Disclaimer - The rights of Total Drama Island and its characters belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and all those associated with the show. Pokémon belongs to Game Freaks, might as well acknowledge that. No profit is being made by this fanfiction. In case of emergency, you can use your seat as a flotation device.
Replies to Questions and Comments:
To Everybody - Okay okay, you got me. Bridgette's friends from home all have the same names as Pokémon (human) characters. I didn't think it would be that obvious, I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't forget the names, so I picked names from separate generations. There are apparently more Pokémon fans than I thought there would be. Lucario for the win!
The reason for the two main characters of this story being Ezekiel and Bridgette is because that's who the story is focused on right now. When we reach the Top 10, it'll be removed so as the finalists will be more of a surprise: you might not guess who's going to win this, muahaha.
For those of you sending ideas for challenges and original characters, I thank you for your contributions. However, I already have planned out the challenges for TDC, and the new 22 characters for the sequel. Come the sequel with 44 contestants, I might need ideas for challenges, ehehe.
And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
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(narrated by Joel, the guest star from the previous day)
Welcome to Total Drama Comeback, the Island of Love!
Last time, we saw some incredible kart racing! Also, there were incredible side-challenges! Knife juggling, ant hill grasping, poison ivy swimming, bear cave plundering, fire rope jumping, and more! It was intense, it was fun, it was more than any NASCAR fan could ever hope for! The injures racked up, as Heather practically bathed in poison ivy, Eva was forced to eat Chef's meat loaf (poor girl), and Ezekiel was shot in the butt with an arrow shot by Izzy! Don't worry, they have health insurance on this show; makes me nervous, though, because eventually I'm going to be in that line of fire.
It also seems Heather and Ezekiel are getting more into each other, though both will deny that until the cows come home. Bridgette went up in Heather's face to tell her to back off, and I'm sure all those that hate Heather love the surfer for that.
When it came time for me to temporarily host the marshmallow ceremony, the criminal punk known as Duncan was left without a marshmallow. Leaving behind a sad Courtney, our mohawk-wearing friend set sail for Playa des Losers.
But what is going to happen this time around? Will Courtney be the next to fall because of her actions, or will Tyler for crashing the karts and ruining it for several people? Will Heather finally get booted, before or after something finally develops between her and Ezekiel? And is Chef ever going to untie Chris and let him out the of the Confession Cam?
\Joel twirls a wrench in his hand, smirking.\ These questions, my ladies, gents, and robots, will be answered almost assuredly on this next day, episode, and broadcasting of the show that you love second most!
It's... Total... Drama ... COMEBACK!
(cue the theme song, and we're good to go!)
Chapter 33 (Day 11, Part 1) - Sports, It's What For Dinner
Three days after the kart competition, things were getting back to normal. That is, in the sense that some campers were getting along just fine, and some were like mixing velociraptors in a bin with BBQ-soaked chickens (Harold's analogy, not ours).
The most obvious feud came from Courtney and Gwen. Though the CIT was trying to watch her attitude, especially around Harold, she and the goth girl were still not getting along. Whenever the two were nearby each other, they exchanged glares.
Though there was someone else who really wished to be as far away from someone else as possible.
At breakfast the day of Challenge Eleven, Izzy plopped down next to Ezekiel. The prairie boy took one look at the redhead, cried out in fear, and scurried to the other side of the table.
"Awww, c'mon, Zeke," the crazy girl complained. "That arrow thing was an accident."
"You shot me in the butt, eh," the prairie boy shouted, still nervous. The redhead opened her mouth, then closed it, looking away sadly.
(Confession Cam - Madam, I'm Adam.)
Ezekiel - "Can you blame me? She shot me! In the butt, eh! It was the single-most embarrassing experience of my life, the single-most painful experience of my life, and I'm no good at sleeping on my stomach, eh!"
Gwen sat down next to Ezekiel, glancing at his oversized butt. "How's that feel, by the way, prairie boy?"
"Fine, eh. Still a little tender."
Tyler, Bridgette, Beth, Eva, and Noah were sitting with him as well, all looking at him from time to time. Finally, the prairie boy couldn't take it anymore.
"Look guys," he said, throwing up his hands, "I knoo' you have been holding back, eh. So I want to let you knoo', it's okay to make jokes about my butt now."
"Awww, Zeke, man," Tyler started.
"No, Tyler, bud'day, I insist. Let it all out."
The teenagers exchanged looks. Beth was the first to grin, her braces gleaming in the light. "That's rather big of you, Ethekiel. Though not ath big ath your butt!"
"So when do we paint Goodyear on it?" Gwen asked, also grinning slyly.
"Jennifer Lopez called," Eva remarked, pointing at Ezekiel's butt, "she wants that back."
"The cameramen told me they need an aerial view to properly shoot that," said Noah.
"When you sit down, are chairs afraid?" Bridgette cracked.
"I'll bet when he walks backwards, you have to beep to warn people behind you," Tyler said.
"See, see, there you go," Ezekiel said, beaming at his fellow contestants, "make as many jokes as you want. But I knoo' you're just jealous, because my butt's so big, you're all posterior inferior!"
Heather, from the other table, rolled her eyes. "So dumb," she muttered as she stirred her barely edible food. Her table mates, Harold and Courtney, looked over at her in question. "Making jokes about butts is so immature."
"You've made them," Harold remarked.
"No, I've made insults about butts. There's a difference."
Courtney shrugged, sighing as she stared at her food. "This place is really getting me down."
"No, it's not so bad," said Harold, smiling at the CIT. "I almost managed to stand up today."
"Really? That's pretty good," Courtney replied.
Owen walked into the cafeteria, seeing Izzy sitting alone. He felt sorry for his girlfriend, and sat down at the table she was at; however, the weight of the large teen sent Izzy, who was on the other side, catapulting over his head.
"Not again, Owen," she hollered as she soared, heading towards the door. Cody happened to come in right then, and was hit by the U.F.O. (Unusually Flying Oddgirl).
"Nice checking, Izzy," Chris Maclean said. The host was sitting in front of both the tables, watching the campers. Ever since he had been tied up in the Confession Cam, the host had been a bit distant; Cody hypothesized that he was planning a very painful retribution.
"Today, we are going to be having some heavy-duty competition," the host declared, getting up on his feet. "Your skills will be tested, your friendships will be tested harder, but the hardest test will be to your muscles and nerves!
"For tonight, you are going to be playing some sports! Tonight... are you ready for some FOOTBA-AAAAAAAAAALL?!"
Tyler let out a loud cheer, almost deafening those around him. "Let me at 'em, baby! This is what I was made for!"
"Is it going," Noah asked, rubbing his ears, "to be our football or American football?"
"It's a bit complicated, and I'll let you in more details later," the host said. "But for now, we're going to choose the teams! And we have to choose the team captains first!"
"ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME," Tyler chanted, leaping up and down, pumping his fists. "ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME-"
(Confession Cam - Step on no pets!)
Tyler - "Can you blame me for being excited? Sports are my life! This is my calling, my dream!"
Gwen - "Okay... Tyler is way too excited for his own good. I know he loves sports, but he should be more concerned about winning sports. A lot of us, namely me, are mad at him for crashing those karts and making us eat Chef's meat loaf." \She gags.\ "Thinking about that lousy food makes me sick. Just thinking about it!"
"ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME-"
"Shut up, Tyler," Chris requested.
"Okay."
"But you know, you are going to be the captain of the Red Team! So come over to my left, you jock!"
Tyler leapt over, doing a cartwheel (and falling down on his back) and crashed into the wall Chris was standing against. Holding his woozy head, he chuckled nervously and remarked, "I am okay!"
"And since I know you love leading," Chris said, looking over at Courtney, "you, Courtney, will be leading the Green Team!"
"Huh? What?" Courtney stammered. "I'm not a sports person."
"That's okay," Heather said to her. "Neither is Tyler."
"OH! You are dead," Tyler shouted, pointing at her and glaring.
"All jibes aside," Chris continued, "Courtney is the leader of the Green Team!"
The CIT nervously took her place next to Chris. Taking a deep breath, she put on a determined face and crossed her arms. She noticed Gwen glaring at her, and the brunette returned the glare.
"You still upset about Trent?" she asked the goth girl.
"You'd better believe it, Freckles."
Courtney hissed. She hated being called that more than anything. "Chris, shall we pick our teammates now?"
"Tyler goes first," the host informed her.
The jock looked at the available contestants, then grinned at his best friend there. "Ezekiel, man," he shouted, "get over here!"
The toque-wearing teen ran over, exchanging a high-five with the jock. Tyler then swung his hand down and gave Ezekiel a friendly smack on the butt; however, this was right where the prairie boy's wound was. As he let out a high-pitched scream of pain, Tyler shouted, "Gah! Sorry man, I completely forgot!"
Courtney rolled her eyes, then looked over at the contestants. "I pick Eva."
The fitness buff grinned, then cracked her knuckles. "This'll be too easy," she said, grinning evilly at Tyler. The red-clad athlete snarled back at her, balling his fists up.
"Then," he said, "I pick Gwen!"
The goth girl was startled at first, then shrugged. "Any reason why?" she asked him.
"I know you want to get at Courtney too, probably as much as I do," the jock said with a wink.
(Confession Cam - Rise to vote, sir.)
Gwen - "Well, it was either with Tyler or be bossed around with Courtney. And that CIT handles power worse than a hall monitor. Worse than the lead hall monitor."
As Gwen joined Tyler and Ezekiel, Courtney tapped her fingers against her arms. "Umm," she hummed, "I pick Harold."
Everyone, even Harold, even the semi-sentient breakfast made by Chef, was surprised by this. "We have you," Courtney said, looking at Eva, "that's more than enough."
Tyler's eye twitched as Eva nodded at the opposing team captain. "Oh, yeah?!" he shouted. "Well, I pick Cody!"
"I'm so scared now," the brunette CIT replied, looking at the scrawny tech-geek. Cody laughed sheepishly as he looked down at his scrawniness, then at Eva's firm muscles.
"I pick Bridgette." The blond surfer smiled, and high-fived her CIT friend. Tyler patted Ezekiel's shoulder, which confused the toque-wearing teen at first.
"I'm gonna go with...," Tyler looked a little discouraged with his remaining picks: Izzy, Heather, Beth, and Noah. "Oh, what the hell. Izzy, I pick you!"
The redhead shouted in joy, and leapt at the red-clad athlete, knocking him down with her glomp. Ezekiel whimpered and hid behind Gwen and Cody.
"I choose...," Courtney looked at the remaining three, "Beth." The farm girl grinned, and glomped Courtney, though nowhere near hard enough to knock over the CIT.
(Confession Cam - Was it a car or a cat I saw?)
Beth - "Okay, I may be a little mad at Courtney about the whole gummi sthlug thing, but I was really happy not to be chosthen lastht." \She giggles and snorts.\
Tyler looked at the two remaining choices: Noah and Heather. With a furious glare at Heather, he said aloud, "I take... um... the bookworm!"
"Noah," the bookworm informed him. "You don't even know my name?! How much has Lindsay been affecting you, man?"
"That leaves Heather with Courtney's Green Team," Chris announced, clapping his hands. "Follow me, everyone! We're off to the stadium!"
"We have a stadium?" was the reply from most of the campers.
"That explains the loud construction noise every night, eh," Ezekiel grumbled.
(Confession Cam - Okay, we're sick of palindromes already.)
Tyler - "Yes, baby, yes! This is it! Finally, a challenge I can really sink my teeth into! I am SO gonna love this!"
Noah - " 'Bookworm.' He called me 'bookworm.' Oh, I hate jocks!"
Harold - "It was nice of Courtney to have me on her team, but I hope she's not doing this out of guilt. When I told her I was almost able to stand up on my own, I didn't tell her I fell on my face as a result of 'almost'."
Heather - "Great, now we're doing sports. Chris, you are getting more and more lame. What's next, rap battles? Hopscotch wars? Scavenger hunts?"
Ezekiel - "Oh man, Izzy's on my team!" \He points at his butt.\ "Look what she did to me when she was my opponent, now I gotta work with her?! I am so dead, eh."
Courtney - "I'm confident my leadership skills will be good enough for a sports game. I mean, we won the dodge ball tournament last season under my leadership. Though I wish Duncan was here... and Harold could walk... oh no, I've really shot myself in the foot, haven't I?"
Izzy - \She looks around, as if distracted, then 'notices' the camera in front of her.\ "Oh! Um... kiwis are funny, aren't they?"
A large stadium had indeed been built on Wawanakwa Island, though not quite so big as a usual stadium. Chris led the twelve campers into the stadium, and onto a large Canadian football field inside. When the campers were inside, a roar from a large crowd startled them.
"YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALI...," Izzy started for the door, then realized the crowd were sports fans. "Oh wow! There must be about ten thousand people here!"
"Ladies and germs," Chris, who was standing in the middle of the field and holding his trusty megaphone, "welcome to Day 11 on Wawanakwa Island! Tonight, the Red Team and the Green Team will compete in one of the most hardcore games of Canadian football ever!"
The crowd roared its approval. Tyler roared right back, pumping his fists into the air; he was in Sports Nirvana.
"The game is rather like American soccer, if that's where you are from," Chris shouted to the crowd.
"Wait a minute," Courtney said, looking perplexed. "He has people from America here?"
"They held a contest to see a Total Drama Comeback competition live," Owen, who was standing with the contestants, explained to her. "Due to a little mishap with lawyers and fine print, the producers had to accept all entries."
"How many people are here?" Noah asked.
"Eleven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two people."
Gwen's grin was almost as wicked as one of Izzy's. "Fine print finally bites Chris, huh? Payback's a bi-"
"Here are the rules," Chris Maclean continued to shout to the crowd. "This game of football will be played with a hollow, metal ball!"
A metallic ball was thrown onto the field from one of the bullpens, bouncing with a rich, metal CLANG. As the crowd roared approval, the twelve campers stared in horror.
"He wants us to kick THAT around?!" Cody squeaked.
"It'll be okay, because the campers will be wearing these fashionable, metal boots," Chris shouted.
A pair of metallic boots were thrown onto the field from the bullpens. Chris Maclean put them on, then kicked the metal ball; a dull clang echoed across the stadium, but the host didn't seem the least bit in pain.
"Now that's cool," Eva said. Noah, however, looked rather leery.
"Chris?" the bookworm called out to the host, "this looks rather lot like the video game-"
"This metal ball is charged with powerful electricity, by the way, folks," Chris shouted to the crowd. "Oh Chef?"
The large cook walked onto the field from the bullpen. "Yeah, what?" No sooner was he on the field did Chris kick the metal ball at Chef Hatchet. It hit the cook in the chest, and an electric surge shocked the gruff man; he yelled out in pain and fell to his knees.
The campers stared, horrified again.
"You think he's still mad at Chef for tying him up?" Bridgette asked her friends.
"And the goalies will be wearing these sporty gloves for protection," the handsome host continued. Once again, said item was thrown onto the field, and Chris put them on. He picked up the metal ball with ease, and chucked it at Chef. The large man lifted up his hands to catch it, and was shocked again. Falling on his side, he whimpered as he kissed his tender fingers.
"Yeah, he's still mad at him, eh," Ezekiel said, as Bridgette covered her mouth in astonishment.
"Chris?" Noah called out again. "This is really starting to resemble-"
"Now every team is going to have a captain, chosen at the beginning of every match," Chris continued, interrupting Noah unintentionally. "They will have three teammates, and one goalie! I want you all to be as ruthless as lacrosse teams! Knock each over, ram your opponents, tackle them into the walls! Which, by the way..."
He walked over to Chef, who was slowly standing up. "... Is also electrified!"
He shoved the large man against the wall, which held Chef Hatchet in a loud, painful-sounding, electric shock. Letting out a vibrating scream, the cook fell off after being shocked for a seconds. Falling to the ground slightly charred, he mumbled, "I'm... gonna... kill you, Chris..."
"Wow, that looks fun," Izzy shouted joyfully. She started to run to the wall, but Cody and Gwen held her back. "Chris," Noah looked rather agitated now, "you are bordering on copyright infringement here!"
"To win a match, you must score five goals. The team that wins three games, best out of five, wins immunity, and the losing team votes someone off." Chris explained. "With every match, the captain of the team and the goalie must be a different person."
He then stepped on the collapsed Chef's back, beaming to the crowd. "And we call this challenge-"
"Don't do it, Chris Maclean," Noah cried out. "Don't say it!"
"... Super Wawanakwa Strikers Charged!"
Noah slapped his forehead. "That's it, you're getting sued," he shouted, rolling his eyes. "You are going to need a really good lawyer!"
"Red Team is in the bullpen on the left side of the field, Green Team is in the right bullpen! For the first match, the captains have already been decided!
"Ladies and gentlemen," Chris lifted his spare arm up as smiled the most he could, "our first match is going to be Tyler's Tornadoes verses Courtney's Crashers! And I think both teams would like to know... who is cheering them on the loudest!"
He gestured to the VIP box. Sitting there were the ten campers voted off: Lindsay, Katie, Sadie, Trent, Justin, Duncan, Geoff, Leshawna, DJ, and Owen.
"Bridgette babe," Geoff shouted, standing on his seat and pumping his fists, "you kick their butts! You da babe!"
"Princess, you've got the swiftest kick to balls that I know," Duncan shouted, laughing as well.
"Harold, you handsome white boy," Leshawna called out, "your team's gonna win this!"
"Gfff Iffee," Owen strained to yell with a mouthful of two hot dogs, "kiff burr bluts!"
"Taylor," Lindsay started, then covered her mouth in shame, "I mean, Tyler! You can lead your troops to victory!" She gave what she thought was the peace sign, but it was the hang loose sign.
"Noah babe," Katie shouted, with Sadie squealing happily next to her, "you can win this! Play your hardest!"
Noah laughed and waved back. "Don't plan on playing, Katie."
"Now each team," Chris shouted into the megaphone again, "gets fifteen minutes to choose their teammates and strategies!"
(Tyler's Tornadoes)
"Alright people," Tyler shouted, looking so excited he might burst, "I know we can win this strikers game! Who wants to play this game?"
"Not me," Noah said, so quick to answer it could be considered instinct.
"Oh that's right," Gwen said, shooting a glare at Noah. "Sports aren't your thing."
"Bingo, my lady goth," he replied with a condescending wink before sitting down.
Gwen started to put on her metal boots, and stomped over to Noah. He was spared from a violent, metal boot kicking because Cody and Ezekiel held her back; the know-it-all pulled out a book and started reading it.
"This is my normal reaction to sports, m'kay?" he said to them. "Sit back and let people who know how to do them do them. I wouldn't ask you people to gain the hardest achievements in The War of Prism, now would I?"
"Dudes, it's okay," Tyler told him teammates. "We got enough people! Zeke, Gwen, Cody, you guys can be on the field. Izzy, you be goalie!"
The redhead beamed and nodded a great many times. "You want me to punch them in the head with the metal gloves if they get too close?"
"Ummm, no, Izzy."
"But Chris said to get rough!"
"Yeah, but you'll also deck Bridgette and Beth in your thrill for violence," Gwen pointed out.
"What about Heather?"
"Hit her all you want." Ezekiel looked a little upset by this, and scratched the back of his head. The goth girl noticed this, and leaned over to him. "Please tell me you're not serious about her. I was counting on you and Cody to be the only sane ones here."
"Well, doo'nt you think a punch to the face with a metal gloved fist to be a little too strong, eh?"
"To Heather? It makes me wish we were boxing with them."
"Not if Eva was your opponent."
"Ah, touché, prairie boy."
"Now guys," Tyler said, clapping his hands, "they are obviously going to use Eva, so let's rely on speed and agility because they'll count on her to crush us into bloody smears on that field."
Cody whimpered, imagining himself being smeared. Izzy made a face, Noah raised an eyebrow, and Gwen rolled her eyes. "Anything else to say, captain?" she asked sarcastically.
"Just one thing, Gwen," Tyler said, grinning as he punched her shoulder playfully. "I want you to knock Courtney and Heather into that electric wall as often as you can."
Gwen's sadistic grin came back. "Tyler, you've officially made it into my good book."
(Courtney's Crashers)
"Okay, people," Courtney shouted, snapping her fingers, "let's discuss strategy now."
"At least we won't have to fight who's playing the game," Heather remarked, looking at Harold. The nerd looked downcast when she said that, holding his crutches next to him.
"That wath uncalled for," Beth hissed at the queen bee, crossing her arms.
"But who's going to be goalie?" Eva asked, brushing off the argument. "Shall I do it?"
"No, I'd rather you'd be out there, knocking them over like pins," Courtney told the fitness buff. "Heather can be goalie."
The queen bee looked appalled. "What? Why?"
"Because we have Eva on our side," Courtney explained to Heather with that snooty, 'I'm the authority here' voice that could cause a twitch in most peoples' eye. "I am sure that with her, and the other members of this team, we can take them down."
Beth nodded a great deal. "Yeah yeah yeah! Eva can pulverize them!"
Bridgette thumped Eva on the back, and the fitness buff took a deep breath. "So all the pressure's on me, then?" the muscular girl asked her captain.
"I'm sorry to do that, but I did pick you-"
"Good, because I can easily kick their heads off," Eva said with a wicked snicker, cracking her knuckles. She started to walk on the field.
"Wait, Eva," Courtney called after her, "we haven't discussed strategy y-"
"Screw that, let's just kick them until their bones shatter!"
The Green Team exchanged concerned looks. "Makes you glad she's on our side, huh?" Heather muttered.
"Very glad," Beth said in agreement.
"Alright, let's do this," Bridgette shouted, pumping her fists into the air. "Let's do it for the ones we love in the audience tonight! For Geoff!"
"For Duncan, the ogre," Courtney shouted in agreement.
"For Leshawna, my angel," Harold cried out.
"For Justhtin, the sthtud muffin," Beth declared, then giggled.
"You like Justin that much?" Courtney asked the short farm girl.
"I justht needed to pick sthomeone in the audience."
Courtney and Tyler shook hands in the center of the field. On one side were Ezekiel, Gwen and Cody, grinning maliciously at their opponents. At the other side were Eva, Bridgette, and Beth, smiling smugly and punching their palms.
"Alright, campers," Chris Maclean said, wearing a striped, referee uniform now, "before the game begins, check out the crowd. I've gotta say, you've got some major fans!"
The contestants looked up in the stands, holding up huge, handmade banners.
"GWEN, WE LOVE YOU! WIN FOR ALL GOTHS!"
"BETH, KICK THEIR BUTTS! WE BELIEVE IN YOU!"
"MIZZ IZZY, YOU MAKE US DIZZY!"
"TYLER, HIT A HOME RUN (crossed out) A TOUCHDOWN (crossed out) A THREE-POINTER (crossed out) A CHECKMATE (crossed out) A GOAL FOR US!"
"GET WELL SOON, HAROLD!"
"GO NOAH, YOU HANDSOME, SARCASTIC DEVIL!"
"EVA, RIP THEM APART, SNAP THEIR LIMBS!"
"CIT: COURTNEY IS TERRIFIC!"
"LEARN TO COOK, CHEF BLAND-CHET!"
"BRIDGETTE, WIN-ETTE!!"
"FROM YOUR IMMENSE FANGIRL CLUB: WE LOVE YOU, CODY!"
"ZEKE, WE GO GEEKY FOR YOU!"
"HEATHER, MAY YOU GET CRUSHED BY SUMO WRESTLERS, YOU BI-"
The queen bee scoffed and looked away. "Dweebs," she muttered.
"The first match is underway... now," Chris shouted, backing off. "Play some Strikers! Go-ooooooooooo!"
Tyler and Courtney bolted towards the metal, striker ball. The red-clad athlete made it there first, and he kicked it as hard as he could. It soared straight up into the air, and came right down... on Tyler's head.
With a wounded squeak, the jock fell down on his back, his fingers and eyes twitching. Gwen sighed and slapped her forehead. Courtney quirked an eyebrow, then began to dribble the ball in front of her.
She darted between Gwen and Cody, the latter elbowed down by Eva. Courtney kicked the metal ball at the goal, nearly missing Ezekiel who ducked, and Izzy (who had been sword fighting herself with two blades of grass until now) managed to catch it.
"Ooo, I gots tha ball," Izzy chirped, then she chucked it forward as hard as she could. Unfortunately, Ezekiel happened to be standing up from his ducking position, and it clanged against the back of his head.
"Mother," he whimpered as he fell down.
"Whoops," Izzy whimpered too.
Courtney kicked the metal ball again, and it whizzed by Izzy's head into the goal. The buzzer rang, the crowd went wild, and Izzy blew a raspberry at the opposing team. The CIT leapt in the air, cheering happily.
Ezekiel got up, then looked around at Izzy with a horrified look. "You are trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"Umm... no?"
(Confession Cam - Zeke, Zeke, looking like the Greeks, see?)
Izzy - "It saddens me that Ezekiel is scared of me. I've always liked him, I liked Zeke before it was popular! It took courage to talk down to women when Eva was on his team, courage! If only I wouldn't stop near-mortally wounding him."
After Cody and eventually Tyler recovered, they took their positions; the red-clad athlete shook his head as he looked at the metal ball in front of him.
"Okay, teams," Chris Maclean shouted, "get ready and... go!"
Tyler pulled his foot back and kicked the striker ball as hard as he could. It shot straight into the air, this time with a sharper curve, and soared behind the Red Team captain. With a very painful clang, it hit Ezekiel on top of the head.
(Confession Cam - Tyler Tyler, kicking towards the sky bar!)
Tyler - \furiously crossing his arms\ "That ball was seriously defective."
"Hooray," Izzy cheered as Ezekiel collapsed, "this time it wasn't me!"
Tyler whimpered, then he was bashed to the side by Eva. The fitness buff ran forward, swatting Gwen aside, then kicked the ball with incredible force. Izzy yelped in fear, then ducked as the metal ball soared over her, and shot a hole through the net.
"Oh my," Izzy whimpered. "This might be harder than I thought."
The ball was placed in the center for a third time, with Tyler in front of it once again. The campers kept glancing up at the air, waiting for another fly ball (something quite rare in football).
"Campers," Chris shouted, "watch the skies... and go!"
Tyler glared at Courtney, then used his heel to kick the metal ball backwards. The ball went flying upwards, not what the jock had planned, and right at Ezekiel's face. With a high-pitched scream, Ezekiel fell to the ground, covering his head and shaking.
Cody managed to stop the ball, then ran forward. He swiftly dodged Beth, maneuvered past Bridgette, then was rammed by Eva. The scrawny tech-geek was thrown against the wall by force, shocked, and fell to the ground.
"Sorry, fangirls," he whimpered.
Eva ran into Gwen, not even slowing down as the goth girl was battered aside. She stepped on Ezekiel, then kicked the metal ball at the goal. Izzy was sword fighting herself with two blades of grass when the ball went into the goal.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she called out. "I was waiting for Ezekiel to cry out in pain, I thought that was the warning signal."
The fourth ball was set out, and before Tyler could even react, Eva smashed him with her shoulder. Walking over him, she also rammed Gwen against the wall, and the goth girl let out a warbling scream before hitting the floor. Cody simply ran away from Eva, and the fitness buff kicked the metal ball into the goal.
Izzy, furious at Eva as the fitness buff turned to appeal to the roaring audience, picked up the metal ball and chucked it at her back. The muscular girl, without even looking back, did a backwards spinning kick and knocked the ball away; it hit Cody in the side, shocking the boy and knocking him down.
(Confession Cam - Izzy Izzy, getting rather frizzy!)
Eva - \grinning\ "Who's bad? I'm bad, that's who! Yeah!"
Izzy - \Her mouth is hanging open, and her eyes are wide in astonishment.\ "Oh crap."
Gwen - \bruised and angry\ "Tyler, why didn't you pick Eva? Why'd you pick yourself, at that rate?"
Courtney - "Well, it's sure satisfying to see that cranky Gwen get smacked around a little. She could use a little humility, she rolls her eyes way too often at people."
Ezekiel - \He is pulling his toque down over his eyes.\ "No moo'r Izzy, eh! She's moo'r scary than C'thulu!"
Cody, Ezekiel, Gwen, and Tyler tried to pull themselves together, but they were still shaken when Chris placed the ball in the middle of the field. "Ready, and go," he shouted.
"No, no go," Cody cried out.
Tyler, furious at losing, ran towards the metal ball and kicked it towards the opposing goal post. Heather, at the other side filing her nails, watched as the ball rolled slowly to her. The queen bee sighed as it rolled to a stop in front of her, then she kicked away from her.
Eva stopped it under her foot, then grinned at the opposing team. Gwen, Cody, Tyler, and Ezekiel exchanged looks.
"Do we run in fear from her, eh?" Ezekiel asked his teammates.
"No, I have one plan...," Tyler said, tapping his head.
"Oh, and what's that?" Gwen snapped.
"DOG PILE!!"
Tyler, Ezekiel, Gwen, and Cody all leapt on top of Eva, and the fitness buff was covered by opposing team members. With a great strain, she tossed them all off her. Ezekiel and Gwen hit the electric wall, and Cody landed on his head. The muscular girl grinned, then charged at the goal.
Izzy snarled and held up her gloved hands, staring Eva down. When the fitness buff kicked the ball, it shot to the other side of the goal and went in. The crowd cheered wildly, and Chris shouted, "The first match goes to Courtney's Crashers, the Green Team!"
The redhead, on her knees after she had dived for the ball, lost her temper again and jumped on Eva's back, shouting in frustration. Even though she was hitting Eva on top of the head with her metal gloved hands, the fitness buff didn't seen to feel her on her.
Apparently she did notice, because eventually pushed Izzy off her back with a single backwards shove. The redhead lay on the grass, stared up at the sky, and said, "Not my best moment, that."
As the Green Team hugged each other and cheered, the Red Team limped back to their side. Noah looked up from his book to see a blackened and furious Gwen, a dizzy and sore Cody, a shaking and twitching Ezekiel, and one very upset Tyler.
(Confession Cam - Noah Noah, would look bad in a feather boa.)
Noah - "And people wonder why I don't play sports."
After discussing it amongst themselves, the two teams picked their new captains for Match 2. They told Chris, who nodded and turned towards the audience.
"The next round will be starting in fifteen minutes," Chris announced. "It's Gwen's Goliaths verses Heather's Hellhounds! And yes, I made up those titles, they are stuck with them!
"Will the Red Team do better this time, or are they going to stand as much chance as a twinkie does against a steam roller?"
(Gwen's Goliaths)
"Well," Gwen said, wiping the soot off of her upper chin, "since I don't want to humiliate myself again in front of eleven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two spectators, Trent, and national TV, I suggest we do something about the Unstoppable Force known as Eva."
"How about a blow dart gun?" Izzy suggested, grinning.
"No, Izzy," the goth captain grumbled. She wiped some more soot off her, shaking it off her black and green clothing.
"Tranquilizer rifle?"
"No, Izzy!"
"Well, I think," Cody said as he brushed soot off himself too, "and this is hard for me to suggest, but maybe we should kick the ball at her as hard as we could."
"I can do that," Tyler declared, raising his hand.
"No no no," Gwen snapped at him, "you are being goalie. At least there, you won't be giving Ezekiel multiple concussions."
"Izzy gave him concussions there too," the jock complained.
"Grenade?" Izzy suggested.
"NO, IZZY!"
Gwen heaved in frustration, and Cody tried massaging her shoulders to help calm her down. Though she at first tried to shrug him off at first, she eventually calmed down. "Okay, look guys, I'm sorry, but we're losing this game against Courtney, Eva, and... Heather! I don't want to lose to those three, especially Heather!"
Ezekiel nodded. "I know we can do this, eh!"
"Go team go," Noah muttered.
Before Noah realized what was happening, Gwen lifted Noah off his seat and against the wall. "You do that halfhearted cheering again, your butt will be off the island once again."
Noah blinked with wide eyes, then frowned at her. "Are you sure you're a goth? I've never known goths to be as angry as you are."
"I know, isn't she wonderful?" Cody remarked, grinning.
He chuckled nervously when Gwen cast him a weirded-out glance, then the goth shrugged. "Look Noah," she continued, "don't you want to impress Katie?"
"By doing something I'm not good at, have rarely ever done, and get my butt handed to me out there with a matrie'd telling me he looks forward to my next visit? No thank you."
Gwen sighed, then looked at her other teammates. "Let's just get them this time!"
Gwen and Heather shook hands at the center of the field, squeezing as hard as possible. Chris looked over at the Red Team, where Izzy, Cody, and Ezekiel were growling and glaring at their opponents. On the Green Team with smug smiles were Bridgette, Beth, and Eva, wriggling their fingers in anticipation.
Courtney looked nonchalant at her goal, as if she prepared no action her way. Tyler was taking a battle position, his body getting stiff from how tight he had his muscles clenched.
"Heather's Hellhounds, Gwen's Goliaths... get ready...," Chris hummed, "AND GO!"
The crowd bellowed in excitement, as this was the rivalry that everyone loved: Heather against Gwen. The goth girl reached the ball first, shoving Heather to the ground violently. She turned around and kicked the ball to Izzy.
The redhead watched as Eva bolted towards her, and the crazy girl got a crazy grin. She waited until she saw the whites in Eva's eyes, then let loose a powerful kick. The electric, metal ball hit the muscular girl in the stomach, and the girl fell to her knees, gasping for air.
"Gonna... kill you... Izzy...," she strained, glaring up at the one who struck her.
"Ha! How's it feel, woman?" the redhead cackled, pointing at her. "How's it fee-"
She was rammed to the side by a full-body tackle from Beth. "Thorry, Iththy," she shouted.
The farm girl was knocked away by the farm boy Ezekiel. "Sorry, Beth," he apologized to her too, then headed for the goal.
"You got a clear shot, dude," Tyler yelled at him from the other side of the field. "Shoot for it!!"
Heather glared at Tyler from afar, then at Ezekiel. "Not on my watch," the queen bee snarled, then dashed towards the prairie boy.
Ezekiel didn't notice Heather coming at him, all he knew was that he didn't want to let his friends and teammates down. So he pulled back his foot, and kicked the metal ball as hard as he could up at the top of the goal.
It slammed against Heather's forehead, laying her out flat on the field.
"Oh great googa mooga," Ezekiel shouted in terror as the crowd cheered their approval, "what have I done?!"
He ran over to Heather and gripped her shoulders. Pressing his ear against her chest, he desperately listened for a heartbeat.
"Stop checking to see if she's dead and help," Gwen shouted, passing by Ezekiel with the ball at her feet.
Heather let out a high-pitched squeal and pointed straight up. "Look momzie," she chirped, "birds! Birds go flying around my head, as do stars!"
"I can't leave her like this, eh," the prairie boy shouted, "she's got birds in the attic and stars in her eyes!"
Gwen kicked a shot at the goal, but Courtney managed to catch it. The CIT chucked the ball back out, and it rolled right to fully-recovered Eva.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Cody shouted in terror, then ran when Eva looked at him.
"How does she recover that fast?" Tyler grumbled. "She's like the Bionic Woman, the Iron Woman, the Indestructible Object!"
Eva bolted towards the goal, then launched a mighty kick at it. Tyler managed to catch it, surprising everyone (including himself).
"Yeah," he cheered, putting the ball on the ground, "that's how I roll!"
He pulled his foot back and kicked the ball, which went straight over Tyler's head and bounced into the goal.
"Um... does that count?" Tyler asked sheepishly.
"I'm afraid so," Chris said, pointing to the score board. The Green Team gained the first point for the second match.
"AW, COME ON," the red-clad goalie shouted, furiously kicking the ball. "What's wrong with this thing?"
"Doesn't do that when I kick it, dork," Eva replied, shoving Tyler to the ground as she went to retrieve the ball.
(Confession Cam - Eva Eva, nothing up her sleeve'a!)
Eva - "The Red Team is full of wimps. Well, maybe Gwen isn't a wimp, but a striker game isn't her thing. It's just too bad I gotta humiliate her in front of eleven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two spectators, Trent, and national TV."
Beth - "Thith looks easthy... too easthy. Eva cannot carry thith team for tho long..."
Heather - \wobbling back and forth, giggling\ "Look, birds in the outhouse!" \She cackles, then falls down on the outhouse's floor.\
The second match was rather painful for both sides. Izzy and Eva were at odds, with both of them trying to hit each other with the ball more than the goals. Izzy had bruises on her legs, left shoulder, and her left temple, while Eva also them on her legs, a bruised stomach, and forehead.
Gwen, Izzy, and Ezekiel were smacked by the ball and into the electric wall by Eva (and sometimes by an overanxious Izzy). Bridgette and Beth were trying their hardest to help their team, but Eva was so into the game that she rammed her teammates a couple times when they had the ball.
Goal two for the Green Team came with a painful ricochet off of Ezekiel's head and into the goal. Goal three and four were done by Eva, knocking Tyler into the goal both times as well. Gwen managed to score a goal, as she darted between the Green Team, clothes lining Heather in the process.
The fifth and final goal was done by Beth, who had no trouble scoring a goal when Tyler was lying on the ground in pain.
"Heather's Hellhounds win the second match," Chris Maclean announced. The crowd went wild again, and the Green Team waved to their pleased fans.
"And the best part of it all is," the handsome host declared, "we have two players down! Now this is a real challenge!"
(Green Team)
Courtney and Eva carried Heather off the field, as the queen bee giggled like a drunk and pointed up at the sky. "More birdies! I wuv birdies, don't you?"
Eva tossed the giggling girl onto the bench. "Well, this is just great," she grumbled. "She's further away than the planet that's not a planet anymore."
"Hey now," Beth said, crossing her arms, "that'sth not nice."
"You're standing up for Heather, Beth?" Harold asked, looking startled.
"No, Pluto! It ith tho sthtill a planet!"
"You go, girl," Bridgette declared, high-fiving Beth. "No scientist tells us what we can consider a planet or not!"
"Will you two knock it off?" Eva barked. "We have to think of something now that Heather's a babbling brook!"
"Eva, I'm leader here still," Courtney remarked, jabbing her thumb at her chest, "and-"
The fitness buff cut her off with an extra-sharp glare. "And a lot of good you've done, picking the gimp for your team."
Courtney glared right back at her. "Don't call Harold that."
"But he is! He cannot even stand, how is he going to help us win this challenge?"
"I can stand," Harold spoke up. He slowly, very slowly, began to stand up. His legs shook, like if he was using them for the first time. He managed to stand for a few seconds before he tipped over. Courtney and Bridgette grabbed him, and helped him sit down.
"Please don't strain yourself, Harold," Courtney told him. "We can handle this."
"It's all good, I am not so good at sports."
"True. But at least you could dodge anything they kick at you."
Beth cleared her throat, trying to cut in. "Tho... if I have this right, we're going to have four people on our team?"
"Just because Heather is loopy doesn't mean she cannot be out there to be a distraction."
The queen bee was now under the bench, looking up at the bottom of it. "Lookie lookie, gum! Gum under the bench! Can I eats it?"
Eva blinked, then slapped her forehead. "... Or not. Man, with four people, we are going to get whipped."
(Red Team)
"We are gonna get whipped so bad," Cody whimpered, holding his legs up to his chest. "Eva's a monster! She's not human, NOT HUM-"
Gwen slapped him across the face. He blinked, then shook his head. "Thanks, Gwen, I needed that."
"Any time, Cody." "You slap him an awful lot, you know that?" Noah remarked, not looking up from his book. "Is that your way of showing affection to your biggest fan?"
Gwen took a deep breath, then suddenly smirked. "Well, Noah, you can make all the smart remarks you want... on the field."
Now Noah looked up from his book, quite startled. "What? No! Sports-"
"... Are going to be your thing," the goth continued. "You gotta, because Tyler is taking a little break."
She jerked her thumb at Tyler, who was lying on the bench. The jock was moaning in pain, with bruises all over his body. "Damn it," he whimpered. "Maybe mom was right. Maybe I'm not cut out for sports!"
Ezekiel patted his friend's shoulder. "Doo'nt put yourself down, eh. This strikers game is really hard, and we have Eva against us."
"We're gonna have to form a plan if we want any chance of winning," Gwen said, crossing her arms.
"Look, this is really not my thing," Noah grumbled as he, grudgingly, put on the metal boots. "How many times to do I have to say this?"
"We've got this made, Noah," Izzy shouted, looking more excited than ever. "Harold cannot stand, Heather is in goo-goo land because Ezekiel almost smashed her skull..."
As Ezekiel blushed and scratched the back of his head, Izzy punched her palm as her eyes narrowed, cunningly. "And I... have a plan."
"So what is Izzy's plan? Does it involve dynamite? Is it even going to be legal?"
"Which team is going to win this: the Red Team or the Green Team? And whoever wins, who's going to get voted off?"
"And just how did Chris get a stadium built on the island? How'd he fit that in the budget? And is he going to get sued for this one?"
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Part 2, Match 3 coming up soon!
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In case you're not getting it, the challenge is based of Super Mario Strikers Charged, which is American soccer but much, much more painful and cool. If I get any of the rules or sayings of football / soccer wrong, then I'd like to say, "There are no rules, ha ha ha."
Red Team - Tyler, Ezekiel, Gwen, Cody, Izzy, Noah
Green Team - Courtney, Eva, Harold, Bridgette, Beth, Heather