It was early morning. Harold was snoring in his bed when he was awoken by a trumpet. "I can't take the shelling anymore, Sarge!" he cried out. "I just can't take it!"
"Harold," Duncan told him, "If you added trumpets to your snoring, it's definitely time for you to die."
"Please," Paul, now wearing only brown pants, yawned as he stood up. "If I killed everybody who bothered me with their snoring, Dean would've been dead a long time ago. But seriously, Harold, if you keep me up with your snoring again, you'll be sleeping outside with the bears."
"That's it," Justin decided as he laid in bed, "I'm moving to Canada...except I'm already there." Outside the trailers, Beth was sleepwalking as she twirled Courtney's PDA and Destiny's guitar in her hands. "Hey, that's my PDA!" Courtney shouted.
"My guitar!" Destiny shrieked. Beth tossed the items in the air. "Huh?" Beth mumbled as she woke up. Courtney and Destiny dove to grab their stuff. "I'm so sorry!" Beth apologized as most of the others walked outside. "I must've started sleep-twirling again!"
"Did she say 'sleep-twirling'?" Leshawna wondered.
"That PDA is my legal right in this game," Courtney sternly told Beth. "Touch it again, Beth, and prepare to be served!"
"That goes double if you try to scratch up my guitar again!" Destiny declared.
"Easy on the hostility, you two," Ethan advised as he separated the girls. "Miss Beth already apologized for the incident. There's no need for blows to land."
"Hey, anybody seen Lacey?" Duncan cut in. He saw Lara, now in an oversized My Hero Academia t-shirt over a pair of light-blue underwear, drag a frightened Lacey out of the girls' trailer. "Let me guess," Duncan told Lara, "Lace thought that noise was a siren and the police were coming."
"I can't tell if you're sarcastic or psychic," Lara replied with surprise. The group saw Chris blowing a trombone while he banged on a big drum. "Morning, sports fans!" he announced. "Who's ready to put up a good offense?"
"A false alarm," Lacey breathed out.
"Spaghetti here!" Chef shouted. "Get your pipin' hot spaghetti here!" He tossed a ball of spaghetti to everyone but Chris. "Whoa, whoa!" Harold warned. "That was a spitball!"
"That was breakfast," Chris explained.
"Pasta for brekkie?" Lindsay asked.
"It's called 'carbo-loading', contestants. Today, you're all gonna give 200% in our exciting sports movie challenge!"
"You are aware that 200% is a mathematical impossibility?" Harold corrected. A ball of spaghetti was tossed at his face. "Such that 'ghetti back, you loveable underdogs destined to come back from certain failure," Chris told everyone. "We've got a training run!" Later, the cast were running across a football field. "That all you got, sports fans?" Chris taunted. "Man up! It's time for more action."
"Three cups of spaghetti followed by a 3K jog?" Leshawna panted. "All I'm ready for is a nap." She laid down but noticed something. "What is this? Plastic lawn?"
"Astroturf," Chris explained. "Hello? It's a set. Today's competition is gonna require sweat, guts, heart and sweat."
"But I need my heart to live!" Destiny cried out. "Also, you said 'sweat' twice."
"That's cause it's not just your sweat you'll be dealing with. There's Chef's sweat, too..." Chef was busy doing jumping jacks. "'Cause you'll be pushing him the length of the field," Chris explained. "And he just ate a huge jar of jalepeno peppers, so he's spraying like a gym-class shower."
"And smelling like it, too," Lara, now cosplaying as Lynn Loud, nasally inputted as she, Ethan and Paul held their noses.
"We gotta push spiced-up Chef like he's a football dummy?" Justin asked.
"Don't call me a dummy," Chef warned.
"I'm sweaty enough," Destiny complained. "I don't want Chef's disgross pepper sweat added in!"
"You're taking it for the team," Leshawna told her. "Now get your skinny behind out there and push that dummy!"
"What'd I say about the dummy thing?" Chef scolded as his eye twitched.
"Gotta side with Leshawna on this one," Duncan put in, to Leshawna's surprise. "You're doing it, Desi."
"Fine," Destiny decided, "But do NOT call me that! That's only for Greggy to say."
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gaffers)
"'Side with Leshawna'? Are they finally coming around? That'd be like rolling up Christmas, Kwanzaa, Easter, Canada Day and BOGO Day at the shoe store all into one! Sweet, sweet forgiveness!"
End Confessional
Chris blew his whistle, and the Gaffers started to push Chef, to no avail. "That all you got?" Chef taunted. "I could push better than that on my day off."
"Don't you talk smack to me!" Leshawna warned as her teammates backed away. She shoved Chef, making him fall over. "Sorry, dummy," she told him. "Guess I came to play hardball."
The Grips were busy running through a course. "These are so not normal tires!" Beth complained as they all tried to shake them off.
"My feet keep getting stuck!" Lindsay moaned.
"Oh, really?" Chris mocked as he walked over. "I'm sorry." He turned towards the camera. "Wait till they get a load of the mousetraps." The Grips cried out in pain as the mousetraps snapped at their toes. "Snap to it, losers!" The cast then crawled through a muddy pit with barbed wire on top. "I have never seen our school football team do this!" Courtney groaned.
"You're right," Chris pointed out, "But we had some mud and barbed wire left over from the war movie, and it just seemed fun to me. Is it?" Everyone groaned in response. The cast soon finished the course. "That truly bit," Duncan complained.
"Who won, anyway?" Courtney asked.
"Let's see..." Chris calculated as he pulled out a clipboard. "Three, carry the five...nobody!"
"Huh?" everyone gasped.
"It was just to establish who's playing who for the real contest to follow. We're running four sport-o contests with competitors seeded according to these results."
"Seeded?" Lindsay wondered. "There's a gardening challenge?"
Confessional: Lindsay (Killer Grips)
"Okay, so he meant, like, sport seeding. I knew that. But if there was a gardening challenge, I would seriously kick butt! I mean, nobody can even touch my tomatoes!"
End Confessional
Chris pulled down a microphone. "In the right corner," he announced, "From the Killer Grips, the blonde bombshell, the lithe lollapalooza, the blue-eyed bruiser...Lindsay! In the left corner, from the Screaming Gaffers, the deluded dork, the lightweight loser, the knock-kneed numbskull..."
"Sounds like you're up," Harold teased as he looked at Duncan.
"Harold!"
"Me?! Why me?!"
"Because you and Lindsay came last in the football drills," Lacey bluntly told him as she and the other interns looked on. "Loser versus loser."
"We're going to build to the top two players," Chris explained.
"Glove me," Harold ordered. Chris put two huge marshmallows on his hands. "But these are marshmallows," Harold noted.
"Props," Chris replied, "So you don't hurt those pretty actor faces. And in true boxing movie tradition, you'll be fighting in...slow mo-tion." Harold stepped into the ring just as the bell rang. Chris was pulled up while Harold and Lindsay faced off. "You're...going...down," Harold declared in slow-motion. He threw a punch, which Lindsay ducked at. "Whoa!" she cried out. "Take that!" She threw a punch, which hit Harold. He slowly backed up towards the Gaffers. "How does he do that?" Leshawna wondered in amazement.
"He has a lot of experience getting hit," Duncan replied.
"Go on, Dweeb!" Destiny cheered. "Channel your burning heart! Remember the eye of the tiger!"
"Whoo!" Lara rallied. "Go, teams, go!"
"Come on!" Lacey shouted. "Don't go easy on each other! Hit 'em hard!"
"The girls are enjoying this a bit too much," Paul quietly noted, with Ethan nodding in agreement. Harold slowly tried to punch Lindsay, but she just bit into the marshmallow. "Mmm," she muffled.
"Oh, don't eat it," Courtney told her, "Block it!" Unknown to her, Beth picked up her PDA. "Courtney, your-" she explained.
"Play dirtier!" Courtney shouted, ignoring her. She noticed Duncan chuckling at her. "What?"
"I like when you talk like that," Duncan replied with a smile. Beth crouched down with Courtney's PDA. "My boyfriend is going to be so surprised to hear from me!" she quietly squealed. "What is-? Oh, my glory!" The bell rang, ending the first round. Lindsay and Harold walked back to their corners. "Round two-o-o-o!" Chris declared as he came back down. Chef, in nothing but a purple bikini, held up a '2' sign as he walked around the ring. "Ew, ew, ew is more like it," Duncan noted as the Gaffers looked on with disgust.
"Anybody got a barf bag?" Paul gagged while Ethan covered Lara's eyes with his hands.
"Y'all are just jealous," Chef whipped back. Courtney covered her eyes while Beth put the PDA back in Courtney's pocket. Lindsay and Harold faced off again. He threw a few punches in slow-motion. "Let's go, Harold baby!" Leshawna cheered. "You got the moves, you got the grooves."
"Why, thanks, Leshawna," Harold told her, "It's nice to-" Lindsay took this chance to sock Harold in the face, knocking him out. "One, two, three," Chris counted.
"Get up, Harold!" Leshawna shouted.
"Four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-and-ten. And the winner is...Harold and the Screaming Gaffers!" The Gaffers cheered at this. "Huh?" Lindsay wondered. "But I knocked him out."
"He scored a bunch of extra points for doing such great slow-motion," Chris explained, "And I had to dock you for biting. Very unsportsmanlike, Ms. Tyson."
"This was fixed! Ref's going down!" Justin and Courtney had to hold Lindsay back. "Easy there, tiger," Justin told her.
Later, the cast was back on the football set. "Hey, it's a miniature tennis racket," Justin said as he swung a racket around. "Where are the miniature tennis balls?"
"Wrong, you dolt," Destiny corrected as she snatched the racket away. "This is a netted and enhanched table-tennis swinger-dinger."
"That's the exact same thing he said," Paul commented.
"But this one also doubles as a pest eliminator." Destiny swatted Paul with the racket. "Hey!" he complained. They tried to go after each other but Lacey quickly split them apart. She knocked Paul back towards Ethan and Lara while Destiny crashed into Harold. "Nice spare, Lace," Duncan chuckled.
"Those guys have the right idea," Lara noted. "If this is tennis, why is the net so high?"
"This is a badminton court, guys," Chris informed them.
"There was never a sports movie about badminton!" Justin argued. "That'd be seriously lame."
"There was a movie about badminton. It was very un-lame! And it starred the very talented...me." Everyone just stared at Chris. "Thanks for asking," he said, "I'd love to recreate my finest scene." He started to do just that. "I just want you to know, you guys are the best darn badminton players I've had the pleasure of coaching. You're beacons of freedom! Go show the Olympic Committee we deserve a shot! Show them it's not badminton. It's good-minton. Heck, it's great-minton! Now get out there and win one for the Flipper!" Chef managed to shed a tear at Chris's monologue.
Confessional: Chef
"Why couldn't the Olympic Committee just give the Flipper a break? It was his big dream." He started to cry.
Confessional: Ethan
"I may not like that royal buffoon Chris McLean, but I'll admit his speech was pretty moving." He wiped away a tear.
End Confessionals
"Battling for supremacy in our second round," Chris announced, "Beth and Destiny!"
"I'm ready!" Destiny exclaimed as she modeled her new outfit: a pink skirt and tank top decorated with black lightning bolts, red tennis shoes and a matching red visor. Lacey just rolled her eyes as everyone watched from the bleachers. "It's sports, not a fashion show," she voiced out. "The girl's more of a walking closet than Lara."
"Thanks," Lara happily replied. "Gals like us have outfits for every occassion."
"Like what, working for the Chicken Ranch?" Paul whipped. He was suddenly hit in the face with a tennis ball, knocking him over. "You don't know when to quit, do you?" Lacey teased.
"You alright?" Ethan asked with concern.
"As best as I'll be," Paul moaned as he sat up and rubbed his now-black eye.
"You watch it, Paulie," Destiny warned as she twirled another tennis ball in her hand, "Or I'll start hitting below the belt."
"Watch the birdie!" Chris shouted. He tossed a plush bird to Beth. "Let's make the feathers fly!" Destiny rallied as she clutched her racket.
"You can do it, Beth!" Courtney shouted as she held her PDA. Beth tossed the birdie in the air and hit it with her racket, though she was startled by the squeak the birdie made. "Eek!" she cried out. "It's alive!"
"It's stuffed," Ethan corrected as he picked it up, "With a squeaker."
"Like my Rottweiler's chew toy," Destiny added. "Nothing to be scared of. Now hand over the birdie!" Ethan gave her the birdie. "FOUR!" she shouted. "No, wait, that's golf. HIKE! No, football. Uh..."
"Service?" Paul offered with a bored tone.
"I knew that! SERVICE!" Destiny whacked the birdie, though Beth missed it. "Whoo-hoo!" Leshawna cheered. "Bring it! Show her who's in charge!" Destiny and Beth did another match, much longer than the last. "Cheer her on, guys," Leshawna told her teammates.
"That's right, Destiny," Duncan rallied, "No mercy!"
"Serve her up a hot, steaming bowl of humiliation," Harold added.
"Doing that with a side of garlic knots," Destiny assured him as she hit the birdie.
"Your chances of winning are just about as real as your boyfriend!" Leshawna taunted. Beth got a determined look at her words. She slammed into the birdie as it came to her. She continued to rally the birdie as it came to her. She soon tossed the racket in the air to hit the birdie. "Whoa," Destiny commented. The birdie soared into her hair. "Hey!" she complained. "Get out! My hair's not a nest!" Chris simply blew his whistle. "We have a winner!" he announced as the Grips hoisted Beth up. "Now that's some great-minton."
"More like snooze-minton," Lacey scoffed.
"Bummer in the summer!" Destiny moaned. "I lost! Well, at least it was to Beth and not someone worse."
"You may have game, girl," Leshawna whipped to Beth, "But you still don't have a boyfriend." Beth gave her a glare. "You just resent me for being a champion baton twirler!" she retaliated, "Just like you resent everybody here!"
"Excuse me?" Leshawna questioned.
"Miss Leshawna couldn't say a bad word about anybody," Ethan defended.
"Try again, Galahad," Destiny argued.
"Um, Heather's an exception?" Destiny just gave a defeated sigh. "Why don't you admit it?" Beth continued. "Or should we have Courtney play what you said about all of us on her PDA?"
"I told you to stay away from my PDA!" Courtney scolded.
"Don't overact," Lacey told her. "You probably dropped it and Beth was trying to return it."
"It's on the Total Drama website, Leshawna," Beth pointed out. "Everything you said about all of us when you went on that spa night!" Leshawna got a worried look while the Gaffers gasped at this news. "Ooh, the underdog's about to take a bite out of her rival," Chris commented as he walked over. "This can't end well. Don't go away; there's plenty of sports-themed, backstabbing fun to come on Total...Drama...Action!"
(cue commercial)
"You said mean things about me?" Lindsay asked Leshawna.
"For real?" Lara added.
"Let me see," Harold told Courtney, "Let me see."
"No!" Courtney argued.
"Come on, Courtney," Duncan tempted, "You know you wanna."
"Everyone will keep nagging until you do," Lacey pointed out.
"Only because I think you all have the right to know what she said," Courtney answered. She pulled out her PDA. "There's nothing to see!" Leshawna begged. "You guys will be bored!"
"We'll be the judge of that," Paul told her as Courtney played a clip. It showed Leshawna and Leshaniqua in the Lame-O-Sine. "Mmm, Destiny," Leshawna commented. "Don't get what that Greg guy sees in that diva. Lindsay has half a brain cell, max, and it's usually gone out shopping. Ooh, ooh, probably with Justin's giant ego, ha-hoo! Oh, Duncan likes to think he's a bad boy, but when Courtney was there, she basically dragged him around by his eyebrow ring. Beth actually wears a side ponytail. A side pony! Those interns aren't much. You've got Lara, who always dresses like it's a costume party and gruff mechanic Paul who seems to love the squabbles he has with Destiny. Lacey claims to be tough but gets scared of a scrawny mouse like an elephant does. Ethan's okay, but the guy's as soft as banana pudding. He ain't gonna be my knight in shining armor anytime soon. And Harold? Darn fool's sweet on me, but he's getting about as much play as an old-school cassette tape in a world of MP3s!" She and Leshaniqua laughed. Courtney stopped the clip, and she and everyone else glared at Leshawna. "You don't understand," Leshawna defended, "That was outside the game! I didn't know anybody'd see it."
"So, you weren't just joking?" Lindsay asked. "I thought maybe you were joking."
"Uh, yes! I was. And I wanted you to see it. Yeah, isn't that a riot? Psych!" Leshawna gave a nervous laugh as everyone continued sending her their hateful looks. Later, the group sat on the bleachers, though no one sat near Leshawna. "I don't get all the hatred," Ethan finally said. "She wasn't aware that she could still be filmed. Besides, I still belive she thinks highly of her competitors."
"She compared you to banana pudding," Lindsay pointed out.
"I consider it motivation to better myself."
"That's some motivation," Destiny sighed. "And I suppose 'diva' isn't the worst insult. I can deal with that."
"You can?" Leshawna wondered. "Thanks, girl."
"Don't expect everyone else to be so kind."
"SILENCE!" Chris ordered as he dressed in his Roman attire and Chef wheeled him in on a chariot. "The score is one to one. And now, second seed Courtney will attempt to break the tie, competing in Greco-Roman wrestling with...Duncan!"
"He shoots, he scores!" Duncan exclaimed.
Confessional: Courtney (Killer Grips)
"My heart can't be swayed by just any tattooed bad boy oozing danger out of every pore. I'm a fit and well-coiffed little package of pure competition!"
Confessional: Duncan (Screaming Gaffers)
"Oh, she's a fit and well-coiffed little package, all right. But I'm not going there, even though I could. Remember what happened to Dave and Sky? Ugly."
"I heard that!" Destiny shouted off-screen.
End Confessionals
Courtney stretched as she glared at Duncan. "Just compete," he thought, "Just compete. Just compete." Chris pulled a rope, sending a huge ball pit into the ring. "Wait, wait, wait a second," Duncan stammered as he rose up, "I have to wrestle her in a kiddie ball pit?"
"Eww!" Courtney moaned as she spit a ball out. "How long since these things have been washed?"
"Never," Chris informed them. "We got them from a local carnival. A really cheap, skeevy one. Now play ball!" He blew a horn to start the match. Courtney and Duncan dove for each other, though Courtney managed to get Duncan in a headlock. "What's the matter, big boy?" she taunted. "Can't swim?"
"Ah!" Duncan screamed as he noticed something sticking out. "Shark!" Courtney calmly picked it up. "Ooh, the big bad diaper shark," she teased as she tossed it aside. "Come on, tough man!" The duo dove back down. From the bleachers, everyone but Lacey laughed as they watched the match. "Is that all you've got?!" Lacey shouted. "Come on! You can do better than that!"
"That's it," Duncan declared as he stood back up. "No more Mister Nice Guy." He gave a taunting wave towards Courtney. She growled before kicking him in the chest, knocking him over. Everyone else gasped in shock. "No going easy on her!" Lacey yelled. "You don't want ME getting into the ring, do you?" Courtney pinned Duncan down. "Dave and Sky," he murmured, "Dave and Sky." He pushed Courtney off and tackled her, making everyone gasp again. "That's more like the Duncan I know!" Lacey rallied. "NO MERCY!"
"Well, what's under here, anyway, a day care center?" Duncan asked as he tossed away a baby bottle. He pulled out a toddler. "Mama?" he asked. Chef quickly picked him up from the ring. Courtney tapped Duncan on the shoulder before yanking him away. He groaned in pain as she put him in another chokehold. "Don't you call it quits now!" Lacey shouted. Chris leaned in towards Courtney and Duncan. "Uncle," Duncan groaned.
"And we have a winner!" Chris announced. Unknown to everyone, Lacey stormed off. "In your face, Duncan!" she boasted. "I am the world champion ball wrestler!"
Confessional: Duncan (Screaming Gaffers)
He was silent for a moment. "I don't know, the kid called me 'Mama' and it threw me off my A-game." Someone laughed off-screen. "What, am I funny to you? Let me come over there and you can laugh to my face!" He stormed off.
Confessional: Lacey
"I can't believe him! Duncan never went easy on me whenever we wrestled. But the way that entitled chick acted..." She stifled a groan. "I'm gonna give BOTH of them a piece of my mind!"
End Confessionals
"That was certainly more action than the last two matches," Lara commented from the stands, with Destiny nodding in agreement.
"What is with you girls and brawls?" Paul asked in disbelief as everyone else left for the next event.
"Uh-oh," Ethan realized as he looked around, "Speaking of girls and brawls, has anyone seen Miss Lacey?" The group noticed Lacey, now wearing black shorts and a black top with a skull and crossbones, marching towards the ball pit. "Uh-oh," Duncan gulped as he lifted his head up. "If things weren't bad enough."
"I WARNED YOU, METALHEAD!" Lacey screamed. She gave a yell as she leaped into the ball pit and wrestled with Duncan and Courtney. "And I thought Duncan and Courtney's brawl was rough," Ethan noted.
"You know," Lara commented, "If I didn't know better, I'd say Lacey's a bit jealous of Courtney."
"For real?" Destiny asked.
"It doesn't sound like it," Paul bluntly said. The group went wide-eyed as they saw Duncan struggling to get away from the dusty brawl. "Help," he squeaked out before a hand dragged him back by his mohawk.
"Oh, boy," Destiny muttered. "Poor Duncan."
"We better go and save him, then," Lara decided. A sink suddenly crashed near their feet, making Paul jump into Ethan's lap with fright. "On second thought," Lara reasoned as she and Destiny shared a scared expression, "I like me in one piece." The group quickly left as the fight intensified.
Confessional: Lacey
She was now covered in bruises and scratches. "I might have gone a bit overboard. Though I get why Duncan didn't put up much of an effort with Courtney." She shuddered. "She's as brutal and ruthless as a starving tiger."
End Confessional
"So as we head to the fourth and final leg of the Total Drama sports tourney," Chris announced, "The Grips are ahead two to one. The final face-off? A slam dunk competition, with points going to the most creative dunk. Let's play it for the camera! It's Justin and Leshawna!"
The Grips cheered Justin on while the Gaffers just glared at Leshawna. "Le-traitor," Harold scolded. "Le-Benedict Arnold. Le-I'm-too-sad-to-think-of-another-insult."
Confessional: Leshawna (Screaming Gaffers)
"Play it for the camera? I just wanted to hide under the bleachers till the whole thing was over. Think anyone's ever done a slam dunk from under the bleachers? That'd be creative."
End Confessional
"Alright," Justin announced, "I call this the 'Justin Freezes the Gaffers Slam'." Chris blew his whistle to start the match. Justin started to dribble the ball. "Hey, keep watching," he told everyone. He bumped into Leshawna as he dribbled. "Whoa! Hey!" The Grips giggled at this. "Look out!" he warned as he bounced the ball at Harold, hitting him in the stomach. The Grips cheered while Paul had to hold Destiny back. Justin snatched Lara's wig as he ran past and put it on the basketball before jumping on the trampoline and dunking it in the hoop. "All right!" he exclaimed as the Grips laughed.
"See," Leshawna noted as she returned Lara's wig to her, "There's just telling it like it is, and then there's just being a big old jerk!"
"J-E-R-K!" Destiny rallied. "That's how you spell his name, I say! Jerk! Jerk! Jer-" Paul hit her on the head with the badminton racket, knocking her out. "You were right, Destiny," he teased. "This thingy is good for whacking pests with."
"I call this the 'Leshawna Climbs to the Top Wham-Bam-Thank-You Slam'!" Leshawna declared as she dribbled the ball.
"Real creative," Justin said. Leshawna bounced the basketball, knocking Justin onto the trampoline and into the hoop. "Point to Leshawna and the Gaffers!" Chris announced. "Prepare for the ultimate extreme sports tiebreaker!" Everyone got a worried look.
"Get ready for the battle of battles," Chris announced on a big screen, "The grudge match the world has been waiting for! A competition so intense, so grueling, so..."
"So what is it already?" Leshawna asked. Chris drove over with some pink pom-poms. "Pom-poms?!" Courtney wondered in disbelief.
"Where there are pom-poms," Harold reasoned, "There are pom-pom girls."
"The only cheering will be done by you and your team," Chris informed him. "Each team's gotta dig deep and create a cheer for someone they think deserves cheering." The Grips whispered something as they stood in a huddle. "Ooh-ooh!" Harold realized. "I got it! Let's cheer for Norbert Swindlow!"
"Who?" Destiny asked.
"The inventor of the pom-pom, duh!"
"I think we should cheer for someone else, like, uh...Chris?"
"Him?" Leshawna scoffed.
"I'd rather cheer for my school principal," Duncan added, "My mother, Leshawna." Leshawna just scoffed. "That's pretty low, Juvie Boy," Destiny told him.
"Hey," Leshawna reminded the Gaffers as she eyed the Grips, "While we're fighting, they're working on whipping our butts!"
"Time!" Chris announced. "Gaffers up!"
"Um, well, Chris," Harold stammered, "We, um..." Leshawna grabbed the pom-poms and started a cheer. "Courtney, Courtney, she's my pal!" she chanted. "She loves her PDA and she's an organized gal!
"Lindsay and Justin might be dumb, but I'd be so proud if they'd call me their chum!
"Duncan and Lacey might have been in jail, but they're a mix of soft and tough as nails!
"Ethan, Ethan, the king of knights! He'll always stand firm in what's right!
"Destiny and Beth are quite a pair! She's sassy, she's goofy, but they both got flair!
"Lara's got a cosplay for every day, but she'll stick by your side any which way!
"While Paul may look all gloom and gruff, he can fix anything with the right stuff!
"And Harold's the best! He's quite a guy! He's goofy and scrawny, but he's got my eye!" Leshawna did a pose on the ground when she noticed everyone staring at her. "That was either the coolest thing...or the dorkiest thing I've ever seen," Harold finally commented.
"I could feel the heart put in that cheer!" Lara squealed. "I'd like to see the Grips beat that!" The Grips soon did their cheer. "Chris Chris Chris Chris!" they chanted. "Chris Chris Chris Chris!" They dragged the Gaffers over and stood on their backs. "Chris Chris Chris Chris Chris Chris Chris! CHRIS!" They held up a poster of Chris. "Amazing!" Chris exclaimed. "The performances, the artistry, the incredible kissing-up. We have the winners! Losers, I'll see you in the theater." The Grips cheered while Duncan gave an angry grunt. "I knew my Chris idea was a good one," Destiny groaned, "I knew it!"
"Get my bed ready, Leshaniqua," Leshawna sadly said. "Your trash-talking cousin's coming home." Later, the Screaming Gaffers were at the Gilded Chris ceremony. "So the Gaffers lose it again," Chris began after everyone cast their votes. "Must be tough, especially with your own teammate dissing you all over the World Wide Web!"
"Hey, I got enough problems without you mixing things up," Leshawna scolded.
"And Destiny? You gotta feel awful over your humiliating loss to Beth on the badminton court."
"Uh, no," Destiny told him. "I've lost at tennis before. Badminton's no different than that."
"Well, Duncan might feel awful, seeing as he lost to a girl...in wrestling!"
"She's not a girl," Duncan argued, "She's Courtney! It's a whole 'nother thing."
"And did you see the brawl she and Lacey got into?" Destiny added. "It's a miracle Duncan still has his piercings attached to him!"
"Harold," Chris continued, "I'd say you're the only one here who might be safe."
"Well, Chris," Harold began, "I-"
"Oh, nobody wants to hear it. Just take the statue. Diaper Shark and Bird's Nest, you're safe, too." Duncan and Destiny both caught their statues. Leshawna just gave a sigh of defeat. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it coming," she muttered.
Confessional: Destiny (Screaming Gaffers)
"Voting for Leshawna was one of the hardest decisions I made, but who else could I choose? Harold's my buddy and I felt bad for Duncan. And honestly, I thought the others forgave her after that cheer she did." She sighed.
End Confessional
Leshawna was headed for the Lame-O-Sine when she noticed Harold running up to her. "You shouldn't be going!" Harold protested. "It's not fair!"
"Nah, sugar," Leshawna assured him, "I'm not upset. I'm just bummed I lost out on five million big ones due to my mistakes."
"If it makes you feel better, I didn't vote for you." Leshawna perked up a little. "Really?" she wondered. "Oh, honey pie, come here. Leshawna's got a whole lotta love." She gave Harold a hug before getting into the Lame-O-Sine. "I'll be rooting for you, baby," she told him before the Lame-O-Sine drove off.
"Wow," Chris chuckled as he stood in the boxing ring, "Leshawna got booted due to badmouthing everyone behind their backs! How's that for a dramatic sucker punch? He began to box as Chef watched on. "Is Harold gonna be okay after Leshawna's departure? Are Courtney and Duncan gonna kiss? Am I gonna knock big old Chef out with my killer uppercut?" Chef punched him in the face before leaving. "Find out next time, here on Total...Drama...Action!"
Episode 15! So, most of this episode stayed the same as canon, so I'll get to the biggest change. With Heather gone, I decided to cut Leshawna here since I felt her role in this story is finished.
I'll go ahead and do a movie quote from the sports genre:
"Remember, the mind is your best muscle. Big arms can move rocks, but big words can move mountains." Rocky Balboa
-From Rocky II
The next episode will be action-packed and full of explosions to make you dial 'A' for anticipation. Until next time, this is Dunsparce519 saying enjoy and have a good day.