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To Everybody - Most days will, mostly likely, be only two parts from now on. With so many fewer campers to write about, and the challenges getting a bit more simple, it's time I shorten it a bit. The chapters will most likely be longer, so you'll still get a healthy dose of TDC.
And MAN, did I make a lot of errors in this one! Thanks to everyone who pointed them out to me!
And now, without further stalling, on with the show!!
Chapter 34 (Day 11, Part 2) - And It's A GO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOAL!
"And we're back," Chris Maclean shouted through his bullhorn, "back to more action and more violence!"
"What does he mean, 'we're back'?" Noah grumbled to himself as the crowd cheered. "We never went anywhere."
The bookworm was frustrated, mostly because he was now out there on the field, wearing metal boots. Gwen had to push him over to the goalie box, as the know-it-all began listening every bone in the human body that he could recall, because he was sure they were all going to be broken.
As the bookworm continued to rant to himself at the goalie post, Izzy looked at her troops: Ezekiel, Gwen, and Cody. She grinned happily at them, but Ezekiel, who had an ice pack under his toque, flinched at the sight of her looking at him, and covered his head.
"Is he going to be like this all day?" Izzy asked aloud.
"You have caused him a great deal of traumatization," Gwen said.
"And pain too," Cody added.
"A little pain never did anyone harm," the redhead replied with a giggle.
On the other side, Beth looked at her teammates. Courtney and Eva looked ready but slightly nervous. Bridgette, at the goalie post, waved at Beth and shouted, "We can do this! Heather was just slowing us down anyway!"
"That'sth right," Beth yelled back. "Courtney, Eva, are you ready to rock?"
"And roll," Eva said, punching her palm, "all over them."
Chris Maclean walked over to the center of the field. "Okay, you two teams, I want a mean, dirty fight. For this could be the final match, and it's Izzy's Infantrymen verses Beth's Brutalizers! Are you ready?"
"Yeth," Beth replied, staring Izzy down.
"Roger-rooney," Izzy replied, staring Beth down.
"Then... GO!!"
The moment Chris dropped his arm, Beth and Izzy ran towards the ball. The farm girl would have reached it first, if it wasn't for the bloodcurdling scream that erupted from one of Izzy's teammates. Ezekiel, with a vicious (as humanly possible for Zeke) snarl, was running in her general direction.
The farm girl cried out and covered her head, which was not necessary as Ezekiel ran right past her. Eva watched with growing eyes as the prairie boy leapt through the air and right on her, pinning her down.
"Ow! Get off me, you twerp," Eva shouted, struggling with him. It should have been easy for the fitness buff to throw scrawny Ezekiel off her, but Izzy had told him a few ways to really put up a struggle (no one wanted to know how she knew these things).
As the wrestling match between the two continued, Izzy zipped by Courtney and Beth, then kicked the ball at the goal. Bridgette missed it because she tripped over her metal boots, and Izzy's team scored one.
"Yes," Owen cheered louder than everyone. "That's my girl! That's my crazy redhead!"
"Not bad," DJ said. "Though I cannot imagine Eva's going to forgive Zeke any time soon."
No sooner had DJ uttered those words, there was an arching scream as Ezekiel was thrown up into the air. He sailed above the electric wall, and landed in the bleachers, right in DJ's lap.
"Boy, she didn't want that, eh," he commented. He then looked up at the person who's lap he was in. "Oh thank you, my big, strong hero."
"Anytime, Zeke."
(Confession Cam - Up up and away!)
Ezekiel - \covering his face in shame\ "I am never, ever going to live any of this doo'wn."
Chris Maclean blew a whistle, starting up the game again. Izzy, cackling like a madwoman, knocked over Beth in her attempts to get the ball. She also managed to clothesline Courtney and Eva in one go, and scored a second point.
"I'm your worst nightmare, you hear me?" she bellowed, raising her hands up in the air. "For I am Izzy, Goddess of the Striker Field! Bow before me, mortals, BOW DOWN!!"
"She's getting a little too into that," Gwen said to Cody. The tech-geek nodded, but he was smiling and marveling how Izzy strutted.
The third goal was done much in the same sense as the last two. Izzy knocked over Beth and Courtney, Cody and Gwen dog piled Eva (where the tech-geek gave her a wet willie), and Ezekiel was ordered to tackle Bridgette.
"Soo'ry a'boot this, Bridgette," he shouted as he pounced on her, distracting her long enough for Izzy to score.
"That was part of the plan, wasn't it, Zeke?" Bridgette teased him. He turned bright red and ran away.
The fourth and fifth goals came fast, as the Red Team were pouncing, tackling, and ramming any of the players, whether or not they got in the way. When the final goal was scored and the crowd went wild, the Green Team was covered in bruises and grass stains.
(Green Team)
"Well, that was about as much fun as a physical," Courtney muttered as she stomped over to the bullpen. "Why does Chris allow this kind of roughhousing to happen?"
"If you don't know that by now," Eva grumbled, "then what island have you been staying on?"
She angrily shoved Heather off of the bench, and the queen bee continued to try and grab invisible butterflies. Her blow to the head was only slightly improved, since beforehand, she had been trying to grab moths.
"It would be tho much easthier if Heather could play," Beth remarked.
"Or Harold," Eva said with a growl, looking at the nerd's legs. Harold himself looked down at them in shame.
"We cannot allow these things to overcome us," Courtney remarked, shaking a finger at Eva. "There is no one to blame for this."
"Except that you picked Harold."
"Look, knock it off, Eva! We have to work together to beat the other team when we don't have as many players. Why don't you..."
She swallowed hard, then replied, "Why don't you return the violence they showed us, and pulverize them?"
Beth gasped. "You want Eva to beat them up?"
"Look, she's not going to seriously hurt them-"
"But she will," Harold pointed out.
"No she won't!"
"Errr, yes I will," Eva admitted.
"Look, knock it off! It won't be that bad, just smack them around, we score five goals, we win! It's as simple as that, quit being a bunch of... dunderheads!"
" 'Dunderheads'?" Beth repeated, giggling.
(Confession Cam - Full of dunderheads.)
Courtney - "I should have been more cautious when picking my teammates! I needed a bunch of bloodthirsty monsters, more like Eva! I should've picked Izzy, because her insanity would have been on my side then. And if she had taken a ball to the head, she wouldn't be different in any way."
Izzy - \giggling madly\ "This is so much fun! I love smacking around those dunderheads!"
(Red Team)
"Well Noah, doo'nt you feel silly, getting so uptight about going 'oot there, eh?" Ezekiel asked his teammate, smiling.
"Don't patronize me," he replied, crossing his arms. "I know what's next: you want me to be one of the teammates out there, around on the field.
"Kicking...," his left eye began to twitch, "and... and... running! I'm not meant for such physical tasks!"
"Yes, Noah, we all know how much you loathe to even stand up," Gwen replied, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, I don't know why you act like this, you're begging to be voted off. Again."
"That'd be rewarding bad behavior, since we're sending him to Katie," Izzy remarked, giggling.
"Whatever," Noah replied, turning slightly red and looking away. "So, Lady Canada of Insanity, what's the plan this time?"
The redhead put her face right into his, her crazy grin never leaving her face. "It involves you."
Noah stared back, eyes wide. He swallowed and whimpered, "Oh Lord, I'm gonna die, aren't I?"
"It's possible, but it's a risk Izzy is willing to take."
"Thank you so much. You feeling that confident gives me peace of mind."
"Here we go again, ladies and gentlemen," Chris shouted to the audience. "At match four, we have Ezekiel's Eradicators verses Eva's Evisceraters! Will this end the game of strikers, or will we be going for the traditional fifth match?"
Eva growled at Ezekiel as Chris talked, doing every single threatening gesture known to man: slicing a finger across her neck, stomping down hard and smearing something invisible under her foot, punching her palm, cracking her knuckles, making clawing motions at her eyes and squeezing her fists (actually, this wasn't known to most people, but with Eva doing it, it was quite threatening).
Gwen, at the Red Team goal post, wiped away a bead of sweat from her forehead. "If this doesn't work...," she whispered to herself.
Beth stood at the goal post of the Green Team, keeping her fingers crossed on one hand and muttering quiet prayers. "Pleathe don't let anyone die on thith field... or sthuffer stherious injuries. Or any disfigurement. In fact, I know I'm being picky, but if thith could be as painleth ath pothible... that'd be really generousth."
"Now, people," Chris Maclean shouted, "get ready and... GO!"
No sooner had he let out these words than the two most psychotic people on the field sprang into action. Eva bolted for the metal ball, her glare never leaving Ezekiel. "You're dead, home sch-"
"HUMAN CANNONBALL," Izzy roared.
She proceeded to pick Noah up and threw him at Eva.
"This is such," Noah wailed, "a bad idea-aaaaaaah!"
Screaming and thrashing, he hit Eva like a non-explosive missile. The two lay on the ground, dazed and weirded out.
Izzy, Cody, and Ezekiel continued to pass the ball around, kicking it past Bridgette and Courtney. The game raged on, with passes being stolen, insults flying, and full-body tackles. All of them were, at one point or another, electri-fried by the wall or the ball, but they carried on.
And in the VIP part of the stands, their friends continued to cheer them on.
"Go Gwen's team," Trent shouted, cupping his mouth with his hands, "give 'em hell!"
"Oh ow, Zeke just took another blow to the head by that ball," Leshawna remarked. "I doubt he can stand much more of that; you know, he's becoming a lot like you, Trent."
"Say what?"
"C'mon, man, you take a lot of damage. During the first season, you were like a white punching bag."
"I don't think I'm that accident-prone, Lesh-"
He was hit in the head by an metal, airborne, striker ball. As Leshawna tried to inspect the wound, Eva angrily shouted from down on the field, "Give us back the ball so we can play, dickweeds!"
(Confession Cam - Dunderheads are go!)
Ezekiel - "Eva has a lot of anger issues, eh. Scary."
Cody - "Girls are so hot when they're aggressive, don't you agree? Like when Gwen gets serious, her face gets cutely scrunched up, she narrows her piercing eyes, she does that cute hissing sound..."
\He stops, looking startled at what he just said.\ "Oh. Oh dear. Can you delete that so Trent and Gwen don't see it?"
Eva had trouble concentrating when Cody and Ezekiel kept trying to knock her into the electric wall. Ezekiel was the one doing the knocking, though, because Cody's tiny frame was only able to notify Eva of his presence when he tackled her.
Izzy was not showing any mercy. She kept trampling Courtney and Bridgette, leaving boot treads on the two girls. Ezekiel was trying to be as tough, but he didn't sound quite so threatening when he was always shouting, "Soo'ry a'boot this," "This may hurt a little, eh," and "I gonna trample you... please?"
Izzy managed to score three times in-between her violent tackles. The fourth goal for her team was actually when she left the ball to go pounce Eva, and Noah was the nearest one.
"No... I don't believe in kicking balls," Noah replied, staring at the ball with wide eyes. "You know, golden rule and all, don't want it to happen to me-"
"Shoot the damn goal," Izzy, on Eva's back, yelled at him.
With an annoyed sigh, Noah propped his foot back and kicked the ball as hard as he could. Beth leapt to catch it but missed; the ball bounced into the goal.
Chris boggled at the situation in front of him as the audience cheered. "Noah scored?" he said to himself, scratching his head. "Errr, I mean...," he held the megaphone up to his mouth, "Noah has scored the fourth point for the Ezekiel's Eradicators!"
Harold, in the Green Team's bullpen, was wringing his hands nervously. "If this keeps up," he muttered to himself, "we may lose!"
" 'Loose'?" Heather repeated, lying face-down on the bench (quite literally face-down, her face was on the bench). "People call me loose at school, that's so mean."
"Really, Heather?" Harold asked, looking at her.
"I love cardboard," she added.
The nerd rolled his eyes. "Well, if you're not able to recover, I guess... it's up to me."
As Harold struggled to stand up, the battle raged on on the field. Bridgette and Ezekiel were covered in bruises, Izzy's hair was standing up on its own, and Eva looked more exhausted than any of them.
The crazy redhead and the fitness buff glared at each other, electric-charred and heaving for air. With battle roars, they charged at each other, banged heads, and fell to the ground.
"This game...," Izzy whimpered, "rules."
"Most fun...," Eva moaned, "I've ever had."
Bridgette and Courtney saw their leader lying on the ground, and realized they were in trouble. Courtney was pounced by Cody (which really made Duncan mad), and Bridgette was spun around when one of Ezekiel's halfhearted tackles hit her on the side. Noah, really getting into the game, got the soccer ball at his feet, and dribbled up to the goal.
Beth looked at that metal ball, the wicked grin on Noah's face, then screamed and covered her head. "Alright alright, just don't hit me!"
With a wild cry, he kicked the ball into the goal. The crowd went wild, and Noah pumped his fists up in the air and cheered back at them. "Katie baby," he shouted to the VIP box, "that one's for you!"
"You kicked a metal ball into a goal for me?" Katie called back, her eyes aflutter. "You really do like me! Oh Noah..."
She swooned and collapsed in Sadie's lap, sighing happily. "I love that guy."
"The Red Team of the Ezekiel's Eradicators have won their second game," Chris Maclean announced. "It's come down to the wire, so let's see who gets their cord yanked from the socket, and who's charged for victory.
(Confession Cam - ... Wha?)
Gwen - "That was the worst analogy I've ever heard."
Noah - \grinning\ "Oh wow, I LOVE this! I think I could get into sports more so!" \He looks around, then at the book he is holding in his lap.\ "Oh... um... maybe next week."
(Green Team)
Courtney rubbed her sore head. "I cannot take much more of this," she complained. "They're just beating us up so they can win this."
Eva moaned, shoved Heather off the bench, and laid down on it. "I'm not going back out there," she muttered. "I hurt all over, every muscle is sore..."
"Eva, we don't have anyone to replace you," Courtney shouted.
"... nerves are frayed, temples are pounding..."
"We gotta win thith one, and it's not like they're in perfect shape either," Beth replied.
"... splitting headache, electric burns..."
"How is Heather?" Courtney asked her teammates.
"Loopy, stupid, non responsive, and not fit to play the game," Harold replied.
"Gee, how'sth that different than any other time?" Beth joked.
"... achy knees, stomach hurts, butt's real sore..."
Courtney looked ready to tear out her hair. "Stop talking, everyone! For the love of everyone good and holy, we need to win this! Now who's going out there?"
"... legs like lead, throbbing corns..."
"Eva, stop that," Courtney cried out. "If you really need a break, be goalie!"
"Oh right," the fitness buff muttered. "I'm going to be goalie while you frail beings are going to try to shoot goals."
"Now that'sth harsh," Beth replied, staring down at her metal boots.
"Well, c'mon, there aren't even four of you like there should be."
Bridgette waved her hand in front of Heather's face; the queen bee giggled and tried to grab it. "I'm pretty sure we could use Heather as... I dunno, we could lie her on the field and hope they trip over her."
"No, wait." Harold startled everyone as he slowly got up on his feet. Holding himself up on his knees, he managed to straighten himself up. "I... I can stand."
"Oh my," Bridgette said, her hand on Harold's shoulder. "Are you sure you can do this?"
"Yes," he hissed, pumping his fist. "It's time for me to make my comeback! A total drama comeback!"
"Harold...," Courtney started, then patted his other shoulder, "I have faith in you. You want to lead this?"
"Yes! Woohoo!"
(Red Team)
Gwen collapsed on the bench, taking deep breaths. "Guys, I've have my fill."
"How bad could it be?" Noah asked, still grinning happily.
The goth girl scowled at him, then parted her hair above her right temple. She had a bloody bump there, which looked so painful that the others' heads hurt.
"Ouch," Cody remarked. He got an ice pack and handed it to her. The goth reached out for it, but her shoulder throbbed too much.
"I'm gonna regret asking this," she muttered, "but can you apply it to my wound?"
Cody smiled, unfazed, slowly put the ice pack to her wound. She hissed at first, then moaned in appreciation. "I hate these challenges."
"I love them now," Noah shouted, pumping his fists into the air. "I can really get behind this game!"
"If this is an act, you're a better actor than I thought you were," Tyler replied, then shrugged. "But I hear you, man."
The jock and the bookworm high-fived, a sight most people live a lifetime never seeing. Tyler grinned at his teammates and said, "Guys, I'm ready to get back into the game."
Izzy and Gwen looked at him dubiously. "You want to play the game again?" Izzy asked, quirking an eyebrow. "You face-plant more often than a Mr. Potato Head with unsteady feet."
Gwen took a second to stare at Izzy before continuing. "Tyler, I hate to be too rude, but you're not exactly the best at this game, unless you face away from our opponent's goal post and kick the ball as hard as you can."
The jock ran a finger underneath his headband. "Guys, I assure you, I'm more than ready."
"Give Tyler a chance, eh," Ezekiel cried out, patting his friend's shoulder. "He's the jock, he can win this for us!"
"And I'll be out there too," Izzy shouted, punching up at the air.
"Tyler and Izzy on the field at once, both eager to fight," Noah remarked. "Like having the Tasmanian Devil and Inspector Clouseu in a china shop."
"So, Cody," Gwen said as she managed to hold the ice pack to her head herself, "are you going to lead the troops this time?"
"I was hoping to do that," Noah spoke up.
"You want to take the responsibility of our loss if we do lose?"
"On second thought, Cody seems more fit for leadership.
"It's time for Cody's Cyborgs to take on Harold's Hunters," Chris declared.
"Those names aren't actually that bad," Gwen remarked, sitting on the bench in the bullpen. "Maybe when running out of dumb names, he actually came up with some good ones."
"People," Chris continued to shout out to the audience, "all eleven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two of you, I want to you to start cheering for your favorite camper on the field!
"Ready... and GO!"
And boy, did the crowd cheer. It was almost deafening to the campers, but their hearts swelled as they heard the cheers for themselves.
"Cody, Cody, robot man! Reprogram them and kick their can!"
"Tyler, Tyler, he's our jock! You will win, because you rock!"
"Izzy, Izzy, crazy girl! Kick 'em in the gut, and make them hurl!"
"Noah, Noah, you're so sly! Give 'em heck, and make them cry!"
"Zeke, Zeke, Ezekiel! Make them know true pain feels!"
"Harold, Harold, you're awesome! Beat them until they're black and numb!"
"Courtney, Courtney, you're our gal! Make them all throw in the towel!"
"Bridgette, Bridgette, you're so fine! Tonight, in hell, your foes will dine!"
"Go Beth, go Beth, you're the best! They're going down just like the rest!"
"Eva, Eva, make the switch! You're better than that Heather bi-"
The campers waved up at the crowd before returning glares. Chris Maclean clapped his hands, then said to them, "Now let's get this party started, rocking, booming, and movin'! It's time to... GO!!"
Cody and Harold hurried to the ball, the tech-geek making it to the ball first. He kicked the ball, barely missing Harold. Charging through the defenders, the red-suited jock made it through them and approached the goal post.
Eva was glaring at him, hands up and ready to catch the ball. Tyler glared back, then his face fell. Turning around so that his back was facing Eva, he let out a battle cry and kicked the ball as hard as he could. The striker ball soared over his head, backwards, and fell right on Eva's head. The fitness buff moaned and fell down as the ball rolled into the goal.
As the game continued on, the campers were seriously putting the hurt on each other. Teenagers were knocked around, the ball struck them, they were rammed against the electric wall, and unchecked tackles were more common than in... any sport.
"Ow, gosh," Harold muttered as he struggled to get up. "Izzy sure puts a lot of heart in her tackles, doesn't she?"
Said Izzy was tackling Cody now, because she was on a roll.
Bridgette managed to score a goal against Ezekiel after her third attempt, then Courtney scored a second goal. Tyler managed to score two more goals (the second goal was only because Eva was recovering from the first, but the third goal was rather impressive).
Harold narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the scoreboard, two to three. He knocked Cody down (the only person scrawny enough to be knocked down by Harold), and took the ball down to the Red Team's goalie post.
Striking a couple ninja poses, he let out a wheezing battle cry and kicked the ball. Ezekiel started for it, but Bridgette tackled him. The buzzer rang as the nerd cheered and high-fived his teammates.
"Turnaround's fair play, Zeke," Bridgette whispered to Ezekiel, giggling as she stood up.
"Ayup yup," he replied as he stood up too. "Although," he thought to himself, "having you pounce me is much nicer, eh."
Harold managed to score a fourth goal too, psyching out Ezekiel by feigning a right kick but delivering a left one to the other side of the goal. Cody scored a goal for the Red Team, leaving a sputtering-mad Eva.
"It's now sudden death," Chris announced. "The team that scores a goal wins it all! GO!"
No punches were pulled now, if they were before. Noah dribbled the ball before being rammed to the side by Courtney. She kicked the ball at Cody, catching him in the gut. As he fell down, Izzy took the ball and headed for the green goal. A pass to Tyler was intercepted by Bridgette, who was rammed against the wall by Noah.
"I love this violence," Chris cheered. "Seeing these guys beat the crap out of each other, what more could anyone ask for?"
Izzy kicked the ball hard, but it didn't go the way she had planned. It struck Chris in the noggin, and the handsome host went down like a sack of handsome potatoes. The crowd went wild.
"Nice kick, Iththy," Beth called out as she dribbled the ball. She accidentally kicked it too hard, and it went out-of-bounds.
"Penalty kick," Chef announced, since Chris was still woozy. "Tyler, you kick this one."
The jock grinned as the ball was placed in front of him, and he kicked it as hard as he could. So hard, in fact, that the striker ball soared over the electric wall, and nearly hit the people in the audience, namely the ex-campers. Lindsay and Owen had to leap out of the way to avoid being struck by it.
"Penalty kick for the other team now," Chef shouted, rolling his eyes.
"Oh for the love of Pete," Gwen shouted, on her feet at the bullpen. "Tyler, can't you just kick it normally?"
"I don't do anything halfhearted," Tyler replied, though he looked ashamed.
"You almost brained your girlfriend with a flying, metal ball, I'd say you need to contain yourself a little," the goth replied, then muttered to herself, "though there is not much to brain in Lindsay."
Courtney kicked the penalty kick, sending the ball close to the red goal. She charged at it, but was rammed to the side by Noah.
"Mine now, Ms. CIT," he replied as he headed in the opposite direction. He was pushed to the side a few feet later by Beth. Izzy rammed Beth out of the way before the farm girl could react, and then Izzy was knocked into the electric wall by Harold, head first.
"Ohhh wo-oooooooooow," she screamed in enjoyment, then fell down giggling. She threw herself at the wall again, as a great deal of the audience watched her in horror.
"Like watch a car crash," Leshawna muttered. "Well, one that's crashin' over and over again."
"And yet," Justin said, "you still cannot look away."
"Hard to see your ex beat herself up like that, huh Mr. Model?" Duncan asked, elbowing Justin.
"How many times do I have to tell you guys that we never dated? I have no idea why she said that!"
Izzy managed to repress her desire to throw herself on the wall a third time, mostly because she was so jolted that she could barely think straight. "Wha... what's going on?" she muttered in-between giggles.
Harold had the ball at the moment, but Cody stole as he quickly dashed by the taller nerd. However, Tyler was rearing up for a mighty tackle just then, and rammed Cody with all his force. The tech-geek was sent sprawling, bouncing against the field, then collapsed in a heap.
"Whoops," Tyler muttered, staring in horror at his fallen teammate. "Sorry, Cody!"
Izzy, dazed and crazed, merely saw tackling going on, and pushed Tyler out of the way. She saw the nearby goal, and reared her foot up.
"For...," she hissed, her trademark grin spreading across her face, "THE GREAT POWERS ABOVE, AND FOR PIZZA!"
She kicked the ball as hard as she could, right at the goalie even. It hit the goalie right in the chest, sending the poor being into the net. Said net ripped off of the hooks, and tangled up the unfortunate camper.
"Yes," Izzy shouted, pumping her fists into the air. "I scored! We win!"
"Except for one thing," Tyler said, glaring at her as he stood up. "That was our goal!"
Izzy blinked, then looked over at the goal. Ezekiel was lying in a crumpled mess underneath the net, the striker ball next to him. He moaned up to the sky and whimpered, "Why me, eh?"
"Oh," Izzy managed to say, then added, "Whoops."
"THE GREEN TEAM WINS," Chris shouted, and the crowd erupted in a standing ovation. "Though it wasn't exactly the type of win a team aims for, a win is a win, and the Green Team wins!"
The six members of the Green Team, even Heather, were on the field appealing to the audience with waves, blowing kisses, and cheering back. Geoff, Duncan, and Leshawna were cheering loudest of everyone.
"We did it, we actually managed to do it," Courtney exclaimed. She suddenly grabbed Harold and hugged him. "You somehow always manage to come through, you know that?"
"I try," he replied, grinning.
Eva and Beth hugged in their merriment, and Bridgette blew a kiss to Geoff. Heather pumped her fists in the air, then fell over backwards and stared at the very interesting grass.
The Red Team was definitely not as happy. "Well, way to go, you two," Noah snapped, looking at Tyler and Izzy. "You both really blew it today, you know that? Is there a sports almanac for the worst plays ever?"
"Hey now," Tyler started, "that's going too far-"
"Actually, I think there is," Izzy replied, smiling despite it all. "My cousin Louis is in it, because during a bowling tournament, he managed to break his bowling ball! On the pins! In the alley next to him!"
Noah's eye twitched. "Save it, Izzy."
"You know, speaking of broken, I'd better make sure Zeke is okay," she said, walking over to the collapsed mess known as Ezekiel. "Hey, Zeke? Are you okay?"
The prairie boy managed to open his eyes, despite the pain. When he saw Izzy looking over him, he screamed.
"GET AWAY FROM ME," he yelled, somehow managing to get to his feet and running. The net stayed draped over his body, and it snagged Izzy's foot. He dragged Izzy along as he ran in a panic away from her.
"I just wanna apologize, darn it," she shouted.
"Wow," Noah commented as he watched this. "What a drag."
Gwen sighed and smacked her forehead. "Noah, don't make me vote for you over puns like that."
"And that," Chris shouted to the crowd, "is the end of Super Wawanakwa Strikers Charged! Glad to have you all here! Tune in to your local TV station to find out who gets voted off tonight!"
The crowd didn't like the idea of waiting. Booing and jeering overtook the stadium, and chants "Vote now," began.
(Confession Cam - Vote now, or forever hold your peace.)
Harold - "Gosh. It was like something out of Episode I, with the Senate yelling out, 'Vote now' because of a vote of No Confidence in the Supreme Chancellor. And you know..." \he grins wickedly\ "I'd love to give that vote to Chris Maclean. Bet he's a Sith Lord in disguise too, wouldn't surprise me one bit."
"Okay okay, people," Chris Maclean shouted in his megaphone. "You all want it so bad, we'll be holding the marshmallow ceremony here! TONIGHT!"
The crowd erupted in cheers again, while the losing team looked horrified. No, scratch that, they looked more than horrified, that was an understatement. New words of horror had to be created to describe their looks.
"You want us to vote for a camper?" Cody shouted, scarified. "NOW?"
"In front of all these people?!" Tyler yelled, horrithunderstrucked.
"In front of eleven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two people?" Noah pointed out, petrifiworried.
"You can't ask us to do that, eh," Ezekiel exclaimed, fridaunted. "Do you knoo' how humiliating that would be for the loser?"
"Indeed," Chris replied, wiggling his eyebrows. "The sun is waning, the bonfire will be set up! It's time to vote off the next unfortunate soul, off of Total Drama Comeback!"
The crowd cheered, as the six members of the Red Team nervously.
(Confession Cam - \Answer unclear, ask again later.\)
Heather - \holding an ice pack to her head\ "Oh... wow, that really stings. Well, I wish there was some way to have Gwen voted off like this. It's what she so richly deserves. But hey, if it's the prairie twerp who did this to my head, or that psycho hose-beast, I'm okay."
Gwen - "Man, this kind of humiliation... I'd only wish it on Heather. Or Chris Maclean. Makes me feel rotten... but I just to put that away, and vote for whom I'd vote for regardless."
Ezekiel - \clasps his hands in front of him\ "Izzy Izzy Izzy, please o' please o' please... I'll never ask for anything else again, ever!"
Cody - "I'd like to think this game doesn't count as far as who I'd vote for, so I'll take into consideration other things. Like who's a good person, who'd make a good ally, who's hot..." \His eyes go wide again.\ "Gah! Well... c'mon, everyone knows I think Gwen is hot. That's no secret."
Noah - "Yeah, regardless that Izzy scored the opposing team's final point, I still gotta go for Tyler. I think half the time I was tackled or hit by the ball, it was by him. And I'd hate to have been sent home in a casket, death by friendly fire."
Tyler - "Man... if I get voted off here, in front of all these sports fans... I'm quitting sports. Nothing could remove that kind of mental scar."
Izzy - "If I get voted off, I'm holding Chris Maclean responsible! And I'll bring about a vengeful revenge so hideous, so twisted, so sick that for years afterwards I'll be muttering to myself, 'I cannot believe I did that'! Grrrr!"
A large bonfire had been created in the middle of the striker field. Tyler was almost in tears at the sight of it.
"A roaring fire on a sports field," he said, choked up in sorrow. "That's so wrong... I cannot believe he desecrated the sport field like that."
"My cousin Louis set the alleyway that he broke his bowling ball in on fire," Izzy said, smiling at Tyler. "But, actually, he set them all on fire because he couldn't remember which one he had been on... or the one he accidentally bowled on. Boy, did he get a large fine for that."
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Chris shouted, holding his megaphone to his mouth with one hand, and holding the plate of marshmallows in the other. "We've got six campers in front of us at this bonfire ceremony, and only five marshmallows! You know what that means!"
There were so many different replies from the audience that it was just one jumble of yelling words. With a chuckle, the handsome host continued. "Exactly! We'll see who's going to be voted off here, then later tonight walk the Dock of Shame, board the Boat of Losers, and isn't coming back..."
"FOREVER!"
The audience managed to yell all this at once, and it shook the six members of the Red Team right down to their shoes. All six, even calm Gwen and wacky Izzy, looked quite unnerved at this.
Up in the VIP seats with the ex-campers were the Green Team members. Bridgette and Geoff stopped kissing after the crowd boomed forever. Harold, sitting next to Leshawna, also stopped paying direct attention to her at the sudden yelling; Duncan and Courtney, however, were making out so fervently that DJ had to pull them apart to get them to watch the marshmallow ceremony.
"Who'sth it going to be?" Beth asked Eva, who shrugged.
"Hopefully prairie boy," Heather grumbled, still holding an ice pack to her head. "He should be humiliated in front of all these people for what he did."
"It's not his fault you have such a thin skull," Eva replied, grinning wickedly at the queen bee.
"And very little up there to damage, which is probably why it wath tho easthy to josthtle around," Beth added. She and Eva exchanged a high-five as Heather seethed at them.
"We have merely six campers," Chris continued to torment his victims as he set the plate down on the oil drum (which also had been delivered on the field, upsetting Tyler almost as much as the fire). "So who will be safe tonight? Tyler, Gwen, Cody, Izzy, Zeke, or Noah?"
The six exchanged glances with each other, not sure how this was going to end, except it would end badly.
"The first marshmallow goes to...," Chris paused, scanned the campers, then his eyes rested on the goth girl.
"Gwen."
The crowd burst into cheering as Gwen caught her marshmallow, and she couldn't help but blush a little. Trent and Leshawna were cheering loudest of all.
"The second marshmallow goes to...," Chris started, and the crowd immediately fell silent. The terrible suspense lasted four seconds, but it felt like hours.
"... Cody!"
The majority of the cheering was high-pitched squeals of delight. As the tech-geek stood up to wave to the audience, he was hit in the face by something soft and white; however, it wasn't a marshmallow. The brunette took it off his face and realized someone had thrown him a bra. Red-faced, he sat back down and tried to hide it; Gwen's sly grin at him didn't help his shame.
"Next one goes to... Zeke!"
The prairie boy pumped his fists into the air, then high-fived Tyler. Claiming his marshmallow, he noticed Heather in the audience, looking rather disappointed. He tried to brush this aside as he went to sit back down next to Tyler.
"Three campers left," Chris declared, looking at Noah, Izzy, and Tyler. "And the next one goes to...
"Noah!"
The egghead nodded to this, then waved at the audience as they cheered. When he saw Katie shrieking in joy in the audience, he blew her a kiss. The thin BFFF swooned and fell back in her seat.
"Now, it's come to two," Chris announced, looking sadistically at the last two.
Tyler was visibly shaking and breathing hard; his arms were crossed tightly, enough to cause pain. Izzy was glaring at Chris something fierce, her fists clenched, her breath coming out in tight hisses.
"The final marshmallow of the night..."
Ezekiel was biting his knuckles, pleading hard for Tyler. Lindsay and Owen, in the audience, were both at the edge of their seats, wide-eyed and shaking. Tyler and Izzy exchanged a quick glance.
"... the final victor in front of eleven thousand, nine hundred and forty-two people... goes to...
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"Izzy."
The redhead gasped, then let out a loud scream of joy as the audience burst into wild cheering too. Grabbing her marshmallow right from Chris's hand, she held it up in joy and laughed.
"I stay, yet again," she cheered.
Tyler collapsed in his seat, his face covered by his hands. His shuddering sobs were evident by his shaking shoulders, and it broke Lindsay and Ezekiel's heart to see him like that.
"Tyler dude," Chris continued, after shaking off the pain from his hand that Izzy had caused, "this is your final game. Too bad, the jock walks off the field."
The brunette athlete barely managed a nod, unable to even look up.
That was enough for Ezekiel. He snatched the megaphone from Chris, hurting the host's other hand in the process. "Hey now," he shouted into it, almost killing the handsome host's ears, "doo'nt be like that, people. Let's hear it for Tyler, who keeps on trying no matter how difficult the odds are, eh!"
"Ow, Zeke, man...," the host complained, but the rest of his sentence was drowned out by the applause and cheering of the audience. Tyler managed to look up after wiping the tears from his eyes, and he got misty-eyed again.
The jock pumped his fists into the air and shouted, "Thank you, fellow sports fans," he yelled, then he seized Ezekiel and hugged him tight. "And thank you, Zeke!"
"Urk," replied his friend. "Can't... breathe... too... affectionate... of a hug!"
(Later that day.)
After the game, late in the evening, Tyler was walking the Dock of Shame with his sports bag slung over his shoulder. He managed to keep a smile as he high-fived Eva, Noah, Bridgette, and Cody.
"Congrats, dudette," he said softly to Izzy, giving her a playful tap on the shoulder. He approached Ezekiel, who was tearing up.
"I owe you so much, eh," the prairie boy sobbed. "I promised myself I woo'dent cry, eh... but... but..."
Tyler seized him for another hug, and Ezekiel was almost suffocated. When the jock let go, the prairie boy took a deep breath and shook himself off.
"Dude, you've got to lighten up on the hugs, eh."
"He never does anything halfhearted," Gwen commented, smiling at Tyler.
The athlete shrugged, then his face lit up as he remembered something. "Oh Zeke man, here," he said as he fished into his pocket, and pulled out his iPod. "I want you to have this for as long as you're on the show."
"Aww, Tyler, you sure?"
"Of course! I'm not gonna get much thrill out of music... or probably anything anymore."
"Doo'nt say that now-"
"But it's probably true. I got voted off the show for failing a sports game! I cannot see," Tyler said with a heavy sigh, "how I can see anything good come of this day."
The Boat of Losers slowly docked, a miserable sight as usual; however, there was someone on the boat that made everything different to Tyler.
"Tyyyyy-ler," squealed Lindsay, smiling at him with sparkling eyes, "I missed yew so-oooooo much! Come here, you big slab of man, you!"
The athlete barely had time to say to Ezekiel, "Forget everything I just said," tossed his iPod to his friend, then bolted to the Boat of Losers. Tossing his bag to the deck of the boat, he took Lindsay in his arms and the two kissed passionately.
"In history, there have been known to be five most passionate kisses," Harold said as the Boat of Losers left the dock, "one has been known to top all of them. That one there topped the top."
Some of the campers laughed as they left the Dock of Shame, exchanging conversation about the game or other topics. Ezekiel looked at Tyler's iPod and sighed heavily, before Bridgette slung an arm around his shoulders and walked alongside him for support.
"Maybe next time," Gwen muttered to herself, casting a side glare at Courtney. The CIT missed this, because she was too busy talking to Noah.
Only Cody noticed there was someone still standing on the Dock of Shame after everyone had left. Izzy was looking at the horizon where the Boat of Losers disappeared from.
"Heyas, Izzy?" Cody called out to her. When she didn't reply, he walked over to her and tapped her shoulder. "You okay, Izzy?"
"No," she admitted, wiping her eyes with her fists. "Not really, no."
"What's the matter, huh?" Cody asked, shocked. "I've... never seen you upset like this before."
"Oh... it's nothing, really," she said, but another tear formed in her eye, and she couldn't remove it from her face fast enough for Cody not to see.
"C'mon, tell me," the tech-geek said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"It's just... Izzy has been able to survive three marshmallow ceremonies, but no one seems happy about it," she admitted, letting out a deep sigh. "Geoff, DJ, Tyler... everyone looks like they'd prefer Izzy to go and not them.
"Zeke is terrified of me, too," she added, looking over at Cody. "I... I just wish people weren't so upset that I stay. I try so hard at everything, and I know I haven't caught that damn jellybean smuggler yet, but I..."
She stopped when Cody placed his hands on both her shoulders, smiling at her. "Izzy, you're one of the toughest, wildest girls I know. I love having you on my team, and though some of the others won't say it, they like having you too.
"It's just the grief of losing their friends in this contest that makes everyone so upset. Don't worry, they aren't upset you endured another challenge, they wouldn't want you to leave like any of the others."
Izzy managed to smile, then nodded. "Thank you, Cody. How is it that you always know what to say whenever Izzy is down?"
"Oh...," Cody began with a smug smile, then he suddenly lost it as he looked up in the sky in thought. "That's strange," he said as he rubbed his chin, "I really don't know. I'm mostly good at pickup lines."
Izzy began to giggle and snort. "Oh Cody, you nut! We gotta get you a girlfriend!"
(Confession Cam - Final words from the dunderheads.)
Courtney - "This was rather fortunate, because Tyler had it in for me. I wasn't about to allow that jock to get under my skin."
Gwen - "Tyler was the one who crashed the karts and blew the first two matches of the strikers game. Still... he wasn't a bad person."
Ezekiel - \covering his face with his hands, blubbering\ "I soo' wasn't prepared for this, eh, boohoohoo!"
Cody - "I'm gonna miss him. Tyler was a swell guy, always up for a game of ultimate frisbee."
Izzy - "I won't let this gift of surviving another challenge pass me by! Mr. or Ms. Jellybean Smuggler, when I find you, you're doomed, do you hear me? DOOMED!!!"
Harold - "I can walk! Mom, dad, bro, sis, I can walk! AWESOME!! Who's the man, huh? Who survived two near-crippling allergies? Me, that's who! Woohoo!"
Izzy - Tyler.
Gwen - Tyler.
Noah - Tyler.
Ezekiel - Izzy.
Tyler - Izzy.
Cody - Noah.
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Tyler - 3.
Izzy - 2.
Noah - 1.
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Voted off List - Owen, Sadie, Geoff, Leshawna, Justin, Lindsay, DJ, Trent, Katie, Duncan, Tyler.
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I'm gonna miss Tyler. How he never quits (unless it means hanging out with Lindsay, and no one can blame him for that), how he's always got gusto in whatever he does, and his snazzy red sports clothing. But alas, this is how it is meant to be on TDC, and our favorite (male) jock is reunited with his girl.
An emotional end, I admit, and Izzy may be OOC, but hey, she has feelings too. Next chapter to come up shortly, the last one before the Final Ten! Bet you're all excited to see who makes it, eh? Who knows, maybe someone you don't expect will be booted on Day 12! Stay tuned, and keep the reviews long!