It was a cold rainy night at Camp Diamond Lake, where a scuffle was taking place at its namesake body of water. A disgruntled middle-aged woman in a blue sweater, jeans, and white orthopedic shoes and a young adult woman were seen punching each other on the pier before the elder throws the lady into a barrel of canoe paddles, "You camp counselors are all the same! Never caring for the ones you're supposed to be looking after, if you had paid a lick of attention then he wouldn't have drowned. My son would still be here! BUT NO!" the older woman approached the fallen teen, who saw the grown woman raise a machete.

The teen thought fast and whacked the woman in the gut with a paddle, making her drop the machete and hold her ribs as she keeled over. The teen then grabs the blade and looks down at the gasping adult woman, "I'm sorry about your son, but I don't think you'll see him again where you're going." the lady raised the machete up and chopped off the woman's head, leaving its body to hobble over the side of the pier and sink to the depths below.

The teen panted as in the background was an unseen onlooker breathed heavily as the teen limped away from the camp.

"And so that's why we shouldn't make our return season at Camp Diamond Lake." A dreadlocked intern stated as he showed a trio of people in business suits all the files of the camp that they wish to air their comeback season of the reality show that has tortured teens for years to come.

One balding business suit said to the intern, "Look Gordon-"

"Greg actually."

"We get your concerns; we've went over everything and we assure that there's nothing to worry about. Besides all that is just local myth of that town." the balding suit guy said.

"So yeah rookie, trust the producers to always make the right call." Chris told Greg, Chris McLean looked to have aged greatly in the absence of reality TV where he can make children's lives miserable for his own amusement.

"Mr. McLean, why we called you here is actually about the hosting role for this return and..." a female business suit with chocolate colored skin told the mainstay host of the series. "Well, I know this will shock you but... you're fired."

"Exactly, now if you'll excuse me I-" Chris then went wide eyed as he realized what she just said, "Wait WHAT!? Fired!? What do you mean I'm fired?"

A skinny business suit told him, "Let's see, you're being let go, your department's being downsized, you are part of an outplacement, we're going in a different direction, we're not picking up your options. Take you pick."

"Listen Christopher, we indulged your torturing teens in World Tour. But as the seasons went on and your challenges got more dangerous, the ratings and viewership have taken a serious drop. Why do you think we took such an extended period after Pahkitew flopped?"

"But I've always hosted this show! I'm literally the poster man of this entire franchise, trust me people want to see kids get hurt!" Chris pleaded.

"Maybe back in the day, but times' have changed." the bald producer said.

The woman producer said, "And hey, maybe this will give you the chance to enjoy your retirement. Spend some time with your family."

"What family? I spent the last several years plotting new and innovate ways to mangle young people's hopes and dreams, the last relationship I had went under after a night at bar and had too many drinks. Then after that I never saw her again, I wonder what ever happened to her anyway." Chris thought.

"Well maybe now you can figure that out." skinny producer said as he pushed Chris out of the office.

"You guys can't make a season without me, it won't last an episode." Chris rebuffed as he fought the skinny intern to stay in the room.

"Care to make that wager?" the bald producer questioned, "If this season goes well, then you must stay retired from show business. If not, you can host next season."

Chris replied as he tried to get back into the office, "Fine, but I get to pick the host."

"Very well, who shall it be." the bald producer agreed.

Chris hummed as he pressed his feet on the doorframe as the skinny producer kept pushing at him, he then spots Greg and points "Him!"

"Huh?" Greg asked.

"Deal." the bald producer snapped his fingers before two security guards grabbed Chris and tossed him out the window. "Alright Greg, looks like we'll be doing this season after all. And you're the host."

"But I just started this job two weeks ago, I don't know the first thing about reality TV." Greg stated.

"Oh, you'll be fine. We already got the cast down and a list of challenges for you, so don't worry." the skinny producer gave him everything he needs to know for the season before pushing him out of the office.

Greg sighed, "Gregory Tomasso Sampson what did you get yourself into?"