"Oh, for the love of God, what is that moron up to now?!" Victoria demanded as she and the other campers were roused a few days after Nicki had been voted off. She trudged over to her window, still in her nightclothes, and glared out into the camp. Seeing nothing, she groaned and started getting ready for the day. After Victoria and the others got ready, they all congested in the middle of the camp, trying to find Chris, or at least where the noises of construction were coming from. Then, the inter-com crackled to life. "Attention, campers! As of right now, all teams are officially dissolved! McLain out!" The inter-com clicked as it was shut off, and the campers glanced at one another briefly.
There was the sound of an engine revving, and Chris barreled into camp, astride a flame-decorated Harley. He came to a screeching stop, just a few feet from the startled campers. Shane screamed and jumped into Jamie's arms. There was an awkward pause, then Jamie dumped him onto the ground, while Chris laughed while he watched. He took off his helmet, swinging his beloved-hair. "Well, campers, it's time fro your next challenge. Follow me!" The host shouted, revving the bike again and taking off down a dirt path in the trees. There was a collective groan and Kayla said, "This won't be good."
After a relatively uneventful walk through the trees, they arrived at the site for their next challenge. A huge structure stretched off into the horizon. It looked like some huge highway. Chris stood in front of them, clad in a NASCAR driver fire-suit, while Chef was dressed as a mechanic. "Welcome, drivers, to your next exciting challenge!" Chris announced, and Jamie rolled his eyes. "Now, for this challenge, you will all be participating in the Wawanakwa 500!" A cheap banner with "Wawanakwa 500" written in ball-point pen hung from a tree branch, and Chris walked over to it. He flipped the banner over, and a detailed map of the island was shown with a red line snaking around it. "Now, all of you will be split into teams of two, except one which will have three." He glanced down at a piece of paper in his hands. "Team one is; Cameron and Jamie! You two are the Road Ragers!" He tossed the two helmets with two red R's on them, and they glanced at one another. This would not go well.
Chris looked to two more people. "Victoria, Kayla, you two are the Gear Grind Girls!" The handsome host proclaimed as he handed them two helmets with three green G's in the shape of gears. Victoria and Kayla glared at each other, and you could almost see the sparks fly. Finally, Chris turned to the other three campers. "And finally, Effie, Shane, and Sam are Speed Demons!" Effie and Shane whooped and started jumping around in excitement, but Sam simply paled.
(Confession Cam…Drivers, start your engines!)
Sam: I'm gonna be in a speeding vehicle with those two? I'm gonna DIE!"
The two teams approached the starting line, and saw their different cars. The Road Ragers had a car with an all-grey paint job, which was built in a streamline fashion. It looked a bit like a Lamborghini, except for the off-road wheels. They looked like something off a jeep or a pick-up. Also, there was what looked like a rotating turret on the back. "Cool." Jamie said, and Cameron nodded. "I'll drive." Jamie said, but Cameron stopped him. "Hey, why can't I drive?" He asked, and Jamie shrugged. "You can, I just assumed you would want to man the turret." Cameron thought for a moment, then grinned. "Yeah, you can drive." He said as he jumped up onto their vehicle and sat in the gunner's chair. Jamie slid over the top into the cockpit and checked over the controls. They looked like something from the space shuttle, or at least a plane. "Sweet." Jamie said as he flicked on the sound system.
The Gear Grinder Girls were next and they got no car, just two motorcycles. They were plain grey, and looked very subdued. The girls got astride them, which prompted several wolf-whistles from their boyfriends. Kayla blushed as she heard Jamie yell, "I love ya, baby!" She smiled and blew him a kiss. Chris rolled his eyes at the affection. "Okay, enough of the mushy crap!" He scolded, and moved on to the Speed Demons.
They had, what could only be described as, a tricycle built by Harley and Toyota. It was huge, with grey metal plating, and it had three seats. The front seat looked like a traditional motorcycle, if a little larger then most, but it lead back into a larger section with two monster off-road wheels and two seats, which each controlled a different turret mounted on the sides. They stared for a minute before Sam asked, "Where does Chris get this stuff?"
Shane jumped in the air. "Who cares? I'M DRIVING!!!!!!" he yelled excitedly and teleported to the driver's seat where he began making engine sounds with is mouth. Effie giggled at his antics, while Sam had whipped out his cell phone and dialed a number quickly. "Yes? I'd like to increase my health insurance." He told the person on the line when he put it to his ear. Effie laughed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him onto the bike with her. "C'mon, Sam, it won't be that bad! It'll be fun!" She encouraged, dropping him into the left back seat. She sat down in the other and started pressing buttons.
After all the campers/drivers had gotten into their vehicles, Chris began explaining. "Now, you guys will start here and make a circuit around the island." Chris began, as he pulled a pointer stick out of no where and tapped the red line on his map of the island. "Now, when Chef gives the signal, "He pointed to Chef, who was holding a checkered flag…and wearing a dress. Shane and Sam turned green and ducked over the side of their monster tric, puking their brains out onto the pavement. Chris continued regardless. "Now, there will be check points around the track, with mini-challenges the team will have to complete to pass through them. The first team back here gets immunity and an awesome prize!" Chris announced. He tossed several small objects to the different campers. "These are your keys. Each person has a key to put in their vehicle, which will cause a cool affect." Chris explained, and they shrugged.
Jamie and Cameron slotted theirs in first, and their car started to whir and its shape became blurred. The bottom half, where Jamie was seated, was suddenly painted with a jungle cameo pattern, while the grill on the front grew fangs. The headlights turned into reptilian eyes, and his cockpit turned from gray leather to dark green. He steeped down on his gas pedal, which now looked like a paw print, and grinned when the engine revved. "Sweet." Cam inserted his, and a wave of red and electric blue covered his half of the car. The turret's barrel turned dark blue, while the end was crafted into the shape of leaping flames, dark red in color. His leather seat turned dark red, and his control panel turned brilliant cobalt. He swung the turret around, and let sparks dance on his fingers. "Cool."
Kayla and Victoria were next, and, when they inserted their keys, their bikes transformed as well. Kayla's became black with gothic sweeping panels and the wheels had lightning-bolt spokes. Victoria's bike turned acid green with sharp spikes jutting at odd angles from the body. Their new bikes earned more whistles from Jamie and Cameron, which made Kayla blush some more.
Finally, the three Speed Demons inserted their keys, and their bike transformed. The paint job changed from grey to white, orange, and dark purple, whiles six huge, hot-rod type exhaust pipes curled out from the back, every now and then belching small gouts of flame. The turrets became pure white, with the ends bathed in shimmering purple psychic energy.
Chris clicked his tongue in appreciation. "Hmm, good thing those personification keys worked out. Anyway, drivers, start your engines!" Chris shouted, and there was a great roaring as the massive engines revved. Chef raised his checkered flag. "One…" Jamie revved his car's engine loudly. "Two…" Victoria examined the twin cannon mounted on the front of her bike. "GOOOO!!!!"" Chris cried as Chef dropped the checkered flag. The three teams sped off from the starting line, leaving trails of dust in their wake. Chris coughed a little, then turned to the camera. "Who will win the Wawanakwa 500? What insane things shall happen on this race? Can my hair possibly get any more fabulous?" Chris asked the cameras as he pulled a hand lovingly through his hair. "Find out the answers to these questions and more, next time on Total…Drama…Powers!" Then, a high resolution explosion clip plays, and the show's logo (which I shall design and have on my profile soon) spins into center screen, then bursts into flames.
Well, there you have it folks. I hope you've enjoyed it, and, if anyone cares to look, I have a link to what Jamie looks like on my profile. I'll have a few others up, soon, but, in the meantime… CHECK OUT MY PROFILE AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!