Chapter 2: Twister
Hey everyone, back again. Sorry it took so long, I just didn't feel like writing lately and then when I did have it finished, I didn't feel like putting it up, ya know to extremitize the suspense filled drama. He he well on to the story! Please R&R!
"Welcome back for another round of Extreme Pointless! Today's challenge is one of the most mind- numbing and challenging of them all... Bring out our contestants!"
Marching onto the screen is the remainder of the group, still gagged and chained. They looked up, fearful of the weirdness that lay ahead.
"Ok, are you guys ready for the most excruciating challenge?"
A loud chorus of muffled no's echoed and some orcs started moving their weapons expectantly.
"Good, now then bring out the mat!" A rather large orc appears carrying what looks like a white box. "This challenge is called Twister!"
The orcs removed the chains but as they started to remove the gags, the elf started yelling: "Help, please someone, they're starving us!"
"Ok, gags back on! And folks, don't worry, we feed them...(mumbles) memo to self, get them some lembas bread soon... (normal voice) Alright then, I shall be the official spinner, so you'll just have to listen to me. The first one who falls is the loser, sorry, but we have no more going away presents if you lose, only if you're the winner. Anyway, get ready, get set, and... Sméagol, left foot red!"
"Sméagol don't know which is left. Yesss we's do, but we wants our preciousss. No! Sméagol good, Sméagol listen to master. Kind master, master doesn't let any bad comes to poor Smé..."
"Get on with it!" Muttering, the deformed hobbit put his left foot on red.
"Frodo, left hand green!" Frodo obeyed, although he didn't appear too happy about it.
"Sam, right hand blue." Hesitating, Sam did and started whispering to his employer.
"Sorry Mr. Frodo, I'll fall right now. That way I can figure out a way to save you and come back, perhaps even with Boromir, if he's killed that orc."
"Sam, no!" but it was too late. Samwise Gamgee fell and everyone had a look of horror on their face, except Sméagol, of course.
"Now Mr. Gamgee, what do you suppose we do with cheaters who lose on purpose?"
"Let them go, I hope?"
"Well, you're close. We don't tolerate cheaters, so they don't get to compete for the prize and they get chased off the set. I hope you brought your running shoes, Sam, cause you won't be able to stop until you are at least a mile away from here." Two orcs lunged at Sam as he began his leave. The others shouted until gags were put back in their mouths.
"Sorry folks, guess we'll have to end here now, don't worry, we'll make sure that they don't try to lose on purpose again. Tune in next time for another Extreme Pointless challenge!"
A/N: Sorry it's so short but I couldn't think of good events to happen. Anyway, R&R, and flames are welcome to come, because it makes jerks like jerks I know feel good to burn someone's work, of course I'll read it, then I'll throw it in the trash b/c I really don't care if you don't like it but only if you do. But as I said it makes them feel good to write them, so until I put up another chappie, sayonara!