noah, Alejandro and Cody."

"Ohh yeah. Let's do this. To the Extreme!" Shouted Tyler, he smirked at the other competitors. "This is gonna be Tyler's season...mark my words! Woo!"

"I thought I smelled an eel." Noah glared at Alejandro.

The Latino narrowed his eyes. "Be careful, my well dressed friend or you might-"

"Save it. Do anything to me, and my lawyer girlfriend will sue your a-"

"Wait a minute" Leshawna interrupted. Noah and Alejandro turned to her. "String Bean got a girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah," Owen smiled. "They are like the cutest couple." He chuckled. "Noah met her during the Ridonculous Ra-"

Suddenly Chris appeared, pointing an angry finger, directly in Owen's face "Never...mention that name ever...again!" Another awkward silence followed. "Thank you," continued Chris, much calmer. "Now-"

"Wait!" Cody called out. "If that's everyone from World Tour, then does that mean-" He started to break into a smile "does that mean"

"...And also Sierra" Chris quickly pulled the hood off of the contestant next to Cody, revealing the crazed fan. "Thanks for reminding me, Cody."

Sierra looked around, taking in her surroundings. She stopped when she landed on a certain gap toothed competitor. "Hi Cody…" she smiled, creepily giggling.

Cody looked mortified. "Noooooo!"

Confessional (Cody): "I thought Sierra would get over me after All-Stars. But no...it got worse. So much worse. I've already gone through three cell phones and twelve email addresses. She just doesn't stop."

Static.

Sierra nuzzled her head against Cody's body. He could do nothing but look on in horror. Chris cleared his throat. All eyes were back on him. "The competitors don't just stop there. We also have the ones from our fourth season, Revenge of the Island..."

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Oh those losers...who'd you bring? That gamer kid?"

Chris shocked his head "Unfortunately, no..." He reached for the first hood. "But we do have Zoey." He pulled off the hood.

Zoey looked around a little nervously, but when her gaze fell on a familiar competitor, she calmed down. "Oh, hey Duncan." She smiled.

Duncan was caught off guard by the Indie Chick's pleasant smile, and he found himself blushing a little. "Umm...hey." Zoey's warm smile continued, while Duncan tried to look away.

"Easy, Duncan" Chris butted in "She's got a boyfriend...who's also here. It's Mike." Chris pulled off the next hoods. "We've also got Jo, Lightning, Scott and D-" As soon as Chris pulled off the last hood, the entire robe collapsed, as if nothing was underneath it. Chris stared blankly at the fallen robe. Everyone else looked on, confused.

"Ummm- has anyone seen Dawn?" asked Chris, still looking at the piece of cloth.

"Here I am." came a voice from behind the Host.

Chris jumped, and turned around. There he saw the pale, blonde, green sweater wearing competitor, in front of him. He froze for a few moments, with Dawn just staring back at him. Finally Chris came to his senses and casually put the hood back onto Dawn's head. He walked to another set of bagged competitors.

"Moving on…we also have contestants from our last season, Total Drama Pahkitew Island. Including the twins that hate each other, Amy and Samey." He removed the two hoods.

"Ugh, put the mask back on Spare-Amy, she'd look better with it."

Samey just sighed.

Confessional (Samey): "When they asked me back for another season, they did the same with Amy. No one told us, until we signed the contract. I wouldn't have done it, if I knew...and I think they knew that."

Confessional (Amy): The Annoyed Twin crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I can't believe they wanted Lamey back for another season. Whatever. If it means I get to humiliate her on national TV again, that's fine with me."

Static

"We've also got the Aussie native, Jasmine." Chris pulled the hood off the tall competitor. The hood that was supposed to be covering her body was barely working, as half of her legs were sticking out.

She smiled, but was clearly in distress. "Oh great, first being wrapped in a tight bag giving the feeling of being trapped in a dark, cramped space, to being in an actual dark cramped space that's setting off my claustrophobia." She started laughing nervously.

"Jasmine…?" Came a voice to her side.

Jasmine's focus broke and she turned to see her friend from last season: Samey. She smiled at the tall Australian. Jasmine's fear of tight spaces was immediately put aside. She smiled. "Sammy! Good to see you. How's it going?"

Samey grinned back at her, ecstatic that one of her friends recognized her. "Oh, it's going good...except for…" At that moment, Amy let out a loud groan.

"Could someone put me in a seat that isn't next to a cyclops and an ogre?" she shouted. Samey gave an annoyed look, while Jasmine glared at the Loud Twin.

"...That." finished Samey. Jasmine frowned, feeling sorry for her friend.

"Alright, now that all the campers are done with, it's now time to-" Chris started

"Uh, hold on there, Mathlete" quipped Noah "There's supposed to be twenty-two of us and I only count twenty."

Chris rolled right in front of Noah, putting his index finger up to the brainiac's lips. "I was getting to that." Chris stepped back and sighed, "As some of you know, well to be honest I don't care how many of you know, Total Drama hosted a spinoff series called the Ridonculous Race…"

Owen spoke up "Wait I thought he said not to-"

"I didn't get to host it," Chris said, through gritted teeth. He walked towards two unfamiliar, hooded competitors. "But the producers wanted two brand new competitors for this season. And we have them, right here." He grabbed the hoods of two competitors in front of him. "The Cadets. Macarthur and Sanders."

While the skinnier one was happy to have the hood off, the burly one gave an intense look, at all the competitors. "Alright, you dirtbags." she barked "Get ready to enter a world of pain. As soon as I get my hands on ya, you will know the true meaning of fear, when you see me running behind you, breathing down your neck. Anyone that gets in my way will be crushed between my guns of steel and will be sent home, crying in agony, and you will all realize just how much intensity I'm gonna bring to this game. I will be your worst nightmare!"

Everyone just stared at Macarthur, all wide eyed and gobsmacked. Her partner, Sanders, confusingly stared at her. "Did you really have to do that?" she said

Macarthur shrugged. "Just psyching 'em up, partner. Besides, these guys have seen worse."

Confessional (Cody): He was shaking timidly. "I-I think I'll t-take my chances with Sierra if it means not being near that...that Cadet."

Confessional (Lightning): "Sometimes Lightning likes a little crazy. Keeps him on his toes. Not this crazy. Lightning no likey."

Confessional (Zoey): "Wow...that girl is...wow...she certainly is...what's the word...spunky?"

Confessional (Duncan): He grumbled. "Of course Chris brought cops onto the show. He probably still hates me after I blew up his 'cottage.' Not to mention, they're crazy. Well, one of them is. I don't know about that other one."

Static

All the competitors were now standing in the first class room, mingling with each other. Sierra darted around looking for any sign of Cody, Duncan had his arms crossed, not talking to anyone, Scott and Courtney awkwardly stared at each other, Tyler and Lightning were having a flex-off, Jasmine talked to Samey, while Zoey and Gwen hugged. Noah and Owen were standing by themselves. Macarthur and Sanders walked up to them.

"Oh hey," pointed Macarthur, "You're the guys from the Race. You did pretty good."

Noah laughed sarcastically "Yeah well, we didn't win." He gestured with his hands in a jazzy motion.

Owen laughed "Oh, Noah. It doesn't matter if we win, it matters that we do our best."

"Says the guy who won a million dollars."

Owen scratched the back of his head. "Actually it was a hundred thousand…that I traded for a chance at the million...that I didn't win." He chuckled to himself, while the three raised eyebrows at each other.

Duncan was looking around his fellow competitors, not looking too happy. Suddenly he felt a hand slap him, on his shoulders. He jolted in surprise. "Ah, good to see you again, my friend." Duncan groaned, he knew that voice.

"Alejandro..." He said with a forced smile.

The Spanish Hunk placed his arm around the former Inmate's shoulder.

Alejandro chuckled with his devilish charm "Ah, what's wrong, Duncan? Did you miss me? I certainly missed our little chats we had during season 3."

"Well, with you around, I'm starting to miss prison." Duncan pushed Alejandro's arm off of himself. He took note of something. "Besides, don't you have someone better to annoy? Like your girlfriend? The literal female equivalent of yourself?"

Alejandro looked away from Duncan before scratching the back of his head. Duncan noticed this. "What? Did you two- did you two break up?"

Alejandro's mouth opened to answer, but nothing came out.

Duncan grinned at this "Oh my god, you totally did. Where is Little Miss Sunshine?" He turned to look for her, but Alejandro grabbed his shoulders again and turned him around .

"Please don't." He sounded desperate. "It's not that we've broken up. It's that...we've…"

"It's complicated?"

Alejandro sighed "Yes...that. Thank you, mi amigo."

"Yeah I get that. Same thing happened with me and-" Duncan suddenly realized what he was saying and stopped, keeping his mouth shut. This time, it was Alejandro's turn to notice this. He stared for a moment, then grinned.

"You were talking about you and Gwen, weren't you? When you were a couple?"

Duncan kept his mouth shut, darting his eyes away from Alejandro's gaze. The Latino didn't need him to say anything. "Ah, I see. Why don't we go find your former amor and-"

This time, Duncan grabbed Alejandro by the collar, aggressively. "Do that and you're dead, you son of a-" He stopped himself though. He sighed and released his grip. "Look, I don't think Gwen wants to see me right now. Keep it to yourself, and I'll keep your business with Heather a secret, capeesh?"

Alejandro made a lock and key motion over his mouth.

Confessional (Alejandro): "Oh course, Duncan misses Gwen. I can always recognize the face of a lost lover…" He suddenly realized what he just said, and his confident smile fell. "...Not that I've ever felt that way, of course." He chuckled nervously.

Static

Now all the competitors were standing in the loser class section of the plane. Chris stood in front of them. "Now that you've all gotten to know each other. Time to move onto the fun part."

"And by fun." groaned Jo "You really mean…?"

"Fun to watch, not as fun to be a part of. Which you'll be doing.." Chris finished. All the competitors rolled their eyes. "Now" he continued, pulling out a remote and pushing its button. A TV came out from the ceiling. "Since the theme will be changing every couple of episodes, we're starting with the World Tour section." He pushed a button to reveal the place they would be landing. It showed a flag, with three vertical lines. One green, one white and one red. "Our first destination will be in...Italy." The contestants gasped in amazement.

Mike put his arm around Zoey's shoulder. "The city of love..." he said smoothly.

Zoey cringed a little. "Isn't that France?" Mike suddenly realized what he said and hunched over sadly. Zoey planted a kiss on his cheek, immediately breaking his sadness.

"This challenge will consist of three parts. The first part will determine the teams for this season."

"Let me guess. Are we gonna jump out of the plane?" Noah rolled his eyes

"No…" Chris began, allowing the competitors to sigh in relief. "You're going to jump out of a plane, into a funnel." Chris pressed another button on the remote "Once you reach the funnel, you will enter it. At the bottom of the funnel, there will be a divided scale that will shift after each player lands on one side. The first eleven players to complete one side will form the first team, the remaining members will make up the other team." Chris walked over to the parachutes. "Now I have parachutes for all of you." Immediately every competitor raised their hands. "And yes I put in your contracts that every parachute functions properly." All the competitors sighed in relief. "Some of them may have a bit of a delay, but I can guarantee they will all work." Chris laughed, while all the competitors looked at each other nervously. "Alright see you guys at the bottom." Chris opened the airplane door, sending gusts of air out of the plane. All the competitors held onto something. Courtney tightly gripped Gwen, while Owen caught Noah in a bear hug. Chris howled in laughter and pushed the button again, closing the door. "Kidding" he said "Everyone grab a 'chute." Everyone glared at Chris, except Noah, who was losing oxygen from Owen's tight grip.

Everyone was soon putting their parachutes on. Tyler, Lightning, Noah, Courtney, Jasmine, Amy and Samey had already put theirs on. Leshawna was about to snap hers into place, when Alejandro grabbed her hands. "Allow me" He said slyly.

Leshawna was not swayed though. "I don't think so, hun." She tightened her grip on the Lation's hands

Alejandro winced in pain. "Point taken, point taken..." he screamed through the pain. Leshawna released her grip and smiled smugly.

Confessional (Leshawna): "I'm ashamed to admit that season three wasn't my best outing. I was played like a flute and I ain't about to let it happen again." She smirked. "Nobody messes with Leshawna twice."

Static

Mike helped Zoey put on her parachute. She turned and smiled at her boyfriend. Then her gaze fell on someone else. She walked past Mike and tapped Duncan on the shoulder. He turned.

"What do you want?" He said, dully.

Zoey held up a parachute. He confusingly stared at it.

"I found an extra," Zoey responded, in her usual bubbly tone. Mike raised an eyebrow at this.

Duncan took the chute. "Look I know last season you thought I was a softie, but that's not going to be the case this season. So..."

He tossed the chute behind him, not bothering to see where it landed. He heard a thud, followed by an "ow." Duncan's eyes widened. He quickly turned to see Gwen rubbing the back of her head and the parachute he just tossed lying next to her. She turned angrily at him. Duncan cringed and tried to look away, as Gwen annoyingly turned back around.

"Ummm..." came Zoey's voice from behind him. Duncan looked back. She was holding another chute. "You sure you don't want one?" She awkwardly said. Duncan sighed and quickly took the parachute, without saying a word.

Soon every competitor had a parachute on. "Alright everyone," Chris said with the remote in hand. "Get ready." Every competitor prepared to run through the door. "In 3...2...1. Go!" As soon as Chris finished, the door opened, releasing the air from inside the plane, the competitors ran to the door.

"Oh yeah. EXTREME!" Tyler ran as fast as he could.

"Oh wait." The door suddenly closed again. Every competitor was able to stop in time, except Tyler. He ended up smacking face first into the metal doorway, groaning as he slid to the floor. Everyone turned to Chris.

"I almost forgot," he said, pointing to the ceiling. A familiar ding-ding sound rang. Almost every competitor groaned, except for Courtney and Jasmine, the latter of whom looked confusingly at everyone.

"I forget, what does that mean?" asked Jasmine.

"We have to sing." grumbled Heather.

"Yes!" shouted Amy, excited. "I'm a way better singer than Lamey" Samey just rolled her eyes.

"Lucky for you, I got good news." said Chris "Firstly, this will only happen in the first World Tour section." Everyone sighed in relief. "Second, since there's twenty two of you, only a few are going to sing at a time-"

"Oh, oh, oh, pick me. Pick me." Courtney raised her hand.

"Easy, Courtney. I only want two people to sing for this one." Chris pointed "For this song, I want Duncan…" The former juvy boy grumbled at this "and...Scott." The Country Boy in the white tank top looked confused.

"Wait why me?" he asked

"You haven't said much since you got here...so...get to it." The door opened again. "And if you don't sing, you're instantly eliminated."

Tyler readied himself this time. "Oh yeah, EXTRE-" Suddenly he was shoved to the side by Lightning.

"I don't think so. Lightning's winning this. SHA-BAM!" He ran and jumped out of the plane. Everyone else soon followed. The music started playing.

(To the tune of "Get Thru This" by Art of Dying)

Duncan:

I've been through a lot, yeah.

4 seasons of pain

Scott

Not really sure what to say

But at least there's no rain

Duncan

I'm gonna make it through this...

And I'm never coming back

Scott

My Papi always told me...

That really I don't know Jack

Duncan & Scott

I'm never doing this.

Not ever again.

If you ever see me here

I'll wish that I was dead.

Scott

I know it sounds harsh but It's just true…

Duncan

And If I don't make it through...

Duncan/Scott

I'm never comin' back

not ever again.

And if it ever happens then

I'll wish that I was dead

Scott

It's not that easy…

Duncan

I really missed Gwen...

The music suddenly cut as everyone stared at Duncan. Duncan's face glew red as his eyes darted around to see the slew of competitors staring at him, awkwardly. Thankfully for him, Gwen was above him and didn't hear what he had said.

The Competitors were descending at an ever increasing rate. "There's the funnel," shouted Mike.

As the clouds parted, the competitors could see exactly where he was pointing. They started picking up speed. Scott was grinning to himself. "I can't believe I got to sing." he smiled "I didn't sound half bad either." In reality, Scott sounded as good as his normal speaking voice. Which, to put it lightly, wasn't very pleasent.

"Oh your aura was lovely." came a voice

Scott yelped in surprise and looked to see Dawn, lowering next to him. Scott rolled his eyes.

"Oh, it's you…" he said, annoyed. "You still mad at me for…" Scott trailed off. Dawn was in a lotus position and didn't look slightly bothered by falling at an ever increasing rate. "How are you-" The Country Boy decided not to ask and remained silent.

All the competitors were getting closer and closer to the funnel. Samey, Jo, Alejandro and a few others decided to pull their cords right then and there. Lightning didn't though. He shot past them, flying like a bullet. He had the parachute in one hand, and once he was near the funnel, he pulled the cord with his open hand. The parachute deployed and Lightning was carried towards the goal. He landed on the edge of it. He posed, arms stretched out. He grinned proudly.

"Awww yeah. Lightning is first. Not like it's anything new. Hahaha. SHA-Woah."

As soon as Lightning took a step forward, the scale tilted and Lightning fell forward off the scale, landing in the red circle. The Jock groaned, but still let out a muffled "Sha...bam."

More and more competitors were reaching the funnel, while others were still in the air. Noah pulled the cord to his chute, but nothing happened. "Ok, Chris, just let me fall, the contract said that the chutes would work." He noticed how much closer he was getting to the ground. "If they don't, then I can take you to court." He sounded very calm. "I got a girlfriend who's a lawyer." Still calm. "I can sue you for like a million dollars. I know how much you like your money, Chris." Then Noah realized just how close he was to the funnel. This time he started to panic "But that won't matter if I'm ALREADY DEAD!" At that moment, Noah's chute released and his descent slowed way down. Noah still looked terrified though. "You're a mad man, McLean."

Duncan had just reached the funnel, but he waited at the top, and looked around. "Where is she, where is she, where is she?" he whispered to himself.

Confessional (Duncan): "Yeah, I kinda regret what happened in All-Stars. Gwen and I broke up because I was kind of a jerk." He rubbed the back of his head. "More so than usual. But I want to fix that now and it starts with the two of us being on the same team."

Static.

Duncan was still looking for Gwen, while Jasmine had just landed near him. She soon started sliding down. Samey landed shortly after. The Australian looked back "Samey." Jasmine called "Let's try to be on the same team."

The Twin smiled and was about to respond, when Amy suddenly landed on her shoulders. "What the-

"Get away from me!" Amy screamed. She still had the chute on and the tarp fell over both of them. The two squirmed, leading to Samey losing her balance and rolling down the funnel. Jasmine didn't hear this in time and, as soon as she turned, she was knocked forward, straight into the blue side of the scale. Amy and Samey stopped themselves right at the edge. The scale tiled over revealing the red side. The two unknowingly fell into it.

Noah had finally reached the bottom and was about to pick his side.

Confessional (Noah): "I don't care who's on my team as long as it's not with any eels, ex-cons or Leshawna."

Static

Noah was reading himself to jump in, when he heard a rumble. He looked to his sides before turning around. He gasped in horror.

"Noaaaaaaaaaah." screamed a helpless Owen, who was rolling down the funnel like a boulder, straight towards his little buddy. Noah tried to dodge it, but he was too late. Owen slammed into Noah, with a loud crash, followed by an even louder SLAM at the bottom.

Jo, who was nearby, noticed this and cringed at this. She jumped onto the newly available red side. Once she landed, Amy and Samey were just getting themselves unstuck. Samey got up first, with her hair messed up. She looked around. "Where's Jasmine?" she asked.

"Who?" Lightning, who was stretching nearby, responded. But he stopped when he noticed his new teammate. He groaned. "Really? You got here?"

Jo walked up to him, pissed. "Yeah, Dudling. I'm here. And I'm gonna beat you again like I did in All-Stars."

Lightning just scoffed. "Last I checked, you didn't do so well yourself. You better get on my back because Lightning is gonna carry this team to victory." He laughed mockingly.

Jo immediately nailed him with a punch to the gut. The Jock crumpled up and fell to the ground.

"Sha-ut up" she shouted.

"That line was lame." came a voice.

Jo turned and threw her arms down in disgust. "Oh come on. You're on my team?"

Heather walked off the scale and took off her parachute. "Don't be upset, I'm the only hope our team has right now." She flounced straight up to Jo and pointed a finger in her face. "So you better start listening to me, got it?"

Jo was about to protest, but the not so bright jock butted in. "Nu-uh. Didn't you hear? Lightning is gonna carry his team to victory. So it's you two who should be listening to me. SHA-BAM!"

The three started arguing loudly, leaving Samey to watch in despair, realizing what her team was looking like.

Duncan was still looking for Gwen. His gaze stopped after a few more seconds. "There she is." He could see Gwen and Courtney close to entering the funnel. The Ex-Con started carefully moving down the funnel.

Cody was about to enter the scale, when he looked up. He also noticed Gwen. He decided to wait for her to get closer, until…

"CODY!"

The loud squeal made Cody shiver as he slowly turned around. He saw a frantic and very quickly moving Sierra, running towards him. She was panting heavily, but not deterred in the slightest. Cody screamed and jumped right into the open scale, which had the blue side. He landed with a thud, looked up and sighed in relief, as the scale closed.

"Whew. Glad I don't have to deal with-" He heard a loud groan and felt the scale moving up. He looked up in terror as Sierra was pushing open the scale. She jumped in, soon after. "Aw, crap" he groaned, seconds before being tackled by the screaming fan. Tyler violently fell next to them, his bones making an unsettling cracking noise as he hit the ground.

The competitors were slowly forming their teams. Macarthur and Sanders made it onto the blue side, while Alejandro, Scott and Leshawna made it onto the red side.

Duncan had yet to enter, as he scaled carefully down the funnel. Gwen was also getting closer. She hadn't seen the delinquent. Duncan wanted to keep it that way. Courtney was by Gwen's side, much to the Ex-Con's annoyance. The two went to the bottom and jumped in on the blue side. Duncan picked up the pace. He stopped at the bottom. He tried pushing the scale, but it didn't budge. He sighed and stepped back. He would have to wait for the next person to enter.

From a distance, Mike and Zoey were the last to make it to the funnel. They made their way into the funnel fairly close to each other. Zoey released her chute and grabbed the edge of the funnel. She looked at the bottom. Mike was about to release his backpack when…

"Is that Duncan?" asked Zoey.

"What?" said Mike. He missed the release button. At that moment, a big gust of wind blew in, pushing Mike away from Zoey and the funnel.

"Mike!" called out the Indie Chick. Just then, another gust of wind blew Mike in the other direction. He ended up crashing into Zoey, sending her falling down the funnel. At that moment, Mike accidently released his backpack, barreling towards Zoey.

Duncan heard various thumps coming from behind him. He turned, but before he could see what it was, Zoey crashed into him, sending both her and Duncan onto the red side. The scale turned just in time for Mike to fall through on the blue side.

Duncan groaned as he lay in a heap. He sat up and grabbed his head in pain. Then he looked at his team. He saw Alejandro, he saw Heather, he saw Jo...but he didn't see Gwen. He got up and looked behind him. He was on the red side. His mouth fell open. "Really? I'm not even on Gwen's side. The whole reason I came here was to-"

Just then, Chris appeared, having walked off a helicopter. "And with that the teams are set!" He announced. "Everyone make your way to the shuttles. They will take you to the next section of the challenge. McLean out." He walked towards a waiting golfcart, which Chef was driving.

Duncan sighed angrily. He felt a hand touch his shoulder. He looked to see Zoey sympathetically looking at him.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to…" Duncan didn't let her finish. He pulled his shoulder away and walked past her

"Yeah, well...it doesn't matter now, does it?" he said, annoyed.

Zoey sighed sadly, even more so because she wasn't on the same team as Mike.

The competitors walked towards the shuttles that were located at the front of the giant scale.

Chris was there, standing in front of the helicopter, a massive pile of balls and two catapults.

"Welcome to the next part of the challenge. Firstly let's see our teams. On the blue side, we got Noah, Owen, Sanders, Macarthur, stalker Sierra, Cody, Courtney, Gwen, Tyler, Jasmine and Mike."

Mike looked over to his girlfriend, neither looked happy to be on separate teams.

"Tough." said Chris, jokingly. "And on the red side we have Amy, Samey, Duncan, Jo, Heather, Dawn (have no idea when you came down), Alejandro, Scott, Lightning, Zoey and Leshawna. That's the teams and they are final." Duncan glanced at Gwen. She noticed him and quickly turned away. Jasmine also nervously looked at her friend, Samey.

Confessional (Jasmine): She sighed sadly. "I really wanted to be on Sammy's team again. Now she has to deal with her she-devil of a sister, by herself." She glanced up at the camera. "Well, hopefully no one else on her team will stand for Amy's behavior."

"Great names for the teams, Chris." quipped Noah "Red team and Blue team, way to be creative."

Chris held his annoyance back as best he could. "Actually Noah, that's the next part of the challenge. As you can see we have all these spheres here and these two catapults. Waaay over there..." he pointed past the mess that lay before him "...will be a target with a hole in the center. The goal of this challenge is to land two balls through the bullseye. Each sphere contains a different word. The first ball you land will be the first word of your name and the next ball will be your second name. And you won't know what's written inside the balls. The team that has a better name will get an advantage in the last part of the challenge."

"There's still another part of the challenge?" cried Gwen

"Yes...now...make like the Italians and...arrivare ad essa"

All the competitors looked at each other confused. Chris sighed, annoyed.

"It means "get to it"...Chef?"

Chef suddenly appeared next to Chris with a horn, he blew into it, making a deep loud booming sound. The competitors were off, grabbing the spheres.

The members from the yet to be named teams took their spheres and placed them into the catapult. Chris watched on, as he looked to the camera.

"What new and ridiculous names will these competitors be stuck with? And who will be the first to say ciao at a chance of five million dollars. Find out next time on Total...Drama...Legends!"

Welcome new viewers, and old. For those who aren't aware, I gave this chapter a little update. Nothing too drastic, aside from the fact that I actually split up the sections. I'm gonna do this for the other chapters as well.

If you're just starting out, who do you think is going first?

Enjoy, and peace be with ya!

Teams:

Red Team: Amy, Samey, Duncan, Zoey, Alejandro, Heather, Jo, Scott, Dawn and Leshawna

Blue Team: Courtney, Gwen, Cody, Sanders, Macarthur, Tyler, Jasmine, Mike, Noah and Owen

No eliminations yet.