Hey readers! I made a decision with this story. I'm gonna try to update every 10 days, since that's the average amount of days it takes for me to type a new chapter. That time might speed up after I'm done with school this semester, but only time will tell. Anyway, here's the second chapter and someone gets eliminated! Enjoy!
*In the Announcer's Booth*
The camera shows Chris in the announcer's booth behind home plate at the famed Wrigley Field in Chicago, Illinois. He shows off his usual smile to the camera as he begins to speak.
"Welcome back Total Drama fans! Let's get back to the action on the field!"
He turns back to the microphone that is used by the announcers who commentate on the Chicago Cubs home games and announces the next batter.
"Now coming to the plate, for the Old Team, The Party Boy himself, Geeeeeeeoff!"
*On the Field*
Geoff took his stance in the right-handed batter's box as he waited for Chef to pitch to him.
"Alright Chef, brah! Give me the high heat," the Party boy requested.
Chef nodded and got into his windup. The ball was down the middle of the plate and as high as Geoff's chest. Geoff swung and made contact. It was hit towards the top of the right field wall.
Tyler jumped out of the dugout as he cheered for Geoff.
"Yeah! Go Geoff! What a homer!"
However, Tyler was wrong. The ball had actually hit the wall and was bounced back down the right field line towards the Old Team's dugout. Tyler, who was still cheering and jumping up and down, didn't notice this until the ball hit him right in his crotch. He clutched where the ball had hit him and fell to his knees as everyone else on his team cringed.
"Ow-houch!" Chris exclaimed while chuckling a bit. "I guess Tyler was wrong huh? Geoff has one out!"
*Old Team's dugout*
Katie and Sadie helped Tyler walk back to the bench and lie down on the bench as he continued to clutch his groin. Eva walked over to them and looked at Tyler.
She sighed annoyed and said, "You have to keep your eye on the ball, you jockstrap!"
Katie and Sadie looked at each other then glared at Eva.
"You know," Sadie started, "you could like, show a little more concern for your teammates."
"Yeah, Eva," Katie agreed, "If you showed some concern, Ezekiel wouldn't be sad."
Katie pointed toward Ezekiel, who was still sulking with Beth and Bridgette consoling him.
Eva looked at Ezekiel then looked back at the twins.
"It's not my fault Home-School can't take what he dished out in season one," Eva grumbled, "That's his problem, not mine."
Katie and Sadie glared at Eva before walking towards the steps to see Geoff walking back.
"Geoff manages to hit 2 homeruns which brings the score to Old Team 7 – New Team 4," Chris announces, "The New Team really needs to pick it up! Let's see if Scott can help."
*On the Field*
Cheers for Scott were heard as he came to the plate. He took his stance in the righty batter's box and glared at the pitching Chef like he was trying to burn a hole into his soul, if he even had one. Chef was unfazed by the glaring as he threw a ball to the low and inside to Scott. Scott managed to make contact, but the ball was hit way too early and it was rocketed into the New Team's dugout in foul territory.
The speeding sponge ball went straight towards Anne Maria, who was spraying her hair (as always). She didn't even realize that she had been hit by a ball of spongy material going over 50 mph since it had bounced off her rock-hard follicles and back onto the field. The ball managed to go all the way to the outfield and fly over the wall with a tailwind assisting it.
Everyone stared at where the ball had just been and then stared at Anne Maria, who had just stopped spraying her hair.
She looked at her teammates, who were staring at her incredulously.
"What? What I miss?" she questioned as everyone looked at her.
"Umm…" Chris said aloud over the loudspeakers, "Well, as amazing as that was, I'm afraid that's an out for Scotty since it hit foul first."
Scott looked up at the announcer's booth and yelled out, "I told you not to call me that! And that should have totally counted!"
"Shoulda, woulda, coulda, ha-ha!" The host retorted.
"Ugh!" Jo exclaimed from the dugout steps, "We're getting creamed out here! Come on Freckles, focus! You still got two more outs to play with!"
Scott nodded and got back into his stance.
*2 minutes later*
Scott walked back to the New Team's dugout with a satisfied smirk on his face as the rest of the team cheered him on.
"And Scotty boy finishes his at-bat with 3 dingers!" Chris announced, "Nice job Scotty!"
That smirk disappeared from Scott's face as he heard his name get butchered more by the announcing host.
"I said, don't ca-" Scott tried to tell the host off, but his sentence was cut short as he was hugged by Staci.
"You were amazing with that bat, Scott!" Staci said as she squeezed the spiked-haired boy.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"You know, my mother invented the word 'whatever' when she was a rebellious teenager."
"I'm sure she did. Now please let go of me!"
*Back in the Announcer's Booth*
Chris goes to the microphone to make another announcement.
"Attention, teams. The score is all tied up: Old Team – 7, New Team – 7. Since we're halfway through the challenge, we're all gonna take a 10 minute break. Oh, and feel free to use the confessional closets located in your team's clubhouse behind the dugout."
*New Team's Clubhouse*
Jo had the rest of the New Team's members (except for Brick who was still having his bones relocated) lined up as she was walking up and down the line.
"Alright, we did alright in the first half, "Jo started, "But we need to get ahead of those geezers!"
She looked at B and Mike who were standing right next to each other.
"B! Mike!" Both stood at attention.
"You two need to get those homeruns. B, you're smart so I know you can get some," B nodded, "Mike, I'm not so confident with you," Mike frowned a little at that statement, "But, I'm sure Vito can."
"Oh no, no, no," Mike debated, "I'm not gonna force one of my personalities. Nuh uh! No way!"
"That's ok Mike," Jo said with a disappointed look, "But just so you know, more than likely the person who hits the least homeruns will get voted out."
Mike gulped then looked at Zoey as she started to speak.
"Mike, you don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Oh, yes he does," Jo interjected. "His scrawny arms are useless for this type of challenge with his current brain."
"Hey! I may have multiple personalities, but I also have feelings," Mike replied in offense.
"We don't have time for feelings! Just turn into that meat-headed version of yourself and hit some homers when you need to."
The MPD teen looked as his feet in thought. He sighed and looked back at Jo, "Alright. I'll do it, for the team!"
Almost all of the present members of the New Team cheered, but Zoey looked concerned for her boyfriend.
*New Team's Confessional Closet*
Mike - *He sighs before he starts talking to the camera in the closet* "This is a lot of weight on my shoulders. I can only hope that B can get us ahead before it's my turn. Or should I say, Vito's turn."
*Static*
Zoey – "Oh man. I shouldn't have let Jo pressure Mike to change into Vito. Ooh! I know he hates when he changes. Ugh!" *Covers her face with her hands* "I'm such a bad girlfriend!"
*Static*
Sam – "I don't think I would have voted for Mike if we lost, just because he got the least amount of points for us. That would be kinda hypocritical on my part, since I'd probably hit less than him." *He chuckles heartily* "Unless we were playing MLB The Bigs 2! That is one place I could hit a homerun! Ha!"
*Static*
Jo - *She's smirking with a devious grin as she looks at the camera* "See that?" *She points towards the door leading to the clubhouse* "That, was what's known as mind manipulation. It's so easy to get people with weaker minds to do whatever you want. Not only am I strong physically, I'm also strong mentally." *She taps her finger on her head while she says this before accidentally poking her eye* "OW!"
*Static*
*In Old Team's Clubhouse*
The Old Team was less orderly than the New Team was at the moment. Eva was trying to get the rest of the batters, namely Tyler, Trent and Katie, to do some pushups to get ready for when it was their time to bat. Sadie was watching her friend do pushups, secretly wishing that she could be as athletic as Katie. Justin was using a mirror next to one of the lockers to examine himself some more. Noah was sitting on one side of a bench reading his signature book while Bridgette, Beth, and Geoff were sitting with Ezekiel on the other side.
Justin managed to see Noah reading in a small part of the mirror that didn't have his image in it. Justin frowned at this and said, "Do you always need to have your big nose in a book, Egghead?"
"Well," Noah started, "I'd rather look at printed text than look at your image in the mirror like you do constantly."
"You know, I have to agree with you Noah. I'd rather look at anything more than your image in a mirror as well."
Noah looked up from his book and glared at Justin, "Look, Pretty Boy. Just go back to being narcissistic. It's the only thing that you're talented at, meaning that you're useless when it comes to just about everything else."
Justin glared at Noah's image in the mirror, before looking off to the side of the locker.
Old Team Closet Confessional
*Static*
Justin – "I know Noah is a cynical, sarcastic, eggheaded nerd, but… that last comment kinda got to me." *He rubs the back of his head and looks down* "I know I'm remarkably handsome and a teenage Adonis, but I know my looks won't last forever, no matter how much I want them to. I need to find something else I'm good at." *He picks up his face as he gets an idea* "Maybe I could act!" *He raises his hand up dramatically* "What lights, though wonder window broke. It is the West and Justin is the Sun."
*Static*
Bridgette walks over to Eva, who is spotting the three remaining batters, and starts talking to her.
"Eva, you really need to talk to Ezekiel. He hasn't said a word since you humiliated him in the huddle."
Eva made a scoffing chuckle and said, "I humiliated him? Good. He could use some humility."
Bridgette put her hand to her forehead. "Eva, do you really want a repeat of what happened after the second challenge in season one? Because, you're starting to get on everyone's bad side again, and I know you don't want to be voted out this early, a third time."
Eva looked at Bridgette as she thought about her words. Eva remembered what happened when she was voted out after the Awake-a-thon challenge in Total Drama Island. She admitted that she overacted when she accused the rest of the Killer Bass of stealing her MP3 player, when in fact it was Heather who did it. She had regretted throwing such a tantrum. However, she was still angry when they voted her out in the elimination ceremony that followed.
When she arrived at Playa De Losers, she never saw Ezekiel. She assumed that it was because he was afraid of her, but she didn't care either way. She didn't feel like seeing another person after being voted out of the competition.
Eva sighed and rolled her eyes as she continued her conversation with Bridgette, "You're right Bridgette. I don't want to get voted out early again."
"Well," Bridgette said, "You know what you have to do." She gestured to the moping prairie boy as Eva sighed heavily.
"I'm… not good at apologizing," Eva said, "I'm gonna need time to think up how to."
"Well, I can help if you need it. You just need to be sincere and-"
Chris's voice came back on the loudspeaker, "Attention contestants, halftime is over! Old Team, get your batter up to the plate!"
The Old Team started to walk out of the clubhouse, everyone except for Ezekiel who stayed on the bench sulking. Beth and Geoff were trying to get him back to the dugout.
"Just leave me here, eh," he said, "I'm not gonna bat anyway."
"But dude," Geoff pleaded.
"Just leave me here. Please."
Geoff sighed, "Alright Zeke man."
Beth put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Try to feel better, Ezekiel."
They both walked out to the dugout and left the saddened teenager alone in the clubhouse.
*The Old Team's Dugout*
Everyone, except for Ezekiel, was on the steps watching Trent take his cuts at Chef's pitches. Everyone cheered as Trent belted a ball over the centerfield wall. Beth and Geoff stood next to Bridgette, who looked over at them.
"Where's Ezekiel?" she asked.
Geoff pointed back in the clubhouse, "He said he wanted to stay in there alone, babe. We couldn't get him out."
"Oh boy," Bridgette uttered. She looked at Eva on the other side of the dugout and said to her boyfriend, "I'll be right back."
She walked over to Eva who smiled slightly as Trent hit another homerun. She saw Bridgette approach her and her shadow of a smile disappeared.
"Am I gonna have to apologize now?" she asked the blonde surfer.
"Yes," she replied, "It seems Ezekiel has secluded himself in the clubhouse. This is probably the best time, if you wish to have some privacy. If you need any help at all, I'll be in there to assist."
Eva nodded and walked towards the clubhouse door with Bridgette.
*The Old Team's Clubhouse*
Ezekiel was still sulking on the bench with his hands on his face. He heard some footsteps, but he continued to sulk as he said out loud, "Geoff, Beth, I knoo' you wanna help me, but-"
"It's not Beth and Geoff," Eva said.
Hearing her voice made Ezekiel look up at the doorway to the dugout and see Eva and Bridgette walking down the steps. His eyes were bloodshot and cheeks were damp from the light sobbing that he was doing before his female teammates entered.
Eva looked at his face in anguish as she thought about how much damage her words had done to Ezekiel.
She sighed before she sat down next to him on the bench. His eyes stayed focused on her as she sat there and thought about what she was about to say. She looked over at Bridgette, who was standing near the opening back to the dugout. Bridgette motioned her to start speaking.
Eva looked back at Ezekiel and started, "Listen, Home…Ezekiel. I'm…I-… I'm sorry."
When Ezekiel heard her say those last two words, his eyes widened in shock. "You're soory?" Ezekiel asked, "I thought I was in the wrong for saying-"
"No, you weren't," Eva said interrupting, "You were just misinformed about girls. You weren't wrong, the man that told you that crap was wrong." She sighed in defeat before saying, "And so was I."
Ezekiel looked Eva in slight confusion as she continued to speak.
"I was wrong in thinking that you hadn't changed since the first season. I should have given you a second chance, but now… I'm hoping you'll give me one, Zeke."
She felt a hand on her muscular shoulder. It was Ezekiel's hand and he was smiling at her with his eyes still a little watery.
"You just earned it, eh," the home-schooled boy said to her.
She returned a slight smile to him as she said, "Thanks, Home-School."
Bridgette smiled brightly as she clapped silently near the doorway. Then Chris's voice was heard once again on the loudspeaker.
"Wow! Trent finishes his at-bat with a whopping 4 homers! That brings the score to Old Team – 11, New Team – 7. Can B from the New Team close up that gap?"
"We'd better get back out there you two," Bridgette said after Chris finished.
Eva and Ezekiel nodded as they got up from the bench and headed to the dugout with Bridgette.
*The New Team's Dugout*
Jo was giving B a short pep talk before he headed to the plate.
"Alright, Silent Treatment," Jo started, "If you can give us the lead before MPD Boy has to bat, that would be perfect. Do you think you can handle that?"
B nodded silently with a smile.
"Good. Go on and get those homeruns, big guy!"
B walked to the plate and stood in the righty batter's box. Before getting in his stance, he stuck his index finger in his mouth and held it up to feel for the wind. He also checked the flags around the stadium and saw that the wind was blowing towards right field. He smirked and nodded as he got in his stance, ready for Chef's pitch.
The pitch came and B swung aiming for right field. As he expected, the ball traveled farther than it would have without wind and sailed over the brick wall.
"B starts off with a calculated homerun to increase the New Team's score to 8!"
The members of the New Team cheered as B checked the wind again.
"Yes!" Jo exclaimed "Go B! You got this!"
B managed to hit another homer over the right field wall as the wind continued to carry the balls over.
*New Team's Dugout*
As B continued to score for the team, Mike was on the bench with his hands clenched to each other.
"Come on B," Mike whispered to himself, "Come on!" He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the hand and noticed it was his girlfriend's.
"It'll be ok, Mike," Zoey said looking into his eyes, "B will do great, and then you won't have to change."
Mike sighed and held her hand, "I really hope you're right Zoey. I really don't want to be the first one voted out."
Zoey softly grabbed Mike's chin and turned his head towards her, "Don't worry," she said as she smiled at him, "You won't be." She pulled his head towards hers and kissed him.
As they pulled away from each other, Mike smiled and said, "You always know what to say to me when I'm feeling down."
She giggled and said, "That's what I'm here for." They wrapped their arms around each other and watched B hit another homerun.
"Wow!" Mike exclaimed, "How many has he hit so far?"
"Six!" Staci answered, "He's doing really well! You know, my great, great, great, great grandpa hit the first ever homerun after my great, great, great-"
"Ok, thanks Staci," Mike interrupted, "That's all I needed to know."
B took another swing at a pitch and it hit the wall only a few feet from the top. He started walking back to the dugout as Chris announced
"Third out for B, and he finishes the round with 6 bombs! Wow! That puts the New Team over the Old Team for the first time since the first round. Noobs – 13, Oldies – 11!"
The New Team cheered as B returned to the dugout and congratulated him.
*The Old Team's Dugout*
The Old Team watched the New Team as they cheered for the Silent Genius who gave them the lead. Their next batter, Katie, was walking to the plate with her bat in hand and got in the lefty batter's box.
Chef laughed as he saw her feebly hold the plastic bat in her slightly shaking hands.
"You scared, little girl?" Chef asked humorously, "You need your fat friend with you to hold your hand?"
Chef continued to chuckle as Katie's demeanor changed. Her brows furrowed, her teeth clenched and she narrowed her eyes as she got ready for the pitch.
Chef threw the ball still chuckling at his own joke, not expecting the same ball to come back, like it was shot out of a cannon, and hit him in the crotch.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Chef let out as he fell to his knees in pain. All of the contestants in the dugouts winced at this sight.
Katie, still with her angry face on, walked up to the kneeling chef and crouched in front of him to look him directly in the eyes.
"Sadie… is not… FAT!" Katie yelled as she stared into Chef's face. She walked back to the batter's box as the Old Team members applauded her. Chris started to announce.
The loudspeakers let out Chris's loud cackling as he tried to compose himself. He eventually did and started to speak.
*In the Announcer's Booth*
"Th-That was the greatest thing I've ever see-een!" He continued to chuckle before clearing his throat to continue speaking. "That's your first out Katie, by the way."
"I know!" She yelled at the Announcer's Booth.
"Jeez," the host said without the loudspeakers being on, "She gets really offensive when people call Sadie fat, huh?" He chuckles and says, "I gotta remember that for later."
*On the field, 3 minutes later*
"Alright," Chris started to announce as Katie walked back to her team's dugout, "After a hilarious start to her at-bat, ha-ha, Katie manages to finish her round with 2 anger-managed homers! That ties up the score once again. That means, if the New Team can't get at least one home run, then the Old Team just need one homer to win."
*The Old Team's Dugout*
Katie walked down the short stairs of the dugout as the whole team clapped for her.
"Aw! Thanks guys," she said, blushing slightly as the applause continued, "I just wish I could have gotten more than 2."
"Hey, you got us tied with them again," Noah said pointing to the other dugout, "That puts pressure on them mentally. Way to go Katie!"
"Aw, thanks Noah," the sweet girl replied giggling.
As she said that, her BFFFL made her way to Katie and hugged her tightly.
"EEEEE!" Sadie squealed, "Like, ohmigosh, Katie, thank you so much for defending my honor against Chef!"
Katie hugged her back, "Anytime Sadie! No one calls my "Best Female Friend For Life" fat and gets away with it."
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" They both squealed.
*Old Team's Clubhouse Closet*
Katie and Sadie – Sadie – "That was, like, so awesome, when you hit that ball and it went straight into Chef's kiwis!"
Katie – "It was, like, even more awesome to do it! It was more satisfying than the homeruns, but I'm still happy I was able to get our team tied up with the other team."
Sadie – "Speaking of our team… Did you notice that complement Noah gave you?" *She nudges Katie with her elbow*
Katie - *She giggles and blushes a bit* "I'm sure he was just being nice."
Sadie – "I'm sure he had a very nice reason to be nice to you."
Katie – *She giggles some more* "Well… he is kinda cute…"
*Static*
Noah – "If you're wondering why I was more cheerful for the team during this challenge than I was during the dodgeball challenge, it's because I learned from that little experience. So, if we do manage to lose, I won't be the fall guy this time. Oh and Katie, well I commended her on her subtle performance because I need an ally in this game. Plus, Katie's a very friendly girl. So any friend of hers will be an ally of mine." *He smirks*
*Static*
*The New Team's Dugout*
Mike got his bat and started to walk up the short steps to the plate, but he was stopped by Jo.
"Listen, Mike," She said, "You need to get these homeruns. So try to pull off some Vito magic."
Mike nodded and looked at Chef on the makeshift pitcher's mound. Chef put on an evil smirk as he looked at the nervous Mike.
*On the Field*
"Alright Vito," Mike said to himself (sort of) as he walked to the righty batter's box, "I need you buddy. Come on!" He waited a few seconds before he let out a very audible gasp as his personality changed to…
"Back in my day, we didn't need to change personalities to play baseball. We just needed sticks and stones. Sure, we broke a few bones…," Mike said as he feebly swung and missed the pitched ball, "Ah! My hip!"
"One out for Mike," Chris announced, "Or should I say Chester? Ha-ha!"
"That's the wrong one!" Jo yelled, "Vito! VITO!"
Mike gasped again as he changed to…
"No, madam. My name is Svetlana!" Mike exclaimed in a girly voice before twirling around in a circle as the ball came and passed the swinging bat.
"And that's two outs for Mike, slash Svetlana!" the announcing host said as the New Team groaned simultaneously.
Mike stopped twirling as he gasped. "Whoa," Mike said in his normal voice before falling to the ground, "Dizzy…"
*The New Team's Dugout*
"Ugh! Mike is SO gone if he doesn't hit at least one homerun! And when he's eliminated, I'll pick him up by his shirt and-" Jo stopped in realization as she got an idea, "Wait, his shirt! Anne Maria!"
The Jersey Shore reject turned her head to face Jo. "What, Sweaty?"
"You can get Vito out of Mike. Go work your spray tan on him!"
"Hey!" Zoey interjected, "That's my boyfriend!"
"Hey!" Jo yelled back, "Do you want to win, or lose and have your boyfriend be eliminated?"
Zoey opened her mouth to reply, but then she looked at her dizzy boyfriend at the plate and back at Jo who had an evil smirk on her face.
She narrowed her eyes in slight anger as reluctantly said, "Just this once."
Jo nodded to Anne Maria who walked out to Mike and ripped his shirt off.
Mike gasped with his eyes widened as his hair slicked back.
"Yo," Vito said as he got up from the ground, "Whas happenin'?"
Anne Maria smiled flirtatiously as she answered the arrogant personality. "You getta homerun and you get some more'a this," she said before kissing him.
Vito's eyes widened as the kiss continued. Zoey's eyes widened as well, but her eyes were covered in tears as she tried to look away.
"Aw yeah baby!" Vito said after he was released from the kiss. He ran back to the plate and got ready for the pitch as Anne Maria made her way back to the dugout with Mike's shirt in hand.
She noticed Zoey sitting down with her hands covering her face and said, "Sorry Red, but it hadda be done."
Zoey replied with a mumbled response.
"Huh?"
"I said," Zoey said more clearly before picking her head up with an angry look on her face and fire in her eyes, "DON'T TALK TO ME!"
The Jersey Shore Reject backed away from Zoey and stood with the rest of the team to watch Vito swing.
*The New Team's Clubhouse Closet*
Zoey – "Ok, normally I don't lose my temper, but Jo getting on Mike so much is really hurting our team more than it's helping! I'm actually kinda hoping that we lose so we can vote her off."
*Static*
Anne Maria – "Man, I dunno what her problem was. I just kissed him so our team could win. It's not like I actually like Mike or…or…" *She bites her bottom lip before breaking down in tears* …or Vito!"
*Static*
*On the Field*
Vito wobbly approached the batter's box and got in his stance, but he faced the Old Team's dugout in his dizziness.
Jo saw this and yelled out, "NO! Face the mound!"
But it was too late. Chef threw the ball right after Jo's outburst and Vito's swing connected with the ball. It was rocketed towards the Old Team's dugout, right into an unfortunate contestant's forehead and forced his head into the cement wall at the end of the dugout.
"Mommy…" Tyler squeaked out as he fell unconscious to the floor.
The loudspeakers let out a laugh that sounded like it came from a hyena.
*In the Announcer's Booth*
Chris had laughed so hard that he had fallen out of his chair and onto the floor of the booth.
Eventually, he got back into his seat and said, "So-sorry. That was too hilarious." He wiped a tear from his eye as he tried to speak straight again. "That is Mike's, or whoever's, third out. That leaves the score at a tie with the Old Team's last batter coming up! That means that they need only one more homer to win. Ha-Ha! Although, they might need a replacement for Tyler."
*The New Team's Dugout*
Vito walked back to the dugout past his astonished teammates to Anne Maria and said, "Ey…! I shoulda' told youse. I'm not so good with the baseball stuff. But, uh, do I still get that smooch?"
Anne Maria scoffed and gave Mike a huge slap, "Yeah right," she said, "I don't kiss losas!"
"Hey!" Zoey yelled from the end of the dugout, "You did not just slap my boyfriend!"
Anne Maria turned to her and said, "So what if I did? Whataya gonna do abouddit, Red?"
Zoey answered this with a tackle as the girls wrestled on the ground while B walked to Mike and put his shirt back on. This caused Mike to gasp once again as he reverted to his own self.
"Wha?" He asked looking around until he saw Zoey and Anne Maria on the ground. "Hey!" He exclaimed trying to get them away from each other.
The rest of the team looked at this in silence before Dawn said, "This does not look good for us."
*The Old Team's Dugout*
Everyone on the team was huddled around Tyler as he lied on the bench, unconscious.
"Batter up!" Chris said over the loudspeakers.
"Like, Ohmigosh," Sadie said, "What are we gonna do? Our last batter is unconscious!"
"This is, like, the worst thing that could happen to us," Katie replied, "Who else is strong enough to give us the lead?"
Everyone in the huddle looked at Justin at the same time, who looked back in surprise.
"Whoa! Don't look at me," the Model said, "I can't risk getting a blister on my hand or getting a welt from that ball."
"It's made of sponge material, Dummy!" Noah retorted, "It's about as soft as your brain. It won't hurt you."
"Oh yeah, well if it's so soft, then why don't you swing for us?"
"You really think my toothpick-like arms can hit that hard? At least you have muscles. You're just too lazy to actually use them!"
"Oh, that's a laugh. You're calling me lazy. At least I competed in the dodgeball challenge in the first season!"
"Oh yeah? Well what's the big, stinkin' difference between then and now?"
Justin held up some official looking papers, "I have more modeling contracts now."
Geoff got in between and said, "Dudes! Chillax, please! I think we all think we've had enough fighting here today. Right, Zeke?"
There was silence around the huddle as the Party Boy waited for a positive reply. Then everyone looked around the huddle for Ezekiel, until they heard…
"Now batting for the Old Team, the last second substitute for Tyler, Ezekiel!"
All of the Old Team members looked at home plate to see Ezekiel getting in his stance in the righty batter's box.
"No!" "Zeke stop!" "Don't be a hero!" were all heard from the Old Team's dugout as the Prairie Boy waited for his pitch.
"Doon't woory guys! I knoo' what I'm dooin', eh!" he yelled back.
Most of his teammates looked defeated, but there were a few that had faith in him.
"You can do it, dude!" Geoff cheered.
"Yeah, Zeke! You can do it!" Bridgette agreed.
"Gooooooooo Ezekiel!" Beth exclaimed.
"You better get this Toque Boy!" Eva yelled with a small smirk on her face as she watched Ezekiel wait for his first pitch.
*On the Field*
Chef wound up and threw his pitch towards Ezekiel. The ball made its way over the plate and past the batter as he swung too late.
"Strike one for Ezekiel! Reminder: In the event of a tie after this at bat, which I'm pretty sure will happen, we will have a Home Run Shootout, but I'll explain those rules after Home-School finishes his at bat with a huge ZERO!"
This made Ezekiel form a frown with his still slightly sharpened teeth. He got back into his stance and waited for the next pitch.
The next pitch was swung on and hit as it went down the left field line. All of the contestants (sans the obvious) were standing on the top steps of their dugouts as they watched the ball sail foul.
"Ooo, so close Zeke!" the Host announced, "Strike two!" All of the present New Team's members let out a few sighs of relief while all of the conscious members of the Old Team let out a collection of frustrated sounds.
"So, who's batting after Ezekiel?" Noah asked his teammates, "My vote is for Mr. Modeling Muscle Meathead, here," he says pointing to Justin, who glared in response.
"Don't give up hope just yet guys," Bridgette said, "He still has one more pitch."
"Oh! What's this?" Chris suddenly said in surprise. All of the contestants looked at home plate to see… "Ezekiel is pointing at the top of the center field wall with his bat. Shades of Babe Ruth back in the day, but can Zeke fulfill his promise?"
Chef and Ezekiel both narrowed their eyes at each other as Chef Hatchet wound up for the pitch. The pale green homeschooled prairie boy gripped the handle of the plastic bat tighter than before and snarled with a reminiscent sound of his primal stint of the past couple seasons.
The ball was hurled towards home plate. As the ball made its way to the plate, time seemed to slow down. Everyone watching in the Old Team's dugout watched the ball intensely, while everyone in the New Team's dugout did the same. Ezekiel watched the ball come towards him. He lifted his left foot to start his swing. As he brought his foot back down to the ground, his hips started to rotate. He brought his arms down as his eyes widened in anticipation. The bat was at the same level as the ball which was right over the front of home plate. Then…
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BAM!
Ezekiel hit the ball with all of his might and sent it towards the top of the center field wall.
Every conscious person in the stadium looked up at the ball with wide eyes as the ball easily went over the wall.
Everyone stood still in silence before the Old Team let out a collective cheer as the members in the dugout rushed onto the field and picked up Ezekiel while cheering his name.
"The Old Team wins! The Old Team wins! Do you believe in miracles, Ladies and Gentlemen?" Chris said over the loudspeakers, which could barely be heard over the cheers of the Old Team.
*The New Team's Dugout*
Meanwhile, the New Team wasn't in as much of a cheering mood as the opposite team.
"Great," Jo said with a sigh, "Just great! None of us could get one more homerun?" She turned to her teammates and all an accusatory look. "You guys are the worst team ever!"
At this time, Brick had just gotten back to the dugout and stood behind Jo. "Hey guys, the doctors said that I should be just fine, just as long as I don't dislocate anything anytime soon. So, did we win?"
Jo growled at Brick's question before pointing at the other team and rhetorically asking, "Does it look like we won, Brickhead?"
Brick looked at the other team celebrating and said, "Oh… Well, don't worry team. There's always next challenge."
*The New Team's Clubhouse Closet*
Jo – "Brick is such an idiot. He's really lucky that I'm voting for Mike, only because I need him here with me." *Her eyes widen realizing what she had just said* "I mean, I only need him as an ally. Nothing more… *She glances to the side* Nothing…
*Static*
Brick – *He looks around the closet* "Wow! So this is our confessional huh? Cool. So, who am I going to vote for? I guess I'll have to vote with Jo. She does seem to have the right strategies for these sorts of things. That's just one of the things I like and respect about her." *His eyes widen realizing what he just said* "Not that I like her or anything…"
*Static*
Zoey – *She's all bruised and scratched from her fight with Anne Maria* "Ugh! Jo and Anne Maria both ticked me off a lot during this challenge. Jo tried to control Mike. But Anne Maria kissed him. But Jo was really bossy to us. But Anne Maria kissed Mike. *She pulls at her pigtails* Oooh, this is the hardest decision of my life!"
*Static*
"Alright contestants," Chris started to say to the contestants that surrounded him on the pitcher's mound, "The Old Team is immune after winning the Wimp Ball Derby!"
All of the Old Team members cheered, including a semi-conscious Tyler who was in a wheelchair and had gauze around his head.
"So, that means that the New Team has to send someone packin'!"
The entire New Team let out a collective groan after Chris announced this.
The host turned to the Old Team to say, "Old Team, you're free to go to the bottom deck of the bus parked outside of the stadium. There will be some epic party stuff for you to enjoy! Oh, and feel free to use the confession cam in the restroom onboard."
The team of originals cheered again as they walked out (or wheeled out if you're Tyler) of the stadium.
Chris then turned to the team of Total Drama noobs and said, "And as for you guys. You will stay in this stadium and vote in the Clubhouse Confessional. When you're all done, we'll start the elimination ceremony!"
*On the Bottom Deck of the Total Drama Double Decker*
The team is partying with plastic cups of soda, party-sized bags of chips, dip, three pizza pies, and a bowl of salad. The bus's stereo blasted music as some of the teenagers on the bus danced to it. Katie and Sadie were dancing with Trent, while Geoff and Bridgette danced with each other.
Noah was sitting down by himself and reading his book while eating a slice of pizza until Katie sat next to him.
"Hey Noah," She said as she sat down.
"Hey Katie," Noah said without looking up from his book.
"Wanna dance?"
"I don't know how dance," he said turning a page on his book.
"Weeeeeell, I could teach ya," she replied with a sweet smile on her face.
Noah looked at her and saw her smile. He sighed as he closed his book and said, "Alright, just this once."
"Yay!" Katie said as she helped Noah out of his seat.
*Old Team Bus Confessional*
Noah – *His eyes are wide and his hair is somewhat frayed as he looks at the camera* "Wow! Katie is some dancer. I can't believe it… but I actually had fun dancing with her." *His eyes widen as he feels his forehead to see if he has a fever*
*Static*
Katie and Sadie – Sadie - *She's smiling at Katie* Aww, you and Noah looked so cute dancing with each other.
Katie - *She giggles and blushes slightly* "He wasn't bad for someone who doesn't know how to dance. Maybe I should keep teaching him until he's as good as us." *She winks at the camera*
*Static*
*Back on the Field*
There was a small podium set up on home plate with a couple of rows of bleachers that were in front of the pitcher's mound and facing the podium. The 11 contestants on the New Team were sitting on the bleachers as they waited for Chris to start the ceremony.
Anne Maria and Zoey sat on opposite sides of the miserable looking Mike as they glared at each other.
Staci was passing the time by talking to Scott, who was covering his ears. However, Staci wasn't getting the hint and kept talking about her probably nonexistent relatives.
Sam and Dakota were sitting next to each other, but they probably didn't even notice since they were concentrating on their respective devices.
B and Dawn were sitting and waiting patiently in silence.
Jo wasn't as patient. She was tapping her foot repetitively as her face looked more and more agitated. Brick, who was sitting next to her, took note of this and tried to calm her down by patting her shoulder.
"Patience is a virtue, Jo," he said, "Chris will be out…"
"I'm here!" Chris announced as he entered with his signature smile, "Hope you guys didn't miss me too much."
"Hey, Butt Chin," Scott said, "Can we hurry this thing up?"
The host glared at Scott after hearing his nickname, "Anyway… First off, there are some new items of immunity this season. Tonight, you'll receive these McLean brand sponge balls, which were used in today's challenge." He picks up a bucket of sponge balls that all have his face on it. "This bucket has 10 balls in it. The contestant who does not receive a sponge ball will be the first loser of this season of losers. Thus, making you the Losingest Loser of all Total Drama Losers! Ha-ha! I came up with that myself."
"Obviously," Jo said, "Can we hurry this up? I want to see Mike leave as quickly as possible."
"What?" Anne Maria, Mike, and Zoey all questioned.
"Alright, alright," Chris said, "The first sponge ball goes to…B!"
The host threw the ball to the Silent Genius, who smiled as he caught it.
"He deserves it for hitting 6 homeruns! Next is, Scott, who hit 3."
Scott caught his ball and smirked before saying, "Like there was any doubt."
"Next ball goes to Brick, even though he dislocated his…everything."
Brick caught his ball very cautiously before letting out a sigh of relief, "Whew! Didn't dislocate my hand! Yes!"
"Alright, now for those who stayed on the bench and did nothing. Sponge balls go to Dawn, Dakota, Sam and Staci! Congrats Staci, you get to stay past the first day."
"Oh yeah!" Staci yelled excitedly, "You know, my great, great…"
"Don't care," Chris interrupted, "This is the good part. Anne Maria, Zoey, Mike, and Jo, you four each got at least one vote against you."
The four remaining contestants gulped at the same time.
"But only one of you is going home tonight, and that person isn't Zoey."
Zoey caught her ball and looked nervously at Mike, who looked more nervous than her.
"And the next person that's staying is…Anne Maria!"
Anne Maria caught her ball and looked at Mike nervously.
"Now, Jo. You bossed your team around and you still lost. Sounds like bad leading to me. Ha-ha!"
This comment made Jo sneer at the host.
"And Mike, you didn't manage to hit a single homer and your personalities caused some in-fighting in the dugout between your girlfriends."
Mike cringed at the last word in that sentence, "I only have one girlfriend, Zoey!"
"Try telling that to Vito. Ha-ha-ha! Now, who is getting the boot? The bad leader? Or the homerless two-timer?"
Both Mike and Jo looked at the last sponge ball with hope that it would be in their hands.
"The last sponge ball goes to…
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Mike, Zoey, and Anne Maria cheered as Mike caught the ball.
On the opposite side of the bleachers, Jo was stunned and her face sure showed it.
"What?" Jo asked, "You kept that MPDork over me?"
The rest of the team was silent.
"You know what? Fine! I'll go, but don't be begging me to come back when Mike is hitting on everyone with his other selves."
"Jo," Chris said as he looked at his watch, "The Copter of Shame should be here in…"
Soon enough, a whipping sound could be heard coming from the sky. A helicopter descended down onto the outfield grass where the giant cement wall once was.
"…now!"
Jo looked at the helicopter and sighed as she started walking to it.
"Jo, wait!" Brick called to her as he ran after her. "Before you leave, I just wanted to tell you…"
"Tell me…?" Jo asked as she raised her brow.
Brick blushed a little and scratched the back of his head before continuing his sentence, "I wanted to tell you that…I… wish you weren't eliminated because you are a great competitor."
Jo smiled a bit and said, "Thanks Brickhead," as she punched Brick's shoulder, "You're not so bad yourself."
Brick rubbed his shoulder and smiled back at Jo.
"Can we hurry this up?" Chris asked while pointing at his watch, "We gotta keep the show moving!"
Jo turned back around towards the helicopter and got in the open door. She waved to Brick before closing the door.
Brick waved back and backed up as the Copter of Shame started to take off into the sky.
Chris looked at the camera and said, "Well, that was dramatic, wasn't it? Will there be more drama like this? You better believe it! But you better tune in next time to see it! Here on…"
"Total!"
"Drama!"
"Avengeance!"
The picture fades to black.
*Voting Confessionals*
Staci - *She looks around for a moment* "Wow! You know, my great-great-great-grandfather was the first Priest to use confessionals in Northern Ireland. Before that… *A knock is heard on the door*
Jo - *From outside the door* "Hey, Chatterbox! The rest of us need to vote too!"
Staci - "Sorry!" *She whispers to the camera* "I'm voting for Jo. She's so mean and bossy. Kinda like my great-great-"
*Static*
Jo - *She rolls her purple eyes* Ugh! That Staci can talk up a storm. Anyway, like I said before, I'm voting for Mike. Maybe once he's gone, Anne Maria and Zoey will concentrate on the game for once!"
*Static*
Zoey – "I've made up my mind. I'm voting for that literally hardheaded Jersey Shore reject! No one kisses Mike, but me!
*Static*
Anne Maria – "I'm votin' for that Ms. Goody-Goody Pigtails. Then, once she's gone I can have Vito all for myself!"
*Static*
Mike - *He sighs* I was always afraid that I'd see myself, or one of "my selves", in a love triangle like this. Maybe if I vote for Anne Maria and she gets eliminated, Zoey and I won't have to worry about her and Vito."
*Static*
Brick – "Whew! I must have missed a lot of drama while I was being tended to. Well I conferred with Jo and I agree that Mike has to go. He and his personalities are singlehandedly tearing our team apart… sorta."
*Static*
Scott – "Jeez, Jo is so annoying. Even more than Staci! No one bosses Scott around, except my Pappy!"
*Static*
B - *He holds up a piece of paper that says "Jo" on it*
*Static*
Dawn – *She's sitting on the seat in a meditation pose* The feng shui of our team is very unorganized. It is Jo's aura that is disrupting it. In order for my teammates and I to coexist, Jo needs to leave us."
*Static*
Dakota - *She's texting on her phone and then looks up at the camera* I know, I haven't been paying much attention to the competition. Sports aren't my thing, but I did notice that fight between Anne Maria and Zoey. I heard Jo say that it was over Mike. I hate to see my "Buh-Fuh-Fuh"… I mean my "BFF" so angry, so I think it would be best to get rid of the middleman. Sorry Mike.
*Static*
Sam - *He's playing his handheld video game and then looks up at the camera* "Whew! I'm starting to run out of battery power. I hope the top deck of the bus has outlets." *He chuckles* "Ok, who do I vote for? Hmm… well I did notice that Zoey and Anne Maria were fighting. It was probably over Mike or Vito or whatever. Anne Maria needs to take a hint; Mike likes Zoey, not her. Guess I'll vote for her then.
*Static*
Vote Count:
Jo: 4
Mike: 3
Anne Maria: 3
Zoey: 1
There you have it. Jo is the first one eliminated in Total Drama Avengeance. I didn't really want to eliminate her, but then again I don't really want to eliminate anyone. I love all of the characters, maybe not equally, but I do love them somewhat. However, she does have a chance to come back later on...if I feel like it. LOL! Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Chapter 3 should be updated in 10 days, or next Friday if you stink at math. But until then, here's a little preview!
"Brickyard huh?" Brick said amused, "Sounds like my kind of place."
"Funny…," Scott said, rolling his eyes.
"A brickyard?" Dakota exclaimed. "I hope this challenge doesn't mess up my manicure. I just got it last week!"
"I fear you nails may be the least of your worries, Dakota," Dawn said in a worried tone, "Who knows what kind of challenges Chris can think of with bricks!"
Suddenly, B tapped Dawn on her shoulder. She turned around and looked at his smiling face.
"What's wrong, B?" she asked.
B started making rotating movements with his hands. Everyone looked at B with incredulous looks.
"What da heck is he doin'?" Anne Maria asked.
"I think he's trying to tell us something," Sam suggested.
B nodded before Scott said, "Ugh! I hate Charades!"
If anyone can guess what the next challenge is and where it's at after reading that preview, I will definitely be impressed. Make your guesses in your reviews. Also if you have any suggestions for challenges, feel free to write them in your reviews as well. Alright, thanks for reading!